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Astor the rabbit and her friends are certainly too old to believe in such a fairy tale. Sleep tight, Astor.\n\nContains death and a young female rabbit in peril.\n\nThis story and the characters herein are copyright to Kinto Mythostian. Do not reproduce without permission. I do not endorse snuff in real life. I do not endorse the thoughts or behaviors exhibited by the characters in this story in real life. Take only if you have 7-8 hours to devote to sleep.\n\nThis is the result of my second “Audience Participation” journal that I posted a couple months ago. I didn’t know there was such demand for disemboweling. Despite my intention, this actually took longer to finish than the first. Oops. I think every two months is a good benchmark to strive for.\n\nAlso included is an InkBunny-exclusive epilogue.\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Everyone knows there’s no such thing as monsters under the bed. Astor the rabbit and her friends are certainly too old to believe in such a fairy tale. Sleep tight, Astor.

Contains death and a young female rabbit in peril.

This story and the characters herein are copyright to Kinto Mythostian. Do not reproduce without permission. I do not endorse snuff in real life. I do not endorse the thoughts or behaviors exhibited by the characters in this story in real life. Take only if you have 7-8 hours to devote to sleep.

This is the result of my second “Audience Participation” journal that I posted a couple months ago. I didn’t know there was such demand for disemboweling. Despite my intention, this actually took longer to finish than the first. Oops. I think every two months is a good benchmark to strive for.

Also included is an InkBunny-exclusive epilogue.

