Story by an anonymouse fan, with very minor edits by me.
The friends watched the slowly growing throng of mightily over-endowed bunny girls by the Venn Machine. One of the few remaining people waiting in line had a brief argument before reluctantly entering the machine.
“I hate queues,” pouted Lilith.
“I told you we should have arrived before the end of the game.” Jennifer let out a huff as no one was listening to her repeat herself.
“I know, I know,” soothed Karen. “It’s my fault. I heard the cheerleader teams had agreed to a dare. That whoever’s team lost, their squad would be transformed into the other team’s personal servants for a week. I was curious what they would be transformed into, so wanted to arrive after the game.”
“I wouldn’t have chosen the other squad to become bunny girls. I would have chosen robot slaves to serve me drinks and give me pedicures,” affirmed Jennifer, looking with some disappointment at the flourishing mob of bunny girls. “With those fluffy paws and watermelon boobs, you would be lucky if they could hold a breath whilst standing let alone give a decent massage.”
“Well I’m not going to be your robot slave,” rebutted Lilith before turning to face Karen. “Have you decided what the new plan is yet?”
“Can’t be worse than the plan Lilith had last time,” chortled Jennifer.
“Hey, it was a great idea to get into Liz’s apartment to find out who her secret lover is,” refuted Lilith. “Haven’t you heard the phrase ‘fly on the wall’? I could have buzzed in there, hung out on the ceiling and got all the dirt we needed.”
“True but halfway there you got stuck on a sticky bun and swatted with a newspaper.”
“Flying is hard work and I needed the sugar. Plus I can’t help it if I inherited my sweet tooth from my grandmother,” sulked Lilith. “I vote we give my plan another go, but this time we take a taxi first to her block. After you transform me into a fly first of course.” Lilith paused thinking for a bit. “Or even better a wasp. That way once I get the dirt on her I can sting her!”
Karen massaged her brow. “Let’s just park that idea for now and see if we can think of others. After all Liz has aircon and I’m not sure there is any opening you could use to fly in.”
“Yeah, your idea sucks,” laughed Jennifer.
Before a fight broke out Karen felt compelled to step in. “That’s unfair Jennifer, don’t forget your previous idea was just as unsuccessful as Lilith’s.”
“My idea would have worked if it was not for that waxing machine. I say we give MY idea another go.”
Karen gave a silent groan as an argument broke out between the two.
###
After what seemed forever Karen noticed the last of the cheerleaders leave the Venn Machine. “That’s it, the last of the losers have changed,” she called, interrupting the ongoing bickering.
“Finally they have finished,” sighed Jennifer as the last bunny girl adjusted her bust. “Oh, now what!” She pouted as one of the winning cheerleaders entered the machine. “Are they all going to become rabbits and form a bunny puddle? I thought you said only the losing side got transformed.”
“There is something strange about the bunny girls,” admitted Karen.
“What?”
“They are all identical. All just above four foot, all white furred. They are all albino clones or something,” mused Karen. “I wonder why? Something about not knowing which one is which?”
“Notice the other thing weird about them?” challenged Lilith. “The ones who have just come out of the machine are all self-conscious in their high heels and bunny suits, trying to stick to the shadows or hide behind others? Whilst the first ones who came out are more docile? I bet those bunny forms are so focused on a single concept that their minds are quickly reshaping to fit into the image of the bunny girl.”
As Lilith finished talking the winning cheerleader walked out transformed into an Amazonian anthropomorphic mare, almost double the height of the bunny girls.
“I guess the winning side is not excluded from transforming themselves,” admitted Karen.
Lilith huffed a sigh as they waited for escorting winning cheerleaders to transform themselves. Afterwards the mares lead their “winnings” out of the building, the identical bunny girls snuggling close to the mares as they walked out.
“That’s an interesting perfume they are wearing,” sniffed Jennifer as the mass of bunnies and mares passed by.
