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Into the Third Dimension	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 13802 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Bunny Business
By the end of the second week of obedience school, Candace had learned more than she’d ever thought there was to learn about kissing, cocksucking, and sex positions, as well as hygiene and domestic skills. Now, on the fifteenth day of their training, things were about to change.
“Today is a special day,” Donna said that morning. “All of the girls with plastic collars, line up in front of me.”
Candace, being the only trainee in the room whose collar wasn’t plastic, appreciated that Donna had put it that way, rather than saying something like “Everyone but Candace line up.” It made Candace feel a little less excluded from whatever was coming next.
Donna reached behind her, picked up a cardboard box, and opened it. Inside were about a dozen leather collars like Candace’s.
“Now that you have all completed basic obedience training,” Donna said, “you have earned your leather collars. Everybody take one. Candace, would you go around and collect their plastic collars?”
Candace wasn’t sure how she was going to do that, given that as far as she knew, girls couldn’t remove their own collars or even their tags. But then there was a series of clicks as every plastic collar in the room unlocked itself. Candace guessed that the person behind the one-way mirror—perhaps Raymond Kovich, who owned both the obedience school and Donna, or else Eric Diaz or one of the other managers—had made that happen.
“Wow,” Candace heard one of the girls whisper as she took her plastic collar off. Candace guessed that some of these girls hadn’t taken their collars off in years—maybe even since they first put them on.
“Everyone,” Donna said, “attach your tag to your new collar. Then put the collar on.”
Most of the girls seemed excited to put on their new collars, and Candace guessed that she was witnessing a rite of passage. Maybe, in this world, switching from a plastic collar to a leather one was a little like having a bat mitzvah or a quinceañera—an acknowledgment that you were moving into a new, more grown-up stage of life.
But one girl—Nina, a smallish Latina on the Babygirl track who hadn’t been much of a talker during the training—didn’t put her leather collar on right away. She just held it in her hand, staring at it, even as Candace waited to collect the plastic collar in the girl’s other hand.
“Go on, sweetie,” Donna said. “Put it on. This is a whole new chapter of your life you’re starting, and your new collar is part of that.”
The girl, still staring at the collar, said, “I, I don’t want a new collar.”
Donna squatted down to put her face at Nina’s eye level and asked, “How come?”
“Because…everything’s gonna change.”
Donna took the girl’s hand and looked her in the eye.
“It’s true, sweetie,” Donna said. “But change is just part of life. And this is a good change, because once you have your leather collar, you can have an owner. And once you have an owner, a man you can devote yourself to completely, you’ll be happier than you’ve ever been.”
“Really?”
“I promise. Now, put that collar on, and remember that you have it because you earned it. So wear it with pride.”
The girl smiled a little at Donna. Then she put the collar around her neck.
As one, all the collars locked with a clicking sound, and their tags locked into place, too. Candace noticed some of the girls looking at themselves in the mirrors on the side wall, smiling as they saw how their leather collars looked on them.
“Congratulations, girls!” Donna said. “These collars tell the world that you have completed your basic obedience training. That you are ready to be bought, ready to be owned, and ready to be used for a man’s pleasure. Today, you are a girl in the fullest sense of the word. So give yourselves a cheer!”
“Yaaaaay!” the girls shouted.
Once the girls quieted down, Donna went on, “But by the time you leave here, you’ll be more than just ready—you’ll be the girl your owner wants you to be. Because today, you start your model training.
“All the girls who are going to be Bunnies will go to that side of the room and work with Fiona.” She pointed to the far wall, where a young woman whom Candace didn’t recognize was now standing. “The Babygirls will come to this side of the room and work with me.”
Suzy, Sally, and Nina followed Donna to her end of the room. Candace and the remaining eight girls went to the other end to stand in front of the lovely blond woman (girl, Candace reminded herself, we’re all girls here) who awaited them.
Fiona was short, maybe five-foot-three, and slim, too—except in the bust, as her breasts were easily twice the size of Donna’s. Their generous proportions were showcased by the crop top the young woman wore; it was tight around the curves of her breasts but hung loosely just below them, revealing her flat tummy and navel, which was pierced with a jeweled gold ring. Below that, Fiona had on a miniskirt and open-toe sandals that showed off her aqua-painted toenails. Her collar, like Donna’s, sported the image of an apple.
“Hi, girls!” she said. “I’m Fiona, and I’m going to be your Bunny trainer! I think you’re really going to like this part of your obedience training, because-” she lowered her voice to a mock whisper “-Bunnies have all the fun.” The girls chuckled.
“So,” Fiona continued, “let’s start with the basics. Who can tell me what Bunnies are like?”
Gretchen raised her hand. Fiona pointed to her.
“Bunnies are fun,” Gretchen said. “And sexy.”
“Good!” Fiona replied. “And what do Bunnies do to be sexy…Adyson?” Fiona asked, pointing at the brunette girl.
“Um,” Adyson replied, “they, uh, they dress sexy. Like, they wear tight clothes, and really short skirts, and stuff.”
“They sure do. What else—Holly?”
“They’re good at dancing,” the pigtailed girl replied confidently.
“Bunnies are great at dancing,” Fiona said, wiggling her hips sexily and making the girls giggle. “And we’re going to do tons of it! But first, let’s talk about the basics of being a Bunny.”
Fiona walked over to an easel that stood in front of the wall. On it was a flip chart whose first page read “BEING YOUR BEST BUNNY” in cheery yellow lettering on a blue background. Fiona then turned the page to reveal four words, written in four different colors.
“A Bunny lives by what we call the four Fs,” she said. Then, using a pointer to indicate each word on the chart in turn, she said, “Fun, Flirty, Frisky, and Fuckable!” The girls tittered.
Fiona flipped the chart page to a new one titled “Fun.” She alternately looked at the girls and pointed to the bullet points beneath the title as she spoke.
“Fun means always having an upbeat attitude and always being ready to have a good time. It also means being able to look on the bright side of any situation. A good Bunny has an infectious joy that helps others around her—men and girls—have fun, too.”
She flipped the chart again. “Flirty means being able to use your words and your actions to show your man—and other girls—that you’re attracted to them. We’ll talk lots about how to be flirty.
“Frisky means being sexy, but not just in a passive way like some models. It means showing off your sexiness all the time, by the way you dress, and talk, and act.”
