Something that's sat buried away caged up, (a little like this bun-bun here) so much so that I didn't feel like uploading it. I had a redo and tried to bring it up to standards to the normal trashfire's I upload. Hopefully  ignorethisthanks can appreciate the rework. I think the piece is SUPER cute and deserving of it. ^v^ Obviously I'm a little bias, because... y'know. BUNNYPEN? But I think we should poof EVERYONE reading this into bunnies. If you're also a pro-bunny TFer... visit Iggy !!HERE!! and show her some love!

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Iggy lingered in the doorway, anxiously fidgeting with the floppy bunny eared beanie draped over her head. The absurdly long ears swayed with each movement, brushing against her shoulders. Her cheeks were already burning from embarrassment as she looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror.

"You guys really want me to go out like... this?" she asked, voice trembling with nervousness.

From deeper in the apartment, two cheerful voices rang out in perfect sync:

"Of course!"

From somewhere in the apartment, two cheerful voices chimed in unison, "of course!"

“That hat looks sooo good on you!!” one of her friends called from the kitchen, voice filled with enthusiasm. “Makes you look like such an adorable, fluffy…”

Iggy winced, already bracing for it.

“Bunny,” the second voice finished with a teasing lilt.

Iggy blinked. "Huh?!"

A strange sensation prickled at her scalp, like static crawling just beneath the surface of her head, centered right where the hat clung to it. She reached up instinctively, fingers brushing against the soft fabric, but froze as an odd twitch rippled through her temples. Her ears, no- wait a second… those weren’t her ears.

She gasped as her real ears began to fade, the familiar shape dissolving into nothingness. In their place, something new emerged from the top.

Long, plush lengths of fur unfurling from beneath the hat, drooping heavily over her shoulders with a weight that was most definitely real. They weren’t part of the hat anymore. They were a part of her.

The prickling warmth didn't stop there. It crept downward, tracing the contours of her neck, then spilling across her shoulders and arms like a wave of gentle static.

Her skin tingled, the texture shifting under her clothes. A fine layer of fur began to spread, impossibly soft and warm, blanketing her like a living coat.

Hands flew instinctively to her chest as a deep pressure swelled within her. Her body was shifting, growing in a way, reshaping, softening and above all else, shrinking all together. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as a burst of white fur erupted across her forearms, racing up toward her shoulders and down her belly like an unstoppable tide.

The warmth that had started at her scalp was now a full blown wildfire, curling under her skin.

Her fingers twitched then began to curl inward, subtly at first, then more dramatically as her nails darkened, thickened, and extended into short, curved claws. “W-Wait!!” she cried out, her voice cracking, but it was growing harder to speak as the strange heat surged through her throat and chest.

The blazer she wore constricted around her, its seams groaning in protest. Her shoulders hunched forward slightly, broader now, but not with muscle, with fluff.

Her chest puffed outward, no longer human skin but an expanse of soft, downy fur, thick and snowy white. It sprang forth in tufts and mounds, covering her in a delicate, insistent softness.

She gasped and clutched at herself, only to feel her hands continuing to morph. Her palms softened unnaturally, forming round pads that pressed against the tightening fabric of her clothes. Her fingers had shortened, thickened, and where her nails had been, tiny claws now peeked from beneath the dense fur.

Her sleeves were stretched to their limits, the cuffs hanging awkwardly over limbs that no longer belonged to the girl who had stepped into the hallway just minutes ago.

From somewhere beyond the bathroom door, that teasing voice called again, now distant, dreamlike, and warped by the surreal haze of her transformation.

“Helpless little bunny,” they cooed, almost singsong. “An adorable little pet, you are… aren’t you, girl?”

“Eep!!” Iggy squeaked, her voice pitching into an adorable, startled peep as her legs buckled beneath her. She dropped to the floor in a soft heap, the sudden movement sending her shoes tumbling off with a clumsy thud.

Her now plump feet twitched in the open, delicate pink pads stretching and flexing as she tried to make sense of her shifting balance.

The blazer was the next to go, riding up awkwardly around her shoulders, then slipping loose entirely as her body shrank and softened within it. It flopped to the floor behind her like an empty shell, leaving her in a rumpled t-shirt that now hung on her like a dress. But even that didn’t last long.

A fluffy puff of her tail suddenly flared into existence, popping right through the back of her leggings with a quiet fwump!

Iggy let out another squeak and twisted around to see it, just as the waistband of her pants sagged and slipped down over her now slender hips. She kicked gently, but the fabric only tangled around her knees before flopping away with a defeated rustle.

Her shirt drooped over her frame like a curtain now, the collar hanging low, sleeves trailing over her paws. She peeked out from beneath the oversized fabric, whiskers twitching, ears flopping to one side with a lazy sway.

"Hey! I’ll grab some celery and carrots from the fridge to feed her!" one friend offered cheerily.

"Good idea! She’s looking mighty thin for a chubby bunny…"

"Eep, eep!" was all Iggy could manage, her wide eyes brimming with confusion and panic. She tried to speak, to protest, to insist she was still human, but the only sound she could make was that same helpless, high pitched squeak.

Her friends’ voices echoed from the kitchen, chatting casually about seasoning preferences for bunny snacks.

And all Iggy could do was sit there, stunned, paws twitching on the tile floor.

“Eep!!” The noise escaped her involuntarily, a high pitched squeal that replaced whatever plea she meant to say. Her legs trembled as her thighs thickened, her paws ballooning even further. Her toes stretched long and wide, tipped with blunted claws and soft pink pads. Her socks bunched up around her ankles, useless now that she had full on paws.

From the other room came a muffled giggle, followed by a one of her friends teasing -

“Awww… look at our cute little bunny girl!”

