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The Truth about Bunnies * * *

Much like most video porn, the plot exists to provide some semblance of a reason for things to happen. Don't read too much into it, since I knew I wanted certain things done to the rabbit, and I needed a story to connect the dots. I've made attempts at making the world a bit more realistic in subsequent passes, but it really comes down to sex, castration, domination, submission, masochism, necessary sadism, and vore. And this vore is not your father's swallow-the-wriggling-one-into-my-tummy-all-peacefully type vore. This is your "skewer, cook, rip, and chew while alive" type vore. As such, this should only be read by adults, and even those adults should really consider carefully the sick mind at work writing this story. Feel free to copy, plagiarize, steal, sell, or burn this work in any way that you wish. If someone wants to claim ownership of the story, they are more than welcome to it. If someone would like to illustrate it, I'd love to see that. (I'd illustrate it, and I still might, but it will probably just be stick figures.) Now, to the story. And for you that just want to skip ahead to see if the rest of the story is worth reading or not: Castration (heavy) 260 Masturbation (mild) 452 Male-Male (medium) 488 Bondage (very light) 636 Male-Male (medium) 989 Male-Male (heavy) 1056 watersports (light) 1098 Vore (heavy) 1220 Male-Female (light) 1345 D/s is sprinkled throughout the story. Please note that all characters being portrayed in this story are of consensual ages, and that no real creatures of any type were hurt in the production of this work of smut. * * * The bunny was just walking down the street in town. This bunny stood about four feet tall, five if you counted his ears that stood off his head when they perked up with interest. They flicked around as he stepped around with a bounce in his stride. His fur was quite plush and bright white, and looked as if he spent quite a long time combing it each morning. He had something of a permagrin on his face, which was only interrupted with an occasional smile he gave to passing stranger. One of these happened to be a bear. Not a full adult, but much older than a cub. He looked as if he was quite amused by the happy bouncy bunny. As the rabbit passed and smiled, the bear asked, "Hey there, you look quite happy." "Yep, everything's coming up roses. I'm called Thumper. How're you this fine day?" The bear blinked. This was unusual since normally the rabbits and bunnies that walked by either did their best to remain as low profile as possible, ignore him altogether, or even avoid passing by him. On more than one occasion he saw small bunny couples walk across the street to avoid passing him. But now here was this little one just chatting away. Odd. "Well, I'm doing quite well myself. Thanks for asking. And my name's actually quite a mouthful, so friends just call me Taffy." It was now the bunny's turn to be amazed, since he hadn't talked with someone this friendly since he had left the renegades the week before. Glancing over, he saw a bench, and instantly hopped onto it, sitting and making the slightest motion with his head to indicate his approval of Taffy taking a seat beside him, to which the bear responded by doing just that. The bunny extended his paw to Taffy, "I'm delighted to meet you." The bunny didn't seem to want to say much more after the bear shook his paw, simply content to swing his legs back and forth sitting on the bench. The bear looked him over. Thumper sure didn't appear to look like someone's house rabbit, and who would let their house rabbit just roam around the streets leisurely anyway? He decided to approach the subject carefully, "So, Thumper, how long have you been in town?" Despite his reluctance to start a conversation, he really did enjoy chatting. "Oh, I just got here today. I took the path from the mountains through the field that borders the woods. I've been wandering for the past week or so. This is the first town I've seen." As he talked, he started rifling through his bag, and pulled out a clover leaf to start munching on it. "Ah, I see. Don't talk with your mouth full, by the way." The bear sighed. This bunny would be either at a farm or dead from the guard dogs by nightfall. He sighed, then continued to talk as if nothing were wrong, "Really? From the mountain? Have you been simply sleeping outside?" Thumper put away the clover leaf, slightly embarrassed by his lack of decorum. "Mostly. Last night I slept at some old barn just outside of town however. Really nice loft filled with dry hay. Looked like it wouldn't survive too many more winters, but a warm place to sleep for the night at any event." It was at this time that the local Constable happened by. Not good news for the bunny, the bear thought. And the Constable seemed to notice the problem immediately. "Hey, Taffy -- that your rabbit?" Taffy had to think quick, and went ahead and made the call. "Yep. Just got him from a farm way outside of town. Was just coming back with him and I needed to stop by and say hi to some friends." The rabbit said nothing, just listening quietly to the two large creatures discussing him. "Well," said the Constable, "Taffy, you know better than to have a whole rabbit out in public without a leash. I have half a mind to confiscate it, but instead I'm just going to write you a 20 dollar fine and let you off with a warning." The cop quickly wrote out the ticket and handed it to the bear, and then walked off. Taffy simply looked at the ticket for a moment, contemplating how he had just lost a day's pay for this rabbit he had only just met. Damn. "Hey," the bunny spoke up, almost reading the bears expression, "Hey, er, sorry about that. I'll try to make it up to you..." He shuffled his feet on the ground, blushing with embarrassment about the predicament that he had already gotten this bear he had just met into. The bear looked at the small rabbit. Well, why not. Maybe it could be his lucky day anyway-- a house rabbit for 20 bucks was a pretty good deal in itself, since they normally ran into the hundreds. And if he only turned out to be a eatable type of bunny, well, those were at least a hundred on their own. He would have to just make sure that this one wouldn't cost him any more money by walking around in public. He sighed again, and said, "I know Thumper. And how would you like to come home with me tonight? It's plenty warm, and you can stay as long as you'd like." Thumper nodded quickly at his good fortune, and smiled quite brightly. He even bounced up and down a little on the ground, still smiling his huge silly grin. The bear correctly assumed this was acceptance, and therefore began to go home, the bunny following close behind him. His place was only a couple of blocks away, in a small warm cave that his parents had given to him as a moving out present. He opened the door, let Thumper in, and then followed him into the place. They walked into the living room, which had a single large hearth and a bookcase with several older novels and texts. Facing the hearth was a small couch, and a large, overstuffed chair sat beside it. Next to the hearth, a small hallway led to the kitchen, where there was a fireplace as well. A small icebox was against one of the walls, and pots and pans were hung from the ceiling along small rails. In the middle of the kitchen there was a table big enough to feed two bears seated at it. They then walked back to the living room, and took another short hallway off of it from which was attached a small bathroom and a bedroom. The bedroom was quite simple, consisting of a single large mattress covered with piles of blankets and furs. There was also a single closet in which hung coats and other bear necessities. After the grand tour, the bear returned to the main room and sat back into his large chair, motioning for Thumper to take the couch, which he did. "OK, now, tell me about yourself," the bear queried. "Well, I was born on a small farm across the mountains. My family's line had been owned by the family of Rashaka that lived there for many generations. I was still a kit when several rabbits broke in one night, promising freedom. They seemed quite nice, and they were quite insistent. The rest of my family stayed but I ended up going with them. "And do you know what they thought freedom was? They had me scrounging for food on a cliff-side daily. Digging new runs in their burrows, and constantly worrying about whether I would get to breed or not. Well, I let this go on for about a year, and then gave up on them. When the spring came, I gathered up some supplies, and started hiking. "I originally tried to hike back to the farm I came from. No luck. The first time I had done it had been when I was completely stunned by everything going all around me, and in the dark. It