She flipped the chart as she said, “Of course, the best of the four Fs is Fuckable. It means that a Bunny is always ready for sex. That’s true for every model, of course, but it goes double for us Bunnies, because we have lots of sex with other girls as well as with our owner. Which is part of why being a Bunny is the best!”
Fiona put down the pointer and turned to the girls.
“Now, speaking of owners,” she said. “You probably know that different models use different names for their owner. For example, a Girl Friday calls him her boss, a Pet calls him her master, and a Babygirl calls him her daddy. But a Bunny calls her owner her man, regardless of his age.”
She pointed to Candace. “Candace, quickly: Who is your man?”
“Uh, um, Jeremy Johnson is my man!” Candace replied. It gave her a thrill to say it.
“Oooh, Johnson,” Fiona replied with a wry smile. “One of my favorite last names.” The girls tittered again.
“Holly,” Fiona asked, “who is your man?”
“Pedro Flores is my man.”
“Adyson, who is your man?”
“Um,” the girl replied awkwardly, “I don’t have a man yet.”
“You mean you haven’t been sold yet,” Fiona replied. “Until you are, your sire is your man.”
“Then, uh, Harold Sweetwater is my man,” Adyson said.
Fiona quickly went around the rest of the group, and each girl stated who her man was. Fiona then explained that a Bunny typically addressed her man by his first name unless he wanted her to call him something else.
The rest of the first morning of Bunny training turned out to be surprisingly fun. After Fiona quizzed the group on the Four Fs, the next subject she covered was wardrobe. Most Bunnies, she explained, received an allowance to buy clothes, so a Bunny needed to be an expert at selecting outfits that would help her simultaneously fulfill all four of the Fs.
“None of you has much in the way of boobs yet,” Fiona said, standing in front of several open wardrobes along the back wall. “But that doesn’t mean you should be shy about your chest. Instead, show off what you’ve got! When you’re choosing a top, go with something nice and tight so your nipples show through. And none of you needs to wear a bra, so don’t!” she added cheerfully. “Unless your man wants you to, of course.”
She turned to Candace and waved at one of the wardrobes.
“Candace, see if you can pick a tube top that’s the right size for you.”
Carefully, Candace looked through the tops. They all had size labels, but Candace knew these would only be so helpful, given that sizing varied by brand. She picked up a few tops and held them up to her chest before choosing a blue one.
“Um, this one?” she said.
“Try it on and let’s see,” Fiona replied.
Candace pulled off her red top and was about to put on the tube top when Fiona wiggled a finger at Candace’s chest and said, “Candaaaaaace, I think you’re forgetting something.”
Candace looked down at herself and realized that she was still wearing her training bra. Embarrassed, she quickly unhooked it and pulled it off.
“Why don’t you just leave that in your cubby for the rest of your time here?” Fiona said. “It doesn’t do anything for you. I bet your man would be happy if you never wore it again.”
“Okay,” Candace replied rapidly, stuffing it into her cubby as though the bra were a particularly odious piece of trash. If Jeremy didn’t like it, Candace thought, she would happily set fire to it when she got home.
Candace then pulled on the tube top over her bare chest. She was disappointed to see that it was a bit loose on her.
“Don’t worry, Candace, you’ll learn,” Fiona said. “Try one that’s two sizes smaller.”
Candace found a green top in the suggested size and put it on in place of the blue one. The green top felt very snug, but not enough to be uncomfortable.
“That’s so much better!” Fiona exclaimed. Turning to the others, she said, “Girls, see how Candace’s breasts and nipples show through the fabric? It’s super-sexy.”
“Yeah,” Gretchen agreed. “If she wears that the next time she sees her man, I bet he’ll feel her up before she can even say hello.” Some of the girls giggled.
“And getting felt up is awesome!” Fiona replied. “Titties were made for touching, after all.” She put her hands on her own boobs and squeezed, making the girls giggle.
“Gretchen,” Fiona said, “you choose a top next.”
After everyone had learned the basics of tube tops, Fiona said that they would be learning about other kinds of Bunny-appropriate tops in the coming days. Then she asked the group a question.
“There’s a part of you that’s even more important than your chest. Can anyone guess what it is?”
“Your brain?” Candace blurted.
Fiona burst into laughter. “Oh, gosh, no! For a Bunny, that’s the least important part. Anyone else want to guess?”
“Your butt!” Holly shouted.
“Exactly!” Fiona cheered, slapping herself on the ass. “Your ass can be your most important feature, especially for girls your age, so you need to learn how to really show it off. And I’m not just talking about the clothes you wear; I’m talking about the way you walk, the way you stand, and definitely the way you dance. But first—Holly, since you got the question right, you can be the first one to pick a miniskirt to try on.”
It took Holly a couple of tries to find the right miniskirt for her size and shape, but her third attempt was clearly a success. The little electric-blue skirt not only clung to the girl’s ass in the most revealing and flattering way possible, but the hem was just high enough to give everyone an occasional flash of Holly’s bright-orange panties as the girl walked around modeling the skirt for her classmates. Candace was glad that she was supposed to look at girls now, because she found the sight of Holly’s nicely displayed ass rather riveting. When Holly passed in front of Candace and saw her looking, Holly wiggled her ass at Candace before moving on.
“Good, Holly!” Fiona cheered. “And Candace, too, for giving Holly’s cute little ass the attention it deserves. You’re both really living up to the Four Fs right now. Everyone remember what they are?”
“Fun, Flirty, Frisky, and Fuckable!” the girls shouted in near unison.
Fiona continued her lecture as the rest of the girls browsed the rack. A flatteringly tight fit, Fiona said, was as important in a miniskirt as it was in a tube top. But length was also critical, as Holly had demonstrated.
As Candace pulled on a hot-pink skirt that, in her opinion, showed off her small ass to good effect, Fiona asked, “Girls, what’s the most important part of you? Even more important than your breasts, or your ass? Adyson, what do you think?”
“Um,” the girl replied, “your…pussy?”
“Very good!” Fiona cheered. “The point of a miniskirt isn’t just to show off your ass—it’s to get your man thinking about your pussy, even when he’s not actually looking at it. Showing off your thighs, or a flash of panty as you bend over or cross your legs, reminds him of that sweet, special little treat under your skirt that’s for him and him alone.”
