[center][b]Hard Lessons About Adulting By: VeronicaFoxx For: Dreixes[/b][/center] "I wanna go [i]home[/i]," she'd said as soon as she could speak again after being tied up and punished for a full week while the [i]bitch[/i] had been visiting. The gator had just nodded and stared, with arms crossed over her chest. "That so? I figured ya might. How long?" The response had surprised the rabbit. It was as if Charlene expected her to come [i]back[/i], and after the way she'd been treated! Part of her wanted to stomp her feet and scream and wail and rage against the injustice of her all, but most of her still [i]ached[/i] from the punishment she'd received. Her poor pussy had been especially abused, and the latex covering still coated her insides. She'd tried masturbating just to see if she could, and she could barely feel anything except pain from the clit cap. It was unfair, completely and entirely unfair, but it made her worry what else the gator might do if pushed any further. If [i]this[/i] was what she did to someone who messed around with one of her fucktoys, Felicia could only begin to imagine what might happen if the alligator [i]really[/i] got mad. "I dunno. A week or two." "Alrighty then. Well, make sure ta give yer folks a hug from me. Wish I could offer 'em more'n that, especially after what they did for Shodan and April, but I know they ain't hurtin' fer anythin', so that should do 'em well enough." Charlene just... didn't seem to give a damn. It worried the rabbit. She had packed herself clothes for a few days, taken her VR helmet and gloves (the bare basics needed), bought a plane ticket, and then hired a car to take home. She [i]could[/i] have used one of the share-ride vehicles that stood ready outside the baggage claim, but she had never used one before; it was far simpler and more comfortable for her to call one of the driver services to have an actual person take her where she wanted to go. It cost more, but it was worth it purely for the comfort it provided. She had called her parents before her flight to let them know that she was coming home, and they had acted like it was only supposed to be a visit. She hadn't gotten a chance to explain further because they had to deal with patients, and Felicia's guts were twisting into knots as she sat staring out of the car window watching the asphalt stream by. It felt nice seeing the skyscrapers stream by, seeing the people wandering the streets, the fade of the office buildings into office parks into more residential areas as they moved out of the city and into the extended suburbs. It was several hours to get from the massive international airport to her family home in Augusta, and she took the opportunity to catch up on social media, seeing what her friends and siblings had been up to, putting out a few feelers to see what kind of parties might be happening soon, letting everyone know she was back in town. That got her a far more positive response. She had been with Charlene for several months, and she'd honestly forgotten about the people who had once filled her free time outside of gaming. It was a relief to get messages back from them welcoming her home and inviting her for various events. Augusta was a rich college town even now, and the kids who grew up there had little else to do. She looked forward to spending a night or two dancing her cares away and getting blitzed out of her mind. There were few things better to escape your woes than lots of alcohol and drugs and a hard, pounding beat that you could feel in your bones. She availed herself of the minibar, slowly working her way through the stock of tiny bottles. She was still slightly buzzed from the plane, but they only let you have so much, even in first class. Now, she had free reign. So she kept on chugging them down until her stomach started to complain, then curled up on the seat to nap until she got home. She found herself stumbling as she was helped from the vehicle and had to stop to vomit from the churning burn in her belly. Going sober for so long had apparently eliminated her tolerances, and she very much regretted having indulged herself so much. Thankfully, she could see familiar faces all around her, smell the scents of her family, and let herself drape across their helpful arms and shoulders. It wasn't the first time that she'd come home completely shitfaced, and she knew that they would handle the driver. She hoped that she hadn't made a mess in the car. She hoped that the world would stop spinning soon. She hoped that she didn't have a hangover when she woke up again. She hoped that they hadn't forgotten her or hated her because she hadn't kept in contact with them the way that she should have. She hoped, she hoped, she hoped... She woke up with a dry, sour-tasting mouth and a full bladder on the floor of a bathroom. She hastily slipped out of the fluffy robe that she'd been put in and hauled herself up onto the porcelain throne to make use of