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", "writing": "“Art is truth. It shows your innermost feelings, your thoughts, desires and fears. It is also communication. A single picture is worth a thousand words and can tell you more about something than pages could in a second. Art is both painful and beautiful. Capable of showing the birth of nations and the death of galaxies.”\n\nStanding at the front of a classroom Rosey spoke loudly and with passion but stopped as one of her many students raised a hand. Pointing to them she watched as the young student stood up.\n\n“What’s death?” \n\nA little kid asked. \n\n“Something you will learn when you're older.”\n\n“The headmaster said you're not supposed to teach us things like that anymore.”\n\n“I know, I know. How about you all get to drawing then.”\n\nThe classroom of bored faces and half asleep kids all perked up at once. As they rushed to grab finger paints, gel pens and construction paper Rosey sat herself at her desk. She looked out of the window at the sunny grass blowing in the wind and the vibrant blue skies, as picturesque of a day as any artist could want. But she still had art class to teach. Opening up a drawer in her desk she took out a water bottle full of wine, took a few gulps, and then laid her head down for a quick nap. \n\nBy the time she woke up the class was practically over. The entire room left in a state of messy chaos as kids ran about covered in paint and glue and god knows what else. Not that she cared. Her time was almost up which meant that the next teacher could have the pleasure of cleaning.\n\nAfter hanging up all the abominations of paint, paper and glue to dry Rosey bid the kids a half hearted goodbye and quickly left. A few words were given to the lady at the reception desk so that they knew she was leaving but she did not even stop to hear the reply.\n\nStepping out into the warm, refreshing, summer air she took in a deep breath and continued down to the bus stop that sat just outside of school. Sitting on the plastic bench Rosey tapped her fingers and foot alike impatiently. Her tipsy dream from before had finally given some inspiration to work from and on a day as nice as this she could not help but get lost imagining herself painting in the golden fields that grew next to her countryside home.\n\nUnfortunately the bus was as late as ever and the ride home just as long and slow as always but soon enough she got back to her little house. Running inside she tossed her purse onto the shoe rack and went straight for her art supplies that sat all over the living room. The canvas and oil paints went straight into a carrying bag while the easel took her awhile to find. The answer to why it was hidden in the bathroom only known to drunk Rosey who often liked to rearrange the house. \n\nWith everything ready she burst out the backdoor and broke into a run down the length of the garden path, before coming to a stop at the old wooden fence. Shielding her tired eyes from the rays of the sun Rosey gazed around for a spot to set up her easel. To the south was the road and some meadows, to the east the rest of the lane as well as a forest at the end. That just left the golden fields that wrapped around the whole north end. \n\nGoing to the gate she grabbed the rusty latch and gave it a few shakes but it refused to open. Rosey sighed. Quickly she looked around for anyone watching before giving it a swift kick. The gate creaked and groaned as it swung wide open. She stood there for a moment looking at the gate, the rust, the old brown paint that was worn down to nearly nothing. Shaking her head clear of thoughts she adjusted the easel under her arm and continued on.\n\nHer artistic journey did not last all that long as she came to a stop on a nearby hill that overlooked part of the lane, and her own house. It was a nice view though. The golden fields in the foreground, the meadows and woods in the background, and her house in the middle of the frame. As if caught between… something and something else. Yeah, that sounded about right to Rosey. It sounded artistic enough at least.\n\nAfter unfolding the heavy easel she planted it down into the long grass before looking between it and the view. Picking it up she moved it a little to the right. And then back a little to the left. With that sorted she put her bag down and began to go through the many colors of paint. There was going to be some blue and yellow, lovely for contrasts, as well as some green for the grass and brown for the houses. With all that ready Rosey got out a small pencil and began to lightly trace the scene in front of her onto the canvas. Once everything was in place she reached back into the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. Popping the top of it with her teeth she took a sip before letting out a content sigh. Putting the bottle down on the ground she took the paint and began to mix different amounts together on a spotless palette. This was nice. The sun and fresh air. Coming to a stop she rubbed her eyes for a second before continuing to mix up the colors she wanted. \n\nShe dabbed the paintbrush onto the well mixed paints, raised it up towards the canvas, and started to fill in the large stretches of landscape as a small smile formed. Once the large blocks of color were done she began to color in some of the smaller details such as the nice trees and her little cottage, only for a few drops of rain to land on her canvas. \n\nRosey could only stare up at the sky as the heavens erupted and a torrent of rain washed her well mixed palette of colors away. The canvas was already soaked and soon would be ruined too. Dropping her brush and palette to the ground she kicked the easel clear down the hill before stomping around in a little circle. \n\nSnatching her bottle from the ground she threw her head back and drank down most of it before running out of breath. Swirling what was left around she took hold of it firmly and threw it into the fields before letting out a loud and annoyed scream at the clouds. It did not make her feel any better. Just more tired. Throwing everything into her bag she picked up the easel from the bottom of the hill and headed back to her garden where she threw the soaked canvas and easel into the shed.