Bunny-Girls can get into all kinds of trouble if left alone.
Oh, you didn’t know? You thought they were all soft fluff and little button noses? Don’t let those sweet puffball tails fool you: an unsupervised Bunny-Girl is a bored and mischievous one.
Nicole, unfortunately, didn’t know this. She thought her Bunny-Girl would be just fine while she ran down to the shops. But Lala was a bad bunny. A very, very bad bunny. Nicole came back to the apartment to find her favorite house plant, Mr. Prickles, knocked from his perch on the windowsill, soil spilled across the floor.
Lala was mysteriously no where to be found. Nicole set down her shopping bags – a good chilled Rose and cheeses for their evening together. She tapped her foot, frowning as she entered the bedroom. Lala had been laying there on the bed when she’d left – wearing only her soft white bra and panties, bunny ears flopping as she danced her head back and forth, kicking her bare feet to the music playing on her phone, little pink toenails flashing. Lala wasn’t there now, but her iPhone and open Vogue magazine still was. She couldn’t have gone far…not far at all…
“Lala,” Nicole said sweetly. “Where are you?” Poor Mr. Prickles could have simply been an accident after all. But Nicole knew how much Lala loved running through the halls in her apartment and then skidding on socks or a rag across the waxed wooden floorboards. Nicole had warned her about it before, after Lala had slid right into Nicole’s nightstand and knocked her phone to the floor, resulting in a broken screen.
There was a shuffling sound, and a little squeak. Nicole sighed, walked to the bed, and knelt down for a peek underneath. Lala was laying there on her belly, squished beneath the boxspring, bunny ears covered in dust. She tried to smile up at Nicole’s frowning face, but a sneezing fit overtook her instead.
“Come out of there!” Nicole scolded, half-dragging her girlfriend from under the bed. Lala giggled, and two more sneezes wracked her before she blearily opened her eyes and said shyly, “Welcome home, Nicki!”
“What were you under there for?” Nicole frowned as she helped Lala up, fluffing dust from her body. Then she noticed something: Lala had put her socks back on.
“Lost my earring,” Lala said. “Had to crawl under and-”
“You were running around the house weren’t you?” Nicole said, staring at her socks. “You were sliding around on the floors like I told you not to, weren’t you?”
Lala’s feet shuffled and her cheeks blushed brightly pink. “No…n-no…I wasn’t…”
“Oh, really?” Nicole folded her arms. “Why are your socks on?”
“Feet got cold,” Lala said quickly. She danced a little back and forth, exactly the kind of cute thing that she knew Nicole would be distracted by. But her girlfriend held firm.
After all, Mr. Prickles death had to avenged.
“It’s warm,” Nicole said flatly. “You were sliding around the house, even though I told you not to, and you crashed into Mr. Prickles didn’t you?”
“Noooo,” Lala shook her head and her bunny ears flapped. Her wide green eyes gave away her lie: she couldn’t meet Nicole’s gaze.
Nicole smirked. She knew exactly how to make a naughty bunny admit her dastardly deeds.
“If you say so.” She wrapped her arms around Lala, hugging her tightly before holding her at arms length and examining her. “Hmmm…you don’t have your tail in yet, babe. Shouldn’t we fix that?”
Lala blush deepened. “Oh…my tail…yeah…” Nicole went to their bedside drawer, withdrawing Lala’s fluffy white bunnytail, attached to the end of a bulb-like buttplug. Taking that and the lube, she linked her free hand with Lala’s and led her from the bedroom.
“I got Rose for us, and that cheese you like,” she said “But…I think I have a little appetite for something else first.”
“Oh yeah?” Lala’s voice was nervous. She was surprised Nicole had dropped her anger about Mr. Prickles so easily. That cactus was the oldest houseplant she’d ever managed to keep alive. But she followed her to the kitchen without a fuss and leaned against the counter as Nicole got out the wine and cheese. She uncorked the wine, poured a little into two glasses and handed one to Lala. The bunnytail plug and lube sat close by, a promise of Nicole’s much more sinister plot yet to come.
“To a fun evening,” Nicole held up her glass in a toast. Her eyes lingered on Lala over the rim as they sipped, and when she was done she set the glass slowly to the side.
“I know you lied to me, Lala,” she said, sauntering over. Lala’s eyes darted about, her bunny ears trembling. Nicole took her face in her hands, leaned down and kissed her soft lips. It only took seconds for Lala to melt into her. Nicole’s tongue caressed around her mouth, and she sucked gently on at Lala’s lower lip as she pulled away. Lala blinked weakly, her face still held in Nicole’s hands. Her girlfriend watched her expectantly, then said, “I know you lied, and I know you disobeyed. You were running around the house and knocked down Mr. Prickles.”
