tippler 2025/07/18(Fri)11:05 No. 1111279 ID: f1368b
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I listen as the heavy rain patters against the glass panes set in the bamboo roof of our modest, one story house. You always said that it might look old-fashioned to an out-of-towner, but it fits right in with the neighborhood and has all the modern amenities, like a heated bed, freezer, and shedding stone.

The bed feels empty and cold, even though I’ve activated the hot water pipes under the linen pads. I curl up tighter and grip your photograph.

I can’t see your beautiful green skin or yellow eyes. You still look very handsome, and I kept all of the letters you sent me.

tippler 2025/07/18(Fri)11:05 No. 1111280 ID: f1368b
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I hear a thump on the back door. Oh! It’s so cold and wet outside, who could be calling at this hour? More likely it’s a nasty thief trying to break in–I so wish you were here to scare them away!

Grab your rolling pin and beset the intruder with angry hisses.

Might be dinner time. Perfect timing for eating your feelings. Go and catch your food delivery. Be sneaky.

>>1111280
Do you have neighbors? It could always just be some unfortunate vagabond trying to shelter from the rain.

peer through the closest window and see if you can catch a glimpse of them

Prime yourself for a strike when you open the door. Can't be too careful.

You have a new pet. Go say hi to your new pet.

Could it be Him? it is probably someone else... is there anyone willing to steal in the rain? probably someone wanting shelter... could they keep you company?

Get fire poker
Check window

remove fake boobs

>>1111280
That's upsetting. Crawl on the ground and peek out a window to see what it is. Try to be sneaky.

>>1111280
Get the rope

tippler 2025/07/20(Sun)08:05 No. 1111367 ID: f1368b
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>Get a weapon
>Rolling pin, fire poker
I carefully slide off the bed and get to my feet. I’m not sure what a rolling pin is, and an open flame indoors sounds quite barbaric, but I do have a set of breaking knives that you got me for my hatching day. I creep toward the kitchen and take the one with the thickest blade.

>Could it be him?
No, no, no, impossible, I mustn’t hold onto false hope–even if the officers said they never found the wreckage of your plane. If you really did survive, I don’t want to imagine you as a prisoner in some wretched camp either.

>Peer through the window closest to the back door
I can’t make out any heat signatures through the glass and I don’t see anyone standing at the door. Maybe I was imagining things? Mother did say I’ve been quite hysterical lately.

>It could be food
That’s right, it could be a small prey animal! There’s still wild prey living in the jungle, and I’ve heard stories about them occasionally wandering into town. That’s much less frightening than a potential reptile thief, perhaps the poor thing is taking shelter from the rain.

tippler 2025/07/20(Sun)08:06 No. 1111368 ID: f1368b
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>Fake breasts
H-How rude! These are my venom sacs! Every woman has them, mine might be a little larger than average, but you always said they were beautiful.

>Consume
I ate last week and must stay mindful of my figure. A lady in mourning mustn’t become gluttonous! Also, prey from the outdoors is dirty and potentially dangerous without being properly prepared first.

I jump when I hear something moving against the door again. Since I’m closer, I can tell it’s coming from the lower third of the wood, which confirms my prey theory.

It must be terribly cold out there…I’m already feeling the chill from being away from my bed for a few minutes, imagine what a wet little thing outdoors must be experiencing. I put the knife on the windowsill and unlatch the door, opening it just a crack.

There’s a white rabbit resting under the small overhang–he starts when he hears the door open but doesn’t run. His pale fur is soaked and his right leg is pink with diluted blood.

This isn’t wild prey at all! I recognize this brand of food from the grocers, he’s a Gargill Incorporated meat-rabbit. Injured and no doubt separated from the farm and his friends, he’s trembling with fear. My heart aches for the sorry creature.

Rabbits tend to flee easily when approached. Stay low, bob your head side to side hypnotically, and pick him up under the shoulders.

>>1111368
Bring him a towel, I guess. Do you have any bandages for his injury?

(Meat farms with sapient beings is pretty fucked, ngl.)

Close the door, report it to the manufacturer.
Don't play with your food.

Also we love your fat venom sacs.

Oho! A little survivor!
Capture the bnuuy. Keep him as a pet. Over time you might be able to find friends in the city who have their own pet bnuuys, work up pet breeding contracts and such.

Oh dear, he's hurt, and nude. See if you can coax him inside, patch him up, and dry him off. Just make sure there is nothing else around he can hurt himself with.

Lure him in with bananas

>>1111368
Pick the thing up with your superior strength, bring it inside, wash it off and patch it up, find a place to put it, then call Gargill Incorporated's returns department a sufficient distance away from it. However
>I ate last week and must stay mindful of my figure.
It's doubtful that, in the long run, anyone would care if this thing came back, and I don't think anyone would mind if your venom sacs were larger when we come back. This obviously doesn't mean to go overboard, but just one time wouldn't be that bad.

Snack time

well he looks miserable, might as well grab him, wrap his leg up somewhat to stop the bleeding so he doesn't bleed on your floor, wrap him up in a towel to dry off so he doesn't soak your floor, and probably put him on your bed to see if the heating pipes can warm him up a bit. And who knows maybe after doing all that you'll tire yourself out enough to possibly fall asleep.

So... how did reality get to the point where eating sapients was a thing? Surely there are lower order life forms that are WAY easier to farm, even aside from the ethical issues?

Well if he doesn't just bolt as soon as you open the door, you might as well let him shelter inside.

Take a step back and kneel down. Get on closer level with him. Show you're no threat. Hopefully he'll come in on his own.