", "writing": "No Jumping on the Bed\nby Kinto Mythostian\n\n\n\"Don't stay up too late, girls. And remember-\"\n\n\"'No jumping on the bed,'\" six young irritated female voices parrot.\n\n\"Exactly. I'll see you in the morning... if any of you are left,\" the white wolf adds with a wink.\n\n\"Mr. Quill! Stop trying to scare us. We all know there's no monster under the bed,\" grumps Aremm, a badger girl, oldest of the sextet and wearing a pale blue nightgown and socks. At 13 she is the only one old enough to have noticeable breasts rising beneath her nightclothes. \n\n\"We're not babies,\" adds Yadira, a fox girl, her light blue footie pajamas zippered tight over her chubby belly.\n\n\"Alright, I can see there's no pulling the wool over your eyes. But don't say I didn't warn you. Good night, sleep tight.\" Mr. Quill finally exits, closing the door behind him.\n\nThe six girls sitting on a rough circle of pillows on the floor in their pajamas burst out laughing as soon as the adult wolf leaves. In addition to their sleepwear they also each wear a simple black collar.\n\n\"How old does he think we are?\" Irlino, a chinchilla and only 7 herself, has a white silk nightgown and red socks.\n\n\"I know, right?\" Lomro, a white goat less than a month older than Irlino, flops back on the floor in her light green nightgown.\n\n\"'No jumping on the bed or the monster will get you! GRA GRA GRA!'\" Oesem, a pinto filly in a top and pants decorated with a popular cartoon character, speaks in an exaggerated imitation of their host's manner.\n\n\"He probably just doesn't want us making noise when he's trying to sleep,\" Astor, a silver-furred rabbit in cozy pink footie pajamas, says quietly, ever the voice of reason. She snuggles her favorite plushie, a small pink bunny with a tutu sewn on.\n\n\"So just tell us to be quiet. Geez, it's not that hard!\" Aremm whines.\n\n\"I don't think that's it,\" Irlino pipes up, \"Mr. Quill sleeps like a corpse.\"\n\n\"Well. Anyway, I'm not planning on sleeping at all tonight,\" Yadira grabs a heaping handful of popcorn from one of the numerous bowls of snacks in the center of the circle.\n\nThere is an enthusiastic chorus of assent. Sleeping at a sleepover would be absurd.\n\n\"Oh? And how are you going to stay awake?\" Astor leans against the vixen sitting beside her.\n\n\"I'm sure we'll think of something.\" Yadira nuzzles her pointed black vulpine nose against Astor's twitching pink lapine one, her large ears perking happily. Pink fleece presses to blue as their lips move closer together, their relationship clearly something more than just friendship.\n\nIrlino takes advantage of this moment to pounce on Yadira's eagerly swishing bushy red tail. The vixen shrieks out in gleeful surprise at the sudden interruption and Astor boffs the chinchilla with a pillow, upsetting a bowl of chips as she does. Lomro is quick to retaliate and in a flash the circle degenerates into a goose down Gettysburg. \n\nAstor escapes from the scrum and with one graceful dance-class-honed leap seizes the high ground afforded by the room's single bed. Yadira is quick to come to her aid, leading to a lopsided four-against-two skirmish. The rabbit and fox are forced to retreat against the onslaught and within moments all six girls are on the bed.\n\nAstor bounds from one end of the bed to the other with the rest in sugar-fueled hyper pursuit, all six of them laughing and shouting rowdily.\n\nWithout warning, the bed begins to shake violently beneath them, interrupting the frisky melee. The sextet collapse on top of the counterpane, shrieking in surprise. \n\nA terrible growl echoes around the room as a dark shape slithers out from beneath the bed and rises to full height, looming over the six suddenly terrified young girls huddling together on the bed. Dark corkscrew horns spiral above a blunt-muzzled face covered in shaggy black fur. From deep within the wild unkempt mat of fur glowing red eyes stare down at them furiously.\n\n\"Who's been jumping on the bed?\" The Monster Under the Bed growls in a low gravelly voice, his lips parting to reveal a mouth full of cruel yellow fangs, his fists opening to reveal long clawed fingers.\n\nThe girls cling tight to each other, staring in mute shock. \n\nThe monster looks at the cluster of six frightened furry faces, scrutinizing them each in turn. He licks his lips speculatively, his tongue thick and black. \"You!\" One gnarled hand shoots out and grabs Astor by the pink-fleeced arm.\n\n\"Me?! What makes you think it was me?\" she cries out desperately, twisting to escape the monster's grasp as he pulls her off the bed and to her footpaws before any of the others can come to her aid.\n\n\"You're a rabbit,\" he says matter-of-factly.\n\nFor a moment, no one says anything.\n\n\"He does have a point,\" concedes the filly.\n\n\"Oesem!\" Astor yells as the monster gives an evil grin and begins dragging her to the center of the room, scattered chips and pretzels crunching unheeded beneath his heavy hooves.\n\nA jumprope discarded on the floor quickly becomes a set of cuffs binding her wrists above her head. The loose end of the rope is looped over the suspiciously sturdy light fixture and with one easy motion the monster hauls Astor into the air before tying the rope off.\n\nAstor cries out and struggles, twisting slightly beneath her painfully extended arms. Fortunately she doesn't dangle long as the monster shoves the large wooden toy chest over from the foot of the bed to beneath the struggling rabbit's pink footied paws, giving her a sturdy surface to stand on.\n\n\"Please... sir, I didn't mean anything...\" Astor pleads, her large ears folded back in fear.\n\n\"Your kind rarely do,\" mutters the monster. He has a pair of white ballet tights in his clutches, grabbed from where they had been draped over the wardrobe door. A quick tug splits the crotch, tearing the tights into two separate legs.\n\n\"Just let me go... I won't do it again...\" The rabbit is near tears.\n\n\"No. You won't.\" The monster grabs her right shin roughly and knots one end of one leg of the tights around her ankle; the other end he ties firmly to a handle on the side of the toy chest. This process is duly repeated on Astor's left leg, leaving the rabbit with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread with her large lapine paws flat on the wooden top of the chest.\n\nHe stalks back towards the bed where the other five girls huddle together in terror, but the monster ignores them. He only grabs Astor's pink plushie from where she had dropped it and turns back to her. He loops a long length of pink ribbon around the stuffed bunny's waist.\n\n\"That was a very /gutsy/ move, jumping on the bed like that.\"\n\nThe emphasis in the monster's voice sounds very ominous to Astor. Doing her best to maintain a posture of bravery, she takes a deep breath before asking quaveringly, \"Wh-what are you going to do to me?\" \n\n\"I'm going to make an example of you.\"\n\n\"No, please no, no, no, please... not me... I'm scared... don't do it, D-\"\n\nThe monster stuffs the plushie into her mouth feet-first, cutting off her protests. He knots the ribbon behind her head, gagging her. She looks at him through her welling tears, silently begging the monster for mercy.