Candace decided that there was something oddly romantic about that idea. So she was enthusiastic in trying on miniskirts—and, in subsequent Bunny sessions, short-shorts and different kinds of skin-tight pants, as well as various revealing tops and many kinds of shoes. As she tried these items on and learned about how to choose the right ones for her body type, Candace felt an illicit thrill: The old Candace would never have been allowed to leave the house in any of these clothes, but for Bunny-Candace, they were practically the required uniform.
After the miniskirt lesson, Fiona told the girls that they would be continuing certain activities they had been doing since they arrived, including their exercise sessions and thirty to sixty minutes of daily blowjob practice. During that day’s practice, which came at the end of the morning, both Fiona and Donna supervised the girls as they knelt before their simcocks.
“It’s traditional,” Fiona said, “for Bunnies to take their tits out before they start a blowjob. That way, you’re pleasing your man’s eyes as well as his dick. It also reminds him that he owns you, body and soul. So don’t forget that when you look up at his face while you suck him, you should be saying with your eyes, ‘I belong to you.’”
Candace was still wearing the tube top she had tried on earlier, so she simply had to pull the top up to expose her little titties. When she did it, she imagined Jeremy’s eyes falling on her bare breasts, which made Candace even more enthusiastic during practice as she sucked and then swallowed the simcock.
After cocksucking practice came lunch, then an in-depth discussion of lingerie, during which Candace added many more terms to her underclothing vocabulary: teddy, merry widow, bustier, and so forth. Candace felt like she would never tire of learning about all the beautiful things that existed for her to wear—and to shop for.
Thinking about shopping made Candace think of Stacy. It had been more than two weeks now since Candace inadvertently left her own dimension, and she missed her best friend. Yes, there was also a Stacy in this dimension, but Candace couldn’t talk to her, either.
This was far from the first time Candace had been struck by such thoughts since her arrival. She worried about her parents and how they might react to Candace’s disappearance. Assuming, of course, that Candace’s hypothetical doppelganger, Candac3, hadn’t switched places with Candace and wasn’t faking her way through Candace’s life the way Candace was faking her way through Candac3’s. Candace tried not to think about what a version of herself raised in this world would be doing with First-Dimension Jeremy right now.
Candace wasn’t the only one missing home. Since obedience school began, some of the other girls had talked about missing their nans, their sires, and other girls in their households. Donna had explained to them all that the best way to deal with missing people was to focus on the people you were with now, saying, “A girl needs to live in the moment.”
At 2:15 came the normal afternoon break. But this time, instead of all going into one room, the Bunnies went through one of the break room doors and the Babygirls through the other. Candace saw that a divider had been pulled across the room, leaving about three-quarters of it for the Bunnies.
“Welcome to the Bunny Lounge, girls!” Fiona announced. “Here, you can enjoy things Bunnies love: magazines, music, games, and RabbitEars.” On that last item, Fiona pointed to the TV, which was on with the sound turned down. “RabbitEars has got everything from fashion and makeup tips to cocksucking techniques, so it’s the perfect thing for a Bunny to watch when she’s got some down time.”
Candace looked around. The room now had a magazine rack with several issues of Sweet Buns, which appeared to be a Bunny-oriented fashion mag. There was also a shelf of board games with names like Poles and Holes, The Biggest Slut, and Naughty Girls Get Spanked.
Later, Candace learned that the smaller portion of the divided break room had been turned into the Playroom, where the Babygirls would go during breaks. The Playroom had games, dolls (which were anatomically correct), and other toys—including sex toys—for the Babygirls to play with. There were also issues of a fashion magazine called Pretty Baby.
Over the next couple of days, Candace got to see a little of what the Babygirls were being taught. There seemed to be considerable emphasis on submission and obedience, as the girls were trained to have a demure attitude and demeanor. Which, Candace thought, was probably why Suzy’s father (sire, she reminded herself) had chosen that model for her. The girls also learned a lot about how to be cute in their speech, dress, and behavior, and how to mix sexiness with the cuteness. Among other things, each of the Babygirls learned to do various simple gymnastics—cartwheels, back bridges, and so forth—in such a way as to show off her body to her daddy and to give him a seemingly innocent show of her panties or her bare, bald pussy (maybe while making a cutesy comment like, “Oopsie, I forgot my undies”). When a Babygirl reached puberty, Candace heard Donna say, she was expected to keep her pussy shaved baby-bald unless her daddy told her to do otherwise.
The morning when the Babygirls started learning gymnastics, the Bunnies began some physical training of their own.
“Today,” Fiona began, “we’re going to learn about one of the most fun things Bunnies do: dancing!”
There was a murmur of interest among the girls. Candace could understand the girls’ enthusiasm; she had always liked dancing, and it was exciting to think that dancing was going to be part of her job, her lifestyle.
“A Bunny dances a lot,” Fiona continued, “both with her man and for her man. I know most of you have probably learned a few things from watching other girls dance, but now you’re going to become real pros.
“We’ll start off with what you could call club dancing. This is a kind of dancing you can do anywhere and with anyone—with your man, with another girl, or by yourself. In club dancing, your clothes stay on, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be as sexy as you can, because dancing is part of being Frisky!
“Remember what we said about how your ass can be your most important feature?” Fiona continued. “Well, that’s definitely true when you’re club dancing. You’re going to learn how to shake it, swirl it, bounce it, and generally make everyone in the room want to grab a handful of it.” The girls tittered.
Fiona turned on the video screen. It showed a girl dancing to rhythmic, percussion-heavy music by variously wiggling her hips, bouncing her ass, and spinning around to make her miniskirt fly up and reveal the high-cut leopard-print panties underneath.
Fiona then instructed the girls in the basics of twerking. Back in her own dimension, Candace had tried twerking when she was alone in her room and really hadn’t gotten the hang of it, as evidenced by the lamp she’d accidentally broken by knocking it off her desk with her butt. She’d probably gotten closer to twerking correctly the time she had squirrels in her pants.
