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Rubbing her bare paws into the carpet she found the floor to feel softer and more comfortable than normal and sniffing the air she could almost smell the forest, a mixture of flowers and grass. \n\n“About time he cleaned the house for once, but what is with this set dressing?”\n\nRosey mused to herself as she looked over the forest backdrop. Even the ceiling had stretches of paper chains running along it like vines. As she turned her head around she spotted the door. It had been decorated top to bottom to look like a giant tree, and at its base was a hole leading outside. Heading over she crouched down and looked inside the square opening to find it dark and quiet. On the floor however was a sticky note. \n\n“Dearest Rosey! I hope this letter finds you super duper this morrow for I, Sir Cupcakes Marzipan the third have discovered the entu… entre… entrance to the long lost ruins of Carcosa! Take heed for a long and great adventure awaits if you choose to follow.”\n\nRosey clicked her tongue and cracked a smile as she read the poorly scrawled sticky note.\n\n“So dorky.”\n\nSticking the note to her arm Rosey ducked under the cardboard tree and crawled into the small hole. It led straight ahead but quickly got dark until Rosey could not see an inch in front of herself. Unsure where to go she simply kept crawling on into the dark until suddenly her hand reached forward and found no floor. She fell forward, harmlessly landing on her arms as she began to slide down a smooth plastic slope in the dark. Panicked, Rosey attempted to slow herself but in doing so made herself roll and spin until she did not know which way she was sliding anymore. \n\nAt the bottom she came to a rough stop on the soft cardboard. Sitting up she stopped her eyes from spinning before beholding a large cardboard cave lit up with strings of pink fairy lights. Yellow shapes were carved into the rocky walls but no matter how much Rosey stared at these scribbles they did not seem to make any amount of sense. \n\nThe cardboard ceiling was higher than the tunnel, not enough to stand but Rosey could kneel without her head having to duck down. On the other end of the illuminated cave were two tunnels, less square than the one she had first entered. Crawling over Rosey took the left path at random. At first it was straight but then began to go uphill, just as Rosey had started to climb it then reversed direction and went downwards. A few more bumps later and Rosey found herself in a dead end. A small conical room with a bright light coming from up high. Most of this room was taken up by a ‘pool’ of water which turned out to be blue plastic. Small pillars sat around this pool while small butterflies sat on the pillars.\n\n“Someone has been busy.”\n\nRosey muttered as she spotted another sticky note. \n\n“Two moons must sink beneath the lake. Only then will the shadows come.”\n\nRosey blinked a few times at the sticky note before sticking it onto her arm.\n\n“He sure knows how to keep me entertained.”\n\n\nRosey remarked as she began to head back through the winding tunnel to the larger cave. Once she had reached this area she took the other path and entered into a smaller tunnel that curved gently to the right. After a short crawl Rosey came out in what looked like another forest clearing. The sides were all old trees, the ceiling high up and lit with several lights to give a soft and sunny feel. On the other side of this clearing was several brown boxes. One was small and did not have a lid but did have two white circles drawn on either side. The other was bigger and had a lid loosely taped down. Another four jutted out from the corners of the biggest box, splayed evenly in each direction. \n\nScratching at the tape Rosey eventually peeled it back and tore open the lid to find a ton of red tissue paper and streamers. Sinking her hands deep into the tissues she rummaged around and found lumps and pieces of paper stuck together into various shapes. Having no use for them Rosey threw them behind her as she dug into the box, scattering handfuls of red around the green forest. Eventually she found something different. Two small white marbles that sat at the bottom of the box. Looking them over she found them polished and smooth. \n\n“Less of a puzzle and more of a… kid’s game show feel but he must have worked hard on it.”\n\nRosey said as she shook the tissues of her arms and left the stained clearing. Moving past the main cave Rosey went back down the left tunnel, up and down the bumps, before finally returning to the lake once more. Leaning over the ‘water’ she found a small hole in the center. Dropping the marbles into the lake she sat back and looked around for some change. Sure enough the cardboard began to shake and shudder as the light above flickered. \n\n“Parsnips? That you?”\n\nThe shaking stopped for a second.