\n\nHis hand traces down the back of her shivering neck, across her black collar, and around to the front of her throat. Astor's one-piece pajamas are held with a clasp at the front of her neck and a long zipper down the front. Leaving the clasp shut, the monster finds the zipper pull tab and slowly, deliberately unzips the pink fleece from the collar all the way down to her crotch. The two sides spread apart, exposing the flat white expanse of plush fur that swathes Astor's belly. \n\nAstor whimpers into her gag and shudders as the beast trails his fingers through her thick fur, following the low valley between her undeveloped breasts, brushing her ticklish stomach. In a lazy S motion his claws find their way to her most private parts, the soft young sepals that shelter the delicate flower of her prepubescent sex.\n\nHe slides one finger carefully inside, probing the musky shallows, expertly stimulating the tender contours within. Her nipples stiffen and perk instinctively, reacting to the sensation. Astor rocks on the balls of her footpaws, her pink fleece thighs thrusting gently against the unexpected pleasure of the touch, her eyes half-closed, her fear fading against the rising tide of bliss. She can feel her arousal building, slowly climbing towards a delightful climax.\n\nBut before she can ascend that height, the finger withdraws, leaving her perched on the torturous edge of release. Astor whines and tilts her head down to see why he has stopped, and that is when she sees the knife.\n\nThe blade is quite small, but sharpened to a purposeful edge. The monster holds it in one hand, the tip of the blade not quite touching her fur just below her belly button. Astor's fear springs back in an instant. Her eyes widen and she squeals into her plushie gag. She jolts her torso back as far as she can, tugging against her bonds, but they hold firm.\n\nWith his other hand the monster reaches up and touches her chin in an almost tender fashion. \"Shush, little rabbit. Don't fight your fate.\"\n\nAstor gives a barely perceptible nod. She stands up as straight as she can and her breast swells with a deep, shuddering breath. She raises her chin, baring her throat submissively.\n\nThe monster, however, ignores the gesture of acceptance. Without wasting any further words, he jabs the short knife into the young rabbit's vulnerable white belly. Astor screams into her gag, her eyes squeezed shut, tears of pain flowing freely down her silver cheeks as the skin of her stomach splits open. With a calm and steady hand he cuts slowly upward, slicing through her pelt in an incision that perfectly mirrors the zipper of her fleecy pink pajamas, from her belly button up to her breastbone. \n\nThe horned creature sets aside the knife and inserts a hand into the bloody slit and forces it wider, allowing the tightly-packaged guts within to shift and bulge out ever so slightly. The membranes glisten in the light, their smooth, shiny redness a sharp contrast to the fuzzy white belly and pink pajamas on either side of the wound. He traces a finger up and down, savoring the sight of how the viscera twitch and pulse beneath his touch, ignoring the whimpering sobs that emanate from Astor's throat.\n\nThe defenseless rabbit risks a look down at the throbbing mass of organs protruding from her own ruined stomach now being toyed with by the cruel monster. The pain is already almost too much to bear, and she fears it is only going to get worse.\n\nThe monster withdraws his hand and sidles around to her backside. He trails a hand down the back of her pajamas, leaving a faint bloody stain along her spine from her black collar down to her silver-white cottontail protruding from the trapdoor covering her butt. He undoes the buttons holding it in place and the trapdoor flops down to expose a pair of slender silver-furred buttocks. Astor eeps softly as he grasps one in his hand and fondles it.\n\nHis probing fingers don't take long to find the rabbit girl's unprotected anus. Astor yelps into her gag in surprise as he presses inside, violating the virgin flesh within. He pokes and prods, thrusting his fingers in and out rhythmically, massaging her rectum. \n\nAstor whines; it feels weird. Certainly not as bad as the wound on her stomach, but nowhere near as nice as when he had done the same to her vagina. Just as she is starting to get used to it, the stimulation stops. A sense of foreboding comes over her and she tenses, anticipating something bad about to happen, though she cannot predict what.\n\nThe monster smirks slightly as the young rabbit tenses; nothing can prepare her for this, or protect her from it. He jabs a strange tool into her anus, about three inches long and covered with small barbs. He gives it a twist.\n\nAstor screams as the tool roughly violates her ass, and then again as the sharp barbs dig into her sensitive flesh, her front teeth digging just as deeply into the pink plush of her favorite toy. Entire galaxies of pain burst in front of her eyes. It is unlike anything she has ever felt before, or, she knows, will ever feel again.\n\nWith one hand, the monster begins to once more probe Astor's warm and welcoming vagina. With the other he tugs on the handle of the tool and with an awful sound of tearing flesh, punctuated by Astor's muffled cries, he pulls her rectum straight out of her anus. With deliberate care the monster keeps pulling on the tool, drawing out the rabbit's large intestine from her torn and bloody tailhole, the hole spreading painfully wider with each movement.\n\nFrom the cut in her abdomen one can see the organs shifting at the first tug, and then begin to unravel into disarray as the monster draws out length after length of Astor's bowels. Her neatly-arranged organs seem to collapse inward as her gastrointestinal tract is transanally eviscerated. Several feet of colon and small intestine are now bloodily heaped in a twitching, glistening mass on the lid of the toy chest between the rabbit's pink-footied paws, spilling over the front onto the floor as the monster almost gleefully disembowels her. Here and there where the monster has grabbed too roughly the organs tear open, revealing half-congealed hraka and partially digested popcorn and candy.\n\nAstor is delirious, crying uncontrollably, her body shivering from erect lapine ears to furry gray toes. The terrible pain from her anus battles with the swelling arousal that the monster simultaneously coaxes from her vagina. Sweat glistens on the exposed fur of her belly and on her forehead, her heart pounding with the adrenaline, her lungs pulsating crazily, her breath huffing through her nostrils in short, shallow gasps. \n\nThe rabbit manages to raise her head enough to look through her tears at her five friends sitting on the bed. Surely they are enough to overpower this monster, to rescue her, to help her, to save her. What she sees instead hurts just as deeply as the monster's torture. All five of them are watching hungrily, enraptured by the gruesome sight of their friend's cruel abuse. The excitement in their expressions is clear as day. Oesem's hand is unashamedly down the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Even Astor's dearest friend, Yadira, can be seen absentmindedly fondling the crotch of her own blue footie pajamas, her mouth hanging open in slack-jawed bliss. Astor cannot stand to look. She lets her head drop and stares down at the jiggling heap of entrails at her paws. Through the fog of pain it occurs to her the pink of her intestines matches her pajamas perfectly.