{"sf1_id":2379,"sf2_id":"A1pKP22n","title":"The Truth About Bunnies","author":"Anonymous","words":13267,"posted_at":"2004-04-28T02:43:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Authority","Bear","Bunny","Cooking","Death","Gay","Torture","Vore (hard)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2379-the-truth-about-bunnies","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1pKP22n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e8/44/e8445c2d-f9bf-4215-9c24-a098d2385c9f","description":"","content":"The Truth about Bunnies  \n\n* * *\nMuch like most video porn, the plot exists to provide some semblance  \nof a reason for things to happen. Don't read too much into it, since  \nI knew I wanted certain things done to the rabbit, and I needed a  \nstory to connect the dots. I've made attempts at making the world a  \nbit more realistic in subsequent passes, but it really comes down to  \nsex, castration, domination, submission, masochism, necessary sadism,  \nand vore. And this vore is not your father's  \nswallow-the-wriggling-one-into-my-tummy-all-peacefully type vore.  \nThis is your \"skewer, cook, rip, and chew while alive\" type vore. As  \nsuch, this should only be read by adults, and even those adults should  \nreally consider carefully the sick mind at work writing this story.  \nFeel free to copy, plagiarize, steal, sell, or burn this work in any way  \nthat you wish. If someone wants to claim ownership of the story, they  \nare more than welcome to it. If someone would like to illustrate it,  \nI'd love to see that. (I'd illustrate it, and I still might, but it  \nwill probably just be stick figures.)  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now, to the story. And for you that just want to skip ahead to see if  \nthe rest of the story is worth reading or not:  \n  \nCastration (heavy) 260  \nMasturbation (mild) 452  \nMale-Male (medium) 488  \nBondage (very light) 636  \nMale-Male (medium) 989  \nMale-Male (heavy) 1056  \nwatersports (light) 1098  \nVore (heavy) 1220  \nMale-Female (light) 1345  \n  \nD/s is sprinkled throughout the story. Please note that all  \ncharacters being portrayed in this story are of consensual ages, and  \nthat no real creatures of any type were hurt in the production of this  \nwork of smut.  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \nThe bunny was just walking down the street in town. This bunny stood  \nabout four feet tall, five if you counted his ears that stood off his  \nhead when they perked up with interest. They flicked around as he  \nstepped around with a bounce in his stride. His fur was quite plush  \nand bright white, and looked as if he spent quite a long time combing  \nit each morning. He had something of a permagrin on his face, which  \nwas only interrupted with an occasional smile he gave to passing  \nstranger.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; One of these happened to be a bear. Not a full adult, but much older  \nthan a cub. He looked as if he was quite amused by the happy bouncy  \nbunny. As the rabbit passed and smiled, the bear asked, \"Hey there,  \nyou look quite happy.\"  \n  \n\"Yep, everything's coming up roses. I'm called Thumper. How're you  \nthis fine day?\"  \n  \nThe bear blinked. This was unusual since normally the rabbits and  \nbunnies that walked by either did their best to remain as low profile  \nas possible, ignore him altogether, or even avoid passing by him. On  \nmore than one occasion he saw small bunny couples walk across the  \nstreet to avoid passing him.  \n  \nBut now here was this little one just chatting away. Odd. \"Well, I'm  \ndoing quite well myself. Thanks for asking. And my name's actually  \nquite a mouthful, so friends just call me Taffy.\" It was now the  \nbunny's turn to be amazed, since he hadn't talked with someone this  \nfriendly since he had left the renegades the week before.  \n  \nGlancing over, he saw a bench, and instantly hopped onto it, sitting  \nand making the slightest motion with his head to indicate his approval  \nof Taffy taking a seat beside him, to which the bear responded by  \ndoing just that. The bunny extended his paw to Taffy, \"I'm delighted  \nto meet you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bunny didn't seem to want to say much more after the bear shook  \nhis paw, simply content to swing his legs back and forth sitting on  \nthe bench. The bear looked him over. Thumper sure didn't appear to  \nlook like someone's house rabbit, and who would let their house rabbit  \njust roam around the streets leisurely anyway? He decided to approach  \nthe subject carefully, \"So, Thumper, how long have you been in town?\"  \n  \nDespite his reluctance to start a conversation, he really did enjoy  \nchatting. \"Oh, I just got here today. I took the path from the  \nmountains through the field that borders the woods. I've been  \nwandering for the past week or so. This is the first town I've seen.\"  \nAs he talked, he started rifling through his bag, and pulled out a  \nclover leaf to start munching on it.  \n  \n\"Ah, I see. Don't talk with your mouth full, by the way.\" The bear  \nsighed. This bunny would be either at a farm or dead from the guard  \ndogs by nightfall. He sighed, then continued to talk as if nothing  \nwere wrong, \"Really? From the mountain? Have you been simply  \nsleeping outside?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper put away the clover leaf, slightly embarrassed by his lack of  \ndecorum. \"Mostly. Last night I slept at some old barn just outside  \nof town however. Really nice loft filled with dry hay. Looked like  \nit wouldn't survive too many more winters, but a warm place to sleep  \nfor the night at any event.\"  \n  \nIt was at this time that the local Constable happened by. Not good  \nnews for the bunny, the bear thought. And the Constable seemed to  \nnotice the problem immediately. \"Hey, Taffy -- that your rabbit?\"  \nTaffy had to think quick, and went ahead and made the call.  \n  \n\"Yep. Just got him from a farm way outside of town. Was just coming  \nback with him and I needed to stop by and say hi to some friends.\"  \nThe rabbit said nothing, just listening quietly to the two large  \ncreatures discussing him.  \n  \n\"Well,\" said the Constable, \"Taffy, you know better than to have a  \nwhole rabbit out in public without a leash. I have half a mind to  \nconfiscate it, but instead I'm just going to write you a 20 dollar  \nfine and let you off with a warning.\" The cop quickly wrote out  \nthe ticket and handed it to the bear, and then walked off. Taffy  \nsimply looked at the ticket for a moment, contemplating how he had  \njust lost a day's pay for this rabbit he had only just met. Damn.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hey,\" the bunny spoke up, almost reading the bears expression, \"Hey,  \ner, sorry about that. I'll try to make it up to you...\" He shuffled  \nhis feet on the ground, blushing with embarrassment about the  \npredicament that he had already gotten this bear he had just met  \ninto.  \n  \nThe bear looked at the small rabbit. Well, why not. Maybe it could  \nbe his lucky day anyway-- a house rabbit for 20 bucks was a pretty  \ngood deal in itself, since they normally ran into the hundreds. And  \nif he only turned out to be a eatable type of bunny, well, those were  \nat least a hundred on their own. He would have to just make sure that  \nthis one wouldn't cost him any more money by walking around in  \npublic. He sighed again, and said, \"I know Thumper. And how would  \nyou like to come home with me tonight? It's plenty warm, and you can  \nstay as long as you'd like.\"  \n  \nThumper nodded quickly at his good fortune, and smiled quite  \nbrightly. He even bounced up and down a little on the ground, still  \nsmiling his huge silly grin. The bear correctly assumed this was  \nacceptance, and therefore began to go home, the bunny following close  \nbehind him. His place was only a couple of blocks away, in a small  \nwarm cave that his parents had given to him as a moving out present.  \nHe opened the door, let Thumper in, and then followed him into the  \nplace.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They walked into the living room, which had a single large hearth and  \na bookcase with several older novels and texts. Facing the hearth was  \na small couch, and a large, overstuffed chair sat beside it. Next to  \nthe hearth, a small hallway led to the kitchen, where there was a  \nfireplace as well. A small icebox was against one of the walls, and  \npots and pans were hung from the ceiling along small rails. In the  \nmiddle of the kitchen there was a table big enough to feed two bears  \nseated at it.  \n  \nThey then walked back to the living room, and took another short  \nhallway off of it from which was attached a small bathroom and a  \nbedroom. The bedroom was quite simple, consisting of a single large  \nmattress covered with piles of blankets and furs. There was also a  \nsingle closet in which hung coats and other bear necessities.  \n  \nAfter the grand tour, the bear returned to the main room and sat back  \ninto his large chair, motioning for Thumper to take the couch, which  \nhe did. \"OK, now, tell me about yourself,\" the bear queried.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well, I was born on a small farm across the mountains. My family's  \nline had been owned by the family of Rashaka that lived there for many  \ngenerations. I was still a kit when several rabbits broke in one  \nnight, promising freedom. They seemed quite nice, and they were quite  \ninsistent. The rest of my family stayed but I ended up going with  \nthem.  \n  \n\"And do you know what they thought freedom was? They had me  \nscrounging for food on a cliff-side daily. Digging new runs in their  \nburrows, and constantly worrying about whether I would get to breed or  \nnot. Well, I let this go on for about a year, and then gave up on  \nthem. When the spring came, I gathered up some supplies, and started  \nhiking.  \n  \n\"I originally tried to hike back to the farm I came from. No luck.  \nThe first time I had done it had been when I was completely stunned by  \neverything going all around me, and in the dark. It took the full  \nnight to get from the farm to the warren. I went down to the foot of  \nthe mountain and wandered around a little, and then decided to give  \nup. The warren members had often discussed a town on the other side  \nof the mountain. One filled with bears. They seemed quite frightened  \nof it, but would never say why.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So, I took a mountain pass that I had seen on my earlier descent, and  \nthen followed that old road-- you know, the one that goes between the  \nwoods and a field? And then here I am.\"  \n  \nThe bear nodded, listening intently to the entire story. He smiled at  \nthe rabbit's conclusion, and then looked at him in contemplation.  \nTime to explain a few things about the facts of life here. \"I see.  \nWell, I hate to say it, but your friends in the warren might have had  \nreason to fear this town: There are no free rabbits here. All  \nrabbits are taken care of by some bear. Earlier I told the police  \nofficer that you were mine. Now, here's your dilemma.  \n  \n\"You can leave now. It's not quite dark, and you may be able to get  \nback to that farm. However, the police dogs are set loose at night to  \nlook for suspicious activities, and any rabbits out after curfew are  \nconsidered fair game-- they kill them, but not before toying with them  \nfor a while. Now, the other option is that you stay here with me.  \nAnd if you'd like to stay here for a while, you can help yourself to  \nthe greens in the bottom of the icebox and in the root cellar.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He waited patiently for Thumper to respond, which he did quite  \nquickly, \"I'd love to stay here! This place is a palace! And I told  \nyou I owed you for paying that cop like you did.\"  \n  \nTaffy smiled, and then sighed a little. \"Well, if you're going to be  \nstaying here, there is one other small matter that we need to attend  \nto. Bucks, er, well, if you're going to wander around town and run  \nerrands for me by yourself, er, well, you need to be fixed.\" He  \nblushed hotly at this last part, and scratched his feet on the floor.  \n  \nThumper blinked, and thought to himself for a moment. \"And what if I  \njust walk to that neighbor's house about a block away and ask for  \nshelter?\"  \n  \nTaffy quickly answered, \"You'd be a stew by nightfall. You are  \nobviously not owned, and also not trained. You'd be looked at as the  \nbest piece of luck that happened to the household in a while most  \nlikely.\"  \n  \nThumper blinked, \"Wait-- you mean you eat rabbits also?\"  \n  \nThe bear nodded again and sighed. \"Well, yes. Although I wasn't  \nplanning on eating you myself. I mean, you seem quite friendly, so I  \nwas hoping you'd just stay as a friend for a while. Of course I'd  \nwant you to do a little housework, but nothing too strenuous. You'd  \nbe what we call a 'house-rabbit' or 'house-bunny'.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper thought to himself. First I left the farm I was on and that  \nwas a mistake. Then I left the warren I was in and that now looks  \nlike a mistake. Can I believe he's telling the truth? Most  \ncertainly. To answer his thoughts, a dog howled outside as the sun  \nfinally set. That did it. Thumper nodded and sighed. His hand moved  \ndown to rub himself a little, to feel himself whole for as long as he  \ncould.  \n  \nThe bear released the breath he had been holding and stood up to walk  \nto the kitchen. He picked up the phone to call his mother. After a  \nfew minutes pleasantries, he got the the point of the call, and wrote  \ndown the directions as she told him. She seemed quite pleased with  \nhim having a house rabbit, and amazed that he could already afford one  \n(although he didn't tell her the discount he had gotten.) He walked  \nback to the living room and picked up his coat. \"I need to get  \nsomething from the store. I'll be back within the hour.\"  \n  \nWhile he was gone, the bunny walked around the cave dwelling, and  \nfinally settled down on the couch again with a book filled with  \npictures that he idly flipped through. The bear did come back, and  \nwith only a small bag. He took the bunny by the had, and led him to  \nthe kitchen. With a smooth movement his set the rabbit on the table.  \nFrom a drawer, he produced something that looked like a harness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bear also showed him a small leather kit. It looked quite old,  \nand he opened it to show several metal utensils. Taffy explained,  \n\"See, this is a tourniquet, this-- a clamp, and this--\" He opened it  \nwooded stove and stuck something that looked like a small, heavy metal  \nspatula into the fire. \"This is for cauterizing your wounds.\"  \n  \nThe bunny assisted as much as he could while the belt and shoulder  \nstraps were put on him, and then his arms bound behind his head. His  \nhind-legs were bent quite far back, and finally cross connected to the  \nbelt at his waist. The whole setup now made him quite unable to move  \nand his crotch quite exposed to the bear as he was positioned.  \n  \nThe bear then set the directions down and read from them as he  \nstarted. \"Insert tube into penis.\" He looked up, \"This is probably  \nnot going to be too pleasant I would believe.\" He palpitated around  \nthe sheath of the bunny, nearly giggling at the small size of it.  \nHe took the small length of tube from the package he had bought at the  \nstore, and slid it into the tip of the penis.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh-- that kinda burns... Wow!\" There were several other  \nexclamations that the bunny said as the bear slowly fed the tube into  \nthe rabbit, going ever deeper. He simply smiled and nodded at  \nThumper's remarks as he worked, not really paying attention. Finally,  \nit was all the way in, and he sat back a little and smiled at his work  \nso far.  \n  \nHe read the next line, \"Plug him up.\" His mother had said that  \nrabbits that weren't from the farm or had eaten would tend to shoot  \ncrap out when the cutting began. Not only did this infect, but it  \nalso was not pleasant in the least for the cutter. His mother has  \nsaid pretty much anything worked, from sock over a tennis ball to a  \nradish. Taffy was planning on using a small turnip with top still on it,  \nwhich would make removal much simpler as well.  \n  \nThumper just looked at the fairly large root and how the bear was  \nholding it. He nervously joked, \"hey, we only just met...\" And  \nswallowed a little. As the bear pressed in the vegetable, he  \ncontorted around, twisting and writhing as he seemed to stretch and  \nrip.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bear was also hoping that this would happen, and as the bunny  \ncontorted and twisted, he ratcheted the harness a couple of times. This  \ntightened the rabbit back, and made his writhing much subdued. With  \none last shove, the root was in. Taffy chuckled since the turnip  \ngreens poking out made it look like the bunny had a second tail. The  \nrabbit shifted around as much as he could, and finally adjusted to the  \nplug in him. He smiled awkwardly to the bear, \"These binds are a  \nlittle tight...\"  \n  \nThe bear nodded, \"The only other way to do what I'm going to do is to  \nknock you unconscious. However, I'm not good at judging the amount of  \nforce I need to hit with, and I'd fear I'd either end up beating you  \nor killing you. Now, this next part won't be too pleasant on you.  \nOpen your mouth, and I'll gag you.\"  \n  \nThumper's eyes opened, but his mouth followed suit similarly. The  \nbear placed a small chestnut apple into his mouth and then bound it in  \nplace quickly with something like a handkerchief. The bear smiled at  \nhis immobilized friend. \"Now, please, I know it will hurt, so don't  \nbe embarrassed about crying.\" The bear slid the tube a bit more into  \nthe bunny, and then pressed on Thumper's abdomen. Urine flowed freely  \nfrom the tube into a small catch basin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When the bear was convinced that he had gotten most of it out, he  \npicked up the tourniquet and fastened it tightly around the base of  \nthe bunny's sheath and scrotum. He cinched it up tightly many times,  \nand as the skin turned a dark purple, the bunny's eyes teared up and  \nhe made several noises indicating a profound displeasure with the  \nproceedings. However, due to his position and the tightness of the  \nharness he found he could not move at all. He did try reflexively,  \nbut was not able to make even the least movement from all his  \nefforts.  \n  \nAs the first cut came, Thumper's eyes widened, and he began sobbing  \ninto the gag. Taffy continued cutting slowly and carefully around the  \nsmall sac, but was quickly done nonetheless. He pulled the two small  \ntesticles from their home, and snipped each one off. He pulled the  \nsmall tool from the fire and pressed it against the hole he had made,  \nand then moved on to the penis.  \n  \nHe smiled to the bunny, \"You're more than half way there. And I must  \nsay that I'm not sure you'll even miss this small member.