“I think that is more pheromones than perfume,” reflected Karen. “See how a number of the bunny girls practically worshiped the first mare when she came out? I bet those bunnies are keyed into the pheromones those mares have. I guess it is one way to make sure your servant obeys everything you ask if they revere you. I suppose that is why the bunnies and mares are all identical, easier to programme that way.”
“That’s not the only interesting thing about those mares of yours Karen,” smirked Lilith. “They walked like men.”
Karen gasped. “You mean they … they transformed themselves into … it’s hard to see what’s under that dress … is that a crease or ….”
“Well the Team they supported were known had Stallions as part of their title,” laughed Lilith.
Karen started to blush. “Well the venn machine is almost free now, just a few other people. So have we decided what we are doing yet?”
###
Ashly struggled with the laundry, her oversized fingers and thumbs on her paws made grasping difficult and her mammoth bust kept pushing the basket out of her grip. Half dropping it by the washing machine, she fumbled through the laundry separating it into whites and coloureds. She was unsure why they had chosen such a form for her squad. It certainly was not the most effective shape to be a maid. She could only conclude they had chosen this bunny form as a way to humiliate them, to make them feel pathetic and hopeless. That they were always going to be meek little things to be overshadowed by their opponents.
She almost felt resigned to such a role but a spark of rebellion flared and contemplated leaving a red sock in the load of white linen. She may be a little bunny, but she was not going to roll over. As she scrunched up the crimson cloth in her paw to throw it into the washing drum a strong aroma assaulted her senses. Her nose twitched.
“Well hello there little maid.” A strong voice soothed behind her. “Wow, not only are you are doing the laundry as asked, but you even doing it properly.”
Ashly felt the Amazonian mare bend down behind her. She did not know the mare’s name, just as she suspected the mare did not know her real name. They all looked the same. It was weird, as if somehow they were all just actors and disjointed from reality. She only knew the mare as ‘mistress’. She felt strong arms hug her around her wasp thin waist and two large firm mare boobs encircled her head. She took a deep breath, drinking in the heady scent emanating from the mare’s flesh. She tried to say a few words.
“Now don’t try and speak my dear. You have no larynx as staff should be seen and not heard.” Continued the mare. “Now if you do a good job on the laundry I will give you another cuddle. Won’t that be nice?” The mare gave a quick squeeze before scratching Ashly’s nose and stroking an ear, sending delightful shivers down Ashly’s spine.
As the mare stood and left, the perfumed lessened leaving a hole in Ashly’s senses. Another cuddle definitely sounded nice, she felt so good swamped by mistresses’ fragrance and it was good to have mistresses strength around her. The sock fell from her paw forgotten as she reached for the washing liquid, face scrunched in concentration not to spill it with her clumsy paws. Her eyes flicked to that foreign sachet of fabric conditioner delivered in the post that morning wondering how she could open it.
###
“So explain this latest heroic failure of yours!” challenged Lilith, staring at the dishevelled Jennifer.
“Hay, at least I got into the department. I was in the perfect place to monitor all who entered and left the apartment.”
“You mean you lay on your back insensate on the doormat. Your usual position when visiting houses of people you just met.”
Karen stepped in before the bickering broke out into a full fight. “Jennifer. What did you find out.”
Jennifer clamped her mouth shut, before quietly responding, “She has a maid.”
“Sorry?”
“She has a maid all right. The stupid thing bit my head off and emptied me into the washing machine.”
“Hah!” guffawed Lilith. “I told you a fabric softener sample was stupid. Just slip me under the door you said. Just like taking candy from a baby you said! He will just walk over me and I will know all you said!”
“Shut up Lilith. Last time I visited your flat I almost tripped up wading through the junk mail and free samples stratifying by your front door!”
###
Ashly sulked on her cot bed. Over the last few days she had been working hard doing chores for her mistress, the better she did the job the longer the cuddles and petting were, driving her to work harder and overcome the limitations of her body. She particularly enjoyed the heavy petting when she had managed to cook a simple vegetarian meal. It was during a long period when mistress was out and her fragrance diminished in the house Ashly slowly recognised she was been treated like a pet, her last reserves of self-confidence overpowered her growing comfort with submissiveness and in a fit of revolt deliberately smashed a carton of eggs onto the kitchen floor and left them.