\n\n“You can live here with everything else I don’t use.” \n\nRosey slammed the shed closed and went to the backdoor but found it locked. In all the rush of leaving she had forgotten that the old door locks itself when slammed shut. Once more she let out an annoyed groan before heading around the house to the front door. \n\n“Howdy neighbor!” \n\nRosey jumped a foot off the ground as a loud squeaky voice cut through the pouring rain. \n\n“Just moved in and was wondering if you got a few pounds of sugar to spare?”\n\nSpinning on her heels she found a short, strangely adorable, pink rabbit staring up at her with a wide smile. In one hand he held a small measuring cup slowly filling up with rainwater. \n\n“I am not in the mood, Parsnips.” \n\nLeaving him in the rain she went through her front door and slammed it behind her. Going into the living room she threw her bag onto the sofa before sitting down herself. After rubbing her cold hands together she pulled at her wet clothes and groaned. Pulling her top off she threw it onto the ground before getting up and removing her pants as well. After shaking some of the rain from her long ears she left the living room and went across the hall to the bathroom. \n\nGrabbing the plug from the sink she put it into the bath before turning on the hot and cold water in just the right amounts. While waiting for it to fill up she went over to the cabinet next to the toilet and pulled open one of the lower doors to find several small bottles of wine. \n\n“Where did the big ones go…” \n\nGrabbing one of the small ones she cracked it open and took a mouthful before smacking her lips. Turning it around she looked over the back of it, the bottom, the neck and everywhere else before shrugging and drinking some more of it. Returning to the living room she sat on the couch for a moment and scratched her ears before drinking the rest. Tossing it onto the table she got up and went to the kitchen for more. Throwing open the double doors of her pantry she looked over the hundred or so bottles lining the shelves before picking one at random.\n\nAfter taking a few more swigs she returned to the living room and just barely managed to not stumble into the coffee table while making her way to the bathroom. With the tub now filled the air felt hot, humid, and welcoming to Rosey. Slipping her underwear off she slowly stepped into the tub and let out a coo as she sank into the water. \n\nIt was quiet. The small one bedroom cottage feeling cavernous as only the sound of water dripping from the faucet could be heard echoing off the walls. Even the rain had faded into the background. Closing her eyes for a moment, Rosey felt like she was floating in a hot and infinite ocean. The large tub did not help either as it allowed her to stretch out just enough to feel like there were no edges to it. A small sigh escaped her lips as stress left her but in it’s place a familiar loneliness crept inside. Her eyes opened. The faded wooden ceiling pulling her back to the reality of her quiet life in this old cottage. \n\nPulling herself upright she looked to the row of shampoo bottles and fur cleaners that filled up the small nook in the wall. From one to another her eyes moved before finally she reached over and slipped her hand behind them to take hold of her choice. A pink, water proof, vibrator. Bringing the bottle over she drank heavily from it before turning the vibrator on and sliding herself back down into the water.\n\n“Found you!” \n\nParsnips called out. \n\nRosey groaned for several long seconds before slipping herself an inch more into the water. She watched through the shower curtain as he bounced into the room and sat himself down on the closed toilet. \n\n“You would not believe the day I have had so far...”\n\nParsnip spoke casually, clearly and with great focus but every word was unneeded and every topic random. He spoke of his morning and his baking experiments in one uninterrupted sentence and his adventures collecting flowers down by the creek in another. Rosey did not interrupt him though or make any attempt to shoo him away. Eventually Rosey returned the half full bottle to her lips to help her already spinning mind fall deeper into drunkenness and as soon as she felt like she was floating on a warm cloud she turned the vibrator up a few more notches. \n\nThe water made it hard to move her hand back and forth but it also forced her to take her time and enjoy things more. Parsnips was loud and a constant buzz of words but at least the house did not feel quite as empty now. As her arm got tired of fighting the resistance of the water she switched them around, taking the bottle in one and slipping the other into the water to continue her relaxation. It was for a short while almost pleasant but with the heat of the water helping to speed up her intoxication it was not long before her arousal gave way to tiredness. Close to release but too far to reach in her current state. \n\nTurning off the vibrator Rosey returned it to the nook in the wall before turning her attention to Parsnips. What excuse would work on him, what could get him out of the room at least. She took a few sips of the wine before letting out a long sigh. \n\n“C-can you get me… my eh, the slip-ppers?” \n\n“Can do neighbor!”