Alfred “The Jackhammer” Smith was well known throughout his hometown in Ambermill, Connecticut as one of the state’s best MMA fighters. The more fame he gained from his victories at the MMA tournaments, the more women flock to the pretty-boy fighter. Alfred has earned several sponsorship offers and chances to enter the big time official fighting tournaments. Little by little, his ego changed his personality from being humble, kind, and loving to pretentious, conceited, and egocentric. He spent less time with his beloved girlfriend and more with the crowd and women (as he would quote to them) who would want a piece of his “Jackhammer”. The friends who supported him from the very beginning were rejected being as nothing more than stepping stones to his success as he welcomed the wealthier, high profiled citizens into his life. One would say he became a typical “popufur” who sold his soul to the media, disremembering where he came from.
His girlfriend, Sandra caught him having an affair with one of her best friends one night, but Alfred did not show any remorse over what he did. Eventually, the couple broke up, but things didn’t end there. Alfred was determined to stay with Sandra despite the supermodel-like women he had affairs with. Their verbal arguments turned physical on Alfred's part as he would beat her like she was an opponent in the fighting ring. Placing a restraint order against Alfred did not stop him from invading her home. One night, he stormed into her house drunk and forced his self upon her. He was arrested the next day on rape charges and violation of his restraint order. However, since Alfred has enough pull to even bribe the right police staff to work in his favor, he was released from jail the next day and the case was swept under the rug.
Once Sandra heard of Alfred’s release, she immediately contacted Gun Bunny for absolute justice. After all, Sandra has heard Gun Bunny’s name here and there on the streets through mafia members, gangs, and even regular law-abiding citizens who think of her as more of an avenging assassin than a vicious killer. “Could this killer really do some harm to this guy? He is a fighter after all…” Sandra thought as she dialed for Gun Bunny’s business mobile-phone. She didn’t want to kill Alfred, only some damage that will make him regret the things he has done to her in an anonymous fashion. Sandra couldn't picture herself being responsible for causing someone's death despite how wrong the perpetrator is.
Jamie answered her phone while cleaning one of her Uzis she used from a previous assassination job. She uses her blue-tooth headphones so she could be hands-free and her maintenance on the firearms remains uninterrupted. The assassination appointment was set up as usual: meet Gun Bunny in “Condemned City” (in Heikwoods, Florida), give the details and information on her target, set up the next meeting for payment up front before going on the manhunt. The information Sandra provided suggested that Alfred can be easily found sparring for his next bout at his favorite gymnasium in the downtown district of Amberville. Sandra didn’t care what Gun Bunny do to her ex-boyfriend, just as long as she doesn’t kill him. Jamie explained that there is no guarantee that he will survive when she get ahold of him, but she will do what she can to give him something to remember.
The lapine assassin drove from her home town to pay for a room at a four-star suite. It was categorically a room big enough to be mistaken for an apartment and adequate for Jamie to plan her operation and prepare the possible firearms that might be needed for the job in case she cannot get to Alfred so easily. She remembered from what Sandra told her that Alfred has an affinity for women who look like models. So therefore, getting access to meet him up close and personal will be effortless to Jamie. She looked up the next fight date and location Alfred will be attending and sets that date as the deadline for her to get near the MMA fighter. Her intent is to have his name on the headlines for Sandra to read as proof that the job was a success and that the media would post it as one of the top stories as if to say, “Alfred “The Jackhammer was severely injured days before his fight in the ring…”