\n\nThe monster keeps at it. Out comes Astor's cecum, her ileum, her jejunum. The horned beast does not stop until he can go no further, her stomach visible through the deep gash in her hide hanging in a void below her displaced liver, a short length of taut duodenum extending down to her prolapsed anus. Blood drips and pools in the eviscerated abdominal cavity, and trickles down her legs to stain the wholesome pink fleece of her pajamas.\n\nAstor raises her tear-reddened eyes as the monster stalks back around in front of her. \"Have you learned yet, little one?\" he growls.\n\nThe rabbit nods weakly; it is the best she can manage. It hurts to breathe; the empty space inside her feels indescribably wrong. Nothing in her experience has prepared her for this.\n\n\"I don't think you have.\"\n\nAstor whines. She cannot defend herself, cannot do anything to stir the monster's mercy. She knows that when she finally sleeps in these pajamas it will be forever. She just wants it to be over.\n\nThe monster brandishes his knife again, and Astor weakly tilts her head to one side, once more baring her collared neck in surrender.\n\nHer gesture is ignored. The beast twirls the weapon once, so that the short blade is towards himself and the handle is towards the bound and gagged rabbit. Up until now, Astor's attention has been focused on the blade, but for the first time she notices how long the handle is, longer than it needs to be, and thick and knobbed. As the beast trails his fingers down through the sweat- and blood-matted fur of her belly, she realizes what he intends next.\n\nHanging limply from her bonds, she lacks the strength to brace herself as the monster aligns the handle with her inexperienced vagina. With no further pretense, he rams it deep inside her tight and unprotected hole, burying it as deep as it will go. Astor whines agonizingly into her gag. She squeezes her green eyes shut, though no tears come; she has none left.\n\nWith practiced expertise the monster begins to pump the improvised dildo back and forth, deliberately rubbing the ribbed handle against the rabbit's ultrasensitive clitoris, forcing an arousal out of her unwilling flesh.\n\nWhile continuing to pump the knife in and out with one hand, with his other he reaches through the slit cut into Astor's belly into her eviscerated abdomen. He grasps hold of her juvenile vagina from outside and clamps tight, forcing the already snug fit even snugger. Astor cries out again at this fresh violation, and again the monster ignores her.\n\nHe twists and squeezes her sensitive organ as though wringing water from a sponge. Astor huffs weakly from her nostrils, her lungs struggling to pump without the accustomed pressure of her guts. She does not want this arousal, this sadistic imposition of pleasure that even now threatens to overwhelm her. She just wants to be allowed to die in peace.\n\nThe monster forges on, heedless of his victim's desires or of the damage he is inflicting on her genitals. He has no incentive to be gentle or cautious; her death is ordained. He bellows proudly when he feels the juvenile organ contract beneath his grasp, pulsing around the knife handle in a weak but unmistakable orgasm. Astor howls into her gag and slumps even limper in her bonds as the unwanted climax quakes through her ruined body. \n\nThe rabbit is shaking with dry sobs as the horned beast withdraws his weapon from her torn and bleeding vagina. Once more the blade is pointed towards his captive and with a quick slash he splits open her stomach. A masticated acid slurry of ice cream and cookies, her last meal, spill out into her cavity, the caustic solution bringing a fresh and horrible pain to her abused body, the scent enough to make her want to retch, if only that were still possible.\n\nThe monster is moving purposefully now. He makes quick work of removing Astor's less vital organs, those that have not already been ripped from her ass: kidneys, pancreas, spleen. These and lastly the great purple mass of her liver are bloodily extricated and unceremoniously cast onto the floor.\n\nAstor wheezes sharply when the monster abruptly jabs his short knife upward through her diaphragm into her left lung. Breathing, already difficult, becomes all but impossible, the rabbit only kept alive by sheer adrenaline. She can feel the blade moving inside her, carving through her flesh, when, without warning, her blood stills in her veins.\n\nThe monster extracts his hand from her body, holding something in his grasp. Astor stares at it as he brings it to her eye level, though it is becoming harder to concentrate or focus. It is small, scarcely the size of an apple, vividly red, and, Astor realizes with horror, pulsing faintly. It is her heart. \n\nHer heart, pulled from the sheltered haven of her breast, is still beating valiantly as the monster raises it to his lips. Astor can do nothing but watch as he opens his mouth and delicately places the fretfully throbbing organ inside. He rolls it around with his tongue, savoring the taste and texture like a rare truffle. His jaws snap shut, reducing it to pulp in one bite. The rabbit watches the last of her blood ooze from his smiling lips and then, as an overwhelming darkness swallows her, knows no more.\n\nLicking the blood from his fingers, the monster turns away from the suspended corpse of his victim and back towards her quintet of friends, still huddled together on the bed. \"Have you learned?\"\n\nThey nod numbly. Most of them bear musky wet stains on the crotch of their pajamas.\n\nWithout another word, the horned creature sinks back to the floor and slithers out of sight beneath the bed from whence he came.\n\nFor several minutes there is no sound except the dripping of blood from Astor's mangled corpse and the panting breaths of the five living girls.\n\nOne-by-one, they step off the bed and hesitantly creep closer to their lapine friend.\n\n\"Is... is she...?\"stutters Irlino, the young chinchilla.\n\n\"Very,\" confirms Oesem, the pinto filly.\n\nAremm, the badger, nudges the quivering pile of entrails with her stocking footpaw. \"Wow.\"\n\n\"I didn't expect it to be so... smelly,\" Lomro, the goat, has her nightgown pulled up over muzzle in a futile attempt to stifle the odor.\n\nYadira, the fox, says nothing; only looks pensively at the voided corpse of her best friend, absentmindedly fingering the damp spot on her footie pajamas with one hand. With her other she reaches out to stroke the pink fleece leg of Astor's pajamas, down her shin to her footied paw.\n\nLeaving the other four to poke and prod inquisitively at the disarrayed anatomy on the floor, the young vixen pads back toward the bed in her blue-footied paws. She plops down onto her pudgy belly amidst the scattered snacks and cushions and lifts the dust ruffle to peer underneath; there is nothing except for dust bunnies and a lost sock. Yadira rocks back into a kneeling position and looks up thoughtfully at the bed. As if reaching a sudden decision, she hops to her paws and climbs back atop the counterpane. \n\nYadira stands up straight and begins to jump.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFirst draft begun June 24, 2015. First draft completed July 5, 2015. Editing completed July 23, 2015. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "No Jumping on the Bed
by Kinto Mythostian