Lala whimpered. Admission was on the tip of her tongue but…she was in too deep. She couldn’t just admit to lying. So she bit her lip, and shook her head. Nicole chuckled.
“It’s alright if you’re not ready to admit it yet. But you’ll be crying to admit it before I’m done with you.”
Lala’s heart quickened. Nicole gripped her arms and pressed her back against the counter. She reached around and picked up Lala’s wine glass, raised it up and held it to the Bunny-Girl’s lips.
“Drink,” she said softly.
Lala sipped, the Rose tingling over her tongue. Before she could even swallow, Nicole kissed her again, deeper this time. The wine cascaded between their mouths, bright and sweet as Nicole’s fingers tangled in Lala’s hair, pulling her head back and making the girl even smaller beneath her.
Lala was breathless when the two pulled apart. Perhaps she would be good, just admit it, apologize…
But Nicole grinned, the smile wicked. “Turn around,” she said. “Bend over the counter.”
Lala obeyed, wide-eyed as she watched Nicole retrieve the bunnytail and lube. Nicole came up beside her, and took a moment just to observe Lala’s panty-clad backside bent so enticingly over the countertop. The panties were small, lacey at the edges where the Bunny-Girl’s cheeks peeked out. Irresistable…
Lala yelped as Nicole landed a sharp spank across her cheeks, hard enough to leave a red-imprint of her hand behind. Lala would have bolted upright too, if Nicole hadn’t placed a hand against her back and said firmly. “Stay in position. We’re only just getting started.”
“Nicki, pleeeeease,” Lala whined, stomping her feet. Another sharp spank gave her a clear answer.
“It’s Mistress, bunny,” Nicole said. Her fingers hooked around Lala’s panties and yanked them down, leaving them around the girl’s ankles. “Address me correctly if you want me to be at all forgiving when you finally admit what you’ve done.”
Lala bit down on her lip, harder than before, but remained in position, bent over the counter as Nicole slowly caressed her ass. She gripped Lala’s cheeks, spreading them, and chuckled as the girl whimpered and bowed her head further. “Aww, are you embarrassed, bunny?” Nicole cooed. “Embarrassed for me to be spreading your ass apart like this?”
“Y-yes -” Lala sucked in her breath as Nicole’s tongue slid between her cheeks, an irresistibly sinful sensation as she began to rim her tight puckered hole. Nicole chuckled as Lala began to moan, her tongue probing where Lala’s tail would soon fill.
“You look so cute with your tail,” Nicole said, pulling back to squeeze a thick coating of lube on the tail-plug. “It’s even cuter because I know that the whole time its inside you, it feels so tight and full for you. Isn’t that right, bunny?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lala bent a little lower, the pleasure of Nicole’s tongue having caused her pussy to heat and her desire to heighten. “Stuff me please, Mistress?” She looked back at Nicole over her shoulder, eyes bright, pouting sweetly. Nicole leaned over her back, and slipped pressed a finger inside her ass in the same movement. Lala shuddered, gasping gently as her girlfriend probed her.
“Oh, I’ll stuff you, sweet girl,” Nicole said, her voice dark in Lala’s ear. “But once you’re stuffed, I’m going to punish you for lying. I’m going to make your ass so pretty and pink, and then your pussy will get punished too.” Lala shivered again as Nicole pulled her head back, fingers tangled tightly in her hair, and pressed a second finger inside her. The stretch was tight – but not as tight as the plug would be.
“Ready to admit you lied?” Nicole whispered. Lala just shook her head. The promise of impending punishment was too delicious a prospect to cut it short – she had no doubt Nicole would fuck the truth out of her, but she intended to endure every pleasurable torturous moment until then.
“Such a bratty bunny,” Nicole chided, scissoring her fingers so Lala’s hole stretched and the Bunny-Girl moaned beneath her. “Even though I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.” She kissed down Lala’s back, watching as goosebumps appeared over her girlfriend’s skin. She withdrew her fingers and took up the plug, keeping her opposite hand still firmly holding Lala’s hair. She pressed the slick plug against her hole, grinning as Lala’s breath quickened and shook. The plug slowly slid in, Lala’s ass stretching beautifully to receive it. Once it had popped fully inside, Nicole’s cute Bunny-Girl appeared to have a tail just as good as any other bunny.
“Your butt looks even cuter with that little fluffball,” Nicole said, standing back just to admire the sight. She took her time to fetch her wine glass and have another sip, watching Lala’s face as she did. The girl’s eyes were fixated on her: wide, full of lust, waiting. So Nicole went to the fridge, and unveiled the next part of her diabolical scheme.
