Buxy the Bunny: Chapter 2: Reading email
#2 of Buxy the Bunny
Here, there isn't much story. It is mostly a set-up for the direction of the main story. Bear with me as you read this. I assure you, it will get better.
Buxy Nibbler read her email bunny style: In her underwear with her web cam on.
Buxy sat in her apartment (Harvey's apartment, that is), taking care of correspondence and gabbing with friends that were still alive. Almost all of her friends had been consumed already, so she was down to just a few who were still left. And most of them had plans to meet with a particular predator for that special one night very soon. Buxy busied herself deleting off eaten friends and associates from her contacts list.
Buxy just finished reading an email from her older sister Bitsy, who was in an estrogen induced episode of 'My fourteenth child is the cutest most cuddliness lil bunny ever'. However, Buxy usually responded with 'I just boinked this fur and I came so hard', so it was tit for tat.
In today's world of furry, being a rabbit meant coming from a big family. Buxy and her twin sister Nixy had sixteen older siblings. Most rabbits didn't mind being gulped down, and both Buxy and Nixy wanted to be eaten. Most of their older brothers and sisters had already been gulped, and it was now their turn. Having just turned twenty-one a week ago, their government checks stopped, and both sisters were required to either get a job and become a responsible adult, or find that one special predator to consume them. Buxy knew that Nixy was in the same situation as she was, and wondered how she dealt with it.
While she worked on her computer, Buxy noticed an email from Nixy who lived in the adjoining city. She opened it.
Dear Buxy, How ya doin? I'm doin real well. As a matter of fact, I just met the most handsomeness, most wonderful wolf who really wants to eat me (Well, duh, I am a rabbit). *giggle* If you have met someone yourself also, and are still alive, what say we go down together? Ya know, at the same time? We can stay in contact with cell phones while our wolfies do the gulping, then toss them out at the last minute and ride the throat down. Let me know soon. Right now, I'm crashing at his place since I lost my housing. The sex is rilly-rilly good, but he rilly wants ta eat me. Nixy
Buxy tapped her teeth in contemplation. That's nice, Buxy thought. Nixy met a nice wolf who wants to eat her. She has a similar wolf 'dream-predator' need that I have. If only I had someone special, then I could go down with her at the same time. She wanted to make her swallowing special, and doing it with her sister over cell phones would work for her. Of course, I don't have my own wolf yet. However...
Buxy reached into her purse and took out the card that Linda gave her earlier at lunch. 'The Bunnyhop Nightclub: That special place a rabbit can meet that someone special'. She leaned back in her chair and thought about it. Why not give this a try? Making up her mind, she put the card down and replied to Nixy's email.
Dear Nixy, Yeah, I'm doing well. I had lunch with the lioness named Linda that gulped down Harvey. It was OK. Yeah, that would be a great idea. Let's go down together. The problem is that I don't got a wolf for me yet, but Linda told me about a good place I could meet hungry and handsome wolfies. I'll head down there tonight and find someone to eat me. Let's do it. Don't go down on him before I do *giggle*. Buxy PS Have you seen pictures of Bitsy's youngest child?
Now, Buxy wanted to meet her dream wolf, but hadn't scored the one yet. She admitted to herself that she had been lazy. She spent her time having fun and living life to the fullest, but time had caught up to her. She considered even getting a job, but couldn't see herself being a regular nine to five kind of fur. She worked on scoping out wolves at their usual haunts. The dog park, sex parties (well, the sex parties more for the sex than anything else), etc, but had come up empty. Now, she just turned twenty-one, and she was out of options.
Buxy even tried going online to the most popular canine websites, sure to have a good collection of furs hanging around for her to choose from. 'The Dog's Collar', 'K-9 Retreat' and 'The Butcher's Discussion Group Online'. But every time she began to connect with someone on a deep level that seemed to work for her, she found out that the online entity was just another rabbit pretending to be a canine. She was shocked that someone would lie on their online profile.
Being done with internet meetings, Buxy decided that she had to meet that fur face to face. But circumstance caught up with her. She needed someone now. She decided that 'The Bunnyhop Nightclub' would work for her. It just had to.
Buxy decided to do some online research about the nightclub on the internet. She did a web search for the nightclub and pulled up the web page. The page showed a door with a sign saying 'Come on in'. She mouse clicked the door.
The web page talked about the club as being that fun and special place for all rabbits to gather and have a good time. It showed pictures of rabbits enjoying themselves and dancing with other furs. It talked about how two free complimentary drinks are given to all rabbits who enter, and no cover charge. But the site it didn't have any information about the details of the predators who hunted there. It didn't even mention that it was a carnivore bar. As if rabbits were that naïve. All rabbits knew about what a carnivore bar was.
Fortunately for Buxy, she had sex with a hyena three weeks ago. She hated sex with that type. Every time he peeked up, he laughed. While the hyena slept after the sex, she snuck into his wallet and copied down his predator information and credentials.
Buxy closed down the browser, entered the forged credentials and re-launched the browser. She navigated to the web page again, but this time when she mouse clicked the door, a 'Predator Check' dialog box popped up, asking for her credentials again. Wow, they sure are strict, she thought to herself. She re-entered the credentials and entered the website. Now, the web page showed a different web page. It was titled 'The Bunnyhop Nightclub: A Carnivore Bar'. Ah, the real web site, she thought to herself.
Buxy viewed the information about the nightclub meant for carnivore eyes only. It talked about how there was a cover charge for non-rabbit furs, and how the predators were responsible for paying for the drinks that the rabbit consumed. That makes sense, she thought. Drinks aren't cheap. She looked at pictures of the dance floor, and all the pictures of the furs having fun. It showed pictures of rabbits stripping down and preparing to be swallowed. It even showed one happy rabbit waist deep in a predator's throat, waving to the camera. The site even had a few video links of rabbits being gulped down, with eager expressions on their face as the throat squeezed their bodies down to the stomach.
The site showed the owner of the nightclub, a tall and very burley tiger named Steven Stripes. Buxy drank in the image of the tiger, noting how good looking he was. I wonder if he is available for a swallowing, she asked herself. She shook her head. No, no, I'm looking for a wolf. She continued to study the site.
She saw pictures of the interior of the site and saw that it was tastefully decorated. She saw the types of predators in it. It showed a number of canine patrons. Good looking canines. The final part decided it for her.
Buxy shut down the browser and turned off her computer. I'll go tonight, look for that wolf, and join my sister over the phone as we go down. Buxy felt better now that she had a plan.
She glanced about her apartment (Harvey's apartment, that is). Usually she kept the place very clean. She had a certain knack to keep an orderly and organized place, but the past few days of losing Harvey threw her off and the mess had crept up on her. She decided that she would take a bath, clean the apartment and get ready for tonight's trip to the nightclub. She walked toward the bathroom when she spotted her 'Rabitizer 3000' vibrator on the sofa. She smiled as her priorities shifted in her head. She thought about the machine working its wonders on her. Maybe I can have a few well-placed orgasms before I get ready, she thought as she reached for it. Picking it up, she walked to the bedroom to spend quality time with herself.