"Don't stay up too late, girls. And remember-"

"'No jumping on the bed,'" six young irritated female voices parrot.

"Exactly. I'll see you in the morning... if any of you are left," the white wolf adds with a wink.

"Mr. Quill! Stop trying to scare us. We all know there's no monster under the bed," grumps Aremm, a badger girl, oldest of the sextet and wearing a pale blue nightgown and socks. At 13 she is the only one old enough to have noticeable breasts rising beneath her nightclothes.

"We're not babies," adds Yadira, a fox girl, her light blue footie pajamas zippered tight over her chubby belly.

"Alright, I can see there's no pulling the wool over your eyes. But don't say I didn't warn you. Good night, sleep tight." Mr. Quill finally exits, closing the door behind him.

The six girls sitting on a rough circle of pillows on the floor in their pajamas burst out laughing as soon as the adult wolf leaves. In addition to their sleepwear they also each wear a simple black collar.

"How old does he think we are?" Irlino, a chinchilla and only 7 herself, has a white silk nightgown and red socks.

"I know, right?" Lomro, a white goat less than a month older than Irlino, flops back on the floor in her light green nightgown.

"'No jumping on the bed or the monster will get you! GRA GRA GRA!'" Oesem, a pinto filly in a top and pants decorated with a popular cartoon character, speaks in an exaggerated imitation of their host's manner.

"He probably just doesn't want us making noise when he's trying to sleep," Astor, a silver-furred rabbit in cozy pink footie pajamas, says quietly, ever the voice of reason. She snuggles her favorite plushie, a small pink bunny with a tutu sewn on.

"So just tell us to be quiet. Geez, it's not that hard!" Aremm whines.

"I don't think that's it," Irlino pipes up, "Mr. Quill sleeps like a corpse."

"Well. Anyway, I'm not planning on sleeping at all tonight," Yadira grabs a heaping handful of popcorn from one of the numerous bowls of snacks in the center of the circle.

There is an enthusiastic chorus of assent. Sleeping at a sleepover would be absurd.

"Oh? And how are you going to stay awake?" Astor leans against the vixen sitting beside her.

"I'm sure we'll think of something." Yadira nuzzles her pointed black vulpine nose against Astor's twitching pink lapine one, her large ears perking happily. Pink fleece presses to blue as their lips move closer together, their relationship clearly something more than just friendship.

Irlino takes advantage of this moment to pounce on Yadira's eagerly swishing bushy red tail. The vixen shrieks out in gleeful surprise at the sudden interruption and Astor boffs the chinchilla with a pillow, upsetting a bowl of chips as she does. Lomro is quick to retaliate and in a flash the circle degenerates into a goose down Gettysburg.

Astor escapes from the scrum and with one graceful dance-class-honed leap seizes the high ground afforded by the room's single bed. Yadira is quick to come to her aid, leading to a lopsided four-against-two skirmish. The rabbit and fox are forced to retreat against the onslaught and within moments all six girls are on the bed.

Astor bounds from one end of the bed to the other with the rest in sugar-fueled hyper pursuit, all six of them laughing and shouting rowdily.

Without warning, the bed begins to shake violently beneath them, interrupting the frisky melee. The sextet collapse on top of the counterpane, shrieking in surprise.

A terrible growl echoes around the room as a dark shape slithers out from beneath the bed and rises to full height, looming over the six suddenly terrified young girls huddling together on the bed. Dark corkscrew horns spiral above a blunt-muzzled face covered in shaggy black fur. From deep within the wild unkempt mat of fur glowing red eyes stare down at them furiously.

"Who's been jumping on the bed?" The Monster Under the Bed growls in a low gravelly voice, his lips parting to reveal a mouth full of cruel yellow fangs, his fists opening to reveal long clawed fingers.