She sat down hard on the floor, sulking, her limbs too uncoordinated to hold herself up anymore.

The off shaped nose that held the scowl wriggled forward into a soft pink triangle, more whiskers sprouting across her cheeks. Her once round eyes grew large and glimmering, reflecting the soft lights of the apartment. She blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the clarity of her new vision, every speck of dust, every crease in the tile seemed sharpened.

She slumped, now fully a bunny girl, ears twitching as the last of the change set in. Her friends' voices drifted in from the kitchen, excitedly debating whether she’d prefer parsley or baby carrots.

And Iggy, helpless, flustered, and now only able to respond with meek little “eeps” was left sitting on the floor in a bundle of fur, clothes, and stunned confusion.

Her oversized bunny hat sat perfectly in place, no longer a beanie… but her real ears.

Iggy’s big, round eyes darted nervously around the room, ears twitching and flicking with every distant sound. Her body still tingled, fur shifting, tail twitching, but the real panic was in her head.

What just happened? Why can’t I talk? What’s wrong with my hands- paws? Why are they calling me a pet?

The thoughts buzzed, rapid fire, scattered.

Then one of the friends returned from the kitchen.

"Aww, look at her! Poor thing’s still all confused," they cooed, crouching down beside her.

Iggy froze, pressed up against the wall, too flustered to move.

“There, there, bunbun,” the friend said, arms gently scooping beneath her. She let out another startled, “Eep!!” as she was lifted into their arms like a stuffed animal. Her skirt slipped a little more as her puffy tail squished under their grip, and her legs dangled helplessly, her big paws flopping with each step.

She was set down on the couch, tucked softly into a blanket.

“Let’s try this,” her friend said, and offered her a bright orange carrot.

Her nose twitched.

She didn’t want it. She wanted to say something, to beg for help, but her stomach gurgled. Her ears perked at the smell. It was sweet, earthy, fresh. Just a nibble, she thought.

She leaned forward hesitantly. Her buck teeth met the edge of the carrot with a soft crunch.

Warmth bloomed in her chest.

The anxiety she’d been holding onto fizzled a little. Her tail wiggled behind her. Her eyes relaxed, half lidding.

Another bite. Crunch.

Her thoughts began to soften, like cotton left out in the sun. Her inner voice slowed. All the panic and big ideas, trying to explain what had happened, trying to find a way to change back, they all started feeling... unnecessary. Not wrong, just... far away. Like dreams after waking up.

Her friend scratched under her chin. “That’s a good girl. See? Just a hungry little bunny after all.”

“Eep…” Iggy murmured, not even trying to say more either out of embarrassment, or from dreamy acceptance.

She nestled deeper into the blanket without realizing it, her soft paws curling inward as she chewed slowly, methodically, the rhythm of each bite lulling her further.

Simpler things now held her attention more than her current situation, the soft rustle of fabric, the way her ears flicked in response to nearby sounds, the way her friend's hand felt as it gently stroked the side of her face.

Somewhere inside, a tiny voice still tried to raise questions. What happened? Can this be fixed? But those thoughts drifted lazily through her mind,

Another bite. Another gentle crunch.

The carrot was halfway gone, and with each nibble, the strangeness of her body felt more like home. Her oversized ears drooped lazily over her shoulders, one of them twitching when her friend let out a soft coo.

“Aww, look at you,” they said, smiling down at her. “You’re even cuter than we imagined.”

Iggy’s nose gave a lazy wiggle. Her cheeks puffed slightly, not from annoyance but from bashful contentment. A tiny puff of a sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into the soft scratch at the base of her ear. Her puffy tail thumped once under the blanket, a slow, fluffy beat of approval.

She didn’t need to say anything. Not right now.

“Good bun,” her friend whispered.

Iggy barely noticed the shift when her “friends” bundled her up in the soft blanket and carried her outside. Her nose was still twitching, eyes half lid in a blissful, confused baze. Her paws were limps, a tiny squeak escaping with each jostle. She should've been panicking, she should’ve been struggling… demanding to be turned back!

But…

Instead, she just nuzzled deeper into the blanket, big ears flopping lazily over her face. The sun hit her fur, and she blinked…

“Here we go,” one of her friends said cheerfully. “Perfect little spot for our Iggybelle, bunbun.” 

She was lowered into a cozy fenced cage beside the patio, surrounded by grassland soft hay. Her friend gently set her down inside. The second her paws hit the hay, something clicked in her little bunny head.

The smell, the scent… raw, grassy, safe… it tugged at some primal part of her mind. Her nose crinkled, sniffed- and then sniffed again. Her eyes fluttered, and she fell forward belly first into the hay with a soft thud.

“Eeeeuhhhp…”

Above her, screwed into the top of the little wooden hutch was a small plaque, in cutesy pink letters, it read - 

“Iggybelle.” 

The bunnies gaze drifted up towards it, blinking slowly. She stared at the name for a long moment, longer than anything she’d focused on since becoming a pet. A little bell rang in her head and rang…

“Iggybelle.”

That was… her?

Iggybelle… she thought, and with her last bit of human intellect, realized that her name… her entire identity, revolved around being a cutesy little bunny called Iggybelle. She chirped, “eeuuup!” as in agreement with herself.

“Aaawwuhhhww… look at her, she’s totally gone now, isn’t she?”

“I’ll get her one of those salt licks,” the other replied, “and maybe a toy she can chew on.”

Iggybelle’s ears twitched. She didn’t understand, nor did she particularly care. She just wriggled in her hay, her thoughts no more complex than perhaps a light breeze. She was warm, she was soft, she was home. 

And as the sun dipped lower, she pressed her face into the straw and let out one final…

“Eeeeep…”