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Feeling Fuzzy
By StickyScribbles/ScapeGoat
Emma tried to twist her head away as the pocket-watch swung gently back and forth. Miles’s mouth spread in a wide, buck toothed smile and he blinked. When he opened his eyes again they were a series of white and black circles shrinking into the pupil, drawing her in. The dark center of his eyes seemed to draw her in like the event horizon of a black hole and she felt herself falling into that dark abyss.
Darkness. All around Emma there was darkness, warm, comforting, but still, darkness. She could hear a roar and a rumble as though all existence was screaming from far away, and then…there was light…and then...a hand.
A hand that seemed bigger than her entire body reached down, gently picking her up by the scruff of her neck. Blinding light washed over Emma and her long, floppy white ears swiveled about, trying to hear all the sounds at once. Her nose twitched as she tried to smell the countless scents permeating the air.
“I’d like to introduce you all to my darling new assistant, Miles the Magnificent!” A woman’s voice called.
Repeatedly, she found herself in comforting darkness, only to be drawn forth for a cheering crowd. With each performance, she knew her part a little bit better, hopped a bit more cutely, or added a little bit more of a flourish to her minor tricks. And each time, she felt the huge hand getting imperceptibly smaller.
She began to truly enjoy the magic of the stage; Taking bites of a carrot while it, she, and an illusionary chainsaw were juggled through the air. Each time the crowd would cheer and crow, smiling and laughing. But even more, she was always there, the food-giver, the caretaker, the woman who was always there to catch her, Veronica.
Emma knew she was different from most other rabbits. They preferred to just eat and sleep, running away whenever they could. But not her. She spent countless nights snuggled up against Veronica in the large vardo that contained all her belongings. Whenever she got the chance, Emma would nudge open the strange tomes that filled the bookshelves, her eyes scanning the strange, shifting symbols.
She knew she was changing, doing things no other rabbit would do, like practicing standing on her hind legs, or crawling into the large top hat to pretend she was wearing it. Even her paws began to change, the pads widening and getting more dexterous. Even her simple squeaks became more expressive with each day, until she could form small words.
Through it all, Veronica smiled and comforted her, all while continuing her shows. But something began to go wrong. People came to the shows less and less, sometimes they would point at Emma and laugh, other times they would throw things.
Veronica was always there to cheer her up when she was sad, to comfort her and stroke her fur. And then, the coughing began.
It started as a small cold one lean winter, but the cough remained, lingering for days, weeks…months. Emma remembered foraging for food and coming back to find Veronica’s brow burning up and traces of blood on her pillowcase.
One day, as she was about to go foraging, Veronica called her over.
“You’re so kind. Be better than them.” She smiled, her body suddenly shaking as a wracking cough took hold of her. “I think this may be my final curtain call.” She said with a weak smile.
Emma begged her not to go, but Veronica smiled. “I’m sorry. My time is up and the next act is ready.” She said, ruffling the soft fur between Emma’s ears. “The show must go on.” Her hand fell away and she was still.
Tears flowed freely from Emma’s eyes as she mourned her master. A gentle glow from the bed drew her attention and she blinked, watching in amazement as a soft white light consumed Veronica’s body. The light separated off into tiny beacons of light that blazed brightly in a kaleidoscope of colors. They lifted through the roof of the vardo, illuminating the moonlit sky in one final show.
When the last of the lights had faded into the heavens, the bed sat empty.
For a while Emma tried to carry on the show, but people were frightened of her; throwing fruit or rocks. No matter how much she tried to improve the show, bigger illusions, more elaborate tricks, more dangerous juggling it didn’t help. If anything, it made people more and more fearful.
And then one day, she lucked out. A huge crowd watching her as she performed feats of prestidigitation. She was feeling so good she didn’t notice the smell of smoke until it was too late. By the time she arrived, the vardo was an inferno, burning into the sky while a trio of children ran away laughing.
As the only home she’d known burnt down before her, Emma could feel her heart grow cold. She eventually found her way to an abandoned village, empty save for wild rabbits. One day she was struck with an epiphany. If she could change, why couldn’t others?
She studied and experimented for ages, getting closer each time, making the rabbits more human like than even she was. Those ignorant villagers had taken everything from her and Veronica, now she would take it all back and more. With careful practice she gave them all the same face as her, the only human he’d ever trust…
Emma blinked awake, her head spinning. She felt dizzy, but good, remarkably good. Something had been wrong, but she couldn’t quite remember what.
“Now, let’s do something about your outfit.” A remarkably handsome rabbit in a very dapper suit offered, eying her up and down.
He snapped his fingers and the purple material of her torso covering body suit began to quiver. The threads unfurled, rejoining and changing shape as well as color. Threads worked their way down her legs, lacing through each other into a pair of long, fishnet leggings that covered her long legs.
