Paradise Isle, Bunny Pt. 01

Paradise Isle, Bunny Pt. 01

(Fetish, Bunny, Petplay, furry, consensual, modification)

By ChangeYourPassword Riley loves furry, cuddly bunnies

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the 'Island Paradise, The Beginning' for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

This story concept was based on a captivating image by 'martiandawn', posted on the Deviant Art web site. Look for 'Possessive-Bunny-Girl' in their 'Transformania' gallery.

Riley absolutely loved rabbits. She had since she was a child. Soft, cuddly, cute bunnies were irresistible objects to be adored.

She blamed her admittedly weird obsession on her childhood pets, Fuzzy and Cotton. The two Rex Rabbits she had talked her mother into buying. They were her very own pets, to keep and love. She'd gotten them when she was only ten, and not yet interested in her feminine body, or boys.

Her two little friends were so soft, fluffy, cuddly and happy. She absolutely loved them. And that's when her fascination and fantasies began. As she played with them, and held them and even slept with them, she began to dream of being just like them.

Of course, she knew even then that her excessive level of adoration for them was weird. Her parents and friends thought so too, but they put up with her fascination, thinking it was a cute interest that would pass as she grew older. But it didn't.

And when her favorite bunny friends died, while she was finishing her education and starting life on her own, it left her feeling empty and more alone than ever.

Her adult life took her to a fine job in a new city, away from everything she had known. And she felt their loss even more because of her separation and isolation.

Oh, she was pretty enough and shapely enough to attract attention from the men around her. And she had friends at work who she hung out with when in the mood. But she still longed for the company of her wonderful pets.

When her parents died in a car wreck, she was even more devastated.

For the thousandth time she visited a pet store and came close to buying two, or ten, replacement pets, but she just couldn't imagine the substituting for her lost loves. So, she had surrounded herself with soft and fluffy stuffed animals, pillows and even furry clothes. She wore fleecy and fuzzy things whenever she could, and even slept in furry pajamas. The feel comforted her, and provided some solace for her losses.

She even came to look forward to Halloween, and always wore an adult sized bunny costume for the event and as much time before and after as she could get away with.

Some of the guys she dated were fascinated by her off-beat yet cute fascination with rabbits and fur. But it wasn't until she met Seth that she fell in love. And intrigued by that unique aspect of the pretty woman, he fell in love with her.

Riley continued to dream of cuddly bunnies, while in her real life, she became more and more centered on her love for her man.

The more time they spent together the happier the couple became, and eventually she moved in with him, bringing along her excessive collection of fluffy toys, clothes and costumes.

Seth Cummings was a good-looking guy, a few years older than she. A consultant, with an area of technical expertise that he could mostly share over the phone and through emails, so he worked from his home office, interrupted only occasionally by necessary business trips.

And he had a lovely home, on several secluded and private acres on the outskirts of town. It was a wonderful place both inside and out. His income paid for it all.

He too decided that she was the one for him. He loved her, everything about her, and thought her fascination with soft fur and cuddling was entertaining, adorable and sexy.

They married and settled in to a happy life.

Riley became a truly happy wife. Her lover had the money. And was fascinated with her love of all things soft and cuddly. He actually encouraged it as he found her entertaining and enjoyable when he held her and slept with her all wrapped in her fuzzy and furry bodysuits and pajamas.

And it wasn't long before she began assembling another collection of pet rabbits, who made her even happier.

There was no reason for her to even work. So, she focused on their home, and her rabbits, and doubled as his secretary. He appreciated her for both roles. And with her help he was able to work a little less, and make a little more.

It was a year later when for a Halloween party, she purchased a fantastically beautiful and expensive, form fitting bunny costume to wear to a big charity event, downtown. This bunny suit was far better, softer and sexier than her older one.

It covered her body like a second skin, like a one-piece leotard. Only her head and hands were bare.

She found a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals to wear over her fur covered feet.

And of course, she had a pair of delightful rabbit ears sticking out of her hair.

Over the soft and thick fur covering she wore a pretty red micro-mini dress, and the combination was mind-blowing. When she showed it to Seth, he suggested they just stay home and screw.

"No silly, I put this together to show off."

"You'll be a huge hit!" He laughed, picturing all of the stuffy monied men who'd be drooling over his lover. "And I'll be enjoying it, too. Knowing that when we get home, we'll be able to fuck like rabbits!"

And he grabbed her and hugged her, running his hands up and down her luxuriously soft body.

She enjoyed the attention, and kissed him passionately.

Excitedly they loaded in his car and headed to the party, both excited and proud.

She knew she'd cause a stir, and she knew too, that she'd love the evening as a bunny. She was also delighted by the thought of making love to her husband, while wearing the incredibly soft and cuddly outfit.

