You follow her line of site and crane your head down to your transparent brown penis. "You BITCH!" She is now rolling around on the grass, laughing her bunny head off. All you can do is stare down at your former manhood, twisted and bent into a balloon poodle! You cautiously reach own to touch it and it begins squeaking at the slightest pressure. You quickly try to untwist it back into a "normal" shape, but you can't. It's as if she has glued it in place.
You race toward her in a flush of anger, but as you run, your little poodle-penis bounces up and down as if it's running just ahead of you. The sight of you bounding forward sends the rabbit into fresh peals of laughter.
Standing just above her, you glare down. "Fix this NOW," you say, both hands pointing at the balloon animal. She raises one paw and holds it out to you, her other arm is wrapped around her thin waist. She has finally stopped laughing and her eyes meet yours. She lowers her hand to your donkey-hood, considering it carefully. Then, without warning, she gives it a little ::flick:: with her finger. The sudden sensation drops you to your knees, like a shot to the balls, and sends her into another fit of cartoonish laughter.
You stand up, wringing your fists in anger. She's still laughing as you drop onto her body, your hands locking around her wrists, pinning her down with your knees. Your twisted shaft is resting just above her pussy, but sex is the last thing on your mind. She's still chuckling as she struggles against you. It's no good, however, and she won't be going anywhere.
"Cut the giggling, Babs. I'm not letting you up until you fix this!" You lean onto her breasts, pressing them into her face and obviously obscuring her vision. She's not laughing now, and her doll-like eyes take on a hint of fear. "Fix this NOW, or else.."