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She traced her fingers along the gold metal before reaching up and touching the side of her head. A vague memory came back to her in pieces. The forest. The sound of water. And darkness. Rosemary could feel a scar under her fur but it was so faint that it would be impossible to see. \n\n“So I’ve finally died?” Rosemary muttered happily. \n\nAfter putting her glasses on she tossed the blanket away and hopped straight out of bed. Her legs shook and she reached out her arms to aid in keeping balance. After her body remembered how to stand and walk on its own Rosemary found a particularly strange sensation in her bones. She stretched out her arms and then her legs, rotated her shoulders and rolled her neck around to find herself limber and flexible. Rosemary ran her hands down her stomach to find herself still skinny but far more dense and healthy than what her fragmented memories showed. She could remember herself like a stick. 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It was faint due to the distance between them but she could just about hear them humming a pleasant tune. It felt familiar to her as if she had heard it many times. \n\nAfter sneaking out of the door she took a few steps into the living room before becoming shy. The pink rabbit was too preoccupied with their humming and ingredients to notice her at least. Taking a side route past the coffee table, her leg bumped against a basket full of knitting supplies and threads. Nearby as well, tucked under the table, was an art easel. Ducking down she found many paints and brushes too. Some of the brushes had dense bristles with a high quality feel while many others had a wide form but there were a few more with a fine tip. \n\n“I’ve always wanted a brush set like that.” Rosemary thought to herself. \n\nStanding up again she then continued on over to the window. \n\nThe wooden window easily slid open with barely a noise. \nRosemary held onto the window sill as she leaned out and took in her location. She found herself several floors up in an apartment building, and yet all around her was wilderness. Misty trees and a large wooden fence, well tended gardens, and little wooden huts. Rosemary peered down at the countless members of the Commune as they went about their business. Most were tending to bushes heavy with small yellow berries and although Rosemary was too far to see the berries themselves she could see them glinting in the warm morning sun. \n\n“They grow light? 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It was well framed and had good artistic merit. \n\nHeading past the coffee table, she walked over to the kitchen before knocking on the wall. The girly rabbit’s long ears twitched and they turned around quickly. Rosemary found them even cuter in person with soft features and a round, fluffy face. They were just as flat chested as herself as well which Rosemary quite liked. Pudding continued to stare at her for a moment before his eyes lit up like stars and a big smile formed. \n\n“Hello!” He said excitedly. \n\n“Bonjour.” Rosemary replied. \n\nThe pair continued to take in the sight of each other. Pudding loved that he could finally see her eyes and he took the time to memorise every detail. Her iris was a soft purple, and the whites were like pearls. No doubt due to the bountiful amount of rest she has had the past month. Rosemary’s resting expression was both relaxed and yet sharp, with lazy eyes that were tensed just so as if she was judging the entire world. 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In the other was orange juice. \n\n“Hm.” Rosemary muttered curiously. \nEverything he had made her was her favourite options for breakfast.