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Five Years Paradise' stars Roy (now Remi) who chooses to undergo a mysterious five-year "special program" in lieu of serving a 23-year prison sentence.

In chapter 3, Remi is taken to her new home where she'll live and grow with others like her! What secrets does a mysterious black bunny girl hold, and how will Remi manage to get through five years of feminine life? (Series will contain MTF anthro bunny shenanigans, severe hormones, heat cycles, breeding, and pregnancy)


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Five Years in Paradise: Chapter 3

“My name is Olivia and it’s nice to meet all of you lovely ladies.  Are all of you adjusting well to womanhood so far?  I know it can be a lot to take in at first,” the handler on stage laughed, gently brushing her wavy, sandy blond hair over her shoulder while the hardened look in her hazel eyes betrayed her beaming smile.

She was expectedly met with silence as the animal girls all exhibited signs of discomfort at the question.  Remi winced herself, desperately wishing to ignore the strange, feminine sensations that assailed her lithe, womanly body.

Emilia smiled, glancing at the pure white bunny girl before looking at Olivia.  “I’m sure they’ll feel better about it in a couple of days.  Miss Remi here got quite lucky,” she cooed, gently brushing a couple fingers over the rabbit’s ear.

Remi squeaked, a tingle running down her sensitive ears before she shrunk back, her ears tapering downward.  For some reason, being touched in such a manner left her feeling uncomfortably vulnerable.

“A pure white bunny; how wonderful,” Olivia stated brightly, clapping her hands together.  “You will be quite popular!”

Popular?  Remi didn’t like the sound of that, but she couldn’t find the will to speak up, and she instead meekly nodded and clasped a hand over her forearm, shrinking back.

“Let’s get started, shall we?”  Olivia insisted, scanning her audience over before folding her arms behind her back and speaking.  “I would like to welcome all of you to the Paradise Commune, more aptly referred to as ‘Paradise,’ by all who live here, work here, or visit.”  She cleared her throat before continuing.  “I would like to thank you all for making the right choice.  As the name implies, five years in Paradise is a much better fate than the twenty or more years all of you would spend in prison.  Not only will you enjoy good food and lavish amenities as long as you follow protocol, but you’ll have the opportunity to work, apply yourselves, and secure your futures for when your five years are up.”

By now, everyone was watching intently.  Each one of the girls listened with bated breath, knowing they’d need to pay close attention to this vital information.

“First, I will go over the bare minimum standards we expect in order for you to retain a comfortable five year sentence.”  Olivia raised an eyebrow as she scanned the crowd.  “Eyes on me, girls.  The first standard is one of respect toward the handlers and other employees who will be overseeing your stay.  That means giving your full attention when we’re speaking.”

Remi had already had her eyes on stage, but a couple others who weren’t quickly shifted their eyes toward the handler.  Low whispers could be heard as their respective handlers assumedly scolded them.

“Monday through Saturday are work days.  You will awaken at nine, be clean and dressed by nine-thirty, eat breakfast at nine forty-five, and will be at your job posting by ten-fifteen in order to get ready for work at ten-thirty.  You will work for three hours, enjoy a thirty minute lunch at one-thirty, then work another three hours.  You will also need to make up an additional four hours a week, which is fairly flexible, to reach forty hours.” Olivia curtly stated.  “That’s right!  Mandatory work is only six hours a day.  At six days a week, that’s only 40 hours a week with no need for pesky overtime if you don’t want it!”  She wasn’t done, however.  “After your first week, there will be more available options for those who might want to start work earlier or later, or try other types of work.”

Remi shifted uncomfortably.  So far, it didn’t sound too awful.

“There will be many opportunities for you young women, with job training provided for whatever you wish to explore.  Some examples of available jobs include hand crafts like weaving, sewing, and jewelry making, housecleaning and maid-like jobs, baking, and more,” Olivia said excitedly.  “Feminine jobs that won’t be too hard on your delicate bodies; no hard, backbreaking labor I assure you.”

Remi winced at the phrase ‘feminine’ before glancing down at the shape of breasts beneath her silken, white gown.  She doubted a body like this was suited for construction or carpentry, but it was still frustrating.

“At least half of your working hours must be in a customer-facing role.  We’re always in need of waitresses, hostess club workers, saleswomen, and more.  Don’t worry!  It’s not mandatory to take on work that requires taking patrons somewhere private,” she assured them.

Olivia saw the expected looks of concern and confusion amongst the new hires in the audience.  “The Paradise Commune and associated programs are largely funded by two factions.  The first are those with a vested interest in the technology used to create cute animal girls like yourselves.  This is why all of you will be subject to weekly checkups with a physician and therapy sessions with a qualified psychiatrist.  It’s important for us to keep a log of your physical and mental health, and to ensure that you remain healthy.”  Her lips curled into a slight smile.  “Then there are those who have a far more straightforward interest in you girls.  They’re happy to pay good money for the goods you make, and for your company.  Those who purchase crafts are also given a photo of the animal girl who made it.  Those who dine at our cafes and frequent our hostess clubs pay well for the experience of enjoying the company of cute and excotic girls like yourselves.”

Remi’s heart sank as she considered the implications of what she was just told.  While the assurance of not having to take a patron somewhere ‘private’ was nice, she was starting to understand what at least twenty hours of every week would entail.  Men ogling her, touching her, complimenting her, and more, while she giggled, acted girlishly, and pretended to like it.  Did that sum it up?

“Yes, that does mean you will be expected to tolerate a certain level of non-sexual physical touch if you wish to be out of here in five years,” Olivia said sternly.  “Physically harming, insulting, or denigrading anthro girl workers like yourselves is strictly prohibited, and security will be swift to act if one of our patrons break any of these rules.  The bodies each of you possess are worth millions and you can rest assured that we will not tolerate any abuse toward any of you.”  After a brief pause, she added, “Are there any questions so far?”