took the full night to get from the farm to the warren. I went down to the foot of the mountain and wandered around a little, and then decided to give up. The warren members had often discussed a town on the other side of the mountain. One filled with bears. They seemed quite frightened of it, but would never say why. "So, I took a mountain pass that I had seen on my earlier descent, and then followed that old road-- you know, the one that goes between the woods and a field? And then here I am." The bear nodded, listening intently to the entire story. He smiled at the rabbit's conclusion, and then looked at him in contemplation. Time to explain a few things about the facts of life here. "I see. Well, I hate to say it, but your friends in the warren might have had reason to fear this town: There are no free rabbits here. All rabbits are taken care of by some bear. Earlier I told the police officer that you were mine. Now, here's your dilemma. "You can leave now. It's not quite dark, and you may be able to get back to that farm. However, the police dogs are set loose at night to look for suspicious activities, and any rabbits out after curfew are considered fair game-- they kill them, but not before toying with them for a while. Now, the other option is that you stay here with me. And if you'd like to stay here for a while, you can help yourself to the greens in the bottom of the icebox and in the root cellar." He waited patiently for Thumper to respond, which he did quite quickly, "I'd love to stay here! This place is a palace! And I told you I owed you for paying that cop like you did." Taffy smiled, and then sighed a little. "Well, if you're going to be staying here, there is one other small matter that we need to attend to. Bucks, er, well, if you're going to wander around town and run errands for me by yourself, er, well, you need to be fixed." He blushed hotly at this last part, and scratched his feet on the floor. Thumper blinked, and thought to himself for a moment. "And what if I just walk to that neighbor's house about a block away and ask for shelter?" Taffy quickly answered, "You'd be a stew by nightfall. You are obviously not owned, and also not trained. You'd be looked at as the best piece of luck that happened to the household in a while most likely." Thumper blinked, "Wait-- you mean you eat rabbits also?" The bear nodded again and sighed. "Well, yes. Although I wasn't planning on eating you myself. I mean, you seem quite friendly, so I was hoping you'd just stay as a friend for a while. Of course I'd want you to do a little housework, but nothing too strenuous. You'd be what we call a 'house-rabbit' or 'house-bunny'." Thumper thought to himself. First I left the farm I was on and that was a mistake. Then I left the warren I was in and that now looks like a mistake. Can I believe he's telling the truth? Most certainly. To answer his thoughts, a dog howled outside as the sun finally set. That did it. Thumper nodded and sighed. His hand moved down to rub himself a little, to feel himself whole for as long as he could. The bear released the breath he had been holding and stood up to walk to the kitchen. He picked up the phone to call his mother. After a few minutes pleasantries, he got the the point of the call, and wrote down the directions as she told him. She seemed quite pleased with him having a house rabbit, and amazed that he could already afford one (although he didn't tell her the discount he had gotten.) He walked back to the living room and picked up his coat. "I need to get something from the store. I'll be back within the hour." While he was gone, the bunny walked around the cave dwelling, and finally settled down on the couch again with a book filled with pictures that he idly flipped through. The bear did come back, and with only a small bag. He took the bunny by the had, and led him to the kitchen. With a smooth movement his set the rabbit on the table. From a drawer, he produced something that looked like a harness. The bear also showed him a small leather kit. It looked quite old, and he opened it to show several metal utensils. Taffy explained, "See, this is a tourniquet, this-- a clamp, and this--" He opened it wooded stove and stuck something that looked like a small, heavy metal spatula into the fire. "This is for cauterizing your wounds." The bunny assisted as much as he could while the belt and shoulder straps were put on him, and then his arms bound behind his head. His hind-legs were bent quite far back, and finally cross connected to the belt at his waist. The whole setup now made him quite unable to move and his crotch quite exposed to the bear as he was positioned. The bear then set the directions down and read from them as he started. "Insert tube into penis." He looked up, "This is probably not going to be too pleasant I would believe." He palpitated around the sheath of the bunny, nearly giggling at the small size of it. He took the small length of tube from the package he had bought at the store, and slid it into the tip of the penis. "Oh-- that kinda burns... Wow!" There were several other exclamations that the bunny said as the bear slowly fed the tube into the rabbit, going ever deeper. He simply smiled and nodded at Thumper's remarks as he worked, not really paying attention. Finally, it was all the way in, and he sat back a little and smiled at his work so far. He read the next line, "Plug him up." His mother had said that rabbits that weren't from the farm or had eaten would tend to shoot crap out when the cutting began. Not only did this infect, but it also was not pleasant in the least for the cutter. His mother has said pretty much anything worked, from sock over a tennis ball to a radish. Taffy was planning on using a small turnip with top still on it, which would make removal much simpler as well. Thumper just looked at the fairly large root and how the bear was holding it. He nervously joked, "hey, we only just met..." And swallowed a little. As the bear pressed in the vegetable, he contorted around, twisting and writhing as he seemed to stretch and rip. The bear was also hoping that this would happen, and as the bunny contorted and twisted, he ratcheted the harness a couple of times. This tightened the rabbit back, and made his writhing much subdued. With one last shove, the root was in. Taffy chuckled since the turnip greens poking out made it look like the bunny had a second tail. The rabbit shifted around as much as he could, and finally adjusted to the plug in him. He smiled awkwardly to the bear, "These binds are a little tight..." The bear nodded, "The only other way to do what I'm going to do is to knock you unconscious. However, I'm not good at judging the amount of force I need to hit with, and I'd fear I'd either end up beating you or killing you. Now, this next part won't be too pleasant on you. Open your mouth, and I'll gag you." Thumper's eyes opened, but his mouth followed suit similarly. The bear placed a small chestnut apple into his mouth and then bound it in place quickly with something like a handkerchief. The bear smiled at his immobilized friend. "Now, please, I know it will hurt, so don't be embarrassed about crying." The bear slid the tube a bit more into the bunny, and then pressed on Thumper's abdomen. Urine flowed freely from the tube into a small catch basin. When the bear was convinced that he had gotten most of it out, he picked up the tourniquet and fastened it tightly around the base of the bunny's sheath and scrotum. He cinched it up tightly many times, and as the skin turned a dark purple, the bunny's eyes teared up and he made several noises indicating a profound displeasure with the proceedings. However, due to his position and the tightness of the harness he found he could not move at all. He did try reflexively, but was not able to make even the least movement from all his efforts. As the first cut came, Thumper's eyes widened, and he began sobbing into the gag. Taffy continued cutting slowly and carefully around the small sac, but was quickly done nonetheless. He pulled the two small testicles from their home, and snipped each one off. He pulled the small tool from the fire and pressed it against the hole he had made, and then moved on to the penis. He smiled to the bunny, "You're more than half way there. And I must say that I'm not sure you'll even miss this small member." He chuckled, nudging the rabbit in an attempt at camaraderie. Thumper wasn't in the mood for polite banter however, even if he had been able to respond to anything at all. As far as he was concerned, his lower body basically felt on fire, and the small motions of his hips should have made his pain quite clear to the bear. If this didn't do it, then the tears streaming from his eyes and his face tightened in a grimace easily should have instead. The bear sighed, knowing his best rabbit