\" He  \nchuckled, nudging the rabbit in an attempt at camaraderie. Thumper  \nwasn't in the mood for polite banter however, even if he had been able  \nto respond to anything at all. As far as he was concerned, his lower  \nbody basically felt on fire, and the small motions of his hips should  \nhave made his pain quite clear to the bear. If this didn't do it,  \nthen the tears streaming from his eyes and his face tightened in a  \ngrimace easily should have instead.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bear sighed, knowing his best rabbit torture jokes would probably  \nbe lost on a house bunny, and therefore got back to work. He cut in  \nspirals downward on the small cock until he reached the edge of the  \ntube that he had inserted, just as his mother told him to. The  \nbleeding wasn't as bad as she told him to expect, and in short order  \nhe had pressed the hot tool to those cuts as well. He put the small  \nbunny bits in a pan that he had, wiped the rabbit down. Without much  \nceremony he tugged the turnip a couple of times until it popped out as  \nwell, and then quickly diapered him, adding extra padding to the front.  \n  \nHe waited until the bunny's breathing calmed, and then took the gag  \nout of his mouth. \"See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it?\"  \n  \nThumper started to disagree, but then thought about it. He checked  \nhimself, saying, \"I'll simply say that I'm only glad it has to happen  \nonce.\"  \n  \nThe bear nodded, smiling. \"Exactly. Now, I diapered you this time,  \nbut don't expect me to be servicing you or anything.\" He picked up  \nthe small rabbit and cradled him, taking him to a small closet,  \n\"Here's where the clean ones are kept. When you run out...\" He  \nwalked over to a small laundry sink, \"This is where you are to clean  \nthem. You'll probably be back to walking shape in a few days, and you  \nshouldn't need the diaper very long at all. It's mainly for any  \noozing from your wounds, although I'm guessing bowel control might be  \nan issue as well.\" He chuckled, and set the rabbit on an old  \ncomforter on the side of his bed. \"You're probably exhausted at this  \npoint. Fell free to rest and relax as long as you want... oh one more  \nthing...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bear lumbered out of the room, and Thumper tried to pay attention  \nto the sounds he heard, but was already falling asleep from the shock  \nand trauma his system had withstood. He had almost dozed off when the  \nbear came back in, and therefore did nothing as the bear felt up his  \near. In one swift movement, Taffy punched a wire through the flesh of  \nthe rabbit's ear about an inch from the tip, and then fastened a tag,  \nwhich read \"Property of Theo A. Shoemaker\". Thumper cried out, and  \nwrithed, and the bear help him close, \"There, now you can go out into  \ntown whenever you feel up to it. Just make sure you're back by  \nnightfall. Now, try to relax and go to sleep.\"  \n  \nThis the bunny did, almost immediately, although it was probably  \ncloser to passing out than a gentle falling asleep. He didn't even  \nstir when the bear came in to go to bed a few hours later, nor when  \nthe bear got up and went off to work.  \n  \nWhen he did awake, he found he couldn't move right away. Every muscle  \nscreamed with either violations from the knife or the stretching of  \nhis bindings. He moved his head around, the only part of him that did  \nnot howl, and looked around the room. He saw that Taffy had left a  \nglass of water, a small plate of cut fruit, and some lettuce within  \nhis reach. On his other side, there were three clean diapers and a  \nsmall plastic bag.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He got to work re-diapering himself, trying not to look at the ugly  \nwound or th black from his dried blood on the cloth. He also tried to  \nignore the powerful odor of the mess he made. He cleaned himself with  \nsome of the water, drank the rest of it, and then put the fresh cloth  \non, quite glad he was alone in the room.  \n  \nHe picked at the food for a little bit, and the fell back asleep into  \nuncomfortable but forgetful dreams. He woke up as the bear came home  \nfrom work, still quite stiff, but at least nothing in him seemed to  \nstill be mounting an active protest to its condition. He moved around  \na little, realizing that he might be able to even walk again. Since  \nTaffy thought he was still asleep, he didn't bother coming in right  \naway, preferring to put away some of the foodstuffs he had just eaten.  \n  \nThis gave the rabbit time to change himself again, and clean himself  \nup quite a bit. He stood, biting back a little yelp, and then  \nstretched painfully again. He then started to waddle out to the  \nliving room.  \n  \nTaffy saw the bunny coming toward him from his bedroom and his whole  \ncountenance seemed to beam with joy. Aside from the stiff walk, which  \nwas easily to be expected, there seemed none of the post-op type of  \ninfections that could easily crop up. He just stood there as Thumper  \ncame toward him. The rabbit stopped at the entrance to the kitchen,  \nand smiled--sort of. He then sighed, asking, \"So, how'd your day go?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bear grinned, \"Much better than yours I'm sure. But it looks like  \nyou'll be well again soon enough.\"  \n  \nThumper nodded and went over to the flay-rah bin and picked up a small  \nradish and began crunching on it. \"These are significantly easier to  \ntake orally.\" The bear almost keeled over, slapping his knee with  \nraucous laughter. Thumper smiled and gingerly sat on a chair, his legs  \nstill spread.  \n\n* * *\n  \nDays went by, and Thumper did improve. As the bear predicted, he was  \nout of the diaper within a few days, and at the end of the week there  \nwas only the absence of his sex and the tag in his ear to remind him  \nof what transpired. As he slowly got better, he was to a point where  \nhe was well enough to waddle about the house, but not good enough to  \ngo to town. From this cabin fever and boredom more than anything else,  \nhe took to cleaning. Soon, it seemed the bear quite came to expect  \nit, but since Thump didn't have any other pressing engagements, he had  \nno reason not to. Especially since the bear was keeping him on a nice  \nsteady diet of the finest greens he had ever seen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Their sleeping arrangements had stabilized, with him at the foot of  \nthe bed in his blanket, and the bear above him. One evening, as  \nThumper lay restless, but trying to sleep, the bear started to play  \nwith himself.  \n  \nHe reached a paw down between his legs, and then started rubbing his  \nfloppy sheath around. Soon he was quite erect, and pumping full  \nfisted quite furiously. He was just working his way through the scene  \ninvolving Linda, that gorgeous bear at the cafe, when he heard a  \ngiggle. He opened his eyes, and by the thin beams of moonlight  \nfiltering in through his window, he saw the bunny looking over the  \nedge of his bed at him while he stroked himself. He instantly  \nstopped, and if Thumper could see in the dim light, he would notice a  \nbear blushing furiously.  \n  \n\"Don't stop on my account.\" The smile on Thumper's face was plain  \nenough in his voice. The bear did stop however, and soon his cock was  \nretreating into its sheath much like the bear wanted to retreat under  \nthe covers.  \n  \nBut then the bear thought. Damnit, this is my house. I can  \nmasturbate if I want to. I would do it in front of a bookcase, I  \nwould do it in front of my dresser drawers. Why wouldn't I do it in  \nfront of my house-bunny? He started to rub himself again, and glanced  \nover at the rabbit, \"Hey, how about a little help?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper blinked, and started to sink back down below the bed, sorry  \nnow that he had interfered in the slightest. \"It wasn't a request,  \nThumper. That was an order.\" Thumper tried to ignore him, feigning  \nsleep.  \n  \n\"Dammit Thumper, if you don't get up here right now and work with me,  \nI might just have to have myself a little midnight snack.\" Thumper  \nshivered a little, and then climbed up and put a paw onto the shaft of  \nthe bear, manipulating it fairly haphazardly. The bear smiled as his  \nerection quickly returned. Partly from the rubbing provided from the  \nrabbit, but more-so from the power he felt commanding his slave. He  \nleaned back, becoming even more aroused as he thought about it.  \n  \n\"Hey, Thumper, you suck at paw jobs. Straddle me.\" Thumper blinked  \nagain, his paw never stopping working, and the bear could have almost  \nthought Thumper didn't hear him if he didn't know any better.  \n\"Thumper, I'm going to eat one of your ears as we sit here unless you  \nstraddle me right now.\" Thumper quickly climbed up and straddled the  \nbear. He didn't say anything, and his actions happened to be as much  \nout of fear as confusion. He had started thinking himself an equal to  \nthe bear in the household. This was obviously not the case.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Taffy took Thumper and pressed the bunny down over his cock. He felt  \nsome resistance, so he grabbed some lotion and spread it on Thumper's  \ncheeks and rim, as well as himself. Then holding Thumper by the arms  \non his side, pressed him firmly onto his cock. He started pumping the  \nbunny up and down on his shaft, thinking about Linda, and how her  \ntight cunt would feel on his cock. Maybe it would feel like this. He  \ngroaned again, saying, \"As long as you pleasure me when I want, I  \nprobably won't ever eat you.\" He smiled at his power, and suddenly  \nspasmed into his rabbit. Thumper bit back a squeal, and shuddered  \nhimself. The bear pulled out of the rabbit, pressing the tissue he  \nwas going to use into the tailhole of the rabbit to keep anything from  \nleaking out onto his bed.  \n  \n\"Now, clean me.\" Thumper, already being violated, was well past the  \npoint of objecting. He also assumed, quite correctly, that the bear  \nmeant with his tongue. He started licking in and around the sheath of  \nthe bear, cleaning it for several minutes until the larger animal  \ngrowled with pleasure, and pulled him up to his chest. He snuggled  \nagainst his little rabbit, and fell asleep in the afterglow of  \nclimax. Thumper would have preferred getting the tissue out  \nbefore sleeping, but noticed he didn't have much of a say in the  \nmatter, and quickly fell asleep himself.  \n\n* * *\n  \nWeeks past and the two settled into a comfortable routine of bear and  \nhouse bunny, with Thumper cooking and cleaning as directed. He didn't  \nmuch like cooking other animals for the bear, and was quite insistent  \nupon only using non-sentients and certainly never rabbits. The bear  \nagreed, and since non-sentients were cheaper anyway, it really wasn't  \nmuch of an issue.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When Taffy had a day off, they would often go to the park, or take a  \nwalking trip out to the countryside. One evening as they walked, they  \nsaw something that looked like a carcass stretched around a tree. It  \nseemed that it used to be a rabbit, but he couldn't tell. Taffy  \npointed to a limb some fifteen feet higher. It was a bunny alright:  \nhis head still wore the shock of the pain he must have experienced at  \nthe teeth and paws of the town guard dogs. This was when Thumper  \nrealized his position was truly permanent. However, he would end up  \nwrong about that.  \n\n* * *\n  \nOne evening Taffy came home and Thumper took his coat and offered him  \na Pre-dinner cheese platter while he read the town's paper. As he sat  \nbetween the bear's knees, preparing to give his standard pre-dinner  \nblow job, he looked up, \"So that Linda sure is cute.\" He started  \nlicking around the shaft of the bear, teasing him to an erection.  \n  \n\"Yes, she is...\" Taffy murred in the joy he normally felt at this  \nmoment, his mind imaging Linda as his wife performing this very duty  \none day. He sighed, then blinked a couple of times, \"What did you  \nsay?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper pulled his mouth off the bear, smiling, \"Linda. She's pretty  \ncute. When are you going to ask her out?\"  \n  \n\"How do you know about Linda?\"  \n  \n\"I go on afternoon walks. I saw you at the cafe on Monday at lunch.  \nThen again on Tuesday. Both times I tried to wave discreetly, but you  \ndidn't seem to notice. Yesterday I see you waiting for a certain  \ntable even though four of them are available. Today you went three  \nseparate times, twice during your lunch break, and the second time you  \nlooked like you were about to pop. Why don't you just ask her out?\"  \n  \n\"It's not that simple.\"  \n  \n\"Yes, it is. Look, I've been hopping around town now for over a  \nmonth. Bears ask each other out all the time...\"  \n  \n\"Has someone asked her out?\"  \n  \n\"Haven't noticed. Just do it. She's single. She still lives with  \nher parents. I have no doubt she's waiting for some handsome bear  \nlike yourself to come and sweep her off her feet.\"  \n  \n\"How do you know she lives with her parents?\"  \n  \n\"I followed her home after she finished her lunch shift today. She  \nlives about three blocks from here. Her last name is Mudwinter. And  \nI must say that Shoemaker is a significant step up in the name  \ndepartment.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The bear just looked at this rabbit now sucking his cock in front of  \nhim. It wasn't that comforting that the bunny had taken to stalking  \nwomen he was interested in, however, it was kinda like he had a  \nminion. That he liked. And it was easily the most useful service the  \nbunny had yet performed for him, making him quite the catch indeed.  \n  \n\"Fine. I'll do it.\"  \n  \n\"Tomorrow?\"  \n  \n\"Yes. Now, stop pestering me and finish me off.\" Thumper smiled and  \nresumed his duty, suckling the cock and rolling the bears balls around  \njust as he liked them. Within moments the bear had given Thumper his  \nappetizer, and Thumper swallow-gagged the rancid snack down, smiling  \nin a mockery of enjoyment. The bear knew Thumper didn't like the  \ntaste, but it was so much less messy for him to swallow it anyway.  \n\n* * *\n  \nThe next evening, the bear nearly burst into the apartment, glowing  \nwith joy. \"No dinner tonight, Thump. I've got a date.\"  \n  \n\"You asked her out? And she said yes? That's great! Where are you  \ngoing?\"  \n  \n\"I thought we'd go to her restaurant. After all, she knows the food  \nquite well, and therefore knows what is and isn't good. Also, she can  \nprobably get a discount--\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper interrupted, \"You're an idiot.\"  \n  \nThe bear stopped in mid sentence. \"What did you just say?\"  \n  \n\"I said, 'You are an idiot.' Are you so stupid to think that a  \nwaitress would want to eat at the diner she works in? Would you  \nexpect her to fetch the meal as well? Would you tip her? Go to a  \nnice place. Splurge. Make a picnic basket. Do something--anything,  \nas long as you don't go to her cafe.\"  \n  \nThe bear thought about this, and realized he'd have to agree with the  \nrabbit's assessment. And maybe a picnic would be a good idea. \"Can  \nyou make us up a basket? I'm supposed to pick her up in about an hour  \nor so.\"  \n  \nThumper nodded, smiling, and quickly hopped over to the kitchen and  \nmade a picnic basket of cold cuts, different condiments, a bottle of  \nwine, along with cheeses, fruits, and chocolates. He also made sure  \nto put in all necessary plates and utensils. As he did this, the bear  \nshowered and dressed. When he came out of his room thirty minutes  \nlater, the basket was ready, and Thumper presented it, explaining what  \nwas in it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Excellent. Now, one thing, however. I can't have you calling me an  \nidiot.\" Taffy put the basket down, and in one hand picked up Thumper  \nby the scruff of the neck. He walked over to the pantry, and took out  \na length of rope. This he quickly tied around Thumper's hind feet,  \nand then hung him in the closet, turning off the light. \"I'll let you  \ndown when I get back.\"  \n\n* * *\n  \nWhen Taffy got back from the date, he did indeed let Thumper down,  \nsaying, \"Next time I have to do that, it will be the meat hooks  \nthrough your ankles.\" Thumper looked at him, still pretty dizzy, but  \nnodded.  \n  \n\"How did the date go?\"  \n  \n\"Perfectly. She loved the picnic idea. She thinks I'm quite the  \nromantic.\"  \n  \nThumper smiled, and followed the bear to his bed to sleep as they  \nnormally did.  \n\n* * *\n  \nAfter a couple of weeks of dating, Taffy brought Linda home with him  \nfor a dinner in. Thumper had the place immaculate as always, and he  \nmet them at the door when they came in.  \n  \n\"Linda, this is my house-rabbit, Thumper. Thumper, Linda, my date.\"  \n  \nThumper bowed, and took her coat, \"The pleasure is truly all mine,\"  \nThumper said.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Linda smiled down to Thumper, \"My, aren't you just the cutest little  \nbunny.\" He pinched his cheek tightly, and Thumper noticed her slurp  \nback a little bit of drool. Thumper personally couldn't see what  \nTaffy saw in her. To him, the looked pretty similar except for the  \nclothes they were wearing. They both stood about 8 feet high, the  \nboth weighed somewhere in the 600-700 pound range. They both had  \nbrown fur covering their bodies. Sure, the female was a tad shorter,  \nand her eyes seemed to be a different shade of brown, but he guessed  \nthat intra-species beauty guidelines are something better left to the  \nspecies in question.  \n  \nThumper quickly hopped off to hang the coats while Taffy showed Linda  \naround. By the time they got back, Thumper had the table set, and was  \npresenting an exquisite dish of quail eggs, several exotic cheeses,  \nwith a light mushroom sauce. He had candles lit, and two wine glasses  \nhad already been poured. He had gone back to the kitchen to finish  \npreparing the chocolate mousse dessert, and over heard them talking.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I can't believe he wasn't trained,\" she was saying.  \n  \n\"Yeah, I was just walking down the street and I ran into him. He's  \nbeen a good bunny-- almost a friend.\" Thumper cringed at the word  \n'almost', his heart sinking a little. It didn't sink too far, since he  \nstill hoped that the bear really did think of him as a friend, and he  \njust couldn't admit it in front of his lady friend.  \n  \n\"And he looks so tender and plump... Oh, think we could have him for  \ndinner some night?\"  \n  \nThumper's ears perked up in the kitchen, and he didn't move at all.  \nTaffy seemed to shrug it off, \"Well, maybe, but I'd rather not-- he  \nkeeps the place so clean...\"  \n  \nThumper heard the couple finish their plates by the sounds of the  \nscrapings of the forks on the china, and instantly reappeared to  \nremove them from the table. Taffy continued, \"And so attentive, I  \nmust say.\"  \n  \nLinda smiled down at the little bunny, and as he took her plate she  \nleaned over him and took in a deep whiff of his scent. \"Well,  \nwhatever you've been feeding him, he smells divine.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Taffy chuckled inwardly, thinking he should mention that cum shots  \nwere his secret ingredient, but having sex with your house bunny was a  \nlot like taking a crap-- everybody did it, everybody knows it's done,  \nbut it's just not something to bring up in a pleasant conversation.  \nThumper returned with the dessert just before he could open his mouth  \nand make an ass out of himself, and the bear thanked him with a grin.  \n\"That will be all tonight, Thumper.\"  \n  \nTaffy had mentioned to him that he would be sleeping in the larder  \nthat night-- it was a quite accepted place for house rabbits to sleep,  \nand it would leave the bedroom free for himself and his date if things  \nhappened to go as well as he could hope. So far things were certainly  \nlooking good, and that glow in her look and this snuggly room might be  \njust enough to push her over the top.  \n  \nThumper retired to the small closet where he had put his blanket, and  \nleaned an ear against the wall. He heard Taffy and Linda slip back to  \nthe living room, and then heard them kissing and moaning lightly. The  \nnoise subsided briefly as a record started playing some bear mating  \nsong or other. He had listened to the record before when Taffy was  \naway, and it just sounded like a lot of low growling set with some  \nkind of drum beat. But once again, their was no accounting for taste  \nin other species.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Since the music was drowning out most of the sounds, he could only  \nhear the occasional sound lifting above it, and to his reconing,  \nthings were indeed going quite well. He heard footsteps, and there  \nonly seemed to be one pair, and those were lumbering-- was he carrying  \nher? The awkward crash into the hall and the two giggling bears told  \nhim that that had indeed been the case. The record played out, and as  \nit ended, he heard the climaxing moans of the two bears. If he had  \nbeen called to trial, he would have had to claim that they indeed had  \nkilled each other with angry beavers while gargling bees, since that's  \ncertainly what it sounded like. However things seemed to go well,  \nsince soon there was naught but the steady drone of the two bears  \nsnoring contentedly.  \n  \nTaffy woke her about three hours later and escorted her home. When he  \ncame back, he opened Thumper's closet, and seemed to be glowing. \"I'm  \nin love.\"  \n  \nThumper just nodded. This was due to many reasons, not the least of  \nwhich was that he really and truly couldn't care less about the sex  \nlife of a bear who castrated him and then woke him up at two in the  \nmorning to brag that he had just gotten laid and was now in love.  \nHowever, he managed to give a smile, \"Well, that's great. I'm really  \nhappy for you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I think she's the one.\"  \n  \n\"Well, we'll see. How about some sleep now-- don't you have to go  \nvisit your mother tomorrow?\" Thumper started to get up to follow  \nTaffy back to his room, and began to gather his blanket.  \n  \nTaffy turned around, closing and locking the door to the larder almost  \nabsentmindedly. Thumper waited for the bear to realize he had been  \nforgotten. A minute passed. He coughed a little, \"Taffy?\" He  \nlistened, and heard only the steady drone of the bear snoring. He  \nplopped down and fell back asleep himself, not thinking too much of  \nbeing left there, but for some reason being bothered by it anyway.  \n\n* * *\n  \nLinda became quite the regular, and Taffy had finally given her a key  \nto his place. Thumper certainly liked the change since he was no  \nlonger expected to constantly give oral sex to the bear. The bad  \nthing was that Linda came over quite frequently, and stared at him.  \nAnd drooled. He would have sworn that she asked him for water and  \nother drinks simply so she could get whiffs of him.  \n  \n\"So, Thumper, has my little Taffy been good?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What do you mean?\"  \n  \n\"You know, have you had to do anything for him?\"  \n  \n\"Er, well, no.\"  \n  \n\"Thumper?\"  \n  \n\"No, I haven't done anything for him.\"  \n  \n\"You would tell me if he did, right?\"  \n  \n\"Sure.\"  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \nTaffy had finally decided his course of action, and although he was  \nnervous, he was overjoyed. Time to make the perfect evening. A nice  \nromantic picnic seemed the course. And what better to be his main  \nmeal...  \n  \nHe walked in and sat on the couch. Thumper was already in the  \nover-sized chair looking through a picture book as the bear arrived.  \nThe bunny couldn't help notice the change on the bear's features and  \nasked, \"So, something looks up...\"  \n  \n\"I'm... I'm going to marry her...\"  \n  \nThumper blinked, and then smiled quite brightly. In one spring he  \nhopped over and hug his friend, \"That's great! When did you ask her?\"  \n  \n\"Well, I haven't asked her yet. I haven't even bought her flower wreath  \nyet. You're the first one to know about this.\"  \n  \nThe bunny almost teared up in pride and honor, \"Aww, thanks. Is there  \nanything I can do to help?\"  \n  \nThe bear blushed hotly, and then nodded. \"When I propose, I want the  \nnight to be special. I want it perfect. And there's really only one  \nmeal that would be worthy of this special event. You.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper blinked in a mixture of worry, horror, and bizarre pride. He  \ncoughed, stepping back a little. \"Well, I'm honored and everything,  \nbut I mean, won't you both need a house bunny after your married?\"  \n  \nTaffy shook his head, \"Well, yes and no. We will need one, but it  \nwon't be you. We're going to get one from the farm, probably as a  \nwedding gift. The farm bunnies are usually trained in nursery care,  \nsomething you haven't been, and something I can't teach you. I know  \nyou're nervous, but I'll be absolutely honored if you'll adorn my  \ntable.\"  \n  \nThumper thought. Of course he was scared-- who wouldn't be. But at  \nthe same time, this is what he was probably born to do anyway. He  \ncertainly wouldn't be raising a family on his own. He had seen the  \nresult of an escape attempt by another rabbit. That sound in Taffy  \nvoice simply told him that his questioning tone was more of a  \npoliteness than a refusable request. There was no reason to make this  \nany harder on either on them. He sighed and nodded his consent.  \n  \nThe bear smiled broadly, seeing that the first preparation had been  \nmade. He beamed in joy, and Thumper hopped over and hugged him  \ntightly. Taffy smiled and hugged the bunny back quite warmly.  \n\"Good. It won't be for a while, and I'd prefer you don't say anything  \nto Linda when you see her.\" He went to the kitchen and came back with  \na small container of olive oil infused with rosemary. \"Could you  \nstart rubbing this onto your skin every morning? It's-- er, it's  \nflavoring.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The rabbit took the bottle, opened it and took a smell. It certainly  \nsmelled quite nice. He looked up to the bear and noticed Taffy's  \ntongue dance around the corner of his mouth. Taffy saw what Thumper  \nwas looking at and blushed a little, \"Sorry, but that's one of my  \nfavorite preparations, and I haven't had a nicely cooked lagomorph in  \nquite some time.\" Thumper grunted a little, and took the bottle back  \nto his pantry.  \n\n* * *\n  \nThings went on normally for the rest of the week. Taffy kept seeing  \nLinda, and they still seemed the ideal of a young couple in love. One  \nmorning Taffy leashed Thumper and took him along on an errand.  \nThumper was quite unused to being leased like this, but made no  \nobjections and followed obediantly behind his owner. He knew that  \nwhen they proceeded like this that he was not supposed to talk, so he  \nnever said a word. Finally they got to a little store off of the main  \nstreet. Taffy tied Thumper to a nearby post and went in further to  \ntalk to the store's only other occupant.  \n  \nThey conversed quietly out of earshot from Thumper, who only heard the  \noccasional reference to him as he tried to get comfortable. However,  \nthe position of the leash and collar made it hard to do anything else  \nbut stand leaning against a post chest first. He finally heard them  \napproaching again and caught the tail end of the shopkeeper's talk,  \n\"...be agreeable. He looks quite plump and tasty however. A bit old  \nfor a roast, but I suspect with proper seasoning he should work out  \nwell.\" The larger bear looked down at Thumper and unfastened his  \nleash, \"There, there. Come with me.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper followed, and Taffy walked behind him. They walked to a table  \nin the back, and the larger bear tapped a table. The bunny hopped up  \nand sat on it. The shopkeeper leaned the bunny back as he began, \"So,  \nI'll show you how to start. You have two options, mouth entry or rear  \nentry. If you were experienced at this, or if your bunny were alive  \nand disagreeable, you would go with mouth entry. In your case you'll  \nchoose rear entry.\" The shopkeeper didn't seem to be talking at all  \nto the rabbit, and seemed somewhat amused at Taffy's discomfort about  \nthe talk around his friend.  \n  \nHe took a long pole, blunted at one end, and started putting butter  \naround the tip, \"Now you can use butter or lard. It really depends on  \nwhat other seasonings you're planning on using. However, don't use  \nsomething that's an oil at room temperature-- I find those don't  \nlubricate well at all for these uses.\" He held his paw on Thumper's  \nlower belly, and continued, \"Now, hold him firmly like this and start  \ninserting into his anus.\" He stepped aside, and Taffy placed his paw  \nlike the Shopkeeper showed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Now, insert the pole until you feel a resistance.