>>1111368
How do you even know what brand it is are they genetically distinct lineages?

>>1111368
He may have attempted to flee. You should call the farm about their lost property.

>>1111437

Nah, get the scope of what happened first. Even if you do decide to call later, the responsible thing is to get the thing reasonably safe, secure, out of danger, tended to, and relaxed for now.

>>1111403
If animals as dumb as snakes and rabbits are intelligent humanoids in this world, then non-sapient "lower-order" livestock might not b possible/present at all. Also this kind of fucked up gimmick is always entertaining

>>1111511

Ahem. Are mealworms and crickets sapient, then?

>>1111511
Guess thats where eugenics will come into play just depends on how long the lifespans are as the dumber they are the less energy has to go into maintaining the organ that uses up like half the bodily energy or something roughly.
Also our darling only eats every month or so and mammals like that rabbit that looks like a bunny eats 3 meals a day if not more perhaps she will need to eat 3 meals everyday to make the little creature feel safe eating the food

>>1111522

That last bit makes no sense. She eats a large, calorie dense, meat meal once in a while, he probably grazes on much smaller amounts of less calorie dense vegetables that she can't stomach. So it's not like she can show him she's not poisoning him by eating what he eats.

tippler 2025/07/22(Tue)16:27 No. 1111555 ID: f1368b
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>Coax him inside
I drop to a crouch so I’m not looming over the little bunny. “Hello you poor thing, I’m not going to hurt you, come inside and I’ll help you get dry. We’ll figure out how to get you back home, okay?”

He can’t understand my hisses, of course he can’t, and he starts trying to crawl away. He winces when he puts weight on his wounded leg.

I huff and reach out my arms to snatch him up under the shoulders. If he can’t see that I’m trying to help then I’ll have to show him! He thrashes and squeaks and I shiver as I press his wet body against my own to hold him still.

My, he’s stronger than he looks! No wonder it’s dangerous to eat live prey, he digs his nails into my scales hard enough to hurt as he tries to push himself out of my arms.

I squeeze him tighter. “Bad! Bad boy, stay still!”

He keeps struggling and I hurry to the bathroom and use my tail to shut and latch the door behind me. Satisfied he won’t escape, I drop the bunny in the tub with a huff. He’s gotten my nice cotton dress all dirty!

tippler 2025/07/22(Tue)16:27 No. 1111556 ID: f1368b
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I run some hot water to wash the filth off of him, hand on his shoulder to keep him from jumping out. He seems to have calmed down a bit, though his big eyes watch me warily. Ah, now that I can see him from the front it seems he really is a male.

>Brand awareness
I sing the Gargill radio jingle as I towel the rabbit dry. “Eat what’s fresh and enjoy your fill, the world’s best prey comes from Gargill!”

I knew Mr. Bunny wasn’t wild prey because of his distinct white coat and size. Why, I have some Gargill rabbit in the freezer as we speak. Wild prey is lean and small and difficult to catch, before modern farms us reptiles had to work very hard to get our food. They have a popular rodent line as well, but I find their rabbit is the perfect size for a good, satisfying meal.

>Eat him
Ugh, I already said I don’t want to get fat! I am a rather pathetic sort of widow, but I don’t want to be that kind of pathetic. Also he hasn’t been cleaned–eating prey waste is disgusting.

>Check his injuries
He has a jagged gash in his leg and scrapes on his knees. His right ankle feels hot and swollen. I pat the cut dry.

>Bandage him
The wound is still oozing blood and I wrap one of the smaller towels loosely around the rabbit’s leg. I feel guilty about my feeble efforts, but I’m not a doctor and don’t know what else to do.

tippler 2025/07/22(Tue)16:28 No. 1111557 ID: f1368b
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>Send him back to the farm
I’m sure the experts at Gargill would know how to fix this, but I doubt their receptionist is working this late. I can call their office tomorrow…although I’m sure they wouldn’t miss one little rabbit.

>Keep him as a pet
I know a few people who have prey as pets, but they sound like an awful lot of work. Regular feedings, potty training, managing their temperature needs, how tiresome! He is awfully cute though, and I’m fascinated by his soft fur and small limbs.

Ack! Just as I was thinking that, he’s gone and relieved himself in the tub! I wrinkle my nose at the smell and hurry to wash all of the pellets down the drain. I’m certainly not letting him sleep in bed with me, the bathroom should be plenty warm for a mammal.

I lift the rabbit out of the bath and onto the tile floor, leave him with more dry towels, and fetch him a glass of water. Imagine if you saw me fussing over prey like this! You would tease me mercilessly about my soft heart, no doubt.

“Goodnight, okay? Sleep tight.” I tell him from the hallway before I close the bathroom door tight. I’m exhausted! My warm bed is heavenly and I shed my dress and curl up to sleep.

What should I do tomorrow?
A. Go to a vet (pet route)
B. Call Gargill (farm route)
C. Other (suggest)

Pet route, that will keep your thoughts busy.

A.
Companionship would do the widow's heart well. Though ideally this is something you should research for beforehand. Though this way, you avoid the adoption costs.

A, pet route

So what's the story on how smart these guys are? If they are raised in civilized contexts, can they learn to act like a person, learn language, express abstract concepts, learn math, that sort of thing?

Does or did anyone use any prey species as slaves or whatever? Rather than foodstuff?

A.

>Widow
It didn't sound like you were ready to move on from us yet. Are you sure you want to give up hope already?

>What do?
C. Learn to communicate. (Prey rights revolutionary route)

C learn to communicate

>>1111557
I suppose A. will help with your loneliness and lack of purpose.