\n\n“No…” \n\nA voice called back from outside of the cardboard world before the shaking continued for another few seconds. Once it stopped the light bulb went out and Rosey could see that there were other yellow drawings scrawled on the pillars, written in glow in the dark markers. They looked like eyes almost. Being impressed with Parsnips creativity she left the lake and went back to the main cave where she found that there was now a third tunnel between the two.\n\nSmall dim fairy lights poked out here and there from the cracks in the tunnel but despite the light everything had been colored so darkly that she could see nothing but a length of black stretching ahead of her. \n\n“Shadows. I get it.”\n\nAs Rosey headed into the tunnel of shadows a piece of cardboard slid down behind her, sealing the way back. She did not notice this however and continued along her way. The heavily colored cardboard felt soft under her hands and knees, the smell of crayons and markers as faint as the smell of soil and stone. The tunnel grew smaller and smaller as it went until she had to pull herself along on her stomach. Finally, just as the tunnel became uncomfortably small Rosey reached the end. Pushing some grey pillows out of the way she scrambled out of the small hole. \n\nAfter letting out a sigh of relief Rosey sat in the pitch black room for a moment until the lights came on. It poured through grey circles on the round, dome-like ceiling above her, casting a soft and silver glow over the area. Infront of her was a huge river that cut straight through the way forward, the dark plastic ‘water’ looking increasingly ominous in the dim light. Approaching it Rosey found another sticky note set on a small plastic skull. \n\n“Strange are the moons of Carcosa for they circle the sky like the many eyes of the true king. Stranger still are the black stars that rise when the forest grows cold. Follow their tears.” \n\nRosey looked over the note, rereading it over and over until she tilted her head. \n\n“What?”\n\nSticking the note to her arm she looked out at the ‘river’ in the way. It was so wide that even if she could stand up she could not manage to jump across. There were no platformers or stepping stones either. Getting closer to the edge she looked down at her reflection in the shiny plastic. Turning her head to the right and left she then looked up to the many moons glowing above her.\n\n“There are no stars. How do you follow something that does not exist?” \n\nRosey asked herself as she sat back and thought to herself. It was surely a riddle but since it came from Parsnips the answer could be just as confusing and nonsensical as the question. Rosey stared up at the moons above her, the words of the note echoing around in her head, but no matter how much she thought or looked, nothing came to mind. \n\n“Maybe I could just skip this one.”\n\nRosey said as she knelt by the river and reached a hand over to the water. Before it made contact a shiver ran up her arm and down her body. Her fingers twitched and Rosey pulled her hand away. Sitting back she let out a loud and annoyed groan. \n\n“What do you want from me?” \n\nShe shouted up to the largest moon. It did not answer. Defeated, Rosey fell back and lay down on the soft cardboard. Closing her eyes she tried to concentrate and think on what kind of logic Parsnips follows. He was energetic, a bit random, and never broke a promise. Surely he would not make a game that was impossible to win, so what was it, what was the trick that would allow her to pass? \n\nSuddenly an idea came to mind. Snapping open her eyes she looked up to the dome above her. It was there that she noticed it, the edge of the moons were not clean lines. Standing up she looked closely and found that the ceiling was in fact plastic, with the moons being the unpainted areas. Reaching up to the sky she scratched away at the black night sky between the moons. As she did so small flakes of black paint came off, showering her and the land below in a smattering of star shaped dots. Once she had scratched away at as much as she could, Rosey turned and found that the white dots formed a pattern across the river. Stepping stones!\n\nFrom one to another she hopped until she reached the other side. Letting out a happy squeal at having figured out the puzzle Rosey giggled to herself and hopped in circles before blushing. Composing herself she turned her eyes to the way forward. \n\n“You’re smart, I will give you that. Way more than I had thought but you won’t beat me!” \n\nRosey called out before ducking into the dimly lit tunnel and quickly crawling her way into the darkness. Once more the floor gave out but this time Rosey just giggled and laughed as she slid down deeper into the dark tunnels. At the end she was dropped into a small egg shaped room with a thick layer of cozy blankets covering the floor. Pulling herself up she looked around and found that there was nothing but a single box in the middle of this small space. And on that box, a sticky note.\n\n“On kingly tatters you sit, eyes open but dreaming. Shed no tears and just speak the truth. Let your soul sing! What were you?”