Remi looked around, her mind reeling as she tried to process all of this new information.  When no one else stepped in, she meekly raised a hand.

“Ahhh.  Miss Remi, right?  Our precious white bunny.  What is your question?”  She asked.

Remi steadied herself before speaking.  “Are there any benefits if we work more than forty hours a week?  Or, if we choose to work more than twenty hours a week in one of those-- err, customer-facing roles?”  The song-like, girlish voice that flowed from her lips would take a while to get used to.

“Great questions!”  Olivia beamed.  “We generally discourage overtime as we like our girls to remain well rested, healthy, and content.  However, working more than twenty hours a week in a role that allows you to interact with patrons will absolutely benefit you.  There will be opportunities for money to be paid after your five years are up, access to better amenities, and even a chance at shaving up to a year off of your stay.  All of this will be elaborated upon a little later.”

The rest of orientation was a blur.  From what Remi understood, there would be various seminars and etiquette classes throughout the week, along with access to amenities during their down time.  It was Saturday now and they would be starting their job training on Monday morning.  All other items of importance would be explained as they became relevant.

“Alright!  Your handlers will lead you to your new living quarters.  I think you’ll all be pleasantly surprised,” Olivia insisted.

With that, the various handlers led their girls from the amphitheater and back inside.  Before they had time to contemplate their fates too thoroughly, they were taken down a hall and led back outside.  This time, a paved road with flat, grassy land all around appeared before them.  Far to the left, and in the distance all around them, a tall wall with watch towers locked them in from all directions.  There must have been thousands of acres of land, with various buildings and even what appeared to be a small town in the distance.

“Up here,” Emilia said softly, gesturing toward a large bus.

She meekly nodded and climbed in after some of the others, taking a seat next to her handler close to the back.  ‘What should I do?...   I can’t believe any of this,’ she mused in disbelief, tightly closing her eyes as she tried to keep herself calm.

After getting close to the town, which was called ‘Oasis,’ as they learned during the ride, they approached the front gate of a large manor, where only the two foxes were let off with their handler, Olivia.

When the bus started moving again, Remi’s ears twitched and folded down in confusion.  ‘We’re not all going together?’ 

Before long, they stopped at another manor, designed to look nearly identical to the first.  Emilia smiled and gently touched Remi’s shoulder.  “This is our stop, dear Remi.”

A couple of rows back, the brown-furred bunny girl’s handler chimed in with “It’s time to get up, Laila.”

Both bunnies were led from the bus and though the security checkpoint at the front gate before starting their way up the path to the manor.  Remi glanced back at Laila before looking toward her handler with a great deal of apprehension.  “Err…  Why is it only us two that are staying here?”  She managed to ask.

Emilia laughed.  “You’re both bunnies, dear,” she said warmly.  “Different types of anthro girls have various needs and dispositions.  There will be common areas to make friends with foxes, cats, and everything in between, but your residence will be with other lovely lagomorph ladies like yourself.”

Before Remi had time to think of any proper follow-up questions, they reached the front door, which promptly opened.  Standing before them was a tall and modelesque bunny girl with glossy, ebony-black fur.  Long, straight black hair came down to her waist, with her bangs perfectly cut in a hime, or ‘princess’ style.  She had piercing silver-gray eyes, large breasts, and she donned a silver-gray evening gown that matched her eyes.

“Ahhh…  My new little sisters?”  She asked with great warmth, her voice both melodic and gentle.

“Indeed,” the brown bunny’s handler nodded.  “This one here is Laila.  She’s quite shy, but I’m sure she’ll warm up given a little time.”

“And this one is Remi.  We expect she’ll flourish in your care,” Emilia added.

“I’ll take it from here and see you two on Monday,” the black bunny girl told the handlers with a kind smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, the pair was finally alone with the gorgeous black bunny.  Even Remi couldn’t deny how exotic and lovely she was, feeling almost intimidated by her beauty and poise.  It didn’t help that she had to be at least five-foot eight or nine in height, putting her more than six inches above herself, and significantly taller than Laila.  Remi managed to glance around the manor’s entry hall, noting the marble flooring, rabbit themed statues and decor, and the deep orange color of the various tapestries and fabric.

“I’m Noella, the Mistress of Bunny House,” she gently stated before kneeling and reaching eye level with Laila.  “What a cute one you are.  Laila, was it?  I’m sure you must be frightened, but you will be well taken care of here,” she promised, softly caressing the smaller bun’s cheek.

Laila shivered and faintly blushed as she looked at the taller rabbit.  “I--...  I’m not supposed to be a girl,” she whined and fidgeted, clasping the front of her dress.

“I remember feeling the same way,” Noella smiled.  “I was also male once.  Now, I could never dream of going back.  You couldn’t pay me any amount to go back to who and what I was…  Even if you don’t end up feeling the way I do, there are many wonderful aspects of womanhood I’m sure you’ll come to love.”

Remi watched the interaction with a mix of conflicting emotions.  Noella had been male, too?  How long ago?  Did she really not want to be male again?  Would Remi gradually stop wanting to return to her old life as well and instead choose to remain a being of pure femininity?  No-- definitely not.  It was an unfathomable prospect.

“You don’t need to respond right now; it’s okay, dear…  Just know that you are adorable and you will be loved here,” Noella promised.

The black bunny then stood up straight and moved toward Remi, doing a full circle around the white bun while tapping her chin.  “I’ve never seen such pure white fur before.  You, my dear, are going to be extremely popular,” she said with a slight hint of devilishness and a giggle.

Remi recoiled slightly and averted her eyes.  “Y-- You aren’t the first one to tell me that,” she muttered in response, starting to worry over the implications of being popular in such a place.