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The lens was cracked and dirty, and the rubber that covered the handle oddly sticky, but after giving it a shake the light did come on. Despite how dim and murky the light appeared it still burned through the darkness of the house and stung her eyes all the same. \n\nRosey blinked a few times to help shake the spots from her eyes and once it had cleared she could now see better than before. Unfortunately there was nothing to see other than how decrepit and neglected the house around her was. The noise was getting louder as well. Turning her head to the front door she approached it and pushed open the creaky door to find the lane outside was even darker. The sky was an endless black pool without a single star to be found while the grass below was frozen and withered.\n\nLeaving the comfort of the house Rosey quickly found it was even colder on the outside but without any wind it could not easily get past her cozy blankets. Not wanting to stay out here longer than she needed to she began to move quicker towards the gnarled forest at the end of the lane.\n\nAs she entered the frozen forest she found that the noise was not getting any louder. It was always just a distant hissing whisper that called to her to get closer, to come find it. The curiosity alone was enough to keep her walking. Over the withered frozen grass and between gnarled silver trees. Each bush being so dry and fragile that the slightest touch made its leaves fall to the ground in pieces. Rosey found it beautiful in a way. A forest normally stands eternal in the world, ageless, and as old as the land but this one was so very temporary. \n\nWith her paws feeling numb from the cold unloving ground Rosey suddenly came across a ravine. It cut through the forest like a great wound, stretching on and on so far that she could not see where it began or ended. Shining the flashlight down into the great pit she could not see anything either. It was as deep and as dark as the ocean depths. But something far below was making that noise, that sweet and teasing noise that her ears refused to understand. Rosey stepped closer and knelt down until her hand was holding onto the edge. Peering deep into the pit she could have sworn she saw something move, just under the black fog that pooled a ways down below. \n\nReaching the flashlight down into the pit she leaned over the edge to try and spy a glimpse of what was down there. The fog shifted again and Rosey could almost make out what it was, when the flashlight suddenly sparked and the bulb exploded. Flinching Rosey let it drop below as she recoiled away from the pit. She sat listening for the sound of it hitting something. Seconds dragging on until the tiniest sound of plastic hitting rock rang out from far, far below. And as it did, the noise stopped. \n\nHer head was freed from it’s call and for a moment it was relieving. 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Golden wheat fields stretched on for miles while hedges, trees and houses cut through it all. Feeling relaxed already Rosey let out a small yawn before stretching her arms up and around. She felt good. Her body did not have a single ache or pain unlike many of the mornings she had shared the past month. \n\nAfter grabbing her t-shirt and panties from the floor she turned her eyes around the room but found there was no connecting bathroom. Shrugging, she then turned her attention towards Parsnips. He looked cute while he slept, and it was rare to see him still asleep at all. \n\n“Time to get up, I am starving.”\n\nRosey said as she shook the bed and watched as he just lay there snoring. \n\n“Come on, you can sleep later.”\n\nRosey said with a huff before kicking the side of the bed. It rocked, groaned, creaked and just as Parsnips opened his eyes it broke completely. One of the legs snapped off and skidded across the floor as the well worn frame collapsed into a pile of wood. \n\n“Morning?”\n\nParsnips asked in confusion of what just happened, as he sat on the now lop sided mattress. \n\n“Morning. I think that’s a hint that we should go.”\n\nRosey said with both a faint blush and an amused raised eyebrow at the now ruined bed. Parsnips nodded, and yawned, before rolling forward off the bed with a soft thud. Stumbling up to his feet he grabbed his skirt from the floor before slowly looking around for the rest.\n\n“Well this is new.”\n\nRosey mused as she crouched down to look at him more closely. Parsnips wobbled this way and that as he picked his clothes before stopping to yawn. Once he had finally picked up all of his clothes he looked at the pile in his arms and dropped everything but his underwear. After slowly slipping them on he looked down to the clothes scattered around, and started to pick them all up again.\n\n“So how does it feel to be tired for once?”\n\n“It’s like my bones are made of syrup.”\n\n“We did have a pretty long night. Let me give you a hand.”\n\nRosey said as she knelt down to help get him dressed. She could not help but feel a bit of pride in wearing down such a normally hyperactive little bunny. \n\nLeaving the bedroom Rosey found the house even more dusty and decrepit. The wallpaper was peeling in many places and the carpet had patches missing but she did not stop to stare. After climbing down the broken stairs they went through the kitchen and out of the front door into the lane. Stretching her arms up and around Rosey breathed in the fresh air. 