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Light\nfrom the evening began to flow down from the small windows, the light of the day having faded\nas Monica’s steely focus rested momentarily on the corpse before her, thinking on how to work\non the little weasel.\n\nMoving away to get partially dressed for her work, the rabbit pulled on a pair of slim-\nfitting, black high heeled boots, sliding up to her knees with a satisfying rub against her fur. A\nwhite lab coat rolled over her shoulders, blood from her crimson coated paws staining it while it\nloosely folded over her front. Wheeling her cart of tools back over to the table holding the\nweasel, Monica let out a low churr of pleasure while looking at the heart resting on the cart. Dark\ngreen eyes fell onto Trace’s corpse again, looking across the sweetly exposed spine and cleanly\nsliced back. Accidentally stepping into a small pool of Trace’s last orgasm, the bunny huffed and\nlaughed softly before sitting down to face him. She squirmed a paw under his relaxed chin,\npulling him to face her with those pretty, lifeless green eyes.\n\n“You know, I didn’t even say how well you did, Trace.” Monica began her tender praise\nfor the weasel, “You took it well and made a rather big mess at the same time! In a good way, I\nmean. I swear, you-” She said with a jokey, yet accusing finger pressing up against his nose, “-\nyou had such a big orgasm, I just know your scent would linger in here for a month!” Monica\ncheered with a loving tone, leaning in and embracing his cooling lips with her own, pressing a\nsweet kiss onto the corpse.\n\nThe rather exposed bunny leaned away, buttoning the white lab coat up over her bare\nbody, huffing with the tightness it had against her somewhat plush chest. Grunting while leaning\nforward over the weasel, a slightly bloodied white paw grasped his rear roughly, teasing his body\nas her left hand brought a scalpel towards his open back.\n\n“T hope you don’t mind me talking while I work.” Monica whispered into his ear as the\npaw began to cut away flesh to expose the base and top of the spine and spinal cord. “It’s just\nnice talking to you, even if you’re... not able to respond.” She said with a slight lull, easing a\npaw around the spine, ensnaring it with fingers going through the empty belly, all organs having\nbeen cast aside while Trace was dying. “I don’t know, it’s just soothing for me.”\n\nAs the paw began to tug against the snaking spine, the other slowly prodded along his\ntaint and poking his empty balls. The last orgasm practically drained them, getting a warm smile\nfrom Monica while slightly squeezing them in her paw. A tiny, sadistic snicker came as she slid\nher grasp towards the limp dick, lightly thumbing the pre covered, blood gingerly coating the\n\fflaccid thing. The penis squished like a squirming fish, the final drops of the fresh orgasm\nsquirting out under the weasel and falling with a satisfying splash onto the floor.\n\nGasping softly with a little sigh following, Monica churred into Trace’s ear, lightly\nkissing it while taunting the dead weasel playfully. “You’re adorable, you know that? I got your\nspine in one hand and your dick in the other, and I can still squeeze out some of your sweet,\nsweet cum. Mhmm~ Gonna miss drinking that stuff right from the tap. Maybe...” the bunny\ntrailed off, leaning back from his head while taking another look at his crotch and rear. “Hmmm.\nI can probably turn your body into an adorable, little wine dispensary, if I want to. Might make\nyou harder to cuddle....” She trailed off, slowly turning all focus from the passing idea toward\nhis backbone once more.\n\nA simple cut came to sever the spine and spinal cord from the rest of his body, using a\npair of heavy-duty pliers to cut at the top and along the bottom, near skull and pelvis alike. The\nspinal fluid splashed idly over her paws and coat, wetting them both as the clear fluid subtly\ndiluted the blood. Satisfied, the spine was set aside onto the cart as Monica squirmed to get a\nlook into the empty cavity of Trace’s torso. Empty and ready to be filled with, well, whatever\ncould fit in his somewhat slim body! The ribcage would be a limiting factor, but was critical to\nstability while also being harder to replace than the spine.\n\nAlthough this wasn’t nearly the first time Monica butchered a loved one like this, tt was a\nbit more... conflicting, mainly due to the many ideas that could burn up and die off in a moment.\nSuch as the idea of turning him into a sort of cuddly doll conflicted with the idea of a little wine\ndispensary in his body, or a punching bag made of his flesh contrasting with wanting to love on\nhim. The bunny’s brain was racing while hands fondled Trace’s soft and supple body, running\nover each of those sexy curves. She leaned in, cupping his hips and shoulders, pulling the corpse\ninto her lap with a firm grasp.