How many personalities you got in there, hmmm? *winks and snugs*

*snugs back* Squee!

Hopefully enough to keep my stories, and RP, afloat for years to come, with a few leftover for general gaming when the dice get involved.

As far as the extra Bishie Bunnies go, he can be a really tricky character to involve at times. His existence implies a certain amount of magic inherent to the setting, so that's often a barrier. Worse, I love stories that involve characters stumbling into realities they are not quite prepared for. Role-reversal, forced-feminization, and cuckolding, are all good examples of story elements that are hard to work when dealing with a "been there, done that" sort of character. Bishie Bunny (magical) is almost too genre savvy at times, making it difficult to illicit the same response I might get from the more virginal, confused, and utterly in-over-his-head Bishie Bunny (mundane.)

Given I've already established the idea that the bunny can be tied into multiple, parallel stories, it seemed only natural that in one of those stories, he might appear as a completely normal, completely vulnerable bun bun, ready for abuse. ^^

It's cute to see you write such a long answer to a rhetorical question. ;)

Bishiebunny, if I gave you a foot long carrot shape like a cock, what would you do with it...*in detail plz *

Depends on the Bishie you ask...

Bishiebunny, the writer: I'm going to laugh, marvel at oddities of a mother nature who seems to be hard up for some good old' lovin', and then try and figure out a way to preserve it for posterity. Future generations must know what sort of snacks we used to keep our eyes sharp, and our salads, freshly erotic. Most likely I'd take some selfies with it, and some judicious uses of ranch dressing.

Bishiebunny (magical): Having been granted such a sweet gift by a caring friend, I'd slip into something to celebrate the event. Given the season, I think a nice sun dress, a bonnet, pink stockings and nylon gloves are a must. With lips, glossed a pastel, baby blue, I'd slip the carrot between them, slowly and enticingly, making sure you were there to enjoy the show, smiling at you with warm, molten, amber eyes. Finally, with the treat nicely glistening, I'd present it back to you, with a shy curtsy, waiting to see what you might do with it, and the bunny before you.

Bishiebunny (mundane): Are you crazy? Where did you find such a thing? Is this thing even remotely sanitary? Oh god, I touched it! My father is going to kill me! Here, quick, take it back. Ack, nNff! Oh great, just great... I've tripped, dropped the darn thing, and wouldn't you know it would plant itself, upright in the ground, waiting to catch my fall?

Bishiebun (all three), one of my favorite things about you is that luxuriously silkysoft fur, in tandem with a very pretty curvyboy body - and the knowledge that I can shape you at any time into anything I might desire. That freedom meshes well with your adorableness.

The funny thing is, assuming you could shape each of the three Bishie's based on something that would work in our mutual settings, Bishie Bunny (magical) who is arguably the most malleable of the three, would also be the one who has the least to worry, given he'll reset the next day. Those of us Bishies without any magical deadman switches will just have to endure whatever erotic torments or corruptions you devised.

Please be gentle. ;_;

Or, you know, be rough. I hear that's fun too.

Why do you like bunnies :3?

Thematically, bunnies are a wondrous mix of extremes. In a bunny we find something pure, innocent, and vulnerable. But we also find something primal, erotically charged, and endlessly potent. I've always loved comparing and contrasting themes: primal/feral versus civilized, feminine versus masculine, fear versus excited arousal. With a bunny, I'm already half way there, regardless of the setting.

In Bishie's case, I was looking for a totemic animal that could serve as sort of a familiar, one that was loosely associated with magic, but was less aggressive than a black cat, yet more inherently sexual than an owl (no offense to the many sexy owl-characters out there. I've seen a recent pic by Demona that made a bunny squirm.) I wanted something that could appear pure (white, with golden eyes) but also be recognized as something wicked, under the right circumstances. A white rabbit/bunny just fit that mold perfectly.

It also doesn't hurt that they are heavily associated with prey; they're often something to be devoured, both figuratively, and literally.

Long answer but I likes :D~, I see. Well what about night of the Lepus then?

Heh, more partial to the animated Watership Down, or Python's Holy Grail, when looking for terrifying bun buns. ^^

lol well those were dangerous as well xp~.

Questions about magical Bishie:

What did he think of his creator when he was first created and he was her current favorite toy?

How did he become not-hers-anymore? Did he run away, or did she get bored and toss him away? What did he think of her then?

Since you've already told me that the further back one goes the more blurred Bishie's memories become... does he recall anything of her now? Since I think you told me the answer to that is no, does he long to find out more about his origin, or is he simply satisfied now that he's found a place to belong?

Before Bishie had taken his first breath, his creator had stolen it, along with his first kiss. That was how he met her, as both the giver, and taker of life. She was everything, beyond even a Goddess, because she was the extent of his universe. All pleasure and all pain, came from her, and he existed solely on her whim.

It's hard to say whether he loved her or not, because he had no context, no concept that did not flow from her. She was everything, and relative to that, the bunny could only be nothing. She filled him, or so he thought, because there seemed to be no end to her. Given how often she flooded him with her essence, he could only guess that he must be awfully hollow inside.

Later, as he learned more of the multiverse outside his creator's Black tower, he came to realize the truth. He was not the hollow one, and there was no finding fulfillment through her. She was eternal need, the frustrated, the lustful glutton, the unsatisfied; she could never fill him, because she was empty.

Bishie would have stayed with her, regardless, because she created him, and whether she had done so out of selfish need, or capricious whim, he felt he owed her something for that: his eternal life, if nothing else. Only, the more he learned, the less of a life he felt he had, until he feared he would become just another shell in her home, a ready orifice in which to dump biological process, and reap physical pleasure. Worse of all, that was how she already perceived him. Ater all, she had metaphorically sewed the buttons onto his eyes, and because of that, she would always see him as an object, a created thing.

The bunny realized he could not help her, and the longer he stayed, the worse it would become. What she wanted, she could not have, and that was not something his creator handled particularly well. So Bishie left, for both their sakes. For hers, so she might seek her remedy elsewhere, and for his, so he might find his purpose, or at least justification for an existence as anything other than a broken, well-used toy.

Bishie doesn't remember exactly how he left her, only that it had to do with becoming something different than what she wanted. He was tied to her by the gravity of her need. Once he was no longer that thing she felt she needed, he found himself ripped away.

He remembers very little beyond impressions. His memory of those earliest days is more storybook than anything concrete. It changes with the telling. Sometimes, he was with his creator for eons; other times, it was only a matter of weeks. Whatever the case, he could not tell you his creator's face, or her smell, or anything beyond the fact that was a void, and will be so until the universe either fills it, or abhors her like all vacuums.

It's quite possible the bunny is exaggerated, in order to give himself a more compelling story. In either event, he only ever tries to remember out of fear that maybe, one day, she might come for him, and do harm to his new life. It would be awfully selfish of him to bring that harm to their doorsteps, which is part of the reason he wanders. Or he wandered, until he found a home.

What does magical bishie bunny crave over all else?

A home, with all that entails. Some place to belong, with a family (of sorts) that values his contributions beyond their mechanical worth. People who would miss him if he was gone, and who would actively seek out his support when things go awry in their own lives. It's locked tightly into erotic fantasies of being possessed, dominated, leashed, but ultimately, what he wants is to exist, and to be known to exist as a fact, and not just as a matter of convenience.

Now, if we're speaking more in terms of desires, it's probably the simple act of being taken, suddenly and without preamble. Just an immediate, lustful rush that does not ask for permission, or consider consequence. Mix that with a few of his more literal kinks (pantyhose, cuckolding, femdom, Queening/facesitting) and you have a recipe for a happy bun bun.