She was without a doubt the star of the party, and she enjoyed the fun of it all. And Seth was proud to be her husband, although he had to spend much of his time defending her from gropers and drunken leches.

They wound up leaving the party early, rushing home and diving into bed.

The sex, that night, was possibly the best they'd ever enjoyed.

Riley, absolutely loving the feel of her outfit, was insanely passionate, her orgasms were mind blowing. And Seth's climax was equally exhilarating.

She slept in it, and they cuddled, together in bed, the rest of the night. And in the morning, they made love again - man and bunny. That time there was as much laughter as passion.

After they'd recovered, it took a while, she asked him if she should take it off, and he answered as she had hoped he would, telling her to keep it on, it was delightful and sexy, and comfortable.

Later, as he was holding her, and petting her, while they lounged in front of the television, he admitted to loving her when she played her bunny role. She had confessed to him early on, how much she loved cuddly rabbits, how much they had meant to her growing up, and how much she enjoyed pretending to be a fuzzy bunny.

And remembering, he told her that he would be happy whenever she wanted to be a bunny girl. He really enjoyed having a bunny for a wife.

They kept that game going, periodically from that point on. She'd slip on her costume after work on a Friday and wear it for the entire weekend. They'd make love, sleep and cuddle, and enjoy the look and feel of her soft, furry body.

There were also occasions when he requested that she transform herself into his favorite pet, and she'd delightedly agree, happy that he was so enthusiastically participating in her fantasy.

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Months later she was surfing the Internet, looking for a better, more realistic costume when she stumbled upon a woman who was raving about the kitty costume she'd been outfitted with while on a vacation in the Caribbean. An island there, called Paradise Isle, apparently catered to sexy adult pleasures, and kinky pursuits, and as the woman's fetish was pretending to be a kitten, she had visited the place.

They had produced a cat costume that was reportedly perfect for long term kitty play.

If they could produce a kitten they could produce a bunny.

Riley easily found the web site. It described a Caribbean resort paradise, hence the name, that catered to adult sex for the young and beautiful.

She read through innumerable web-pages that described the wonders of vacationing there. And then she moved on to the long lists of services provided. Much of them involved their extensive surgical and clinical services. But there was also a section describing costuming production services for furies, pets and animal fetishes. Those pages became her excited focus.

The next morning, she called the resort and eventually discussed her wants with one of their councilors. She assured Riley that they could indeed produce a bunny costume that would far exceed anything else on the market.

When she told Seth, he was at first skeptical, but the more she raved about the place and described the possibilities of a better, longer wearing costume, the more he began to join in with her excitement.

She'd be happy. He'd get more sex, and they'd share a vacation on what sounded like a very erotic island.

Why not? He could use the break.

They spent another day reviewing the web site, together. And just like his wife had, he became increasingly anxious to vacation there.

Happily, Riley called the island back, and was able to make reservations for a two week stay, that would include the construction of her new bunny suit. It sounded wonderful!

After the reservation formalities, she spent a couple hours working out all the costume details with Adelina, the councilor she had originally spoken to. And she promised that the costume would be ready for fitting the day they arrived.

She'd be outfitted and spend her vacation as the perfect bunny girl. How much fun would that be.

Adelina assured her that she'd fit right in with all the other exotic, and sometimes bizarre fetish guests who populated the so called 'Fet Resort', there on the island.

That sounded so very great!

A follow-up call was required so that she could provide several dozen, detailed and sometimes embarrassing body measurements to the costume shop. But that only added to her excitement, and arousal.

Riley came away happy and anxious to head South for her dream vacation. Excited by both the new costume she'd receive and wear, and by the beautiful and sexy island she'd wear it on.

They celebrated that weekend with long sessions of man-bunny sex, dreaming about how much better it would be during their vacation with her in her fantastic new costume.

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A couple weeks later, after doing some research of his own, on a lark, Seth placed his own call to Adelina.

"I think it would be more appropriate if Riley went with the pet package rather than just a furry package," he told her after identifying himself.

"I assumed she'd go with the 'Furry' package. It comes with the costume, and requires wearing it throughout your stay.

"The pet package does also require a costume, but it comes with several additional restrictions," she explained.

"Yes, I know and understand, And I think the pet, will be more fun for the two of us."

That settled it and the change was made to their reservation. He thought it would be a fun surprise and make their stay even more fun. Particularly for him, as the 'pet owner'.

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They were both happily excited when the day of departure finally arrived. They packed light as all the reviewers advised. 'You'll spend all your time in your swim suits, or nothing at all,' was the common comment.

Consequently, they boarded the airplane with just carry-on luggage. That only added to their excitement. No need for clothes...

They suffered through the long trip South like every reviewer had complained about. But every one of them had also assured the readers that it would be worth it.

After the ferry ride, which they didn't much enjoy even though it was a pleasant trip across the beautifully blue water, they arrived at the dock, tired but excited.