\" The pole slid in  \nquite easily, mainly due to the lubrication and the fact it was  \nthinner than the cock he normally took in that oriface. Soon three  \ninches were in and Thumper gasped a little at the cool metal inside  \nhim. Taff stopped, \"I feel resistance.\"  \n  \nThe shopkeeper stepped up and pressed a little, \"No, further.\" Taffy  \ntook the rod in hand and pressed in some more. Another inch, and  \nThumper was biting his lower lip and quivering. \"That's it, a little  \nfurther. You'll need to put some muscle into it.\" Taffy leaned into  \nthe rod and it quickly slid in another three inches and then stopped.  \nThumper gasped, and the Shopkeeper said, \"That's it.\" Taffy relaxed,  \nand the Shopkeeper made a small mark on the rod just outside Thumper's  \nrim. He then pulled out the rod and sat Thumper up on the table.  \n\"There, see, you're fine. Wait here.\" Just to make sure Thumper  \nrealized that it was more of statement of fact than a polite command,  \nhis leash was reattached and fastened to the table. Taffy and the  \nShopkeeper walked into another room.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; About a half hour passed, and Thumper heard the occasional laughter  \nand chuckles from the other room. He shifted about, squeezing his  \nmuscles back into place, and mainly tapping his fingers as he finally  \ngot a chance to look around the shop. The walls were covered with  \npictures of lagomorphs in various positions, all of them final. There  \nwere rabbits being roasted, some deep fried, others pan fried on giant  \ngrills. Some looking quite calm on spits, others skinned and  \nbraized. Books and pamplets lined the walls, as well as a couple of  \nrows of cooking implements and seasonings.  \n  \nFinally, Taffy came out and smiled with a soft look. He carried a  \nsmall bag, and went to the till where he paid the Shopkeeper. He then  \ncollected Thumper and walked out with him. Thumper stepped a bit  \nfunny for a little while, but was soon back in his old stride.  \nThumper assumed that they were going home, but they soon turned and  \nwent towards the park. Taffy led him to a little clearing and then sat  \ndown.  \n  \n\"I'm leaving the leash on you so you know you aren't to say anything  \nuntil I am finished. This is really hard on me. It's noon, there are  \nfive hours until the dogs are out. You could probably make it to the  \nmountains since you know the direct route by now. I'm about to take  \nyour leash off. You're free if you want to go.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm telling you this because I'm offering you a choice. I think of  \nyou as a friend, and I can't in good conscience do to you what I  \ndesire without your consent. Linda is very special to me. Everything  \nhas gone so well, and I want everything to go perfect.\" Taffy smiled  \nand blushed, looking quite embarrassed, and then sighed, then  \ncontinued.  \n  \n\"I need to cook you alive. It's the traditional engagement meal, and  \nLinda's mentioned it more than once that you look delicious. The  \nstore I was at this morning was teaching me how to have you skewered  \nalive. I went in the back and he showed me how to proceed using a  \nmock up rabbit. The room has been reserved as well.  \n  \n\"If you run, it'll be a large mark against me, but I'm willing to take  \nit. Linda probably won't marry me, and I know I won't ever end up  \nwith another girl as good as her. So, I'm risking the loss of two  \nfriends here. But I have to know you are OK with it, since I couldn't  \nlive with myself otherwise.\"  \n  \nTaffy finally stopped talking, and Thumper just looked at him for a  \nmoment, stunned. After taking him in, letting him live in comfort,  \nhere was his friend giving him this bane of choice. Thumper had  \nthought he had deserved better, but obviously not. And all so this  \nbear could live with himself easily. Maybe he should run off-- it  \nwould serve Taffy right for curing him like this.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But to where? Sure, he could run. He could get to the mountains.  \nAnd then what? Scraping an existence by scrounging for leaves and  \nberries until the winter? Freezing to death if he weren't hunted down  \nfirst? Pointless. Before Taffy could even unfasten his leash, he  \nstilled the bear's paw, and just looked at him.  \n  \nTaffy smiled and sighed. He scuffed the top of Thumper's head,  \nunderstanding, and then unleashed him anyway. \"I understand your  \nchoice, and won't talk about it anymore until we have to. For now I  \nthought we'd just chat in the pleasant warmth of the day.\"  \n  \nFor the next few hours Thumper and Taffy talked about the town's  \naffairs, about his gossip from work, and soon the talk, as it always  \ndid, turned to Linda. They chatted for a while, and they started to  \nget closer together as he talked. Soon, Thumper noticed that Taffy  \nwas rubbing him behind his ears. Thumper looked up and kissed the  \nbear's paw and smiled into his eyes.  \n  \n\"Did you want to make love?\" Taffy asked this seemingly out of  \nnowhere, and Thumper just looked at him for a second, blinking. He  \nhad never been asked like that before, but assumed that Taffy wanted a  \nblow. He started to move down between the Bear's legs and rub the  \nlarge sheath like he normally did. Taffy stopped him, \"No, I don't  \nmean help me masturbate. I mean make love. I'll show you.\" Taffy  \nleaned the bunny back and started to kiss and lick down his chest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nHis paws followed, and he massaged and scritched the smaller creature  \nall over. Soon Thumper was moaning with complete enjoyment, and even  \nblushing a little. \"Now, I'd offer to let you mount me if you had the  \nequipment, but as it is, I'll simply be gentle.\" Taffy moved Thumper  \nonto his paws and knees, and then got up behind him. He took out some  \npaw lotion he had and slicked himself up, and then slowly slid into  \nthe smaller creature.  \n  \nWhen Taffy went in gently, Thumper noticed that there was very little  \ndiscomfort. In this position, it was even quite pleasurable as the  \nbear rubbed against his prostate. Soon, Thumper was in extacy as the  \nmotions brought him to a seedless orgasm. He groaned in pleasure as  \nTaffy grunted and came in him after many thrusts, and they both fell  \nto the ground, giggling. Thumper snuggled up to Taffy's warm front  \nand relaxed, and they both fell asleep.  \n  \nWhen Thumper opened his eyes again, he was still snuggling against the  \nbear, but the grass was wet with dew, and the night had fallen. He  \nsighed happily again, and then realized that night had fallen, and he  \nwas in the park. Furthermore, he looked around and saw what had  \nawaken him: four large lupomorphs were standing around their prone figures.  \nThumper nudged Taffy who woke up with a start, grunted a little and  \nopened his eyes. He stopped in mid yawn as he realized the situation.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n\"'ello 'ello 'ello, wot do we 'ave 'ere?\"  \n  \n\"Er, sorry, just having a bit of fun in the park and fell asleep. My  \nbad-- we'll be going.\"  \n  \nThe dog that had spoken originally eyed the other three and in a quiet  \nsignal they moved between Taffy and the exit of the clearing. Taffy  \nknew that they couldn't hurt him and expect to live. It was a  \ndifferent story entirely with Thumper however.  \n  \n\"Not so fast, guvnah. It looks to me and me mates that you 'ave  \nyourself a wee little one. Wot say we 'ave a go with 'im?\"  \n  \n\"I don't think so. This is my lawful property, and if you touch him,  \nI'll have you up on charges.\"  \n  \nThe dogs that hadn't spoken yet looked at each other quite nervously,  \nbut the one that was talking seemed quite nonplussed.  \n  \n\"No need for threats, guvnah. Afta awl, I could always mention 'ow we  \nfound you. I do believe that 'indecent exposuah' is a 'undred dollar  \nfine, am I roight? Not to mention the embarassment that one might  \n'ave if the specifics of the crime were to be made known.\"  \n  \nTaffy thought for a moment, and a hundred dollar fine was certainly  \nmore than he could afford at any time of the year. He swallowed a  \nlittle, and the spokesman for the little group saw that he had made an  \nimpression.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No need to worry, guvnah. We won't damage your 'ittle pet. Me an'  \nde boys just want a 'ittle fun is all. 'ow about dis-- Only myself  \nand one other 'll 'ave a go. 'en you'll be on your way, spit spot.\"  \n  \nTaffy thought for a moment, and quickly nodded. The spokesman smiled  \nto the others, who quickly formed a small circle and played 'rocks  \npaper scissors' to determine who would get to go at the little one.  \nWhile they were doing this, the spokeman took Thumper by the leash and  \nlead him to the clearing. He moved the bunny lower, placing his  \ncrotch into the rabbit's face. Thumper didn't need to be told what to  \ndo, and quickly started licking at the tip quickly growing from the  \nsheath.  \n  \nFinally a dog stepped forward from the circle, smiling and cracking  \nhis knuckles. He moved around behind Thumper and grabbed his tail.  \nHe pressed his already hardened shaft into the bunny's tailhole, and  \nquickly slid inside. The tip was much narrower than Taffy, so it  \nwasn't too difficult for him to manage. As his head started bobbing  \ndown the canine's shaft, he glanced over at the other two dogs rubbing  \nthemselves as well, nearly drooling with desire as the pumped their  \ncocks in their paws as they watched. He glanced to Taffy and saw his  \nowner doing a fairly similar motion.