Bunny Tales
The Prologue
[Author’s Note: Now that I have finally sent in the fourth – and probably last – chapter of this particular tale in Bunny’s life, I’ve decided to dig up the FIRST part. This is the original Bunny Tale, first posted in the “Hot Flashes!” topic on the MC Forums, over two years ago. It was a quick ten-minute tale inspired by a strange dream, and it inspired all the other Bunny stuff after it. I’ve changed the formatting to make it fit with the rest of the story, but otherwise, this is the original. Simon has very graciously slotted it in along with Chapter Four, and many many thanks to him! Enjoy!]
“Good morning, Master!”
“mmmph... gerlefumpphhhliggle.. five more minutes, Mommy...”
“Master...”
“Uhmph, ponies in the ice cream, again... ”
“OW! What the...? Bunny!”
“Good morning, Master!”
“Damnit, Bunny, there are better ways of waking me, you know!”
“Can I go hunting, Master?”
“NO!”
“But, Master...”
“No! Damnit, Bunny, hasn’t that deprogramming held, yet?”
“What deprogramming?”
groan “Bunny, I can’t have any more slaves.”
“But why, Master?”
“Why? Bunny, I’ve got two king-size beds pushed together, here. How many women do you see here?”
“Ummm... twelve?”
“At least! And in the other four bedrooms?”
“I don’t know...”
“...and on the living room couch...”
“Hey, your sisters don’t count...”
“...on the kitchen floor...”
“...the cooks like it in there...”
“...out in the stables...”
“You never use them, anymore...”
“Because I have too much on my hands in here, Bunny! Quite literally! We have to get a bigger house!”
“That’s why I recruited you a real estate agent, Master.”
“I can’t afford to keep feeding them all!”
“...and a banker...”
“My balls have shriveled up into tiny little raisins from all the sex!”
“...and a urologist...”
“NO, Bunny! Can’t you, just for once, lay back and enjoy the slaves that are here?”
“It’s not the sex I enjoy, Master; it’s the enslavement. I like watching their cute little eyes glaze over as the cum against their will and turning them all bi and randy and bringing them to my Master for a lifetime of sex and servitude...”
“Stop bouncing, Bunny; that’s not going to work, anymore.”
“...never should have recruited those strippers...”
“If you love recruitment so much, why don’t you release some of the slaves we have and then enslave them again?”
“I’ve tried. The deprogramming never holds.”
“OBVIOUSLY!”
“There’s no need to shout, Master... If you don’t want Bunny around anymore...”
“Playing the sympathy card is out, too.”
“One more.”
“No.”
“Aw, come one! One more. It’ll be my bestest ever enslavement, you’ll see!”
“Bunny....”
“Please?”
groan “Okay, Bunny... ONE more, but then that’s it! You here me?”
“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”
“Fine. Now go away and let me get some... What are you doing?”
“Recruiting, Master! Look at the shiny raygun!”
FLASH!
Five minutes later...
“Good morning, Master!”
“Uuuurrrlllmpheck... Five more minutes, Mommy...”
“MASTER!”
“Ah! Bunny, what is it?”
“Can I go hunting, Master?”
“Yes, Mistress. Go hunting. Bring me back a swim team, or something...”
“Thank you, Master!”
“You’re welcome, Mistress. Now let me get some sleep.”
“Yes, Master! You’re going to need it.”