But by watching and imitating Fiona, Candace learned how to shake, swirl, and bounce her ass sexily. Once again, it excited Candace not only to be doing something that her parents would never have allowed but to actually be receiving formal instruction in it. Plus, she liked the idea of making Jeremy want to look at her ass. And if Candace could get good at twerking, she almost certainly could make him want that; when Adyson, who seemed to be a natural at twerking, got up and danced in front of the rest of the group, Candace couldn’t help but look at the young girl’s bouncing, jiggling ass the entire time she performed.
In the ensuing days, the Bunny trainees learned other forms of sexy club dancing, as well as the basics of pole dancing and, of course, striptease. Candace strived to be good at all of them.
On the third morning of Bunny training, right after breakfast, Fiona broached a new topic.
“All right, girls,” she said excitedly. “Time to talk about flirting! As you know, flirting is an important part of being a Bunny, which is why we’re so good at it.” The others chuckled.
“Now,” Fiona continued, “a Bunny flirts with her man, but she never flirts with other guys unless her owner wants her to. She definitely flirts with other girls, though—especially fellow Bunnies. That’s what we’ll talk about today.”
She moved over next to Holly and said, “Now, let’s pretend that Holly is my man, and that Gretchen is Candace’s man. The two men are friends, and they’ve just run into each other.”
Candace moved over next to Gretchen. Then Holly took a few steps toward Gretchen and said, “Hey, um, dude.” Some of the girls giggled.
“Hey, bro,” Gretchen replied, eliciting more giggles.
Fiona moved up to Candace and conspicuously looked her up and down with a smile on her face.
“Hey, Candace,” she said sexily. “Love the new skirt.”
“Um, thanks,” Candace replied, glancing down at the leather miniskirt she’d put on for the day.
Fiona broke character and said, “Candace, when I say something like that, and I look at you like that, I’m inviting you to flirt with me. So now you need to be sexy back to me. Think: What could you say to me after I say I love your new skirt?”
Candace thought for a moment, then smiled as an idea came to her. She turned sideways to Fiona and bent forward a bit as she replied, with her lips in a naughty pout, “You don’t think it’s too tight?”
“Candace, that was perfect!” Fiona exclaimed. “Let’s keep going.”
Fiona moved close to Candace, then slid her hand over the redhead’s leather-clad ass and replied, “Oh, I think it’s just tight enough.”
“WhoooOOOooo!” Holly and Gretchen howled.
“Now at this point,” Fiona said, “we both look at our men. If they’re talking to each other and not paying attention to us, then we can just chat or whatever until they want us for something. But if they’re watching us—like Holly and Gretchen are doing right now—that means they want to see more.”
Resuming her role, Fiona turned back to Candace. She pressed her front against Candace’s, such that Candace could feel Fiona’s large, soft breasts through her thin top. Then Fiona put both hands on Candace’s lower back and slid them down over her ass.
“You have such a nice body, Candace,” Fiona said, her lips inches from Candace’s own.
Candace reached around Fiona and cupped the woman’s firm ass in both hands as she replied, “Yours is awfully nice, too.” Then, after a moment of thought, she asked, “Can I play with it?”
Fiona turned to Holly. “Can she play with my body, Holly? Can she touch me in all my naughtiest places?”
Candace felt warm all over. Not only were Fiona’s words incredibly sexy, but the teasingly erotic way she said them made Candace long to touch Fiona…everywhere.
Holly grinned and replied, in her best man-voice, “Oh, yeah, she can.”
Fiona turned back to Candace and kissed her long and slow, pressing her body against Candace’s. Candace kissed her back and slid one hand up onto one of Fiona’s breasts, holding it and squeezing it gently as they kissed. Fiona broke off the kiss.
“You’re doing great, Candace!” she said. “Now, there are a few different ways the situation could go from here. Candace, if the boys stop watching us, what do we do next?”
Thinking back to what Fiona had said earlier, Candace replied, “Um, we stop fooling around, and we just chat or whatever until we’re needed.”
“Good,” Fiona said. Then she turned to the group. “Now, what if our men are still watching? Holly?”
“Um, well, you keep going, right?” the gap-toothed girl replied.
“Yes,” Fiona replied, “but what exactly would we do next?”
“I, I dunno,” the girl said, frowning.
“That’s all right, Holly. You don’t know what to do next because there’s an important piece of information you don’t have, which is where this is happening.
“If you’re on the street or in other public places where you’re not allowed to take your clothes off, there are only certain things you can do. Who can think of some?”
Adyson raised her hand. “Tongue kissing!”
“Yes, definitely,” Fiona replied. “What else?”
“Well,” Gretchen said, “you could touch each other through your clothes like you’ve been doing, or you could put your hands under each other’s clothes.”
“That’s good,” Fiona replied, “but give me an example. How could I put my hands under Candace’s clothes right now?”
“Um, you could put your hand on her tummy and slide it up under her crop top to touch her boobs.” Gretchen grinned and added, “Which’ll work great, since Candace obviously isn’t wearing a bra.”
Adyson looked at Candace’s chest and added, “Mmm, those nips look like candy.”
“All right, everyone,” Fiona said. “Settle down, and we’ll keep going.”
Fiona turned back to Candace and kissed her again. This time, Fiona slid one hand up under Candace’s top to squeeze her small, bare breast.
“Wow,” Adyson said. “That looks really hot.”
“And that’s the whole idea,” Fiona replied. “Adyson, how else could I touch Candace if we were in public?”
“Um, you could, uh, reach your hand up her skirt.”
“I definitely could,” Fiona replied.
She put her hand on Candace’s thigh and slid it upward until she was cupping Candace’s panty-covered pussy mound.
“To start off,” Fiona said, “I could just give Candace’s pussy a little squeeze.” Which Fiona actually did, saying, “Feels like a nice, ripe peach.” Some of the girls tittered.
“Then,” Fiona continued, “if our men seem to want more, I could move the crotch of Candace’s panties aside and play with her pussy. Like this.”
Fiona’s slim fingers hooked the crotch of the thong panties Candace was wearing that day and pulled it aside just enough to expose Candace’s little red-tufted pussy beneath her skirt. Only when Fiona moved the tip of her finger up and down between Candace’s pussy lips did the redhead realize that she’d gotten wet in the course of this exercise.
“Now, Candace,” Fiona said, “lift one leg up so that your thigh is against my hip. Not only will that look sexy, but it will give me better access to your pussy.”
Candace raised her leg and felt her pussy open. Then Fiona pushed one finger inside her, making Candace moan.