the facilities, feeling the urine burn with acid as it noisily filled the bowl beneath. The dim nightlight let her peer blearily around at the room. A bundle of towels lay at her feet, used to pillow her head. She could smell sour vomit coming from the mess splashed in the bathtub, and she was glad that she hadn't gotten it all over the place. She reached over to turn on the shower and wash out the tub, then flushed the toilet before climbing in to let the hot water cascade over her, turning her head up to rinse her mouth several times and giving herself a thorough wash. The drying booth afterwards hurt her ears with its high pitched whine, but she endured it for the sake of not having wet fur. Then she donned the robe once more, and slowly cranked the lighting up so that she could adjust to it at a reasonable pace instead of blinding herself with full brightness. She didn't recognize the decor of the bathroom. It was very definitely not the one she'd left behind when she had moved in with Charlene, but she hadn't really expected that. With so many kids and new ones almost always on the way, rooms got reassigned as soon as they were available in the family living quarters. She must be in one of the guest rooms. That was pretty well confirmed when she exited the bathroom to find a rather generic-looking room, much like a hotel, with a queen mattress, a desk and tv, and a few comfortable chairs to sit in. There were a dozen of the rooms made available for family members who came to visit, providing privacy and soundproofing against the rambunctious young. On the very rare occasion that a non-relative came to stay, more luxurious quarters were available. It made Felicia feel... strange. Wrong. Like she wasn't wanted here any more, like she didn't belong. Not even a half year ago, she would have been one of the ones waiting outside to greet or prank whoever had come to stay in this very room, excited to know what they had been doing in the outside world. She collapsed into one of the chairs and began to cry. It wasn't fair! None of it! She'd gone to stay with Charlene to fuck and have fun, to enjoy life before she had to actually think about living it, and it had all somehow gone wrong. It wasn't like she'd done anything really bad to Kaliya, hadn't really hurt the woman, just played a prank. Well, a few pranks. And she hadn't been really horrible to anyone else, just... just mean... Because she was Charlene's, they all listened to her, even when the gator didn't say that they should, even after she said that they didn't have to, even after she'd proven that she was just a fuckup who couldn't take anything seriously and didn't deserve any responsibility. And now she came home to find out that she wasn't even wanted [i]here[/i], and it was just too much... it was all too much... And she didn't deserve it. She shook off the tears, pushing away the sadness and the anger both. She was home, [i]home[/i], and she was going to throw herself into having fun, partying and cheering herself up, getting over her failure to strike out on her own (-ish), and working her way back towards the life she'd lived before she left. It was going to be fine. Everything was going to be fine. And when she decided to try again, she wouldn't be so quick to jump right into things. She'd just thought Charlene would be... fun... As she sorted through the drawers of the desk to find which of her clothes had been stashed where and got herself dressed, she had to admit that they [i]did[/i] have fun. Or they did before Kaliya visited. The gator had done just what she'd asked: broken her, abused her, and thoroughly satisfied her. She'd been after getting herself well-experienced by her first relationship, and even such a short time together had definitely done that. She felt like she could go into any other kind of sexual experience and really bring something to the party. At least once she got her parents to fix her. Before pulling on her panties, she couldn't help but flick a nail across the metal cap that covered her clit and finger the latex coating that coated the inside of her pussy. She would be very glad to be rid of those. She wore a tight halter top that accentuated her rather small breasts and let her nipples tent the fabric and a miniskirt that let her panties show beneath the hem. She'd always had an effeminate body, despite having been born with a cock and balls, though she'd never gotten much in the way of boobs. Some of her fully female siblings were rather gifted in that department, as rabbits tended to be, and maybe she could convince her mother to allow some augmentation in that department. It would be fun to go bra shopping and get some new tops. She checked herself over in the mirror, gave her fur a quick brushing to settle it and make sure she looked her best, then flung open the door to the room and prepared herself for the rush of her siblings. No one was there. The hall was empty. She could hear the