A.

A)
communication seems like it would blend with A. after all it would be a lot easier to care for him if he could tell you what he needs.

A

When your husband leaves you, you get a new dog. It's just part of the recovery process.

A

>>1111557
D) keep as a Pet for now but potentially to eat it down the line

C) Teach him to speak and read and write, to unlock the Pygmallion and/or Rodent Revolution routes.

A quick question, is a combo of A and C where communication is focused on and the prey revolution is a theme possible? I don't think the two are mutually exclusive.

(A) Adopt pet first, see if you 're ready to take care of an adopted hatchling.

>>1111646
This

you snek, it's time to embrace the hypno tropes for fun and profit, and also not being hella lonely

>>1111599

Racism!! Specism? Orderism...? Rabbits aren't in Rodentia, but Lagomorpha; the Rodents have plenty of allies in Lagomorpha, and the struggle is the same in one order and the next, but it's pretty insensitive to ignore the uniqueness of experience between the two.

tippler 2025/07/24(Thu)18:14 No. 1111702 ID: f1368b
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>Just how smart is prey? Are they sentient?
>Train him to communicate
Well, I suppose I’m not exactly sure. They have emotions, of course, and I know they can be trained to be good, orderly pets, but I’ve never heard of prey learning to speak. Ha, imagine how troublesome it would be to have a talking dinner!

>Start the prey revolution
No??? What a silly idea, if we snakes stopped eating prey we’d starve! A whole, intact carcass is the nutritionally complete meal every carnivorous reptile needs.

>A, keep him as a pet
Yes, he’s just so darling! He’ll help me keep my mind off of you–not that I’ll forget a single part of our love but I simply can’t keep moping forever.

I shoot out of bed and get dressed, excited to check on my little bunny. I’ll bring him to town and do some errands to get him ready for his new life.

My pet’s right where I left him in the bathroom, lying on a folded pile of towels. The glass I left him is half-empty and I spot a few dry waste pellets tucked into the corner.

“Hello dear, good morning.” I coo. “Did you sleep well? We’re going to have a fun adventure today, you and me.”

I reach my hand out and he quivers but doesn’t resist as I stroke his narrow shoulders. Good, he’s already learning that I’m here to help.

I fetch my wicker basket and carefully place him inside. The top isn’t covered and I wrap it with a towel to stop the poor dear from jumping out and breaking his neck.

Ah, it’s a lovely humid morning after the storm. The sun is warm on my scales and I take the leisurely walk toward Main Street to look for a vet. Plenty of other reptiles are out enjoying the weather and I wave to those I know.

tippler 2025/07/24(Thu)18:14 No. 1111703 ID: f1368b
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Hm…Alfie’s Animal Medicine, that sounds promising! I walk through the propped open door and speak to the secretary. The rabbit is staying still and quiet, and I read through the magazines in the waiting room until we’re called in to see Dr. Alfie.

Now he struggles! I keep a strong hold of my pet as the vet places a rubber mask and tube over his face. The tortoise gives the red valve on a shiny metal canister a quarter twist and my sweet thing is soon sedated.

I stay quiet as the doctor stitches the long leg wound. Once he’s done, he washes his hands and approaches me.

“I’ve seen a few Gargill rabbits come through before, ma’am, they make fine pets although I recommend neutering and dethumbing to reduce the chance he gets into mischief. I can take care of both right here, at minimal extra charge”

Money is no issue because of your life insurance. I hesitate as I gaze down at the sleeping bunny. I suppose the vet is the expert but what he’s suggesting sounds rather gruesome.
A. Neuter
B. Dethumb
C. Both
D. Neither

Neither. You like having thumbs, and bits, don't you?

>>1111703
D. That seems like it might be traumatic for the poor guy. Not to mention the hormonal problems that come with neutering. It hasn't even been a day yet.

>>1111703
A. You know how rabbits are. He gets loose once and then you have an entire warren of rabbits to deal with. They can be an invasive species, you know.

We can do without the dethumbing. A little trouble keeps you on your toes, and dethumbed bunnies can experience bouts of depression.

D) isn't that a bit extreme? and after the poor thing's been lost and afraid already

D. That's so extreme! And ugh! What if it makes him sad? You can always do one or the other later if need be.

D) You don't have to do the procedures now, and you don't want to anyway.

D. We can do the procedures later if they become a problem, right?

D)
We'll take the risk!

A

>>1111703
D. That seems so cruel! Imagine how he'd feel if he woke up and was missing parts of his body. How would you get him to trust you after that? Besides, he just wouldn't look or feel right without those soft, fluffy balls of his.

I've got a better idea. When you go to get a collar for him, you can get a cute little cage for his little bunny cock. That's sure to keep him from getting into any breeding shenanigans when he's outside of our watchful gaze, and it'll feel a whole lot better for him. It could even help with his training, too.

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I've seen those magazines you've been hiding.

>>1111703
D) bit too much will probably have to medicate for the hormones and removing thumbs is like removing the entire fingers on cats because of the claws

So you've heard stories of people teaching prey animals various vocalizations, or sign language, or to press buttons that say words when they want to express themselves, so they form simple phrases. All of thet sounds interesting, though you wonder if some of it is exaggerated!

Well, you know at least that they are perceptive, affectionate (being domesticated) and are capable of emotional intelligence. You don't need sapience to have that! And honestly, whether they are capable of more smarts than people think... you could use something to share affection with. You are a bit touch and affection starved.