Her bodysuit shifted, changing form into a tailed tuxedo, the sleeves of which ended just past her elbows. Some of the fabric split off, sliding down her arms like water to form a pair of large white gloves on her hands that looked like they were made from rabbit fur and gave her the sensation of having large, sensitive, if somewhat clumsy, paws.
Emma felt a strange tingle go through her body as her ears shifted, moving to the top of her head. She moaned as a fluffy cotton tail poked through the seat of the silky black panties she was now wearing. Her hair began to change color, turning from a ginger red, to a shade of cool blue.
When the changes finally stopped, Emma had been transformed into a cute, blue haired bunny girl, albeit with a look that was still a bit witchy in Miles’s opinion. Looking closely, he could make out a subtle spiderweb pattern to her tuxedo. The fishnet stockings covering her legs were themselves partially covered by the blue and white socks she’d been wearing. He also noted a few feathers sticking out from the collar of her tuxedo.
“Not what I was expecting. But not bad.” He admitted. “What do you think?” He asked, handing over her hat.
Emma looked herself up and down for a moment before takin her hat from him. The fabric shifted and changed like before, becoming a black top hat with a black leather belt around the brow, held in place by a metal buckle in the shape of a buck toothed rabbit skull.
“I think.” She said, setting the hat atop her head, sliding her long ears into the newly created holes for them. “Those villagers are in for a real treat.” She smiled, her eyes lit with an almost manic zeal.
“Girls, why don’t you make her feel welcome?” Miles offered, conjuring a small chair with a puff of confetti.
Emma turned, smiling widely as the rest of the bunny girls surrounded her, touching her clothes, her skin, curious about the new girl.
“Ahh, so nice to see my girls getting along.” Miles commented as he watched from his seat.
Emma moaned as several of the girls kissed along her neck, their hands gently stroking her sensitive new ears. Others teased their fingers across her thighs, even going so far as to give her fluffy tail a squeeze.
“Yes, keep going.” Miles grinned, suddenly standing behind an old-fashioned hand-cranked movie camera and wearing a billowing white shirt and tight, khaki pants. He watched through the camera lens as the girls crowded closer and closer until he could no longer see Emma under the swarm of bunny girls. He could certainly hear her though. And if the pants coming from the pile were any indication, she was definitely enjoying herself.
[continue...]
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Feeling Fuzzy
By StickyScribbles/ScapeGoat
Emma tried to twist her head away as the pocket-watch swung gently back and forth. Miles’s mouth spread in a wide, buck toothed smile and he blinked. When he opened his eyes again they were a series of white and black circles shrinking into the pupil, drawing her in. The dark center of his eyes seemed to draw her in like the event horizon of a black hole and she felt herself falling into that dark abyss.
Darkness. All around Emma there was darkness, warm, comforting, but still, darkness. She could hear a roar and a rumble as though all existence was screaming from far away, and then…there was light…and then...a hand.
A hand that seemed bigger than her entire body reached down, gently picking her up by the scruff of her neck. Blinding light washed over Emma and her long, floppy white ears swiveled about, trying to hear all the sounds at once. Her nose twitched as she tried to smell the countless scents permeating the air.
“I’d like to introduce you all to my darling new assistant, Miles the Magnificent!” A woman’s voice called.
Repeatedly, she found herself in comforting darkness, only to be drawn forth for a cheering crowd. With each performance, she knew her part a little bit better, hopped a bit more cutely, or added a little bit more of a flourish to her minor tricks. And each time, she felt the huge hand getting imperceptibly smaller.
She began to truly enjoy the magic of the stage; Taking bites of a carrot while it, she, and an illusionary chainsaw were juggled through the air. Each time the crowd would cheer and crow, smiling and laughing. But even more, she was always there, the food-giver, the caretaker, the woman who was always there to catch her, Veronica.
Emma knew she was different from most other rabbits. They preferred to just eat and sleep, running away whenever they could. But not her. She spent countless nights snuggled up against Veronica in the large vardo that contained all her belongings. Whenever she got the chance, Emma would nudge open the strange tomes that filled the bookshelves, her eyes scanning the strange, shifting symbols.
She knew she was changing, doing things no other rabbit would do, like practicing standing on her hind legs, or crawling into the large top hat to pretend she was wearing it. Even her paws began to change, the pads widening and getting more dexterous. Even her simple squeaks became more expressive with each day, until she could form small words.
Through it all, Veronica smiled and comforted her, all while continuing her shows. But something began to go wrong. People came to the shows less and less, sometimes they would point at Emma and laugh, other times they would throw things.
Veronica was always there to cheer her up when she was sad, to comfort her and stroke her fur. And then, the coughing began.
It started as a small cold one lean winter, but the cough remained, lingering for days, weeks…months. Emma remembered foraging for food and coming back to find Veronica’s brow burning up and traces of blood on her pillowcase.