\n\nShe chose the wine first. It was sweet and crisp with rich, fruity, flavours and an undertone of honey. A perfect breakfast wine that was easy to drink while also complementing sweet flavours well. With her tasing done she began to eat and it was only then she realised how hungry she was. After tearing through half of her plate she looked up to find Pudding was sitting beside her with a stack of pancakes, several cupcakes and enough syrup to put someone into a coma. \n\nRosemary wiped her mouth with a napkin and took another long sip of wine. \n\n“So to whom do I have the pleasure of calling my roommate?” \nShe asked politely. \n\n“Pudding. And we’re Soulmates, not roommates!” He said with a giggle. \nThe sound of that soft laugh cut through Rosemary and made her heart skip a beat. \n\n“Is that literal, or more of a wonderful metaphor?” She asked.\n\n“Hmm a bit of both. It means we are bonded and always be together.” \n\n“Ah, I see..” \nRosemary replied as she gazed over Pudding’s exposed shoulders. \n“And if you would give me the pleasure, to what do you call this place?” \n\n“Pantry, or if you mean the building, then we call it Home.” \n\n“How romantic, a singular construction of civilised design to lay your head when tired and a whole world of gardens and trees to frill about the days. A Home, what better a name.” \nRosemary mused before finishing her wine. \n\n“You talk all pretty.” Pudding said sweetly.\n“Oh and your name is Rosemary. Um, I think I forgot the list of questions I was supposed to ask about what you remember. So if there is anything you need to know just ask!” \n\n“A guide and guardian in a pink apron.” \nRosemary said with a smirk as she shook her head in amusement. \n“As for my name. It is a better one than my last, and has quite the pleasant feel.” \n\n“I’m glad you like it!” Pudding replied happily. \n\n“Hm. I do apologise for the droll questioning but my memory is like a handful of confetti. I suspect due to the charming ride down the river I took, or perhaps just due to the nature of this place. Do you happen to know anything about that?” \nRosemary asked politely. \n\n“Not much! You were out camping and slipped into the river. Your fire burned up most of your stuff but I did save your camera, it’s somewhere around here…” Pudding said before looking around curiously. “Oh, I forgot to fix your glasses! I’m sorry.” \n\n“No need. I’m thankful you didn’t. They serve as quite a fitting memento mori of my past life.” \nRosemary said as she adjusted them on her nose. \n“But enough talk of past lives and fortunate ends. As you are my guardian and have been tending to me for some time, I would think you know what I should do next this morning?” \n\n“A bath! There is nothing better than waking up after a late night and taking a lovely hot bath.” Pudding said excitedly as he hopped up from his chair. “Can you run it while I tidy up, please?” He then asked her. \n\n“To do is to love.”\nRosemary said as she stood up herself. \n\nLazily she returned to the living room before making her way to the bathroom. True to his word the bath was new, although the rest of the tiles and porcelain were also so pristine that it was hard to tell if the whole bathroom was new or not. While running some water Rosemary looked over the sink and cabinet hidden behind the mirror. She found many familiar products as well as a swathe of all black cosmetics. 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She shrugged and then drank the lot. \n\nSitting back in the water, she put her paws up onto the side of the bath and turned her gaze to Pudding. Rosemary watched as he undid the bow of strings tied behind his back and smiled playfully as he took the apron off. As he turned around however her smile dropped. \n\n“Now that’s surprising.” Rosemary said as she put her paws back into the water. \n\n“Hm?” Pudding questioned with a cute head tilt. \n\n“I prefer my garden to have flowers, young and cute and fragrant. Not sticks and stones.” \n\n“Who doesn’t?” Pudding said innocently with a flick of his tail. \n\nRosemary smirked and turned her eyes back toward him.