Her mistress was furious, and made Ashly clean it before sending her to her room without a cuddle even though the floor was now spotless. Ashly felt sorry for herself, as soon as her mistress had returned Ashly’s whiskers twitched as she smelt that heady scent and desired to snuggle into mistress’s cleavage, but mistress had seen the mess and now Ashly was sitting alone on her cot without a hug.
She dutifully stayed in her room waiting to be called, but heard nothing and her heart sank in shame. Whilst she hated that rebellious side that got her into so much trouble she used what little of it was left to sneak out of her room, rehearsing in her mind how she could empathically apologise and hope mistress forgave her.
She found the flat was dark, her large ears picking up the sound of soft snoring. Tiptoeing into her mistress’s bedroom she found the mare asleep, stretched out beneath a duvet on a couple of mattresses on the floor to accommodate her large frame. Ashly could not speak and she dared not shake her mistress awake least she got a rebuke, she was too lonely to go back to her room. So instead she nestled on top of the duvet against the side of her mistress, letting her mistresses fragrance blanket her and dozed into a wonderful sleep.
###
“So Lilith.” Smirked Jennifer. “Tell us about the wonderful success you had.”
“Well, I got into the kitchen.”
“Yes …” Jennifer’s smile widened.
“And she has ceramic knives and a hob.”
“Wow, so Sherlock how does this get us closer to finding the name of mysterious man?”
“Hay, I learnt more than you did liquid for brains.”
“Well at least I did not get turned into a salad! How stupid do you need to be to believe a potato is a good spying device.”
“Well at least I got a bath out of it, plus a potato has eyes unlike a sachet!”
“They don’t work that way” Jennifer shouted back. “I told you that before you went into the venn machine!”
Karen groaned, wondering what she had done to deserve this.
###
Ashly woke to find herself alone in mistresses bed. She scrunched up the sheets and drank in her mistresses’ scent that had soaked into the fabric. All too soon she was called to work. Ashly worked hard over the next few days, ensuring her mistress was always happy with her work, and got plenty of cuddles, scratches and even a few kisses on her nose and head which strangely delighted her. She had never known being so content and comfortable with her life and being within her own skin. At night, feeling delightfully rebellious she would sneak into her mistresses bedroom and snuggle on top of the duvet against the sleeping form, feeding off the happiness when she was not sent away when her mistress woke.
“Well my little maid. A week is almost up and tomorrow lunchtime you will be reverted to your old self. So let’s make the most of today shall we?” smiled the mistress.
Panic awoke in Ashly’s heart. She could not comprehend how life could not revolve around mistress. Her faint memories of her old life were full of anxiety about making grades, keeping friends, constant competition with others. Her heart moved into her throat at the thought of losing the continuity and protection of her mistress. Then something wonderful happened.
Mistress pulled the bunny girl into her expansive bosom, giving her a kiss on the forehead to calm her down, regardless of the fact Ashly had done no work to merit such a reward. “Now little maid. No need for that. Just work as you always have and I will give you more cuddles then you deserve.”
Holding back tears Ashly nodded and adjusted her uniform and got back to work. The thought of been forcibly transformed back into that person, that strangely distant memory, terrified her of the uncertain and unfriendly world. She knew there was no choice but for it to happen and she tried to drown out her fear in work and promise of snuggles with mistress.
###
Karen skulked behind the curtains. Lilith had succeeded in dropping her off outside the apartment and she had managed to scurry under the door. The apartment was huge, well it would be when you are the size of a house spider, and Karen had to stop multiple times to get her breath back as she ventured across the living room. She was climbing the wall with her eight legs to be near the corner of the ceiling to be sure of seeing everyone. As she paused for breath for the last time hidden behind the curtains, she started wondering who this mystery man might be. It was during this pondering she felt the wall beneath her feet vibrate, followed by a sudden tornado like strength of wind.