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He swallowed the cock into him mouth and pressed back, just beginning  \nto think that this wasn't going to be too bad. He felt his tail press  \nagainst the crocth of the dog behind him, and suddenly felt his hips  \ngripped. He was pulled farther back, and was quite stunned to feel  \nhimself widening even further. He groaned and sucked hard as the  \ndog's knot, what he thought was the base of the cock, ram into him.  \nSoon he was tied, and his legs were splayed outward as he was fucked  \nin his mouth and ass at the same time.  \n  \nHe heard the two dogs do a high five over him, and they howled. He  \nlooked to the side, and saw the other two beasts had cum onto the  \nground. Taffy looked pretty near himself as Thumper's mouth was  \nsuddenly filled with wolfseed. He swallowed it down, gagging at the  \ndifferent taste. He felt the grip on his hips tighten suddenly as  \nwell, and squirmed as the hot jizz flowed into him.  \n  \nThe one who had held him down shivered for a moment and then roughly  \npulled himself free, and Thumper squealed a little at the rush of  \npain. He just lay there, and the four dogs moved over him, standing  \nin a circle. Thumper thought that this was the end-- they didn't care  \nabout the charges, they were going to eat him. He closed his eyes,  \nand soon felt a rush of urine all over his body.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The four dogs pissed all over him, laughing and slapping high fives as  \nit ran into him mouth and eyes. He choked as it ran into his nose and  \nmouth. Finally the shower was over, and when he cleared his eyes, the  \nfour dogs were gone. Only Taffy remained behind, pumping his cock  \nover Thumper's urine soaked body. In a few seconds, he was showered  \nwith cum. He didn't say anything, and just sat beneath the spray.  \nTaffy finished and stood over his little bunny, looking down.  \n  \nThumper was about to stand, but a motion from the bear made him stop  \nwhere he was. A second later, a new shower of piss flowed down over  \nhim, running all over his soaked frame. Thumper closed his eyes until  \nit had passed, and then looked up at his owner, who had never done  \nthis degradation before.  \n  \n\"Sorry, just couldn't resist. Now, let's go home and get you cleaned  \nup.\"  \n  \nThumper was quite glad it was after dark--no other bunny could see him  \nwalking leaving piss scented footprints.  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \nAnother week passed, and life continued as normal, except for the  \naddition of Thumper seasoning himself with the infused olive oil. One  \nday Taffy came home with a small package, and sat at the counter and  \nopened it. He showed Thumper. \"See, it's her flower wreath.\" It  \ndidn't muck look like a wreath of flowers. It was more of a stylized  \nmetal bracelet. \"In the olden days, it was made of flowers. These  \ndays, it's metal so it will keep longer.\" He handed it to Thumper,  \nsmiling, \"Try it on.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper put it on his wrist, \"Nice, but little point on me, since it's  \nmuch too large.\"  \n  \n\"No, as a necklace.\"  \n  \nThumper tried it around his throat, and Taffy quickly moved behind him  \nto secure it in place. He then turned a couple of small metal points  \nand latches, and the metal collar cinched up against his neck. \"Er..\"  \nThumper coughed, \"it's a bit tight...\"  \n  \n\"It's supposed to be. It won't come off again while you're alive.\"  \n  \nThumper blinked at this comment, and would have given a large gulp had  \nhe been able. However, the collar prevented this demonstration of  \nsurprize and fear. He tried to move it around a little, but it was  \ntight against his skin. \"I'm not sure I can eat with this on.\"  \n  \n\"You shouldn't be able to. You might be able to drink, so help  \nyourself to any of the wines or fruit juices you want. This stage  \nwill only last two days or so.\" The bear went to the calendar on the  \nrefrigerator and circled the 14th. \"This is the night I have the  \nreservation. Lets hope everything goes well. And, er, I'm really  \ngoing to have to be in the mood for this, so from now on you'll have  \nto address me only as 'Sir' or 'Master.'\" Thumper sighed and nodded,  \nthen added, \"Yes, Sir.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The next morning, Taffy got ready for work, and then went over to  \nThumper's pantry. He opened it, and instructed, \"Now, I'll need you to  \nshave today. Get all the fur you can off, and then re-oil yourself.  \nOh, but leave the tail.\" The bear opened the bottle and took a wiff,  \ndrooling ever so slightly. He felt the collar, and then smiled again  \nto himself before he departed.  \n\n* * *\n  \nWhen Taffy came home, he opened the pantry again and found a bowl of  \nfur and water, and a denuded bunny sleeping on the floor. He leaned  \ndown and took a long lick of the rabbit, and his tastebuds fired. It  \nactually took some willpower not to bite into the soft belly of his  \nfriend and feast, but he moved away as Thumper awoke and looked at  \nhim. \"Attend me.\" He said to the small bunny.  \n  \nThumper dutifully made the Bear's dinner, standing patiently beside  \nhim while his own stomache growled loudly with the need for food.  \nAfter dinner he rubbed his owner's feet, and started combing his fur  \nout. Taffy nervously flipped through the paper, biting his lip as he  \nfingered the flower wreath on Thumper's neck. \"Tomorrow I'll get home  \naround five or so. We'll go to the restraunt I have reserved, and then  \nwe'll get started. You've been a wonderful friend, Thumper, and I  \nknow Linda will appreciate it.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper just nodded, saying, \"Thank you, Sir.\" And then himself  \nnervous, went back to the patient and almost obsessive combing of the  \nbear's hair. The bear took him to the pantry, and bound him to a  \npost. \"I can't risk anything going wrong. But you don't need to do  \nanything else until tomorrow night.\" Thumper relaxed into his binds  \nas much as he could and weakly smiled up at his owner.  \n\n* * *\n  \nTime seemed endless, and he was quite thankful when the pantry opened  \nagain and Taffy came in. \"Well, my friend, this is the big day.  \nLet's get going.\" He unbound the rabbit who streatched himself limb  \nat a time until he finally could walk easily behind the bear. He  \nfollowed his owner out of the house, and felt very conspicuous as the  \nother rabbits looked at him. Some sighed. A few giggled. A couple  \neven shed a tear. After a walk of about a mile or so, they reached a  \nsmall pub just as the sun was setting. Several lupomophs were hanging  \nabout the restraunt, some even pointed at him and said something in  \ntheir bizarre mother tongue of growls and muffled barks.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They finally were inside, and something like a maitre 'de lead them to  \na room. There was a large fireplace, and a quite hardy fire was  \nalready going. There was a table large enough for five or six, but  \nset for only two. Along the back wall there were several prepared  \ncourses, including soups, desserts, side dishes of vegetables, and even  \na bowl of salad that only reminded Thumper he hadn't eaten in three  \ndays. Taffy closed the door, and there was quite a sense of isolation  \nfrom the rest of the world, with all other noises almost seemingly  \ndisappearing. Taffy pat the table and Thumper hopped up.  \n  \n\"Ok, this is it. Do you have any questions before we start?\"  \n  \n\"Yes, many. The main one being 'What's going to happen?'\" Thumper  \nshivered despite the warmth the fire radiated into the room. He  \nlooked around, and spied the row of knifes hanging near the fire, and  \nsaw nearby the actual spit that was to be used.  \n  \nTaffy sighed, \"Well, I wasn't sure if you wanted to know or not. But  \nsince you asked.\" He bit his lip a little, and then continued.  \n\"We'll get the spit into you, and hopefully there won't be any damage  \npreventing you from living for another few hours or so. Then I'll  \nfasten your arms and legs. Then I'll mount you near the fire and set  \nthe rotiserrie. You'll be quite far away, and should mainly warm  \nwhile I go get Linda.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Then she'll come in, and I'll present you to her. From then on  \nyou're pretty much hers, and what she does is completely up to her.  \nHowever, at some point she'll disembowel you, and then she'll get her  \nwreath by twisting your head off. Traditionally, the number of twists  \nit takes to get your head off is the number of children we'll have.  \nShe'll probably start with cutting your tail off to have as her  \nkeepsake of this night. Of course, this is all assuming she says yes.  \n  \n\"After that we'll begin to cook you in earnest, and while you roast  \nwe'll eat the rest of the courses, with you as the main entree about 3  \nhours after you start cooking. Then desert, then home. As a side  \nnote, not that you'll notice of course, but often the head of the  \nentree is used to scoop the ice cream. But I must say that I find  \nthis practice quite macabre.\"  \n  \nThumper simply figeted, listening and looking around at the last room  \nhe would ever see. He looked up at Taffy, biting his lip, \"Will it  \nhurt?\"  \n  \nTaffy nodded, and a small tear escaped from his eye. \"But I'll try to  \nmake her hurry to the gutting and decapitation if I can. But first,  \nlet us drink.\" Taffy poured a large goblet of wine for Thumper, and a  \nsmall cup for himself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper made a toast, \"To your marriage, so that no other bunny will  \nhave to die like this for you.\" He took a slow sip and so did Taffy.  \n  \n\"Finish the goblet,\" Taffy directed. Thumper drained the cup slowly,  \nalmost feeling he would burst as his tummy swelled. Finally he got it  \nall down, and started feeling a little woozy as well. \"Now, let's get  \nstarted.