In Another World W/ My Bimbo App

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.

~ * ~

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."

"I have it," I said and stopped before her. My bunny girls set the human down as I fished out the device and handed it over to her.

It was a rectangle of black with a glass face on one side surrounded by a material that was like leather. It had hard buttons that protruded on the sides. She pushed one. The screen lit up with the picture of a naked girl with big breasts and strange words written on it.

The elder gasped and nearly dropped it. Her nose twitched and ears shot straight up. She examined it for a few moments. She hesitantly touched the screen. It changed and a matrix of strange symbols appeared. She glanced at me.

"I would not mess with it," said Tsunade. "I fear only Mark Johnson understands the device and how to use it. He might be the only one to use it."

Elder Yuki nodded. She gripped the device and bent over. She ripped off the hood, revealing the human's young and handsome face. He was a muscular man. His cock was hard. Thick and erect. Bigger than the dildos that we regularly used on ourselves and our lovers.

"So strong," Elder Yuki said. "Maybe this device will rejuvenate me. Mmm, he'll have the entire village after him. He won't last a week with how many of us there are now. Not a week, but... He'll make so many new babies." She straightened. "He'll be out until morning. When he is awake, fetch me. Keep him under tight guard."

"Yes, Elder," I said and motioned to my bunny girls.

They picked up the spear and Mark Johnson. His muscular body swung back and forth. I couldn't wait for the breeding. I knew I would be second after Mother Usagiko. It was only fair since I found him and brought him back.

~ * ~

Mark Johnson

I woke up on my side. I blinked. I was on hard-packed dirt covered with some straw. I breathed in the scent, shocked not to be in my tent. Where were my bimbos? I sat up and found that my wrists were tied behind my back. I blinked at that. I leaned against a wall of hard-packed earth. We were in a basement.

I pulled at my wrists, a wave of shock washing through me. I was tied up. That was a shocking development. How could I be tied up? What was going on? I looked around what seemed to be a root cellar. There were boxes of potatoes, carrots, and radishes around me. And there was a bunny girl.

A fucking bunny girl with a spear staring at me like I was a viper slithering toward her about to bite and poison her. Fear spiked through me. I had been taken prisoner by a busty bunny girl in a leather skirt and cloth wrapped around her breasts. She had gray hair and floppy ears. I even caught a glimpse of a cottontail as she turned and called out behind her.

"He's awake!"

"Hey," I said. I struggled to get my feet beneath me so I could sit up. "Hey, what is going on?" I managed to stand by leveraging myself against the wall and sliding up it.

"Stop that!" she gasped and bounded to me. Her floppy hears bounced. She slammed the butt end of the spear into my guts.

I gasped at the pain. The air whooshed from my lungs. I wheezed and coughed, falling on my ass again. That wasn't good. I struggled to catch my breath, wanting to cover up my stomach and protect myself.

"Someone hurry and tell Elder Yuki he's awake," she cried again, her floppy ears swaying around her head.

After a minute of coughing and wheezing, I caught my breath enough to ask, "What is going on?"

"Quiet!" she hissed and swung her spear again.

This time, it caught me in the head. Pain burst from my temple. Lights flashed across my vision. My head snapped to the side. I groaned at the blow. I could fee the knot already swelling. I panted, my wrists pulling at the leather cords around my wrists.

I had to get out of here. I needed to escape, but they had me good and caught. What was I going to do about this? Why did they even capture me? I glared up at the bunny girl. She was a bitch that needed to be turned into a bimbo-bunny.

I struggled to gather my thoughts, not saying anything—I didn't want to get hit in the head. The last thing I remembered was heading out to take a piss. It was the middle of the night and then... nothing. Nothing but strange dreams of being carried.

"Are you Tsunade?" I asked. I remembered that name from the dream.

"How do you know that name?" she demanded, raising her spear.

"Hey, hey, I just heard it in a dream," I said. "A weird dream of being carried by some bunny girls. That's it. You don't have to hit me. I'm not going to hurt you."

She sniffed, her right ear twitching. "Like you could hurt me."

More bunny girls came in. Their skin was a dark brown with pale hair that ranged from white to gray. They were all young and fit. They reminded me of those bunny girls from Final Fantasy XII now that was I looking at them. Like that Fran chick.

All four of them had spears and wore the same skirts and breast bands. They had cottontails that puffed out above their skirts that rode low on them. They were all gorgeous, too. Just stunning. I would love to bimbofy them all, but...

Where was my phone?

Panic swept through me know. I was naked. I didn't have any place to hide my smartphone. It certainly wasn't crammed up my prison wallet. I swallowed as the bunny girls aimed their spears at me. One of them, her hair a sort of blue-gray glared at me.

"Up, up," she said.

She must be Tsunade.

I forced myself to stand the same way as last time. It hurt with my sore stomach and my aching head. The blood rushed down to my feet. I gasped, dizzy. I shook it, woozy from that last blow. One of the bunny girls steadied me, an angry look on her face.

They surrounded me. The one who hit me twice prodded me with the business end of her spear. That sharp prick had me walking through the root cellar toward the wooden stairs. I breathed in the earthy scent. I climbed up it into a large room that had carpets over the dirt. It looked like we were underground. Stone bricks held supported the walls, but lots of the earth was left bare. Polished beams held up the ceiling, crisscrossing us. Chandeliers with twinkling candles hung from the ceiling, the crystals refracting the dancing light in fun ways.

A group of old bunny girls with sagging tits and wrinkled faces awaited us. One had the bitchy expression I had seen yet, her russet ears dangling. She had white at the tips of hers. Her skin was a lighter hue, a different species or something.

She held my smartphone in her hand.

"You use this to make Mother Usagiko young or else!" she said and the four bunny girl warriors leveled their spears at me. "No funny business."