“Good,” Fiona said.
She started to move her finger in and out of Candace as she spoke to the group. “I’m actually finger-fucking Candace right now, but no one passing by would be able to see what I’m doing. Of course, our men wouldn’t be able to see it, either, but they can see on Candace’s face how much she’s liking what I’m doing. Look at her flushed cheeks, and her parted lips; that’s the look of a girl who’s turned on. And that’s what our men want to see. Any questions?”
“Um,” Holly said, “what if you’re not on the street? I mean, what if you’re in a place where you can take your clothes off?”
Still slowly finger-fucking Candace, Fiona replied, “That’s exactly what I was going to get to next. When you’re in a man’s home, at a party, at the beach, or any place with optional or mandatory female nudity, then there are lots of things you can do.
“Which is why we’re going to spend a lot of time talking about girl-on-girl sex. Every model learns at least a little bit about that, but,” she added proudly, “we Bunnies are the best at it. Remember, girls, the better you are at putting on a sexy show for your man, the more likely it is that he’ll want to fuck you when you’re finished. Now, everyone get with your partner, and we’ll practice what I just showed you.”
Candace was paired with Holly, and since Candace had been the recipient of Fiona’s manual pleasuring, she now was assigned to give Holly’s pussy the same treatment. Candace had to admit to herself that it was kind of fun and exciting to reach down into the girl’s short-shorts and play with Holly’s little bald pussy, making the girl squirm and moan softly with pleasure
Indeed, over the next several days, the Bunnies-in-training spent a great deal of time learning about Sapphic pleasure: not just how to give and receive it, but how to do so in a way that their men would find entertaining.
Candace’s mind latched on to the notion that doing well at girl-on-girl sex would also mean more sex with Jeremy. If she could learn to make it look as hot as Fiona did, she could turn Jeremy on like crazy, and then he would want to fuck her like crazy.
With this in mind, Candace threw herself into the study of of lesbian sex. She learned how to please another girl’s breasts with her hands, lips, and tongue. She learned the proper way to rub a girl’s clit and finger her pussy—both to tease and to satisfy, according to her man’s whim. The most challenging lessons for Candace were those in the art of cunnilingus, which Candace found came much less easily to her then did learning to perform oral sex on a man.
After lunch and some more discussion of proper Bunny attire (Fiona added, “by which I mean very, very improper”), Fiona said, “Our next subject this afternoon relates to the first of the four F’s: Fun. In this case, fun and games. Because one of the things that make Bunnies the best is all the sexy games we know how to play.”
Candace had thought that Fiona was going to explain some of the board games that were available in the Bunny Lounge. A day earlier, Candace had come into the lounge to watch a bit of RabbitEars before bed and had caught the tail end of a round of Naughty Girls Get Spanked played by Gretchen, Adyson, and Holly. Candace’s only takeaway from observing the end of the game was that Holly must have won and Gretchen must have lost, given the big gap-toothed smile on Holly’s face and the redness of the pouting Gretchen’s little bare butt. But it turned out that Fiona was talking about a different kind of game.
“Role playing,” Fiona continued, “is all about pretending—just like when you were little. But it’ll be even more fun when you’re a Bunny. There are lots and lots of different roles a Bunny can play, so today, we’re just going to talk about some of the most popular ones.”
Fiona then showed a video of Bunnies playing various games with their men. These included “Naughty Nan,” in which the man pretended to be a young boy, and the Bunny pretended to be his nan, who seduces him and introduces him to sex; “Let’s Make a Baby,” in which the man fucked his Bunny while she begged him to impregnate her and he panted that he was going to put a baby in her womb that very moment; and games in which the Bunny pretended to be a different model—in these examples, a Babygirl and a Girl Friday.
The last game shown in the video was called “Punish the I.” In it, the man bent his Bunny over a table and told her what a bad, nasty girl she was while he fucked her brutally and the Bunny screamed and begged the man to stop. Thankfully, the Bunny in the video was a bad enough actress that Candace could tell she wasn’t actually being raped.
When the video ended, the Bunnies were paired up to try the games for themselves. Not only did the screen indicate who would be partnered with whom, but it also specified which game each pair of trainees would play.
Because there was an odd number of Bunny trainees, Fiona often participated in the exercises. Today, Candace was partnered with her to play Baby Bunny, the game in which the Bunny pretended to be a little girl, like a Babygirl would.
“Just to let you know, Candace,” Fiona said as she and Candace walked over to a chair near the wall, “the choice of which games you girls learn to play isn’t random. You got Baby Bunny because it’s one of the games that your man specifically asked the Academy to teach you.”
Candace felt the needle of her internal motivation-meter rise. It was one thing to practice a game that Jeremy might never actually ask her to play, but quite another to practice one that she knew he wanted to play with her. Which, Candace supposed, was why Fiona had mentioned it. It also explained what Jeremy had said about a game called “Little Candace” when he’d found her in the maze after her arrival in this dimension.
When their game began, Fiona sat down in the chair. Candace pretended to enter the room, trying to amble like a little girl.
“Hi, Daddy,” Candace said demurely. Then, imitating the girl who had demonstrated the Baby Bunny game in the video, she asked, “Can I sit on your lap?”
“Sure, baby,” Fiona replied. Candace was grateful that Fiona didn’t try to speak in a man’s voice, which would have made Candace laugh and break the mood of the game.
Candace was too tall to climb up onto Fiona’s lap, so she tried to sit down on it in the cutesiest way she could, doing a sort of curtsy that ensured that Candace’s skirt was out of the way and her panties were in direct contact with Fiona’s thigh.
“That’s my girl,” Fiona murmured, moving her hands slowly up and down Candace’s stomach and chest. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you in all your sweet little holes tonight?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Candace replied, squirming in Fiona’s lap as though she were trying to rub her pussy against the bulge in her man’s pants. “Nanny says all my holes belong to you.”
Fiona ran her hand up Candace’s bare thigh and then up her skirt to caress Candace’s pussy through her panties.
“Nanny’s right, baby,” she said. “My little girl was born to take my cock, any way I want to put it in her.”
Candace had learned from the video that in this game, there was one answer a Bunny could always give when it wasn’t obvious what else she should say, so she said it: “Yes, Daddy.” Fiona nodded in approval.