As far as being starved for more than that, well... you have heard rumors of people using pets for 'that'. And there are words for it, so it must happen some of the time. But before you think about crossing that bridge (especially with complex toys!), maybe just build a rapport, figure out what he likes and motivates him, get to know him, train him to manage his waste better, know and follow a few commands, and to enjoy cuddling and petting and grooming (like mutually, maybe?)?

And figuring out the limits of his cognition and ability to communicate (and what sorts of affection he's comfortable with!) sounds like an interesting challenge! It would definitely take your mind off of... things.

>>1111703
A is probably the best option. It's a male rabbit, and you're a woman alone. It just seems unsafe otherwise. Getting rid of his thumbs could be needlessly cruel, but it's certainly tempting, given how he could pick up a knife or some other instrument and do harm. If prey could make the reasonable assumption that their owners are to blame for being neutered... It would be best if you asked the doctor about the rates of prey, especially rabbits, attacking or assaulting owners while having both thumbs and not being neutered, attacking owners after being neutered but still having their thumbs, and assaulting owners while being neutered but lacking thumbs, as well as how much extra care you'd have to put into the rabbit given the loss of dexterity from the loss of thumbs.

>>1111824
Are there not cock cages and gloves we can buy

>>1111825

Ugh. Okay. So... He's a male rabbit. Rabbits are known for being horny and fecund. But putting him in mittens and a cock cage? You'd have to take the cock cage off of him so he can pee without making a huge mess, and the mittens off so he can properly groom himself, and he might do something extreme and harmful to himself to get either off, or become depressed if they stay on. It's better to, you know, train him in appropriate behavior. As far as the cock cage without the mittens -- consider, is there any situation where that would be helpful? Say he overpowered you (by surprise, perhaps), and was sexually aggressive. Only places that really need to update their laws define 'rape' as 'penis/hemipenis in vagina/cloaca'; everyone sane knows there's way more options, and plenty of ways to cause you harm! Best to help him understand what is and isn't appropriate.

That said, bondage and denial-play are totally among your fetishes. But those only really work as fetishes if the partner *understands* what is going on. Best confirm sapience and ability to communicate before doing anything like that, since you don't want him to think you randomly attack him cruelly; that's bad pet ownership. Though, if he (being a rabbit) innocently and with affection attempts to initiate sex with you... you could just, you know... consent to it. It'd even be easy. Though, hmmm. Still would want him to know 'time and place', and that you are the dominant one in the relationship, regardless of whether he's sapient or not.

tippler 2025/07/26(Sat)19:10 No. 1111870 ID: f1368b
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>D, goodness
“Oh no no, imagine how upset he would be when he woke up.” I say quickly. “He’s already been hurt, any more would surely traumatize him.”

Dr. Alfie gives me a benign smile. “I know it may seem harsh, but intact male rabbits can be quite sexually aggressive, not to mention the use of urine to mark their territory.”

I look between the doctor’s benign face and my naked pet, blushing. Thinking about prey sexually seems wrong–almost dirty! “Can’t they be trained out of such things?”

“It’s possible, but the procedure will make your lives both much easier. If you’re unsure, since you’re an inexperienced pet owner, I’d advise you consult with your husband, ma’am.”

I puff up with indignation. “I will have you know I am a war widow, doctor. I say I would like my rabbit as he is, thank you very much.”

The vet shrugs. “As you wish. You’ll be liable if he escapes and impregnates another rabbit. A word of caution, there have been some cases of pets attacking their owners with weapons, sometimes fatally. Our doors are open if you change your mind on either procedure.”

I tuck my pet back into the basket as he slowly returns to consciousness. He blearily examines the stitches in his legs and gives a big yawn. I sign the bill that the secretary provides and pay the $10 fee.

“Would you happen to know where I might buy some food and supplies for my rabbit?” I ask her.

“Pet Shop ‘cross the street and three doors down, ma’am.”

tippler 2025/07/26(Sat)19:14 No. 1111872 ID: f1368b
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As I peruse the shelves of collars, beds, and feed, I think about my moment of weakness at the vet. It has been a very long time, my dear. I’ve been faithful since you deployed, even now when Mother is urging me to find a new husband. At times I’ve dreamed of your touch, I miss you desperately, your firm hold, your desire, the fun we had rolling against each other in our bed.

>Do people use pets for that?
Lust is driving me mad, surely, to even consider such a thing! Such a little animal could hardly please me anyway, it’s sinful to contemplate. Why, I’ve barely had my pet for a day and I’m already having outlandish thoughts. Once I get home I must distract myself with a dry book.

I pat my rabbit’s flank guiltily as he gazes around the store from his basket, as overwhelmed by the variety of products as I am.

>Can a rabbit be put in chastity?
I don’t see anything of that sort in the shop and we’ve certainly never owned such deviant things ourselves. I assume if anyone was worried about their pet’s mating drive, they would simply have them neutered.

The shop has a free pamphlet on rabbits and I read the whole thing. My goodness, they can eat every day! I can’t take a whole bale of hay home with me, and I tell the iguana at the counter to have it delivered before lunch. My poor bunny must be hungry! In addition to the hay I purchase a leash, collar, nail trimmer, and brush.

I shall name him and start his toilet training after my reading. What do I call him? How do I train him?

Call him Harry.

>>1111872
>Name?
Rudger
>How train?
Be gentle. He's still recovering from an injury. Just show him how to operate the toilet, and make sure he's able to reach it without needing to jump.

>>1111874

We don't know if he's sapient! We should consider options like a litter box, or him going in the yard, or even the bathtub if worst comes to worst. If he's not sapient it's going to take a while to toilet train him. Though we might try, to see how fast he learns? Also, do rabbits eat more than hay? Is that a balanced diet for them?