\n\nAs soon as he trotted out of the room Rosey began the long and difficult process of getting out of the bath without breaking her own neck. Something she had a lot of experience with at least. First she put the bottle down on the floor so she had both hands free. Then she pushed the shower curtain aside and next she took a hard grip on both sides of the bath before slowly standing up. The whole room spun and it took her a minute to step out of the bath but at least she did not slip. \n\nPicking up her panties she tossed them, the beret she always wore, and the now wet black silk choker, into the laundry basket before going to the radiator rack for new clothes. There were several berets, a couple dried chokers and a single wooly sweater though. Shrugging Rosey put them on before giving herself a look over. The sweater was just long enough that it covered everything and to drunk Rosey that was more than good enough. \n\nLeaving the bathroom she stumbled her way into the living room before downing the last drops of the wine and tossing the bottle onto the table with the others. Sitting down roughly onto the sofa she threw her head back and yawned, then hiccuped, before finally rubbing her pussy a little. Hearing Parsnips coming down the stairs though she had to pull her hand away. Swinging her head forward she reached down under the sofa and pulled out another bottle of wine, although this one had already been opened and half drank. \n\n“I found them! They were hiding in the back of your closet.” \n\nRosey turned to look at Parsnisp as he skipped into the room and offered the fuzzy slippers to her. Taking them from him she tossed them behind her where they hit the wall and fell behind the sofa with so many other lost objects. Parsnips was unfazed and simply began to laugh as if she had told a great joke. Once he was done he stepped over and sat himself down on the other end of the sofa. His large and adorable eyes staring at her for one reason or another. Rosey took a few sips before turning to look at him as well. Her staring was simple confusion. Unsure if those pink marks on his cheeks were make up, natural blush, or fur markings. I mean really, it was like something from a comic book for when you want to make a character look all cute and innocent.\n\n“Oh I just remembered! I came over to ask if you wanted to have a tea party!” \n\nRosey squinted at him. Rolling the idea over in her head a few times she decided to down most of what was left in the bottle before coming to a decision. \n\n“Fuk et.” She shrugged. \n\nRosey pulled herself off the sofa with some difficulty before stumbling around in a small circle. When the room finally stopped spinning as fast she followed Parsnips out of her house and across the way to where his own small cottage sat. She could not remember what the inside looked like at all but as soon as he opened the door and she got a face full of sugary, hot, air some pieces started to come together. \n\nHis wallpaper was all brightly colored hearts and the entrance to his house had a framed picture of his house deed. Why would you frame your house deed like that? The carpet was pink as well and so thick Rosey sank into it with every step. Reaching his living room she found a small round table waiting for her with two tiny chairs and a plate of suspiciously fresh cookies. Sitting herself down on one of the chairs she found it to be about two sizes too small for her but she did not care at this point. \n\n“Tea?” \n\n“Naa.”\n\nRosey took the flowery cup from the table and poured some wine into it instead. Parsnips just smiled at the sight, no doubt happy to have someone over for tea even if they did not want any. While he began to talk on and on about more of his day or drawing or some kind of nonsense Rosey could not help but be distracted by his home. There was something unsettling about it. A sofa, a tea table, a bookcase with brightly colored books, it was all too clean and soft and cutesy. Nobody cleans the whole house every day, she sure as hell didn’t. \n\n“I will get more tea!” \n\nRosey blinked in reply, not sure how long she had been sitting there staring at the carpet. While he was gone she dragged her fingers across that thick, pink, carpet and sniffed them to find a musky sort of smell. Ah, so the house was not clean it was just tidy. The many hours of baking every day adding enough sweet fragrance to hide the musky male smells that clung to every object of his home. Rosey rubbed her fingers together and sniffed them again.\n\nGetting out of the chair she knelt down on the floor and lifted the back of her sweater up so that it hooked over her tail. A small blush burned strongly on her face as she quickly looked towards the door and then back to the bottle in her hand. Cracking it open she took a deep breath and began to down it all. Her stomach grew hot as the lights of the room blurred and began to dim. Putting her head down onto the soft carpet she breathed in one last breath before falling into a deep and drunken sleep. \n\nHours passed by. And hours more. In the endless spinning void of consciousness Rosey fell until finally her dry eyes cracked open. The alarm clock was sharp and screaming at her, every note bouncing off her long ears and jabbing into her brain. Rolling over she smashed her hand down on it before freezing in sudden pain. Curling up with a soft pillow she let out a long groan. It felt like someone had used her stomach as a punching bag. The more she lay there the worse she felt as well. Her throat was both dry and sticky at the same time, her legs and arms both ached greatly and her brain felt like it was boiling in its own mistakes. \n\nRolling around in her bed a few times she let out a groan and reached over to the bedside cabinet. Pulling open the drawer she pulled a box of aspirin and shook it, before instantly regretting it for how painful the noise was. Tearing open the cardboard she got out three small pills. After throwing the box back into the drawer with the rest Rosey then swung a leg out of bed and slowly slid her way out from the covers. Only to fall straight onto the floor and let out a long groan. Slowly she crawled from the bedroom over to the conjoined bathroom before finding a spot in the shower to sit. Popping the pills into her mouth she turned on the water and let it fill her mouth enough to at least be able to swallow. Leaning onto the cold tiles Rosey looked at herself in the reflection. Thick purple bags under her eyes, rough unkempt fur that never had seen a spa day. A skinny body that was slowly withering away. Pulling her gaze away from herself she took a moment to take off her clothes and throw them out of the door before returning to her spot in the corner. \n\nAs the water washed away the dirt and various stains of yesterday her mind attempted to make sense of the scattered memories slowly coming back to her. The heavy amount of wine was pretty normal, as was her time in the bath, but then there came Parsnips. He did love to pop up at random times and bug her about something or another but this was the first time in what felt like forever that she had agreed to come over to his place. It was not like she suddenly now loved him or anything, no, just a bit too much wine and a little too much boredom was all. She smiled slightly as she remembered some of the other crazy situations she had gotten herself into over the years due to her heavy drinking. Now those were pretty fun times. Less gross as well.