"What about?" Wally said. "The fact that my boyfriend has been turned into a bunny-girl nympho? What can you say about that?"
Katerina sighed. "Look, I don't know how much research you guys did before choosing the RABBIT-girl form, but the sexual desires are typically very strong. I usually take pleasure with a buck two or three times a day, and most of the girls here think of me as practically a nun. It's all completely reversible--think of it as a somewhat unusual vacation. Terry will be back, perhaps richer for the experience and with a better understanding of female sexuality."
"You can't tell me that that is Terry!"
"SHE is. Look, on the outside I'm a powerful, hard-driving power-suit corporate lawyer who gets put forth by feminists as a role model for girls all the time and deals with a lot of bullshit hierarchies. And that's fine, that's part of who I am. But when I come here I can be a gentle, loving, somewhat passive rabbit-woman who lives as part of an egalitarian community with lots of touching and sex, and I'd go crazy without it. One doesn't destroy the other, any more than the Terry you saw will destroy the Terry you love."
Wally felt his anger ebb. (Rabbit-morphs weren't wired to stay mad for very long.) "But Terry didn't come here for a vacation! He came to make a documentary! I don't think too much of that is happening. Is there any way I can get him out now?"
Katerina felt the lawyer part of her brain engaging for the first time since she had entered the park for her most recent visit. If they told Park management that Terry had come here to make a documentary, they would in all likelihood expel her. But did she have the right to do that to Terry? She didn't know Terry the male documentarian, although she had heard of one or two of his films, she did know and like Terry the rabbit-girl, and did she have the right to cut her stay short just because this buck was being possessive? Hmmmm, she thought, maybe there was a way to get Wally to see the wisdom of the closely bonded, promiscuous, egalitarian rabbit way. As was natural for a heterosexual rabbit-morph male and female spending some time together, both were growing more sexually aroused. . .
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What the hell, Zack thought. He had almost stumbled on the tripwire. This guy's using traps? If I set it off from a safe distance, he'll know , I'm coming, but if I leave it here some innocent guest might stumble on it. So I have to set it off. Damn wolverine-morphs.
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Max pricked up his ears at the sound of the log coming down. He didn't hear any yelps or howls of pain afterwards, so he guessed that someone had set the trap off accidentally. They're coming after me, he thought, the bitch talked. Time to kill the one and set in motion the plan to get beyond the park boundaries. To be a wolverine among defenseless meat without claws and teeth...the possibilities were boundless.
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Charlotte thought their next move was obvious, given that she and Naomi were clearly in way over their heads. Go to the media, tell them about the dealings of the corrupt element within park management with unpopular foreign governments, let publicity and the suspicion of anthros (and foreign governments) by the general public do the rest.
But Naomi had known and loved Transformation Park long before she had even met Charlotte, and she knew that the resulting storm of bad publicity could easily lead to its closure as well as a backlash against anthros generally. Although she shared Charlotte's horror at the thought of the technologies being used for repressive purposes--indeed, as a husky the issue was personal to her in a way it wasn't to the she-wolf--Naomi desperately wanted to solve the problem in-house in a way that didn't get the park in trouble with the public or the law.
And so the two anthro-canines were at the door of the palatial home of the one person in park management who Naomi trusted not to be involved in this scheme.
The Minotaur.
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Going to be interesting to see how those hyper-fertility and extreme submissiveness modifications on the new does work out, thought Gunther. He appreciated the new, more liberal attitude on the part of the management towards some of his ideas.
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Maybe there's a way I can turn this Sam thing to my advantage, Goldie thought. He's learned some of the hand-to-hand combat training, and maybe he could teach it to me--it's always important to better myself as a husky so I can serve the pack better. And I can spend more time with Sam. She fantasized about grappling with his powerful anthro-canine body.
It was just a fantasy about being more powerful to serve the pack, she hastily told herself.