Kidnapped by the Horny Bunny Girls
Mark Johnson
I dreamed I was being carried. Wrapped up. Cocoon. I wasn't scared. I should be, but I felt so at peace as I heard the women carrying me. Women. Beautiful women from their gasps as they hefted me around. They were carrying me off.
To pleasure?
I wasn't sure. The sleep on me was heavy. Too heavy for me to wake up from. I felt groggy. Something weighed on me, keeping me asleep and dreaming. There was nothing for it but to let these sexy women carry me off to do whatever they wanted to me.
To ravish me.
I smiled at that wicked thought.
I drifted through such sweet dreams as I pictured who they were and all the delicious treats that would be mine when we reached our destination. They raced fast. Almost bounding. One seemed to be in charge. She cried out orders.
"Yes, Tsunade!" answered her. Tsunade... What a lovely name. I bet she was smoking hot. And if not, I had the Bimbo App. I would just turn her into a bimbo. Spend the points to do it. I distantly heard something beeping.
"Why does the device keep making those sounds?" asked one of the captors. "Tsunade?"
"Don't worry about it," she said. "We have it. That's all that matters. Hurry!"
Yes, yes, hurry me off to your bower so that we could make sweet, sweet love.
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Tsunade
I led my bunny girl warriors as we raced through the dark. The magical device in my pouch beeped again. It sounded angry, but I didn't care. I wouldn't touch it. Only Mark Johnson understood it, and he was being carried.
We had him trussed up on a spear like game being returned by hunters. Two of us bunny girls carried him. He might be naked, shorn of all his adventuring gear, but he was still heavy. He was no light bunny girl. It meant we couldn't bound from branch to branch on the tall trees of the Blackmoss Forest looming around us.
We were forced to bound along the ground, hardly hopping at all. More running. It was disgraceful, but what could we do? Right now Akiko and Bikiko carried him while Kimimi took up the rear. I was up front with my spear. The woods were dangerous.
Werewolves, kobolds, goblins, minotaurs, rune bears, black treants, slimes, and whisper spiders abounded. Night was a dangerous time to be racing about. But we had to do this. We had to get him back to Mother Usagiko. We would not let down our progenitor. The matriarch that we all descended from. Through her loins, our clan existed.
So we would renew her loins with the magical device Mark Johnson carried.
As the sun came up, I switched off with Akiko while Kimimi took over from Bikiko who now took the lead. She bounced before me in her leather skirt that rode low on her hips, her cottontail quivering as she bounded before me. Her gray bunny ears flopped around as they thrust out of her matching mane of hair.
Other than the way our feet were shaped, we looked human. But they (humans) were mean. Evil. They were to be avoided. All other races were. It was why we had our enclave in the woods where they couldn't find us and hunt us down and take us for slaves.
We would only abduct one man at a time to act as our brood stallion. The last one had grown too old to handle the matings, so he was retired. Mark Johnson would serve in his place. The man had stamina. Watching him with his air-headed adventurers proved that.
The sun was up. I was tired and hungry, but we had to keep bounding forward. We snacked on carrots and celery on the hop. The woods grew lighter. The murk of night faded into the twilight of the deep Blackmoss Forest. The sun rarely penetrated the thick canopy here.
Mark Johnson continued to sleep. He would until the hood on his head was removed. The enchanted object would keep him docile for us. That was important. We didn't need him to cause problems until the time came to use his device.
We kept trading off who carried him, stopping only when was necessity. To drink from clear springs. To vanish behind trees to do our privy business. Mark Johnson kept snoring away. The weight on our shoulders grew more and more heavy.
The cloth I wore tied about my breasts clung to them, sweat soaking me. It dripped down my body. My flat stomach. Into the valley of my large breasts. Down my inner thighs. I was sweaty everywhere. There was no escaping that.
The day wore toward evening. We were getting close, though.
After another meal of carrots and onions, we were on the bounce again.
The terrain grew more and more familiar. I recognized certain trees. A lightning-struck stump. A fallen tree that had rotted half into sawdust. A patch of yummy sweetberries that were decorated with small, yellow flowers promising a good yield come summer.
The world grew dark. Night fell, but we pressed on. We were almost there. Almost to the Thicket that surrounded our home. We reached the brier that we had cultivated to hide our village from the outside world.
This was it. "As one, bunnies!"
"Yes, Tsunade," the other three said as we all placed the spear on our shoulders. Akiko's prodigious breasts pressed into my back. "Bend knees!"
We all lowered ourselves to a crouch, my rump pressed into Akiko's crotch. This was the only way to do it. The only way for us to get over. That was just how it had to work. I took a deep breath. This was it.
"One, two, three, HOP!"
We all jumped together. We soared up and over the brier patch, Mark Johnson swinging behind us. We cleared the thick thorns and landed on the other side safe and sound. It was a feat of athletics that I was glad we had the strength to perform.
The village was asleep. We all panted to catch our breaths. I took the lead. There was no need to move swiftly now. We were safe. The village was peaceful. The burrow mounds dotted the area, windows set low in the ground glowing. They were all covered in different plant growth as the matriarch of the burrow liked. Some had flowers or thorns or feathery grass or even a beautiful tree.
My mommy planted a dogwood tree over ours that had beautiful, white flowers right now.
We headed for the Grand Burrow at the heart of the village, passing fields with sprouting carrots, celery, onions, broccoli, cabbage, radishes, beetroots, zucchini, cucumbers, green beans, peas, and more yummy vegetables. Other bunny girls noticed us passing by. They saw we had him.
They waved to us, so proud of our success. I was proud of it, too. We had accomplished something amazing for Mother Usagiko. We would save her. The elders were waiting out before the Grand Burrow, Elder Yuki at the front.
Her brown ears dropped, the tips covered in white fur showing her age. Her breasts sagged. They weren't perky and drooped nearly to her belly. Or would if she didn't hold them up with her breast band? She was so wrinkly.
But not as much as her mam, Mother Usagiko.
All the elders were sisters, the First Generation.
"You have him?" Elder Yuki asked, concern on her aged face. "You have the device."