The girls cling tight to each other, staring in mute shock.

The monster looks at the cluster of six frightened furry faces, scrutinizing them each in turn. He licks his lips speculatively, his tongue thick and black. "You!" One gnarled hand shoots out and grabs Astor by the pink-fleeced arm.

"Me?! What makes you think it was me?" she cries out desperately, twisting to escape the monster's grasp as he pulls her off the bed and to her footpaws before any of the others can come to her aid.

"You're a rabbit," he says matter-of-factly.

For a moment, no one says anything.

"He does have a point," concedes the filly.

"Oesem!" Astor yells as the monster gives an evil grin and begins dragging her to the center of the room, scattered chips and pretzels crunching unheeded beneath his heavy hooves.

A jumprope discarded on the floor quickly becomes a set of cuffs binding her wrists above her head. The loose end of the rope is looped over the suspiciously sturdy light fixture and with one easy motion the monster hauls Astor into the air before tying the rope off.

Astor cries out and struggles, twisting slightly beneath her painfully extended arms. Fortunately she doesn't dangle long as the monster shoves the large wooden toy chest over from the foot of the bed to beneath the struggling rabbit's pink footied paws, giving her a sturdy surface to stand on.

"Please... sir, I didn't mean anything..." Astor pleads, her large ears folded back in fear.

"Your kind rarely do," mutters the monster. He has a pair of white ballet tights in his clutches, grabbed from where they had been draped over the wardrobe door. A quick tug splits the crotch, tearing the tights into two separate legs.

"Just let me go... I won't do it again..." The rabbit is near tears.

"No. You won't." The monster grabs her right shin roughly and knots one end of one leg of the tights around her ankle; the other end he ties firmly to a handle on the side of the toy chest. This process is duly repeated on Astor's left leg, leaving the rabbit with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread with her large lapine paws flat on the wooden top of the chest.

He stalks back towards the bed where the other five girls huddle together in terror, but the monster ignores them. He only grabs Astor's pink plushie from where she had dropped it and turns back to her. He loops a long length of pink ribbon around the stuffed bunny's waist.

"That was a very /gutsy/ move, jumping on the bed like that."

The emphasis in the monster's voice sounds very ominous to Astor. Doing her best to maintain a posture of bravery, she takes a deep breath before asking quaveringly, "Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to make an example of you."

"No, please no, no, no, please... not me... I'm scared... don't do it, D-"

The monster stuffs the plushie into her mouth feet-first, cutting off her protests. He knots the ribbon behind her head, gagging her. She looks at him through her welling tears, silently begging the monster for mercy.

His hand traces down the back of her shivering neck, across her black collar, and around to the front of her throat. Astor's one-piece pajamas are held with a clasp at the front of her neck and a long zipper down the front. Leaving the clasp shut, the monster finds the zipper pull tab and slowly, deliberately unzips the pink fleece from the collar all the way down to her crotch. The two sides spread apart, exposing the flat white expanse of plush fur that swathes Astor's belly.

Astor whimpers into her gag and shudders as the beast trails his fingers through her thick fur, following the low valley between her undeveloped breasts, brushing her ticklish stomach. In a lazy S motion his claws find their way to her most private parts, the soft young sepals that shelter the delicate flower of her prepubescent sex.

He slides one finger carefully inside, probing the musky shallows, expertly stimulating the tender contours within. Her nipples stiffen and perk instinctively, reacting to the sensation. Astor rocks on the balls of her footpaws, her pink fleece thighs thrusting gently against the unexpected pleasure of the touch, her eyes half-closed, her fear fading against the rising tide of bliss. She can feel her arousal building, slowly climbing towards a delightful climax.

But before she can ascend that height, the finger withdraws, leaving her perched on the torturous edge of release. Astor whines and tilts her head down to see why he has stopped, and that is when she sees the knife.

The blade is quite small, but sharpened to a purposeful edge. The monster holds it in one hand, the tip of the blade not quite touching her fur just below her belly button. Astor's fear springs back in an instant. Her eyes widen and she squeals into her plushie gag. She jolts her torso back as far as she can, tugging against her bonds, but they hold firm.

With his other hand the monster reaches up and touches her chin in an almost tender fashion. "Shush, little rabbit. Don't fight your fate."

Astor gives a barely perceptible nod. She stands up as straight as she can and her breast swells with a deep, shuddering breath. She raises her chin, baring her throat submissively.

The monster, however, ignores the gesture of acceptance. Without wasting any further words, he jabs the short knife into the young rabbit's vulnerable white belly. Astor screams into her gag, her eyes squeezed shut, tears of pain flowing freely down her silver cheeks as the skin of her stomach splits open. With a calm and steady hand he cuts slowly upward, slicing through her pelt in an incision that perfectly mirrors the zipper of her fleecy pink pajamas, from her belly button up to her breastbone.

