Abstract: Bunny Nathalie finds the Bay Area's Bunnies are proving to be a hard bunch to keep under her control.
Wearing a business suit with the shortest tightest jacket and skirt combination possible to intentionally traverse the edges of acceptable office attire, Bunny Darbie kissed a bare chested blonde and pushed her back onto the floor.
The blonde was too shocked to speak or fight back against the straddling petit interloper, who was a foot shorter, but very determined and confident.
"We should close the door," whispered Darby. A quick leaning reach followed and the office door slammed shut. "Now we're alone."
"But, but..." said the blonde, holding her naked breasts with one forearm while trying to push Darby away with other hand, "I'm not gay." Her black high heels dug into the carpet as she pushed back away from Darby's body.
"You're so cute. But remember. You called me for help. Right?"
The blonde reflected for a moment in confusion with a look that said she didn't know where to start. "No one will believe me." She needed help so badly. Shame filled her soul. "I put on the Bunny costume, like the one you had. God it was good. So so so yummy. I wore it all weekend, but now since last night, if I take it off, another grows in its place. I have a stack of 'em at home - all different colors. It electrocutes me each time it grows back. It's like a punishment for not following its will." Her head nodded frantically as she remembered a solution she found. "Oh yeah! I made a deal with it. It doesn't talk, but I think I made a deal with it."
"Ooo," coed Darby, not really interested. "What did you promise it? Did you beg?" She smiled now, somehow enjoying a secret she wasn't about to share.
A startled look flashed on the blonde's face. She skipped the taunting questions. "I barely got to work on time this morning. It allowed me to wear a dress. It's like it's got'ta personality of its own. I had to leave on the undergarments though, but then somehow my dress started falling apart by noon. The pieces just fell to the floor. Thank god you came here so quickly. I have no clothes here. Only my shoes are left. I'll be fired. The board meeting's in a few hours. And now it, it..."
She looked down at her half naked body, letting her arm fall away, revealing her boobs. A waist cincher covered her midriff stopping just under her breasts. Tucked beneath the laced boning, two layers of pantyhose shimmered in Moiré patterns as her legs were forced open while Darby pushed herself between. The outer shear tights added a dark smoky tint. The inner shear hose added a barely noticeable nude color. Under the cooling silky slipping hosiery that Darby's hand stroked, two intruding plugs held deep inside.
The blonde didn't seem to notice Darby kissing her bare shoulders or Darby's long light brown hair cascading down brushing over the goose bumps - the office AC was on, or the fingers pinching the nipples. The blonde skipped all that. She focused on a bigger issue.
"Dildos grew inside me," confessed the blonde. "Look - I mean, you can't see them, but..." The blonde extended her neck to stare over her chest. She viewed her own crotch while she pressed a thumb against the pantyhose, stretching them down and inside. "If you press here, you can feel the end of a dildo just under my clit."
"Don't worry, I'll touch there too. Hm, yes there is something in there. Hm. Wait a sec. Hm. Yes. Do like when I do that? Is it big?"
"And there's one in the rear. I couldn't remove 'em." The blonde paused. "Oh no. It's happening again."
"Shhh," said Darby. "This is what I've been craving. I've had a bad day. Mmmm. I can feel the energy around you." She took in a deep breath. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Watch," said the panicked blonde. She squeezed her eyes shut in preparation. "It's happening. Rrrrr. It hurts." Her hands flew to grab her head, but then hesitated with only a light touch near the hair. She wanted to firmly grab at her scalp, but previous experience taught her avoid interfering. She didn't want to anger the costume.
A baby blue satin covered headband suddenly grew from nothing, pinning down a part of the blonde's trusses. Satin ears grew upwards and curled forward slightly. The blonde moaned as electrical shocks covered her body.
Darby closed her eyes and happily sighed. In fact, she hummed. "I love feeling it happen to someone. It's best if they're new. Maybe..." She looked at the ceiling thinking. "I get off on the fear and desperation. I'd rather think it's because I can mentor them - help their eager to learn souls." She looked back down and smiled. "Nope. Desperation and panic gets it for me."
The blonde breathed as if in labor. "It's. Like. It's. Punishing. Me," moaned the blonde, with a plosive push on each word while trying to whisper in a confidential office voice, but the pain was too much. A matching colored satin shell grew across the cincher and covered the blonde in a strapless bathing suit. "Not again."
Darby showed a caring pity as she gently stroked the blonde's face. "This light blue is pretty on you. I like it. Wear it tonight - you're place. Unless you want to play maid, then mine. I've been busy."
