Chapter 23: Bunny in the bush
They hadn’t even made it a quarter mile down the "forbidden" trail when they heard rustling.
Not squirrel rustling.
Not wind-in-the-leaves rustling.
Nope. This was panicked, *desperate* rustling.
Allen raised a brow and motioned for Fina to stop. "You hear that?"
"I hear someone losing a fight with a bush," Fina whispered, ears twitching. "And they’re losing bad."
They crept forward through the undergrowth until Allen peeked around a thick patch of ferns—and froze.
Bent over in the dirt, kicking helplessly at some clingy vines, was a bunny girl.
And not just any bunny girl.
She was dressed in what could barely be called a maid outfit—more like a black-and-white micro bikini pretending it could be professional. Strings tied behind her neck held a barely-there triangle of fabric over her chest, while her bottoms were little more than two straps struggling to cover anything. Her fluffy tail poked out the back like a perfectly placed target, and her long white ears flopped side to side as she struggled.
"Oh gods, please not again," the girl groaned, fighting the vines like they owed her money. "Stupid forest—stupid vines—stupid outfit—"