\" Thumper nodded and leaned back on the table.  \n  \nTaffy took the skewer and layed it across Thumper's nude form, using  \nhim to help butter the length. With a stick of butter, the entire  \nlength was slickened, and Taffy pulled it slowly down Thumper's form,  \nletting him get the feel of the length and width of the skewer.  \nThumper noticed the tip was a thin piece of leather, thin but blunt  \nover the end of it. Taffy then put this tip near the rabbit's anus.  \n  \nTaffy look a gasp, almost at the same time as Thumper. He then  \npressed the rod in slowly and steadily, applying force until he  \nreached the mark on the rod. \"Now, the tip was leather covered to  \nmake the first entry easier. There's a sharp spear tip inside, and  \nthat's what I'm going to use to get through this first muscle. You  \nshould feel a sharp pain inside.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A sharp pain was a fairly good description of what Thumper felt, and  \ndespite the buzz, he cried out and squirmed. Taffy's paw held the  \nbunny still, and he pressed in further. Luckily, it was just like how  \nhe had practiced at the shop, and soon the tip was pressing against  \nthe wine filled balloon that was Thumper's stomache.  \n  \n\"I'm about to pop through your stomache, and from there I'm going to  \nglide the rod up your throat and out your mouth. You'll need to tell  \nme if I start to poke through your esphogas. Now, did you have  \nanything else you wanted to say, or any last words?\"  \n  \nThumper, buzzed to the point of nearly drunk off his ass, could only  \nmuster thought for one question. \"What did you do with my naughty  \nbits that you cut off?\"  \n  \nTaffy giggled, \"Not the most profound last words, but they'll do.\" He  \nquickly pressed the spear end through Thumper's stomache, releasing  \nthe wine all over his entrails. Thumper convulsed once, and then  \ngagged as the skewer quickly made its way up his gullet. In no time  \nthe slightly bloody and wine scented tip was protruding from his  \nmouth. He put an apple at the speartip, and pressed it back behind  \nThumper's teeth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Taffy looked at his work as smiled. \"Oh, to answer your question, I  \nate them.\" Taffy blushed a little, then ran a paw over Thumper's  \ngreased body and then slid the rod further though him. He then tied  \nthe bunny's arms and legs to the skewer, rubbed him down once more to  \nget the perfect shine, and then set him on the rotisserie farthest  \nfrom the fire, just like he said. \"Thumper, you're doing wonderfully.  \nIf you're OK, can you wink with just one eye for me.\"  \n  \nThumper's head was spinning, but the alcohol had stopped being  \ndigested. He felt the skewer, and it felt quite at home and odd at  \nthe same time running through his body, but he did think he was OK.  \nHe winked, and then set his eyes as well as he could on Taffy as he  \nslowly spun.  \n  \n\"Good. I'm going to go get Linda, don't go anywhere.\" Taffy giggled  \nat his little joke, and sprung out, dashing like a demon to get Linda  \nand bring her back. The storekeep had told Taffy that even when all  \nseemed to go well, some internal shock could cause the rabbit to  \nexipire within an hour of the insertion. And although this would be  \nkind to his friend, he had already gone through such trouble that it  \nwould sure seem like a waste.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Thumper slowly spun around on the skewer. Not a whole lot going  \nthrough his mind, but the fire sure did feel good as each side was  \nexposed to it. He wasn't cold, nor was he tired. At this point he  \nwas mainly bored. He tested his bindings more for something to do  \nthan really looking for an escape.  \n  \nHe heard the door, and thought it would be Taffy and Linda. However  \nit was a servant girl. A Skunk it appeared. She stepped over to him  \nand smiled once, then picked up a stick of butter and recoated him,  \nmassaging his flesh a little as she did so. It felt quite nice. She  \nthen leaned close to him and whispered what he guessed was a prayer  \ninto his ear, but he didn't understand her. She pat his head and then  \nleft.  \n  \nFinally, Taffy came in saying, \"...don't look, don't look, don 't  \nlook... OK, look.\"  \n  \nAfter a short pause, Thumper heard, \"Oh Taffy! Yes! Yes! Yes!\" He  \nfelt Linda's hand on his back, \"Oh! It's Thumper! And he's still  \nalive! For me! Taffy, you're so wonderful!\" Thumper smiled to  \nhimself, and strained to look. Her paw ran down his body, and paused  \nat his tailhole. She felt the rod through Thumper's body, feeling the  \nmetal penetrating all the way through his body. He heard her murr,  \n\"Oh, Taffy, seeing what you've done for me, what you'd do for me, how  \nyou'll treat me, and our children, gets me so-- hot.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Taffy took no further hints and stepped up and started to rub her back  \nand shoulders as she rubbed over Thumper's slick body. She moved a  \npaw to the Bunny's rump, and felt his tail. At the same time, Taffy  \nmimiced her motions, feeling her tail as well. She moved her paw off  \nto the side, and grabbed a knife, and in a smooth and seemingly  \npracticed move sawed and sliced through Thumper's tailbase. Thumper  \ngrunted into the apple, and Linda smiled, putting the tail off to the  \nside. She picked up a tong out of the fire and pressed it to the  \nbloody base. She quived as she saw Thumper spasm from the red hot  \nmetal.  \n  \nHer odor grew quite strong as she continued rubbing the little one's  \nbody, and Taffy felt her increasing need. He stepped close behind  \nher, his member stiffening and pressing between her legs and under he  \ntail. She moaned and spread her legs apart to accept him and  \nshe pressed a finger into Thumper's tailhole next to the skewer.  \n  \nAs Taffy started pumping her, her finger roamed as deep as she could  \ninto the rabbit's body. She pulled it out, still pumping with her  \nbody, and tasted the mixture of butter, seasonings, wine, and blood on  \nher finger. She bent down over the skewered animal and quickly bit  \ninto one of his ears, crushing through it in a single bite. Thumper  \nsquirmed on the skewer, his eyes wide and tearing up in agony. Taffy  \nwas in the middle of his animal lust, and had long since stopped caring  \nabout the pain his one time frined was feeling.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Linda pulled back, shaking once and swallowing down the lagosushi. She  \nroared and leaned for a knife, and traced it down Thumper's belly as  \nhe turned around. Taffy's orgasm was building, and his incessant  \npumpings made her own pleasure sure to come soon as well. She pressed  \nthe knife just below Thumper's belly button, and pressed in a little.  \n  \nWith a loud growl, Taffy came in huge bursts into Linda, who shuddered  \nwith her own orgasm. As it came over her, she pressed the knife in  \nand slit Thumper up to his chest. He was just turning so his belly  \nwas facing the floor, and his wine scented entrails spilt out into a  \ntray below. He screamed and wined into the apple, but his voice was  \nsoon loss as he slipped into a state of delerium.  \n  \nLinda pulled herself up and looked at Thumper, cutting the connectinve  \ntissue so he would be clean. Taffy bit his lower lip, and decided  \nthat Thumper had had enough. He moved his paw over to twist his head  \nto the side, but Linda stopped him. \"No, look, he's still alive.\"  \nShe looked at the bindings that Taffy had made and tsked a little.  \nShe cut the bindings, and then set a small metal rod through the  \nskewer. She then rammed his wrists onto the rod, and then did the  \nsame for his feet. Taffy winced a little out of her view as his  \nfriend wasted the last of his life's energies on struggling against  \nthe inevitable.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She rubbed the inside of his abdominal cavity with some seasonings  \nfrom the table, and looked in amazement at his lungs and heart still  \nbreathing and beating. She looked over her shoulder at her husband to  \nbe, and smiled. She saw the tear in his eye, and knew this must have  \nbeen real hard for him, which made it all the more special for her.  \nShe took his paw in hers, and placed it on Thumper's head. \"Shall  \nwe?\"  \n  \nTogether they quickly twisted Thumper's head to the left, and the  \nquick pop was the last thing that Thumper heard and felt as they  \ncontinued twisting his head off of his body. It took eight turns to  \nfree it entirely, although the playfully argued if it was closer to  \neight or nine, and she pondered who he thought they'd find to carry all  \nthe children for her.  \n  \nShe unfastened the flower wreath and put it on her wrist as Taffy bled  \nout the bunny into the trough. A few minutes later he was cooking on  \nthe spit, filling the room with the wonderful odor of cooked rabbit.  \nThey made love twice more while he cooked, and then ate. They were  \nquite hungy, but left quite a bit as leftovers as well, which Taffy  \ntook home for following meals.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He was quite sad as he cleaned up Thumper's one time residence, and  \ntried not to think of what he was depositing in the loo a few days  \nlater. Linda and Taffy did get married the following spring, and they  \nwere in fact given a house bunny, none to soon for Linda's liking  \nsince it was quite obvious that Taffy hadn't the first idea how to  \nkeep clean- Thumper had quite spoiled him in that regards. Taffy  \ndebated naming thier first child Thumper, but Linda quickly overruled  \nhim, saying that it would be pretty sick.  \n  \n  \n\n"}