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Started packing.”\n\nThe boss sheep pointed over to a stack of cardboard boxes that were stacked up next to the front door before lifting her eyes up from the clipboard. Rosey blinked, started to blush, and then pulled down the front of her t-shirt to try and cover her underwear a little. \n\n“Thanks, I guess.”\n\n“Rosey have place to stay? House not safe.”\n\n“Well I could…”\n\nRosey looked to Parsnips for a second, who was standing with his tilted to one side and drooling on himself sleepily.\n\n“I am staying with Parsnips.”\n\n“You're very lucky to have boyfriend.”\n\nBefore Rosey could reply the boss sheep let out a loud piercing whistle. All at once the many workers stopped what they were doing and moved in unison to collect the boxes and furniture scattered around. As they headed next door Rosey quickly grabbed Parsnips and slipped inside before they blocked the hallways. She gave Parsnips a push into the kitchen before heading upstairs and slamming the bedroom door behind her. \n\nLeaning against the warm wood she threw back her head and let out a small sigh of relief. Her revealing outfit seemed like a good choice when it was a warm summer night with nobody around, but now… She was having a few regrets. Pushing away from the door Rosey began to strip off the few layers she wore, each piece of clothing scattered along the floor like petals as she walked to the bathroom. \n\nIn many ways the tiled room was like her own but a little larger almost, although Rosey was unsure if that was just her imagination. It was cleaner at least and the large amount of fluffy towels hanging in front of the radiator was an addition she enjoyed greatly. Walking to the mirror she ran the taps to find one came out as hot as hell while the other was strikingly cold. Nodding to herself in approval she splashed her face with cold water before looking herself over in the mirror. Her eyes still had the thick purple bags under them but the rest of her face looked happier. Opening up the mirror she found a single fur brush, cleaning solution for glasses, and several bottles of deodorant but little else. \n\nRosey stepped into the shower and turned it on to find the water perfectly hot and high pressure. It rained down on her like scorching rain, hard enough for her to feel every drop through her fur. Letting out a quiet, refreshed, moan at the feeling she stood with her head gazing up into the stream for a minute before turning herself around and letting it massage her back. Shaking the water from her eyes Rosey looked to the bathroom tiles. Her reflection looked back without a word. Lifting her hand up she drew it lazily across the grooves of the tiles.\n\n“Got nothing to say?”\n\nRosey asked herself but there was no reply. \n\n“Good.”\n\nAfter a quick but thorough scrubbing of her skinny body Rosey shut off the water and stepped out of the shower to find Parsnips staring up at her. She flinched just a little bit but caught herself and continued on to grab a warm towel. Leaning against the radiator she hung the towel around her neck and let herself drip dry by the heat. \n\n“Rosey! I made you some brekky!” \n\nParsnips said as energetic and chipper as ever. \n\n“Well ain’t you romantic. And you're taking a shower without me asking too?”\n\n“Uh huh, it’s one of the rules! No ba… Sex until I am all clean and pretty.” \n\n“Good boy, take your time. I am not going anywhere apparently.”\n\nAs she left the bathroom Rosey took the towel and began to dry her long ears off before giving her head a shake and moving it down to get the rest of her. She noticed that there were now three boxes in the bedroom. Curious, she stepped over and looked into the one that was open to find that it was full of her clothes. A smile broke out as she got an idea. \n\nOnce she had dried off Rosey took a big, fluffy, sweater out of the box along with her trademark beret, a choker for a bit of sleek style, and two long socks for comfort. The sweater was long enough to keep some modesty and cozy while also being breezy enough for the summer heat to not get to her. She sat next to the box for a moment and thought about her underwear before finally making up her mind and closing the box. One by one she pushed them to the foot of the bed so that they would be out of the way before leaving. \n\nRosey went downstairs slowly at first but once she found the sheep had already left, she started to relax again. Going into the kitchen she found something delicious waiting for her on a stark white plate. Crepes. A french classic if there ever was one. Picking one of the folded pancakes up Rosey gave it a nibble and found that it was full of sweet, delicious, yellow jam. She took a larger bite and then an even larger one before finishing off the crepe at hand and going for the next. She tore into them, jam covering her mouth and hands as she shovelled them down before sitting down in a nearby chair and letting out a loud burp. \n\n“Must have been hungry.”