<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Bunny on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bunny/</link><description>Recent content in Bunny on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/bunny/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Rubbercat Tails</title><link>/stories/2020/05/24/rubbercat-tails/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/05/24/rubbercat-tails/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Continues from &lt;a href="rubbercat_tails1.html"&gt;chapter one&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;### Chapter 2 - Easter Cats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wear it!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No, Kitty. I’m busy right now. I have to finish this online management course. Maybe we will play later.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No, wear it now!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erika wore her new furry suit for Mark’s birthday, but she never put it back on after, to my great despair. It’s been three weeks already, and I didn’t get to cuddle again with this soft cat a single time since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Just Deserts</title><link>/stories/2017/07/18/just-deserts/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/18/just-deserts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAUTION: This story is intended purely as a fantasy. Do not attempt to recreate this scenario in real life! (Though it would be pretty cool.) Do not use without the author’s permission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Janine was barely conscious, but she realized she was naked. What had brought her around was that something was being inserted into her ass. Something large. With alarm, she noted that once it was in, it swelled a little more, stretching her rectum. She could feel that she was lying on a cold, hard table, and that rubber-gloved hands were manipulating her. She wanted to see what was going on, but there was some kind of blindfold over her eyes. She wanted to struggle, to get away, but she was too weak to move. Her legs were raised, and she felt her feet being encased in tight, stretchy latex. Hands continued to work the latex over her legs, encasing them both in a single sleeve. This took several minutes, and then her pelvis and hips were covered, too.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>