The vetting process though, was equally miserable.

"Will we ever actually get there?" he whispered into her ear as they stood in line.

She chuckled, "I want my costume!"

Eventually, though, they made it to the final phases of the process, and were issued their guest bracelets.

Riley received a brown wrist band, while Seth had a black one fastened around his wrist.

The staff member who attached them explained how they were required of everyone at the resorts. That they would only be removed when they departed, and that for safety reasons, the imbedded technology allowed guests to be tracked and identified during their stay.

When Riley asked, their assigned concierge, Andrea, about the different colors, she explained that the brown ones were for costumed or modified pets. Yellow bands were for furrys.

"I thought I'd get one of those," Riley said, not really concerned about the difference. Seth did call her his pet.

"You're signed up for the Pet Package." Andrea replied, confirming that there was no mistake. She then moved on to explain that Seth's black band placed them as guests of the 'Fet resort', the appropriate facility for furrys, pets and the other exotic fetishes.

Then Andrea, with the help of one of the staff, surprised Riley when she placed a dog collar around her neck, and handed the end of the attached leash to Seth.

He accepted it awkwardly.

Andrea told the obviously confused Riley, "That's a standard, basic pet collar. More elaborate ones are available. With your brown wristband, you have to wear it, and be leashed at all times while on our island. Without it, the staff will be forced to punish you."

"Punish me?" Riley asked, looking at her and then at Seth.

"I'm sure it won't be necessary. Just behave like an obedient pet. Like a puppy or a bunny." Andrea replied, reassuringly.

After a couple more stations, at one of which they had to trade their personal cell phones for camera free 'island phones', Andrea loaded them onto a cart and drove them to their suite.

While climbing into the back seats, Riley's leash got tangled. Neither of them were used to being tethered.

When Riley reached up to grab the thing, Andrea stopped her. "Pets are never supposed to touch their leash. Don't do that again."

Shocked, Riley just mumbled. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know."

She looked at Seth who shrugged. He vaguely remembered reading something about that rule when he studied the Pet Package. He made a mental not to review the rules for pets.

Loaded, Andrea gave them a short tour of the lovely resort, and they got quick views of a sampling of other guests. Beautiful people in barely-there swim suits, naked, or attention grabbing, pornographic outfits.

Riley actually saw a couple of furrys, who looked delightful. They were all collared and leashed like she was. Those observations helped calm her.

Their suite was as impressively pretty and comfortable as the resort itself. And their bags were waiting for them when Andria ushered them inside. Their patio outside the oversized glass doors along the back wall, overlooked the central 'playground' with its lawns, trees, restaurants, bars and huge pool.

"I'll let you two rest up from the trip. Unpack and relax. Most of our guests like to take a nap upon arrival. I'll be back in two hours to take you over to the costume shop to get you dressed, Riley."

Before she left them, she added. "And don't forget about your pet status. The 'leash laws' are covered in the guest relations book, on the table over there."

As soon as they were alone, Riley turned to her husband. "I didn't know about the Pet Program."

He stepped up and unhooked the leash from her collar, then pulled her into a hug and a kiss. "My love, for our stay here, you're more than just a furry, you're my pet."

He kissed her again, lovingly.

When they released, she looked him in the eye. "Oh, really?"

"Yes, you'll be the bunny of your dreams, and you'll be all mine, to have and to hold."

"I'm already all yours. I love you so."

They kissed again.

"Here on the island, you'll be my wife, and my pet bunny, too."

She giggled. "I guess that works."

She was too excited to relax, so she put on a tiny bikini and despite his protests, she made him take her out for a walk around.

"Your pet needs a walk and some fresh air. And she wants to check out the playground."

He laughed, "and sniff the air, and mark the bushes?"

She punched him in the shoulder. "I may be your pet, but I'm not a dog. I'll be a bunny, by tonight, though."

They walked out side by side, holding hands, with the leash dipping down from her throat to his free hand.

And were immediately astonished by the sight of a naked couple with their bodies covered in tattoos, from head to toe, who were just leaving the room next-door.

The pair caught them staring, and laughed. "You like?" the guy asked, pleasantly.

"Um, yes. You're both astonishing."

Riley was embarrassed at being caught gawking, but she couldn't help it. She managed to smile back at the pair. The guy's well-built body was covered in tribal tattoos, swirls and stripes of black ink, all over his tan skin. And he was inked from his neck to his toes, including his hairless cock!

Seth was entranced by the woman. Her entire body, and it was a great body, was painted with the pictures of the Kama Sutra, every sexual position known to man. They were the typical profile views, but in a full rainbow of colors. It was a mesmerizing shopping list of sex.

The girl giggled as she watched his face. "He likes," she said.

"Um, sorry, didn't mean to stare. You're amazing."