\n\nRosey mused before letting out an awkward laugh. Licking the yellow jam off her fingers she found herself savoring the taste, so much so that it took the sound of Parsnips coming out of the shower for her to pull her now pristinely clean fingers out of her mouth. Quickly she took the plate to the sink before running her hands under the water and frantically drying them off on a nearby tea towel. \n\nSneaking out of the kitchen Rosey went over to the living room and threw herself onto the sofa just as Parsnips had reached the bottom of the stairs. He entered, looking fresh and clean but also the same as ever. \n\n“How was brekky?” \n\nParsnips asked as Rosey sat askew and breathing heavier than she would normally. \n\n“Fine! Bit sweet.”\n\nAs Rosey adjusted her sitting position, Parsnips came over and sat down next to her on the sofa. For a moment or two they said nothing and just sat comfortably but as the silence started to get awkward Rosey cleared her throat. \n\n“So, got anything fun around here?”\n\n“I got a Tv!”\n\nParsnips said, causing Rosey to become aware of the huge, expensive, slab of glass and metal hanging on his wall. She blinked a few times and then shook her head at missing such an obvious set piece. \n\n“And a whole bunch of things to play, and stuff!”\n\nParsnips continued while pointing to a large cabinet full of DVDs, ornaments, board games and other such things. Some of which Rosey noticed was taken from the abandoned house down the road. \n\n“Hm, never been into a lot of daytime TV. My tastes as an artist are just a little more refined than the common masses to be honest.”\n\n“I got a really cozy kitchen that is great to bake with!”\n\n“True but that’s more your thing.”\n\n“My thing. Rosey’s thing, my thing, Rosey, Parsnip… Art! Could we paint each other?”\n\n“That’s actually not a bad idea. I have never been a live model before.”\n\n“But I have drawn you plenty of times so you’ve always been a model! I am gonna get my crayons, be back right back!” \n\nWith that Parsnips hopped down off the sofa and dashed out of the room. Rosey sat for a second with a faint blush as she thought over his words and how she could best be a model. It did not take her long to get an idea of what to do. Pulling off her sweater she folded it up and put it onto the back of the sofa before laying down and trying out a few different poses. At first she tried something tasteful, twisting herself into elegant shapes that hid her more lurid areas, but she quickly found it did not fit her style.\n\nRosey eventually settled on a relaxed and lounging position with parted legs. It felt comfortable and despite how exposed she was she did not feel any embarrassment either. Just as Rosey had settled down, Parsnips returned. He not only had paper, crayons and paint but he also carried a tray of tea and small cakes. \n\nRosey watched as he placed the tray and art supplies onto the table before reaching under it and pulling out a small easel. Taking one piece of paper he stuck it to the easel before pouring out two cups of tea and sliding one nearer to Rosey. With that all sorted he cracked his knuckles and opened a metal tin that had dozens of crayons inside. Peering over from behind the easel he stared at her for what felt like minutes before disappearing back behind it.\n\n“You’re a very pretty model.”\n\n“And you’re being very nice today.”\n\nRosey closed her eyes and let her head rest on her arms as Parsnips started to scribble away with his crayons. The house felt warm and the sofa soft. With the fresh herbal smell of the tea in the air mixing with the sweetness of the cakes as well, Rosey found herself becoming deeply relaxed. Soon the faint sound of scratching crayons was drowned out as rain began to fall and dance on the windows of the cottage. Opening her eyes for a moment Rosey found Parsnips ears to be poking over the top of the canvas. She smiled from how cute it was before closing her eyes again. \n\nSome time later and the sound of crayons scratching away came to a halt. Parsnips clapped his hands together and stepped back to look over his canvas, and in doing so woke Rosey up from her daydreams. She sat up, stretched, and let out a little yawn before shaking the sleep from her mind. Reaching over she picked up the hot cup of tea from the table and blew on it for a second before taking a sip, and sighing. Sweet of course but fruity and herbal as well. \n\n“All done?” \n\nRosey asked as Parsnips tilted his head this way and that behind the canvas. \n\n“Yeppers, here you are!”\n\nWith that Parsnips took the paper and spun it around to show Rosey. It was not what she expected, not even what she could have expected. On the canvas was color and shapes, forms and patterns but so abstract that she could not help but stare endlessly in an attempt to figure it out. \n\n“Beautiful.”\n\n\nRosey muttered as she reached over and took the picture. \n\n“The use of pale pink that is nearly white brings pure, fresh, snow to mind but with a slight feminie touch to it. Yeah, yeah and this use of red for the lines and symbols sprawled across such pink snow has a sense of power and strength, perhaps even strong sexuality, while at the same time being so elegant and graceful that it enhances the feminie concepts. It's so raw, so striking, and yet so clearly… me. How did you do this?”\n\n“I stared really hard, then closed my eyes and drew what I saw! Do you like it?!”