“Bunnies like carrots, don’t they?” she said, withdrawing a bag of long, thick carrots from the fridge. Lala’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, but she remained obediently bent over the counter as Nicole carefully washed and scrubbed down two of the carrots.
“I can’t have you being too loud while you’re punished, bunny,” Nicole said. “What on earth will the neighbors think if they hear you squealing?” She smiled, set aside one of the carrots, and held up the other toward Lala. “Open your mouth and hold this there.”
Lala did as she was told but whimpered as she did. She bit down onto the carrot just hard enough to keep it in place, an effective gag in her mouth. She began to salivate the moment the carrot’s sweet juices hit her tongue and knew she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from drooling soon.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, bunny,” Nicole said, her hand caressing over the already fading red mark from the slap she’d given Lala earlier. “You shouldn’t be disobeying your Mistress. You shouldn’t be lying to your Mistress.” She slapped her palm down sharply, and Lala’s ass bounced under the impact. A little whimper choked out of her as Nicole followed up with four more spanks in rapid succession, alternating between cheeks, leaving a lovely rosiness across her girlfriend’s skin. Lala stomped her feet and her bunny ears flopped about, but she remained bent over the counter. Nicole paused and rubbed her hand over her rosy flesh, savoring every little whimper and gasp from her bunny’s mouth as her tenderness was stimulated.
“I hope you’re learning to be good,” Nicole said, and Lala nodded rapidly in agreement, unable to speak. Nicole spanked her again, with more force behind her slaps this time. She didn’t pause, instead maintaining a steady rhythm of spanks to each cheek until Lala began to squeal, her feet shuffling and stomping from the sting, drool beginning to drip down her chin from her carrot gag.
“Such a pretty red bottom you have now, bunny,” Nicole said, giving Lala’s tail-plug a little tug. “By the looks of your pussy, it seems you might have enjoyed that a little too much. Such a naughty girl that even being punished gets you wet?”
Lala couldn’t deny it. “Mm-hm,” she whined around the carrot, nodding as she looked back at Nicole and poked out her bottom pleadingly. She wanted more spanks, more touching, more anything. Anything to ease her growing desire. Nicole laughed and leaned over her again, planting a slow kiss on her neck.
“So, did you break Mr. Prickles, bunny?” she said, nuzzling her mouth beneath Lala’s ear, her breath sending shivers down the girl’s back.
“Mm-hmmm,” Lala whined again, grinding her hips back against Nicole, her spanked skin stinging as it encountered Nicole’s jeans. Nicole let her move, chuckling at her desperation.
“Aww, what a good bunny,” she said. “Finally telling the truth. I guess I should reward you.”
Lala nodded eagerly, moving her hips demandingly until Nicole gripped her and forced her still. “You’ll get your reward, bunny,” she said. “But on my terms. I still want to see you squirm. Let go.” She took the carrot from Lala’s mouth, allowing the girl to immediately launch into a string of begging.
“Please, pleeeaaase reward me Mistress,” she said. “Please! I’ve been good, I admitted it-”
“Oh no, no, no,” Nicole said quickly, setting aside the bitten carrot and picking up the second, clean one. “You haven’t been good. You’ve been naughty, and have only just done a good thing by admitting your wrongs.”
Lala jumped as the cold, smooth tip of the carrot began to tease at her pussy, and she realized just how Nicole intended to continue tormenting her. Redness flushed over her face as she couldn’t help but wiggle, hopeful to feel herself filled even if it was humiliatingly by a vegetable. Nicole continued to slowly tease, moving the tip so that it flicked over Lala’s clit.
“Do you want this, bunny?” she said softly. “Beg for it.”
“Please fuck me Mistress,” Lala whimpered. “Please, please, please, I’ll be a good bunny, I won’t lie anymore, I’m sorry about Mr. Prickles, I promise I’ll be good, please, pl- ahhhhh…”
The carrot slid inside, filling her slowly, her needy pussy shuddering from even the slowest of stimulation. Nicole slid it all the way out, and back in, again and again as Lala began to pant.
“I don’t think you can cum from this, bunny,” Nicole taunted. “You’ll just get more and more turned on until I decide to give you release.” She twisted the carrot inside her, pausing in her thrusts. Lala began to press herself back against it, up and down, desperate to continue riding even the barest wave of pleasure. “Awww, such a desperate girl. So pathetic you’ll fuck yourself on a carrot just to try to cum? Show me how badly you want it, come on, you can do better than that!”