\n“Who indeed?” She replied to him. \n\nOnce Pudding had gotten into the bath he fished one of Rosemary’s paws out of the water and began to rub it. She laid her head back onto a towel on the side of the bath and let out a relaxed yawn. Minutes passed quietly with Pudding massaging one leg and the other, from the paws to the ankles, and then up to her knees. \n\n“He knows exactly how to touch me.” Rosemary thought to herself. \n“The bath is perfect and he is better than some rubber duck.” \n“But if this place really is suited for me, why are they not a girl?” \n\nRosemary let out a sigh. \n\n“I’m not actually dead, am I?” \nShe asked Pudding suddenly. \n\nPudding giggled. A soft little laugh that made her shiver. \n\n“Of course not. Jelai won’t let a Soulmate die.” \nHe replied to her. \n\n“Jelai? Our auspicious landlord?” \n\n“Jelai is the one who brought you to us. He is the one who guided me to save you. And he is the one who protects all of us. He is the warmth in the air and that crisp, cool feeling of water when you get thirsty late at night.” Pudding explained to her. \n“And he does not ask much from us in return, we just have to make love and be happy.” \n Pudding said before putting a hand on Rosemary’s privates.\n\n“But you still have to farm your own food and sew your own clothes.”\nRosemary retorted. \n\n“Happiness without Purpose is suffering. Food without work has no taste. So says Jelai.” \nPudding replied as he rubbed her with his thumb, and pushed her leg away with his spare hand. \n\n“So you grow gold and knit robes, and you can do anything that makes you happy?” \nRosemary asked as looked up to the light above her. \n\n“Mhm. Each person has around three Purposes. To work, to tend to their Soulmate, and to follow the path given by Jelai. My path was to take care of you while you were asleep, and now it’s to help you remember everything.” Pudding said with a warm smile. \n\n“So there is no money. No rent or taxes? You just have to do your job and keep your Soulmate happy?” Rosemary asked as she placed a hand on Pudding’s cheek. “That would be nice.”\n\n“Yeah! If you want something fancy then you can pick Sunshine Berries as an offering to Jelai. I wanted a new bath, because you're so wonderfully tall, so I picked lots and lots of Sunshine all week!” Pudding explained to her. \n\n“Nothing you say makes sense.\" Rosemary sighed. \n\nShe placed a hand on his and pulled it away before leaning in close. \n\n“You say I am alive and yet everything is impossible.” She began. \n“The air is as warm and sweet as a bakery and the gold you grow is nothing I’ve ever heard of. The wine, the jam, I figure is all made with that ‘Sunshine’ but it’s taste is unnatural. The wine changes to match the palette of what I eat and the jam has a flavour all to itself. But besides that, how can I be so healthy if I’ve just been asleep this whole time?” \n\nHer confused gaze turned soft and a deep pain spread behind her eyes. \n“You’re everything I adore, a patchwork of all my pleasurable ideals, even ones that I did not know I had until now. I want to enjoy this and yet…” Rosemary said before shaking her head. \n\n“How can I be so sure that I won’t fall apart again?” \n\nPudding’s smile did not falter but his eyes softened. \nReaching into the water he took her hand and held it tight. \n\n“Because you have me. And I was made to make you happy.” \n\nShe opened her mouth but no words could be found. Rosemary leaned back and stared at Pudding for a long moment before finally putting her other hand on his and squeezing them in return. \n\n“Do you promise?”\n\n“I can do better than a promise! I will make it my Purpose. To make you as happy as can be forever and ever.” Pudding said cutely. He then suddenly giggled. \n\nHis laughter was sweet to Rosemary, like bubbling honey. \nWith a splash he suddenly scooped Rosemary up into his arms. Before she could even react he had hopped straight out of the bathtub and was making a quick pace across the apartment. \n\n“What are you doing?” Rosemary asked amused as they dashed into the elevator. \n\n“We’re gonna go dry off!” Pudding said as he sprang from the elevator into the lobby. \n\nBefore she knew it they were outside and running across the gardens. \n\nThe warm air was rushing past her in cool streams as Pudding moved fast down the pathways. Along the way others would laugh along with them and wave to the pair. Some called out to Rosemary to bid her a good morning while others welcomed her to the Commune. None commented on how they were naked or the odd sight of seeing him carrying her around while running either. It was still embarrassing but the more that people paid no attention to them the more comfortable it became.