torture jokes would probably be lost on a house bunny, and therefore got back to work. He cut in spirals downward on the small cock until he reached the edge of the tube that he had inserted, just as his mother told him to. The bleeding wasn't as bad as she told him to expect, and in short order he had pressed the hot tool to those cuts as well. He put the small bunny bits in a pan that he had, wiped the rabbit down. Without much ceremony he tugged the turnip a couple of times until it popped out as well, and then quickly diapered him, adding extra padding to the front. He waited until the bunny's breathing calmed, and then took the gag out of his mouth. "See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Thumper started to disagree, but then thought about it. He checked himself, saying, "I'll simply say that I'm only glad it has to happen once." The bear nodded, smiling. "Exactly. Now, I diapered you this time, but don't expect me to be servicing you or anything." He picked up the small rabbit and cradled him, taking him to a small closet, "Here's where the clean ones are kept. When you run out..." He walked over to a small laundry sink, "This is where you are to clean them. You'll probably be back to walking shape in a few days, and you shouldn't need the diaper very long at all. It's mainly for any oozing from your wounds, although I'm guessing bowel control might be an issue as well." He chuckled, and set the rabbit on an old comforter on the side of his bed. "You're probably exhausted at this point. Fell free to rest and relax as long as you want... oh one more thing..." The bear lumbered out of the room, and Thumper tried to pay attention to the sounds he heard, but was already falling asleep from the shock and trauma his system had withstood. He had almost dozed off when the bear came back in, and therefore did nothing as the bear felt up his ear. In one swift movement, Taffy punched a wire through the flesh of the rabbit's ear about an inch from the tip, and then fastened a tag, which read "Property of Theo A. Shoemaker". Thumper cried out, and writhed, and the bear help him close, "There, now you can go out into town whenever you feel up to it. Just make sure you're back by nightfall. Now, try to relax and go to sleep." This the bunny did, almost immediately, although it was probably closer to passing out than a gentle falling asleep. He didn't even stir when the bear came in to go to bed a few hours later, nor when the bear got up and went off to work. When he did awake, he found he couldn't move right away. Every muscle screamed with either violations from the knife or the stretching of his bindings. He moved his head around, the only part of him that did not howl, and looked around the room. He saw that Taffy had left a glass of water, a small plate of cut fruit, and some lettuce within his reach. On his other side, there were three clean diapers and a small plastic bag. He got to work re-diapering himself, trying not to look at the ugly wound or th black from his dried blood on the cloth. He also tried to ignore the powerful odor of the mess he made. He cleaned himself with some of the water, drank the rest of it, and then put the fresh cloth on, quite glad he was alone in the room. He picked at the food for a little bit, and the fell back asleep into uncomfortable but forgetful dreams. He woke up as the bear came home from work, still quite stiff, but at least nothing in him seemed to still be mounting an active protest to its condition. He moved around a little, realizing that he might be able to even walk again. Since Taffy thought he was still asleep, he didn't bother coming in right away, preferring to put away some of the foodstuffs he had just eaten. This gave the rabbit time to change himself again, and clean himself up quite a bit. He stood, biting back a little yelp, and then stretched painfully again. He then started to waddle out to the living room. Taffy saw the bunny coming toward him from his bedroom and his whole countenance seemed to beam with joy. Aside from the stiff walk, which was easily to be expected, there seemed none of the post-op type of infections that could easily crop up. He just stood there as Thumper came toward him. The rabbit stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, and smiled--sort of. He then sighed, asking, "So, how'd your day go?" The bear grinned, "Much better than yours I'm sure. But it looks like you'll be well again soon enough." Thumper nodded and went over to the flay-rah bin and picked up a small radish and began crunching on it. "These are significantly easier to take orally." The bear almost keeled over, slapping his knee with raucous laughter. Thumper smiled and gingerly sat on a chair, his legs still spread. * * * Days went by, and Thumper did improve. As the bear predicted, he was out of the diaper within a few days, and at the end of the week there was only the absence of his sex and the tag in his ear to remind him of what transpired. As he slowly got better, he was to a point where he was well enough to waddle about the house, but not good enough to go to town. From this cabin fever and boredom more than anything else, he took to cleaning. Soon, it seemed the bear quite came to expect it, but since Thump didn't have any other pressing engagements, he had no reason not to. Especially since the bear was keeping him on a nice steady diet of the finest greens he had ever seen. Their sleeping arrangements had stabilized, with him at the foot of the bed in his blanket, and the bear above him. One evening, as Thumper lay restless, but trying to sleep, the bear started to play with himself. He reached a paw down between his legs, and then started rubbing his floppy sheath around. Soon he was quite erect, and pumping full fisted quite furiously. He was just working his way through the scene involving Linda, that gorgeous bear at the cafe, when he heard a giggle. He opened his eyes, and by the thin beams of moonlight filtering in through his window, he saw the bunny looking over the edge of his bed at him while he stroked himself. He instantly stopped, and if Thumper could see in the dim light, he would notice a bear blushing furiously. "Don't stop on my account." The smile on Thumper's face was plain enough in his voice. The bear did stop however, and soon his cock was retreating into its sheath much like the bear wanted to retreat under the covers. But then the bear thought. Damnit, this is my house. I can masturbate if I want to. I would do it in front of a bookcase, I would do it in front of my dresser drawers. Why wouldn't I do it in front of my house-bunny? He started to rub himself again, and glanced over at the rabbit, "Hey, how about a little help?" Thumper blinked, and started to sink back down below the bed, sorry now that he had interfered in the slightest. "It wasn't a request, Thumper. That was an order." Thumper tried to ignore him, feigning sleep. "Dammit Thumper, if you don't get up here right now and work with me, I might just have to have myself a little midnight snack." Thumper shivered a little, and then climbed up and put a paw onto the shaft of the bear, manipulating it fairly haphazardly. The bear smiled as his erection quickly returned. Partly from the rubbing provided from the rabbit, but more-so from the power he felt commanding his slave. He leaned back, becoming even more aroused as he thought about it. "Hey, Thumper, you suck at paw jobs. Straddle me." Thumper blinked again, his paw never stopping working, and the bear could have almost thought Thumper didn't hear him if he didn't know any better. "Thumper, I'm going to eat one of your ears as we sit here unless you straddle me right now." Thumper quickly climbed up and straddled the bear. He didn't say anything, and his actions happened to be as much out of fear as confusion. He had started thinking himself an equal to the bear in the household. This was obviously not the case. Taffy took Thumper and pressed the bunny down over his cock. He felt some resistance, so he grabbed some lotion and spread it on Thumper's cheeks and rim, as well as himself. Then holding Thumper by the arms on his side, pressed him firmly onto his cock. He started pumping the bunny up and down on his shaft, thinking about Linda, and how her tight cunt would feel on his cock. Maybe it would feel like this. He groaned again, saying, "As long as you pleasure me when I want, I probably won't ever eat you." He smiled at his power, and suddenly spasmed into his rabbit. Thumper bit back a squeal, and shuddered himself. The bear pulled out of the rabbit, pressing the tissue he was going to use into the tailhole of the rabbit to keep anything from leaking out onto his bed. "Now, clean me." Thumper, already being violated, was well past the point of objecting. He also assumed, quite correctly, that the bear meant with his