\n\n“Many things I would think.” \n\nRosey said out loud. After sticking the note to her arm she looked over the box. It was familiar, old, with faded tape and crayon drawings covering the outside. Though what the drawings depicted were beyond her. Running her fingers along the thick lid she found that the old tape had dried to the point of being little more than straw tightly bound to the cardboard. Pulling it loose, she took hold of the lid and slowly took it off. \n\nInside were toys, pictures, and photos all belonging to what seemed to be a child. Reaching into the box Rosey took hold of the nearest thing and pulled it out. A crayon drawing of an apartment, grey and boring, nestled between many other boring and grey buildings. There was no sun in the sky, no people, just concrete. It seemed familiar. Putting it down next to her, Rosey reached in and brought out a small wooden box. Blackened at the edges and with a tarnished silver trim it seemed to have gone through better days. \n\nOpening up the small wooden box revealed bottle caps. Each one had a different color and design, each from a different bottle, but Rosey noticed that they were all from various types of alcohol. Mostly beer but with some exceptions sprinkled in. Closing the wooden box Rosey put it down on the blankets next to the picture and peered deeper into the cardboard box. There were scraps of pink cloth and buttons. Crayon drawings showing a road under a grey and cold sky, \n\nPushing it all aside Rosey reached down deep and plucked an old polaroid photo from the bottom. It was faded and worn around the edges but the picture was all too clear. A young girl stood alone in a snow bitten alleyway, the torn scraps of a dress slipping off her withered body as she looked to the camera with tired and unseeing eyes. In her arms, she clutched tightly a plush toy rabbit with bright pink fur and a cute button nose, rosey cheeks and a pair of plastic glasses sewn onto the head. On the blank space under the photo, written in yellow, were the words:\n“Lerose Bunner - 1971 - 1983”\n\n“I was dead…”\n\nRosey continued to stare at the photo as the room around her cracked and split open, the top half hitting the grass softly before crumbling into dust. No tears came. She felt no pain but there was a deep sense of unease and confusion, an emotion that was beyond any words she knew how to speak. \n\nLifting her eyes away from the photo she found a great black beast to be looking back down at her. It sat with glowing yellow eyes and regal horns of the same nature. Despite these antlers it was otherwise a wild rabbit, one with fur like tar and glowing yellow runes etched across its body as if there was an inner light escaping from him. Rosey felt no fear from such a beast and as it stepped into her egg and nuzzled her cheek against its own she only felt comfort. \n\n“Why don’t I feel upset?”\n\nRosey asked as she plucked one question from the many in her mind.\n\n“I crushed your sadness, fear and pain into juice, and you drank it all away.”\n\nThe creature spoke back, without moving its mouth. The voice was no different to Parsnips, cute and sweet to listen to if a little odd that it was coming from a guy. In this case, even more odd. \n\n“So that was not a dream?”\n\n“It was, and wasn’t. Reality is made up of tasty layers, like a delicious cake! Most people can only see, or imagine, a new layer but as I am a tip top baker I can create new ones! Your old layer was banana and raisins.” \n\nParsnips replied as he extended a tongue as long as her forearm and dragged it across her shoulder. Rosey leaned into the heat pouring off of him, his touch making her body itch. \n\n“I don’t get it, why go so far just for me. You’re… So much, more, than I am.”\n\n“You’re young, I was young once too. But I learned to bake and sing and see all the things. You will too, in time. Besides, silly, I love you. I have always loved you.” \n\nRosey softly took hold of his head. His fur felt smooth, silky almost, and despite the way it flowed like liquid it actually was dry to the touch. She looked into his eyes. The small radiant pools of yellow light shone like the sun but did not hurt to look at, they were both deep and simple. He was different to the other Parsnips, but in many places it was also the same. She pulled him to her, bumping noses softly, before placing her lips against his. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his tongue, faintly glowing slime running down her chin as he pushed more and more into her. She went loose, head tilting back as he crammed his tongue down her throat and orally made love with her. \n\nThis continued for some time until Rosey was not able to sit still anymore. Patting his head a few times Parsnips pulled himself from her. She panted, swallowing the sweet tasting slime that covered her mouth and tongue before licking her lips clean. \n\n“I am so horny right now.”\n\nRosey groaned as she rubbed her legs together.\n\n“But I didn’t give you horns?” \n\n“Uh, shut up and lay down for me.”