\n\nGrabbing the handrail tightly Rosey let out a long groan as she slowly stood up off the floor. A few more groans and gasps later and she was standing upright again. Letting out a yawn she grabbed the single bottle of shower gel and started to give herself a quick once over, only to find that she had several muddy patches all along the hard to reach parts of her back. \n\n“Really, that’s how he got me home. What kind of…”\n\nRosey muttered as she twisted her sore body here and there to try and clean herself. It was frustrating and took a long time but finally she was clean. Leaving the shower she left the moist clothes on the floor in order to get herself dressed first. That is, until the heat of the shower wore off and newfound pains hit her. With little energy left rosey just threw on a pair of socks and an old loose T-shirt, enough to keep her warm and covered. \n\nSnatching up her moist clothes she slowly made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Dumping them into the laundry with all the others she took a moment to consider putting them into the washing machine but such heavy lifting sounded terrible right now. Stretching her arms out wide she rotated them around and twisted her neck a few times to try and loosen up. It did not do much. Suddenly her stomach let out a loud grumble and all at once she remembered how hungry she was. \n\nThe fridge was pretty empty. It had been a while since she had last done any proper shopping after all. Sitting in the middle of the fridge however was something new. A large glass filled with what looked like a smoothie or milkshake, and next to it was a whole notepad. Taking both she skimmed over the first page of the notepad before tossing it onto the kitchen table. It was too early to go read a dozen pages of nonsense. \n\nAfter one last stop at the freezer to get an ice pack for her throbbing head Rosey finally made it to the living room. Planting herself onto the sofa she got herself as comfortable as her body would allow. Stirring the smoothie with a thick straw she slowly put it to her lips and gave it a sip. Odd. Kind of sweet and more of a milkshake than anything but the taste was downright bizarre. Sipping a bit more though Rosey quickly stopped caring about the taste as the ice cold drink did wonders at soothing her head and various aches alike. \n\n“I suppose this makes up for last night… Wonder if he would want a painting in return.”\n\nRosey looked to the drying rack in the corner of the room which was filled with a dozen pieces of paper. Sales had been very slow recently and Parsnips seemed about dumb enough to buy something for more than it was worth. On any other day she would not have thought twice about doing that as well but for some reason it did not sit right with her anymore. Maybe because he had at least taken her home and made her something nice for when she woke up. That was more thoughtful than the last person she had spent the night with. \n\nGazing around the empty, messy, room Rosey suddenly felt lonely again. You would think with a small town and a little cozy lane everybody would be friends with everybody else but no, in Bluefield it was more common to stick to yourself. Only those who worked or studied together became close friends. Everybody else was too busy doing their own thing. Rosey sighed. As much as she loved to blame everybody else it was not like she was any better in that regard. Thinking back on her time living here she had spent far too many days hiding away in her home instead of going out and attempting to find others with similar interests. Like Parsnips. He did draw, just with crayons. He also made good cakes and apparently a fantastic milkshake too.\n\nWith the milkshake finished and her head no longer hurting Rosey let out a pleasant sigh. She hated to admit it but while Parsnips would not normally be her type, he was super cute, and surprisingly good in bed. At least, based on what fragments of last night she could remember between passing out a dozen times and getting her kidneys rearranged. \n\n“Ok fine, you win drunk Rosey. I will give him a chance.” \n\nReturning to the kitchen Rosey put the glass into the cluttered sink before turning her eyes to the notepad on the table. Picking it up she read through the messy rambling of the first page before flipping over to the second, and then the third. It was on the 5th she realized what the milkshake was made from. After gagging for several minutes she flicked through the other 15 pages quickly before tossing the notepad into the trash. What small amount of patience she had for Parsnips had already faded but she was not mad. It is hard to be mad when you know exactly what is going to happen and you still do it anyway. \n\nAfter putting on some panties she realized that her favorite sweater and beret were both not anywhere to be found. Which meant that Parsnips dragged her home naked… Just imagining it made her annoyed. After getting her slippers from behind the sofa she left her house and marched across the way to his.\n\n“Parsnips?”\n\nShe shouted while banging on his door. \n\n“We need to talk!” ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Art is truth. It shows your innermost feelings, your thoughts, desires and fears. It is also communication. A single picture is worth a thousand words and can tell you more about something than pages could in a second. Art is both painful and beautiful. Capable of showing the birth of nations and the death of galaxies.”