\n\nParsnips asked as he hopped up and down on his heel. \n\n“It is magnificent! I had no idea you were actually an artist.”\n\n“Crayons are like cookies, simple and tasty but you can do anything with them!”\n\n“Yes, I suppose you can.”\n\nRosey blinked for a second and then looked up from the painting. \n\n“Oh fuck, I am starting to understand him.”\n\nAfter putting her sweater back on, Rosey took the picture and hung it up on the wall.. It certainly was pretty and the more she looked at it the more she felt like she understood it, and herself, better. It was how Parsnips saw her after all, in some abstract way at least. Once she was done admiring herself she took a seat in front of the easel and enjoyed some of the cake while Parsnips got into position. \n\nHis choice in pose was oddly modest. Sitting upright with his hands resting on his knees and a cute smile on his face as he looked at Rosey with interest. She smiled back. It was not what she was expecting him to do, and in a way, that’s exactly what he was best at. \n\nLooking across the many colors and shades of paint Rosey was unsure where to start. There were the literal connections such as his fur or eyes but he had done something so abstract that she wanted to at least attempt to match him. Pulling her eyes away from the art supplies she peeked her head around the easel, just as he had done, and stared at him. At first she just saw the obvious, his cute features, soft and round despite his gender, but the more she stared the more she started to understand. Ducking back behind the easel, Rosey laid out a whole rainbow of colors onto her palette and closed her eyes. \n\nAt first it was just confusing as Rosey did not know where she was painting or which color she was using but soon enough her slow and uncertain strokes began to turn into fluid motions. The more she pictured Parsnips in her head the more the ideas came to her. His shapes, his forms, his means, it all began to flow. It was not about the Parsnips she saw, but the Parsnips that he truly was. Her hands moved quickly, guided almost by some artistic spirit until she could control her passion any longer and she threw the brush away. Dropping her hands into the paint she continued to scrawl and scratch away at the canvas until sweat dripped from her body. Only then was she satisfied with her unseen creation. \n\n“Well that was therapeutic.”\n\nRosey said as she opened her eyes and looked down to her blackened hands. \n\n“Quite messy though, I will go clean up while the paint dries.”\n\nRosey continued as she carefully stood up and made her way to the kitchen. Turning on the hot water Rosey put her hands under the taps and watched as the sink slowly turned black. The oils were thick and stuck to her fur in clumps but after using some turpentine left by the sink it started to run off her as easily as the water. Once her hands were clear she splashed some water on her face and patted them both dry with a small towel. \n\nNow refreshed, Rosey returned to the living room to find Parsnips looking at her painting. Ignoring him for the moment she sat herself down and took a sip of her tea before letting out a content sigh. \n\n“This was a great idea, I feel so much better already.”\n\n“Did you look at the painting?”\n\n“Not yet.”\n\nRosey replied as she looked down to her pink tinged tea. \n\n“It’s very pretty, come have a look.”\n\n“In a minute. Did you make these cakes yourself?”\n\nRosey asked as Parsnips took the painting off the easel and walked over to her. Rosey continued to look down, at first at her tea and then at his paws before raising her eyes up just a little more to the edge of the black canvas. Slowly she looked up and when her eyes finally looked upon her creation she relaxed. \n\n“Oh, that’s not actually that bad. I was expecting a trainwreck for how crazy I went.”\n\nRosey chuckled as she looked over the painting. There were twisting pink and yellow lines cutting through a black and endless void. The two colors mixed so deep that you could not tell where one started and the other ended. In the center of all of it as well was an odd gold symbol that Rosey herself did not really understand. It just felt right to her. And she liked looking at it. After staring intensely at her work for some time she broke her eyes away and shook her head before drinking the rest of the tea. \n\n“Not a bad way to spend the morning. Want to go take a bath together?”\n\n“Oh yes please, we can play submarines!” \n\nParsnips quickly tossed the painting onto the wall, next to the other one, before galloping out of the room. Rosey rolled her eyes and after taking a second glance at the paintings went to follow him. As the door closed behind her the loosely hung pictures slipped slightly, and knocked into each other. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rosey lay under thick blankets. Curled up and warm she was asleep but also aware of the room around her. Eye’s blinded by darkness she could feel the heat of her own slow breath and hear the slow strumming of her heart. It was comfortable and safe. And then came a noise. It slipped in from outside of the house, pouring through tiny cracks and nooks. Rosey’s eyes snapped open as she found herself instantly and painfully awake. Sitting up in her warm bed she scanned the dark room but found nothing but that tiny, inaudible, noise.

