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                     _What_Bunnies_Are_For_-_Part_8_

        Sammy was resting on the couch when Jamie and Tabby left the
den. Instead of going back towards Tabby's room, they turned towards
the inner passages where only employees went.
        "How can you put up with this?" Jamie said, his voice weak.
        "As I said, for us this is entirely normal. Intellectually I
know that there are other ways to live, but those aren't my ways. I
serve customers because I enjoy it. I bring the ones I like up to my
room because I need affection and they like giving it to me. I know
that, when I die, it will be in ecstasy at the hands of an expert. In
the mean time, I'm cared for. I have a purpose...."
        "STOP IT!" Jamie practically screamed. "You're talking about
it as if it were a way of life! It's not... Dear God, it's slavery!"
        "It's what I was bred for. Bunnies have tried to live free,
like humans. Most came back, insane from the stress, and had to be
euthenized. Two died of heart attacks. One suicided." The bunny laid
her hand gently on the human's shoulder. "Jamie," she cooed, "please
understand and don't be angry. I'm happy here. I'm fed and cared for,
I have a variety of willing lovers, I have the support of my keepers
and my peer group, I have intellectual freedom and what ever else I
need to be happy. Out there, all I'd have is a job and a place to
stay. I couldn't live like that, I'd go mad!"
        "It's not right! To breed someone for slavery...."
        "Jamie, for Tommy's sake, please don't be angry."
        "Tommy?"
        "He's the next person I want you to see. He's a male bunny."

        Tabby clipped a taser to Jamie's belt before they went in.
"The bucks aren't entirely stable," she explained. "He won't try to
hurt you, but you might have to use this if he loses his grip."
        They stood just inside the door. A naked bunny sat on a queen
sized bed. No breasts hid under his fur. His body was straight and
V-shaped, not curved like a woman's. Otherwise he looked like the doe
bunnies; his ears were long and his whole body covered in white fur
except for the palms of his hands. Although he was naked, nothing of
his manhood showed. He looked up as they came in and smiled.
        "Tommy, this is Jamie. I told you about him. He's a lot nicer
than we'd expected. Jamie, Tommy is one of our bucks."
        Tommy stood, but didn't approach; Jamie came and gingerly
offered his hand. The buck's grip was firm. "Pleased to meet you," he
said; his voice was pleasing, gentle and sincere.
        "Likewise," Jamie replied. "I didn't see you serving below.
What do you do around here?"
        The buck looked away. "I wait a lot," he said, sadly. "I do
serve in the private function rooms sometimes when we have a party of
women. Mostly I wait for the occasional woman who wants a bunny."
        "That's all you do?"
        Tommy nodded. "The rest of the time I'm alone."
        "Don't you go to the den with the other bunnies?"
        "I can't," he replied. "Uh... could we talk about something
else for a while? I'm... I don't often get visitors, and the phone
just isn't the same as company. Do you like football...."
        Tommy's face went blank and he stared over Jamie's shoulder.
When he turned, he saw that it was Tabby approaching. "I'm going to
wait outside for a few minutes," she told Jamie, kissed his cheek and
patted Tommy's, then hurried out. When Jamie looked back, the buck
was shaking.
        "What's wrong?" he said.
        "...please...." Tommy murmured. He moved a hand to his mound;
Jamie watched as seven inches of rabbithood rose to meet him.
        "Um, maybe I...."
        "Please?" His eyes pleading, Tommy put a hand to Jamie's arm
and held it. "It hurts," he begged. "Please, I don't want to.... but
it hurts, Jamie, please, I have to! Please, don't make me hurt!"
        Jamie swallowed. "What do you want?" he said, nervously.
        The buck gently took him in an embrace. His penis rubbed
against the fabric of the man's trousers. "No!" Jamie exclaimed.
        "I'm sorry," Tommy sobbed. "I have to, it hurts...."
        He made the human turn, put his arms around the man's waist,
quickly undid his belt buckle, pulled the trousers away. Jamie tried
to pull free, but the buck in his mania was too strong. Soon the
shorts had fallen to Mullens' ankles, too.
        "Forgive me," the rabbit sobbed, still holding his victim by
the waist. "Forgive me," as one furry hand went to the butt cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it," as warmth and moisture pressed against,
then into Jamie's back passage. Jamie reflexively bent over. The warm
firmness eased into him as the bunny sobbed, again and again. He bent
further and grabbed his belt. The taser was still there. He pressed
it into the bunny's leg. Tommy screamed and flailed; he still held
Jamie to him and they both went down. The man found the bunny's upper
thigh with the taser. A short cry; something warm spurted into him;
the bunny released him and held his own waist. Jamie struggled to his
feet, still bent over his assailant. He held the taser into Tommy's
solar plexus. He shocked the rabbit's chest and face. Then, shaking
badly, he pulled his shorts and trousers up and fled.
        "I'm sorry," Tommy moaned, as Jamie ran.

                            (continued)

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