tongue. He started licking in and around the sheath of the bear, cleaning it for several minutes until the larger animal growled with pleasure, and pulled him up to his chest. He snuggled against his little rabbit, and fell asleep in the afterglow of climax. Thumper would have preferred getting the tissue out before sleeping, but noticed he didn't have much of a say in the matter, and quickly fell asleep himself. * * * Weeks past and the two settled into a comfortable routine of bear and house bunny, with Thumper cooking and cleaning as directed. He didn't much like cooking other animals for the bear, and was quite insistent upon only using non-sentients and certainly never rabbits. The bear agreed, and since non-sentients were cheaper anyway, it really wasn't much of an issue. When Taffy had a day off, they would often go to the park, or take a walking trip out to the countryside. One evening as they walked, they saw something that looked like a carcass stretched around a tree. It seemed that it used to be a rabbit, but he couldn't tell. Taffy pointed to a limb some fifteen feet higher. It was a bunny alright: his head still wore the shock of the pain he must have experienced at the teeth and paws of the town guard dogs. This was when Thumper realized his position was truly permanent. However, he would end up wrong about that. * * * One evening Taffy came home and Thumper took his coat and offered him a Pre-dinner cheese platter while he read the town's paper. As he sat between the bear's knees, preparing to give his standard pre-dinner blow job, he looked up, "So that Linda sure is cute." He started licking around the shaft of the bear, teasing him to an erection. "Yes, she is..." Taffy murred in the joy he normally felt at this moment, his mind imaging Linda as his wife performing this very duty one day. He sighed, then blinked a couple of times, "What did you say?" Thumper pulled his mouth off the bear, smiling, "Linda. She's pretty cute. When are you going to ask her out?" "How do you know about Linda?" "I go on afternoon walks. I saw you at the cafe on Monday at lunch. Then again on Tuesday. Both times I tried to wave discreetly, but you didn't seem to notice. Yesterday I see you waiting for a certain table even though four of them are available. Today you went three separate times, twice during your lunch break, and the second time you looked like you were about to pop. Why don't you just ask her out?" "It's not that simple." "Yes, it is. Look, I've been hopping around town now for over a month. Bears ask each other out all the time..." "Has someone asked her out?" "Haven't noticed. Just do it. She's single. She still lives with her parents. I have no doubt she's waiting for some handsome bear like yourself to come and sweep her off her feet." "How do you know she lives with her parents?" "I followed her home after she finished her lunch shift today. She lives about three blocks from here. Her last name is Mudwinter. And I must say that Shoemaker is a significant step up in the name department." The bear just looked at this rabbit now sucking his cock in front of him. It wasn't that comforting that the bunny had taken to stalking women he was interested in, however, it was kinda like he had a minion. That he liked. And it was easily the most useful service the bunny had yet performed for him, making him quite the catch indeed. "Fine. I'll do it." "Tomorrow?" "Yes. Now, stop pestering me and finish me off." Thumper smiled and resumed his duty, suckling the cock and rolling the bears balls around just as he liked them. Within moments the bear had given Thumper his appetizer, and Thumper swallow-gagged the rancid snack down, smiling in a mockery of enjoyment. The bear knew Thumper didn't like the taste, but it was so much less messy for him to swallow it anyway. * * * The next evening, the bear nearly burst into the apartment, glowing with joy. "No dinner tonight, Thump. I've got a date." "You asked her out? And she said yes? That's great! Where are you going?" "I thought we'd go to her restaurant. After all, she knows the food quite well, and therefore knows what is and isn't good. Also, she can probably get a discount--" Thumper interrupted, "You're an idiot." The bear stopped in mid sentence. "What did you just say?" "I said, 'You are an idiot.' Are you so stupid to think that a waitress would want to eat at the diner she works in? Would you expect her to fetch the meal as well? Would you tip her? Go to a nice place. Splurge. Make a picnic basket. Do something--anything, as long as you don't go to her cafe." The bear thought about this, and realized he'd have to agree with the rabbit's assessment. And maybe a picnic would be a good idea. "Can you make us up a basket? I'm supposed to pick her up in about an hour or so." Thumper nodded, smiling, and quickly hopped over to the kitchen and made a picnic basket of cold cuts, different condiments, a bottle of wine, along with cheeses, fruits, and chocolates. He also made sure to put in all necessary plates and utensils. As he did this, the bear showered and dressed. When he came out of his room thirty minutes later, the basket was ready, and Thumper presented it, explaining what was in it. "Excellent. Now, one thing, however. I can't have you calling me an idiot." Taffy put the basket down, and in one hand picked up Thumper by the scruff of the neck. He walked over to the pantry, and took out a length of rope. This he quickly tied around Thumper's hind feet, and then hung him in the closet, turning off the light. "I'll let you down when I get back." * * * When Taffy got back from the date, he did indeed let Thumper down, saying, "Next time I have to do that, it will be the meat hooks through your ankles." Thumper looked at him, still pretty dizzy, but nodded. "How did the date go?" "Perfectly. She loved the picnic idea. She thinks I'm quite the romantic." Thumper smiled, and followed the bear to his bed to sleep as they normally did. * * * After a couple of weeks of dating, Taffy brought Linda home with him for a dinner in. Thumper had the place immaculate as always, and he met them at the door when they came in. "Linda, this is my house-rabbit, Thumper. Thumper, Linda, my date." Thumper bowed, and took her coat, "The pleasure is truly all mine," Thumper said. Linda smiled down to Thumper, "My, aren't you just the cutest little bunny." He pinched his cheek tightly, and Thumper noticed her slurp back a little bit of drool. Thumper personally couldn't see what Taffy saw in her. To him, the looked pretty similar except for the clothes they were wearing. They both stood about 8 feet high, the both weighed somewhere in the 600-700 pound range. They both had brown fur covering their bodies. Sure, the female was a tad shorter, and her eyes seemed to be a different shade of brown, but he guessed that intra-species beauty guidelines are something better left to the species in question. Thumper quickly hopped off to hang the coats while Taffy showed Linda around. By the time they got back, Thumper had the table set, and was presenting an exquisite dish of quail eggs, several exotic cheeses, with a light mushroom sauce. He had candles lit, and two wine glasses had already been poured. He had gone back to the kitchen to finish preparing the chocolate mousse dessert, and over heard them talking. "I can't believe he wasn't trained," she was saying. "Yeah, I was just walking down the street and I ran into him. He's been a good bunny-- almost a friend." Thumper cringed at the word 'almost', his heart sinking a little. It didn't sink too far, since he still hoped that the bear really did think of him as a friend, and he just couldn't admit it in front of his lady friend. "And he looks so tender and plump... Oh, think we could have him for dinner some night?" Thumper's ears perked up in the kitchen, and he didn't move at all. Taffy seemed to shrug it off, "Well, maybe, but I'd rather not-- he keeps the place so clean..." Thumper heard the couple finish their plates by the sounds of the scrapings of the forks on the china, and instantly reappeared to remove them from the table. Taffy continued, "And so attentive, I must say." Linda smiled down at the little bunny, and as he took her plate she leaned over him and took in a deep whiff of his scent. "Well, whatever you've been feeding him, he smells divine." Taffy chuckled inwardly, thinking he should mention that cum shots were his secret ingredient, but having sex with your house bunny was a lot like taking a crap-- everybody did it, everybody knows it's done, but it's just not something to bring up in a pleasant conversation. Thumper returned with the dessert just before he could open his mouth and make an ass out of himself, and the bear thanked him with a grin. "That will be all tonight, Thumper." Taffy had mentioned to him that he would be sleeping in the larder that