Mikuru had been training to be a monk in the sacred, Hidden Shrine of the Loosed Lapine for her whole life. The routine and discipline of training each day, the chores and small pleasures of everyday life, these had been all she knew since birth. That changed the day she made the mistake of letting her curiosity get the better of her. Entering an old, musty attic she had ignored the fading seals and half legible warnings covering the walls and hanging from decayed ropes to investigate an old chest. It had been locked tightly at some point but rust and rot had opened many of the locks and the other were forever closed through loops that no longer clung to wood. Upon opening it Mikuru had found what seemed to be a bunnygirl costume in perfect condition. That should have been a warning to her, but perhaps whatever strange magics had preserved the costume had prevented her from noticing... or perhaps she was just very foolish. Regardless she disrobed right there among the dust and the rot and put on the costume, finding as she did so that she could not even wear small clothes underneath it. It was only then that she discovered the danger she had walked into. For, while she could uncover her groin and breast with dismaying easy, the rest of the suit would not come off no matter how hard she tried.<br/><br/>She was trapped in a bunnygirl suit.<br/><br/>Her attempts to gain aid from her fellow monks failed miserably as they seized her and punished her for passing the sacred seals and touching that which should not have been touched. Twenty times the Paddle of Purification struck her exposed rear, and twenty times she cried out, but the suit still resisted all efforts to remove it. The Elders decided this was a sign that she was not genuine in her repentance and still clung to her corruption at heart. To protect the others from her taint... they exiled her.<br/><br/>Alone, ignorant of the wider world, and friendless she has wandered for months now, again and again finding herself tricked, trapped, or taken by stronger men to be their play thing while those around her look away and do nothing. After all, any girl who'd walk around dress like<em>that</em>deserves whatever she gets... doesn't she?<br/><br/>Now, as night falls she finds herself destitute and famished as she travels along an empty dirt road, surrounded on all sides by forbidding wilderness... except for the warm light of the village ahead, with it's luring promises of food and safety. Food she might find there but, since donning the suit, people inevitably mean danger. If only she weren't so hungry...