This Old Rag


        In a dark blue night, in a middle of nowhere, the road became empty. The black road is deserted and occupied by nothing. A wolf howling from the distance as crickets chirps as well. Staying idly by, a large rectangular-shaped figure appears from the road. A truck speeding in an empty place like this. The truck slows down a bit and coordinates to stop at something near. Brighten by light, the truck appears to stop at this location. Lit by lights from the bar it's heading. The vehicle turned as it slowly makes it's way to park. It steadily stopped near one of the parking sections of where a small variety of motorcycles are. Scratching his wet dasypodidae head. It draw to a close as the driver took the keys and ejects from the driver's seat. Sealed and locked. The driver proceeds to go to the direction where the bikes are. 


        Walking his way with his jacket and hat, he escorts to the front of the bar with a trolley of alcohol beverages. Mostly carriers of beer. He strides to the front entrance of the wooden building. There, another figure stood in place. A person, morelike. A female blue rabbit leans idly by watching the moon. With blonde hair, a fit figure, and wearing unbuttoned-torso military fatigue in OD green and a tank top grey. She tipped her shoulder on one of the wooden pillars. Both her hands are placed in the pockets of of green BDU torso while standing outside. Smoking her way so she can pass the time. Staring at the full moon that appears right in front of her. Pale and round that glows as being seen on the night sky. As she does her thing, a buzzing noise vibrates in one of her pockets. Her smartphone rang.




"It's been awhile. I need you to do a job for a client again. -Niidii " the message says.


        The motor engine ignites and the exhaust heats up. The blue rabbit prepares to leave the bar and parking lot. With little time to spare, she manages to throw her cigarette to the large green bin 12-feet away from her. Wearing her helmet and then she ignites her bike. She left the place with a long trail of smoke. She starts going to the right and begins her long ride.




        One hour later, a glaring light passes through the woods. The same bike passes through the mud and trees of the forest. A set of wooden fences appear along with a sign that says "Keep Out. Beware of ghosts!". That didn't stop her. She continues going through the large, vast forest. Passing through large trees as the branches from the trees all points at the large moon.














        A couple of minutes later, she arrived in front of the destination she wanted. She stopped in front of an old teal house. She turned off her bike, took the keys and walks to the entrance door. She took a different key out and insert it in the front door's key hole. She rotates it as the door is unlocked. She opened the old door as she witnessed the room is filled with dust and relic. Surprised to her that nobody has entered this house while she was away in the military. Not even mails or postcards on the mat she's currently standing on. She turns on the lights of her smartphone and closes the door. 


"Home sweet home." She said.


        She wraps her mouth and nose with her BDU torso so she cannot get the dust or any of the particulars spreaded within the air of this house. She walks past the kitchen and stumbles across a locked basement door near in a room made out of bricks and filled with wood. Right next to the fire place, the blue rabbit carries on and picks out another key to unlock the basement door. It's unlock and she enters the dark basements. Walking down the basements stairs with her lightened phone, she careful goes down slowly just in case she doesn't break anything, especially her bones. Accomplishing without hurting herself, she looks around the room. She sees very little with her phone. So, she tries to find the light switch within the basement. She walks behind the stairs and found it within the cobwebs. She pulls it as the room is lit with rows and rows of guns. Guns that she confiscated during her crime-fighting days back then. Quite dusty, but still intact. 


        The bunny then quickly retrieve the large bags within  the basement so she can bring home loads of it back at her apartment. Placed on the table are the 3 same bags. All unzipped as she prepare her weapons. Unable to fit a warehouse full of them, she can only take the ones necessary for her to move out at the moment. She took off the following firearms off their racks: the Italian 93R's in twin form; The German MP5A5  with NC Star M5 red dot and A3 retractable stock; the Israeli Galil and UZI, the Soviet AKS-74U with side-mount Kobra optic and 75-round drum mag and AK-74M fitted with a GP-25 grenade launcher, blue-taped twin 30-round magazine and PSOP scope; the American Model 870 Police Magnum; added with several MK 2 "pineapple" hand grenades, M67 Frag Grenades, RGD-5 HE Grenades, M18 Smoke Grenades, and M84 "Flash Bang" Stun Grenades. She fitted all of the chosen weapons into those 3 bags. She double-checks and realizes the third bag has a lot of room to spare. She then whips up a couple of Low Visual Armor Carrier and Discreet Lightweight Armor for essential gear and just in case she needs extra protection. The blue bunny almost forgot about balaclavas. So, she adds one to the bag.












"Like Osaka always said; don't get caught unless you're wearing a ski-mask." the blue bunny recited.


        She extends her shopping list by going upstairs to one of her old rooms. She sat on the wood floor of the attic and start hacking at one of the out of placed wood floor. Her large fit arms push the crowbar to the point where all the nails on the wood flies out. She puts away the crowbar and searches through the large pile of old newspapers. Her hands swim their way to find what she needed. One of her arms then a hard pointy edge that feels like an edge of a briefcase. She retrieves the large object out of the hidden spot of newspapers. She finally got what she was looking for; her suitcase.