One day, as she was about to go foraging, Veronica called her over.
“You’re so kind. Be better than them.” She smiled, her body suddenly shaking as a wracking cough took hold of her. “I think this may be my final curtain call.” She said with a weak smile.
Emma begged her not to go, but Veronica smiled. “I’m sorry. My time is up and the next act is ready.” She said, ruffling the soft fur between Emma’s ears. “The show must go on.” Her hand fell away and she was still.
Tears flowed freely from Emma’s eyes as she mourned her master. A gentle glow from the bed drew her attention and she blinked, watching in amazement as a soft white light consumed Veronica’s body. The light separated off into tiny beacons of light that blazed brightly in a kaleidoscope of colors. They lifted through the roof of the vardo, illuminating the moonlit sky in one final show.
When the last of the lights had faded into the heavens, the bed sat empty.
For a while Emma tried to carry on the show, but people were frightened of her; throwing fruit or rocks. No matter how much she tried to improve the show, bigger illusions, more elaborate tricks, more dangerous juggling it didn’t help. If anything, it made people more and more fearful.
And then one day, she lucked out. A huge crowd watching her as she performed feats of prestidigitation. She was feeling so good she didn’t notice the smell of smoke until it was too late. By the time she arrived, the vardo was an inferno, burning into the sky while a trio of children ran away laughing.
As the only home she’d known burnt down before her, Emma could feel her heart grow cold. She eventually found her way to an abandoned village, empty save for wild rabbits. One day she was struck with an epiphany. If she could change, why couldn’t others?
She studied and experimented for ages, getting closer each time, making the rabbits more human like than even she was. Those ignorant villagers had taken everything from her and Veronica, now she would take it all back and more. With careful practice she gave them all the same face as her, the only human he’d ever trust…
Emma blinked awake, her head spinning. She felt dizzy, but good, remarkably good. Something had been wrong, but she couldn’t quite remember what.
“Now, let’s do something about your outfit.” A remarkably handsome rabbit in a very dapper suit offered, eying her up and down.
He snapped his fingers and the purple material of her torso covering body suit began to quiver. The threads unfurled, rejoining and changing shape as well as color. Threads worked their way down her legs, lacing through each other into a pair of long, fishnet leggings that covered her long legs.
Her bodysuit shifted, changing form into a tailed tuxedo, the sleeves of which ended just past her elbows. Some of the fabric split off, sliding down her arms like water to form a pair of large white gloves on her hands that looked like they were made from rabbit fur and gave her the sensation of having large, sensitive, if somewhat clumsy, paws.
Emma felt a strange tingle go through her body as her ears shifted, moving to the top of her head. She moaned as a fluffy cotton tail poked through the seat of the silky black panties she was now wearing. Her hair began to change color, turning from a ginger red, to a shade of cool blue.
When the changes finally stopped, Emma had been transformed into a cute, blue haired bunny girl, albeit with a look that was still a bit witchy in Miles’s opinion. Looking closely, he could make out a subtle spiderweb pattern to her tuxedo. The fishnet stockings covering her legs were themselves partially covered by the blue and white socks she’d been wearing. He also noted a few feathers sticking out from the collar of her tuxedo.
“Not what I was expecting. But not bad.” He admitted. “What do you think?” He asked, handing over her hat.
Emma looked herself up and down for a moment before takin her hat from him. The fabric shifted and changed like before, becoming a black top hat with a black leather belt around the brow, held in place by a metal buckle in the shape of a buck toothed rabbit skull.
“I think.” She said, setting the hat atop her head, sliding her long ears into the newly created holes for them. “Those villagers are in for a real treat.” She smiled, her eyes lit with an almost manic zeal.
“Girls, why don’t you make her feel welcome?” Miles offered, conjuring a small chair with a puff of confetti.
Emma turned, smiling widely as the rest of the bunny girls surrounded her, touching her clothes, her skin, curious about the new girl.
“Ahh, so nice to see my girls getting along.” Miles commented as he watched from his seat.
Emma moaned as several of the girls kissed along her neck, their hands gently stroking her sensitive new ears. Others teased their fingers across her thighs, even going so far as to give her fluffy tail a squeeze.
“Yes, keep going.” Miles grinned, suddenly standing behind an old-fashioned hand-cranked movie camera and wearing a billowing white shirt and tight, khaki pants. He watched through the camera lens as the girls crowded closer and closer until he could no longer see Emma under the swarm of bunny girls. He could certainly hear her though. And if the pants coming from the pile were any indication, she was definitely enjoying herself.
[continue...]
//Find out what happens next. Support us for more on going art content, bonus art, erotic story, and uncensored art:
https://ko-fi.com/post/Feeling-Fuzz.....Chapt-Z8Z8GOO1
https://gum.co/gvMk
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 468 x 468px
File Size 333.6 kB
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