\n\nAfter Pudding had made a lap around the middle ring of the Commune he came to a stop under a tree to catch his breath. Their fur was ruffled but they were both now dry. Rosemary could not help but grin and blush as she was overwhelmed with excitement and a pleasurable feeling deep down inside of her. \n\n“All dry.” Pudding said cutely. \n\n“Could do with a brushing though.” Rosemary said shyly as she stroked her long ears. \nShe was unsure if his actions were innocent or intentional but either way, she appreciated the gesture of showing her just how friendly the Commune was. Stepping down from his arms she stretched out her arms and welcomed the warmth of the sun on her bare fur. \n\nTo stand with the wind against her fur, exposed for all the world to see, and yet nobody really paying attention as her nudity was as plain as the grass she walked on. It felt good. \n\nRosemary let out a relieved sigh. Despite her memories being in tatters she felt content. \n\n“Where do we go from here?” Rosemary asked after a moment. \n\n“Hmm. Hello, I am Pudding. I like cake and knitting, and I love Rosemary.” \nPudding said before giving her a friendly hug. Rosemary snorted. \n\n“Nice to meet you. I’m Rosemary, I like cold wine and warm days and I like to express myself through my art. I’m quite a fan of many things including… Well I mean…” \n\nHer words trailed off and she hesitated for a moment.\n\n“Take your time.” \nPudding said, his warm smile and patient look helping to ease Rosemary’s doubts. \n\n“I really love the pleasures of the flesh, morning, noon or night. More than wine and sleeping in till late. I ask because all my girlfriends liked such things for the most part but then they would always get tired of it eventually. It’s always yoga or meeting their parents and it’s just like… I just want to keep it simple, right? Yeah.” Rosemary rambled. \n\n“I love making love!” Pudding said eagerly. \n“The first night we met I made love to you for hours! And then even more the next day!”\n\nRosemary blushed. \n\n“Hours? As in hours and hours and not, ten minutes with a forty minute break between?” \nShe asked excitedly. \n\n“Mhm, I just love your girly parts and the way they feel. They are one of my favourite things!”\nPudding said with a bouncy nod that shook his ears back and to.\n\n“Such a sweet talker.” Rosemary replied. \n“My last girlfriend was all sporty and she could jog for hours but would get all tired after an hour! I thought guys didn’t even last as long… But you’re barely a guy aren't you? A wonderful little flower that is strong as an oak.” Rosemary mused before biting her lip. \n\n“Do you wanna go make love? I didn’t get to do anything today because I woke up hungry.” \nPudding asked cutely. \n\n“Oh to be invited instead of always being the inviter.” Rosemary mused as she gazed across the gardens. “I’m flattered, and I’m not gonna say no but perhaps we should take it a bit slow first?”\n\nShe shook her head in amusement. \n“Never thought I would be the one to ask to take it slow.” \n\n“Alright! Let's take the long way back so I can show you around some more?” Pudding asked.\n\n“Sounds like a nice way to spend the morning. Lead on.”\nRosemary nodded as she took his hand with her own. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was a warm morning. With streams of golden light pouring through every window of Home. The air was sweet with baking bread and the laughter of countless playing games and enjoying the pleasant weather. Rosemary awoke to find an unfamiliar ceiling looking down at her and as she sat up, found a comfortable yet equally unknown bedroom surrounding her. She could smell something cooking and the room was just warm enough to be cosy.