Standing at the front of a classroom Rosey spoke loudly and with passion but stopped as one of her many students raised a hand. Pointing to them she watched as the young student stood up.

“What’s death?”

A little kid asked.

“Something you will learn when you're older.”

“The headmaster said you're not supposed to teach us things like that anymore.”

“I know, I know. How about you all get to drawing then.”

The classroom of bored faces and half asleep kids all perked up at once. As they rushed to grab finger paints, gel pens and construction paper Rosey sat herself at her desk. She looked out of the window at the sunny grass blowing in the wind and the vibrant blue skies, as picturesque of a day as any artist could want. But she still had art class to teach. Opening up a drawer in her desk she took out a water bottle full of wine, took a few gulps, and then laid her head down for a quick nap.

By the time she woke up the class was practically over. The entire room left in a state of messy chaos as kids ran about covered in paint and glue and god knows what else. Not that she cared. Her time was almost up which meant that the next teacher could have the pleasure of cleaning.

After hanging up all the abominations of paint, paper and glue to dry Rosey bid the kids a half hearted goodbye and quickly left. A few words were given to the lady at the reception desk so that they knew she was leaving but she did not even stop to hear the reply.

Stepping out into the warm, refreshing, summer air she took in a deep breath and continued down to the bus stop that sat just outside of school. Sitting on the plastic bench Rosey tapped her fingers and foot alike impatiently. Her tipsy dream from before had finally given some inspiration to work from and on a day as nice as this she could not help but get lost imagining herself painting in the golden fields that grew next to her countryside home.

Unfortunately the bus was as late as ever and the ride home just as long and slow as always but soon enough she got back to her little house. Running inside she tossed her purse onto the shoe rack and went straight for her art supplies that sat all over the living room. The canvas and oil paints went straight into a carrying bag while the easel took her awhile to find. The answer to why it was hidden in the bathroom only known to drunk Rosey who often liked to rearrange the house.

With everything ready she burst out the backdoor and broke into a run down the length of the garden path, before coming to a stop at the old wooden fence. Shielding her tired eyes from the rays of the sun Rosey gazed around for a spot to set up her easel. To the south was the road and some meadows, to the east the rest of the lane as well as a forest at the end. That just left the golden fields that wrapped around the whole north end.

Going to the gate she grabbed the rusty latch and gave it a few shakes but it refused to open. Rosey sighed. Quickly she looked around for anyone watching before giving it a swift kick. The gate creaked and groaned as it swung wide open. She stood there for a moment looking at the gate, the rust, the old brown paint that was worn down to nearly nothing. Shaking her head clear of thoughts she adjusted the easel under her arm and continued on.

Her artistic journey did not last all that long as she came to a stop on a nearby hill that overlooked part of the lane, and her own house. It was a nice view though. The golden fields in the foreground, the meadows and woods in the background, and her house in the middle of the frame. As if caught between… something and something else. Yeah, that sounded about right to Rosey. It sounded artistic enough at least.

After unfolding the heavy easel she planted it down into the long grass before looking between it and the view. Picking it up she moved it a little to the right. And then back a little to the left. With that sorted she put her bag down and began to go through the many colors of paint. There was going to be some blue and yellow, lovely for contrasts, as well as some green for the grass and brown for the houses. With all that ready Rosey got out a small pencil and began to lightly trace the scene in front of her onto the canvas. Once everything was in place she reached back into the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. Popping the top of it with her teeth she took a sip before letting out a content sigh. Putting the bottle down on the ground she took the paint and began to mix different amounts together on a spotless palette. This was nice. The sun and fresh air. Coming to a stop she rubbed her eyes for a second before continuing to mix up the colors she wanted.

She dabbed the paintbrush onto the well mixed paints, raised it up towards the canvas, and started to fill in the large stretches of landscape as a small smile formed. Once the large blocks of color were done she began to color in some of the smaller details such as the nice trees and her little cottage, only for a few drops of rain to land on her canvas.

Rosey could only stare up at the sky as the heavens erupted and a torrent of rain washed her well mixed palette of colors away. The canvas was already soaked and soon would be ruined too. Dropping her brush and palette to the ground she kicked the easel clear down the hill before stomping around in a little circle.

