tagNonHumanBunnygirl Ch. 03

Bunnygirl Ch. 03


Harley could feel herself shiver, the hair raise on the back of her neck. The cold bars were containing her in her tiny metal prison, and despite its diminutive size, she was only taking up about a quarter of it. She had her slim frame squeezed into a little ball in one corner, just waiting.

Then eventually some people appeared, though Harley was too busy covering her eyes to notice them, until one of them spoke.

"What is she?" a young boy asked.

"Can't you tell? She's half bunny half girl. Look at the ears," his companion replied.

"How wonderful. Come here rabbit, show us your face, we want to see your whiskers."

This only made Harley squeeze tighter into her ball and eventually they got bored and left.

"I can see your not going to be cooperative."

She knew that voice, and before she could stop herself she looked up at the familiarity of it.

"You are an attraction now, at least let them see your face," Cal smiled coolly.

Harley whipped her head around and turned her back to him, trying to prevent the angry tears that were welling in her eyes from falling down her face. What did he know? She was and would never be some damn attraction.

"Fine if you refuse to show your body we shall show it for you," and with that he left.

Harley could feel the cold sweat roll down her back. What did he mean by that last comment? Surely he wouldn't... he couldn't possibly... Harley stopped herself from thinking about it. She put her head on her knee and ignored everyone for the rest of the night.

"Honey, if you're gonna half that sour puss attitude, you're just gonna make it harder for yourself here," a high pitch voice from behind her said.

Harley, curious, turned around to see the speaker. There stood the strangest human Harley had ever seen. Half was woman, long flowing hair, a large perky breast, thin, trim leg, and if only that half was viewed, she would be completely drop dead gorgeous. And as beautiful as the right half of her was, the left half was just as handsome. His hair was trimmed short, a mustache only took up the left side of his face, his arm and leg were muscular.

He/she was wearing a tight piece of clothing, leaving all limbs exposed, half was sparkly and feminine and half was black and manly. "Now honey, aren't you just the cutest thing. I can see why Calhoun has taken such a liking to you."

Harley just stared, not saying anything, only mildly in the back of her mind did she recognize she was being rude, but that part of her just didn't care.

"I've made you something to wear that will properly show off all your assets in all the right ways. I'm kind of the unofficial seamstress here. I have experience since I have to make all my own clothes." She spun around with her arms spread out, showing off the garment she was currently wearing.

"Come on now, let's get you out of there," she said, simply pulling on the lock and opening the door. Harley stared in amazement and mild anger; the door hadn't even been locked the whole time? Then what with the rouse of even having a lock?

"Come on now, don't be shy," the strange person waved their hand into the cage, beckoning Harley forward. She scooted out of the cage, coming to stand next to the half man half woman.

"Oh, how silly of me to have forgotten to introduce myself. I'm V, and I already know who you are, Harley. Everyone is really curious about you. Come on now," she waved again when she realized that Harley hadn't been following her.

"Right through here," she said, opening a tent flap and leading her across the little clearing. Before, when Cal had led her, she had been too concentrated on him to notice anyone else, but now she took the time to look around. At first glance they looked to be just a normal group of people, but anyone could plainly see the oddballs mixed in; the bearded lady, the midget, the strongest man.

Harley passed two men whom she recognized as the ones who kidnapped her, and they at least had the decency to avoid her eyes.

"Here's where I stay," V said opening up a little trailer and hustling Harley inside. There was fabric and thread strewn about everywhere, not to mention the piles and piles of clothes stacked up, filling the room to its capacity.

Harley found a little space for herself among the jumble, standing there awkwardly. "Okay, now just let me see where I put that," V said rifling through the piles, fabric flying this way and that. "Oh, yes, over here," she said suddenly standing up and going to the other corner of the room, and instantly lifting up a little scrap of baby blue.

"What's that?" Harley asked.

"What's this? Silly, it's your costume," V announced proudly, shoving it at Harley, "Try it on and see how it fits, I'm pretty good at guessing sizes, but I can alter it if need be."

Harley took the little thing and held it up. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was two pieces. The top looked like a corset, but so short that there was no way it would even cover her belly button, and the bottoms looked like men's trousers, except unthinkably tight and short, barley long enough to cover her. The whole thing was decked out in lace and fancy embroidering; it would really be quite nice if there were only more of it.

"I can't wear this," Harley said, trying to hand it back to V.

"Don't be silly," V said, "Of course you can, you have the figure for it."

"No, really, I appreciate you making it, but I couldn't."

"Come on, I'll show you how to put it on." V reached out to grab Harley's shoulders.

"No!" Harley shouted nervously stepping back, despite the fact that half of V was a woman, she couldn't ignore the other half that was all man.

"Fine it you don't want my help, but try it on anyway." Harley couldn't help but notice the way V's voice had gotten suspiciously lower, but since it had gone back to normal and instant later, she didn't think anything of it.

"Don't be shy, dear, we're both girls here, my male half is just for show really."

Harley still felt uneasy, but V had been so nice to her, she hesitantly started removing her dress, after all, she had acted like a woman the whole time.