\n\nRosey firmly gave his shoulder a push and despite his large size he easily rolled backwards onto the pillows and blankets. Crawling closer to him Rosey swung a leg over his body and sat down on his chest, his odd feeling fur tickling her tail. Reaching down she ran her fingers over his erection to find it the same size as the other Parsnips, only now it was more yellow in color and had a deep thrumming heat that could be felt even at a distance. Lifting it up to her mouth, she ran her tongue in circles around the end before sinking down some way and sucking on it eagerly. \n\nRosey could feel his heat grow as she took her time enjoying his sweet taste. Her legs felt hot next to his chest, her hand sweaty as it balanced on his stomach and her sex burned with desire as he breathed across it. Drowning in her passions, Rosey did not realize just how much of him she was sucking until chin felt hot on his fur. All it took was a single lick from Parsnips to make Rosey bolt upright, pulling him out of her throat as she did so in one long and wet motion. Dragging herself forward she reached his legs and carefully spun herself around so that she was facing him, crawling back towards him she sat herself down right in the middle of his heavy dick. The heat was intense and she could feel her heart pulse through her sex. Even this simple touch was enough to make her head spin and mouth water. \n\nSuddenly she felt something odd and looking down she found black tendrils running up her body, wrapping around her waist and chest as they did so. Looking around she found that they were part of Parsnips, sort of like tails that could split and grow as he pleased. They felt nice against her skinny body and comforting in the way they held her. As she thought of getting started though they began to move to help her, taking most of her weight off her movements and allowing her to much more easily line herself up with her now feral shaped boyfriend. They did not take the lead however and only moved as she wanted them to, somehow understanding her desires without a word spoken. With their help she sank down slow and smoothly in one long and pleasurable motion. As her spread pussy touched his fur, she came. Hips rocking back and forth as she held her breath. \n\nAs the high faded Rosey leaned back and let out her breath in one long, hot, sigh. She watched as it faded into the sky above before turning her eyes down to Parsnips, who lay looking at her cutely. She grinned. Putting a hand on her hip she began to rock back and forth, then in circles, until she found a gentle yet consistent pace. His tails continued to aid her, easing every movement and allowing her to bounce or rock in ways her legs could normally never do on their own. \n\nRosey’s body grew hot, almost matching Parsnips as her slow and playful rocking turned to increasingly needy bounces. His tails held her tighter as she moved quicker and quicker. They pulled on her tail. Squeezed her chest and neck as they continued to wrap around more and more of her. As they reached her head they ran along her chin and flowed into her open, panting mouth. Swirling around her tongue, she moaned and returned the gesture, sloppily making out with the tendrils as they began to cradle her sweating body. Closing her eyes she found that they felt almost like hands, dozens on dozens of hands, all rubbing up and down her fur. All she had to do was think and they would follow. \n\nHer orgasms came and went, time ticked on and just as the sun was setting Parsnips let go and flooded her with his steaming hot yellow seed. She did not feel tired. Relaxed, hungry and perhaps more than a bit thirsty but her body did not ache in the slightest. Even so she decided to take the rest of evening peacefully laying beside her now fully realized lover. The soft blankets within her egg smelled homely, like a distant memory, while Parsnips was so warm that the night’s chill stood no chance in defeating it. With her head resting on his side they watched as the sun fell behind the horizon. And in its place, two moons began to rise. One larger than the other, one older, but the smaller was special and had a core the other lacked. Both were needed to keep the cosmic dance of the planets in motion, and Rosey knew that. But she only now realized how she knew it. Suddenly a wave of fatigue washed over her, her eyes growing soft, as she continued to look at the starless sky above. She could feel Parsnips breathing under her head, his warmth perfectly comfortable. Blinking a few times, she closed her eyes and fell into a cozy rest. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A quiet sun rises over the empty countryside. Flowers shiver in the cold morning breeze as petals spread and search for warmth. But for one Rose, she lay comfy and cozy in her soft bed. Open eyes stared upwards at the ceiling for a minute more before sitting up and stretching, wide awake and well rested. Looking next to her she found Parsnips missing. Not too uncommon of a sight some days but there was no smell of cooking or baking this morning either.