Snatching her bottle from the ground she threw her head back and drank down most of it before running out of breath. Swirling what was left around she took hold of it firmly and threw it into the fields before letting out a loud and annoyed scream at the clouds. It did not make her feel any better. Just more tired. Throwing everything into her bag she picked up the easel from the bottom of the hill and headed back to her garden where she threw the soaked canvas and easel into the shed.

“You can live here with everything else I don’t use.”

Rosey slammed the shed closed and went to the backdoor but found it locked. In all the rush of leaving she had forgotten that the old door locks itself when slammed shut. Once more she let out an annoyed groan before heading around the house to the front door.

“Howdy neighbor!”

Rosey jumped a foot off the ground as a loud squeaky voice cut through the pouring rain.

“Just moved in and was wondering if you got a few pounds of sugar to spare?”

Spinning on her heels she found a short, strangely adorable, pink rabbit staring up at her with a wide smile. In one hand he held a small measuring cup slowly filling up with rainwater.

“I am not in the mood, Parsnips.”

Leaving him in the rain she went through her front door and slammed it behind her. Going into the living room she threw her bag onto the sofa before sitting down herself. After rubbing her cold hands together she pulled at her wet clothes and groaned. Pulling her top off she threw it onto the ground before getting up and removing her pants as well. After shaking some of the rain from her long ears she left the living room and went across the hall to the bathroom.

Grabbing the plug from the sink she put it into the bath before turning on the hot and cold water in just the right amounts. While waiting for it to fill up she went over to the cabinet next to the toilet and pulled open one of the lower doors to find several small bottles of wine.

“Where did the big ones go…”

Grabbing one of the small ones she cracked it open and took a mouthful before smacking her lips. Turning it around she looked over the back of it, the bottom, the neck and everywhere else before shrugging and drinking some more of it. Returning to the living room she sat on the couch for a moment and scratched her ears before drinking the rest. Tossing it onto the table she got up and went to the kitchen for more. Throwing open the double doors of her pantry she looked over the hundred or so bottles lining the shelves before picking one at random.

After taking a few more swigs she returned to the living room and just barely managed to not stumble into the coffee table while making her way to the bathroom. With the tub now filled the air felt hot, humid, and welcoming to Rosey. Slipping her underwear off she slowly stepped into the tub and let out a coo as she sank into the water.

It was quiet. The small one bedroom cottage feeling cavernous as only the sound of water dripping from the faucet could be heard echoing off the walls. Even the rain had faded into the background. Closing her eyes for a moment, Rosey felt like she was floating in a hot and infinite ocean. The large tub did not help either as it allowed her to stretch out just enough to feel like there were no edges to it. A small sigh escaped her lips as stress left her but in it’s place a familiar loneliness crept inside. Her eyes opened. The faded wooden ceiling pulling her back to the reality of her quiet life in this old cottage.

Pulling herself upright she looked to the row of shampoo bottles and fur cleaners that filled up the small nook in the wall. From one to another her eyes moved before finally she reached over and slipped her hand behind them to take hold of her choice. A pink, water proof, vibrator. Bringing the bottle over she drank heavily from it before turning the vibrator on and sliding herself back down into the water.

“Found you!”

Parsnips called out.

Rosey groaned for several long seconds before slipping herself an inch more into the water. She watched through the shower curtain as he bounced into the room and sat himself down on the closed toilet.

“You would not believe the day I have had so far...”

Parsnip spoke casually, clearly and with great focus but every word was unneeded and every topic random. He spoke of his morning and his baking experiments in one uninterrupted sentence and his adventures collecting flowers down by the creek in another. Rosey did not interrupt him though or make any attempt to shoo him away. Eventually Rosey returned the half full bottle to her lips to help her already spinning mind fall deeper into drunkenness and as soon as she felt like she was floating on a warm cloud she turned the vibrator up a few more notches.

The water made it hard to move her hand back and forth but it also forced her to take her time and enjoy things more. Parsnips was loud and a constant buzz of words but at least the house did not feel quite as empty now. As her arm got tired of fighting the resistance of the water she switched them around, taking the bottle in one and slipping the other into the water to continue her relaxation. It was for a short while almost pleasant but with the heat of the water helping to speed up her intoxication it was not long before her arousal gave way to tiredness. Close to release but too far to reach in her current state.

Turning off the vibrator Rosey returned it to the nook in the wall before turning her attention to Parsnips. What excuse would work on him, what could get him out of the room at least. She took a few sips of the wine before letting out a long sigh.

“C-can you get me… my eh, the slip-ppers?”

“Can do neighbor!”

As soon as he trotted out of the room Rosey began the long and difficult process of getting out of the bath without breaking her own neck. Something she had a lot of experience with at least. First she put the bottle down on the floor so she had both hands free. Then she pushed the shower curtain aside and next she took a hard grip on both sides of the bath before slowly standing up. The whole room spun and it took her a minute to step out of the bath but at least she did not slip.

