Futanari System

Her hands, just like the rest of Bunny-Kin, were mostly human with a light layer of fur that ended just above the elbow. It was the same with her legs, mostly human-looking but her fur just starting to grow to stop just past the knees.

A couple of years back, I asked my mother why I don\'t have fur on my arms and legs where she did. At puberty, I was told that we start growing a light layer of fur for our limbs to keep them warm. It was Insanely interesting as an evolutionist believer, and By that, I mean the educated populace in my last life.

That meant we Bunny-kin must have some survival reason or someone intervened to have this happen.

The girl was shy, looking at her new owner. She had a cute black collar that seemed to have no seam. Her white ears twitched as she looked with those big silver eyes down to my shorter self. I would never have believed in my lifetimes I would have a slave. I wasn\'t closed-minded to it, as a lot of these slaves got themselves into their predicament.

It was a feudal society that people could grow insanely strong, as had my family. This quickly became a Strong ruled the weak society races lived or died by what someone died. It made sense to use magic and enchantments to rule over them. It was also true to make the strong submit to the weaker. After originally learning, I was in thought for a while and came to this conclusion.

No, this girl probably sold herself, and my mother got her at a high price.

"Thank you, Mom, I will make use of her," My smile wide, I went and gave her a hug lavishing in the love my mother consistently showed me. I never knew that I missed my mother before I got another. I look back at the girl. "What\'s your story," I ask inquisitively.

"My parents passed. My older brother and sisters didn\'t want me another mouth to feed and sold a couple of my younger siblings and me so that we would not die." She states as a matter of fact. It made sense, I thought maybe I could do something about it in the future, but for now, I was a weak six-year-old.

"Cool, you will join me and learn with me anything you don\'t know. I am sure my mother will get a teacher to teach you. I want an educated servant. I don\'t need a dumb fool walking behind me." I state this, and my mother nods behind me, confirming my statement. "You will learn to clean, dress, and be able to do complex tasks for me.

I want you trained in martial arts." I continue looking at her and start to walk around her and see her bushy tail. I smile as I have one too. Hers is white, and mine is silver. "I will lead you to power, and you will give everything to me Body, Mind, and soul. You will be above others and only below me do you have to listen to." She looks at my mother than at me.

"Emily, from now on, you will only listen to Chelsea\'s Commands; not even my own will counter hers." My mom states with mana in her voice. I see Emily\'s collar\'s enchantments glow and settle after the binding. I walk up and use mana in my body to cut a small prick and swipe across the collar. I see it glow a deeper color making it permanently as slave collars work.

"Now, you are mine." I state, "I am happy to have someone around older than me. To be honest, only my mother can be a proper conversationalist; everyone else is not intelligent enough, and kids my age want to play play play without doing anything else, or they are in classes.

I Like to play, don\'t get me wrong, But Mana is so INTERESTING," The fervor in my eyes as I talk about mana is scary, at least that\'s what my mother tells me. "Like what other energy has so many uses and can compress and be used as everything but the world itself is not a manifestation of mana. I can create dirt with mana with suitable mana, but it turns back to mana if I let go of its form.

Unless I keep concentrated on it, It will just turn back to mana. At the same time, I can will it back to mana. I then turn it into Fire, water or sharpen air. How does it have so many utilities?" I rant; I was so focused on studying mana outside of history classes that my mother was scared of my interest in it.

The only thing that kept her from growing worried about my health was my workout routine every morning the rest of the time I spent on my hobbies.

As I was about to continue talking about my findings to a listener who couldn\'t escape, my mother interrupts me. "Dear, Her eyes are glossed over. She has no idea what you are talking about. Just because she can\'t walk away doesn\'t mean you can rant for hours about all your findings. Let her learn enough so you can rant to a non-ignorant person.

You might get proper feedback of ideas I picked her since she has intelligence abnormal for her age. But she needs to learn first." I paid attention and nodded. She is right; I am still used to my old environment where everyone is a genius and can at least understand. If not, ask the right questions to understand, and will stop you for clarification.

It was amazing what asking the right questions can bring too.

"Okay, Mother, please give her the best then I need someone who asks the right questions to improve faster. She doesn\'t need to be as smart or smarter than me. She needs a general understanding and the ability to ask the right questions. Many times the answers are less important than the questions." My mother\'s eyes widen at the implications of what I said. Just look at Issac newton.

He first asked the question, then figured out the answer, but if he didn\'t ask, no-one would have looked for an answer.

"I want to go meditate Mom, please get her someone to teach her. I have so many things to talk about and do." I smile big with lots of teeth.

After years of meditating and learning, My Mana pool was up to a solid three thousand five hundred and six. I was a prodigy and genius in others\' eyes. I already knew that as I learned and asked more. It was so interesting I even started to write textbooks on my understanding and would come back and change it. I wanted to use it to increase other\'s understanding of it.