###
Ashly finished the last of her chores, trying with difficulty to place the bulky vacuum cleaner away. She looked around the room with pride. She had hoovered and dusted every inch of the place including getting rid of all those nasty cobwebs along the ceiling and by the windows. She was certain all her hard work deserved several cuddles, but looking around anticipating the delights of her mistress’s touch she could not find her. Darting about the apartment Ashly found Mistress had gone to bed early, lying naked atop of the duvet asleep. Tormented by indecision, Ashly struggled to quietly stripped off her uniform and snuggled into her usual spot beside the mistress, unused to resting against mistress’s naked skin without the duvet between the. It felt strangely liberating and dangerous.
She tried to sleep but the thoughts of her impending transformation tomorrow and losing her mistress tormented her. She had hoped that somehow this last night would be a special time, but her mistress just lay their slumbering. Her heady scent saturated everything and Ashly was excited that she had the freedom to touch the naked skin without fear of reprimand from her sleeping owner. She gave a gentle stroke of mistress’s flank to be rewarded by a gentle murmur. After a few other exploratory petting, Ashly felt more adventurous and licked one of her mistress’s nipples before darting back. The mare’s body arched before falling back to slumber. Ashly played with the delightful flavour in her mouth before using her tongue to explore other areas of her mistress, enjoying the sounds of happy moaning from the slumbering mare.
Ashly had never felt so bonded to another person, to feel so connected and dependant on another. With her last night she wanted to share that feeling with her owner, to let her know what it such simple joy meant. With every kiss, lick and nuzzle the moans of delight from the mare were their own reward. As Ashly delved deeper towards the mare’s crouch she noticed not a slit, but a sheath. Puzzled at first, Ashly explored it further, causing the mare to gently writhe as her own blood fired up. Ashly licked her lips and grasped bosom noticing for the first time her mare was also a stallion. With this revelation she realised how she could make their last night a special one for both of them to remember.
###
Through slitted eyes the mare observed the bunny-girl. ‘It took you long enough’ she thought, ‘to understand what your body was designed for. For a while I was certain Megan had dialled your hormones down too far. Well at least no one can say I forced you.’ the mare’s flicked towards the webcam on the desk beside her bed, its LED on. She let out a pleasurable groan as the bunny-girl strongly made her presence known. ‘Oh, I always wanted to try this from the male side. Bunny-girl you won’t believe the self-control I needed when watching your fluffy ass bending over the table you were cleaning, I so wanted to ram my …’ The mare let out a whinny as the bunny girl became more physical with her exploration around the mare’s crotch. Things began to escalate from there and both were glad when neither stopped.
###
“So that was a complete waste of time,” stated Jennifer
“Only because your idea was stupid,” retorted Lilith.
“Guys, it was just a few setbacks. We tried out ideas to see how well they worked, and from what we learn we can plan better.” Karen attempted to placate.
“Well we learnt that Lilith’s ideas are the most stupid.”
“More intelligent than yours! I mean fabric softener? What good is that, tells us the washing conditions of her bra?”
“I could hear all right. Unlike a potato which can do nothing but be boiled and sliced into a salad.”
“A potato has eyes! I could see!”
“Liar! You just afraid to admit it. A potato cannot see. The hard work was all mine sneaking you into the groceries on the way to her flat.”
“Girls!” interrupted Karen, hoping to end the constant bickering. “We all had ideas, each with their good and bad points. Now let’s think how we can improve them.”
“Your idea was just as stupid as Jennifer’s,” argued Lilith, hoping to deflect criticism.
Karen bit her tongue. “Yes, it did not work. I was not expecting the bunny-maid to vacuum the curtains and the wall where I was hiding. I was torn to pieces in the vortex.”
“Yeah. It’s all the bunny-maids fault. I am sure it was her, I can feel those nasty front teeth biting into my neck.” Jennifer crowed, glad to find someone to blame.