Picking up her panties she tossed them, the beret she always wore, and the now wet black silk choker, into the laundry basket before going to the radiator rack for new clothes. There were several berets, a couple dried chokers and a single wooly sweater though. Shrugging Rosey put them on before giving herself a look over. The sweater was just long enough that it covered everything and to drunk Rosey that was more than good enough.

Leaving the bathroom she stumbled her way into the living room before downing the last drops of the wine and tossing the bottle onto the table with the others. Sitting down roughly onto the sofa she threw her head back and yawned, then hiccuped, before finally rubbing her pussy a little. Hearing Parsnips coming down the stairs though she had to pull her hand away. Swinging her head forward she reached down under the sofa and pulled out another bottle of wine, although this one had already been opened and half drank.

“I found them! They were hiding in the back of your closet.”

Rosey turned to look at Parsnisp as he skipped into the room and offered the fuzzy slippers to her. Taking them from him she tossed them behind her where they hit the wall and fell behind the sofa with so many other lost objects. Parsnips was unfazed and simply began to laugh as if she had told a great joke. Once he was done he stepped over and sat himself down on the other end of the sofa. His large and adorable eyes staring at her for one reason or another. Rosey took a few sips before turning to look at him as well. Her staring was simple confusion. Unsure if those pink marks on his cheeks were make up, natural blush, or fur markings. I mean really, it was like something from a comic book for when you want to make a character look all cute and innocent.

“Oh I just remembered! I came over to ask if you wanted to have a tea party!”

Rosey squinted at him. Rolling the idea over in her head a few times she decided to down most of what was left in the bottle before coming to a decision.

“Fuk et.” She shrugged.

Rosey pulled herself off the sofa with some difficulty before stumbling around in a small circle. When the room finally stopped spinning as fast she followed Parsnips out of her house and across the way to where his own small cottage sat. She could not remember what the inside looked like at all but as soon as he opened the door and she got a face full of sugary, hot, air some pieces started to come together.

His wallpaper was all brightly colored hearts and the entrance to his house had a framed picture of his house deed. Why would you frame your house deed like that? The carpet was pink as well and so thick Rosey sank into it with every step. Reaching his living room she found a small round table waiting for her with two tiny chairs and a plate of suspiciously fresh cookies. Sitting herself down on one of the chairs she found it to be about two sizes too small for her but she did not care at this point.

“Tea?”

“Naa.”

Rosey took the flowery cup from the table and poured some wine into it instead. Parsnips just smiled at the sight, no doubt happy to have someone over for tea even if they did not want any. While he began to talk on and on about more of his day or drawing or some kind of nonsense Rosey could not help but be distracted by his home. There was something unsettling about it. A sofa, a tea table, a bookcase with brightly colored books, it was all too clean and soft and cutesy. Nobody cleans the whole house every day, she sure as hell didn’t.

“I will get more tea!”

Rosey blinked in reply, not sure how long she had been sitting there staring at the carpet. While he was gone she dragged her fingers across that thick, pink, carpet and sniffed them to find a musky sort of smell. Ah, so the house was not clean it was just tidy. The many hours of baking every day adding enough sweet fragrance to hide the musky male smells that clung to every object of his home. Rosey rubbed her fingers together and sniffed them again.

Getting out of the chair she knelt down on the floor and lifted the back of her sweater up so that it hooked over her tail. A small blush burned strongly on her face as she quickly looked towards the door and then back to the bottle in her hand. Cracking it open she took a deep breath and began to down it all. Her stomach grew hot as the lights of the room blurred and began to dim. Putting her head down onto the soft carpet she breathed in one last breath before falling into a deep and drunken sleep.

Hours passed by. And hours more. In the endless spinning void of consciousness Rosey fell until finally her dry eyes cracked open. The alarm clock was sharp and screaming at her, every note bouncing off her long ears and jabbing into her brain. Rolling over she smashed her hand down on it before freezing in sudden pain. Curling up with a soft pillow she let out a long groan. It felt like someone had used her stomach as a punching bag. The more she lay there the worse she felt as well. Her throat was both dry and sticky at the same time, her legs and arms both ached greatly and her brain felt like it was boiling in its own mistakes.

Rolling around in her bed a few times she let out a groan and reached over to the bedside cabinet. Pulling open the drawer she pulled a box of aspirin and shook it, before instantly regretting it for how painful the noise was. Tearing open the cardboard she got out three small pills. After throwing the box back into the drawer with the rest Rosey then swung a leg out of bed and slowly slid her way out from the covers. Only to fall straight onto the floor and let out a long groan. Slowly she crawled from the bedroom over to the conjoined bathroom before finding a spot in the shower to sit. Popping the pills into her mouth she turned on the water and let it fill her mouth enough to at least be able to swallow. Leaning onto the cold tiles Rosey looked at herself in the reflection. Thick purple bags under her eyes, rough unkempt fur that never had seen a spa day. A skinny body that was slowly withering away. Pulling her gaze away from herself she took a moment to take off her clothes and throw them out of the door before returning to her spot in the corner.