night-- it was a quite accepted place for house rabbits to sleep, and it would leave the bedroom free for himself and his date if things happened to go as well as he could hope. So far things were certainly looking good, and that glow in her look and this snuggly room might be just enough to push her over the top. Thumper retired to the small closet where he had put his blanket, and leaned an ear against the wall. He heard Taffy and Linda slip back to the living room, and then heard them kissing and moaning lightly. The noise subsided briefly as a record started playing some bear mating song or other. He had listened to the record before when Taffy was away, and it just sounded like a lot of low growling set with some kind of drum beat. But once again, their was no accounting for taste in other species. Since the music was drowning out most of the sounds, he could only hear the occasional sound lifting above it, and to his reconing, things were indeed going quite well. He heard footsteps, and there only seemed to be one pair, and those were lumbering-- was he carrying her? The awkward crash into the hall and the two giggling bears told him that that had indeed been the case. The record played out, and as it ended, he heard the climaxing moans of the two bears. If he had been called to trial, he would have had to claim that they indeed had killed each other with angry beavers while gargling bees, since that's certainly what it sounded like. However things seemed to go well, since soon there was naught but the steady drone of the two bears snoring contentedly. Taffy woke her about three hours later and escorted her home. When he came back, he opened Thumper's closet, and seemed to be glowing. "I'm in love." Thumper just nodded. This was due to many reasons, not the least of which was that he really and truly couldn't care less about the sex life of a bear who castrated him and then woke him up at two in the morning to brag that he had just gotten laid and was now in love. However, he managed to give a smile, "Well, that's great. I'm really happy for you." "I think she's the one." "Well, we'll see. How about some sleep now-- don't you have to go visit your mother tomorrow?" Thumper started to get up to follow Taffy back to his room, and began to gather his blanket. Taffy turned around, closing and locking the door to the larder almost absentmindedly. Thumper waited for the bear to realize he had been forgotten. A minute passed. He coughed a little, "Taffy?" He listened, and heard only the steady drone of the bear snoring. He plopped down and fell back asleep himself, not thinking too much of being left there, but for some reason being bothered by it anyway. * * * Linda became quite the regular, and Taffy had finally given her a key to his place. Thumper certainly liked the change since he was no longer expected to constantly give oral sex to the bear. The bad thing was that Linda came over quite frequently, and stared at him. And drooled. He would have sworn that she asked him for water and other drinks simply so she could get whiffs of him. "So, Thumper, has my little Taffy been good?" "What do you mean?" "You know, have you had to do anything for him?" "Er, well, no." "Thumper?" "No, I haven't done anything for him." "You would tell me if he did, right?" "Sure." * * * Taffy had finally decided his course of action, and although he was nervous, he was overjoyed. Time to make the perfect evening. A nice romantic picnic seemed the course. And what better to be his main meal... He walked in and sat on the couch. Thumper was already in the over-sized chair looking through a picture book as the bear arrived. The bunny couldn't help notice the change on the bear's features and asked, "So, something looks up..." "I'm... I'm going to marry her..." Thumper blinked, and then smiled quite brightly. In one spring he hopped over and hug his friend, "That's great! When did you ask her?" "Well, I haven't asked her yet. I haven't even bought her flower wreath yet. You're the first one to know about this." The bunny almost teared up in pride and honor, "Aww, thanks. Is there anything I can do to help?" The bear blushed hotly, and then nodded. "When I propose, I want the night to be special. I want it perfect. And there's really only one meal that would be worthy of this special event. You." Thumper blinked in a mixture of worry, horror, and bizarre pride. He coughed, stepping back a little. "Well, I'm honored and everything, but I mean, won't you both need a house bunny after your married?" Taffy shook his head, "Well, yes and no. We will need one, but it won't be you. We're going to get one from the farm, probably as a wedding gift. The farm bunnies are usually trained in nursery care, something you haven't been, and something I can't teach you. I know you're nervous, but I'll be absolutely honored if you'll adorn my table." Thumper thought. Of course he was scared-- who wouldn't be. But at the same time, this is what he was probably born to do anyway. He certainly wouldn't be raising a family on his own. He had seen the result of an escape attempt by another rabbit. That sound in Taffy voice simply told him that his questioning tone was more of a politeness than a refusable request. There was no reason to make this any harder on either on them. He sighed and nodded his consent. The bear smiled broadly, seeing that the first preparation had been made. He beamed in joy, and Thumper hopped over and hugged him tightly. Taffy smiled and hugged the bunny back quite warmly. "Good. It won't be for a while, and I'd prefer you don't say anything to Linda when you see her." He went to the kitchen and came back with a small container of olive oil infused with rosemary. "Could you start rubbing this onto your skin every morning? It's-- er, it's flavoring." The rabbit took the bottle, opened it and took a smell. It certainly smelled quite nice. He looked up to the bear and noticed Taffy's tongue dance around the corner of his mouth. Taffy saw what Thumper was looking at and blushed a little, "Sorry, but that's one of my favorite preparations, and I haven't had a nicely cooked lagomorph in quite some time." Thumper grunted a little, and took the bottle back to his pantry. * * * Things went on normally for the rest of the week. Taffy kept seeing Linda, and they still seemed the ideal of a young couple in love. One morning Taffy leashed Thumper and took him along on an errand. Thumper was quite unused to being leased like this, but made no objections and followed obediantly behind his owner. He knew that when they proceeded like this that he was not supposed to talk, so he never said a word. Finally they got to a little store off of the main street. Taffy tied Thumper to a nearby post and went in further to talk to the store's only other occupant. They conversed quietly out of earshot from Thumper, who only heard the occasional reference to him as he tried to get comfortable. However, the position of the leash and collar made it hard to do anything else but stand leaning against a post chest first. He finally heard them approaching again and caught the tail end of the shopkeeper's talk, "...be agreeable. He looks quite plump and tasty however. A bit old for a roast, but I suspect with proper seasoning he should work out well." The larger bear looked down at Thumper and unfastened his leash, "There, there. Come with me." Thumper followed, and Taffy walked behind him. They walked to a table in the back, and the larger bear tapped a table. The bunny hopped up and sat on it. The shopkeeper leaned the bunny back as he began, "So, I'll show you how to start. You have two options, mouth entry or rear entry. If you were experienced at this, or if your bunny were alive and disagreeable, you would go with mouth entry. In your case you'll choose rear entry." The shopkeeper didn't seem to be talking at all to the rabbit, and seemed somewhat amused at Taffy's discomfort about the talk around his friend. He took a long pole, blunted at one end, and started putting butter around the tip, "Now you can use butter or lard. It really depends on what other seasonings you're planning on using. However, don't use something that's an oil at room temperature-- I find those don't lubricate well at all for these uses." He held his paw on Thumper's lower belly, and continued, "Now, hold him firmly like this and start inserting into his anus." He stepped aside, and Taffy placed his paw like the Shopkeeper showed. "Now, insert the pole until you feel a resistance." The pole slid in quite easily, mainly due to the lubrication and the fact it was thinner than the cock he normally took in that oriface. Soon three inches were in and Thumper gasped a little at the cool metal inside him. Taff stopped, "I feel resistance." The shopkeeper stepped up and pressed a little, "No, further." Taffy took the rod in hand and