Wrapped around her body was an old, loose fitting, black T-shirt. It was comfortable and as she traced the material with her fingers a few old memories came back to her. This T-shirt was her favourite T-shirt, the same one that she had been wearing to bed for many years.

Reaching over to the bedside table she found her damaged glasses waiting for her. The frame had a dent and the glass had cracked but someone had managed to keep them together using tape. She traced her fingers along the gold metal before reaching up and touching the side of her head. A vague memory came back to her in pieces. The forest. The sound of water. And darkness. Rosemary could feel a scar under her fur but it was so faint that it would be impossible to see.

“So I’ve finally died?” Rosemary muttered happily.

After putting her glasses on she tossed the blanket away and hopped straight out of bed. Her legs shook and she reached out her arms to aid in keeping balance. After her body remembered how to stand and walk on its own Rosemary found a particularly strange sensation in her bones. She stretched out her arms and then her legs, rotated her shoulders and rolled her neck around to find herself limber and flexible. Rosemary ran her hands down her stomach to find herself still skinny but far more dense and healthy than what her fragmented memories showed. She could remember herself like a stick. With ribs exposed and fur tight over fatless muscle but now, all she felt was strength and stability.

“Magnificent, so this is what it feels like to not be in pain. I’m like an athlete! Perhaps a runner?”
Rosemary mused as she stretched and bent herself into different shapes.

On the bedside table she noticed a picture of herself and some girly pink rabbit both taking a nap together under a tree. The rabbit looked so happy even when asleep while her own face was peaceful. There was such a lovely mood to this simple scene.

“She’s new. And really cute.” Rosemary thought to herself.
She rubbed her head but found her memories to still be filled with holes.

Rosemary quietly headed over to the doorway before peeking out. She noticed that the front door had a curtain over it instead of an actual door, and then she noticed someone in the kitchen. They were a short pink rabbit, with nothing on but an equally cute apron and a gold necklace tucked under it. It was faint due to the distance between them but she could just about hear them humming a pleasant tune. It felt familiar to her as if she had heard it many times.

After sneaking out of the door she took a few steps into the living room before becoming shy. The pink rabbit was too preoccupied with their humming and ingredients to notice her at least. Taking a side route past the coffee table, her leg bumped against a basket full of knitting supplies and threads. Nearby as well, tucked under the table, was an art easel. Ducking down she found many paints and brushes too. Some of the brushes had dense bristles with a high quality feel while many others had a wide form but there were a few more with a fine tip.

“I’ve always wanted a brush set like that.” Rosemary thought to herself.

Standing up again she then continued on over to the window.

The wooden window easily slid open with barely a noise.
Rosemary held onto the window sill as she leaned out and took in her location. She found herself several floors up in an apartment building, and yet all around her was wilderness. Misty trees and a large wooden fence, well tended gardens, and little wooden huts. Rosemary peered down at the countless members of the Commune as they went about their business. Most were tending to bushes heavy with small yellow berries and although Rosemary was too far to see the berries themselves she could see them glinting in the warm morning sun.

“They grow light? Or is it gold?” Rosemary muttered to herself curiously.

Other than the gardeners there were many others scattered all around. She saw some reading and sharing notes like a study group and she saw others playing tag or catch. And between them were others having sex with no shame about who could see or hear them. Despite the nudity and carnal pleasures the scene below gave her the feeling of innocence and harmony. It was as if the distant memory of a wonderful summer during her childhood had been brought to life.

Rosemary inhaled the fresh air and she found it warm and sweet as if the entire building was sitting on a giant bakery. Ducking her head back inside she then turned around and took in more of the living room. It was well lived in but very clean. Hanging on the walls were a few more pictures, some of the Commune, some of the girly pink rabbit, and one of Rosemary sleeping under the stars. It was well framed and had good artistic merit.

Heading past the coffee table, she walked over to the kitchen before knocking on the wall. The girly rabbit’s long ears twitched and they turned around quickly. Rosemary found them even cuter in person with soft features and a round, fluffy face. They were just as flat chested as herself as well which Rosemary quite liked. Pudding continued to stare at her for a moment before his eyes lit up like stars and a big smile formed.

“Hello!” He said excitedly.

“Bonjour.” Rosemary replied.

The pair continued to take in the sight of each other. Pudding loved that he could finally see her eyes and he took the time to memorise every detail. Her iris was a soft purple, and the whites were like pearls. No doubt due to the bountiful amount of rest she has had the past month. Rosemary’s resting expression was both relaxed and yet sharp, with lazy eyes that were tensed just so as if she was judging the entire world. It was a thoughtful look and one that Pudding found intriguing on just what she was thinking exactly.

“You’re so tall.” Pudding said sweetly as he looked up to her.
“I’m making breakfast, you must be hungry too.” Pudding then said.

“Mhm, carry on.” Rosemary said as she took a seat at the kitchen’s table.