The horned creature sets aside the knife and inserts a hand into the bloody slit and forces it wider, allowing the tightly-packaged guts within to shift and bulge out ever so slightly. The membranes glisten in the light, their smooth, shiny redness a sharp contrast to the fuzzy white belly and pink pajamas on either side of the wound. He traces a finger up and down, savoring the sight of how the viscera twitch and pulse beneath his touch, ignoring the whimpering sobs that emanate from Astor's throat.

The defenseless rabbit risks a look down at the throbbing mass of organs protruding from her own ruined stomach now being toyed with by the cruel monster. The pain is already almost too much to bear, and she fears it is only going to get worse.

The monster withdraws his hand and sidles around to her backside. He trails a hand down the back of her pajamas, leaving a faint bloody stain along her spine from her black collar down to her silver-white cottontail protruding from the trapdoor covering her butt. He undoes the buttons holding it in place and the trapdoor flops down to expose a pair of slender silver-furred buttocks. Astor eeps softly as he grasps one in his hand and fondles it.

His probing fingers don't take long to find the rabbit girl's unprotected anus. Astor yelps into her gag in surprise as he presses inside, violating the virgin flesh within. He pokes and prods, thrusting his fingers in and out rhythmically, massaging her rectum.

Astor whines; it feels weird. Certainly not as bad as the wound on her stomach, but nowhere near as nice as when he had done the same to her vagina. Just as she is starting to get used to it, the stimulation stops. A sense of foreboding comes over her and she tenses, anticipating something bad about to happen, though she cannot predict what.

The monster smirks slightly as the young rabbit tenses; nothing can prepare her for this, or protect her from it. He jabs a strange tool into her anus, about three inches long and covered with small barbs. He gives it a twist.

Astor screams as the tool roughly violates her ass, and then again as the sharp barbs dig into her sensitive flesh, her front teeth digging just as deeply into the pink plush of her favorite toy. Entire galaxies of pain burst in front of her eyes. It is unlike anything she has ever felt before, or, she knows, will ever feel again.

With one hand, the monster begins to once more probe Astor's warm and welcoming vagina. With the other he tugs on the handle of the tool and with an awful sound of tearing flesh, punctuated by Astor's muffled cries, he pulls her rectum straight out of her anus. With deliberate care the monster keeps pulling on the tool, drawing out the rabbit's large intestine from her torn and bloody tailhole, the hole spreading painfully wider with each movement.

From the cut in her abdomen one can see the organs shifting at the first tug, and then begin to unravel into disarray as the monster draws out length after length of Astor's bowels. Her neatly-arranged organs seem to collapse inward as her gastrointestinal tract is transanally eviscerated. Several feet of colon and small intestine are now bloodily heaped in a twitching, glistening mass on the lid of the toy chest between the rabbit's pink-footied paws, spilling over the front onto the floor as the monster almost gleefully disembowels her. Here and there where the monster has grabbed too roughly the organs tear open, revealing half-congealed hraka and partially digested popcorn and candy.

Astor is delirious, crying uncontrollably, her body shivering from erect lapine ears to furry gray toes. The terrible pain from her anus battles with the swelling arousal that the monster simultaneously coaxes from her vagina. Sweat glistens on the exposed fur of her belly and on her forehead, her heart pounding with the adrenaline, her lungs pulsating crazily, her breath huffing through her nostrils in short, shallow gasps.

The rabbit manages to raise her head enough to look through her tears at her five friends sitting on the bed. Surely they are enough to overpower this monster, to rescue her, to help her, to save her. What she sees instead hurts just as deeply as the monster's torture. All five of them are watching hungrily, enraptured by the gruesome sight of their friend's cruel abuse. The excitement in their expressions is clear as day. Oesem's hand is unashamedly down the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Even Astor's dearest friend, Yadira, can be seen absentmindedly fondling the crotch of her own blue footie pajamas, her mouth hanging open in slack-jawed bliss. Astor cannot stand to look. She lets her head drop and stares down at the jiggling heap of entrails at her paws. Through the fog of pain it occurs to her the pink of her intestines matches her pajamas perfectly.

The monster keeps at it. Out comes Astor's cecum, her ileum, her jejunum. The horned beast does not stop until he can go no further, her stomach visible through the deep gash in her hide hanging in a void below her displaced liver, a short length of taut duodenum extending down to her prolapsed anus. Blood drips and pools in the eviscerated abdominal cavity, and trickles down her legs to stain the wholesome pink fleece of her pajamas.

Astor raises her tear-reddened eyes as the monster stalks back around in front of her. "Have you learned yet, little one?" he growls.

The rabbit nods weakly; it is the best she can manage. It hurts to breathe; the empty space inside her feels indescribably wrong. Nothing in her experience has prepared her for this.

"I don't think you have."

Astor whines. She cannot defend herself, cannot do anything to stir the monster's mercy. She knows that when she finally sleeps in these pajamas it will be forever. She just wants it to be over.

The monster brandishes his knife again, and Astor weakly tilts her head to one side, once more baring her collared neck in surrender.