"See?" said the blonde, waving her hands over her satin covered body. "Oh no, the necktie really hurts."
A white shirt collar with a black bowtie magically appeared around her throat. Her wrists suddenly had white French cuffs and cufflinks. Her feet now had matching faint blue colored high heels. The black shoes were gone now. With a lift of her rear, she pulled out a large cottontail from underneath. She looked terrified, not because of the sudden magical exhibition, but because she probably shouldn't have pulled off the tail she found herself sitting on.
"Oh god," exhaled the blonde. "I'm going to be punished for doing that." She looked away from the plush white ball and gave a wide-eyed plea to the woman on top. "Help me."
Darby silently kissed and then sniffed down the neck and across the two mounds of flesh pressed up front and center by the pastel azure satin Bunny costume.
"But, but, I told you, I'm not gay."
Darby smirked. "You don't have to be silly girl. It just helps to periodically scissor a woman now and then - ok, every two days is best. That's all."
The blonde's breasts heaved as she struggled to breathe. "What's happening?"
"You need sexual energy. I brought you a dress, by the way - for you to use this afternoon during your big boring board meeting sales pitch whatever. Wouldn't want you to lose your cute little executive jobbie now, huh? Shh." An index finger pressed on the blonde's lips. "You just need some tender loving and then you can strip down to the cincher again. I'm certain the dress will fit. A little affection gets you a few hours time-off from being imprisoned in an internationally famous, degrading, objectifying sex-symbol. I still love it though." She shrugged her shoulders like it was all so trivial. "It'll be decades before you'll every take off the cincher and hose. Unless you're really slutty. Tell me you are one of those. You know what I mean. Mmmm. Say it - even if not true."
"But how will I. You know. Ew."
"Shhh," said Darby, kissing again. "Too many questions. No worries about the bathroom. We don't eat food anyway. Now relax. Just feel." She rolled to the blonde's side and with one hand reached under to the zipper. With a long draw down towards the hips, she unzipped the blonde's Bunny suit. That hand then pressed up on the back, lifting the blonde's rear an inch of the floor. The other hand pushed down between the legs, the forearm rubbing, as the fingers found the zipper tab. She finished opening the satin shell. With a firm grip on the satin running between the legs, Darby pulled it like a handle. She stared at the woman's body while slowly sliding the heavily boned corseted shell down the legs and over the baby-blue closed-toe high heels. She loved how during the first tugs, the edges of the bra cups tried to hold the erect nipples inside for a second of dignity until the flesh popped free.
"I love your Alice blues," said Darby, talking about the satin costume being set aside. "Aw. Are we lost down the rabbit hole?"
The blonde's brow furrowed. "What have you done to me?"
"Made you my little slutty sex slave quickie afternoon delight, of course." Darby hiked up her skirt and straddled a thigh. She slid up the leg until both women's buried intruders met. "We're going to help each other now and then. Eventually, you'll manage on your own, making your own network of fuck buddies. But let's be clear. You're mine."
*****
After escorting Electra to an elevator, the Purple Bunny assistant immediately returned to Nathalie's office and unexpectedly found a latex clad woman crawling on the Oriental rug.
Nathalie handed over a leash. She felt perturbed by the situation and with visible agitation checked her dark brown 1960's style bouffant hair in a mirror, then her lipstick.
"Mistress, um uh, who's this?" asked the assistant. "How did she get here?" The Bunny looked around thinking about Grandma and the German Shepherd. A realization showed on her face: is this the dog?
"A former Bunny," answered Nathalie. "Electra knows we can't talk to her directly - probably thinks we can't even read the poor thing's mind either, but we have to try anyway. Rub her. Do it right here, right now."
"Yes Ma'am." Without hesitation, the Purple Bunny closed the study's oak door and kneeled down in front of the confused upright sitting puppy girl. Pressing her satin covered breasts against the puppy girl's latex cast chest, the assistant concentrated in silence for a moment.
The puppy girl awkwardly retracted her hands up against her shoulders to make room for the Bunny's contact. Pulling her rubber covered head back and aiming it to the side so her extended snout wouldn't hit the Bunny's face, the puppy made a baffled look up at Nathalie.
"Stay. Heel," said Nathalie.
The Purple Bunny began to grind their chests together in short up-down motions. Despite the added brisk series of breast rubbing, the costumes refused to talk to each other.
"Nothing," said the Purple Bunny.
