Port Playbunny

The start of the Tulip Tears Tour had been a success, and Taylor Swift swiftly moved on to the next stop of the tour. Meanwhile, Katherine, Rebekah, Ilayda and I would continue our voyage aboard the Veterinary Vixen. 

We sailed away in our wooden Viking boat, having transformed into our cat form. We were in tropical waters, and there was a steady wind to carry us to our next destination. We had no specific heading or clear direction; we went wherever the wind took us. 

For a couple days, we feasted on cans of tuna that were stored in titanium totes in the cargo hold. We remained in our cat form because it takes a significant amount of energy to transform. Also, it was easier for us to hang on for dear life, in case a storm came up. 

Finally, land came into view. We had arrived at a bay that appeared to have a town along the shore and a few piers. When we got closer, it became more apparent that the town was a tourist attraction, as there were yachts and a cruise ship docked at the piers. We passed by a tropical beach that had many women in thong bikinis and wearing bunny ears on their heads. 

We laid anchor just off shore near a pier. We had to swim to the pier, which had a ladder that allowed us to climb out of the water. 

Once on the pier, we remained in our cat form. There was a pink and black sign over the end of the pier that read "Welcome to Port Playbunny". 

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The quaint port town had cobblestone streets, and large concrete bunny statues scattered around that were either pink or black. The place seemed to be a vacation spot. All the hotels seemed to be "love hotels", and there was an abundance of lingerie and adult-themed stores with all sorts of naughty sex toys and BDSM paraphernalia. Other shops included Victoria's Secret, a Playboy shop, and a Hustler magazine stand. 

As the four of us wandered around, taking in the sights, everyone stared at us. When we were looking at the Playboy shop, there were a couple models in there who scooped us up, affectionately petting us. Being a family of four blue-eyed, long-haired white cats, we were unable to communicate, so the best we could do was meow. 

"Mew," said Ilayda.

"Meoowww," said Katherine. 

"Le meau," stated Rebekah in a French accent. 

"Purrr," I said as I was being petted. 

A gorgeous redhead woman dressed in a green bikini seemed to be the leader of the group of six or seven women. 

"They're so cute!" exclaimed the redhead. "Let's get some shots of 'em for the next Playboy issue!" 

With that, we were brought to the beach. One of the women pampered us with makeup, cleaning us up after becoming dirtied up on our sea voyage. We were brushed, making us appear as fluffy cotton balls on a beach. A couple other women started putting purple lingerie onto the three sister cats. Being a 40-something-year-old man in my human form, I definitely wasn't having it when my turn came to be dressed in purple lingerie. 

"HISS!! Reeeeaaaarrrrr!! HISS!" I clawed and scratched and bit in angry protest, becoming a monstrous grumpy kitty.

"Aww poor baby!" said a brunette model in a lavender bikini. 

It took the entire team of ladies to subdue me and slip the lingerie on. When I realized how soft and silky smooth it felt, I immediately calmed down. 

The redhead began taking pictures of us. Although I couldn't speak, I wasn't at all thrilled about my photo being taken without my consent. I couldn't care less about being seen, but it was important to me that the three sisters did. They seemed to enjoy modeling and feeling seen and important. 

So there were the four of us, as cats modeling purple lingerie on a beach for Playboy. One of the models used a polaroid camera, which we were given later as a keepsake. 

At this point, the four of us transformed into our alternative forms and we each went off and did our own thing for a while. The sisters each told me what they did once we had all gotten back together later that evening. 

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Rebekah remained on the beach once she transformed into her rabbit form. Referring to her as "Bekah the Bunny", she was a black and white bunny. 

The Playboy models were seriously impressed, and now in her bunny form, she remained in her purple lingerie. This was perfect for Playboy, so Bekah the Bunny modeled for Playboy. A polaroid shot was provided to her later. 

Bekah the Bunny modeled other outfits, which the models provided. These varied in color and style, so Bekah helped provide Playboy with a diverse modeling portfolio of intimate apparel. 

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Ilayda was the only one of us who had two alternate forms she could transform into. One was her natural water fairy form, and the other was a blue monarch butterfly form. This time, she chose her butterfly form, and fluttered away. 

She wanted to explore the social scene at Port Playbunny. For the most part, much of the activity was centered around the beach and hotel pool bars that overlooked the shore. This was ideal for Ilayda, since she needed to be around bodies of water, considering she was a natural water fairy, after all. 

Being in a blue butterfly form, she blended right in, and it was easy for her to eavesdrop on conversations. At one point, she overheard a pair of twin sisters that was swimming in an infinity pool, laughing about something. 

The sisters were talking about how they had heard about a pair of sisters and their lover supposedly appear out of nowhere in the dressing room at the L.A. Playboy location. 

Ilayda fluttered around, and listened to other women discussing plans and ideas for Playboy photoshoots and other creative projects that were... spicy and sultry. 