\n\n“Trace?” She cooed lustfully into his ear, a paw idly rubbing the dick half erect in her\ngrasp. “I wish I knew what to do with you~ You're honestly just a soft little weasel that I don’t\nwanna let go of. Maybe I should just stuff you nice and full of cuddly fluff? ’'m sure you'd love\nto be made into a cuddle-fuck-doll, whichever would come first.” She said in a sultry voice,\ngetting no response as the brown head lulled away from her, being pushed back into place with\none of her bloodied paws. Without the central support of the spine, the weasel’s body began to\ncollapse into itself. Plush, furred skin folded outward as the ribcage lowered, coming to rest on\nhis pelvis, setting Trace’s head just barely level with the bunny’s breasts.\n\nA little snicker came as Monica absently petted her toy’s head, cooing lightly while\nturning her attention towards the limp corpse of Alice. The red panda was rather untouched, save\nfor the two dried waterfalls of blood down her forearms. Easing the brown weasel off of her lap\nand onto a little tarp on the ground near her work bench, the bunny eased over to Alice witha\nsoft churring sound. The woman was sat up so properly; even dead in simple red lingerie, her\nform barely looking dead save for the cuts and the dull eyes. Slowly, with the steady hand of a\nsurgeon, Monica’s white glove like paws eased around Alice’s waist, hoisting the woman up\nclose to her as if to give her a hug after a long time apart.\n\fEmbracing the red panda would carry on for a moment or so as Monica playfully whirled\nAlice around the well-lit basement, the two pairs of high heels clicking in the sweet mess of\nTrace’s blood and the small pool of cum. As the pair got to the center of the room, Monica\nchuckled while pressing lustfully against Alice’s cool neck, churring while gently nipping at it\nthe way a lover would. With the loving, little dance coming to an end, the slightly bloody paws\nof Alice were hoisted up over her head and attached to chains to hold her corpse in place over a\ndrain. As both wrists were restrained and the red panda was hanging limply in a somewhat\npainful looking contortion. Monica eased herself around Alice’s body as her high heeled boot\nushered the cart of tools over to them from the messy workshop table.\n\n“Oh, Alice, I’m sorry for just leaving you there~ I got so caught up with Trace, I forgot to\ngive you attention, dear.” She churred into the dead woman’s ear, her white paw slowly slipping\ninto the red panties of Alice’s lingerie to rub and feel the soft lower lips of the suffocated partner.\n“Would a bit of... well, fun? Would some fun make it up to you?” The rabbit churred lustfully,\nwhispering then biting into Alice’s ear to barely leave a mark.\n\nWith a lack of a response, Monica slowly eased a bloody scalpel from the cart and\ncleaned it on her lab coat, whistling softly to herself. Slowly, the blade pressed into the back of\nAlice, cutting flesh over the spine as barely any blood came out of the drained red panda.\nBloodied white paws began the almost robotic motions of slightly tugging away organs and\nslashing the connections to the body. First came the two noodle-like intestines filled with the\nremains of Alice’s last meal, the large and small intestines flowing out like a grotesque river\npouring into an empty bucket. Then the other organs of the stomach area began to fall out with\nprecise and quick cuts; bladder, colon, kidneys, liver, and stomach, all equally fell away into the\nbucket to join the digestive organs.\n\nAttention steadily turned to the ribcage area of organs, a heated sigh of pleasure coming\nas Monica’s tool was discarded, a prodding hand easing up to the protective bone structure.\nFingers slowly wiggled in the still warm cavern in the body, running against sterile bone and\ntowards the important vitals: the heart and lungs. The part that was most exciting to Monica\nevery time it came, the bunny maw being pressed up close to Alice’s neck, sniffing and sighing\nwith pleasure while fingers began to trace arteries back towards the heart, pressing aside the\nlungs.\n\n“Alice~” Monica cooed in such a sexual lull that it almost seemed she was in an erotic\ndream-like state, “Your innards are still so warm. Nice and squishy, nice and warm. I could just\nhold your heart forever~” The bunny pressed against the red panda more, making the suspended\nbody lurch forward as chains restraining the wrists clinked softly in the mute room. The only\nother sound to accompany the clink was the heated churring and nuzzling of Monica, barely able\nto pull away from the corpse. Forcing herself back a step, the affectionate rabbit held Alice close,\npulling the red panda by the heart more into her warm grasp.\n\nSlowly, hesitantly, Monica’s fingers released the dripping heart and took up the tool once\nmore, placing it up towards the lungs. Cleaving away the not as attractive or poetic organs with a\nfew swift and decisive cuts, they fell down onto the fleshy pelvis with a satisfying squish.\n\fMonica knelt down to ease her head into the empty crevice, looking with those sweet green eyes\n\nat the entire expanse of the home of now missing organs. Sighing patiently, the bunny pressed up\nin the wet cavity, placing a gentle, loving kiss onto the heart which reacted with a little swinging\n\nin the crevice, slightly covering her white and brown rabbit’s face with drippy blood.