“I bet it was her who cooked me too.” Agreed Lilith.
“You bet? You mean you don’t know? You did not see her?” grinned Jennifer.
“No! It was definitely a bunny maid,” stuttered Lilith. “It’s just that … just that … there could have been more than one. So it was definitely a bunny maid just not necessarily the one that so easily found you and ripped your sweet head off.” She asserted with growing confidence, staring daggers at Jennifer.
“Girls.” Karen interrupted, sighing and wondering why she got involved with these two, “It was a bunny maid, and almost certainly one of those transformed cheerleaders. It’s been over a week so she has gone now. Which means our new plans have more chance of success.”
“What do you mean new plans? Apart from the bunny maid my plan was perfect,” boasted Lilith, not ready yet to admit defeat.
“Excuse me.” Karen thanked the gods when a stranger approached them and interrupted with a polite cough. “I could not help overhearing …”
###
Ashly had woken in the morning still intertwined with mistress. Her feeling of the happy afterglow and in a world of contented wellbeing rapidly eroded with the realisation this was the last day she would spend with mistress. With fear pricking her heart she managed to scrunch round and bury her head and nose deep against mistress’s body and deeply drink in her scent which calmed and reassure her.
All too soon mistress stirred with the radio clock alarm and gave Ashly a number of cuddles and caresses before stirring to get out of bed. Ashly hung on trying to silently convince mistress to stay in bed a little longer, but she seemed too weak to convince her.
Almost in a daze she let mistress dress her, Ashly’s paws too big and cumbersome to manage the job and allowed mistress to usher her out the flat door with a blindfold. It was not until after mistress had buckled her into the car seat that she realised this was her first time out of the flat since she had arrived. After a short while mistress removed the blindfold and Ashly could watch the buildings, sky and surrounding as they drove through the city, but she could not help but keep resting her eyes on her mistress. She had also fumbled at the aircon controls, loathing how the fan kept blowing mistress’s scent away from her, but her fat fingers could not work the controls properly.
“Getting cold?” asked the mistress with a smile and tuned up the heat. Whilst it did nothing to help keep mistress’s scent, Ashly felt a warm glow in her heart that mistress was thinking of her.
Ashly heard the car engine stop and realised they had reached their destination, back at the shopping mall. Ashly took her last deep breath of her mistress as she reached over to undo her seatbelt before Ashly dutifully followed her into one of the buildings. Inside she saw a number of other mares and bunny-girls mingling around the venn machine, beside it was a table with envelops surrounded by a number of other women.
“Well this is it little maid. Back to your loser life,” smiled mistress, who gave Ashly a quick cuddle and kiss on the forehead. Taking her to the table, mistress gently pushed her towards one of the women before waving and left to join a small herd of other mares leaving the area without their maids.
“Miss? Your name miss?” spoke the woman turning Ashly’s attention back to her surroundings. Looking down she saw the envelops had names on them. Pointing at the one with her name the woman thanked her and opened it to find Ashly’s address.
“Okay, let’s get you changed back and home before you revert and something weird happens. Why all this secrecy I don’t know but money is money.”
In a whirlwind of activity and bustling Ashly quickly found herself deposited back in her own flat, which found cold, empty and lonely. Feeling bewildered and abandoned Ashly sat on the corner of her bed and quietly sobbed into her now unfamiliar but human hands.
She did not know when it happened, but suddenly she felt different. As if something clicked. Standing up and looking into the mirror she felt a short wave of giddiness as if she was too tall, but quickly knew who she was and what had happened to her. Her feeling of abandonment was just as quickly replaced by that of anger. How dare that bitch do this to me. Clenching her fists briefly, she searched for her car keys determined to confront her tormentor.
###
Ashly drove her car around the city, determined to find that mare, but lost as to who she was. All the mares were identical. She knew she was one of the opponent’s cheerleaders but no way of knowing which. She did not want the embarrassment of haranguing the wrong one. Plus she also knew the cheerleaders had no idea which of the bunny girls were which, as they too were all identical.