The guy chuckled. "She is, isn't she." Then he laughed. "Every night I pick one and we practice it."

She laughed. "Not just at night, throughout the day, too."

Then they turned in the opposite direction and walked off. He called, "have a good day," over his shoulder.

Seth and Riley stood there stunned for a moment, watching the backsides of their neighbors as they moved away.

"Wow," he muttered.

"I agree. And everyone was right. I will fit right in around here, once I have my fur."

Seth chuckled and she leaned over to give him a quick kiss. That kinky couple, and her imminent fantasy fulfillment had her pussy dripping with excitement.

I wonder how that will feel when I'm all furry down there, she wondered.

During her phone sessions with Adelina, she had mentioned the challenges of personal hygiene, but in her excitement, Riley hadn't paid much attention.

They two of them got even hornier as they walked around the resort. They saw comfortable restaurants, fun bars, beautiful landscapes, and dozens and dozens of very kinky people. The only ones wearing normal clothes were the staff.

Everyone else was mostly naked, or fully naked except for the ones whose fetishy attire covered them or restrained them.

Riley realized quickly that her collar and leash were far from unusual.

Back in the room, exhausted from both the jet lag and the erotic sights, they collapsed onto the bed for only a few minutes before Andrea knocked on the door.

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Riley found a new source of energy in the excitement she felt about her new bunny outfit. She just knew it would be fantastically beautiful.

Concierge Andrea loaded them up in another golf cart and took them to a building adjacent to the large and expansive clinic.

"This is our costume shop," Andrea explained as they pulled up. Then she giggled. "They do magic here. Better than the folks in Hollywood. And their products are always special. Sexy as all hell and meant for long-term wear.

"That's what you'll be getting, bunny Riley," she added, switching to laughing, delightedly.

Riley, excited and aroused glanced at Seth who looked back encouragingly. To her he looked almost as pleased as she was.

Inside the building Andrea introduced Riley to the two women who had made Riley's costume. They seemed nice, but very businesslike.

The first thing they demanded was that she strip so they could verify all the measurements she had provided.

"Your costume is ready, and should fit you perfectly, like a second skin," one of them explained.

"Which is exactly what it is," the other one added. They were apparently a tightly-knit team.

"But we need to make certain that the measurements we received were accurate. You'd be surprised how many of our subjects fudge their numbers. And then our hard work is wasted, and we have to rebuild major portions of the outfit."

Riley understood and accepted their story. She could imagine how many women lied about their sizes. She had been tempted herself, out of habit, to exaggerate her breast size and cut an inch off her waist, but she hadn't. She wanted her suit fit perfectly.

She was though, uncomfortable with stripping naked in front of the pair, and Andrea was there too, just watching and keeping Seth company.

It only took the two seamstresses, if that was their title, a few minutes to verify that the numbers she had submitted were accurate. That truth pleased everyone.

"If you want to visit the clinic to add a cup size or even two, it's a simple procedure. Just a nanite injection. These ladies are experienced in adjusting the costume's bust size," Andrea said after the verification was complete.

Riley had read about that option somewhere among the island's web site, and had even considered it, but had decided not to spend the money. The costume and the vacation itself were already costing a fortune.

"We'll keep that in mind," she replied.

"Andrea is correct, we deal with that often," one of the seamstresses confirmed.

"I'll think about it," Riley said. She was happy enough with her nice C-cup breasts, but she knew that her husband would be happy if they were larger.

Seth didn't say anything, but he was interested. What guy wouldn't be?

"Now I do have a suggestion for you. I can see that you've had your pubic hair removed, that will make it easier for you and your costume."

Riley nodded and blushed. Her crotch had been lasered a year ago. She and Seth preferred it bare. The sex, particularly oral, was better that way.

"But," the woman said hesitantly. "The hair on your head is lovely, full and long, and it will get in the way of a proper and comfortable fit of your outfit's hood. It would be best if we cut it shorter. Much shorter."

Again, the other woman contributed. "Or shave it off, completely. The wig shop at the resort's store offers a very nice selection for your trip home."

"Of course, you'll be in your bunny hood for your entire stay," Andrea added.

That was a shock for Stacey. She loved her hair, and so did Seth. She hadn't ever intended to cut it short, let alone shave her head!

She looked at Seth who shrugged resignedly. "It's your dream costume, and you do want it to fit perfectly."

"You won't mind?" she asked, hoping he would, giving her an excuse to fight it.

"No, my love. Bunneys don't have long hair."

She groaned.

"So, you want us to go ahead and shave you?"

Riley almost requested that they just cut it short, but Seth was right, she did want it to all fit perfectly.

Moaning, she told them 'Yes'.

It took them about fifteen minutes with clippers to shave her down to a stubble, and then another ten to shave her perfectly smooth.