\n\nEasing the tool in there with herself, the bunny began to cleave each and every artery\nattached to the still heart, freeing it from the prison of empty veins that didn’t deserve its poetic\nimportance. As the heart fell down into the waiting right hand of the bunny, Monica gasped as if\nshe was shocked as the weighty lump thing made contact with her, drawing her hand to lull down\nand out of the large gap, narrowly pressing past the spine. The red jewel was held before those\nlustful green eyes, the rabbit gasping lightly while shoving herself forward to kiss the surface of\nthe rapidly cooling heart. Blood coated her face with the slow and loving kiss, tongue even\nprodding in one of the jaggedly cut holes of where an artery would connect.\n\nAfter the quick little embrace bloodying up her maw, Monica set the heart aside next to\nTrace’s heart and began to unhook the red panda from the chains binding her to hang. The lighter\ncorpse, with the majority of organs missing, was easy to carry and transport to the little operation\ntable of sorts. Shoving the cart over to her back at the desk where it began with Trace’s sweet,\nlifeless body, Monica began to work swiftly on cleaning any cuts and repeating the process of\ncutting the spine out for the time being. Now, presented before the bloody and somewhat aroused\nbunny were two corpses, free to be filled with whatever fun little toy or even just simple stuffing!\nDark green eyes ran over the red and brown furred forms with a lust for ideas to put into action\non her two corpse-lover corpses.\n\nFor the time being, Monica would leave the basement in order to mull over what to do\nwith the pair of bodies. Admittedly, with doing this sort of nasty and horrific thing, a sort of\ndullness in the act began to slowly emerge with time. Happy, willing snuff sluts to love on, play\nwith, and experience before slipping them away into a happy and adorable doll collection\nbecame just a normal thing every year or so, but ideas always ran dry before you would ever\nknow it.\n\nWalking into the bathroom on the first floor, Monica huffed loudly while looking down\ninto the sink, washing the two differing bloods from her paws and face in a sort of dull,\nthoughtfully thoughtless moment. Perhaps just playing around with them without having to stress\non stuffing and creating them into more proper play things, taking the time to enjoy the velvet-\nesc furred corpses to hug, cuddle, and grope. Looking into the mirror, the bunny smiled at herself\nbefore taking a towel and cleaning up all the water and blood from the sink and her fluff, tossing\nthe now messy pinkish-white towel into the dirty laundry.\n\nThe little introspective moment did wonders for her as she stepped away back towards\nthe living room while eyeing the basement door. Sighing softly to herself, Monica grabbed an\nold burner phone from a little drawer in the side table; a little thing her and a cannibalistic\ncontact shared. Dialing the number of a wolf who deals with the organs that she has no real use\nfor, the bunny threw herself onto the faux-leather couch with a faint groan. Ringing, ringing, and\n\fnothing but a simple beep of leaving a message came, making the bunny roll her eyes with the\noverly cautious nature of her partner in dirty business.\n\n“Hi, Roxy, I hope you’re doing good. I got a little pickup that I just finished tonight.” The\nrabbit glanced aside, seeing the electric kitchen clock shining a 2:15am time, “Oh, well,\napparently more this morning, I guess? Lost track of time. I'll, uh, get it all together in a cooler\nlike usual. Saving those hearts for something later on, maybe over the summer? Just some little\ncute thing, like casting them in resin and making heart cups or glasses or whatever else. Oh, and\nbring some actual food, because I’m not eating liver again with you.” The steadily tiring rabbit\ngrew disinterested, muttering a little goodbye into the speaker with a yawn.\n\nThe phone was clicked closed as the tired rabbit huffed, throwing the silent thing away\ninto a little trashcan in the comer of the living room. Laying back and repositioning herself on\nthe couch, the lack of sleep for a full day began to take its toll on her, finally grasping at her\nmind and attempting to drag her into a world of cottony sleep. Groaning and turing onto her\nbelly, the mostly naked rabbit dug her face into the throw pillow of the couch, lightly sighing\nwhile allowing herself to rest her eyes, weakly attempting to kick off her high heeled boots with\nno avail. Sleep began to take her more and more rapidly as she laid on the couch, sighing\nlustfully while getting some shut eye and slipping off into a sweet and warm dream.\n\f","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Snuff-Story-Intermission
Nuzzled away within the cramped basement, five bright lights flared out over the
bloodied body of the cold weasel corpse, Monica observing her blank canvas of a body. The
brown bunny, bare and covered in blood, moved away from Trace’s corpse, which was laid face
down on the metal table in the back of a bloody workshop hidden within her basement. Light
from the evening began to flow down from the small windows, the light of the day having faded
as Monica’s steely focus rested momentarily on the corpse before her, thinking on how to work
on the little weasel.