Stepping out of her bed she scratched and stretched her bare body before realizing that the room had changed. All around were cardboard panels and pieces to make it look like a forest clearing. Even the bed had a few additions to the base of it to give it a stone slab sort of style. Rubbing her bare paws into the carpet she found the floor to feel softer and more comfortable than normal and sniffing the air she could almost smell the forest, a mixture of flowers and grass.

“About time he cleaned the house for once, but what is with this set dressing?”

Rosey mused to herself as she looked over the forest backdrop. Even the ceiling had stretches of paper chains running along it like vines. As she turned her head around she spotted the door. It had been decorated top to bottom to look like a giant tree, and at its base was a hole leading outside. Heading over she crouched down and looked inside the square opening to find it dark and quiet. On the floor however was a sticky note.

“Dearest Rosey! I hope this letter finds you super duper this morrow for I, Sir Cupcakes Marzipan the third have discovered the entu… entre… entrance to the long lost ruins of Carcosa! Take heed for a long and great adventure awaits if you choose to follow.”

Rosey clicked her tongue and cracked a smile as she read the poorly scrawled sticky note.

“So dorky.”

Sticking the note to her arm Rosey ducked under the cardboard tree and crawled into the small hole. It led straight ahead but quickly got dark until Rosey could not see an inch in front of herself. Unsure where to go she simply kept crawling on into the dark until suddenly her hand reached forward and found no floor. She fell forward, harmlessly landing on her arms as she began to slide down a smooth plastic slope in the dark. Panicked, Rosey attempted to slow herself but in doing so made herself roll and spin until she did not know which way she was sliding anymore.

At the bottom she came to a rough stop on the soft cardboard. Sitting up she stopped her eyes from spinning before beholding a large cardboard cave lit up with strings of pink fairy lights. Yellow shapes were carved into the rocky walls but no matter how much Rosey stared at these scribbles they did not seem to make any amount of sense.

The cardboard ceiling was higher than the tunnel, not enough to stand but Rosey could kneel without her head having to duck down. On the other end of the illuminated cave were two tunnels, less square than the one she had first entered. Crawling over Rosey took the left path at random. At first it was straight but then began to go uphill, just as Rosey had started to climb it then reversed direction and went downwards. A few more bumps later and Rosey found herself in a dead end. A small conical room with a bright light coming from up high. Most of this room was taken up by a ‘pool’ of water which turned out to be blue plastic. Small pillars sat around this pool while small butterflies sat on the pillars.

“Someone has been busy.”

Rosey muttered as she spotted another sticky note.

“Two moons must sink beneath the lake. Only then will the shadows come.”

Rosey blinked a few times at the sticky note before sticking it onto her arm.

“He sure knows how to keep me entertained.”


Rosey remarked as she began to head back through the winding tunnel to the larger cave. Once she had reached this area she took the other path and entered into a smaller tunnel that curved gently to the right. After a short crawl Rosey came out in what looked like another forest clearing. The sides were all old trees, the ceiling high up and lit with several lights to give a soft and sunny feel. On the other side of this clearing was several brown boxes. One was small and did not have a lid but did have two white circles drawn on either side. The other was bigger and had a lid loosely taped down. Another four jutted out from the corners of the biggest box, splayed evenly in each direction.

Scratching at the tape Rosey eventually peeled it back and tore open the lid to find a ton of red tissue paper and streamers. Sinking her hands deep into the tissues she rummaged around and found lumps and pieces of paper stuck together into various shapes. Having no use for them Rosey threw them behind her as she dug into the box, scattering handfuls of red around the green forest. Eventually she found something different. Two small white marbles that sat at the bottom of the box. Looking them over she found them polished and smooth.

“Less of a puzzle and more of a… kid’s game show feel but he must have worked hard on it.”