"This way you won't have to bother shaving stubble again throughout your entire stay. You'll never have to remove your hood for maintenance."

"Great," Riley replied, unenthusiastically.

"Now that we've taken care of that, it's time for your catsuit - actually bunny suit," one of them said, chuckling.

The other removed her pale pink fur suit form a large plastic bag, and held it up by the shoulders for inspection.

Riley gasped. It was gorgeous! And when she reached out to feel it, it was exactly what she had dreamed of. Soft, fuzzy and fluffy fur.

And it was colored perfectly. A darker shade along her spine. And lighter shades on her behind. Almost white over the breasts and belly.

Seth mumbled, "beautiful," as if he was in a trance, and that made her giggle delightedly.

"It's perfect!" she said happily. It was her dream come true.

They only gave her another minute before they started dressing her in the thing. It was open up the back to allow her to step in.

While they were dressing her, they reviewed its strong points. The underlying material was designed for long-term wear, strong, flexible and breathable. She could wear it in the shower, the pool or the ocean without worry. It would just take a while to dry. She could live and sleep in it for as long as she wanted.

"We've heard tell of guests wearing their suits for months, non-stop," Andrea explained proudly.

And it was the same story with the fur that covered the suit. It was virtually indestructible and should last for months or practically forever. Or so they claimed.

Once it was on and covering her body they paused, asking her how it felt. Was it too tight in any particular area? Uncomfortable? Poking or scratching?

"No, it feels snug everywhere, but no aches or pains," she admitted happily.

"Good, now we'll seal it up and you can move around a bit and test it before we move onto the other parts."

As she stood there, they sewed up the opening along her spine. All the while explaining that there was no zipper. That the suit wouldn't come off until the day of her departure. And that she'd go home with the suit in a box. If she decided to wear it again, someone would have to stitch it closed once again. And then seal it with the glue they were using to keep it closed.

"We'll provide you with a kit that includes glue, solvent and a sewing kit."

Once she was sealed into the suit, they reapplied her brown bracelet to her fur-covered wrist. "You can't go anywhere around here without that."

Then they invited her to walk around, sit, stretch and squat, to test out the fit.

Ecstatically, she wandered around the room testing, still finding no issues. She paused in front of a huge mirror mounted on the wall to examine herself. She absolutely loved how she looked.

As long as she ignored her head. Her bald head. Ick!

When she finally moved on and passed Seth, he ran his hands up and down her body, smiling happily. "You feel wonderful."

"Okay then, time for your boots," one of the women said as she picked up a large shoebox.

They had her sit on a stool so they could put on a pair of ankle boots. Furry ones, that match her skin.

"Oh my gosh, those are lovely and they're a perfect match!" She cries delightedly.

The women knelt in front of her and with difficulty. slipped them on her feet. Leaning down to look, she could see that they merged with her fur, perfectly. And when they were laced snuggly, a flap was pulled over to cover over the laces making even those seams disappear.

"Time for another test. Please stand up and walk around."

When Riley tried to stand, she realized that the boots have very tall, wedge heels. She's practically standing on her toes. The things are much higher than the tallest high-heels she's ever owned. They must be six or even seven inches!

When she starts to protest, Seth helps her stumble back over to the mirror.

"Hush, look." He orders. And when she does, she realizes that her feet look like real rabbit's feet! It's astounding.

"See? We have to maintain the look. You'll get used to them, my lovely bunny."

She understands his point, and she gets a thrill just looking at her long, rabbit feet.

But she doesn't provide a reply, she does like the way she looks, but is still uncertain how she'll ever be able to walk around in the things.

She staggers back to the stool, sits and pulls one of her feet up into her lap. Examining the small soles of her boots she sees that they are pink and shaped like real rabbit paws. All she can do is giggle at the sight. "You really went all out."

"We aim for perfection," the seamstress replied, proudly.

Riley then sat quietly while the boots, like the seam on her bunny-suit were sewn closed and sealed with the glue. They wouldn't be coming off until she left the island, either.

When they finished, she again stood up, unsteadily to carefully step back to the mirror. The seams were invisible. The boots looked like they were a natural part of her.

"Wow," she muttered. As she returned to her perch.

"Alright, now for your paws." The other woman said, moving right along. She grabbed another bag.

From it, she pulled out a couple of balls of fur. It took Riley a few seconds to realize that they were meant for her hands - fur gloves. They too, matched her body's fur, perfectly.

She held out her hands, to allow the women to slide them on.

But instead of slipping the things right on, the seamstresses began sliding mittens on her hands. As she watched she saw that they weren't exactly mittens, but they weren't normal gloves either.

She had to sit quietly as they manipulated her fingers and squeezed the rubbery material onto her hands. IN the process they forced her fingers to fold so that they were doubled over and held that way by the glove things. Her thumb wasn't folded, but when it was seated in the glove it could only move slightly away from her hand, perhaps a half inch of separation.