usual low rumble coming from past the end of the guest section, but there was nobody waiting for her. It was daytime, obviously. There was sunlight coming through the windows, bright and yellow rather than the stark white of the security lights. People were awake, because she could hear the bubble of conversation, the tromp of feet running across the floor, but... but none of her siblings were there to make her feel welcome... Felicia very nearly slammed the door and went back to crying, but she fought that down and closed the door behind her as she stepped into the hall, determined to go make her presence felt instead of waiting on someone else to do it for her. She nearly left the key dangling from the doorknob on its lanyard. Very nearly. But she knew her old room would already be occupied, and she [i]did[/i] have to keep her things somewhere, even if she slept in a different bed. Plus some of the kids might try and mess with her stuff as a prank instead since they hadn't been waiting for her when she woke up. On second thought, she snatched it up and slipped it around her neck, tucking the key into her top. She purposefully put a bounce and sway into her step as she made her way towards the nearby wing where her littermates should be along with the other late teen/young adult bunnies. There were three wings for the kids: one for prepubescents, one for the tweens to late teens, and one for the ready-to-get-the-fuck-outs. Of course, not all of them got out, and there were a good few who were never-leavings, preferring the comforts of home to the uncertainty of trying to strike out on their own. The thing was, once you left, you weren't supposed to come back. Like in the case of Jessica. She'd left home at the age of sixteen, gotten herself into the really hard drugs, started doing porn, and then worse. She completely wasted her trust fund, but she wanted to maintain her lifestyle, so she had to do more and more extreme things to keep up her cashflow. It had started off with bdsm, bestiality, that kind of stuff. Then she'd moved into pred gore porn. Being able to come home for a month every year to get herself regenerated helped, but Felicia had taken a peek at some of her films. They were very, very real, and Jessica very definitely felt every last bit of what was done to her. She was... more or less [i]owned[/i] by a lioness, technically her manager, on the hook for millions that she would spend the rest of her life paying off. Despite the fact that their parents could easily pay off her debt, she wasn't allowed to stay. She had left and made her choices, and now she had to live with them. But certainly they wouldn't see things like that with Felicia. She was only technically an adult, obviously neither old enough nor experienced enough to really make life decisions with any kind of good judgement, and she hadn't set fire to her bank account either. She was still [i]able[/i] to live on her own, if she really wanted to, but she didn't want to. She'd even pay rent, get a job, whatever they wanted from her, just so long as they'd let her come home... The combined playroom for the latter two classes of siblings was as full as ever. It was the size of a school auditorium or gymnasium and setup like an arcade. There were also movie theaters on either side that played constantly, a snack bar filled with junk food, and soda dispensers. Alcohol had to be purchased outside the home with their own funds, but it was freely flowing as well. Non-medically prescribed drugs were [i]not[/i] allowed, though anything legal for an adult to purchase was tolerated so long as only the adults used them. And [i]this[/i] was where things finally started feeling right for her. Felicia got a few glances, a few waves, a casual greeting or seven, but it wasn't like she'd been gone for any prolonged period. It was like she'd just been out for the weekend, was an expected part of the crowd, was [i]supposed[/i] to be there. And she felt the tears threatening yet again, felt a clench in her chest that was all the more wrenching because of how welcome it was. "Hey, Felicia!" the eldest of the never-lefts called out as he caught sight of her. "Mom and dad wanted to talk with you when you got up. They said for you to ping 'em. They should be able to do lunch, since you woke up soon enough. Also, dude, take it easy on the booze until you get your tolerance back. It was cheaper to buy the fucking car than to pay for getting it cleaned. Why the hell did you drink [i]more[/i] after you had already puked twice?" She didn't remember it, but that certainly sounded enough like her for it to be the case. She offered him a shrug, then went over to the snack bar and mixed herself a vodka cocktail before using one of the many terminals to send her parents a short message that she was available. It took them less than a minute to respond, and they expected her for lunch in a little over an hour. It was just enough time to get