Deep sigh.

"You got a parcel, by the way," said Chloe, once her flatmate got home from work. "I left it on your desk."

"Cool, thanks," said Keira, tossing her backpack into the corner and hanging up her jacket. "I don't think I ordered anything though."

All Chloe could do was shrug. "Had your name on it."

Ten minutes later, Chloe was slouched on the sofa watching Only Connect when she heard Keira's bedroom door open behind her.

"So what was in the mystery box?" she asked without turning around. "Anthrax or forgotten Kickstarter or what?"

"Oh, nothing like that," said Keira. Her voice had an odd sing-song quality that Chloe had never heard before. Then she giggled.

"Did you just-"

Chloe had just enough time to pause the show and start to turn before Keira slipped something over her head. She felt plastic and fuzz behind her ears and something vaguely silky flopping down on to her forehead before she caught sight of Keira's own bunny ears and realised what was now on her own head.

This wasn't like her usually stoic friend. Keira and hijinks and pink fluffy things didn't really go together in Chloe's mind.

"Where the hell did these come from?" she asked, beginning to laugh.

That was when the pain hit. It was so brief and so intense that she didn't even manage to scream. She clutched at her head and stared in surprise at Keira, who was just standing there, grinning and giggling again.

"Don't worry!" said Keira. "It'll take a sec for the wire thingies to get into your brain but then you'll feel, like, amazing!"

Chloe whimpered. She reached up slowly, trying to remove the headband but found she couldn't move her fingers the last few centimetres needed to grasp it.

"Nuh-uh!" said Keira. "I tried the same thing but they don't let you do it. Isn't that super-smart?" She bounced up and down on her heels in her enthusiasm.

Chloe's arm fell limply back down by her side. The pain had subsided now, though she was still reeling from the shock. Had Keira said something about wires? Was something actually in her brain? She... She shouldn't worry about that.

She blinked. Some part of Chloe knew that she absolutely should be worried about that, in an abstract kind of way. But something else was saying she shouldn't be. And that other thing was, like, way louder.

Keira looked down at her friend, watching the confused smile emerge on her face and wondering if she'd looked that cute when her mind had broken. She wished she'd been looking in a mirror at the time.

"Can you feel yourself getting dumber yet?" she asked. "Good bunnies are dumb bunnies!"

"Good bunnies are..." Chloe hesitated but wasn't sure why. The pain was gone. She felt good. She was a good bunny. "Good bunnies are dumb bunnies..."

Keira clapped her hands together happily. "Say it again! Say it again!"

"Good bunnies are dumb bunnies," repeated Chloe, as the nanoscopic tendrils slithered through her brain, deleting swathes of education and opinion that she no longer needed. "Good bunnies are dumb bunnies!"

"Good bunnies do as they're told!" squealed Keira.

"Good bunnies bounce and breed!" Chloe replied with a giggle.

Keira reached out both hands and pulled her friend up from the couch. Chloe stumbled a little but stayed upright, her body still catching up to the trauma her mind had already forgotten.

The two of them danced together around the room, grinning and laughing and keeping themselves occupied while the final touches were made to the rewiring of their brains.

"Good bunnies are sexy bunnies!"

"Good bunnies are horny bunnies!"

"Good bunnies are bouncy bimbo bunnies!"

"Good bunnies make more bunnies!"

When Keira said that, something clicked in Chloe's head. She licked her lips. "They do... You totally did... You deserve a reward..."

Chloe grabbed her friend and pulled her into a passionate kiss. It felt better than anything either of them had ever experienced. Every nerve in their bodies was heightened, every touch from the other's roving hands was electrifying.

Keira's ex let himself in an hour later, with the key he had sworn to her he had lost. He found the two of them writhing naked together on the floor, hot and sweaty and still moaning in ecstasy.

"Hello, girls," he said and their eyes snapped towards him, each instantly forgetting about the other girl. "Are you going to be good bunnies for me?"

"Wait, this is seriously your first ever time at one of Carrie's parties? Oh my god, you have GOT to try the booth!" The leggy blonde with the perky plastic tits bounced to her feet and grabbed Daphne by the wrist, tugging her up and off the couch and through room after crowded room until they wound up somewhere just off the swimming pool and Daphne's friends were left far behind. "Oh my god, like, the booth is just, like, the best! I mean, it's not getting a lot of use tonight, because most of Carrie's guests are, y'know, repeat customers and all, but if this is your first time then you've never been inside and it's gonna, like, totally blow your mind!"