When the women finished and went to grab the furry paws, Riley got a look at her hands, and inside the 'gloves' they already looked like paws. And she realized, they would be terribly useless!

"I can hardly move my fingers," she moaned.

"Rabbits don't have fingers," one of them replied. Echoing Seth's refrain.

"Shit! Riley mumbled.

Finally, the women slid the furry paws on her stunted hands and began closing them and sealing them in place.

Like everything else, they fit perfectly, holding her hand just like it was, with barely any of the normal, human functionality.

Riley wasn't pleased at all with the arrangement. Even though it was similar to a rabbit's

When they stepped away, she held up her paws and examined them. With no fingers, just little nubs, and with small claws. When she turned her wrist, she saw cute little pink pads on the bottoms.

She had real rabbit paws. "But, no fingers. No thumbs," she muttered, glancing over at Seth.

"I won't be able to do anything," she complained.

"You'll be surprised. Your paws aren't totally useless. With practice you'll be able to use them for most important tasks. I've seen girls perform remarkably well with paws like that." Andrea said, encouragingly.

As with the boots, they merged perfectly with the fur of her arms, and were meant to be permanent.

"Those may be a bit impractical but they do look cute." Seth commented.

Riley grunted a reply as she flexed the digits of her new paws. She did find that she could move her fingers a little. And her restricted thumb, would probably allow her to hold a spoon or a pencil. Great...

She might be able to perform some tasks, like feed herself, and wipe her ass.

"They look real, don't they?" Seth asked, encouragingly. He could see that his lover wasn't exactly enamored with that aspect of her new bunny body.

"Yes," begrudgingly.

"You'll get used to them. I'm sure."

"I suppose."

He chuckled and stepped over to hug her to his chest, kissing her on the top of her bald head. That was certainly weird, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. "I absolutely love my bunny girl. Now more than ever," he declared, trying to make her feel better.

It did help. And her hands did look like bunny paws. Cute ones.

She was still staring at her paws, testing their functioning when the seamstress interrupted her studying.

"Now for your head; your bunny head."

"Oh," Riley said, now feeling nervous. She was mostly pleased with everything else, but the hood that would cover her face and bald head (damn it) was frightening. Would it be everything she had dreamed of. Would it make her a real bunny? She certainly hoped so.

She became peeved when they took some time to makeup her eyes with some dark dye, explaining that it was necessary to shape and camouflage the very human skin of her eyelids. Whatever they used would last at least for the duration of her bunny life on the island.

When they finally finished and showed the headpiece to her, she absolutely loved it. She tore her eyes away to glance at Seth, and he looked spellbound as well.

Of course, the ears, big rabbit ears were the most stunning aspect. They screamed 'BUNNY'. They didn't stand tall and stiff like Playboy bunny girls. These were tall, but soft. They stood up a little before gently falling over. She thought she'd be able to pull them to the side, or back or even forward so she could see their tips hanging in front over her forehead.

But the rest of it was also wonderful.

She sat anxiously still, as the two women positioned the hood on her head. There were some sort of earbuds that fit into her human ears connected by tubes to her rabbit ears. As soon as they were in place her hearing became different. She could hear more, but there was an odd echo, too.

She couldn't wait to get it on and look at herself in the mirror. She'd be the bunny of her dreams!

It took the pair several more minutes to get the whole thing on and closed.

At first Riley thought it uncomfortable, and of course, confining. It was snug everywhere, on her face, her head and around her neck, where it met the catsuit. It was lightly padded on the inside, but firm on the outside. She found that out when she reached up to touch it with her silly paws.

"Stop that, let us finish," one of them scolded as she pushed Riley's hands down.

She was surprised that it wasn't stifling hot inside the thing. She figured it was made to allow airflow - to breathe. A nice feature, especially in the warm sunshine of the island.

They kept her sitting there, not allowing her to get up and use the mirror until they had the thing fully closed sealed and mated with the rest of her furry body.

When they'd finally finished, she jumped up and hurried to the mirror.

She stood there speechless for several minutes while everyone else waited for her verdict. Seth stepped up next to her and wrapped an arm around her as he too stared at her reflection.

He was smiling delightedly.

The mask portion gently reshaped her face so that it was half human and half rabbit. It had a terribly cute turned-up rabbit nose, and a slight muzzle that emphasized its animal structure. The mouth was tiny and pouty and there were long white whiskers sticking out from its upper lip.

And the sides of the head were smooth - no sign of human ears.

She could breathe just fine, and when she tested her mouth's movements, they were only slightly restricted. She did find that some sort of arrangement that her human lips were a couple centimeters inside the mask's lips, and that her tongue could barely reach outside her bunny mouth.