herself a good buzz going so long as she took it easy, as had been suggested. She didn't want to barf in front of her mom and dad. Some of the younger adolescents were watching cartoons on a sofa, and she flopped herself down at one end, kicked her feet up on the table, and basked in the animated nonsense while inebriating herself at a moderate pace. The warmth spread through her pleasantly without creeping up into stomach-churning area or reaching anywhere near blackout, and she only refilled her drink twice before heading towards the private dining room where her parents usually had breakfast and lunch. They only shared dinner with the entire family once a week in the enormous dining hall that sat in the center of the three wings that housed their offspring. Rather than walk the entire distance, which she didn't quite feel up to, she borrowed one of the hoverboards that stood in a rack near the exit to the main house and glided her way down the familiar halls, leaving it outside her parents' apartment suite for one of the staff to collect later if she didn't use it to get herself back to the living quarters. The entrance parlour was empty, but that wasn't unexpected, so she passed on through to the terrace dining area. It overlooked the mansion grounds, shaded from sun and rain, with a good view of the giant fountain where peacock swans paddled around sedately. It was a comforting place, a place where she'd spent at least one meal a month for a private interview with her parents, sharing her dreams and hopes and aspirations and problems. They had a vast number of children, but they made sure that each and every one was personally known to them, that they felt their love and influence growing up. The serving staff were just setting down the salad bowls and filling the water glasses as she arrived, and she slumped into the seat across from her mother and father with a sigh of happy relief. Her mom was a creamy tan lop, her father a straight-eared checkered like herself, though her spots had more of her mother's coloration instead of his black. They all waited until the servants had politely withdrawn before serving themselves from the bowl of mixed greens, and her parents got right into it. "Welcome home, Felicia," her mother greeted, then followed it up with, "How long were you planning to stay?" The young bunny shrugged, picking out a few large springs of broccoli and adding croutons to her plate. "I think I'll wait until after college before I try that again. I don't think I was ready to be out there just yet. But, lesson learned, right?" Her father paused with the tongs half way to his plate and tucked his ears back as he eyed her with a stern look. "Felicia... you know that isn't how this works." "But..." She felt the tears rising up yet again, and this time she wasn't able to fight them back before they began to burn her eyes, immediately overflowing to run down her cheeks. "But... I'm just a kid, daddy! I... I wasn't ready... I was stupid... I made bad decisions. You... you have to! Please..." He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and set the utensils down, folding his hands on the tabletop and taking a lecturing tone. "We know that. We knew that before you left, and we [i]did[/i] say as much, but you were insistent, and you [i]are[/i] an adult in the eyes of the law even if you are most definitely not one by maturity. You are no longer our responsibility, and you knew the consequences of leaving before you had yourself [i]shipped[/i] to some woman you'd never even met in real life. Yes, David ratted you out. Virtual reality is all well and good, but you don't necessarily get the real person there. But you did it, against our advice, and now you're going to have to deal with what comes after. It isn't as if you weren't aware of the rules, Felicia. We love you, but part of that love means that we have to let you make your own mistakes and learn how to live in the real world once you decide to do so. And that means not letting you use us as a golden parachute the second that things get hard." She wanted to say something, to refute him, to plead, to [i]beg[/i], but her throat was clogged up by trapped sobs. She had to grit her teeth tightly to keep from having a complete breakdown in front of them, and her mother reached across the table to take her hand and pat it comfortingly, for as much good as that did. "Baby, listen," she said in a soothing tone, but she only ever spoke soothingly. "Charlene isn't mad at you any more, you know. She said you could come home when you're done with your visit. All's forgiven now that you've had your punishment. It's not like you've been abandoned or anything. You just had to learn one of the hard lessons about being an adult: everything you do has consequences, whether good or bad, and you have to live with them." "You... you know?!" Felicia whimpered, completely mortified. "How?" "Honey... did you think we stop caring about our