In which a bumbling bunnyboy finds a very, very enticing gift upon his warren’s Solstice tree: a sweet, buxom plantgirl who seems as innocent as she is irresistible. Bucks are horribly vulnerable to the slightest whiff of feminine pheromones… but plants don’t have those. Right?

When a mind controlling cult is raided, one woman has to cope with the return of a sister that no longer remembers her. And with the leader still on the loose, it’s only a matter of time before she reclaims what is hers.

You may not want to speak to the manager, but she’d like to speak to you.