Rosemary leaned her head onto her hand and smirked softly as she watched Pudding work with new found excitement. He bounced and hopped from one thing to another with surprising speed. It was a chaotic way of cooking with him working on no less than three things at the same time. It did not take him long to present her with a plate of thick fried toast, smeared lovingly with a sticky yellow jam and dusted with powdered sugar. There were cuts of dried meat on the side as well as slices of mellow cheese, and half of an orange. In one glass was a handful of crushed ice and yellow wine. In the other was orange juice.

“Hm.” Rosemary muttered curiously.
Everything he had made her was her favourite options for breakfast.

She chose the wine first. It was sweet and crisp with rich, fruity, flavours and an undertone of honey. A perfect breakfast wine that was easy to drink while also complementing sweet flavours well. With her tasing done she began to eat and it was only then she realised how hungry she was. After tearing through half of her plate she looked up to find Pudding was sitting beside her with a stack of pancakes, several cupcakes and enough syrup to put someone into a coma.

Rosemary wiped her mouth with a napkin and took another long sip of wine.

“So to whom do I have the pleasure of calling my roommate?”
She asked politely.

“Pudding. And we’re Soulmates, not roommates!” He said with a giggle.
The sound of that soft laugh cut through Rosemary and made her heart skip a beat.

“Is that literal, or more of a wonderful metaphor?” She asked.

“Hmm a bit of both. It means we are bonded and always be together.”

“Ah, I see..”
Rosemary replied as she gazed over Pudding’s exposed shoulders.
“And if you would give me the pleasure, to what do you call this place?”

“Pantry, or if you mean the building, then we call it Home.”

“How romantic, a singular construction of civilised design to lay your head when tired and a whole world of gardens and trees to frill about the days. A Home, what better a name.”
Rosemary mused before finishing her wine.

“You talk all pretty.” Pudding said sweetly.
“Oh and your name is Rosemary. Um, I think I forgot the list of questions I was supposed to ask about what you remember. So if there is anything you need to know just ask!”

“A guide and guardian in a pink apron.”
Rosemary said with a smirk as she shook her head in amusement.
“As for my name. It is a better one than my last, and has quite the pleasant feel.”

“I’m glad you like it!” Pudding replied happily.

“Hm. I do apologise for the droll questioning but my memory is like a handful of confetti. I suspect due to the charming ride down the river I took, or perhaps just due to the nature of this place. Do you happen to know anything about that?”
Rosemary asked politely.

“Not much! You were out camping and slipped into the river. Your fire burned up most of your stuff but I did save your camera, it’s somewhere around here…” Pudding said before looking around curiously. “Oh, I forgot to fix your glasses! I’m sorry.”

“No need. I’m thankful you didn’t. They serve as quite a fitting memento mori of my past life.”
Rosemary said as she adjusted them on her nose.
“But enough talk of past lives and fortunate ends. As you are my guardian and have been tending to me for some time, I would think you know what I should do next this morning?”

“A bath! There is nothing better than waking up after a late night and taking a lovely hot bath.” Pudding said excitedly as he hopped up from his chair. “Can you run it while I tidy up, please?” He then asked her.

“To do is to love.”
Rosemary said as she stood up herself.

Lazily she returned to the living room before making her way to the bathroom. True to his word the bath was new, although the rest of the tiles and porcelain were also so pristine that it was hard to tell if the whole bathroom was new or not. While running some water Rosemary looked over the sink and cabinet hidden behind the mirror. She found many familiar products as well as a swathe of all black cosmetics. Closing the cabinet, Rosemary then looked into the mirror and noticed she was wearing eye shadow.

“Perfectly painted before I’ve even woken.” Rosemary mused.
She then ran the hot water and took a moment to wash off the make up.

Now fresh faced she turned her attention to the bath.
Rosemary put a drop of bubble bath into the water before running some cold to balance out the growing heat. Using her hand she tested the waters. With it being just how she preferred it she tossed the T-shirt and her underwear to the floor and stepped over the side. She wasted no time and sat straight down before letting out a pained gasp as the near scalding water stung pleasantly.