>Name the bunny
His name is now Bnuuy and you will enjoy the confusion that comes from using his name and species in a single sentence.

>Training
Everything starts with food. Move his little paws around to different objects and feed him when he appears to pay attention. If he does a bad thing, stall his feeding time. Once he's learned a trick, teach him a related trick. Continue until his little brain chains the tricks together.

>>1111874
Seconded.

name: Fennel

train slow and gentle to start. You are learning just as much as he is. Try some different techniques to learn what will work for motivation and punishment.

It's not about the size it's how he uses it. Use it he shall. Cause you didn't fix him and the only female around is you. All that attention on you. Wouldn't that be something?

Oh and the name should be Hutch. Training should be simple and straight forward. You have all day to establish repetition. Missteps get no treats.

>>1111872
>Name the bunny
His name is now "Bnuuy" i can live with that
>training
slow and gentle but likely food motivated rewarding good behavior

>>1111874
I like Rudger

tippler 2025/07/28(Mon)18:03 No. 1111948 ID: f1368b
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>Name him Rudger
A good strong name for a tough bunny! He’s been very brave despite his injuries and all of this fuss. Why, I have no idea why the vet was so worried about my well-being with such a lovely creature.

The glass panes set in my roof have let in the sun and the living room is delightfully hot. Rudger doesn’t seem to like the heat nearly as much, and he spreads out against the bathroom tile as soon as I take him out of the basket and set him down. I open the window for him for a light breeze and refill his water.

I sit in a patch of sunlight on my couch and read the paper until I hear a knock on the door. The hay has arrived! I thank the delivery boy and give him a small tip, then push the bale toward the bathroom.

Rudger seems very eager to investigate the hay, but I hold my hand out to stop him from getting distracted. Training comes first!

>Do rabbits eat more than hay?
The pamphlet said I can feed him fresh fruits and vegetables, in moderation.

>Food motivation, slow and gentle
I tug a bit of hay free from the tight-packed bale and give it to Rudger. He immediately starts munching on the dry stems with an adorable twitching of his nose. Once he’s finished, he makes another timid dash for more. His ankle must be feeling better if he can move this quickly, I’d have trouble catching him if he got loose.

“No no, Rudger, stay.” I tell him firmly.

I pat him until he sits still so I can clasp the collar around his neck. His paws immediately go to the metal mechanism and after some fidgeting, he undoes the simple latch.

Those damn thumbs! I put the collar back on and offer some hay as a reward. After another go around, he seems to understand he should leave the collar alone. I give him an extra big handful of hay for good behavior.

tippler 2025/07/28(Mon)18:03 No. 1111949 ID: f1368b
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I put my hands around his torso and practice lifting him a few inches off the ground repeatedly, so that he stops struggling when I hold him. Hm, I’d say he’s about 30 pounds, the standard portion size for an adult meat-rabbit.

If I want to take Rudger on a walk outside, I should clip his leash on so he doesn’t run away and get lost. Or worse, some vagrant makes a meal out of him!

>Toilet training
I take Rudger to the bowl of the toilet. “This is for when you need to use the bathroom, sweetie.”

I try to balance him on the rim, but he seems uncomfortable with the slippery surface and ominous, watery hole. I set him back down on the floor and sigh. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy!

>Consider the tub
I take one of the towels that he urinated on last night and place it in the tub. For some reason I can’t find his waste pellets from earlier, otherwise I’d use them to show Rudger where to go.

I put some hay in the tub and Rudger quickly clambers over the porcelain wall to eat it. I block his escape and wait until he urinates then reward him with praise and a generous portion of food. Even if he can’t understand my words, he does seem to recognize my tone. Let’s hope the training sticks.

Rudger is certainly a quick study. What else do I try to teach him? How much house access should he have?

A leash is going to need some kind of harness that latches in the back, where thumbs aren't able to reach as easily. Perhaps they have something like that for service animals or small children.

Teach him 'come' and 'stay', call it an evening.

>>1111949
I think the kitchen should be off limits. There's lots of dangerous and scary things for bunnies there.

>>1111958
Plus, he could get into your freezer and freak out.

It's time to invest in locks. Especially for your freezer.

>>1111990

And all your chemicals, anything he could drink or hurt himself with. And anything sharp. You're going to need to child-proof your entire home!

Time to teach him basic voice commands, and also to stay away from the kitchen and the washing machine.

Oh, and teach him snake jazz!

Make sure that, wherever you train him to defecate, he has access to the pellets. Rabbits practice coprophagia as an essential component of their digestive process.

tippler 2025/07/30(Wed)16:52 No. 1112026 ID: f1368b
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>Rabbits eat their own waste
Disgusting, but the silly thing can’t help it. Rudger must have eaten his pellets while I was reading the paper. If he poos in the tub he’ll be able to access his waste until I flush it away.

>House tour, sans kitchen
I lift Rudger out of the tub and attach his leash to the metal ring on the front of his collar. We have a staredown as he edges his paw toward the clip. Eventually he sighs and gives up, and is rewarded with praise and more food. I’m sure he could take it off the same way he undid his collar, if he really wanted to. There’s not much I can do to modify either at the moment.

I gently lead him around the house, making sure not to pull the lead taut. He’s sluggish in the heat, and I wait patiently as he rests in the shade and pants.

I try to impress on Rudger that he shouldn’t go in the kitchen or crawl into the washing machine. He shrugs at me like a surly youth. Where did he learn to do that?

