The gun... was or headaches... huh... and the rest was 'loyalty' drugs... aka. 'reward drugs'. Basically, as far as Bunny was concerned, someone attempted to turn him into the equivalent of a novacrack-whore. This infuriated Bunny, almost as much as it saddened her.<br/><br/>Bunny hugged the cutest of malefolk she'd ever seen, pressing her boobies firmly into his side as she did. It hadn't been addiction, but Bunny knew what it was like to have a body that didn't listen to you, and that was... not fun...<br/><br/>|I am not an expert, but I have some medical training; I'll do what I can to help you not need this stuff, okay?| she 'said,' giving him a kiss on the cheek for good measure. |I can help you find things to focus on, and help you push through the 'cravings' if you have any... and if you need a 'release'... well, you've seen that I'm okay if you need someone to help 'relieve' you. I know you just met me, but I really do want to help you, okay?|<br/><br/>She paused, and mentally added...<br/><br/>|...would you mind if I used you as well? I think it's obvious what for...| Bunny nodded down to her rigorously rigid member if it wasn't obvious too. |You're definitely a dryad, by the way... first male dryad I think I've heard of...|