Uncertain what to do she headed for the venn machine. Maybe there her old ‘mistress’ had returned to the scene of the crime to torment some other innocent.
Finding a coffee shop overlooking the venn machine Ashly sat down to watch and ponder. She felt foolish, no way would her 'mistress' would come back so soon, and if she did how could she possibly identify her. She looked into her coffee cup and tried to think, though she had to grit her teeth. The constant arguing and bickering from the table beside her were driving her to distraction. She was about to go over and give them a piece of her mind when bits of their conversation were starting to fit into places of her mind.
###
“Excuse me.” Ashly ventured standing by the table, it seemed one of the women was glad for her interruption which gave her courage. “I could not help overhearing the problems you were having. Did you say one of you was … decapitated as a liquid sachet about 5 days ago, one of you was cut up into a potato salad three days ago and the other sucked into vacuum cleaner yesterday, all by the same bunny girl maid?”
All three narrowed their eyes looking at her. “Go on.” Said one.
“Well I was that bunny girl.”
“Bitch!” shouted one standing up to slap Ashly across the face.
“Jennifer! Don’t do that.” The other woman stood up to comfort Ashly and offered her a chair. “Please sit down and let me get you a drink.”
“It’s her reflex action,” mocked the other woman grinning at the one who had slapped Ashly.
“Jennifer. Come on, apologise.”
“I don’t apologise and I don’t explain myself,” sniffed Jennifer. “Sorry, it’s just the way I am.”
With a roll of her eyes the women helping Ashly waved at a passing waitress, before turning back to Ashly. “Sorry about this. We are having a bad week. My name is Karen. You were saying? Is there something we can do to help you?”
Still rubbing her cheek in shock Ashly turned to Karen, seemingly the most sane in the trio. “I was that bunny girl, I was tricked into being a slave for over a week. My mistress was treating me like a piece of meat and I want her to get what’s coming to her.”
“Ohhh! This is sweet.” Smiled Jennifer as her eyes lit up, her demur suddenly changing.
“She can help us get in!” The third said.
“Most likely more.” Said Karen. “Do you have a way in? More importantly what can you tell us about her? Who is her latest squeeze?”
‘Latest squeeze?’ The last statement threw Ashly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you are talking about. Also I don’t know where she lives. I was taken there in secret. I was hoping you could tell me who she is, where she lives.”
“Oh that is easy.” Piped up the third. “I wrote down the address when Karen told me, it was I who has been dropping people off at the flat to get in.” She fished around in her purse and pulled out a small piece of paper holding it up.
“Lilith.” Karen spoke carefully and slowly. “You only wrote down the flat number.”
“Of course. The name of the apartment block, Crescent Falls, is easy to remember. The flat number is not, so I only wrote that down. Saves paper that way” Boasted Lilith.
“Lilith.” Continued Karen in a more dangerous voice. “Why are you holding the paper upside down?”
“What do you mean? Are you saying the flat number isn’t 19?” Lilith looked at the paper in confusion.
Ashley left just as the exploding argument got into full swing, passing the waitress with a coffee in her hand that had come to the conclusion she had other customers to see.
###
Ashly had been thinking and practicing what she was going to say to that cheerleader fiend as she drove to Crescent Falls. Banging on door 19 loudly she was surprised to feel both frightened and elated when it was answered.
“Can I help you?” The woman asked opening the door. She had the build of a cheerleader but Ashly did not recognise her.
“How could you do that to me!” Shouted Ashly and rudely pushed past the surprised woman into the flat. Ashly looked around, noticing the familiar furniture and pictures on the walls.
“Who are you, and speak quickly before I call the police.”
“Oh, the police. That sounds like a good idea considering what you did.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. Her initial shock was quickly wearing off, her eyes flickered as she noticed Ashly was still in her cheerleading outfit.
“That’s right. I am ‘little maid’, who you used and abused. You can go to jail for what you did.”
“Now hang on.” The woman raised her hands to placate. “I did not force you to do anything.”