pressed in some more. Another inch, and Thumper was biting his lower lip and quivering. "That's it, a little further. You'll need to put some muscle into it." Taffy leaned into the rod and it quickly slid in another three inches and then stopped. Thumper gasped, and the Shopkeeper said, "That's it." Taffy relaxed, and the Shopkeeper made a small mark on the rod just outside Thumper's rim. He then pulled out the rod and sat Thumper up on the table. "There, see, you're fine. Wait here." Just to make sure Thumper realized that it was more of statement of fact than a polite command, his leash was reattached and fastened to the table. Taffy and the Shopkeeper walked into another room. About a half hour passed, and Thumper heard the occasional laughter and chuckles from the other room. He shifted about, squeezing his muscles back into place, and mainly tapping his fingers as he finally got a chance to look around the shop. The walls were covered with pictures of lagomorphs in various positions, all of them final. There were rabbits being roasted, some deep fried, others pan fried on giant grills. Some looking quite calm on spits, others skinned and braized. Books and pamplets lined the walls, as well as a couple of rows of cooking implements and seasonings. Finally, Taffy came out and smiled with a soft look. He carried a small bag, and went to the till where he paid the Shopkeeper. He then collected Thumper and walked out with him. Thumper stepped a bit funny for a little while, but was soon back in his old stride. Thumper assumed that they were going home, but they soon turned and went towards the park. Taffy led him to a little clearing and then sat down. "I'm leaving the leash on you so you know you aren't to say anything until I am finished. This is really hard on me. It's noon, there are five hours until the dogs are out. You could probably make it to the mountains since you know the direct route by now. I'm about to take your leash off. You're free if you want to go. "I'm telling you this because I'm offering you a choice. I think of you as a friend, and I can't in good conscience do to you what I desire without your consent. Linda is very special to me. Everything has gone so well, and I want everything to go perfect." Taffy smiled and blushed, looking quite embarrassed, and then sighed, then continued. "I need to cook you alive. It's the traditional engagement meal, and Linda's mentioned it more than once that you look delicious. The store I was at this morning was teaching me how to have you skewered alive. I went in the back and he showed me how to proceed using a mock up rabbit. The room has been reserved as well. "If you run, it'll be a large mark against me, but I'm willing to take it. Linda probably won't marry me, and I know I won't ever end up with another girl as good as her. So, I'm risking the loss of two friends here. But I have to know you are OK with it, since I couldn't live with myself otherwise." Taffy finally stopped talking, and Thumper just looked at him for a moment, stunned. After taking him in, letting him live in comfort, here was his friend giving him this bane of choice. Thumper had thought he had deserved better, but obviously not. And all so this bear could live with himself easily. Maybe he should run off-- it would serve Taffy right for curing him like this. But to where? Sure, he could run. He could get to the mountains. And then what? Scraping an existence by scrounging for leaves and berries until the winter? Freezing to death if he weren't hunted down first? Pointless. Before Taffy could even unfasten his leash, he stilled the bear's paw, and just looked at him. Taffy smiled and sighed. He scuffed the top of Thumper's head, understanding, and then unleashed him anyway. "I understand your choice, and won't talk about it anymore until we have to. For now I thought we'd just chat in the pleasant warmth of the day." For the next few hours Thumper and Taffy talked about the town's affairs, about his gossip from work, and soon the talk, as it always did, turned to Linda. They chatted for a while, and they started to get closer together as he talked. Soon, Thumper noticed that Taffy was rubbing him behind his ears. Thumper looked up and kissed the bear's paw and smiled into his eyes. "Did you want to make love?" Taffy asked this seemingly out of nowhere, and Thumper just looked at him for a second, blinking. He had never been asked like that before, but assumed that Taffy wanted a blow. He started to move down between the Bear's legs and rub the large sheath like he normally did. Taffy stopped him, "No, I don't mean help me masturbate. I mean make love. I'll show you." Taffy leaned the bunny back and started to kiss and lick down his chest. His paws followed, and he massaged and scritched the smaller creature all over. Soon Thumper was moaning with complete enjoyment, and even blushing a little. "Now, I'd offer to let you mount me if you had the equipment, but as it is, I'll simply be gentle." Taffy moved Thumper onto his paws and knees, and then got up behind him. He took out some paw lotion he had and slicked himself up, and then slowly slid into the smaller creature. When Taffy went in gently, Thumper noticed that there was very little discomfort. In this position, it was even quite pleasurable as the bear rubbed against his prostate. Soon, Thumper was in extacy as the motions brought him to a seedless orgasm. He groaned in pleasure as Taffy grunted and came in him after many thrusts, and they both fell to the ground, giggling. Thumper snuggled up to Taffy's warm front and relaxed, and they both fell asleep. When Thumper opened his eyes again, he was still snuggling against the bear, but the grass was wet with dew, and the night had fallen. He sighed happily again, and then realized that night had fallen, and he was in the park. Furthermore, he looked around and saw what had awaken him: four large lupomorphs were standing around their prone figures. Thumper nudged Taffy who woke up with a start, grunted a little and opened his eyes. He stopped in mid yawn as he realized the situation. "'ello 'ello 'ello, wot do we 'ave 'ere?" "Er, sorry, just having a bit of fun in the park and fell asleep. My bad-- we'll be going." The dog that had spoken originally eyed the other three and in a quiet signal they moved between Taffy and the exit of the clearing. Taffy knew that they couldn't hurt him and expect to live. It was a different story entirely with Thumper however. "Not so fast, guvnah. It looks to me and me mates that you 'ave yourself a wee little one. Wot say we 'ave a go with 'im?" "I don't think so. This is my lawful property, and if you touch him, I'll have you up on charges." The dogs that hadn't spoken yet looked at each other quite nervously, but the one that was talking seemed quite nonplussed. "No need for threats, guvnah. Afta awl, I could always mention 'ow we found you. I do believe that 'indecent exposuah' is a 'undred dollar fine, am I roight? Not to mention the embarassment that one might 'ave if the specifics of the crime were to be made known." Taffy thought for a moment, and a hundred dollar fine was certainly more than he could afford at any time of the year. He swallowed a little, and the spokesman for the little group saw that he had made an impression. "No need to worry, guvnah. We won't damage your 'ittle pet. Me an' de boys just want a 'ittle fun is all. 'ow about dis-- Only myself and one other 'll 'ave a go. 'en you'll be on your way, spit spot." Taffy thought for a moment, and quickly nodded. The spokesman smiled to the others, who quickly formed a small circle and played 'rocks paper scissors' to determine who would get to go at the little one. While they were doing this, the spokeman took Thumper by the leash and lead him to the clearing. He moved the bunny lower, placing his crotch into the rabbit's face. Thumper didn't need to be told what to do, and quickly started licking at the tip quickly growing from the sheath. Finally a dog stepped forward from the circle, smiling and cracking his knuckles. He moved around behind Thumper and grabbed his tail. He pressed his already hardened shaft into the bunny's tailhole, and quickly slid inside. The tip was much narrower than Taffy, so it wasn't too difficult for him to manage. As his head started bobbing down the canine's shaft, he glanced over at the other two dogs rubbing themselves as well, nearly drooling with desire as the pumped their cocks in their paws as they watched. He glanced to Taffy and saw his owner doing a fairly similar motion. He swallowed the cock into him mouth and pressed back, just beginning to think that this wasn't going to be too bad. He felt his tail press against the crocth of the dog behind him, and suddenly felt his hips gripped. He was pulled farther back, and was quite stunned to feel himself widening even further. He