Pushing the blankets to one side she stepped out of the warmth of the bed and stood shivering as the frigid air washed over her naked, skinny, body. Turning her eyes back to the covers Rosey reached over and wrapped the blankets around her like an old stained cloak. After tying two of the corners together to keep it on her shoulders she began to walk across the dark room.

The house was old and moldy, with many of the doors having fallen off the hinges due to the wood turning soft and metal rusting into dust. The floor was dusty as well but not a single cobweb could be seen in the many corners and cracks. Approaching the stairs, she stopped for just a moment to lift the cloak off the ground before gently heading down. Her hand ran along the wall as the railing was falling apart and would give no more safety to those who needed it. Once she reached the bottom she stepped past a large hole in the ground and into the kitchen.

Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen was cold and dead. No food to be found in any of the cupboards, no gas to warm yourself on cold nights. Nothing but rotten wood and rusty metal. Pulling open one of the drawers Rosey rummaged around and found a flashlight. The lens was cracked and dirty, and the rubber that covered the handle oddly sticky, but after giving it a shake the light did come on. Despite how dim and murky the light appeared it still burned through the darkness of the house and stung her eyes all the same.

Rosey blinked a few times to help shake the spots from her eyes and once it had cleared she could now see better than before. Unfortunately there was nothing to see other than how decrepit and neglected the house around her was. The noise was getting louder as well. Turning her head to the front door she approached it and pushed open the creaky door to find the lane outside was even darker. The sky was an endless black pool without a single star to be found while the grass below was frozen and withered.

Leaving the comfort of the house Rosey quickly found it was even colder on the outside but without any wind it could not easily get past her cozy blankets. Not wanting to stay out here longer than she needed to she began to move quicker towards the gnarled forest at the end of the lane.

As she entered the frozen forest she found that the noise was not getting any louder. It was always just a distant hissing whisper that called to her to get closer, to come find it. The curiosity alone was enough to keep her walking. Over the withered frozen grass and between gnarled silver trees. Each bush being so dry and fragile that the slightest touch made its leaves fall to the ground in pieces. Rosey found it beautiful in a way. A forest normally stands eternal in the world, ageless, and as old as the land but this one was so very temporary.

With her paws feeling numb from the cold unloving ground Rosey suddenly came across a ravine. It cut through the forest like a great wound, stretching on and on so far that she could not see where it began or ended. Shining the flashlight down into the great pit she could not see anything either. It was as deep and as dark as the ocean depths. But something far below was making that noise, that sweet and teasing noise that her ears refused to understand. Rosey stepped closer and knelt down until her hand was holding onto the edge. Peering deep into the pit she could have sworn she saw something move, just under the black fog that pooled a ways down below.

Reaching the flashlight down into the pit she leaned over the edge to try and spy a glimpse of what was down there. The fog shifted again and Rosey could almost make out what it was, when the flashlight suddenly sparked and the bulb exploded. Flinching Rosey let it drop below as she recoiled away from the pit. She sat listening for the sound of it hitting something. Seconds dragging on until the tiniest sound of plastic hitting rock rang out from far, far below. And as it did, the noise stopped.

Her head was freed from it’s call and for a moment it was relieving. But as she sat there on the cold ground, alone, naked and unable to see a thing, her heart began to fill with fear. Crawling away from the pit she scrambled to her feet and began to run back into the forest. The fragile bushes scratched and pulled at her as she passed while the sparkling frozen grass caused her footing to slip but even so she continued to run. She ran and ran until her breath froze in her chest and the darkness closed in around her. Collapsing at the base of a tree she crawled her way towards it and sat trying to breath with her head on her knees. Her chattering teeth and chest aching with every raspy breath.

Suddenly something warm dripped onto her head. Looking up she found that the forest was now pink. Running her hand over her head she found that whatever just landed on her was pink as well. She looked to the left and right before turning her eyes upwards. There was a moon now. Massive and glowing with a dull pink that burned her eyes to look at. As she stared up to it, it stared back down, and the pink rain began to fall. It ran down her face, dripping off her chin as she stared up to the great bleeding eye bearing down on her. She could not breathe, could not move.

A twig suddenly snapped and with great difficulty Rosey pulled her eyes away from the moon. She only saw it for a second, a great horned beast as black as the sky with glowing yellow eyes, before her breath finally ran out.

Rosey bolted upright in bed with a cold sweat. She wheezed and held her hand to her chest in panic before slowly realizing that she was alive. The air was warm and the morning sun was streaming in through the windows. Looking over to her side she found Parsnips happily snoring away while hugging a pillow. Letting out a sigh Rosey rubbed her head as the memories began to fade.

Stepping out of bed she went to the window and pulled open the curtains. The windows were wet with rain but the lane outside looked as beautiful as ever. Golden wheat fields stretched on for miles while hedges, trees and houses cut through it all. Feeling relaxed already Rosey let out a small yawn before stretching her arms up and around. She felt good. Her body did not have a single ache or pain unlike many of the mornings she had shared the past month.

After grabbing her t-shirt and panties from the floor she turned her eyes around the room but found there was no connecting bathroom. Shrugging, she then turned her attention towards Parsnips. He looked cute while he slept, and it was rare to see him still asleep at all.

“Time to get up, I am starving.”

Rosey said as she shook the bed and watched as he just lay there snoring.

“Come on, you can sleep later.”

Rosey said with a huff before kicking the side of the bed. It rocked, groaned, creaked and just as Parsnips opened his eyes it broke completely. One of the legs snapped off and skidded across the floor as the well worn frame collapsed into a pile of wood.

“Morning?”

Parsnips asked in confusion of what just happened, as he sat on the now lop sided mattress.

“Morning. I think that’s a hint that we should go.”

Rosey said with both a faint blush and an amused raised eyebrow at the now ruined bed. Parsnips nodded, and yawned, before rolling forward off the bed with a soft thud. Stumbling up to his feet he grabbed his skirt from the floor before slowly looking around for the rest.