“Oh no? You gave me those fat fingers, watermelon boobs and watched me struggle with all the chores.”
“You never complained.” She spoke before immediately realising her mistake.
“I had no voice! I was mute! I could not raise a single objection.”
“You could have refused.”
“Refused mistress! You kept me locked up in this flat. Treated me as a slave.” Ashly was working herself up into a frenzy, stalking the flat waving angrily at the kitchen and lounge where she did so much work. “And my only space was a single camp cot.” She barked angrily bursting open the door to the spare room to stand silent.
The room was looked similar. But where the camp cot stood now was simply a pile of dirty laundry and some bags.
“You’ve got rid of my place already?”
“It was no longer needed and took up room.” The woman spoke, unsure of what was happening. Unsure of what Ashly was going to do.
“You mean this week meant nothing? That this was just some minor joke to you? That you can fool around within someone without a care in the world about what you are doing?”
“No.” The woman spoke carefully. “I remember that week fondly, it is good to be on the winning side of a dare. I know I did nothing wrong in that I did not force you to do anything nor any physical abuse. I have simply put things away as I just did not believe we would knowingly meet again. After all our exact identities were meant to remain secret.”
“Put things away?” Ashly kicked the pile of laundry. “One thing I did learn as your maid is your house keeping is atrocious.” Taking a deep breath. “You think that just because you did not force yourself on me, or hit me, that makes you an angel? That somehow everything is okay!”
“No.” She replied carefully, faced with the clearly emotional woman.
“You did not remember that week fondly. Already you have forgotten about me.” Ashley could feel her eyes filling up with tears.
“I’m sorry.” The woman hesitated. “I’m unsure what you are trying to say.”
“That whole week, when you kept saying how good I was, all the rewards you gave me. You recognized me as someone to love and look after. That last night I gave you everything I had and the very next day you throw me away!”
The woman took a hesitant step forward to comfort the distressed cheerleader.
“I’m sorry.” She spoke and carefully lightly rested a hand on Ashly’s shoulder. “I did what we were told to do. To drop you off at the mall and leave you before you were changed back. They said it would be best this way. I am sorry you are upset.”
“All my life I have had to look out for myself. Everyone looking to cheat me. Even my friends would steal my boyfriends, my homework. I learnt I could trust no one. And then. And then.” She sobbed. “I finally find a place where I don’t have to worry. That I have someone who looks after me, rewards me for good things, didn’t shout when I spilt the milk, does not try and take from me. On that last night, I gave you everything I had, did my best to make you happy, to make our last night special. And then you abandon and forgot me!”
“That night was special.” Admitted the woman trying to calm Ashly, brushing a lose strand of hair from Ashly’s face. “I remember every bit of it. Every wonderful bit. I just did not believe you would ever come back.”
“Can I?”
“Can you what, sorry?”
“Can I come back?”
“Come back? As my bunny maid?” The woman raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Yes. Yes as your bunny maid, please, may I?” Ashly responded hesitantly, then with growing enthusiasm.
“Are you sure? This is a big decision.”
“Please.” Begged Ashly, going down onto her knees and pressing her head against the woman’s midriff.
“I tell you what. I will meet you at the Venn Machine tonight. If you still want to go through with it we will do it then. No doubt if you want to become my bunny maid again you have some things to sort out.”
With an eager nod of her head, Ashly practically skipped out of the flat, leaving behind the bemused woman.
###
“Are you sure she will turn up?” Megan asked of her colleague.
“Possibly. She seemed really into it when we spoke at my flat, but then again she was very emotional. I thought it would be good to give her some time to reflect on this. I would hate my bunny maid to go psychotic on me.”
“Well, when I got your message I was so excited I thought of some improvements to the bunny maid design.”
“I asked you to design me. Being a herm mare was fun, but a week like that was more than enough. I still duck when I see a doorway.”
“Psht. I figured that out. You will like it. Oh, is that her, the one looking lost.”
“That’s her, ah she has seen us.”