As the water washed away the dirt and various stains of yesterday her mind attempted to make sense of the scattered memories slowly coming back to her. The heavy amount of wine was pretty normal, as was her time in the bath, but then there came Parsnips. He did love to pop up at random times and bug her about something or another but this was the first time in what felt like forever that she had agreed to come over to his place. It was not like she suddenly now loved him or anything, no, just a bit too much wine and a little too much boredom was all. She smiled slightly as she remembered some of the other crazy situations she had gotten herself into over the years due to her heavy drinking. Now those were pretty fun times. Less gross as well.

Grabbing the handrail tightly Rosey let out a long groan as she slowly stood up off the floor. A few more groans and gasps later and she was standing upright again. Letting out a yawn she grabbed the single bottle of shower gel and started to give herself a quick once over, only to find that she had several muddy patches all along the hard to reach parts of her back.

“Really, that’s how he got me home. What kind of…”

Rosey muttered as she twisted her sore body here and there to try and clean herself. It was frustrating and took a long time but finally she was clean. Leaving the shower she left the moist clothes on the floor in order to get herself dressed first. That is, until the heat of the shower wore off and newfound pains hit her. With little energy left rosey just threw on a pair of socks and an old loose T-shirt, enough to keep her warm and covered.

Snatching up her moist clothes she slowly made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Dumping them into the laundry with all the others she took a moment to consider putting them into the washing machine but such heavy lifting sounded terrible right now. Stretching her arms out wide she rotated them around and twisted her neck a few times to try and loosen up. It did not do much. Suddenly her stomach let out a loud grumble and all at once she remembered how hungry she was.

The fridge was pretty empty. It had been a while since she had last done any proper shopping after all. Sitting in the middle of the fridge however was something new. A large glass filled with what looked like a smoothie or milkshake, and next to it was a whole notepad. Taking both she skimmed over the first page of the notepad before tossing it onto the kitchen table. It was too early to go read a dozen pages of nonsense.

After one last stop at the freezer to get an ice pack for her throbbing head Rosey finally made it to the living room. Planting herself onto the sofa she got herself as comfortable as her body would allow. Stirring the smoothie with a thick straw she slowly put it to her lips and gave it a sip. Odd. Kind of sweet and more of a milkshake than anything but the taste was downright bizarre. Sipping a bit more though Rosey quickly stopped caring about the taste as the ice cold drink did wonders at soothing her head and various aches alike.

“I suppose this makes up for last night… Wonder if he would want a painting in return.”

Rosey looked to the drying rack in the corner of the room which was filled with a dozen pieces of paper. Sales had been very slow recently and Parsnips seemed about dumb enough to buy something for more than it was worth. On any other day she would not have thought twice about doing that as well but for some reason it did not sit right with her anymore. Maybe because he had at least taken her home and made her something nice for when she woke up. That was more thoughtful than the last person she had spent the night with.

Gazing around the empty, messy, room Rosey suddenly felt lonely again. You would think with a small town and a little cozy lane everybody would be friends with everybody else but no, in Bluefield it was more common to stick to yourself. Only those who worked or studied together became close friends. Everybody else was too busy doing their own thing. Rosey sighed. As much as she loved to blame everybody else it was not like she was any better in that regard. Thinking back on her time living here she had spent far too many days hiding away in her home instead of going out and attempting to find others with similar interests. Like Parsnips. He did draw, just with crayons. He also made good cakes and apparently a fantastic milkshake too.

With the milkshake finished and her head no longer hurting Rosey let out a pleasant sigh. She hated to admit it but while Parsnips would not normally be her type, he was super cute, and surprisingly good in bed. At least, based on what fragments of last night she could remember between passing out a dozen times and getting her kidneys rearranged.

“Ok fine, you win drunk Rosey. I will give him a chance.”

Returning to the kitchen Rosey put the glass into the cluttered sink before turning her eyes to the notepad on the table. Picking it up she read through the messy rambling of the first page before flipping over to the second, and then the third. It was on the 5th she realized what the milkshake was made from. After gagging for several minutes she flicked through the other 15 pages quickly before tossing the notepad into the trash. What small amount of patience she had for Parsnips had already faded but she was not mad. It is hard to be mad when you know exactly what is going to happen and you still do it anyway.

After putting on some panties she realized that her favorite sweater and beret were both not anywhere to be found. Which meant that Parsnips dragged her home naked… Just imagining it made her annoyed. After getting her slippers from behind the sofa she left her house and marched across the way to his.

“Parsnips?”

She shouted while banging on his door.

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