The whole thing felt a bit surreal, certainly strange enough that Daphne kind of realized only after the fact that she'd been led away by a giggly, ditzy stranger she'd only been talking to for about five minutes, but then again getting invited to an actual honest-to-god mansion was pretty weird, too. Daphne kept on thinking someone was going to notice her and ask what the hell that mousy, flat-chested woman with the dull brown hair was doing here, and it felt like such a relief for one of the glamorous and pretty women to take an interest in her that she didn't exactly leap to assert herself. Not even when they went inside what looked like a glorified shower stall and the door closed behind them with a sinister click.

It turned out to have one hugely significant difference from a shower stall, though. One entire wall flickered and glitched, revealing itself to be not tile like the others but an LED screen displaying the image of a wall, and the blonde giggled and clapped as it began to pulse with a whole series of colored lights and patterns. "Now, like, you're gonna, um, find yourself wanting to do things, and that's, like, totally okay because you're going to feel so good when you give in and do them. Like, don't overthink it or anything, in fact you should maybe, um, underthink a little? It's so much fun to underthink, babe. It's so much fun to think less and watch more." There was a weird intensity to the last sentence, like the other woman was giving a command, but Daphne couldn't pay attention to it because the lights were taking up her full concentration.

They were just… fuck, they were so pretty. They were so pretty, and they were making her pussy so wet, and Daphne knew that didn't make a lot of sense but she also knew she needed to get her clothes off right fucking now so she could feel that beautiful radiance against every last inch of her skin. "There you go!" her new best friend chirruped, a breathy hitch in her voice as she undressed right alongside Daphne. "See? It's, like, it doesn't hit quite the same the second or third or, um… more… time around, but it still feels good. And for you, cutie, it's gonna totez fuck up that big smart brain of yours." That sounded faintly ominous, but Daphne couldn't really think about it. She couldn't think about anything with the sexy blonde's fingers going down between Daphne's thighs to rub her pussy.

She tried to speak, but it only came out as garbled whimpers, and she was only barely aware of her own hand reaching between the blonde's thighs to match her rubbing motions. "That's a good girl!" the blonde cooed, her voice filled with encouraging praise, and Daphne felt a resistance she didn't even realize she'd been holding onto simply crumble into nothing. She moaned and mewled, her eyes wide and helpless, and knew that this was going to be only the first of many visits to Carrie's mansion and her very special booth.

1. nearly got someone to make a scene they’re writing with a zippo lighter include a flame induction. that’s how well our introduction to flames (by you! Mistress and the Apprentice) stuck

2. sheetz proliferation to Romero is excellent work and could imho be fodder for a very silly vignette someday

Love to hear it! Always felt like inductions were a weakness of my writing

but what i think about a lot is being restrained, nude, obviously, and just spoken to.

just having someone casually walk around where you’re laid out on the bed, maybe occasionally tugging a lock of your hair or stroking your face or running a gentle hand down the side of your body, the way they would soothe a nervous animal.

and all the while, they just talk to you. making very casual observations. they use a phrase that turns you off and you can’t help your grimace, and they just grin and say “duly noted, baby, we don’t like that one, now do we?”

they say something you like, and you try to close your eyes against it, and they say, “nu-uh, sweetheart. eyes on me. god, look at that pretty flush make its way down your neck. you liked that, didn’t you? yeah, i know, i can tell.”

over and over and over again, different words, phrases, whole scenarios about what they might do, what they can make you consider, what they can make you think about. the “what if”s of collaborative storytelling, but instead of a book, it’s a perfect narrative designed to have you wiggling and whining, giving yourself and your secrets away with every honey smooth word out of their mouth. how far can they work you up with words alone? what can they find out about you if their only limit is their imagination?

how might their face light up when they stumble upon something neither of you knew, some secret kink, some turn of phrase that has your mouth dropping open in surprise even as a choked little gasp spills from your throat. how proud will they be of their own discovery? how exposed and caught will you feel knowing that you’re too far gone to keep anything to yourself, to hide your reactions, helpless to do anything but listen, listen to them spinning tales and fantasies you’ve barely even let yourself consider, let alone shared with someone else.