***
One thing Candace realized during the initial days of Bunny training was that having a model was in some ways liberating. Even though you had choices about what to wear, you at least had an idea of how to dress, because a Bunny always wore something sexy. You didn’t have to decide how to act around other girls, because a Bunny was always flirty and fun with other girls. And you didn’t have to decide how you felt about things, because a Bunny always had a positive attitude. It seemed that a model wasn’t just a look, or a pattern of behavior; it was an entire approach to life. So Candace was ready to throw herself into the next lesson of that afternoon.
“Next,” the blonde Bunny said, “we get to talk about the most fun thing of all: fucking!”
“Yaaaaay!” the girls cheered.
“As you know,” Fiona went on, “when it comes to fucking, every girl should be ready to take her owner’s cock wherever, whenever, and however he wants to give it to her. But like with so many things, a Bunny doesn’t stop there. She makes sure her man knows she’s always ready. Not just by telling him, but by showing him.
“So let’s talk about what to do when that special moment comes—when all of your flirting and sexiness pay off, and your man is thinking about using your body the way it was made to be used.
“If he’s really horny, he’ll want to get right down to fucking. When he takes out his hard cock, there’s no reason to hide how excited you are! It’s natural for a girl to love cock, and there’s no reason why you shouldn’t.”
“I can’t even look at a cock without wanting to open my legs,” Gretchen said. Proudly, she added, “My sire says I’m a natural spreader.”
“That’s terrific, Gretchen!” Fiona replied. “What about the rest of you? How do you feel when you see a cock?”
“Well…” Katie started. “I, um…”
Fiona turned to her. “Go on, Katie.”
“I…like cocks,” she said. “Maybe…too much?”
Fiona chuckled. “I’m not certain that’s possible, but why don’t you tell us what you mean?”
“Well, a few weeks ago, I was at the beach with my sire and his two sons, and I was naked, like normal. But my sire thought it would be fun if he and the boys were naked, too, so they all took off their swim trunks.” The girls collectively oohed.
“Now that sounds like a good day at the beach!” Adyson declared. The girls laughed.
“My sire’s younger son is only three,” Katie went on. “But even so, I couldn’t stop looking at his cock. It was so cute that I just wanted to touch it and kiss it and play with it. Especially because I think it got hard from him seeing me naked.” She looked up at Fiona. “Is that weird?”
Fiona tousled Katie’s blonde twintails as she replied, “Not at all, sweetie. In fact, if that situation ever comes up again, why don’t you ask your sire if you can play with his son’s cock? I bet he’ll say yes.”
“Really?” Katie said.
“A lot of fathers want their sons to learn early on that girls exist to serve them sexually. You would be helping your sire teach his son that lesson. And now that you have your leather collar, your sire might even tell you to lie down, spread your legs, and let his little boy fuck you right there on the beach.”
Katie’s cheeks turned a deep pink and her eyes looked a bit dreamy as she replied, “Okay.”
“Now,” Fiona said, “getting back to the subject of this lesson, what are some ways that a Bunny can show her man that she’s always ready for sex?”
“Um,” Holly said, “wearing skimpy panties would help. You know, the kind that he can just pull aside to expose your pussy and asshole whenever he wants.”
“And wearing short skirts,” Adyson added, “so he can see that you’re wearing that kind of panties.”
Candace thought of something and jumped in. “And bending over when he’s looking at you to make sure he sees.”
“Good ideas, girls!” Fiona replied. “Now, let’s watch this video to get some more of them.”
The video, titled Bunnies Love to Fuck, consisted of a series of short vignettes of different Bunnies doing all manner of things to show their men that they were ready for sex. One Bunny, when her man pulled her sideways onto his lap to kiss her and fondle her tits, worked her ass against his crotch, while another Bunny in the same situation turned around and straddled her man’s lap to grind her pussy against the bulge in his jeans. In both scenarios, the man ultimately pulled down the girl’s short-shorts or pulled up her miniskirt and fucked her right there in the chair.
“Of course,” Fiona said as the scene in the video changed, “being Fuckable doesn’t always guarantee that you’ll get fucked. But it sure doesn’t hurt!” The girls tittered.
The next scene showed a pretty redheaded Bunny in bed with her man, who was just waking up. The Bunny pulled off her skimpy nightgown and panties, and when the man opened his eyes and looked at her, the Bunny smiled at him naughtily and fondled one of her own substantial breasts. The man kept watching, so the Bunny spread her legs, then slid her other hand down over her neatly trimmed red bush and between her pale thighs to play with her pink pussy. It didn’t take more than half a minute of this before the man rolled on top of her and gave her a good hard fuck, bringing the Bunny to a screaming climax.
When the video ended, Fiona said, “Now, once you’ve got your man’s attention and you’re sure he’s horny, one thing you might do next is strip for him.”
The room lights went down, making the atmosphere seem intimate.
“Undressing for your man is a lot more than just taking your clothes off in front of him,” Fiona said. “Remember that he’ll be seeing you naked quite a lot, so just baring your body won’t be enough to make it special for him.
“You’ve already learned how to strip to music, how to make it fun and sexy. Now I’m talking about how to strip for your man in an intimate way, when you’re alone with him and it seems like the time is right for sex.
“So what I want each of you to do is imagine that you are undressing for your man. That he’s watching you, and that you’re trying to please him by showing him your body. Close your eyes if you need to.”
Candace shut her eyes and pictured Jeremy before her. They were in his bedroom, and he was sitting on his bed, looking at her. Looking at nothing but her. She looked back at him, and then slowly, she peeled her red tube top up and off, revealing her small breasts to him.
“Like when you’re sucking his cock,” Fiona said, “when you undress for him, you need to talk to him with your eyes, and with your body. Candace, put your hands on your stomach and slowly move them up to your breasts. Hold them from underneath, like you’re offering them to Jeremy. Undressing for your man isn’t just about showing him your body; it’s about giving him your body.”
Candace put her hands on her flat stomach and then moved them up until they were cupping her breasts.
These are for you, Jeremy, she thought. Then, mentally paraphrasing the mantra from the morning meditation, she continued, My breasts are yours to touch, yours to suck, yours to use however you want.