“Well this is new.”

Rosey mused as she crouched down to look at him more closely. Parsnips wobbled this way and that as he picked his clothes before stopping to yawn. Once he had finally picked up all of his clothes he looked at the pile in his arms and dropped everything but his underwear. After slowly slipping them on he looked down to the clothes scattered around, and started to pick them all up again.

“So how does it feel to be tired for once?”

“It’s like my bones are made of syrup.”

“We did have a pretty long night. Let me give you a hand.”

Rosey said as she knelt down to help get him dressed. She could not help but feel a bit of pride in wearing down such a normally hyperactive little bunny.

Leaving the bedroom Rosey found the house even more dusty and decrepit. The wallpaper was peeling in many places and the carpet had patches missing but she did not stop to stare. After climbing down the broken stairs they went through the kitchen and out of the front door into the lane. Stretching her arms up and around Rosey breathed in the fresh air. It was a crisp and beautiful morning with warm sunlight bathing everything in a golden tint.

Rosey turned her head to the forest that sat at the end of the lane for a minute before turning away and slowly walking back towards her cottage. Once she got closer however she stopped in surprise as she found half of her home gone, smashed to pieces by a huge fallen tree. The garden fence and outside of the building had been wrapped up in bright yellow tape too while many sheepy workers wearing equally bright vests ran around like ants.

“You are Rosey?”

A young female sheep asked from behind the barricade of yellow tape and warning signs. Peering over Rosey found her standing stiff with a clipboard gripped tightly in one hand, her eyes looking down to it and moving slightly as if slowly reading something.

“Yeah, what the hell happened to my house?”

“Tree fell, in a storm last night.”

“I can see that.”

“Kitchen was flattened, other things fine. Started packing.”

The boss sheep pointed over to a stack of cardboard boxes that were stacked up next to the front door before lifting her eyes up from the clipboard. Rosey blinked, started to blush, and then pulled down the front of her t-shirt to try and cover her underwear a little.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Rosey have place to stay? House not safe.”

“Well I could…”

Rosey looked to Parsnips for a second, who was standing with his tilted to one side and drooling on himself sleepily.

“I am staying with Parsnips.”

“You're very lucky to have boyfriend.”

Before Rosey could reply the boss sheep let out a loud piercing whistle. All at once the many workers stopped what they were doing and moved in unison to collect the boxes and furniture scattered around. As they headed next door Rosey quickly grabbed Parsnips and slipped inside before they blocked the hallways. She gave Parsnips a push into the kitchen before heading upstairs and slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Leaning against the warm wood she threw back her head and let out a small sigh of relief. Her revealing outfit seemed like a good choice when it was a warm summer night with nobody around, but now… She was having a few regrets. Pushing away from the door Rosey began to strip off the few layers she wore, each piece of clothing scattered along the floor like petals as she walked to the bathroom.

In many ways the tiled room was like her own but a little larger almost, although Rosey was unsure if that was just her imagination. It was cleaner at least and the large amount of fluffy towels hanging in front of the radiator was an addition she enjoyed greatly. Walking to the mirror she ran the taps to find one came out as hot as hell while the other was strikingly cold. Nodding to herself in approval she splashed her face with cold water before looking herself over in the mirror. Her eyes still had the thick purple bags under them but the rest of her face looked happier. Opening up the mirror she found a single fur brush, cleaning solution for glasses, and several bottles of deodorant but little else.

Rosey stepped into the shower and turned it on to find the water perfectly hot and high pressure. It rained down on her like scorching rain, hard enough for her to feel every drop through her fur. Letting out a quiet, refreshed, moan at the feeling she stood with her head gazing up into the stream for a minute before turning herself around and letting it massage her back. Shaking the water from her eyes Rosey looked to the bathroom tiles. Her reflection looked back without a word. Lifting her hand up she drew it lazily across the grooves of the tiles.

“Got nothing to say?”

Rosey asked herself but there was no reply.

“Good.”

After a quick but thorough scrubbing of her skinny body Rosey shut off the water and stepped out of the shower to find Parsnips staring up at her. She flinched just a little bit but caught herself and continued on to grab a warm towel. Leaning against the radiator she hung the towel around her neck and let herself drip dry by the heat.

“Rosey! I made you some brekky!”

Parsnips said as energetic and chipper as ever.

“Well ain’t you romantic. And you're taking a shower without me asking too?”

“Uh huh, it’s one of the rules! No ba… Sex until I am all clean and pretty.”

“Good boy, take your time. I am not going anywhere apparently.”

As she left the bathroom Rosey took the towel and began to dry her long ears off before giving her head a shake and moving it down to get the rest of her. She noticed that there were now three boxes in the bedroom. Curious, she stepped over and looked into the one that was open to find that it was full of her clothes. A smile broke out as she got an idea.

