https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1397330<br/>https://i.imgur.com/Bg1FbYA.jpg<br/><br/>Owww. Being kicked from a moving carriage is NOT fun.  Once the initial pain faded, I got off my butt and looked around.  This was the western side of bunny territory.  My former master threw me on the border between bunny and cat territory. Not good.  I was unfamiliar with this part of the city - this isn't the area of bunny territory I was raised in, that's for sure.  I couldn't recognize any of the buildings around here.  Some way for me to start my career.  He might as well had thrown me to a pack of wolfboys, if those even exist.  I mean, I guess it's better than being a slave, but...<br/><br/><em>Calm down, Arasinya,</em>I told myself.  I had to face facts and weigh my options.  I'm not anybody's slave anymore.  Today's task is getting a job.  I can find a place to live once I've got a steady income.  I can't ply my trade on the street, though.  Not as a bunny.  A tavern or bar or something would be a great place to start, but a quick look around proves that there's nothing like that in the area.  Just a market and some apartment buildings.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey! Boobie bunny!"</strong>a small voice spoke from beneath me.  I had to bend over a bit to look over my rack to see the owner of said voice.  It was a small, flat-chested catgirl who, for some reason, had a bit of spit sliding out of her open mouth.  It was pretty clear to see what this little girl liked about me.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi!"</strong>I said cheerfully, so as not to startle the little girl.  If she even was a little girl.  She could just as easily be a grown woman who got the crystal treatment and can't pay to grow her fun bits back.  Ugh. I looked down at her hips and, sure enough, no chastity belt.  Poor kitty.<br/><br/><strong>"What'cha doin'?"</strong>the adorable kitty asked, swaying back and forth, little yellow eyes fixated on my torso.  Which was weird, because most people I'd met since becoming an adult had a better idea of what to do with them.<br/><br/>I took a few seconds to think of a decent response to her question.<strong>"Well... I'm a dancer, and I'm looking for a place to work so I can get an apartment and not live on the street,"</strong>I answered, trying to be non-chalant about how desparately I needed these things and not bringing up why I wasn't interested in living on the street.<br/><br/>The kitty was quick to speak up, looking as though she was hopping up and down in excitement.<strong>"Ooh!  There's a casino over that way that's hiring, I think!  You could ask around over there!"</strong>she nearly shouted, which was a bit worrying since this street wasn't exactly empty.  I gave the girl a gentle hug in thanks, rewarding her helpfulness with a face-full of bunny boobies.  After a minute, I let go and started walking toward the casino, waving goodbye to the petite kittygirl as I walked.