“Very nice, Candace,” Fiona said. Then she looked at the other girls. “The rest of you don’t have breasts yet, but that doesn’t mean your man isn’t interested in your chest. Push it out and show him your nipples. Think about how much you want him to touch them, to caress them with his fingertips, to kiss and suck them.”
After a moment, Fiona said, “That’s good, Holly. Your nipples are getting erect, and that will make your man more interested in them.”
“Pedro likes playing with my nipples,” Holly replied. “It’s one of my favorite things. I can’t wait ‘til I have real titties for him to suck on.”
“I bet Pedro is looking forward to that, too!” Fiona replied. Then, addressing the group of topless girls, she said, “Now, let’s take our bottoms off. Remember to make it slow and sensual, and to think about showing what’s underneath to your man. I’ll let you decide exactly what part you want to show him first.”
For a moment, Candace watched the other girls begin to take off their bottoms. Gretchen, who was wearing a pair of very tight shorts, turned sideways to her imaginary lover and slowly bent forward as she pushed the shorts down, showing him her panty-clad ass in profile. Holly turned fully around and looked back over her shoulder, then undid the side-snaps of her miniskirt and tossed the garment away, revealing her ass in its lacy white thong.
But at this moment, Candace didn’t want to put her focus—or rather, Jeremy’s focus—on her ass. She again closed her eyes and pictured herself in Jeremy’s bedroom, with Jeremy’s eyes upon her. Then she closed two fingers around the zipper of her tight skirt and slowly pulled it down until the skirt fell to the floor around her ankles. Now, in Candace’s mind, she was standing before Jeremy in only a pair of tiny, baby-blue panties. Then she slid her hand down her stomach and her panties until she was gently cupping her pussy.
This is yours, Jeremy, she thought. Yours to touch, yours to use, yours to fuck as deep and hard and long as you want…
Candace’s eyes were still closed when Fiona said, “All right, now your panties.”
Candace turned around and bent over to push her panties down. Her eyes still closed and her lips parted, Candace pictured Jeremy looking at her from behind as she slowly revealed her pale-pink pussy to him.
Please fuck me, Jeremy, she thought. Please use me the way I was born to be used.
“Good job, girls!” Fiona said. “Now, get dressed, and we’ll have a short break. Then we’ll have an even more fun lesson than this one.”
Twenty minutes later, when the Bunny trainees had reassembled in the training room, Fiona said, “For our last lesson of the day, we’re going to practice dancing some more. But this time, we’re going to focus on dancing with other people: your man, other Bunnies, and girls of other models. This won’t be too hard for you all, because you’ve already learned a lot about dancing and flirting. What we’re going to do today is basically doing both at the same time.
“We’ll start off practicing dancing with other Bunnies. Most girls in other models don’t get as much dance training as Bunnies do, so if you’re dancing with one, you may need to help her along.”
Candace realized that this was what Stacy had been doing—or trying to do—that day on the beach. Because Candace wasn’t a Bunny, Stacy had taken the lead and tried to show Candace how to move.
“We’ll get to that in a little while,” Fiona continued. “For now, everyone get with your partner.”
This time around, Candace was paired with Wendy—the girl with the beautifully wavy long brown hair and fine-featured face, whose lips Candace had found strangely appealing during the nudity lesson on the first day of obedience school.
At Fiona’s direction, the girls formed two lines about five feet apart, with the Greens and Reds facing each other.
“When the music comes on,” Fiona said, putting on a headset microphone, “you’ll start with some club dancing. But right from the beginning, dance with the other girl: Watch her, trade moves with her, and of course give her some sexy looks.”
Fiona put some music on the sound system. The volume was lower than typical club-level, though, since Fiona needed to be able to talk to the girls over the music. Candace looked at Wendy as she started to dance, trying to move with the younger girl.
Wendy was clearly doing the same thing, watching Candace’s every move to bring herself into rhythm with her, and soon the two girls were dancing very much in sync. So much so that Candace could focus less on the movements and more on Wendy herself.
She really was a pretty girl—beautiful, even, despite only being eleven years old. And the way she looked at Candace with those dark eyes of hers felt like more than flirting, like Wendy really was attracted to Candace. Candace felt her body grow warm all over, and not just from the exercise.
“Now, girls,” Fiona said, “move closer to your partner, and amp up your flirting.”
Candace moved within arm’s reach of Wendy and continued dancing with her. Wendy was wearing a form-fitting, midriff-exposing crop top, and even though the girl was preadolescent, Candace found herself appreciating the lovely shape of Wendy’s stomach, and the way her nipples—which looked a bit stiff—looked through her tight top. Her short-shorts showed off her legs all the way to the upper thigh, and the way the shorts’ crotch seemed to hug the girl’s little mound was very appealing.
Candace made eye contact with her and found it hypnotic. Wendy seemed to look at nothing but Candace—her face, her body—as the two girls danced closer and closer to each other.
Fiona, who apparently had stepped away from her partner to give feedback to the others, said, “You two are doing fantastic! Now Wendy, I can see how much you keep looking at Candace’s breasts, and I just know your man would want you to do more than look. So as you’re dancing, just take your hands and run them lightly down Candace’s body.”
Wendy’s hands, with their delicate, feminine fingers, alighted on Candace’s shoulders and slowly moved downward. Wendy gave Candace a sexy smile.
“Oh, that’s just great, Wendy! As your hands come down, let your fingertips just graze Candace’s breasts. Make sure you touch her nipples as you do it; she’ll like that, and so will your man.”
Candace hadn’t realized how stiff her nipples were until Wendy’s fingertips touched them, sending a shock of tantalizing pleasure through Candace’s chest and down her stomach to ignite a brief but intense spark in her pussy.
“All right, everyone,” Fiona called, “time to switch partners. Greens, move to the right to be across from the next Red in line.”
In addition to Wendy, Candace danced with all four of the other girls who were designated Reds that afternoon: Adyson, Katie, Elle, and Fiona herself. But while Candace had fun with all of them, none were quite as exciting to dance with as the young, beautiful Wendy.
***
That night, Wendy was Candace’s assigned bedmate. Candace was glad, because Wendy was the girl Candace would have chosen to share a bed with if she could have.
But something strange happened that night. As soon as the girls all finished their bedtime preparations and got into bed, both Candace and Wendy’s collars buzzed. Candace’s collar had never buzzed before lights-out—before Donna and Fiona had even left the room—and Candace couldn’t remember that happening to any of the other girls, either.