>Lock up cleaning supplies and sharp objects
I let Rudger have free access to the hay while I retrieve the knife I left on the windowsill last night. I don’t have a way to hatchling proof the house at the moment, but if he doesn’t go into the kitchen I can store everything there.

>Teach ‘come’ and ‘stay’
Rudger picks up the verbal commands effortlessly, without need for food as a reward. He even comes when I’m in the living room and he’s in the bathroom! I feel better about him getting lost somewhere.

tippler 2025/07/30(Wed)16:52 No. 1112027 ID: f1368b
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I unhook the leash, set my favorite jazz record spinning in the gramophone, and collapse on the couch. Rudger continues working on his hay, scattering dry grass all over my clean floors. I can’t muster the energy to be upset about the mess, I’m very tired after such a long day! I haven’t been this active in months–I’ll need to eat ahead of schedule if I keep doing all these errands.

>He’s sentient
I feel a shiver of fear. What will happen if he sees me eat? After one day of getting to know the rabbit, Rudger seems alarmingly intelligent and capable. I wouldn’t be surprised if he learns how to use a doorknob on his own–then I’ll have no way to keep him in the bathroom, let alone the house!

Despite my weariness, I get up and put a kitchen chair in front of the freezer. If he saw his dead brothers and sisters in there, why, I wouldn’t blame him for being upset, but I don’t want him to take a knife and have his revenge on me.

Perhaps the vet was right and I ought to get Rudger dethumbed…I just don’t know what else to do!

In general, important commands include beyond come and stay include sit, lie down, move back, close the door, down, leave it, drop it, up, enough, fetch, watch me. Make sure he understands the name of objects you may want him to fetch as well.

Also, don't expect to get most of these and the names of things too quickly when you train him again... that is, if he's an animal. If he gets a LOT of commands very very suspiciously quickly, he may be sapient, and you would need to adjust your training to be much much more noun based and have more abstract terms (body parts, emotions, the like) and grammar and model behavior much more, and you'd have to try and give him some more dignity. The sigh, the staredown, the fast understanding of terms -- it's not conclusive yet, but it's suspicious. DO NOT get him dethumbed! If he is sapient, that'd be horrible to do to him!

One thing you could try is the mirror test, that's always useful. Use a marker to put a dot on his face and introduce him to a mirror and see how he reacts.

As far as what will happen if he sees you eat and he is sapient, well. That'd be bad. For that scenario, you need to start building rapport and trust and understanding and the foundation to be able to tell him, "I will never eat or harm you in particular, regardless of what I must do to survive. I love and care for you." and have it be the honest truth and have him believe it. But small steps first.

Consider switching your own diet away from rabbit, Are birds on the menu? And thumbs won't help him if the door is locked from the other side.

>>1112035
Or rodentia; squirrel, rat, mouse, gerbil... how easy or hadd would it be to replace your larder?

>>1112027
How difficult would it be to eat somewhere else? Do you have any friends who might be willing to let you keep your food at their homes and eat without risking Rudger seeing?

Oh, you should tell your close friends about your new bunny companion. Actually, didn't we have a best friend who started checking in on you every few weeks after our presumed death? I recall his partner having an interest in prey species, too.

He fled from a food farm. He understands exactly what you eat. Which means he will also understand the gesture of choosing a different food species for his comfort, and to reassure him that you are not fattening him up for a meal.

>>1112027

Be a strong Victorian woman and learn how to communicate with bunnies whilst you pine after your wayward husband.

Give yourself a 'massage' and relieve some of the venom build-up.

In front of Rudger.

Show him just how dangerous your venom is, and he'll think twice about stabbing you.

tippler 2025/08/01(Fri)12:52 No. 1112097 ID: f1368b
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>Stop eating rabbits
>Give the frozen ones to a friend
The thought of having dead bunnies in my home while Rudger lives here is unbearable. I can survive perfectly well on rodents and I shan’t waste anything, tomorrow morning I’ll shut Rudger in the bathroom and bring my food to another large carnivore. Afterwards I’ll go to the grocers and restock.

>What if he doesn’t understand the gesture?
>Does he know he was raised to be prey? Does he accept predation as natural?
I don’t know. I have to eat meat, and I simply have no idea how he’ll react until he sees me do it. It does make me terribly anxious, I suddenly feel guilty about all the sweet little lives I’ve consumed over years of being a snake.

>Lock the bathroom from the other side
I’m afraid that’s not how any doors in my home work.

>Learn to communicate with him
I assume he has the capacity to learn, though I’m no teacher. This will surely take some time.

tippler 2025/08/01(Fri)12:53 No. 1112098 ID: f1368b
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My sacs feel heavy and swollen and I rearrange myself on the couch so as to put less pressure on them. When you were here you used to massage them while I bit a pillow to relieve some of the pressure–it won’t be the same if I do it myself but there’s no one else to help me.

I leave the gramophone playing while I go to my bedroom, shut the door, and shed my dress. I kneel face down into a pillow–I’ll need to run the wash afterwards.

I cup my chest and try to gently squeeze the tender skin without hurting myself. Once I’m comfortable, I rub firm circles into the flesh and let the venom gush from my mouth into the cloth.

Ah, I feel much better! My fangs ache a little as I pull them free of the soaked pillow before I tuck them back into the roof of my mouth. I flick my tongue lazily and sit up.

Who should I give my meat-rabbits to tomorrow?
A. Mother
B. The lovely couple that lives next door
C. My girlfriend Violet whom I’ve known since elementary school!

give it to the friend who shares a name with a color, and a flower

>>1112098
The milk man that lives next door perhaps.
Funfact venom is edible as stomach acid neutralizes it as its complex proteins with few exceptions

>>1112112
Unless you have an ulcer somewhere. Best not to risk it.

