I somehow managed to screw up the same way twice in a row? So this one doesn’t have a picture either. But after this I get my shit straightened out and they should all have pictures.

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She’d tried the bunny ears on as a lark. It was some kind of promotion, free ears to advertise some cell phone company or ISP or something of the sort–the mall kiosk had a very silly name but that seemed to be what it was about. She thought it would be funny, so at her friends’ urging, she put them on.

They need to wear ears too, she thought. So, smiling and laughing, she pushed pairs of ears into her friends’ hands. Once all of them wore the ears, they walked back to the parking lot.

Get into the van, they all thought in unison, and now, slightly confused, they climbed into the back of a white unmarked van. Wait here, they all thought, so they did.

Soon after they were joined by a handful of other women, and then the door was closed. Sleep, they thought, and sank to the floor.

She woke somewhere else. She had the feeling that she’d been doing a lot of thinking in her sleep, which made no sense, but a moment later her thoughts filled with static and she smiled. When the thought came, she knelt invitingly on the bed, naked except her ears, empty of any thoughts but the ones entering through the receiver antenna hidden in her ears.

One more happy, naked, empty drone for the Bunnygirl Network.

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For a moment, she was confused. What was she doing here? Where had she been a moment before?

Then she saw Him, and all confusion vanished. None of her questions were answered, but she no longer cared. All that mattered was serving him, pleasing him… she was a Pleasure Bunny, and pleasure was the only purpose she needed.

She didn’t remember the previous Him, or the Her before that, or any of the countless Hera, Hims, and Thems who had paid her Owner for the pleasure she could provide. Didn’t remember her Owner capturing her, or her struggles as the ears were placed on her head. Didn’t remember the slight squeezing as the banned locked in place, or how perversely good it felt as her thoughts shut down one by one, priming her brain to receive orders through the antennae hidden in the ears.

None of that remained. When she was active and receiving the signal, there was only pleasure, pleasure to be given and the pleasure of giving. And when there was no signal, there was no Pleasure Bunny… there was no one at all.