She headed to Alfred’s sparring gym to meet him in person wearing a tight-fitting sporting outfit that distracted even the coaches who were training their athletes for whatever sporting event. She played acting like she was into boxing punching the tall punching bag that hangs on a low pillar. Alfred’s attention span was instantaneously focused on the well-endowed white and pinkish hued rabbit. He called for a break from his sparring session and walked up to Jamie with sure confidence as he briefly cracked his neck and made his pecs jump. He leaned up against the pillar of the punching bag, crosses his arms to make his pecs stand out even more, and gives her a compliment on her form. “…So you box for a living? Your stance and form is amazing. I bet you could knock me out if I asked to spar with you!” Jamie giggled (in a fake, nearly sarcastic manner obviously) as she willingly accepted his offer. She said, “But if we’re to spar…” She walks a little closer to the athletic mule, “I’d rather do it here… alone with you.” She runs her finger up and down Alfred’s pecs as he began flexing them for her. “Sooo- this is our date?” He brushes his hand along her toned arm while looking her in the eyes. Jamie replied, “If that’s what you want- but you’ll have to um-“, She pauses for a moment, looking away smiling shyly, then looks back into Alfred’s ice blue eyes, “Win me over in the ring. Then I’ll consider it a date- deal?” Alfred smirked as he accepted her challenge. Jamie insisted that he get the keys to the gym so they could spar at eleven p.m. Therefore, the town and residence will be quiet, closed for business, and most likely asleep. “What is your name?” he asked. Jamie replied with her casual nickname, “Fluffy…” She seductively giggles, “…Because I am a bit fluffy in the right places, but it’s not fur that make it so.” She winks as she turned around focusing her attention on the punching bag. Alfred walk up behind Jamie very close having his pelvis rubbing up against the assassin’s voluptuous buttocks. “Maybe I can give you some boxing lessons so you can one day become a champion like me, yeah?” Jamie bumps her buttocks back to push Alfred away, “I’m fine thank you.” She briefly looks back at him with a smirk and begins punching the bag. “Indeed you are, Miss Fluffy… Indeed you are…”
Alfred arrived at the gym fifteen minutes prior to their appointed time to prepare himself for the so-called sparring date. He shuts the two security cameras off so his meeting would be very private with the southern bunny belle. He enters the fenced ring shadow boxing hoping that Jamie would see him practicing upon entering the closed gym. Right on time, Jamie arrives in her sweat suit attire ready to spar. “You ready to lose?” Jamie said with a friendly sarcasm. Alfred walk up to Jamie giving her a hug and then talk like the ref, “Alright, I want this to be a clean fight, no punching below the belt and no kicking. Touch gloves-“, He takes Jamie’s hand and kisses it in a gentlemanly fashion, “Let’s get this show on the road.” The two go at it for a moment as Jamie put no effort into her part of fighting, making it seem as if Alfred was winning.
Just as the two approached each other to exchange jabs, Jamie clenched onto the built mule as if she was tired. The two paused for a moment heavily breathing on each other while briefly looking into each other’s eyes in silence. Alfred embraced Jamie by her curvaceous hips and made an attempt to kiss her, but Jamie lightly tapped him in the mouth with her fist, “Hehe! I wiiiin~!” Alfred playfully fell on his back as if he was knocked out as Jamie mounted herself to pin him down. She leaned in close to his muzzle and whispered, “Close your eyes and wait for me to give you a surprise” Without saying a word, the mule closed his eyes as tight as he could, eager to see what Jamie had in store for him. Jamie quickly ran to a dark corner where her gym bag was placed earlier today to change into her kid self with fitting clothes. Before morphing into her child form, she looks on at Alfred ensuring he doesn’t peek as he kept asking if it’s ok to open his eyes now. Jamie reenters the cage with a spike in hand and mounts herself on Alfred again. She rubs her hand in between his legs as he began to get a hard on asking if he can open his eyes again. However, something didn’t feel right to Alfred… Jamie felt rather lighter than before. Disregarding Jamie’s request, he slowly opened his eyes to see a kid bunny over him with a long spike in hand aimed to pierce his "invaluable and irreplaceable property". Before he could even move his arms to shove the kid structured Jamie off him, the spike was already in a swift motion en route...

What’s the outcome? To make a short story shorter, let’s just say- Alfred didn’t make it to the next scheduled bout and the news headline about him grabbed Sandra’s attention bringing relief and closure on her part. She was happy to realize that Jamie did her part as promised, but she most certainly doesn’t want to know what cringe-worthy things she might have done to him. Alfred is alive and well… with a second hole in his dick. He couldn’t properly identify the child bunny and the model bunny to the authorities since he only knew her as, “Fluffy” amid the broad description. Jamie had already confiscated and destroyed all video footage in the gym which had her identity exposed earlier that day. Alfred is forever scarred thus developing a fear of approaching (or even talking to) sexy women such as Jamie… or even female bunnies in general. His lesson is surely learned.