groaned and sucked hard as the dog's knot, what he thought was the base of the cock, ram into him. Soon he was tied, and his legs were splayed outward as he was fucked in his mouth and ass at the same time. He heard the two dogs do a high five over him, and they howled. He looked to the side, and saw the other two beasts had cum onto the ground. Taffy looked pretty near himself as Thumper's mouth was suddenly filled with wolfseed. He swallowed it down, gagging at the different taste. He felt the grip on his hips tighten suddenly as well, and squirmed as the hot jizz flowed into him. The one who had held him down shivered for a moment and then roughly pulled himself free, and Thumper squealed a little at the rush of pain. He just lay there, and the four dogs moved over him, standing in a circle. Thumper thought that this was the end-- they didn't care about the charges, they were going to eat him. He closed his eyes, and soon felt a rush of urine all over his body. The four dogs pissed all over him, laughing and slapping high fives as it ran into him mouth and eyes. He choked as it ran into his nose and mouth. Finally the shower was over, and when he cleared his eyes, the four dogs were gone. Only Taffy remained behind, pumping his cock over Thumper's urine soaked body. In a few seconds, he was showered with cum. He didn't say anything, and just sat beneath the spray. Taffy finished and stood over his little bunny, looking down. Thumper was about to stand, but a motion from the bear made him stop where he was. A second later, a new shower of piss flowed down over him, running all over his soaked frame. Thumper closed his eyes until it had passed, and then looked up at his owner, who had never done this degradation before. "Sorry, just couldn't resist. Now, let's go home and get you cleaned up." Thumper was quite glad it was after dark--no other bunny could see him walking leaving piss scented footprints. * * * Another week passed, and life continued as normal, except for the addition of Thumper seasoning himself with the infused olive oil. One day Taffy came home with a small package, and sat at the counter and opened it. He showed Thumper. "See, it's her flower wreath." It didn't muck look like a wreath of flowers. It was more of a stylized metal bracelet. "In the olden days, it was made of flowers. These days, it's metal so it will keep longer." He handed it to Thumper, smiling, "Try it on." Thumper put it on his wrist, "Nice, but little point on me, since it's much too large." "No, as a necklace." Thumper tried it around his throat, and Taffy quickly moved behind him to secure it in place. He then turned a couple of small metal points and latches, and the metal collar cinched up against his neck. "Er.." Thumper coughed, "it's a bit tight..." "It's supposed to be. It won't come off again while you're alive." Thumper blinked at this comment, and would have given a large gulp had he been able. However, the collar prevented this demonstration of surprize and fear. He tried to move it around a little, but it was tight against his skin. "I'm not sure I can eat with this on." "You shouldn't be able to. You might be able to drink, so help yourself to any of the wines or fruit juices you want. This stage will only last two days or so." The bear went to the calendar on the refrigerator and circled the 14th. "This is the night I have the reservation. Lets hope everything goes well. And, er, I'm really going to have to be in the mood for this, so from now on you'll have to address me only as 'Sir' or 'Master.'" Thumper sighed and nodded, then added, "Yes, Sir." The next morning, Taffy got ready for work, and then went over to Thumper's pantry. He opened it, and instructed, "Now, I'll need you to shave today. Get all the fur you can off, and then re-oil yourself. Oh, but leave the tail." The bear opened the bottle and took a wiff, drooling ever so slightly. He felt the collar, and then smiled again to himself before he departed. * * * When Taffy came home, he opened the pantry again and found a bowl of fur and water, and a denuded bunny sleeping on the floor. He leaned down and took a long lick of the rabbit, and his tastebuds fired. It actually took some willpower not to bite into the soft belly of his friend and feast, but he moved away as Thumper awoke and looked at him. "Attend me." He said to the small bunny. Thumper dutifully made the Bear's dinner, standing patiently beside him while his own stomache growled loudly with the need for food. After dinner he rubbed his owner's feet, and started combing his fur out. Taffy nervously flipped through the paper, biting his lip as he fingered the flower wreath on Thumper's neck. "Tomorrow I'll get home around five or so. We'll go to the restraunt I have reserved, and then we'll get started. You've been a wonderful friend, Thumper, and I know Linda will appreciate it." Thumper just nodded, saying, "Thank you, Sir." And then himself nervous, went back to the patient and almost obsessive combing of the bear's hair. The bear took him to the pantry, and bound him to a post. "I can't risk anything going wrong. But you don't need to do anything else until tomorrow night." Thumper relaxed into his binds as much as he could and weakly smiled up at his owner. * * * Time seemed endless, and he was quite thankful when the pantry opened again and Taffy came in. "Well, my friend, this is the big day. Let's get going." He unbound the rabbit who streatched himself limb at a time until he finally could walk easily behind the bear. He followed his owner out of the house, and felt very conspicuous as the other rabbits looked at him. Some sighed. A few giggled. A couple even shed a tear. After a walk of about a mile or so, they reached a small pub just as the sun was setting. Several lupomophs were hanging about the restraunt, some even pointed at him and said something in their bizarre mother tongue of growls and muffled barks. They finally were inside, and something like a maitre 'de lead them to a room. There was a large fireplace, and a quite hardy fire was already going. There was a table large enough for five or six, but set for only two. Along the back wall there were several prepared courses, including soups, desserts, side dishes of vegetables, and even a bowl of salad that only reminded Thumper he hadn't eaten in three days. Taffy closed the door, and there was quite a sense of isolation from the rest of the world, with all other noises almost seemingly disappearing. Taffy pat the table and Thumper hopped up. "Ok, this is it. Do you have any questions before we start?" "Yes, many. The main one being 'What's going to happen?'" Thumper shivered despite the warmth the fire radiated into the room. He looked around, and spied the row of knifes hanging near the fire, and saw nearby the actual spit that was to be used. Taffy sighed, "Well, I wasn't sure if you wanted to know or not. But since you asked." He bit his lip a little, and then continued. "We'll get the spit into you, and hopefully there won't be any damage preventing you from living for another few hours or so. Then I'll fasten your arms and legs. Then I'll mount you near the fire and set the rotiserrie. You'll be quite far away, and should mainly warm while I go get Linda. "Then she'll come in, and I'll present you to her. From then on you're pretty much hers, and what she does is completely up to her. However, at some point she'll disembowel you, and then she'll get her wreath by twisting your head off. Traditionally, the number of twists it takes to get your head off is the number of children we'll have. She'll probably start with cutting your tail off to have as her keepsake of this night. Of course, this is all assuming she says yes. "After that we'll begin to cook you in earnest, and while you roast we'll eat the rest of the courses, with you as the main entree about 3 hours after you start cooking. Then desert, then home. As a side note, not that you'll notice of course, but often the head of the entree is used to scoop the ice cream. But I must say that I find this practice quite macabre." Thumper simply figeted, listening and looking around at the last room he would ever see. He looked up at Taffy, biting his lip, "Will it hurt?" Taffy nodded, and a small tear escaped from his eye. "But I'll try to make her hurry to the gutting and decapitation if I can. But first, let us drink." Taffy poured a large goblet of wine for Thumper, and a small cup for himself. Thumper made a toast, "To your marriage, so that no other bunny will have to die like this for you." He took a slow sip and so did Taffy. "Finish the goblet," Taffy directed. Thumper drained the cup slowly, almost feeling he would burst as his tummy swelled. Finally he got it all down, and started feeling a little woozy as well. "Now, let's get started." Thumper nodded and leaned back on the table. Taffy