Moving away to get partially dressed for her work, the rabbit pulled on a pair of slim-
fitting, black high heeled boots, sliding up to her knees with a satisfying rub against her fur. A
white lab coat rolled over her shoulders, blood from her crimson coated paws staining it while it
loosely folded over her front. Wheeling her cart of tools back over to the table holding the
weasel, Monica let out a low churr of pleasure while looking at the heart resting on the cart. Dark
green eyes fell onto Trace’s corpse again, looking across the sweetly exposed spine and cleanly
sliced back. Accidentally stepping into a small pool of Trace’s last orgasm, the bunny huffed and
laughed softly before sitting down to face him. She squirmed a paw under his relaxed chin,
pulling him to face her with those pretty, lifeless green eyes.
“You know, I didn’t even say how well you did, Trace.” Monica began her tender praise
for the weasel, “You took it well and made a rather big mess at the same time! In a good way, I
mean. I swear, you-” She said with a jokey, yet accusing finger pressing up against his nose, “-
you had such a big orgasm, I just know your scent would linger in here for a month!” Monica
cheered with a loving tone, leaning in and embracing his cooling lips with her own, pressing a
sweet kiss onto the corpse.
The rather exposed bunny leaned away, buttoning the white lab coat up over her bare
body, huffing with the tightness it had against her somewhat plush chest. Grunting while leaning
forward over the weasel, a slightly bloodied white paw grasped his rear roughly, teasing his body
as her left hand brought a scalpel towards his open back.
“T hope you don’t mind me talking while I work.” Monica whispered into his ear as the
paw began to cut away flesh to expose the base and top of the spine and spinal cord. “It’s just
nice talking to you, even if you’re... not able to respond.” She said with a slight lull, easing a
paw around the spine, ensnaring it with fingers going through the empty belly, all organs having
been cast aside while Trace was dying. “I don’t know, it’s just soothing for me.”
As the paw began to tug against the snaking spine, the other slowly prodded along his
taint and poking his empty balls. The last orgasm practically drained them, getting a warm smile
from Monica while slightly squeezing them in her paw. A tiny, sadistic snicker came as she slid
her grasp towards the limp dick, lightly thumbing the pre covered, blood gingerly coating the
\fflaccid thing. The penis squished like a squirming fish, the final drops of the fresh orgasm
squirting out under the weasel and falling with a satisfying splash onto the floor.
Gasping softly with a little sigh following, Monica churred into Trace’s ear, lightly
kissing it while taunting the dead weasel playfully. “You’re adorable, you know that? I got your
spine in one hand and your dick in the other, and I can still squeeze out some of your sweet,
sweet cum. Mhmm~ Gonna miss drinking that stuff right from the tap. Maybe...” the bunny
trailed off, leaning back from his head while taking another look at his crotch and rear. “Hmmm.
I can probably turn your body into an adorable, little wine dispensary, if I want to. Might make
you harder to cuddle....” She trailed off, slowly turning all focus from the passing idea toward
his backbone once more.
A simple cut came to sever the spine and spinal cord from the rest of his body, using a
pair of heavy-duty pliers to cut at the top and along the bottom, near skull and pelvis alike. The
spinal fluid splashed idly over her paws and coat, wetting them both as the clear fluid subtly
diluted the blood. Satisfied, the spine was set aside onto the cart as Monica squirmed to get a
look into the empty cavity of Trace’s torso. Empty and ready to be filled with, well, whatever
could fit in his somewhat slim body! The ribcage would be a limiting factor, but was critical to
stability while also being harder to replace than the spine.
Although this wasn’t nearly the first time Monica butchered a loved one like this, tt was a
bit more... conflicting, mainly due to the many ideas that could burn up and die off in a moment.