A few minutes of quiet passed before Pudding appeared.
He still had the apron on and was carrying two wine glasses in his hands. Rosemary watched as he approached and took one glass eagerly. She took a swig and found it to be a mixture of wine and fruit juice, with it being watered down even further with ice. She shrugged and then drank the lot.

Sitting back in the water, she put her paws up onto the side of the bath and turned her gaze to Pudding. Rosemary watched as he undid the bow of strings tied behind his back and smiled playfully as he took the apron off. As he turned around however her smile dropped.

“Now that’s surprising.” Rosemary said as she put her paws back into the water.

“Hm?” Pudding questioned with a cute head tilt.

“I prefer my garden to have flowers, young and cute and fragrant. Not sticks and stones.”

“Who doesn’t?” Pudding said innocently with a flick of his tail.

Rosemary smirked and turned her eyes back toward him.
“Who indeed?” She replied to him.

Once Pudding had gotten into the bath he fished one of Rosemary’s paws out of the water and began to rub it. She laid her head back onto a towel on the side of the bath and let out a relaxed yawn. Minutes passed quietly with Pudding massaging one leg and the other, from the paws to the ankles, and then up to her knees.

“He knows exactly how to touch me.” Rosemary thought to herself.
“The bath is perfect and he is better than some rubber duck.”
“But if this place really is suited for me, why are they not a girl?”

Rosemary let out a sigh.

“I’m not actually dead, am I?”
She asked Pudding suddenly.

Pudding giggled. A soft little laugh that made her shiver.

“Of course not. Jelai won’t let a Soulmate die.”
He replied to her.

“Jelai? Our auspicious landlord?”

“Jelai is the one who brought you to us. He is the one who guided me to save you. And he is the one who protects all of us. He is the warmth in the air and that crisp, cool feeling of water when you get thirsty late at night.” Pudding explained to her.
“And he does not ask much from us in return, we just have to make love and be happy.”
 Pudding said before putting a hand on Rosemary’s privates.

“But you still have to farm your own food and sew your own clothes.”
Rosemary retorted.

“Happiness without Purpose is suffering. Food without work has no taste. So says Jelai.”
Pudding replied as he rubbed her with his thumb, and pushed her leg away with his spare hand.

“So you grow gold and knit robes, and you can do anything that makes you happy?”
Rosemary asked as looked up to the light above her.

“Mhm. Each person has around three Purposes. To work, to tend to their Soulmate, and to follow the path given by Jelai. My path was to take care of you while you were asleep, and now it’s to help you remember everything.” Pudding said with a warm smile.

“So there is no money. No rent or taxes? You just have to do your job and keep your Soulmate happy?” Rosemary asked as she placed a hand on Pudding’s cheek. “That would be nice.”

“Yeah! If you want something fancy then you can pick Sunshine Berries as an offering to Jelai. I wanted a new bath, because you're so wonderfully tall, so I picked lots and lots of Sunshine all week!” Pudding explained to her.

“Nothing you say makes sense." Rosemary sighed.  

She placed a hand on his and pulled it away before leaning in close.

“You say I am alive and yet everything is impossible.” She began.
“The air is as warm and sweet as a bakery and the gold you grow is nothing I’ve ever heard of. The wine, the jam, I figure is all made with that ‘Sunshine’ but it’s taste is unnatural. The wine changes to match the palette of what I eat and the jam has a flavour all to itself. But besides that, how can I be so healthy if I’ve just been asleep this whole time?”

Her confused gaze turned soft and a deep pain spread behind her eyes.
“You’re everything I adore, a patchwork of all my pleasurable ideals, even ones that I did not know I had until now. I want to enjoy this and yet…” Rosemary said before shaking her head.

“How can I be so sure that I won’t fall apart again?”

Pudding’s smile did not falter but his eyes softened.
Reaching into the water he took her hand and held it tight.

