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Wonder Woman and Batgirl Bunnygirls 2
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You move toward the front row with practiced grace, channeling every diplomatic reception you've ever endured as Diana Prince. The tray balances perfectly in your hands despite its impossible physics. Professional. Efficient. No unnecessary flourishes.

Except the floor has other ideas.

Your first step lands on a surface that suddenly feels like ice. Your enhanced reflexes catch you before you fall, but the recovery requires you to bend forward at the waist, the bunny tail jutting up behind you as the tray swings out. The audience erupts in wolf-whistles and applause.

"Oooh, starting strong!" Mxyzptlk crows from above. "But our VIPs in row one are getting thirsty!"

You straighten and continue forward, but now the very air seems to resist you. Each step requires you to lean further forward, push harder, your body forced into increasingly compromising positions just to make progress. When you finally reach the blob-creature, extending the tray requires a deep bend that makes the fishnet-clad curves of your rear the focal point for half the audience.

The blob gurgles appreciatively, several eyes swiveling to follow your movements as a pseudopod reaches for a champagne flute.

"Lower, sweetheart!" calls the business-suit-with-no-occupant. "Can't quite reach from here!"

You grit your teeth and comply with minimal movement, but the tray suddenly gains weight, pulling your arms down and forcing you to bend deeper. Your face burns with fury even as you maintain the Princess's composure. On stage, you catch Bruce's eye—he's watching with barely contained rage, his feminine jaw clenched tight.

"Magnificent form!" Mxyzptlk does a little flip in midair. "Tell you what, let's make this interesting. Each drink requires a full curtsy AND a compliment for the recipient. That's just good service!"

The creature made of screaming mouths reaches for a glass, its appendage waiting expectantly.

"Well?" the imp sing-songs. "We're waiting! And remember—the audience votes on your performance. Low scores mean... consequences. For you AND our bachelorette up there."

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POSTEDMay 11, 2026
ARCHIVEDMay 11, 2026