        She placed the old suitcase case on the floor and unzips both sides. She kneels down and opens the suitcase. Revealing all existing copies of her purple and black battle suits she has left in this bag. All made out of lycra spandex and folded neatly, battle suits she used extensively during her missions and crime-fight returning a comeback. Basically, modified wetsuits with adjustments and fitted for her. Cheaply made, but lightweight. Assuming it still fits on her. Each covered in bubble wrap and sealed in PVC bags. She took all available copies of her battle suit to her gun bag. She proceeds to clean things up as if nobody is here and puts her bags onto her motorcycle. Before leaving, she smoke another cigar. She was planning to burn down the house after retrieving everything she needed, but she decided not to due to the chances of the police findings out about her fingerprints, DNA and remnants of illegal guns under the house. She stops smoking and continue the cigar later. She then leaves the place. 


        Four hours later, in an apartment, the entrance is lined with a flock of people. Siji has to wait while she has to carry her heavy bags for another forty-five  minutes until it was her turn to be verified. At first, she wasn't able to go back to her current apartment room considering the apartment doesn't allow firearms in the building. However, she was able to bribe them with a couple thousand dollars.She went along and goes to one of the stairs. The elevator was unable to carry her and her guns due to the weight. 


        Eight minutes later, she manages to go up on the ninth floor. Exhausted and tiresome, Siji quickly unlocks her apartment door and gets in. She closes the door as she leaves a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle. Everything is putted on her living room table. She gets out the weapons needed for weapons and attire test. She unlocked her workout room and puts the twin 93R on her weapons workbench. She disassembles both the guns and cleans every nook and cranny from both the weapons. 












                Thirty-three minutes later, both the Raffica's are lubed and swept clean for use. On that same room, Siji prepares to change. She undressed her uniform including her tank top. Now, bare-naked. Her gigantic sagging breasts. Her succulent inverted nipples. Her thin waist. Her fat ass. Her thick round bunny ass. Everything on her is now exposed. She's ready. She slowly comes to the light where the mirror is there as well. One of her old battlesuit is one the floor and also the object the ceiling lamp focuses on. Everything else in  the room is dark. Mostly in black. Siji goes in the light. She stopped. One of her legs a raised and puts it on the the suit. The other leg as well. 


"Alright ... Here we go."


        She bends over as her hands slowly gets a hold of her flexible suit. Steadily, she pulls the outfit from the ground as she tries to equip it. Or at least tries to be able to put it on to her entire body. The tightness covers from a bit of her thighs, but tighter for the rest of her body. She thinks that the suit should be able cover her body and hold her size since it's mostly made out of stretchy spandex. Her suit becomes tighter and tighter as it goes on to her muscular body. Stretched as much as it could, the suit starts to make her more tightly compact. Siji starts to sweat. Her body is swelling, but the threads are starting to stretch on a few parts. More snapping noises are being heard the more she puts in on. The suit constraints more of her as she goes on. The spandex take a hold of her body, but her muscles are branching. Detaining her while her body clenches from the tightness. The suit firmly grasp on the shoulder. She is now firmly dense in that suit. Compressed and tight-fitting as a typical skintight outfit.


She stopped for a while. Sweating in exhaustion, her gigantic F-cup size rabbit tiddies are the only things that haven't been covered. She goes so far until this point for one of her suit to grip on her big strong figure. 


"Come on, girls. We can do this!" Siji talking to her boobs.


The suit installation continues as Siji places the top on her breasts. The frontal chest section squeezes her big sweaty blue mammaries. She used her hand to hold her large bags while the other hand deals with the zipper. The zipper is made to be inside of the suit. It is designed that way for the user's control in case of different weather conditions and battle abuse. She kept on proceeding to pull the zipper tag and squeezing her boobs.


"Come on! Come on!" She shouted as she sweats more and in under constant tightness. 
         










The firmness of the top squeezes her boobs. The zipper slowly makes it's way but not much. With the frontal struggle, Siji moans and grunts for she can't take this much tension. Her arms became big as the other hand pulls the suit and the other zipping it. Siji, out of all her strength, manages to zip her suit without damaging it. Aside from the stretched up strings and fabric around her suit that happened before hand. However, because of it's tightness, acts like a boobs sock.


"Pheeew! Finally, it's on. Fits like a glove!" Siji said. While flexing and doing cute anime girl poses, the threads continue to stretch even more. With that done, Siji then wears her socks, combat boots and fingerless gloves because that's what she usually wears when in her battle suit. She has to keep it lightweight as possible.


        After all that hassle with getting into the suit, Siji gets ready to go for a test drive. She struts her way to her room. Her boobs and bubble butt bounces madly even when being contained by her tight outfit. It bounces crazily and off the wall, but all that doesn't matter to her. As long as the suit fits and looks great on her, she's ready to take on the world with it. Bouncing her way to the table, she prepares her equipments. She brings her smartphone, twin 93R's, balaclava, night vision, towel, rope, smoke grenades and tranquilizer pipe and packs them in her small bag that she carries during her solo missions. She equips the portable backpack and leaves the room. 


        Her hand is almost on the handle of the door, but she was interrupted by a news broadcast. It showcases about an ongoing heist of bank robbers pursuing police officers within a local car. Consisting of three armed men with stalkings as their mask. The news then shows footage of one of the cops before the escape happens. With her bunny ears, Siji could hear the information to where that heist took places. She gets her hand off the door knob and locks it back. Her current mission can wait. She has plans on doing something smaller with low-ranked criminals.


"Watch out, world. Siji is back!" She yelled in a heroic manner.


        She runs to the opened window and starts climbing out of her apartment balcony. The blue heroic bunny advances to the top as she jumps on other building rooftops. Starting her side mission as a comeback.






The End