kids when they move out? We keep track of everyone, even Jessica. If she ever asked us, we'd get her back on her feet, but she hasn't. Especially after what happened with that squirrel, we thought it was a good idea to get to know your friends. You could have done a [i]lot[/i] worse than Charlene. Did you know that she calls us every week since we got in touch to let us know how you're doing? I'd bet not, since you haven't seen fit to call your poor momma even [i]once[/i] since you moved out." The slightly plump matron shook her head in despair at the failings of young rabbits. "The point is, we [i]do[/i] know [i]all[/i] about what you've been up to, and we think she was remarkably fair with you. So, you can stay for a while, but then you need to go home. You can either admit that you did wrong, and kiss and make up, or you can throw a tantrum and move out. Whichever you choose, it's [i]your[/i] decision to make. We can help you find an apartment in town if that's what you want, but you can't stay here any more. We just don't have room, and you know it." Maybe it was the alcohol robbing her of what little self-control that she had, or maybe it was hearing it said aloud, but she finally broke down. She folded her arms across the table and laid her head atop them, letting the sobs take her and weeping out the horrible swell of emotion. She felt her parents come around to sit beside her, snuggled up against her sides to groom at her ears and stroke her back and hug her, but it was small comfort. She didn't want to be held. She wanted to be allowed to come [i]home[/i], but she knew that it was never going to happen. She was never going to be allowed to go back to the life she had known before the gator had taken her in, and that was just the way it was. When the tears had finally passed and she had wiped the snot from her nose and dried her eyes, she had one last question to ask. "Can you... can you fix me, at least?" "Mmmm, sorry, Felicia, but we can't yet," her father answered. "You may be legally an adult, but medically-speaking you still have a few years of growth before we can safely perform a regeneration. You'll have to wait at least another two years. Maybe by then, you'll have earned some clemency, but if you haven't, then we'll gladly do as you ask. It just wouldn't be safe to perform the procedure until then." She let out a despairing whine, but there was nothing else to be said. She had made her bed, and her parents were going to make sure that she slept in it. The rest of the meal passed far more calmly. Felicia remained mostly silent while her parents caught her up on the latest family news. She was too busy feeling sorry for herself to do much talking. Afterwards, she made her way back to her room and flopped onto the bed to stare at the ceiling, not wanting the company of her siblings though she did snag a pair of bottles to drown her sorrows in. Her phone chimed, and she saw that she had a message. It was from Charlene. She ignored it. Instead, she turned on the large television screen and hunted down the raunchiest, goriest, horrifyingest of Jessica's films that she could find. As she drank, she watched her sister being forced to run naked through a forest while a group of wolves chased her. The males had cattle prods in addition to their teeth and claws, and any time the rabbit stumbled or fell, they would shock and bite and scratch at her until she managed to get back to her feet and flee once more. The chase lasted for over half an hour, and she was dripping blood from dozens of small wounds by the time she finally collapsed completely, unable to even crawl. Then came the rapes and the torture. It must have been close to time for Jessica to visit home when the film was made, or her manager got her into a clinic for a session, because they were [i]not[/i] taking [i]any[/i] kind of care with her. They ripped out her front teeth so that they could fuck her throat without worrying about getting bitten. They yanked out her nails and broke her fingers. They knot-fucked her pussy and ass, tearing the swollen bulbs free and leaving her holes in bleeding shreds. It was two hours with twenty male wolves twice the rabbit's size fucking her every which way possible, beating and abusing her, and she was a barely-living pile of battered flesh and broken limbs by the end of it. And [i]then[/i] they started eating her. Felicia went to fetch a third bottle while they started biting off Jessica's digits, slowly working their way up her limbs and finishing up by burying their muzzles in her ripped open guts to devour her organs. And somehow she was still alive after that. She probably had some kind of life support implant, because she was still breathing, still writhing and whimpering. The wolves skinned what remained of her alive, and left her to die with the dirt burning her raw flesh. The film faded out on her hoarse screams, and the credits began to roll. More films had been released