took the skewer and layed it across Thumper's nude form, using him to help butter the length. With a stick of butter, the entire length was slickened, and Taffy pulled it slowly down Thumper's form, letting him get the feel of the length and width of the skewer. Thumper noticed the tip was a thin piece of leather, thin but blunt over the end of it. Taffy then put this tip near the rabbit's anus. Taffy look a gasp, almost at the same time as Thumper. He then pressed the rod in slowly and steadily, applying force until he reached the mark on the rod. "Now, the tip was leather covered to make the first entry easier. There's a sharp spear tip inside, and that's what I'm going to use to get through this first muscle. You should feel a sharp pain inside." A sharp pain was a fairly good description of what Thumper felt, and despite the buzz, he cried out and squirmed. Taffy's paw held the bunny still, and he pressed in further. Luckily, it was just like how he had practiced at the shop, and soon the tip was pressing against the wine filled balloon that was Thumper's stomache. "I'm about to pop through your stomache, and from there I'm going to glide the rod up your throat and out your mouth. You'll need to tell me if I start to poke through your esphogas. Now, did you have anything else you wanted to say, or any last words?" Thumper, buzzed to the point of nearly drunk off his ass, could only muster thought for one question. "What did you do with my naughty bits that you cut off?" Taffy giggled, "Not the most profound last words, but they'll do." He quickly pressed the spear end through Thumper's stomache, releasing the wine all over his entrails. Thumper convulsed once, and then gagged as the skewer quickly made its way up his gullet. In no time the slightly bloody and wine scented tip was protruding from his mouth. He put an apple at the speartip, and pressed it back behind Thumper's teeth. Taffy looked at his work as smiled. "Oh, to answer your question, I ate them." Taffy blushed a little, then ran a paw over Thumper's greased body and then slid the rod further though him. He then tied the bunny's arms and legs to the skewer, rubbed him down once more to get the perfect shine, and then set him on the rotisserie farthest from the fire, just like he said. "Thumper, you're doing wonderfully. If you're OK, can you wink with just one eye for me." Thumper's head was spinning, but the alcohol had stopped being digested. He felt the skewer, and it felt quite at home and odd at the same time running through his body, but he did think he was OK. He winked, and then set his eyes as well as he could on Taffy as he slowly spun. "Good. I'm going to go get Linda, don't go anywhere." Taffy giggled at his little joke, and sprung out, dashing like a demon to get Linda and bring her back. The storekeep had told Taffy that even when all seemed to go well, some internal shock could cause the rabbit to exipire within an hour of the insertion. And although this would be kind to his friend, he had already gone through such trouble that it would sure seem like a waste. Thumper slowly spun around on the skewer. Not a whole lot going through his mind, but the fire sure did feel good as each side was exposed to it. He wasn't cold, nor was he tired. At this point he was mainly bored. He tested his bindings more for something to do than really looking for an escape. He heard the door, and thought it would be Taffy and Linda. However it was a servant girl. A Skunk it appeared. She stepped over to him and smiled once, then picked up a stick of butter and recoated him, massaging his flesh a little as she did so. It felt quite nice. She then leaned close to him and whispered what he guessed was a prayer into his ear, but he didn't understand her. She pat his head and then left. Finally, Taffy came in saying, "...don't look, don't look, don 't look... OK, look." After a short pause, Thumper heard, "Oh Taffy! Yes! Yes! Yes!" He felt Linda's hand on his back, "Oh! It's Thumper! And he's still alive! For me! Taffy, you're so wonderful!" Thumper smiled to himself, and strained to look. Her paw ran down his body, and paused at his tailhole. She felt the rod through Thumper's body, feeling the metal penetrating all the way through his body. He heard her murr, "Oh, Taffy, seeing what you've done for me, what you'd do for me, how you'll treat me, and our children, gets me so-- hot." Taffy took no further hints and stepped up and started to rub her back and shoulders as she rubbed over Thumper's slick body. She moved a paw to the Bunny's rump, and felt his tail. At the same time, Taffy mimiced her motions, feeling her tail as well. She moved her paw off to the side, and grabbed a knife, and in a smooth and seemingly practiced move sawed and sliced through Thumper's tailbase. Thumper grunted into the apple, and Linda smiled, putting the tail off to the side. She picked up a tong out of the fire and pressed it to the bloody base. She quived as she saw Thumper spasm from the red hot metal. Her odor grew quite strong as she continued rubbing the little one's body, and Taffy felt her increasing need. He stepped close behind her, his member stiffening and pressing between her legs and under he tail. She moaned and spread her legs apart to accept him and she pressed a finger into Thumper's tailhole next to the skewer. As Taffy started pumping her, her finger roamed as deep as she could into the rabbit's body. She pulled it out, still pumping with her body, and tasted the mixture of butter, seasonings, wine, and blood on her finger. She bent down over the skewered animal and quickly bit into one of his ears, crushing through it in a single bite. Thumper squirmed on the skewer, his eyes wide and tearing up in agony. Taffy was in the middle of his animal lust, and had long since stopped caring about the pain his one time frined was feeling. Linda pulled back, shaking once and swallowing down the lagosushi. She roared and leaned for a knife, and traced it down Thumper's belly as he turned around. Taffy's orgasm was building, and his incessant pumpings made her own pleasure sure to come soon as well. She pressed the knife just below Thumper's belly button, and pressed in a little. With a loud growl, Taffy came in huge bursts into Linda, who shuddered with her own orgasm. As it came over her, she pressed the knife in and slit Thumper up to his chest. He was just turning so his belly was facing the floor, and his wine scented entrails spilt out into a tray below. He screamed and wined into the apple, but his voice was soon loss as he slipped into a state of delerium. Linda pulled herself up and looked at Thumper, cutting the connectinve tissue so he would be clean. Taffy bit his lower lip, and decided that Thumper had had enough. He moved his paw over to twist his head to the side, but Linda stopped him. "No, look, he's still alive." She looked at the bindings that Taffy had made and tsked a little. She cut the bindings, and then set a small metal rod through the skewer. She then rammed his wrists onto the rod, and then did the same for his feet. Taffy winced a little out of her view as his friend wasted the last of his life's energies on struggling against the inevitable. She rubbed the inside of his abdominal cavity with some seasonings from the table, and looked in amazement at his lungs and heart still breathing and beating. She looked over her shoulder at her husband to be, and smiled. She saw the tear in his eye, and knew this must have been real hard for him, which made it all the more special for her. She took his paw in hers, and placed it on Thumper's head. "Shall we?" Together they quickly twisted Thumper's head to the left, and the quick pop was the last thing that Thumper heard and felt as they continued twisting his head off of his body. It took eight turns to free it entirely, although the playfully argued if it was closer to eight or nine, and she pondered who he thought they'd find to carry all the children for her. She unfastened the flower wreath and put it on her wrist as Taffy bled out the bunny into the trough. A few minutes later he was cooking on the spit, filling the room with the wonderful odor of cooked rabbit. They made love twice more while he cooked, and then ate. They were quite hungy, but left quite a bit as leftovers as well, which Taffy took home for following meals. He was quite sad as he cleaned up Thumper's one time residence, and tried not to think of what he was depositing in the loo a few days later. Linda and Taffy did get married the following spring, and they were in fact given a house bunny, none to soon for Linda's liking since it was quite obvious that Taffy hadn't the first idea how to keep clean- Thumper had quite spoiled him in that regards. Taffy debated naming thier first child Thumper, but Linda quickly overruled him, saying that it would be pretty sick.