Her gesture is ignored. The beast twirls the weapon once, so that the short blade is towards himself and the handle is towards the bound and gagged rabbit. Up until now, Astor's attention has been focused on the blade, but for the first time she notices how long the handle is, longer than it needs to be, and thick and knobbed. As the beast trails his fingers down through the sweat- and blood-matted fur of her belly, she realizes what he intends next.

Hanging limply from her bonds, she lacks the strength to brace herself as the monster aligns the handle with her inexperienced vagina. With no further pretense, he rams it deep inside her tight and unprotected hole, burying it as deep as it will go. Astor whines agonizingly into her gag. She squeezes her green eyes shut, though no tears come; she has none left.

With practiced expertise the monster begins to pump the improvised dildo back and forth, deliberately rubbing the ribbed handle against the rabbit's ultrasensitive clitoris, forcing an arousal out of her unwilling flesh.

While continuing to pump the knife in and out with one hand, with his other he reaches through the slit cut into Astor's belly into her eviscerated abdomen. He grasps hold of her juvenile vagina from outside and clamps tight, forcing the already snug fit even snugger. Astor cries out again at this fresh violation, and again the monster ignores her.

He twists and squeezes her sensitive organ as though wringing water from a sponge. Astor huffs weakly from her nostrils, her lungs struggling to pump without the accustomed pressure of her guts. She does not want this arousal, this sadistic imposition of pleasure that even now threatens to overwhelm her. She just wants to be allowed to die in peace.

The monster forges on, heedless of his victim's desires or of the damage he is inflicting on her genitals. He has no incentive to be gentle or cautious; her death is ordained. He bellows proudly when he feels the juvenile organ contract beneath his grasp, pulsing around the knife handle in a weak but unmistakable orgasm. Astor howls into her gag and slumps even limper in her bonds as the unwanted climax quakes through her ruined body.

The rabbit is shaking with dry sobs as the horned beast withdraws his weapon from her torn and bleeding vagina. Once more the blade is pointed towards his captive and with a quick slash he splits open her stomach. A masticated acid slurry of ice cream and cookies, her last meal, spill out into her cavity, the caustic solution bringing a fresh and horrible pain to her abused body, the scent enough to make her want to retch, if only that were still possible.

The monster is moving purposefully now. He makes quick work of removing Astor's less vital organs, those that have not already been ripped from her ass: kidneys, pancreas, spleen. These and lastly the great purple mass of her liver are bloodily extricated and unceremoniously cast onto the floor.

Astor wheezes sharply when the monster abruptly jabs his short knife upward through her diaphragm into her left lung. Breathing, already difficult, becomes all but impossible, the rabbit only kept alive by sheer adrenaline. She can feel the blade moving inside her, carving through her flesh, when, without warning, her blood stills in her veins.

The monster extracts his hand from her body, holding something in his grasp. Astor stares at it as he brings it to her eye level, though it is becoming harder to concentrate or focus. It is small, scarcely the size of an apple, vividly red, and, Astor realizes with horror, pulsing faintly. It is her heart.

Her heart, pulled from the sheltered haven of her breast, is still beating valiantly as the monster raises it to his lips. Astor can do nothing but watch as he opens his mouth and delicately places the fretfully throbbing organ inside. He rolls it around with his tongue, savoring the taste and texture like a rare truffle. His jaws snap shut, reducing it to pulp in one bite. The rabbit watches the last of her blood ooze from his smiling lips and then, as an overwhelming darkness swallows her, knows no more.

Licking the blood from his fingers, the monster turns away from the suspended corpse of his victim and back towards her quintet of friends, still huddled together on the bed. "Have you learned?"

They nod numbly. Most of them bear musky wet stains on the crotch of their pajamas.

Without another word, the horned creature sinks back to the floor and slithers out of sight beneath the bed from whence he came.

For several minutes there is no sound except the dripping of blood from Astor's mangled corpse and the panting breaths of the five living girls.

One-by-one, they step off the bed and hesitantly creep closer to their lapine friend.

"Is... is she...?"stutters Irlino, the young chinchilla.

"Very," confirms Oesem, the pinto filly.

Aremm, the badger, nudges the quivering pile of entrails with her stocking footpaw. "Wow."

"I didn't expect it to be so... smelly," Lomro, the goat, has her nightgown pulled up over muzzle in a futile attempt to stifle the odor.

Yadira, the fox, says nothing; only looks pensively at the voided corpse of her best friend, absentmindedly fingering the damp spot on her footie pajamas with one hand. With her other she reaches out to stroke the pink fleece leg of Astor's pajamas, down her shin to her footied paw.

Leaving the other four to poke and prod inquisitively at the disarrayed anatomy on the floor, the young vixen pads back toward the bed in her blue-footied paws. She plops down onto her pudgy belly amidst the scattered snacks and cushions and lifts the dust ruffle to peer underneath; there is nothing except for dust bunnies and a lost sock. Yadira rocks back into a kneeling position and looks up thoughtfully at the bed. As if reaching a sudden decision, she hops to her paws and climbs back atop the counterpane.

Yadira stands up straight and begins to jump.







First draft begun June 24, 2015. First draft completed July 5, 2015. Editing completed July 23, 2015.

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