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Katherine was curious about the area. She transformed into her peregrine falcon form, and flew away. She could get a bird's eye view of the exotic area, so she saw everything. 

From the air, she saw a small theme park on the edge of Port Playbunny. There were a handful of erotic-themed rides, so it looked like a fun place to play later. 

As she flew further inland, she saw vast fields of corn. These corn fields weren't growing corn, however. Instead of where the ears of corn should be, there was random lingerie growing on the stalks. 

The vast fields produced all sorts of styles and colors of lingerie, and Katherine was ecstatic with the seemingly endless options of sensuality! She was having a literal field day with this!

From the air, Katherine saw warehouses and silos filled with lingerie, and the big picture came into view. It seemed that Port Playbunny was a place where lingerie was grown in abundance, and distributed and exported worldwide. 

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As for myself... what was I doing all day? Collecting and hoarding lingerie. 

That's right. I had transformed into my golden hamster self, so I could be small and stealthy. I scampered. I scurried. I skedaddled. I stole random lingerie when women weren't looking, leaving them confused and exposed. I was being a pest, causing chaos and confusion throughout Port Playbunny.

I was a hungry and horny hamster, hoarding every piece of lingerie that I fancied. I stuffed my hamster cheeks with thongs and bras, and brought them to an ancient Mayan temple that I found in the jungle just outside of town. There, I piled up the lingerie, a heaping hoard of silken softness. 

What did I plan to do with my new stockpile of sensual treasures? At the end of the day... I had no idea. 

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Our paths converged at the center of the outdoor shopping mall. Rebekah the rabbit returned from her Playboy bunny shoot, and had come looking for us. Ilayda the blue butterfly fluttered in and landed on a sunflower that was growing out of a pink ceramic flowerpot. Katherine the peregrine falcon swooped in with an orange bra in her beak, landing with grace on the brutal concrete pathway. My hamster self scampered along with a pair of navy blue panties in my mouth. 

POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF!

The four of us transformed back into our human selves. Ilayda and Rebekah stared at Katherine and me, wide-eyed and grinning. We both had lingerie in our mouths, with expressions on our faces like we were a couple of deer caught in the headlights. 

With my mouth full of navy blue panties, I tried to speak. "Whaf dif yef foo fooday?" Feeling like an idiot, I took the panties out of my mouth. 

The three sisters explained what they had done all day. While doing so, Katherine held up her orange bra next to the navy blue panties, contrasting the colors. 

It was early evening, and Katherine led us to the theme park. It was time to have some fun together. The theme park was called "Pleasureland Park", and it had a predominately pink and black color scheme. We paid our admission at the front gate, and proceeded to a "Wild Wieners" hot dog stand. We stuffed our faces with the plumpest and juiciest thick wieners we had ever put in our mouths. We relished the meal. 

After nearly gagging on the deliciously thick wieners, we went on some wild rides. We alternated sitting next to each other on the rides.

First, we went on a rotating swing ride. Then a racing coaster called "Gemini". There was a log flume ride that allowed spectators to use dildo-shaped water cannons to soak riders, squirting them as they passed by. 

After getting drenched, we decided to dry off by riding the "Bra-Slingshot". It was a slingshot ride that resembled a giant bra. All four of us could go on it at once, since two riders could sit in each side of the bra. It was an adrenaline rush, and well worth the anticipation of waiting for the launch. 

Finally, the last ride we went on was also the most... intensely stimulating. It was an indoor ride called "Vibrator Vortex", and it was a wild one. Although it seemed to be primarily designed for women, there were men riding it, so I did as well. As people were coming out the exit, they were laughing their asses off, and this made us more excited to ride it.

The waiting line for Vibrator Vortex was indoors as well, and the theme was like walking into a trippy orgasm, with a mesmerizing light and sound show that seemed designed to enhance sensual pleasure. 

When it was our turn to get on, the train had seats that you had to straddle, as if riding a mechanical bull. Harnesses came down over us, and there was a dildo-shaped "handle" that you could use both hands to hang onto!  

Vibrator Vortex was a launch coaster, and we were launched through a trippy tunnel. It was dark, except for some colorful neon lights, and as we sped along, it was like we were traveling through an erotic vortex of pleasure. 

After the first few twists and turns, the seats began to vibrate with intensity, and the sisters began to feel a climax coming on! "Ayyee!" they screamed. Suddenly, the train seats began moving up and down, and it was like we were riding a mechanical bull, making thrusting movements as we went along for the wild ride! 

The four of us looked like we were wildly stroking, pleasuring ourselves, as we each gripped our "handle". We were laughing hysterically by the time the ride ended. 

"Let's go again!" laughed Ilayda. 

We rode the Vibrator Vortex... again... and again. I didn't mind. I got more pleasure from seeing the sisters have the time of their lives.