Rosey said as she shook the tissues of her arms and left the stained clearing. Moving past the main cave Rosey went back down the left tunnel, up and down the bumps, before finally returning to the lake once more. Leaning over the ‘water’ she found a small hole in the center. Dropping the marbles into the lake she sat back and looked around for some change. Sure enough the cardboard began to shake and shudder as the light above flickered.

“Parsnips? That you?”

The shaking stopped for a second.

“No…”

A voice called back from outside of the cardboard world before the shaking continued for another few seconds. Once it stopped the light bulb went out and Rosey could see that there were other yellow drawings scrawled on the pillars, written in glow in the dark markers. They looked like eyes almost. Being impressed with Parsnips creativity she left the lake and went back to the main cave where she found that there was now a third tunnel between the two.

Small dim fairy lights poked out here and there from the cracks in the tunnel but despite the light everything had been colored so darkly that she could see nothing but a length of black stretching ahead of her.

“Shadows. I get it.”

As Rosey headed into the tunnel of shadows a piece of cardboard slid down behind her, sealing the way back. She did not notice this however and continued along her way. The heavily colored cardboard felt soft under her hands and knees, the smell of crayons and markers as faint as the smell of soil and stone. The tunnel grew smaller and smaller as it went until she had to pull herself along on her stomach. Finally, just as the tunnel became uncomfortably small Rosey reached the end. Pushing some grey pillows out of the way she scrambled out of the small hole.

After letting out a sigh of relief Rosey sat in the pitch black room for a moment until the lights came on. It poured through grey circles on the round, dome-like ceiling above her, casting a soft and silver glow over the area. Infront of her was a huge river that cut straight through the way forward, the dark plastic ‘water’ looking increasingly ominous in the dim light. Approaching it Rosey found another sticky note set on a small plastic skull.

“Strange are the moons of Carcosa for they circle the sky like the many eyes of the true king. Stranger still are the black stars that rise when the forest grows cold. Follow their tears.”

Rosey looked over the note, rereading it over and over until she tilted her head.

“What?”

Sticking the note to her arm she looked out at the ‘river’ in the way. It was so wide that even if she could stand up she could not manage to jump across. There were no platformers or stepping stones either. Getting closer to the edge she looked down at her reflection in the shiny plastic. Turning her head to the right and left she then looked up to the many moons glowing above her.

“There are no stars. How do you follow something that does not exist?”

Rosey asked herself as she sat back and thought to herself. It was surely a riddle but since it came from Parsnips the answer could be just as confusing and nonsensical as the question. Rosey stared up at the moons above her, the words of the note echoing around in her head, but no matter how much she thought or looked, nothing came to mind.

“Maybe I could just skip this one.”

Rosey said as she knelt by the river and reached a hand over to the water. Before it made contact a shiver ran up her arm and down her body. Her fingers twitched and Rosey pulled her hand away. Sitting back she let out a loud and annoyed groan.

“What do you want from me?”

She shouted up to the largest moon. It did not answer. Defeated, Rosey fell back and lay down on the soft cardboard. Closing her eyes she tried to concentrate and think on what kind of logic Parsnips follows. He was energetic, a bit random, and never broke a promise. Surely he would not make a game that was impossible to win, so what was it, what was the trick that would allow her to pass?

Suddenly an idea came to mind. Snapping open her eyes she looked up to the dome above her. It was there that she noticed it, the edge of the moons were not clean lines. Standing up she looked closely and found that the ceiling was in fact plastic, with the moons being the unpainted areas. Reaching up to the sky she scratched away at the black night sky between the moons. As she did so small flakes of black paint came off, showering her and the land below in a smattering of star shaped dots. Once she had scratched away at as much as she could, Rosey turned and found that the white dots formed a pattern across the river. Stepping stones!

From one to another she hopped until she reached the other side. Letting out a happy squeal at having figured out the puzzle Rosey giggled to herself and hopped in circles before blushing. Composing herself she turned her eyes to the way forward.

“You’re smart, I will give you that. Way more than I had thought but you won’t beat me!”

Rosey called out before ducking into the dimly lit tunnel and quickly crawling her way into the darkness. Once more the floor gave out but this time Rosey just giggled and laughed as she slid down deeper into the dark tunnels. At the end she was dropped into a small egg shaped room with a thick layer of cozy blankets covering the floor. Pulling herself up she looked around and found that there was nothing but a single box in the middle of this small space. And on that box, a sticky note.