C. Violet sounds wonderful, would she support your endeavors with your new pet?

>>1112098
B. You shouldn't need an excuse to visit your mother, by the way.

Also, don't worry too much about eating living creatures. Your life depends on it, and it's not something that can change any time soon.

>>1112097
>guilt
It's a biological imperative for you to survive. Unless society starts lab growing meat, the best you can do is choose relatively humane(?) sources.

>>1112098
B. will leave Rudger home alone for the shortest amount of time. We're still early, best earn his trust before leaving him alone for long periods of time.

A. You should call more often!

>>1112098
C! If anyone is likely to approve of, accept, or understand your situation, it's a good friend.

C
Because you know damn well your mother will use any opportunity to try and segue into getting you a new husband. Plus seeing a happy couple would just hurt you right now.

B

Two of them are more likely to be able to eat all the meat without waste. With the couple, there's a good chance their feeding periods will overlap.

tippler 2025/08/03(Sun)14:53 No. 1112223 ID: f1368b
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>B,C tie
>Random choice: C
Violet has always been wonderful, I’m sure she’ll understand when I show up at her door with the food and news of my pet. It’s true I haven’t seen her for some time because of my melancholy, but it’s nothing a surprise visit can’t fix!

Of course this means I’ll have to leave Rudger alone at home, but he knows how to ‘stay’ and seems to spend a lot of time eating anyway. I’m sure he’ll be fine. Mind made up and sacs less tight, I sleep fairly well, without disturbances.

>The next morning
>Random weather check (either warm or wet): Warm
Another beautiful sunny day! I dress appropriately and check on Rudger in the bathroom. He’s eaten a good deal of hay already and made a mound of waste in the tub. His leg is looking better, and he lounges on the tile while I attempt to freshen things up.

“Mommy has to go for a few hours, okay? You be good, Rudger, stay.” I point firmly at the bathroom floor and shut the door securely behind me.

I hurry to pack the two meat-rabbits in wax paper and set them in my basket. Goodness, they’re quite heavy–I have to stop and rest on the way to Violet’s house. She has an enlisted husband too, who as far as I know is still alive.

tippler 2025/08/03(Sun)14:53 No. 1112224 ID: f1368b
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The viper answers the door and squeals with delight at the sight of me. She’s a good deal more petite than I am, and I set my basket down to embrace her.

“Darling, how have you been? Oh, I am so sorry about Cade–”

“Don’t be sorry, you had nothing to do with it and he died fighting for our country.” I say firmly. “I miss him terribly, but, well, I suppose I still miss him terribly. It’s an awful tragedy.”

“At least you’ve come to visit, you can talk to me as long as you’d like.” Violet spots my basket and disengages to investigate. “Did you plan for lunch? I’m afraid I ate a few days ago.”

“No no, I’ll explain once I put these in your freezer. So much has happened in the last few days!”

We settle into her comfortable couch and I tell her all about Rudger and how he mysteriously showed up at my door with his injury.

“I had to take those Gargill rabbits out of my freezer, Violet, I just had to. Imagine if he saw that I’ve been eating his brothers and sisters! I’m worried he’d be quite cross, and then he might run away or attack me.”

“But how would he do that, Lucy? Don’t tell me you didn’t have him dethumbed.”

I throw up my hands. “That seems so cruel! He’s an intelligent being, and he’s been through so much already. I would rather he didn’t hate me, which is why I’m switching to a rodent diet in the first place.”

“Well, I’m just glad you have something to keep your mind off of Cade.” Violet pats my leg kindly. “Can I meet Rudger sometime? I can visit this afternoon.”

A. Of course!
B. Best not overwhelm him (or let Violet see he’s intact)

>>1112224
A. No harm in letting your friend in. Maybe they know someone who can redo your locks.

A, why not. Double the doting!

>>1112224
B) I have not fully trained him yet trying to figure it out

>>1112224
A

Be sure to explain your reasoning for declining the procedures, first.

Maybe you and Rudger should pick up a hobby, actually. Not dethumbing him leaves a lot more options available to him. Knitting, painting, sewing, model building, whatever seems to keep both of your interests. It would also give him an activity to do instead of lounging around all day.

A) Why not? and a good chance to catch up.

>>1112230

Painting or clay sculpting! Or even soap carving. As long as the paints aren't toxic to his species, that might work. Even non-sapient animals (the more clever kind at least) can paint, with a bit of help.

A

>>1112234
Clay throwing would be fun. Especially if you get one of those wheels that need to be manually pedaled.

>>1112224
Yeah, fuck it, why not. A.

tippler 2025/08/05(Tue)17:08 No. 1112312 ID: f1368b
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>A
“That’s a fine idea, Violet! It’s been ages since I’ve had guests and it’ll be good for Rudger to meet more reptiles. He needs more stimulation in his life–he’s been lying around the bathroom all day acting like he owns the place. You know, I wonder if there are some toys I could buy to keep him active.”

I’m being a little unfair, Rudger’s recuperating from an injury after all, but some excitement would be good for him. Perhaps I could take him on walks around the neighborhood or teach him how to play chess with me? I don’t want him making the house a mess, so hobbies like painting and ceramics will have to wait.

>Tell her about Rudger’s intactness ahead of time
“It’s not just dethumbing, I didn’t let the vet perform any of the usual procedures on Rudger, so he’s still his perfect, happy self.” I tell Violet.

Her already large eyes widen even further. “But Lucy, surely he’ll try to mate with you? Those prey animals are very promiscuous–you’re living all alone and he, he could attack you while you’re sleeping!”