Such as the idea of turning him into a sort of cuddly doll conflicted with the idea of a little wine
dispensary in his body, or a punching bag made of his flesh contrasting with wanting to love on
him. The bunny’s brain was racing while hands fondled Trace’s soft and supple body, running
over each of those sexy curves. She leaned in, cupping his hips and shoulders, pulling the corpse
into her lap with a firm grasp.
“Trace?” She cooed lustfully into his ear, a paw idly rubbing the dick half erect in her
grasp. “I wish I knew what to do with you~ You're honestly just a soft little weasel that I don’t
wanna let go of. Maybe I should just stuff you nice and full of cuddly fluff? ’'m sure you'd love
to be made into a cuddle-fuck-doll, whichever would come first.” She said in a sultry voice,
getting no response as the brown head lulled away from her, being pushed back into place with
one of her bloodied paws. Without the central support of the spine, the weasel’s body began to
collapse into itself. Plush, furred skin folded outward as the ribcage lowered, coming to rest on
his pelvis, setting Trace’s head just barely level with the bunny’s breasts.
A little snicker came as Monica absently petted her toy’s head, cooing lightly while
turning her attention towards the limp corpse of Alice. The red panda was rather untouched, save
for the two dried waterfalls of blood down her forearms. Easing the brown weasel off of her lap
and onto a little tarp on the ground near her work bench, the bunny eased over to Alice witha
soft churring sound. The woman was sat up so properly; even dead in simple red lingerie, her
form barely looking dead save for the cuts and the dull eyes. Slowly, with the steady hand of a
surgeon, Monica’s white glove like paws eased around Alice’s waist, hoisting the woman up
close to her as if to give her a hug after a long time apart.
\fEmbracing the red panda would carry on for a moment or so as Monica playfully whirled
Alice around the well-lit basement, the two pairs of high heels clicking in the sweet mess of
Trace’s blood and the small pool of cum. As the pair got to the center of the room, Monica
chuckled while pressing lustfully against Alice’s cool neck, churring while gently nipping at it
the way a lover would. With the loving, little dance coming to an end, the slightly bloody paws
of Alice were hoisted up over her head and attached to chains to hold her corpse in place over a
drain. As both wrists were restrained and the red panda was hanging limply in a somewhat
painful looking contortion. Monica eased herself around Alice’s body as her high heeled boot
ushered the cart of tools over to them from the messy workshop table.
“Oh, Alice, I’m sorry for just leaving you there~ I got so caught up with Trace, I forgot to
give you attention, dear.” She churred into the dead woman’s ear, her white paw slowly slipping
into the red panties of Alice’s lingerie to rub and feel the soft lower lips of the suffocated partner.
“Would a bit of... well, fun? Would some fun make it up to you?” The rabbit churred lustfully,
whispering then biting into Alice’s ear to barely leave a mark.
With a lack of a response, Monica slowly eased a bloody scalpel from the cart and
cleaned it on her lab coat, whistling softly to herself. Slowly, the blade pressed into the back of
Alice, cutting flesh over the spine as barely any blood came out of the drained red panda.
Bloodied white paws began the almost robotic motions of slightly tugging away organs and
slashing the connections to the body. First came the two noodle-like intestines filled with the
remains of Alice’s last meal, the large and small intestines flowing out like a grotesque river
pouring into an empty bucket. Then the other organs of the stomach area began to fall out with
precise and quick cuts; bladder, colon, kidneys, liver, and stomach, all equally fell away into the
bucket to join the digestive organs.
Attention steadily turned to the ribcage area of organs, a heated sigh of pleasure coming
as Monica’s tool was discarded, a prodding hand easing up to the protective bone structure.
Fingers slowly wiggled in the still warm cavern in the body, running against sterile bone and
towards the important vitals: the heart and lungs. The part that was most exciting to Monica
every time it came, the bunny maw being pressed up close to Alice’s neck, sniffing and sighing
with pleasure while fingers began to trace arteries back towards the heart, pressing aside the
lungs.
“Alice~” Monica cooed in such a sexual lull that it almost seemed she was in an erotic
dream-like state, “Your innards are still so warm. Nice and squishy, nice and warm. I could just
hold your heart forever~” The bunny pressed against the red panda more, making the suspended
body lurch forward as chains restraining the wrists clinked softly in the mute room. The only
other sound to accompany the clink was the heated churring and nuzzling of Monica, barely able
to pull away from the corpse. Forcing herself back a step, the affectionate rabbit held Alice close,
pulling the red panda by the heart more into her warm grasp.