“On kingly tatters you sit, eyes open but dreaming. Shed no tears and just speak the truth. Let your soul sing! What were you?”

“Many things I would think.”

Rosey said out loud. After sticking the note to her arm she looked over the box. It was familiar, old, with faded tape and crayon drawings covering the outside. Though what the drawings depicted were beyond her. Running her fingers along the thick lid she found that the old tape had dried to the point of being little more than straw tightly bound to the cardboard. Pulling it loose, she took hold of the lid and slowly took it off.

Inside were toys, pictures, and photos all belonging to what seemed to be a child. Reaching into the box Rosey took hold of the nearest thing and pulled it out. A crayon drawing of an apartment, grey and boring, nestled between many other boring and grey buildings. There was no sun in the sky, no people, just concrete. It seemed familiar. Putting it down next to her, Rosey reached in and brought out a small wooden box. Blackened at the edges and with a tarnished silver trim it seemed to have gone through better days.

Opening up the small wooden box revealed bottle caps. Each one had a different color and design, each from a different bottle, but Rosey noticed that they were all from various types of alcohol. Mostly beer but with some exceptions sprinkled in. Closing the wooden box Rosey put it down on the blankets next to the picture and peered deeper into the cardboard box. There were scraps of pink cloth and buttons. Crayon drawings showing a road under a grey and cold sky,

Pushing it all aside Rosey reached down deep and plucked an old polaroid photo from the bottom. It was faded and worn around the edges but the picture was all too clear. A young girl stood alone in a snow bitten alleyway, the torn scraps of a dress slipping off her withered body as she looked to the camera with tired and unseeing eyes. In her arms, she clutched tightly a plush toy rabbit with bright pink fur and a cute button nose, rosey cheeks and a pair of plastic glasses sewn onto the head. On the blank space under the photo, written in yellow, were the words:
“Lerose Bunner - 1971 - 1983”

“I was dead…”

Rosey continued to stare at the photo as the room around her cracked and split open, the top half hitting the grass softly before crumbling into dust. No tears came. She felt no pain but there was a deep sense of unease and confusion, an emotion that was beyond any words she knew how to speak.

Lifting her eyes away from the photo she found a great black beast to be looking back down at her. It sat with glowing yellow eyes and regal horns of the same nature. Despite these antlers it was otherwise a wild rabbit, one with fur like tar and glowing yellow runes etched across its body as if there was an inner light escaping from him. Rosey felt no fear from such a beast and as it stepped into her egg and nuzzled her cheek against its own she only felt comfort.

“Why don’t I feel upset?”

Rosey asked as she plucked one question from the many in her mind.

“I crushed your sadness, fear and pain into juice, and you drank it all away.”

The creature spoke back, without moving its mouth. The voice was no different to Parsnips, cute and sweet to listen to if a little odd that it was coming from a guy. In this case, even more odd.

“So that was not a dream?”

“It was, and wasn’t. Reality is made up of tasty layers, like a delicious cake! Most people can only see, or imagine, a new layer but as I am a tip top baker I can create new ones! Your old layer was banana and raisins.”

Parsnips replied as he extended a tongue as long as her forearm and dragged it across her shoulder. Rosey leaned into the heat pouring off of him, his touch making her body itch.

“I don’t get it, why go so far just for me. You’re… So much, more, than I am.”

“You’re young, I was young once too. But I learned to bake and sing and see all the things. You will too, in time. Besides, silly, I love you. I have always loved you.”

Rosey softly took hold of his head. His fur felt smooth, silky almost, and despite the way it flowed like liquid it actually was dry to the touch. She looked into his eyes. The small radiant pools of yellow light shone like the sun but did not hurt to look at, they were both deep and simple. He was different to the other Parsnips, but in many places it was also the same. She pulled him to her, bumping noses softly, before placing her lips against his. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his tongue, faintly glowing slime running down her chin as he pushed more and more into her. She went loose, head tilting back as he crammed his tongue down her throat and orally made love with her.