“Because you have me. And I was made to make you happy.”

She opened her mouth but no words could be found. Rosemary leaned back and stared at Pudding for a long moment before finally putting her other hand on his and squeezing them in return.

“Do you promise?”

“I can do better than a promise! I will make it my Purpose. To make you as happy as can be forever and ever.” Pudding said cutely. He then suddenly giggled.

His laughter was sweet to Rosemary, like bubbling honey.
With a splash he suddenly scooped Rosemary up into his arms. Before she could even react he had hopped straight out of the bathtub and was making a quick pace across the apartment.

“What are you doing?” Rosemary asked amused as they dashed into the elevator.

“We’re gonna go dry off!”  Pudding said as he sprang from the elevator into the lobby.

Before she knew it they were outside and running across the gardens.

The warm air was rushing past her in cool streams as Pudding moved fast down the pathways. Along the way others would laugh along with them and wave to the pair. Some called out to Rosemary to bid her a good morning while others welcomed her to the Commune. None commented on how they were naked or the odd sight of seeing him carrying her around while running either. It was still embarrassing but the more that people paid no attention to them the more comfortable it became.

After Pudding had made a lap around the middle ring of the Commune he came to a stop under a tree to catch his breath. Their fur was ruffled but they were both now dry. Rosemary could not help but grin and blush as she was overwhelmed with excitement and a pleasurable feeling deep down inside of her.

“All dry.” Pudding said cutely.

“Could do with a brushing though.” Rosemary said shyly as she stroked her long ears.
She was unsure if his actions were innocent or intentional but either way, she appreciated the gesture of showing her just how friendly the Commune was. Stepping down from his arms she stretched out her arms and welcomed the warmth of the sun on her bare fur.

To stand with the wind against her fur, exposed for all the world to see, and yet nobody really paying attention as her nudity was as plain as the grass she walked on. It felt good.

Rosemary let out a relieved sigh. Despite her memories being in tatters she felt content.

“Where do we go from here?” Rosemary asked after a moment.

“Hmm. Hello, I am Pudding. I like cake and knitting, and I love Rosemary.”
Pudding said before giving her a friendly hug. Rosemary snorted.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Rosemary, I like cold wine and warm days and I like to express myself through my art. I’m quite a fan of many things including… Well I mean…”

Her words trailed off and she hesitated for a moment.

“Take your time.”
Pudding said, his warm smile and patient look helping to ease Rosemary’s doubts.

“I really love the pleasures of the flesh, morning, noon or night. More than wine and sleeping in till late. I ask because all my girlfriends liked such things for the most part but then they would always get tired of it eventually. It’s always yoga or meeting their parents and it’s just like… I just want to keep it simple, right? Yeah.” Rosemary rambled.

“I love making love!” Pudding said eagerly.
“The first night we met I made love to you for hours! And then even more the next day!”

Rosemary blushed.

“Hours? As in hours and hours and not, ten minutes with a forty minute break between?”
She asked excitedly.

“Mhm, I just love your girly parts and the way they feel. They are one of my favourite things!”
Pudding said with a bouncy nod that shook his ears back and to.

“Such a sweet talker.” Rosemary replied.
“My last girlfriend was all sporty and she could jog for hours but would get all tired after an hour! I thought guys didn’t even last as long… But you’re barely a guy aren't you? A wonderful little flower that is strong as an oak.” Rosemary mused before biting her lip.

“Do you wanna go make love? I didn’t get to do anything today because I woke up hungry.”
Pudding asked cutely.

“Oh to be invited instead of always being the inviter.” Rosemary mused as she gazed across the gardens.  “I’m flattered, and I’m not gonna say no but perhaps we should take it a bit slow first?”

She shook her head in amusement.
“Never thought I would be the one to ask to take it slow.”

“Alright! Let's take the long way back so I can show you around some more?” Pudding asked.

“Sounds like a nice way to spend the morning. Lead on.”
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