Slowly, hesitantly, Monica’s fingers released the dripping heart and took up the tool once
more, placing it up towards the lungs. Cleaving away the not as attractive or poetic organs with a
few swift and decisive cuts, they fell down onto the fleshy pelvis with a satisfying squish.
\fMonica knelt down to ease her head into the empty crevice, looking with those sweet green eyes
at the entire expanse of the home of now missing organs. Sighing patiently, the bunny pressed up
in the wet cavity, placing a gentle, loving kiss onto the heart which reacted with a little swinging
in the crevice, slightly covering her white and brown rabbit’s face with drippy blood.
Easing the tool in there with herself, the bunny began to cleave each and every artery
attached to the still heart, freeing it from the prison of empty veins that didn’t deserve its poetic
importance. As the heart fell down into the waiting right hand of the bunny, Monica gasped as if
she was shocked as the weighty lump thing made contact with her, drawing her hand to lull down
and out of the large gap, narrowly pressing past the spine. The red jewel was held before those
lustful green eyes, the rabbit gasping lightly while shoving herself forward to kiss the surface of
the rapidly cooling heart. Blood coated her face with the slow and loving kiss, tongue even
prodding in one of the jaggedly cut holes of where an artery would connect.
After the quick little embrace bloodying up her maw, Monica set the heart aside next to
Trace’s heart and began to unhook the red panda from the chains binding her to hang. The lighter
corpse, with the majority of organs missing, was easy to carry and transport to the little operation
table of sorts. Shoving the cart over to her back at the desk where it began with Trace’s sweet,
lifeless body, Monica began to work swiftly on cleaning any cuts and repeating the process of
cutting the spine out for the time being. Now, presented before the bloody and somewhat aroused
bunny were two corpses, free to be filled with whatever fun little toy or even just simple stuffing!
Dark green eyes ran over the red and brown furred forms with a lust for ideas to put into action
on her two corpse-lover corpses.
For the time being, Monica would leave the basement in order to mull over what to do
with the pair of bodies. Admittedly, with doing this sort of nasty and horrific thing, a sort of
dullness in the act began to slowly emerge with time. Happy, willing snuff sluts to love on, play
with, and experience before slipping them away into a happy and adorable doll collection
became just a normal thing every year or so, but ideas always ran dry before you would ever
know it.
Walking into the bathroom on the first floor, Monica huffed loudly while looking down
into the sink, washing the two differing bloods from her paws and face in a sort of dull,
thoughtfully thoughtless moment. Perhaps just playing around with them without having to stress
on stuffing and creating them into more proper play things, taking the time to enjoy the velvet-
esc furred corpses to hug, cuddle, and grope. Looking into the mirror, the bunny smiled at herself
before taking a towel and cleaning up all the water and blood from the sink and her fluff, tossing
the now messy pinkish-white towel into the dirty laundry.
The little introspective moment did wonders for her as she stepped away back towards
the living room while eyeing the basement door. Sighing softly to herself, Monica grabbed an
old burner phone from a little drawer in the side table; a little thing her and a cannibalistic
contact shared. Dialing the number of a wolf who deals with the organs that she has no real use
for, the bunny threw herself onto the faux-leather couch with a faint groan. Ringing, ringing, and
\fnothing but a simple beep of leaving a message came, making the bunny roll her eyes with the
overly cautious nature of her partner in dirty business.
“Hi, Roxy, I hope you’re doing good. I got a little pickup that I just finished tonight.” The
rabbit glanced aside, seeing the electric kitchen clock shining a 2:15am time, “Oh, well,
apparently more this morning, I guess? Lost track of time. I'll, uh, get it all together in a cooler
like usual. Saving those hearts for something later on, maybe over the summer? Just some little
cute thing, like casting them in resin and making heart cups or glasses or whatever else. Oh, and
bring some actual food, because I’m not eating liver again with you.” The steadily tiring rabbit
grew disinterested, muttering a little goodbye into the speaker with a yawn.
The phone was clicked closed as the tired rabbit huffed, throwing the silent thing away
into a little trashcan in the comer of the living room. Laying back and repositioning herself on
the couch, the lack of sleep for a full day began to take its toll on her, finally grasping at her
mind and attempting to drag her into a world of cottony sleep. Groaning and turing onto her
belly, the mostly naked rabbit dug her face into the throw pillow of the couch, lightly sighing
while allowing herself to rest her eyes, weakly attempting to kick off her high heeled boots with
no avail. Sleep began to take her more and more rapidly as she laid on the couch, sighing
lustfully while getting some shut eye and slipping off into a sweet and warm dream.
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