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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 4, Remi gets used to her new nightly routine while being constantly assailed by the strange new sensations womanhood. How can she hope to get any sleep when a tantalizing honeypot stirs between her thighs? (Series will contain MTF anthro bunny shenanigans, severe hormones, heat cycles, breeding, and pregnancy)


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Five Years in Paradise: Chapter 4

Remi and Laila stepped into their new room and glanced around in shock.  Their dorm was more like a large studio apartment, with full sized beds, a small kitchen, and an attached bathroom.  There was even a couch and a small living room area.

“Oh-- wow…”  Remi muttered, her ears twitching as she took in her surroundings.  “I was expecting to be crammed into a room with a bunch of people,” she said quietly.

“Just pairs,” Noella smiled.  “In all likelihood, the two of you won’t be sleeping here after a few days regardless.”

Laila glanced nervously at the more experienced bunny.  “What do you mean by that?”  She asked cautiously.

Noella laughed.  “Bunnies are extremely social and affectionate creatures.  You’ll find that most of your sisters enjoy sharing a bed together for warmth and comfort.  Give it a little time and you’ll likely draw the same conclusion.”

Remi shifted uncomfortably.  She didn’t like the idea of her nature changing so drastically.  Was she doomed to give into her feminine, bunny-like nature?  She wanted to say she’d never join the cuddly bunny pile, but she knew she’d sound naive by making such an exclamation.  “I-- I see…”  She managed to reply.

The black-furred bunny offered the pair a sympathetic look.  “There will be much to learn in the coming days, so feel free to get rest for now. I’ll have food brought to you this time so you can eat in peace,” she insisted before saying her goodbyes and taking her leave.  Apparently they’d be picked up in the morning and it was expected that they’d wash up before then.

Once alone, the pair of bunnies glanced at each other.  Remi forced a weak smile.  “Rough day for you, too?” 

Laila shifted and averted her eyes.  “I-- yeah…”  She mumbled in response before walking up to her bed and collapsing onto it, curling up on her side with her eyes closed.

Remi quietly sighed, watching her new roommate flop into bed.  She couldn't really blame her for feeling that way.

The next couple of hours were a blur.  Remi and Laila ate their meals, which consisted solely of vegetarian offerings.  Despite Remi’s previous love for meat, she found herself quite satisfied with Indian curry she’d been provided, which had potatoes and squash, along with a cheese dish called ‘paneer saag’ on the side.

Remi entered the bathroom first, and was in for an embarrassing and unwanted experience.  Peeing in her new body was certainly different, as she was forced to sit, and relax her muscles differently than before.  The sensation of urine escaping from her decadently feminine anatomy was alien and only served to remind her of what she lost.

Upon stepping into the shower, she was taken back by how sensitive her new body was.  Hot water trickled down her silky, white-furred body, causing her to become immediately aware of each and every one of her body’s changes.  Her breasts were very sensitive, and gently scrubbing between her legs led to a hands-on experience with her new womanhood.  “Ahh…”  Her cheeks flushed as she spread her folds and let the water follow the curve of her body.  The sensation of warm water enveloping her new sex was bizarre and somehow exhilarating. ‘I-- I have a pussy…  This is real..’ She was definitely disturbed, but it was hard not to almost feel excited at the prospect of exploring her new body.

Afterward, she stepped into a stall near the shower that was labeled ‘body dryer,’ and quickly discovered the name to be apt.  With the flip of a switch, warm air blew over her, enveloping her fluffy body in hot, comfortable air.  “Ooh…”  She closed her eyes and took a slow breath as her fur started to dry.  She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it actually felt pretty nice.  She had wondered how people with fur handled the drying process, so having a contraption like this was a major convenience.

Once done, she looked at herself in the mirror and felt that familiar sense of dissonance.  The gorgeous rabbit woman in the mirror was her-- she wasn’t some fetishy rabbit model she had found nudes of online.  “Damn…”  She took a couple of steps back, watching the way her hips swayed and her breasts jiggled from the movement.

As a warm tingling formed between her legs, she averted her eyes and sheepishly started to dress.  Now wasn’t a good time to arouse herself.

Remi laid in the dark, listening to the rhythmic breathing of Laila’s slumber a few yards to her left.  Despite feeling exhausted, her mind swirled and her body tingled with strange sensations that made slumber difficult.

“Mmmmph…” She pulled a blanket around herself and curled up on her side, closing her eyes as she tried to force obtrusive thoughts away.  Despite her best effort, it was impossible to ignore how strange her body felt.  On her side, her breasts smushed together, and her thighs pressing together made the absence of male anatomy far more noticeable.  To make things worse, there was still a hot, damp tingling within her loins, teasing and urging her to indulge in self-exploration.

“No, I…  Ugh…”  She grumbled in frustration, blushing deeply as she rolled onto her back while being careful to let her tail puff stick out from beneath her.  She laid sprawled with her arms and legs out, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing need deep within her body’s core.  ‘I just want to sleep-- I just…’

Without thinking, she found her fingers dipping into the waistband of her shorts, idling brushing over the smooth fur of her pubic mound.  As a man, she would have reached her genitals, but as a woman, the cleft of her sex sat a little lower.  Unable to help herself, she gently scratched and rubbed the smooth, silky fluff while a small point within her labia started to ache.  There was truly nothing masculine left of her, was there?  She didn’t even have her old masculine name to go by any more.

Why not probe a little lower?  Ignoring her feminine anatomy wouldn’t change reality, and Laila appeared to be pretty deeply passed out.  A small voice in the back of her head urged her to fight, but it seemed impossible.  She pressed lower, dipping a fingertip lower as it pressed into the steamy folds at the apex of her vulva.  “O-- Oh…”  She gasped, her hips pushing up slightly.  Moments later, she brushed against her clitoral hood, just barely stimulating the pearl hidden within.

