[Note: You mistakenly thought you had arrived in Tickleopolis when you first woke up(last chapter), but it was merely a stopover during the trip there. You watch as a dozen or so fellow travelers join you in the car before the train again heads toward the city. You again fall asleep in your seat on the way, only this nap is much deeper and longer than the last.]
A hot and smelly breath on your cheek, combined with the trains whistle and the passenger-car's jostling as it slows to a stop all consort to awaken you from a very deep dream. You yawn and stretch, asking no one in particular, "Are we there, yet?". You do a double-take when you discover that you are virtually surrounded by a motley pack of anthro-dogs, of varying sizes and widths, wearing shabby clothes, and staring at you like a piece of meat. Several are literally drooling on the seat next to you! One of them barks, "Hey boys! Looks like "Sleepin' Beauty" is comin' to!" and they all laugh, slapping their knees like it is the funniest joke in the world.
It's then that you realize that something has gone terribly wrong with your choice of transformations on the vacation package roster. You are horrified to discover that you have morphed into what you had put down as you optimal choice for a tickle date during your vacation - an adorable little anthro-bunny girl! Black strapless bodysuit, white collar(with black bow-tie) and cuffs, and black nylon pantyhose and heels complete the look. You feel your real bunny ears and fuzzy tail and want to scream.
("Notgoodnotgoodnotgood -") your mind races and your tiny heart is frantic. You reach for your carry-all bag only to discover it's been replaced by a cute pink purse version. A big paw snatches it up and high away from your reach. "Hey! That's mine! Give it back, you creep!", you muster, though it comes out in such a tiny, cutesy voice, all the dogs begin howling with laughter again.
"Awww, is this yours, little Bun-Buns?", says the furry mongrel with your purse. He is interrupted by a smallish possum-looking fellow sitting with his rather mole'ish-appearing wife. "Sit! Down, boy!", he stands, commanding in a nebbish voice. Another of the dogs snarls and snaps in the couple's face, "What business is it of yours, pops?", effectively silencing their complaints. The dog with your purse laughs, "Yeah, we're just having alittle fun, old-timer! Right, Bun-Buns?", his big toothy maw now inches away from your little pink nose.
"L-Look...I j-just want to get use my p-phone to call the travel agency. There's been a mistake! Please!", you beg, sounding too cute in your sweet, tiny voice. Almost reaching the purse by crawling up in the seat, the dog stands up in the aisle of the train car to hold it away from you. Following him, the pack gather around in a circle, all grinning wildly at your perky bunnygirl curves.
"Hey boys! I know a game for our new playmate", and with that, the dog holding your bag aloft gently-but-firmly steps on the tips of your heels, effectively pinning you, standing, to the floor. Still holding the bag overhead, he grins and says, "If you can reach your purse without using those lovely legs of yours to hop, Bun-Buns, we'll let you go without so much as a nibble. I promi-"
"But Boss!", butts in a smaller, potbellied dogman with short limbs who is quickly cut-off, "Mr. Friskers, I'll handle this! Now sit!", growls the Boss dog, and all of the pack regain their seats on the train. All eyes on you, the dog glares down at you, "Well, what's it gonna be, Bun-Buns? You want yer purse back, don't ya? Just have alittle fun with us while we're stopped here on the outskirts of Tickleopolis".
You decide to:
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