Moving in and shopping.

Ashley moved in with you the next day. It must have been an interesting conversation with her mom, but on your end it was fairly uneventful. Fortunately your bed is big enough for three, but your bathroom counter space is in jeopardy and your closet is filled to bursting. And you're about to buy even more things to fill it with.

After deciding that she wants to give being a pet a serious try with you, Ashley knew she'd need more accessories and appropriate clothes. That's why you're all piling into the car for a second drive out to Tibby's old neighborhood. You're about to start driving when you spot Dave jogging in the park again. Leaving the car, you call out to him as you cross the street instead.

Dave runs over to meet you, and looks back and forth between your pets. "Dude, you got another one? And they both look like Ashley."

You laugh. "One of them is Ashley. She was trying on the cat ears last time, but now she's a bunny. Say hi, Ash."

"Hey Dave!" Ashley giggles at his flustered expression.

"Wait, so... that was you I groped?"

"It sure was," you answer for her. "Feel free to do it again if you want."

"Huh?" Ashley turns white and loooks at you reproachfully.

Standing behind her, you put your hands on her waist. "You're a beautiful bunny Ashley, it's only natural that people want to pet you. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Ashley clearly disagrees. She looks like she'd bolt if you let her, and trembles when Dave reaches out to touch the bare skin of her stomach. She gasps when his hands slide up into her loose crop top, but the presence of your hands on her sides keeps her calm until Dave's hands reach her breasts. She still has to bite her lip when he starts lifting them up and down experimentally, and you're about to tell him he's done when he gives her nipples a tug and disengages.

"So who's the other one?"

While Ashley regains her composure, you introduce Dave to Tibby. She looks like she wouldn't mind the treatment Ashley got, but he only touches her briefly over the clothes before excusing himself and returning to his run.

"I know that must have been scary for you, but you did really well," you tell Ashley with a kiss on the forehead. "Good girl. Let's get back to the car and head out, ok?"

She nods and takes your hand, letting you lead her to the car.

Ashley sits next to you on the drive, and you frequently reach over to stroke her hair or pat her thigh with a smile. At the same time, Tibby quizzes her on how it felt to be touched by someone other than her owner.

"It was so different from being touched by either of you. John's touch is always caring and soothing, while yours is friendly and playful. But Dave was nothing like that. It wasn't about showing his affection or making me feel nice, he was just curious about how I'd react. I think he got a thrill from doing something that I would have kicked him in the nuts for last week. I didn't like it."

"Does that mean you don't want other people to pet you?"

"Definitely not him, but he was always kind of a lech." She considers for a moment. "As for others? I don't think it's something I'll seek out like a lot of pets do, but I won't shy away from it either. I'd just much rather touch you two."

"That's fine," you answer. "I'd rather keep you to myself too, honestly. Myself and Tibby, of course."

Tibby's response is to simply wrap her arms around Ashley, a task which actually is not that simple because of the car seat between them.

Fortunately you're already parking in front of the store, so they can enjoy a proper embrace outside. You turn it into a group hug and then walk into the store with the girls hanging onto your arms.

With Tibby's help you end up picking out quite a few new things for your bunny, including two more sets of ears (both ears stand up straight on one, the other lacks stiffness so the ears flop around with each step), a comfortable white collar with a matching leash of soft, braided rope, and a tail with a plug attachment.

You stow everything in the trunk and consider your next move. You'd like to go home so Ashley can try her new gear on in privacy, but she's looking at the parking lot exit like she has unfinished business here.