after that one, so Felica knew that she must have gotten medical attention quickly enough to keep her from [i]actually[/i] dying, or at least quick enough to revive her. Felicia was [i]very[/i] fucked up by that point, but she really didn't care. The end of the video recommended another of Jessica's films, a hardcore torture flick, and she went ahead and bought that one, too. It started off with the rabbit standing on a pair of thin wooden dowels with a noose around her neck, a spiked pole up her cunt, and her arms tied behind her back. Every now and then she would jump and scream as she was shocked by the pole, then have to try and get her balance back so that she didn't fall and end up hanging from the rope. Felicia skipped ahead to see how long that scene was, saw that it took over an hour before she ended up dangling, and decided to go get a few of her brothers to pass the time with. She was feeling the need for some physical abuse to go with the mental torment she was putting herself through, and a few of the males were of the less-than-kind variety when it came to sex. It didn't take much of her drunken babbling to convince them, and soon enough she was being railed from both ends in all three of her holes, very roughly fucked while they pinched and swatted and bit and beat her, heaping verbal denigration on top of it. In the meanwhile, the electric shocks being delivered to Jessica were added to by a weasel wielding a whip. She managed to slip off of the dowels within the first few strikes, and kept leaping off of them frequently afterwards, her paws flailing at the air until she managed to get them back onto the bits of wood and lift herself back up, leaving streaks of blood on the metal pole where it tore at her inner walls. After the tenth or so time of her falling, they paused in the whipping to drive nails through her feet, pinning them in place atop the dowels. Then they brought in two more males with whips to begin flaying her alive. That was about halfway through the film, and that was when her brothers decided to bring some "toys" into the mix. They weren't allowed to cause any permanent damage to anyone in the house, but they could do anything that was consented to aside from that, and Felicia consented. She wanted it. She deserved it. She wanted to be so bruised and battered that she couldn't walk, damaged on the outside the way she was on the inside. Maybe that would make it feel right. She was being viciously throatfucked with an extra-large horse cock dildo while one of her brothers paddled her poor pussy into hamburger meat when they started using baseball bats on Jessica. They broke both of her knees first, then started working their way up while she strangled and was slowly impaled by the spike in her cunt. It took a good twenty minutes. And it was about that time that Felicia lost track of things. It was just a mostly blank hole in her memory with brief flashes of pain and wretchedness, and she was unable to even get out of the bed in the morning. She asked for help with getting herself to the bathroom and had meals brought to her for the next few days, but she denied herself any pain relief medication. This was how things worked. She had made a decision, and now she had to live with the consequences of it. She had brought it on herself. And things could be much, much worse. She could have it as bad as Jessica. Charlene only wanted her to be nice to Kaliya and not act like an utter shithead, not to rape, torture, and eat her. Of course, well, she [i]did[/i] torture Felicia, but only because the bunny wanted it. She was feeling better by the fifth day of her visit, and she finally worked up the nerve to give Charlene a call. She hadn't answered any of the texts, but the gator hadn't done more than check in, and her tone was more hopeful than recriminating. "Hey, sweetheart, you doin' okay down there?" Charlene answered, and Felicia let out a soft sigh as she said the words that needed to be said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for fucking with Kaliya. I'm sorry for being a brat. I'm sorry for not taking my responsibilities seriously on the farm. I'm sorry for being a pain in the ass. And I'm sorry for running away from you. Do you still want me?" "Aw, hunny bunny, I never didn't. You comin' back home soon, or you gonna stay with yer fam fer a while?" "Do you mind if I come back at the end of next week? I... I wanna spend some more time catching up with everyone. If that's okay." "Yeah, of course, sweety, that's perfectly fine. Have some fun, baby girl, but at least send me a text every now and then, huh?" "Okay. I'm sorry." "You're forgiven, Foo Foo. Just don't make me worry." "Thanks... Talk to you later." They hung up, and Felicia sat staring at her phone for several long minutes before she said something that hadn't come past her lips before, but she was starting to feel for the first time. "Love you..." [center][b]The End[/b][/center]