The two waited for Ashly to approach them, who stood by the table, looking over her shoulder at the venn machine as she rubbed her hands together.
“I’m ready. All my finances and stuff are in order. Please, I want to be your bunny-maid again.”
Megan looked between Ashly and her friend. “Well, you heard her, let’s get this started. Ashly, I am Megan, I was the one who designed your Bunny body and I am here to help. You will step in first to become that dream bunny person again. After I have venned you your mistress will step in to be changed.”
“You mean.” Ashly’s eyes widened. “You mean you will also change your body for me?” Ashly saw the two nodding heads. “You will become that mare again?” Feeling a tear of happiness forming.
“Not quite.” Laughed Megan, interrupting her friend. “I will change her to bring the best out of that mare, whilst still allowing her to have a normal life. … I mean she was starting to get a phobia of low ceilings.” Megan quickly added seeing the anxiety appearing in Ashley’s eyes. “And then you two can be together for as long as you want. Speaking of which.” Megan pointed to the side of the venn machine at the controls as she led Ashly towards it. “I believe you should pick the length of time.”
Ashly tapped on the screen before looking at her fingers and wiggling them. “Well, I guess that is the last time I will be using you or anything dextrous for a long time.” She giggled.
Megan whistled looking at the display. “Well, you are serious aren’t you. Any savings you have should do well. Please step in Miss Ashly and we will make this happen.”
The booth doors closed and a short time later they reopened. Ashly stepped out, admiring her bunny form. It was similar to her old form, but it seemed Megan had made her even more extreme. Feeling under her enormous bust she even felt a second pair of small boobs. With difficulty she could look down past her bust to see she now had digitigrade feet in a permanent arch rather than the high-heels of old.
“Wow.” Remarked mistress walking up to Ashly. “Megan certainly pushed the boat out for you.” Ashly tried to speak but found , like before, she had no larynx. Something felt odd about her mouth and it was taking longer than expected for her to readjust to her new body. “Now don’t worry.” Calmed mistress, scratching Ashly’s nose which brought an instant spark of delight to her. “I will be out very shortly.” With that she disappeared behind the sliding door of the venn machine.
Ashly waited, background sense of panic started to raise as she felt so alone. The only two people she kind of knew where in the machine and she was outside alone, abandoned, feeling the stares against her outrageous body. Maybe she should have brought some friends after all, but had decided that would have been too risky. She wanted to run and hide, her courage and loyalty to mistress was being tested to the limit.
After what seemed forever, and her nerves frayed to breaking point the door opened and Ashly dashed towards it, colliding with her mistress who was trying to get out. Ashly buried her nose against Mistress’s flesh, drinking in the familiar smell instantly rebuilding her courage and sense of security.
“Miss me?” Smiled mistress looking down at the diminutive bunny. Ashly sighed. She had not liked the human voice of her Mistress and was glad to hear the deeper tones of the mare had returned.
Ashly allowed her to be slowly peeled away from her mistress, looking at her Ashly noticed the mistress had stayed remarkably human. She was taller, stronger, far more voluptuous, but still feminine and human. But that did not matter, she had her mistress back and she would look after her.
“Well what do you think? You still pass for human, but if you liked your stallion junk, I have made it all fully retractable. I have made sure that your bunny maid here is the perfect size to maximise your pleasure, whichever method she uses.
“You hear that little maid?“ mistress enquired. “We are the perfect match. Don’t you love your new body?” Ashly nodded her head enthusiastically, cuddled up against her mistress, enveloped by her smell she felt calm and relaxed as she rested her head against the firm muscles beneath the skin. She did not really care at this moment in time what her mistress was saying she was just delighted be reunited with her. “Okay then.” Continued the mistress petting Ashly on the head and stroking her ears. “Let’s get you home and give you your reward for coming back.”
Ashly nuzzled her mistress in delight and eagerly followed her out the building, ignoring all around her. She only had eyes for her mistress and her heart almost burst with joy thinking of the years ahead.