She looked at the screen on the headboard and saw instructions:
CANDACE AND WENDY
GIRL-ON-GIRL
Wendy looked at her, her slim brown eyebrows raised. Candace shrugged with confusion. Then she noticed that everyone else was looking at them, and that something was on all of their headboard-screens, too: WATCH CANDACE AND WENDY.
Chuckling nervously, Wendy said, “I, um, I guess we’re putting on a show.”
“Uh, yeah,” Candace replied, “I guess we are.”
Not knowing what else to do, Candace got up on her knees, and Wendy did the same. Then Candace tilted her head down and kissed the girl.
Focus on how nice her lips feel, Candace told herself. Just ignore everyone else.
But just then, Fiona said, “Come on, Bunnies, don’t just sit there quietly. These girls are putting on a show for you, so show them some Bunny-love!”
“Whoo!” “Yeah!” “Give her some tongue!” “Take it off!” the Bunny trainees variously shouted, while others wolf-whistled, barked like dogs, or made other raunchy sounds of encouragement and approval.
“Babygirls,” Donna said, “don’t let those Bunnies have all the fun. Let’s hear from you, too!”
“Yay!” Sally and Nina cried.
“Go Wendy!” Suzy called. “Pretend Candace is your nan!”
The teenage Candace didn’t appreciate Suzy aging her up quite so much, but she shoved the thought out of her mind and tried to focus on the task before her: kissing Wendy, running her hands all over the younger girl’s body, then stripping her naked.
Wendy was wearing a lacy blue nightie so short that she didn’t even have to get up on her knees for Candace to take it off her. Wendy just sat up and reached her arms in the air, and Candace pulled the tiny gown up and off the girl.
“Yeah!” “Look at those nips!” “Show your tits, Candace!” the watching girls shouted.
Candace leaned forward and raised her arms so that Wendy could pull off the soft red spaghetti-strap crop top that was part of Candace’s sleepwear ensemble tonight. As soon as the top was off, both girls got up on their knees; then Wendy leaned forward, took one of Candace’s nipples between her soft lips, and suckled it gently, making Candace close her eyes and run her fingers through the younger girl’s long hair.
“Show us more, Wendy!” Fiona shouted over the group. “We need to see more!”
Candace would have liked Wendy to continue her suckling, which was both arousing and intimate, and Candace sensed that Wendy would have liked to continue it, too. Instead, in response to Fiona’s coaching, Wendy released Candace’s nipple from her mouth and tongued it ostentatiously and obscenely. The girls cheered.
Because Wendy was already fully naked, and because she was significantly shorter than Candace, Candace could reach down to squeeze and fondle the younger girl’s ass even as Wendy moved her head over to tongue Candace’s other nipple.
All of this was helping Candace get aroused despite the extreme self-consciousness that having such a large and boisterous audience brought. So while Wendy was pleasuring Candace’s nipples, Candace pushed down her shorts-like red sleeping bottoms. This wasn’t strictly necessary, because the bottoms were designed to allow easy access to Candace’s pussy merely by pulling the crotch to one side. But Candace couldn’t help but be mindful of her audience and what they would likely want to see. It turned out she’d been right.
“Woo, yeah, show us that ass!” “That little red bush is so cute!” “I wanna see some pussy-eating!” “Me too! Sixty-nine!” And then, within moments, the girls were all chanting, “Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine! Sixty-nine!”
Because their audience was watching them from every angle, Candace didn’t bother thinking about how best to position herself for visibility, the way she would if she would performing for only one or two people. Instead, she just lay back on the bed, pulling Wendy down on top of her. Then Wendy reversed her body’s orientation and put her little bald pussy right in front of Candace’s face.
While Candace had found pussy-eating harder to learn than cocksucking, she nonetheless felt that she was at least starting to get the hang of it. She didn’t mind doing it, either, at least not when the pussy was as cute as Wendy’s.
As she had been trained, Candace first extended her tongue and licked Wendy’s puffy little slit up and down to make it easy for anyone watching to see what she was doing. At the same time, she felt Wendy suck and tongue her clit energetically as though making out with it. This cranked Candace’s arousal up higher and inspired her to do the same with Wendy’s clit. The watching girls cheered.
But Candace knew that this wouldn’t satisfy them forever. So after a minute or so, she pushed her tongue into Wendy’s pussy and began bobbing her head, vigorously tongue-fucking the girl. Then she felt Wendy do the same. And it felt good, audience or no.
Candace was finally able to focus on the sensations without being overly distracted by the hooting and hollering of the other girls. It probably helped that they all seemed to like what they were seeing and weren’t shouting at her and Wendy to do something different.
So Candace tongue-fucked the young girl hard and fast, using her hands to pull Wendy’s cute bottom-cheeks open wide so Candace’s tongue could get in deeper. And once Wendy started tongue-fucking Candace just as vigorously, the teenage redhead felt a climax coming on. Moment by moment, it grew closer and bigger and stronger until Candace’s thighs were clutching Wendy’s soft face and Candace was screaming her ecstasy into the younger girl’s pussy, and then Wendy was doing the same.
As soon as it was over, Fiona said, “Good show, girls!”
“Goodnight, everyone,” Donna added.
Candace and Wendy were still intertwined and panting for breath when the two Apples left and the lights went out.
***
The next morning, as the girls were prepping breakfast, Fiona took Candace aside. Candace noticed Donna doing the same with Wendy.
“Last night was a little unusual, wasn’t it?” Fiona said.
“Yeah,” Candace answered, not sure what else to say.
Candace had never heard Fiona use such a sober tone as when she said, “Candace, it’s great to find another girl attractive, and it’s wonderful to enjoy sex with her. But remember that the point of all that, the reason why you’re learning about sex with other girls, is to make your man happy. It’s not about the other girl, and it’s not about you; it’s about him. Always. Do you understand?”
“I, I understand,” Candace replied.
“Good,” Fiona said. Then, her usual cheery demeanor returning, the blonde Apple took Candace’s hand and said, “Now, come with me. We’re going to have a lesson on makeup, and I need my star trainee to help me demonstrate.”
“Sure!” Candace replied, and followed Fiona out to the training room.
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