Lala increased her pace, but the stimulation was not enough: it only kept her wet, her muscles tensing with the need for more. As she moved, Nicole gave her ass two more sharp spanks, enough to make her yelp aloud but barely break her rhythm. Nicole leaned over her back, taunting her in a low voice, “Does my desperate little bunny want to cum so very badly? I know you wish it was my fingers inside you and my mouth on your clit, but instead you get a plugged ass and carrot up your cunt. That’s what happens to naughty bunnies isn’t it? And you’re not going to be a naughty bunny anymore?”
“I’ll be a good bunny, Mistress! I will, I promise, I’ll be good! Please let me cum, please, I’ll be so good for you!”
“I get to cum first, bunny,” Nicole said, her voice growing rougher with need the longer she watched her Bunny-Girl so desperate. She withdrew the carrot, unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off as Lala rested panting against the counter. Nicole guided her back, and onto her knees. Lala gazed up at her with wide, lust-glazed eyes, her mouth already open and eager. Nicole caressed her cheek, smiling at the sight.
“What a good bunny indeed,” she said. “Are you going to make me feel good?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Lala was practically bouncing with eagerness. “May I touch myself while I pleasure you, Mistress? Please, please?”
“You may. But you’re not allowed to make yourself cum: that’s my privilege.”
Lala reached down, her fingers stroking over her clit as she leaned upward and slid her tongue between Nicole’s labia and back again, taking in every delicious taste. Nicole gasped softly, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as her bunny happily went to work: long precision strokes with her tongue first, before she closed her mouth over Nicole and began to gently suck, flicking her tongue over her clit. Nicole grasped the back of her head, encouraging Lala as she suckled and licked along every fold.
“You’re doing such a good job for me, bunny,” Nicole’s voice hitched as she spoke, her breathing deepening with every stroke of Lala’s tongue. Seeing her Mistress’s pleasure, the Bunny-Girl sucked and licked with even more enthusiasm. She teased at her Mistress’s entrance, probing before focusing her attentions on her clit. All the while she touched herself, struggling to balance her mounting pleasure without slipping into orgasm. If she could just make her Mistress cum, she knew she would be rewarded. The thought made her moan, and sensation of the vibrations made Nicole’s legs tremble.
“You’re doing so good,” Nicole gasped, gripping Lala’s hair roughly, her grip tightening as her pleasure mounted. “Keep going…you’re gonna make me cum…”
Seeing the pleasure on Nicole’s face as she gazed up at her made Lala shiver, and forced her to slow her own stimulation before she became overwhelmed. She swirled her tongue, sucking and lapping as Nicole tensed and cried out, shuddering over Lala’s tongue. She pulled Lala’s head back and captured her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, hands caressing over the Bunny-Girl’s body, squeezing her breasts and then slipping down between her legs, plunging into the wetness there.
“Lay back,” Nicole ordered, and Lala was happy to comply. Nicole moved two fingers inside her, stroking deep, fingers gliding over every sensitive inch within. She lowered her head, and her tongue flicked wickedly over Lala’s clit. “Ready for your reward, bunny?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Lala answered breathlessly, any remaining ability to form words quickly fleeing as Nicole’s mouth closed over her. Her hands grasped at nothing, slipping across the wooden floor as Nicole’s tongue nursed waves of pleasure from deep within, her mouth and fingers working in unison, stroking inside while her tongue caressed over her flesh. Lala squirmed, unable to resist, and Nicole’s fingers slipped from within her so that her hands could grip her hips, pulling her up, arching her back just enough so that the pleasure deepened and her muscles began to tense.
“Mistress, please…” Lala dissolved into helpless moans, her fingers trembling over Nicole’s hands where they dug into her hips. “Please…”
“Please what, bunny?” Nicole said, grinning wickedly from between her legs.
“Please…please…you’re gonna make me cum…feels so good…” Nicole kept her eyes fixed upon her as her mouth went down again, sliding slickly over her again and again, every movement like a crescendo building. Her legs shook, her thighs squeezing desperately around Nicole’s head, who was relentless to stop until Lala cried out, melting into the overwhelming pleasure.
“Do you think Mr. Prickles will make it?”
“He’s survived this long, and I’m a terrible plant parent. I don’t think a little tumble will kill him now that he’s back in the dirt.”
Lala snuggled close to Nicole on the couch, taking another sip of her Rose. Her body felt limp, exhausted – but still tingling with the afterglow. Nicole was toying with her ears in between kisses on her head.
“Do you forgive me for lying, Nikki?” Lala asked softly.
Nicole chuckled. “Of course I do. You’re a terrible liar anyway, you know you can’t fool me. You’re just a brat.”
Lala snuggled close, squishing her face against her girlfriend’s chest.”I love you, Mistress.”
Nicole gave her ears a little tug. “I love you too, bunny.”
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