# The Truth About Bunnies

Author: Anonymous
Tags: Anal, Authority, Bear, Bunny, Cooking, Death, Gay, Torture, Vore (hard)

The Truth about Bunnies  

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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.  

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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.

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