That small amount of simulation was enough to send a pleasant, tingly jolt through her nethers, causing a barely audible squeak and moan to flow from her lips.

Should she be doing this?  She was still mortified and emotionally unbalanced from the drastic changes she underwent; it was all very hard to process and comprehend.  At the same time, who wouldn’t explore in the same situation?  Any straight man who became a dropdead gorgeous woman would do the same, right?  It wasn’t like resisting the urge would somehow help her situation or make her any less female.

“It wouldn’t hurt…”  She muttered.  It was almost hard to comprehend just how beautiful her new form was; not only had she been turned into a woman, but one that was basically a walking, talking fetish doll.

She brushed her finger lower, pressing through the moist folds and under the fleshy hood.  It was impossible not to marvel at how sensitive and responsive her new body was-- how she trembled and quivered under the slightest touch.  “Ahhh…”  Her clit throbbed and she felt a peculiar sensation a little lower.  A spasm that caused her insides to convulse ever so slightly, followed by a tingly warmth and a feeling of wetness permeating her loins.  She didn’t have to be an expert in female anatomy to understand that must have been her vagina reacting to the clitoral teasing up above.

The experience was already vastly different than anything she’d experienced as a man.  Her vulva was capable of feeling a wide range of sensations simultaneously, from the throbbing tension within her clit, to the tension and profound emptiness within her pussy, and even the wetness that permeated every nook and cranny of her new sex-- all sensations were new, exciting, and overwhelming.

Remi bit her lip and shifted, stifling another moan as she started to move her fingertip in slow circles.  Even this light touch was enough to enrapture her, making her a slave to the pleasurable, addicting tingling that intensified by the second.

As she rubbed, she noticed her nipples hardening and aching in response.  Almost without thinking, she shakily slid a hand over her left breast and pinched one of her nipples.  As if on cue, what she’d soon discover to be a small orgasm exploded from her clit and cascaded through her pelvis and lower body.  “O-- oooh!”  She squealed as an electric shock shot through her breast in tandem with the sensations below her navel.

“Hmmm?  Laila stirred from her bed, still mostly asleep as a yawn escaped her lips.

Remi silently gasped, quickly and shakily pulling a blanket over herself as she rolled onto her side.  Her body still shook in the afterglow of her first sexual experience, her pussy periodically spasming while her body felt warm and fuzzy all over. “N-- nothing…  Nightmare,” she stammered in response, feeling deeply embarrassed by her actions.

Laila grumbled a bit before rolling onto her other side and promptly passing out again.  Thankfully, it seemed she was none the wiser.

Remi just laid in bed with her eyes tightly closed.  What was that?  What was she supposed to make of these sensations?  Why hadn’t she been able to stop herself, and why did she think that was a good idea when she literally had a roommate a few years away?  “Ugh…”  She grunted.  All she knew for sure was that the next five years were sure to be long and full of great hardship.

The next day, there was much for Remi and her new friend to learn.  Noella picked them up and started to show them around the Bunny House they’d be living in.  Apparently, there weren’t a lot of other bunny girls here at the moment, which was actually normal.  Bunnies were rarer than other therian girls like cats and foxes; it was very rare to get two at once like they had with Remi and Laila.

Their new home was quite luxurious, or at least more so than one would normally expect from what was supposed to be a substitute for prison.  The kitchen had a lot of amenities, there was a game room and a library for leisure, and more.

Apparently, they’d be starting job training the following day, something that made Remi swallow hard with concern.  For now, though, the pair were brought to the dining room table to sit for breakfas,t where one bunny sat, and with another making food in the kitchen behind.

“Ash!  We have two new sisters; isn’t that exciting?”

The gray-furred bunny sat at the end of the table, reading a book.  “Hmm?”  She looked up, brushing her shaggy, medium-length hair from her face.  “Oh, weird,” she replied plainly.  “Nice to meet you both.”  With that, she changed focus back to her book.

“Don’t take it personally; Ash can be quite aloof, but she’s also a cuddle monster at the end of the day,” Noella teased.

Ash rolled her amber-orange eyes.  “Ugh. Don’t say it like that,” she huffed, raising an eyebrow as she cast the black bunny an incredulous look. “

“This one is Remi,” Noella continued, ignoring Ash’s pouting as she gestured toward the glossy white rabbit.  “And this is Laila,” she added, gesturing toward the smaller brown bunny.

“They’re cute!”  The bunny cooking breakfast called from the kitchen.  This one was nearly as tall as Noella, with a nice shape and fur that was splotched with varying colors of orange, black, and gray.  “I’m Harley; nice to meet you two!  I hope you’ll like my cooking,” she said with a beaming smile.

“I’m sure they will,” Ash replied flatly, placing a bookmark in her novel and closing it before placing it carefully on the table.  “The real question is, how will these two handle their new work?  I can already tell our patrons will adore them,” she said innocently, starting to look them over more carefully.

Remi shifted in her seat.  “I will do what I have to; I want to thrive in all that I do,” she insisted, not wanting to let herself feel intimidated.

“You’ll thrive even better when you start to adore some of your clients just as much,” Ash said slyly.  “I give it a week before you find a male or two that tickle your fan--,”

“Ash!”  Noella scolded her.  “Don’t scare them; there’s no guarantee of what they’ll like or dislike,” she insisted before looking at her two frightened little sisters.  “Pay her no mind; just take it one day at a time.”

How couldn’t Remi worry?  Was she going to start finding men attractive?  Her heart raced with worry and confusion as she pushed her legs together.  She wasn’t worried about the kind of work she’d have to do, but rather, the type of work she’d want to perform here in Paradise.