Once she had dried off Rosey took a big, fluffy, sweater out of the box along with her trademark beret, a choker for a bit of sleek style, and two long socks for comfort. The sweater was long enough to keep some modesty and cozy while also being breezy enough for the summer heat to not get to her. She sat next to the box for a moment and thought about her underwear before finally making up her mind and closing the box. One by one she pushed them to the foot of the bed so that they would be out of the way before leaving.

Rosey went downstairs slowly at first but once she found the sheep had already left, she started to relax again. Going into the kitchen she found something delicious waiting for her on a stark white plate. Crepes. A french classic if there ever was one. Picking one of the folded pancakes up Rosey gave it a nibble and found that it was full of sweet, delicious, yellow jam. She took a larger bite and then an even larger one before finishing off the crepe at hand and going for the next. She tore into them, jam covering her mouth and hands as she shovelled them down before sitting down in a nearby chair and letting out a loud burp.

“Must have been hungry.”

Rosey mused before letting out an awkward laugh. Licking the yellow jam off her fingers she found herself savoring the taste, so much so that it took the sound of Parsnips coming out of the shower for her to pull her now pristinely clean fingers out of her mouth. Quickly she took the plate to the sink before running her hands under the water and frantically drying them off on a nearby tea towel.

Sneaking out of the kitchen Rosey went over to the living room and threw herself onto the sofa just as Parsnips had reached the bottom of the stairs. He entered, looking fresh and clean but also the same as ever.

“How was brekky?”

Parsnips asked as Rosey sat askew and breathing heavier than she would normally.

“Fine! Bit sweet.”

As Rosey adjusted her sitting position, Parsnips came over and sat down next to her on the sofa. For a moment or two they said nothing and just sat comfortably but as the silence started to get awkward Rosey cleared her throat.

“So, got anything fun around here?”

“I got a Tv!”

Parsnips said, causing Rosey to become aware of the huge, expensive, slab of glass and metal hanging on his wall. She blinked a few times and then shook her head at missing such an obvious set piece.

“And a whole bunch of things to play, and stuff!”

Parsnips continued while pointing to a large cabinet full of DVDs, ornaments, board games and other such things. Some of which Rosey noticed was taken from the abandoned house down the road.

“Hm, never been into a lot of daytime TV. My tastes as an artist are just a little more refined than the common masses to be honest.”

“I got a really cozy kitchen that is great to bake with!”

“True but that’s more your thing.”

“My thing. Rosey’s thing, my thing, Rosey, Parsnip… Art! Could we paint each other?”

“That’s actually not a bad idea. I have never been a live model before.”

“But I have drawn you plenty of times so you’ve always been a model! I am gonna get my crayons, be back right back!”

With that Parsnips hopped down off the sofa and dashed out of the room. Rosey sat for a second with a faint blush as she thought over his words and how she could best be a model. It did not take her long to get an idea of what to do. Pulling off her sweater she folded it up and put it onto the back of the sofa before laying down and trying out a few different poses. At first she tried something tasteful, twisting herself into elegant shapes that hid her more lurid areas, but she quickly found it did not fit her style.

Rosey eventually settled on a relaxed and lounging position with parted legs. It felt comfortable and despite how exposed she was she did not feel any embarrassment either. Just as Rosey had settled down, Parsnips returned. He not only had paper, crayons and paint but he also carried a tray of tea and small cakes.

Rosey watched as he placed the tray and art supplies onto the table before reaching under it and pulling out a small easel. Taking one piece of paper he stuck it to the easel before pouring out two cups of tea and sliding one nearer to Rosey. With that all sorted he cracked his knuckles and opened a metal tin that had dozens of crayons inside. Peering over from behind the easel he stared at her for what felt like minutes before disappearing back behind it.

“You’re a very pretty model.”

“And you’re being very nice today.”

Rosey closed her eyes and let her head rest on her arms as Parsnips started to scribble away with his crayons. The house felt warm and the sofa soft. With the fresh herbal smell of the tea in the air mixing with the sweetness of the cakes as well, Rosey found herself becoming deeply relaxed. Soon the faint sound of scratching crayons was drowned out as rain began to fall and dance on the windows of the cottage. Opening her eyes for a moment Rosey found Parsnips ears to be poking over the top of the canvas. She smiled from how cute it was before closing her eyes again.

Some time later and the sound of crayons scratching away came to a halt. Parsnips clapped his hands together and stepped back to look over his canvas, and in doing so woke Rosey up from her daydreams. She sat up, stretched, and let out a little yawn before shaking the sleep from her mind. Reaching over she picked up the hot cup of tea from the table and blew on it for a second before taking a sip, and sighing. Sweet of course but fruity and herbal as well.

“All done?”