This continued for some time until Rosey was not able to sit still anymore. Patting his head a few times Parsnips pulled himself from her. She panted, swallowing the sweet tasting slime that covered her mouth and tongue before licking her lips clean.

“I am so horny right now.”

Rosey groaned as she rubbed her legs together.

“But I didn’t give you horns?”

“Uh, shut up and lay down for me.”

Rosey firmly gave his shoulder a push and despite his large size he easily rolled backwards onto the pillows and blankets. Crawling closer to him Rosey swung a leg over his body and sat down on his chest, his odd feeling fur tickling her tail. Reaching down she ran her fingers over his erection to find it the same size as the other Parsnips, only now it was more yellow in color and had a deep thrumming heat that could be felt even at a distance. Lifting it up to her mouth, she ran her tongue in circles around the end before sinking down some way and sucking on it eagerly.

Rosey could feel his heat grow as she took her time enjoying his sweet taste. Her legs felt hot next to his chest, her hand sweaty as it balanced on his stomach and her sex burned with desire as he breathed across it. Drowning in her passions, Rosey did not realize just how much of him she was sucking until chin felt hot on his fur. All it took was a single lick from Parsnips to make Rosey bolt upright, pulling him out of her throat as she did so in one long and wet motion. Dragging herself forward she reached his legs and carefully spun herself around so that she was facing him, crawling back towards him she sat herself down right in the middle of his heavy dick. The heat was intense and she could feel her heart pulse through her sex. Even this simple touch was enough to make her head spin and mouth water.

Suddenly she felt something odd and looking down she found black tendrils running up her body, wrapping around her waist and chest as they did so. Looking around she found that they were part of Parsnips, sort of like tails that could split and grow as he pleased. They felt nice against her skinny body and comforting in the way they held her. As she thought of getting started though they began to move to help her, taking most of her weight off her movements and allowing her to much more easily line herself up with her now feral shaped boyfriend. They did not take the lead however and only moved as she wanted them to, somehow understanding her desires without a word spoken. With their help she sank down slow and smoothly in one long and pleasurable motion. As her spread pussy touched his fur, she came. Hips rocking back and forth as she held her breath.

As the high faded Rosey leaned back and let out her breath in one long, hot, sigh. She watched as it faded into the sky above before turning her eyes down to Parsnips, who lay looking at her cutely. She grinned. Putting a hand on her hip she began to rock back and forth, then in circles, until she found a gentle yet consistent pace. His tails continued to aid her, easing every movement and allowing her to bounce or rock in ways her legs could normally never do on their own.

Rosey’s body grew hot, almost matching Parsnips as her slow and playful rocking turned to increasingly needy bounces. His tails held her tighter as she moved quicker and quicker. They pulled on her tail. Squeezed her chest and neck as they continued to wrap around more and more of her. As they reached her head they ran along her chin and flowed into her open, panting mouth. Swirling around her tongue, she moaned and returned the gesture, sloppily making out with the tendrils as they began to cradle her sweating body. Closing her eyes she found that they felt almost like hands, dozens on dozens of hands, all rubbing up and down her fur. All she had to do was think and they would follow.

Her orgasms came and went, time ticked on and just as the sun was setting Parsnips let go and flooded her with his steaming hot yellow seed. She did not feel tired. Relaxed, hungry and perhaps more than a bit thirsty but her body did not ache in the slightest. Even so she decided to take the rest of evening peacefully laying beside her now fully realized lover. The soft blankets within her egg smelled homely, like a distant memory, while Parsnips was so warm that the night’s chill stood no chance in defeating it. With her head resting on his side they watched as the sun fell behind the horizon. And in its place, two moons began to rise. One larger than the other, one older, but the smaller was special and had a core the other lacked. Both were needed to keep the cosmic dance of the planets in motion, and Rosey knew that. But she only now realized how she knew it. Suddenly a wave of fatigue washed over her, her eyes growing soft, as she continued to look at the starless sky above. She could feel Parsnips breathing under her head, his warmth perfectly comfortable. Blinking a few times, she closed her eyes and fell into a cozy rest. ", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Parsnip Chapter 8 - Awoken", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "6", "views": "1697" }