It struck her that kissing Seth would be a problem. And French kissing almost impossible. That was discouraging.

Her vision was unimpaired, but she could feel the edges of the mask around her eyes, and see the short fur that covered her face around the edges of her vision. It was a constant reminder of who she was now.

As her expression was almost completely covered by the mask, they couldn't see how happy she was, she found that oddly arousing. Her bunny face was almost totally expressionless.

All she could see of Riley the girl was her eyes. And they were outlined by the striking black dye, that made them look large and attention grabbing. No human skin was visible, on her head or anywhere. She was a complete rabbit.

And she loved it.

She reached up to feel the mask, only to be disappointed by her paws. She could only barely feel her head with her new hands, and her face could only barely feel the touch of her paws.

She hadn't expected any of that.

But she did look like the bunny of her dreams. It was magical!

She turned to Seth. "Kiss me."

He pulled her into a hug and kissed her lovingly and passionately. She was so very sexy and bizarrely kinky like this. He absolutely adored his new bunny wife.

But kissing her wasn't all that much fun. Her bunny lips were firm, and stiff, and surrounded by short fur. Nothing like her lovely feminine mouth. That was disappointing.

He tested to see if it could be better if he used his tongue. He kept his lips on her, and pushed his tongue between the mask's lips. He was able to nudge them open, and when he pushed in deeper, he could only barely feel her real lips and responsive tongue.

She was coming to the same conclusion. Kissing wasn't what it used to be. When she felt his tongue brush her lips inside the mask's muzzle, she got excited, but she quickly realized that the distance between his mouth and her human one was too far for very much contact.

Only a little caressing was possible. It was better than nothing but not by much.

A touch frustrated, she groaned. Her attractive bunny shaped mask was trouble, at least when it came to kissing her lover. Damn!

They were interrupted by one of the seamstresses. "There's one more thing."

"What?" she asked. She was covered head to toe.

"Your tail. We have a lovely powder-puff tail for you."

"Oh." That did sound like fun. She loved rabbit tails.

The two women turned her around and had her bend over paws on knees. Ass up, she felt them working at the top of her crack, right where a tail should be.

"We incorporated a stiff plastic frame into your suit," one of them said proudly. "It should be perfect. Shaped like a 'T' with the leg pointing down between, and the arms running along the top of your ass cheeks. The tail mounts firmly to the center."

"It will stay there and always be prominently on display."

That sounded perfect, and creative.

As soon as they were finished, she stood up and rushed over to the mirror, twisting and turning to get a look.

It looked so wonderful - cute and sexy. She absolutely loved it. It did look big - about the size of a grapefruit. Prominent indeed. And when she pushed at it with a paw, she did have paws now; the thing hardly moved. It did look fluffy, but it certainly wasn't all that soft or squishy like she had expected.

"It looks fantastic," Seth commented, happily.

"It does, but it's not very soft."

"We didn't want it to lose it's shape or flatten out." A seamstress explained. "It should stay firm and adorable for as long as you wear your costume."

"Ok, thanks. I think."

She was wondering how she'd be able to lay on her back, with her tail poking her tailbone.

Like so much of her costume, it would be something she'd have to get used to.

With the costume complete and sealed in place, the two seamstresses, along with Andrea, took some time to brief her on her body - the sexy parts.

Her nipples are available, uncovered except for the fur around them. It hides them pretty well. Examining her breasts closely in the mirror, she can only see a tiny bit of red peeking out.

"I'll have to be careful," she mutters.

"The same will hold true with your pussy. It's open and only hidden by the fur around it. Your ass hole too. They have to be available for relieving yourself."

"And for sex," Seth muttered, drawing a laugh.

"Unless, of course you wear a bikini."

"I don't think that will work," Seth said.

"Why not?" Riley challenged.

"Bunnies don't wear clothes. Bugs didn't. Neither did Thumper."

Andrea laughed. "He's got you there."

After the laughter had died down. She provided Riley with a few more details. "When your stay comes to an end, you can swing by here on your way to the ferry, and these ladies will open the seams and remove your costume so you can go back to being Riley the human."

She paused for a moment before continuing. "Or, you can continue wearing it until you're tired of the life. Like I said before, we'll provide a kit with the necessary solvent." The other seamstress added.

Riley looked around at all of them. "Really? Wear it home?"

Andrea shrugged. "Some of our customers love their costumes, and their characters so much they decide to continue on. Kitties especially."

Riley looked at Seth, who smiled at her. "I'm not sure if you could get away with it. But you do love your bunny games."

He paused and shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't mind. You do look fantastic."

Riley mulled the possibility over for a moment. "I'll think about it," she replied, wondering if she actually could remain a bunny...

"Unless you have any issues, I think we're done here." A seamstress said as she began cleaning up the area.

