The Bunnies of the Bay Area Ch. 03

"Come-in Reddie. Please, unzip."



Across the room, still holding the door, Reddie felt nervous and wondered what to do. She had to enter now. A part of her wondered if she'd simply be dismissed for the night. But no. Certain things seemed expected, especially given that the previous assistant had been fired and sent away somewhere. To Reddie, the whole Bunny world seemed new and strange. Latex puppy girls and dimwitted Bunnies locked themselves into cages. Scientist Bunnies in lab coats visited and experimented – but on what exactly? In Reddie's mind, life as a Bunny only started a month ago. Before that, not a single memory called out. Only a void existed. Her previous experiences had somehow been erased.

She entered the expansive bedroom. She didn't want to do anything wrong. She hurried now. Her new purple costume had provided some memories of the Bunnies that shared its lineage, but the details were scattered. She stopped near a corner of a massive four-post bed. Drapes defined a box tent. The bedframe lifted the mattress high above any typical Captain's bed. The elevation required stepping stools on either side of the bed, necessary to gracefully reach the plush open field of layered sheets inside. The plateau leveled at just below chest height. With legs straight, a standing maid making the bed could rest her Bunny boobs on the edge while pulling the sheets taunt.

Grabbing a bedpost to steady herself, Reddie was visibly anxious. Her costume's cinching forced her breasts to raise and lower with each nervous breath. Her worries quickened her shallow gasps, making her soft full flesh heave faster. She regained her strength, let go of the carved wood pole, and promptly reached behind her back with both hands to pop her cottontail off. She set it on the bed, and then unzipped her costume down below her waistline, over her butt, to where the tail had covered the base of the zippered path.

Reddie had been allowed in her mistress's bedroom before to help clean. She never thought she would be there to spend time socially – maybe sexually? The suit now slid down her legs – of course, sexually. Why have such a stupid thought? She was striping, not playing cards.

Nathalie sat on an upholstered bench at the foot of the bed watching as Reddie bared her breasts and stood waiting in her waist cincher, shear nylons, and high heels.

"I need a new assistant," said Nathalie. "You're it. Congratulations."

"Yes, Bunny Nathalie. Thank you. I'll do my best."

"Relax Reddie. Enjoy. You're a healthy human now – well, in a way you are. I guess none of us are normal anymore."

"Yes, thank you Bunny Nathalie. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't rescued me." It was odd how some memories came back and then disappeared. She paused and thought for a second, "Mistress?"

"Yes," said Nathalie, unzipping her own costume.

"Can I ask just one thing?"

"Sweetie, ask what you want but climb-up under the sheets and keep me warm. San Fran is so cold at night."

The Bunnies stood on either side of the bed, facing each other. They pulled their ears off then kicked-off their heels, leaving their cinchers and tights in place. Simultaneously, they stepped their stocking feet up on the stepping stools, mirroring opposite sides of the bed. They met in the middle under the covers. The room was dark except for the glow of foggy window light.

"Mistress, I heard you found me back in the 1980's, but I don't remember anything till a month ago. What happened during those thirty years?"

"Cursed objects, like the one that held your soul, are difficult to defeat. I didn't know a fast way to get you out without invoking dark magic. I wanted another method, a Bunny costume option. You were trapped, so we had you mentally frozen. You would have gone insane otherwise."

Reddie kissed her mistress and then climbed on top pressing pelvis to pelvis, bosom against bosom. As she lifted her bare breasts away to better position herself, the sheets slipped down her back to her waist. "Yes, I can see that now. I would have lost it completely. Thank you mistress." She began gyrating her hips to grind against her mistress.



Nathalie relaxed, feeling her clitoris getting some lovely manipulation. It was rare that her costume let her out of her cincher and tights. And tonight her cincher still didn't offer any laces in the back. They just didn't exist. On occasion they reappeared when her costume decided not to keep her body sewn in. Sometimes the magic allowed for a few hours away, but never longer -- and sex had to be involved. She remembered how overt sexual acts made the laces appear more often, how the perversions extended the allowed time to play. But she liked the company of Bunnies more than swallowing some guy's cum. She would be stronger if she stopped resisting. Not doing so kept her trapped in nylons, but she liked it.

She could feel her costume's frustrations. It wanted deviant sex. It wanted a trip to Bolinas, California; where centuries of pirate smuggling created saloon girl costumes into the kinkiest fetishes. No, she thought. The swords and the vore were too much. She had her limits. The costume sitting at the foot of the bed burned with desire. It watched her and with its cincher and tights wrapping her body, it felt everything too. She suppressed its more drastic longings. As Reddie tribbed away, the costume finally submitted.

Nathalie returned to enjoying the half naked Bunny scissoring her at the moment. She watched as Reddie reacted to the movement inside both their bodies. The redhead wasn't just trying to please; she was trying to enjoy. Desperation defined Maria's previous assistant, a failure now named Duchess and locked in a dog cage. Confident selfishness moderated with desires to please signaled the potential for a great sex partner. Nathalie liked this girl's attitude.

Reddie twisted sideways to get her inserted dildo's end to rub against Nathalie's matching hidden plug. Despite the nylon layers between their rubber plugs, a magnetic feeling arose and a connection snapped between the intruders. Reddie pulled her hips up lifting Nathlie's plug a couple inches out, tenting the nylon tights. A push back down followed with a repeated pull up. This time the movement left Nathalie's plug in place as Reddie's body lifted, but now the other plug slid. Again and again the two alternated who squeezed their vaginal muscles so the other could feel the friction.

Nathalie smiled looking-up at the redhead whose breasts jiggled, whose eyes squeezed shut, whose hips gyrated so assertively, and whose mind stayed lost in reaching happiness.

Yes, Reddie would be a great carnal partner.