I chuckled, burying my nose into the soft bunny fur. My tongue traveled over the Eevee's trembling form as I cuddled her close. I washed my prize, making sure her gray-and-white fur shined.
"My little one," I cooed, rolling my pet over onto her back. "You truly are a prize, aren't you? So small and cuddly. Perfect as my little pet."
The whimpers that left my prey as I rooted my snout into her white underfur made me cackle. The trembles of fear from my bunny toy were wonderful. I couldn't ask for anything more.
"Tell me, my bunnypet, what is your name?"
"M-Misty," the bunny squeaked out.
"Fitting name for a shiny bunny." I licked her underbelly. "You will call me Master Doomer once I'm finished breaking your little bunny mind, and molding you to be my slavepet."
Misty squealed as I flipped her over onto her back, drawing my tongue over her juicy backside.
"Shall we begin your breaking, my bunny slave?"