"I think I'm good. Thank you so much. My costume is perfect," Riley told them both.

Then she reached out to grab Seth's hand and headed for the door.

"You can't go out like that I'm afraid." Andrea said, stopping them just before they reached the exit.

"What? Why not?" Seth asked, confused. He was anxious to get his bunny home so he could screw her lights out.

"Seth. Riley is a pet, remember?

"She has to wear a collar and be leashed. Now more than ever. She really looks the part, too.

"I need to call someone from the collar shop. They can fit her with a new one in just a few minutes."

"Oh, Okay," he replied, disappointed.

"But I need two decisions from you folks, first."

She turned to Riley. "What name do you want on your new collar. It'll be red, unless you want something else. And it'll have a name tag. Do you still want to be Riley, or did you have something else in mind. Something more suited for a bunny?"

Riley had to think about that for a minute.

In her fantasies, she hadn't been Riley, she had always been a bunny. No relation to the human girl underneath. Anonymous and free.

"Um, Daisey, please." It had been the name she'd planned for her next pet rabbit.

"Excellent. A cute name." Andrea acknowledged.

Then she turned to Seth. "You have a decision to make as well. The preferred collar for a pet includes the silence sensor suite. You control it, on or off, with an app on your phone, or on your personal phone when you're off the island."

"What does it do?" he asked. Riley also wanted to know.

"Well, it stops the pet from speaking; as if it were a human. It's one of our technological marvels. When turned on, if it hears the pet speak any actual word, it shocks them."

She turned to Riley. "It's not terribly painful. Just strong enough to remind you to keep quiet."

"And it doesn't allow loud noises, like screams, of any kind. It'll punish for that too."

"Of course, the owner doesn't have to use it. You could just leave it off. I know Riley isn't a real pet like some of the other guests who are fully into that lifestyle."

Seth was looking from her to Riley and back again. Thinking. Debating with himself.

"I doubt if I'll use the function, but you might as well include it, just in case."

Before Riley could protest, he turned to her. "You never know bunny girl. It might be fun to play with."

She growled, in response.

Andrea laughed. "See the collar would allow that. You're already learning."

Riley moaned, and stuck out her tongue like the sassy girl she once was. Now though, it only peeked out her bunny mouth a tiny bit.

The questions answered, Andrea made the call and placed the order.

"I'll go down and make sure they hurry. Back in a moment. Best if you just wait here," she said as she ducked out. As the two seamstresses had already left the two of them wound up alone.

Seth sat back down in a chair, while Riley returned to the mirror to again examine and admire her new body. She did love it. It was so exciting and arousing too. She was too enamored to worry about the aspects that she knew would make her bunny life difficult.

Ten minutes later Andrea ushered a guy in, and he fitted her with her new collar.

"This can't be removed until you leave us. It's locked," he said when he'd finished.

Riley, now Daisey, wasn't exactly pleased with that. She hadn't planed on being a permanently collared pet.

The guy then took the time to download and configure the collar app on Seth's Island phone.

"Okay, pet. What's your name?" he asked, casually, phone in hand.

"Daisey - Ouch!" she cried and jumped as she reached for her throat. Then she cursed at the pain and received a second shock. Groaning, she was only just able to stop herself from earning a third one.

The guy nodded. "Okay it works as it should." He then tapped on the phone screen. "I turned it off, you can talk now," he said, before handing the phone to Seth, showing him the app and how to operate it.

She waited a moment, before trying again. "I don't like that at all! It hurt!"

No shock that time.

Nobody responded to her comment.

After the tech had left, Andrea handed Seth a matching leash while Daisey once again returned to the mirror, this time to examine her collar. It was bright red, and an inch tall. It fit her tightly and had some give to it, as if it were made of leather. But it was some sort of plastic, as it was waterproof. And it had a gold plate at the throat with 'Daisey' clearly imprinted on it for all to see.

Beneath the nameplate was a solid, dangling ring.

It wasn't ugly, and it was certainly functional. A clear sign of her pet status.

"Okay you two. We're finally finished here. I'll take you back," Andrea said as she opened the door.

Seth turned to Daisey, and like a good pet owner, clipped the matching leash to his pet bunny's collar.

He led her out carefully, following Andrea.

Riley walked along on the end of her leash, wearing only her fur suit, lost in thought.

I'm no longer Riley, the woman.

Now I'm a bunny named Daisy.

She'd considered Fuzzy and Cotton, but those were her pets' names. And now she was Seth's pet. At least officially, here on the island.

As she walked out of the building, she felt great, fulfilled, proud.

She loved the anonymity of it all. Nobody knew who the bunny girl was. As Daisy, she could do anything she wanted. Behave any way she wanted. Be outlandishly sexy without embarrassment, or fear of repercussions.

It was what she'd dreamed of for all those years...

To be continued...

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