The phone beeped with a notification.

She glared down at it. "Why does it keep doing that?"

"It is sending me messages," I said. "Probably trying to alert me my smartphone has been stolen."

"Smartphone?" She held it up. "That is what the rejuvenation device is called."

"That's what it's called." I shrugged and lied, "I have no idea why. It just is. Do you want to stand here and play twenty questions, or do you want me to rejuvenate your mom?"

"Don't insult her by addressing her so informally," hissed the bunny hag.

The aggressive bunny girl smacked the stave of her spear into my thigh. I grunted at the bruising pain. Oh, yes, I couldn't wait to make their Mother Usagiko my bimbo. If she ruled them, and they all listened to her, things were going to change around here. That was for fucking sure.

The elder turned and headed toward a curtain. She threw it aside to reveal a hallway. Columns of stone brick separated the bare earth. It was sort of a mind-craft build when you were just starting out and didn't have much but stone and drift to build with.

Only these bunny girls seemed to like dirt. Well, we must be in their burrow or something. That made sense. I just followed her down, willing to do whatever she wanted to turn the tables. I couldn't wait to make these bunny girls pay.

The hallway led to another curtain. This one had two bunny girls who were wearing corded necklaces that draped over their round breasts. They were eighteen and looked frightened at the sight of me. Attendants, I figured.

They opened the curtain and bowed low, "Elder Yuki. Savior Tsunade."

Savior, huh? I supposed this ancient bunny hag must be important to them all. I hadn't seen any men. That was good. Bunny guys were just disgusting. I'd watched Arifureta, and I did not need to see that again. Best to just have sexy bunny girls.

Inside was a bed. Incense burned on a table, filling the air with a sickly sound. An ancient bunny girl lay on the bed, her body shrunken by age. That was clear. She had stiff ears and hair brittle and white. Her face was even more wrinkled than Elder Yuki's. She breathed slowly, wheezing. She didn't even look awake. Another girl was at her side, tending to her.

"Rejuvenate her!" said Elder Yuki. "And you better not do anything funny. We will ram those spears through your heart."

The four bunny girls behind me all pressed their spears into my back. I squirmed at the prickling pressure.

"Yeah, yeah," I said. "I'm going to need my hands free for this to work."

"Cut him free," said the elder.

One of the spears pressed between my wrists. The leather parted. I groaned, rolling my arms in the shoulder sockets and rubbing at my wrists. Elder Yuki handed me the phone, a dire warning in her eyes. I winked at her and took the phone.

I unlocked the screen. There were quite a few messages from the app. The first one was my daily gacha roll. I spun it. Lights flashed. The bunny girls hissed. I tapped the screen and gained 13 Bimbo Crystals. That brought me up to 56.

"What was that?" the elder demanded, looking around.

"Warming up the smartphone," I said. It beeped and a warning message flashed across the screen.

Are you being held hostage by bunny girls?

Beneath it where the two pink buttons that always appeared

YES

and

NO

.

I hit

YES

.

"Why is nothing happening?" demanded Elder Yuki. "What are you doing?"

Emergency Use 1/3 activated: Bimbofy the entire bunny girl village for all remaining Magic Crystals.

"Do it!" the elder shrieked.

Spear pokes me in the back as more text flashed on the screen.

WARNING: Bunny girls are very horny and fertile. No other males detected. Do you wish to Bimbofy the Bunny Girl Village?

I hit

YES

because I could handle it.

My phone

vibrated.

Fireworks burst across the screen. Elder Yuki gasped and stood back as pink energy swirled around her. The bunny girls behind me cried out. The wizened Mother Usagiko on the bed rose up into the air, the blankets falling away from her body. Spears dropped to the floor. Even the girl attending the dying bunny hag was floating in the air.

I grinned as this was worth spending every Magic Crystal I had to watch the shock on Elder Yuki's face. She looked around her, ears twitching. The energy slid up her feet, turning the simple sandals she wore into sexy heels. The magic worked up her body. The baggy robes she wore vanished, revealing her young and tone legs. A short skirt that was tied at her hip appeared. Like something a girl would wear on the beach with a bikini only it was so short, it barely covered anything. Her flat stomach appeared. Then her big breasts constrained in a thin band of cloth that was see-through, her dark nipples poking hard at it.

Mother Usagiko was also changing. The ancient hag on the verge of death was no becoming a young and sexy bunny girl. Her naked, sagging, and wrinkled body became young, tight, and smooth. The knockers drooping to her bellybutton were now huge, perky tits. Like Hitomi J-Cup huge. They bounced before her as the magic lowered her back to the bed, naked and smiling. She had plump lips, an eighteen-year-old's face, and a smoking body.

"I'm all youngy and alivey and not icky and oldie and dying!" squealed the bimbofied Mother Usagiko.

"Yay!" gasped Elder Yuki, though calling that eighteen-year-old bombshell elder was wrong. Yuki bounced up and down, the front of her skirt flaring up to flash the bare folds of her tight pussy slit. "You're youngie. It worked. You're our heroy stud! Yay!"

"My heroy stud!" squealed Mother Usagiko. She leaped at me with those big milkers bouncing before her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. The momentum sent me falling onto my back.

I gasped as I landed on the rug-covered ground. I stared up at the bimbofied Tsunade and her warriors. They wore leather bikinis, their tits even bigger and firmer. They had not a thought in their eyes as they bounced up and down.

"We savedy her!" they cheered and hugged each other.

Which turned into kissing each other. It was hot to watch, but Mother Usagiko quickly blocked my vision with her hot kisses. She peppered my face with them as she rubbed her shaved cunt against. me. I groaned, loving the bimbo-bunny kissing me like that.