But the deeper I dive into the world of Mana, the less I understand. I have more questions than answers. But I have never been happier. I worked out in the morning and kept up fitness so that I could keep in shape. I don\'t want to be a fat bunny that would look ridiculous.

I spend years with my life, not changing. I work out, then learn more about the world and continue my mana studying. I was told that What I was becoming was a Pure wizard, but I didn\'t care. The topic fascinates me as I can manipulate everything with it. If I have a greater understanding of It, Maybe I could become immortalized. I had no Idea It was a fascinating question.

I easily spent the years learning and growing my usage in mana. I learned spells that others thought only the best of the best could learn. I used my previous incarnations knowledge to its max.

One day when I turned eighteen, My mother stopped me. I was just hitting puberty, and my fur started to grow. I was stuck in my research, oblivious to the world around me as I kept up routines. Recently I picked up alchemy and went down a new no pun intended rabbit hole. Like Alice, I never knew what was; next, I was always in Ecstasy of the knowledge to learn was unending.

It never was different, but it all captured my attention to a powerful degree that the outside world ceased to matter only questions, subsequently their answers.

"No more Chelsea!" My loving mother yelled at me, "You can\'t keep this up. You are too stuck. The world will always have more questions, more answers to make even more questions!" I was starry-eyed.

"That\'s is what I love it\'s so fascinating Alchemy is awesome too we need more ingredients so I can learn even more." I looked at the dwindling supplies of my latest fascination, "I can sell some stuff for more supplies. Mother, it\'s amazing. I think I might have come up-." I was interrupted.

"Chelsea, STOP! I am saying YOU ARE A GREENHOUSE FLOWER!" She roared at me. "YOU ARE A FUCKING WIZARD WITH NO COMBAT EXPERIENCE. USUALLY, I WOULDNT DO THIS, BUT YOU ARE TOO FUCKING SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!" She had my attention, and she noticed, "Think about it; I know you will understand if you put yourself on the thought path.

What would you do if our house would be broken into by humans looking to exterminate us and were as powerful as your father and I?"

My father was a powerful wizard in the Tower we live in. He was one of the top four, but our family had run the tower to its current success for generations, and I was his successor. I stop sidetracking about the absurdity of it. I mean, the tower was enchanted protected with golems and guards. Apprentices, Novices, seniors of all sorts in wizardry we were a place of learning that I grew up in.

If it had someone powerful enough to attack it, I was toast. The only thing I could do was call in an apocalyptic event like a meteor and destroy everything and everyone around; there are reasons spells like that are banned, and they snuff out people who try to practice it. I know-how with my gravity experiments, but never have I used it.

But that put me to a new thought, what would I do even if I was somehow caught alone in various circumstances? How would I react? How would I-?

I stop my mother was correct. I was a greenhouse flower protected from all environments and challenges that might stop me. I was inexperienced at putting my knowledge to use. In the previous incarnation, I died because I didn\'t put my knowledge to use properly and brought disaster down on myself and those around me.

If I had applied my previous knowledge better, I might have come up with a plan to mitigate us until we could protect ourselves.

What have I been doing? I was following old habits. Emily was learning and was now out-killing beasts for combat knowledge. I understood why she needed to know what it was like to apply that knowledge and muscle memory because it would be a weakness without it.

My silver ears were twitching, my body in full think mode. and I look at my Mother agast. My mother looked shocked at my expression that was turning pale. My conclusions brought me to a harrowing conclusion. My mother hugs me and pets my head. My long hair is down to my knees, but I took a habit about six years ago to put mana into it.

What I didn\'t realize was although this increases my mana pool, it made my hair unsuitable. Emily now spent a lot of time combing it for me as I work. I kept it in a Ponytail for my experiments so except when I was sleeping, it was up in a ponytail. My mother loosened it, and it dropped.

"Dear, no more experiments, so keep your hair loose, Promise me for a little bit, take a break, and see the world around you." With my conclusion, I would need to travel and travel a lot for some years. I could also make trips to get more of the rare materials that I have wanted, for example. I then realized I stopped any attention to my System.

This is a fucking system that the gods gave me its blue pop-ups that appear once in a while only annoyed me in thought paths, so I ignored them.

"Mom, I am sorry you are correct. The logical thought path you have brought me is that I am what some would call a glass cannon. As soon as anyone hits me, I am broken. I need to see the world live and kill, seeing the best way to do that. I need to become strong. You and father are Strong, so I must journey to see the logical conclusion of how to become strong.

I must know how it is at the edge and experience fighting for life to know how to love it." I came to this conclusion.

"If that is your decision. Then I will help, honey. I will help." My mother said smiling with tears in her eyes.