She slipped out of her dress and unbuttoned her petticoat, pushing it down to her waist. She hesitated before taking it off completely, though, not liking the way V was looking at her with greedy eyes. Just then, however, the door burst open.

Harley squeaked and threw her arms over her breasts.

"Calhoun, you should really nock before barging in somewhere uninvited, you never know what ladies are doing inside."

"Nice try, Victor, I saw the way you were looking at her. You shouldn't take advantage of Harley's ignorance concerning your situation."

Harley was busy pulling her dress back over herself when she heard V let out a deep, rich, manly laugh. Harley looked over at her in surprise.

"Come on, you can't blame a man for trying, can you? Especially when the opportunity presents itself so delightfully."

"Come on Harley," Cal said holding out his hand for her, she walked over to him, but didn't take his outstretched hand. Cal noticed Harley's costume lying on the floor where she used to be standing, and he bent down and picked it up, shoving it in his pocket.

"Thanks for the costume V," he said putting his hand behind Harley's back and leading her out of the trailer.

Harley felt confused and embarrassed as she followed Calhoun back to his tent.

"That was V, as you probably know, short for either Victor or Violet." He looked at Harley to gage her reaction to this news, but her face was impassive, "V has a double personality, one man, one woman. They change back and forth without rhyme or reason, but over time you'll be able to tell which one you're talking to based on their characteristics. I still wouldn't take my clothes off in front of either of them though."

Harley glared at him, "Well I didn't know."

"Of course not," Cal said gently, and they both walked into his tent. It was set up exactly the same as the last one was, and she almost half expected the same forest she ran through to be positioned behind it. "But you still have to try this on," he said pulling her outfit out of his pocket and trying to hand it to her.

"I absolutely will not," she said defiantly.

"Come on Harley," she could hear the weariness in his voice, "You were about to try it on five minutes ago."

"Well I've changed my mind."

"Harley, you get your furry little butt into this right now!"


"That's it," Cal marched over to her grabbing her dress and tearing it down the middle. He couldn't believe that he was doing this again, but she drove him to it.

Harley screamed and shoved at his shoulders, but she was no match for him. He continued doing what he wanted as if she were making no protest at all, ripping her petticoat off her body.

"Stop it," she said, punching and clawing wherever she could reach.

"Calm down," he said, but she continued to scream and struggle. Cal sat down on the little bed that was behind him, forcing her over his knees.

"Let me go!"

He gave her a rough smack on her exposed behind. She screamed furiously, increasing her struggles, but he just spanked her again.

Soon she was exhausted, lying limply across him. Cal stopped spanking her as soon as she stopped struggling, and when he was sure she wasn't going to start again, he rolled her over onto the bed.

She laid there staring up at him, naked and wary, and he picked up her outfit. Pulling her up into a sitting position, he gently guided her arms through the straps attached to the top of the corset-like thing, pulling it closed around her breasts and buttoning it shut.

Harley stared at his hands as he worked over the delicate buttons. She couldn't help but like the way they barely brushed her skin. When he was done, done he let the back of his hands run down her stomach, over her belly button.

He pushed her back against the bed, and stood up with the bottoms, sliding them up her legs and securing them in place around her hips. She was right that they would barley cover her butt.

"That's not so bad, now is it?"

Harley didn't respond.

"Come on, little rabbit, you'll get used to it," he said, placing his hands under her armpits and lifting her up off the bed, standing her in front of him. She looked positively sinful in that skimpy little outfit. Cal ran his hand over the fuzz on her lower back, down over her tail and butt.

"You look wonderful," he said, and she avoided his eyes. "Come on, let's get something to eat," he said going for the door.

"I can't go out there in this," she said stepping back.

"Harley, you're going to have to get used to wearing it sooner or later, it's your costume for the show. I normally wouldn't make you wear it after hours, but it'll be easier for you tomorrow. Now come on, you haven't eaten anything in three days, you need a good meal."


"Harley, I'm warning you."


"Fine, stay here then," he said and left. Harley stood there for a moment, not believing that she had been left alone again. She went and sat down on the bed. She could feel the gnawing emptiness in her stomach, and wanted to go out and get some food, but pride wouldn't let her. She hoped Cal would have sympathy on her and bring something back, but she didn't think he would.

She laid down on the bed, closing her eyes, and before she knew it she was asleep. She woke up she didn't know how long later to the hunger pains in her stomach, and thought she was imagining the plate of food floating in front of her.

When her eyes adjusted a bit, she realized that it was Cal who was holding the plate. She wondered what he would make her do before he would let her have the food, and she warily stayed where she was.

Cal set the plate down on the bedside table and gently pulled her up into a sitting position for the second time that night. He pulled off a little piece of chicken and held it to her lips. Harley was either too tired or too hungry to protest about him feeding her, she didn't let herself think about the fact that she no longer even wanted to.

She chewed and swallowed the chicken, and piece-by-piece Cal patiently fed her everything on the plate. They didn't talk, and as soon as Harley was done eating, she snuggled back down on the bed and fell instantly asleep, not waking again till late the next morning.

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