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                     _What_Bunnies_Are_For_-_Part_11_

        "Where to now?" Jamie asked Tabby.
        "Back to my room, so that we can talk. You've seen a lot
tonight, Jamie. What did you think of it all?"
        "I can't..." Jamie muttered, holding his head. "It's inhuman,
I can't let this go on!"
        "What choice do you have?" the bunny replied. "The mansion is
private property. So am I, so are the other bunnies, and the wolves,
and Sherri. What can you do?"
        "There's plenty we can do," Mullens replied. "The union has
always been on the worker's side."
        "But we're not workers, Jamie, were machinery."
        Jamie stopped in his tracks. "Stop saying that! You're not,
you're a lot more than.... Well, that's the problem! You're machinery
because it's convenient for the company. What you do... well, that's
what workers do, so you're really workers. We just have to convince
the courts...."
        "You mean your union, Jamie?"
        "Well of course! They've been complaining that furries are
taking jobs from people. If I can just convince them that you _are_
people... Well, that's the whole.... Dammit, why are you laughing?"
        "I'm happy, Jamie!" Tabby replied. "We bunnies giggle a lot
when we're happy. It won't be easy, you know. Your fellow wobblies
aren't going to want to hear that we're not evil, just workers like
them. They've put a lot of emotional sweat into hating us."
        "Well then, I'll just have to...."
        "PSST! Tabby!" came a voice from around the corner. A wolf
morph's muzzle emerged part way. Tabby went and stood next to it,
listened while it whispered. Her face showed fear, then determination.
She hissed something back to the wolf, who nodded and disappeared.
Tabby took Jamie's arm and lead him around a corner in the opposite
direction. She opened a broom closet door and ushered him inside.
        "What's going on?" the human demanded.
        "The management is looking for me. They probably suspect I'm
doing something with you that they didn't plan. I have to tell you
one last thing, then you're going to have to kiss me whether you feel
like it or not."
        "But what...."
        "If they open this door, they have to believe we're having
sex, as a customer and a bunny usually would. Jamie, did you wonder
why the mansion makes tapes of bunnies being euthenized like that?"
        "Um... so that you'd know, or maybe for their records.... ?"
        The bunny turned at a sound only she could hear, but the
human quickly heard the approaching footsteps, too.
        "They sell them, Jamie, as snuff films. Now, quickly...."
        Tabby quickly wrapped her arms around Jamie's waist and
shoulder and drew him to her with surprising strength. Their lips met
and pressed; Jamie opened his mouth to gasp, quickly found a warm,
sweet bunny mouth sealing it closed. Her tongue touched, caressed his
own. He found himself sucking it in further as he tried to breath.
Her scent this close was different, warmer, inviting. He felt heat
growing in his loins, felt himself rise, press into her tummy fur.
Tabby continued to explore his mouth, stroke his ears, encourage. He
held her close, unsure what to do next.
        Then the door opened and he saw human faces close up for the
first time in hours. There were three of them. They all wore mirror
shades. They looked very unhappy.

        "I have no idea what you're talking about," Jamie said.
"Tabby and I were... fucking. I... I like small spaces." But even to
him the swear word sounded unaccustomed and the lie improbable.
        The man behind the desk in his immaculate, dark suit looked
askance at Jamie. Without a word, he pointed a remote at a console
behind the unionist and pushed a few buttons. Jamie heard his own
voice and Tabby's. He turned; the scene was inside the bunny's room,
the camera must have been in the grill above her door. It was their
first conversation. A press of another button; there they were in
Tommy's room. Another button; Sherri was baring her back again.
        Jamie turned back to the man behind the desk. "I get the
message," he growled. "You know everything we did. So how come you
didn't stop us before?"
        "We didn't know until Marsden... the fellow behind you...
looked over a wolf's shoulder. It seems that some of our staff are
not as loyal as we'd supposed. Tabby's plan was elegantly simple; no
chances trying to alter the record her movements, just make us think
that nothing was happening until they'd been recorded over. Had we
not decided to check up on you, it would have worked."
        "But... if it was so important, you'd have been more careful
than that.... You've done this before!"
        "The bunnies are nearly irresistable, as you discovered in
the closet. We simply put an enemy together with one of them, tape
the proceedings...."
        "Blackmail!"
        The man in the dark suit glared at Jamie; Marsden did
something to the unionist's kidney that left him gasping on the floor
at the foot of the desk. "Yes," the suit said, "blackmail. It's less
than some of our enemies are willing to do. People Not Furries, for
instance, has stooped to murder on several occasions. Did you know
that? But perhaps," he added, "you'd rather know what where Tabatha
is right now."
        The remote rose and again the scene on the console changed.
From the floor, Jamie saw the man with the scars injecting a bunny.

                                (continued)
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