Rosey asked as Parsnips tilted his head this way and that behind the canvas.

“Yeppers, here you are!”

With that Parsnips took the paper and spun it around to show Rosey. It was not what she expected, not even what she could have expected. On the canvas was color and shapes, forms and patterns but so abstract that she could not help but stare endlessly in an attempt to figure it out.

“Beautiful.”


Rosey muttered as she reached over and took the picture.

“The use of pale pink that is nearly white brings pure, fresh, snow to mind but with a slight feminie touch to it. Yeah, yeah and this use of red for the lines and symbols sprawled across such pink snow has a sense of power and strength, perhaps even strong sexuality, while at the same time being so elegant and graceful that it enhances the feminie concepts. It's so raw, so striking, and yet so clearly… me. How did you do this?”

“I stared really hard, then closed my eyes and drew what I saw! Do you like it?!”

Parsnips asked as he hopped up and down on his heel.

“It is magnificent! I had no idea you were actually an artist.”

“Crayons are like cookies, simple and tasty but you can do anything with them!”

“Yes, I suppose you can.”

Rosey blinked for a second and then looked up from the painting.

“Oh fuck, I am starting to understand him.”

After putting her sweater back on, Rosey took the picture and hung it up on the wall.. It certainly was pretty and the more she looked at it the more she felt like she understood it, and herself, better. It was how Parsnips saw her after all, in some abstract way at least. Once she was done admiring herself she took a seat in front of the easel and enjoyed some of the cake while Parsnips got into position.

His choice in pose was oddly modest. Sitting upright with his hands resting on his knees and a cute smile on his face as he looked at Rosey with interest. She smiled back. It was not what she was expecting him to do, and in a way, that’s exactly what he was best at.

Looking across the many colors and shades of paint Rosey was unsure where to start. There were the literal connections such as his fur or eyes but he had done something so abstract that she wanted to at least attempt to match him. Pulling her eyes away from the art supplies she peeked her head around the easel, just as he had done, and stared at him. At first she just saw the obvious, his cute features, soft and round despite his gender, but the more she stared the more she started to understand. Ducking back behind the easel, Rosey laid out a whole rainbow of colors onto her palette and closed her eyes.

At first it was just confusing as Rosey did not know where she was painting or which color she was using but soon enough her slow and uncertain strokes began to turn into fluid motions. The more she pictured Parsnips in her head the more the ideas came to her. His shapes, his forms, his means, it all began to flow. It was not about the Parsnips she saw, but the Parsnips that he truly was. Her hands moved quickly, guided almost by some artistic spirit until she could control her passion any longer and she threw the brush away. Dropping her hands into the paint she continued to scrawl and scratch away at the canvas until sweat dripped from her body. Only then was she satisfied with her unseen creation.

“Well that was therapeutic.”

Rosey said as she opened her eyes and looked down to her blackened hands.

“Quite messy though, I will go clean up while the paint dries.”

Rosey continued as she carefully stood up and made her way to the kitchen. Turning on the hot water Rosey put her hands under the taps and watched as the sink slowly turned black. The oils were thick and stuck to her fur in clumps but after using some turpentine left by the sink it started to run off her as easily as the water. Once her hands were clear she splashed some water on her face and patted them both dry with a small towel.

Now refreshed, Rosey returned to the living room to find Parsnips looking at her painting. Ignoring him for the moment she sat herself down and took a sip of her tea before letting out a content sigh.

“This was a great idea, I feel so much better already.”

“Did you look at the painting?”

“Not yet.”

Rosey replied as she looked down to her pink tinged tea.

“It’s very pretty, come have a look.”

“In a minute. Did you make these cakes yourself?”

Rosey asked as Parsnips took the painting off the easel and walked over to her. Rosey continued to look down, at first at her tea and then at his paws before raising her eyes up just a little more to the edge of the black canvas. Slowly she looked up and when her eyes finally looked upon her creation she relaxed.

“Oh, that’s not actually that bad. I was expecting a trainwreck for how crazy I went.”

Rosey chuckled as she looked over the painting. There were twisting pink and yellow lines cutting through a black and endless void. The two colors mixed so deep that you could not tell where one started and the other ended. In the center of all of it as well was an odd gold symbol that Rosey herself did not really understand. It just felt right to her. And she liked looking at it. After staring intensely at her work for some time she broke her eyes away and shook her head before drinking the rest of the tea.

“Not a bad way to spend the morning. Want to go take a bath together?”

“Oh yes please, we can play submarines!”

Parsnips quickly tossed the painting onto the wall, next to the other one, before galloping out of the room. Rosey rolled her eyes and after taking a second glance at the paintings went to follow him. As the door closed behind her the loosely hung pictures slipped slightly, and knocked into each other. ", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Parsnip Chapter 7 - Somnia", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "8", "views": "2471" }