I stammer and trip over my long tongue as I try to subdue any salacious thoughts. “W-Well, he wouldn’t, I don’t think–don’t be silly, dear, I’m much too large for him to subdue me. Also he’s never shown any interest in me that way!”

“Not yet he hasn’t, give him a few days, mammals can’t control themselves.” Violet huffs. “Honestly, you mustn’t even entertain the idea! It’s dirty!”

“You’ll see for yourself how well-behaved he is this afternoon.” I say firmly. “Now that that’s settled I’d like to talk about something else.”

tippler 2025/08/05(Tue)17:08 No. 1112313 ID: f1368b
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Violet and I gossip about nothing for an hour before I excuse myself and go to the store to restock my freezer. Hm, it would be nice to buy Rudger some treats, what kind of produce should I bring home? I never eat vegetables or fruits, but I’ve had guests that enjoy such things, so I’m somewhat familiar with what’s offered.

Some juicy lettuce!

He might love some carrots! But only a few. It's unhealthy to eat too many, it's like cake for them. Maybe you could even give him a banana.

>>1112313

Bell peppers, asparagus, cabbage, cilantro, basil, lettuce, apples, bananas, strawberries, peaches, pears... anything like that which is in season. Just make sure to cut the fruits and veggies into small pieces and there are no seeds in anything (except stuff like strawberries).

As far as if he shows interest to you -- both animals and people can be trained and their energy channeled. Even IF she's right, there are ways to manage it.

Try not to think about it, think about it a lot.

>>1112313
Let tuce go

How do you feel... about tacos?
Ground rat meat, flour pancake, lettuce, tomato, and all the spices you can carry.

>>1112347

Those sound like omnivore food! Do you know any omnivores?

tippler 2025/08/07(Thu)18:18 No. 1112422 ID: f1368b
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>Lettuce, a few carrots, a banana, bell peppers, cabbage, and more!
I go a bit overboard picking out treats for Rudger. He’ll be so excited to have such nice, fresh food. On the way back from the store I have to stop and rest my aching arms several times.

>Omnivore food
Would give me the runs, I expect. There are plenty of omnivorous reptiles, like turtles, but I am not one of them. Our home doesn’t even have a stove to cook with, snakes don’t need such things.

I hurry through the front door to put my groceries away. The kitchen is just how I left it, and I bring a head of lettuce to the bathroom to check on Rudger.

My heart leaps in my chest when I see the door is ajar and Rudger facedown in the hallway. What happened? Did he fall ill or succumb to his injuries?

The lettuce bounces against the floor as I fall to my knees to cradle Rudger’s little body against my chest. He comes alive immediately with a jolt and gives me an irritated look.

Oh, I see now he’s propped the back door open as well to create some airflow in the humid house. He must be terribly bothered by the heat I find so enjoyable, how inconvenient! I had an inkling that this could happen, but it’s a shame to see it in person.

tippler 2025/08/07(Thu)18:18 No. 1112423 ID: f1368b
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>Think about it
Rudger’s muscles are firm under his silky soft fur and he doesn’t try to break out of my grip, even when I continue to hold him against my bosom. He seems supremely uninterested in our closeness, the potential deviancy.

I set him back on the ground and he slithers to his belly, limbs spread to maximize cooling. He does perk up when I roll the lettuce towards him.

“I’m having a guest over this afternoon, so I want you to be on your best behavior.” Listen to me, I’m the one who needs to get ahold of herself and stop with these silly desires. Perhaps Mother is right and I need to move on from you, only to avoid going mad.

I watch Rudger devour his treat until my doorbell rings, then go to fetch Violet. I take her to see the rabbit immediately and the viper coos with delight at him, all previous complaints forgotten. She gets to her knees to scratch her fingers up his back and he arches into the touch, the traitor.

“Can I pick him up?” I nod and Violet bodily heaves all 30 pounds of bunny onto her lap. “Oh look at his poor leg–Lucy you were so kind to take him in and get him fixed up.”

I open my mouth to respond when I notice Rudger’s getting excited.

>>1112423
Uh-oh.
Gently pull Rudger away from your friend before she chomps down on reflex.

Well, he's certainly not asexual. Maybe he just views you as more of a mother figure.

Caution Violet that he's not used to excessive physical attention yet.

Time to Distract Rutger with some command training! And give him physical affection and praise (ear rubs, pettings, back scratches, belly rubs, shoulder rubs, etc.) when he does right with the various commands you are trying to teach him. He obviously VALUES physical affection.

An erection isn't that big of a deal. It's if he ACTS on it that is; if he does, immediately correct him.

...That's only for when company isn't here. No! Bad thoughts!

Also, is there any thing to help him regulate temperature? Any way to get a block of ice from the freezer for him, make him some ice water, or a shaved ice cone?

Okay, time to take your man bun back and help him cool off.

Discretely move him away from Violet and definitely do not think about that erection of his. Those traitorous, deviant thoughts. Especially don't think of what you and Violet could make him the happiest rabbit in the world.

I mean, is it possible to draw up a cool bath for him? That would help with his overheating and.. excitement.

I kind of saw this coming. Try distracting her so she doesn't notice.

tippler 2025/08/09(Sat)14:17 No. 1112498 ID: f1368b
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>Take Rudger back
“Violet, that’s enough, he’s not used to so much affection.” I try to gently pull Rudger away without her seeing his erection, but the rabbit squirms out of my grasp to press closer to the trim viper.

“No! Bad boy, Violet, I’m so sorry.” I seize my naughty pet and carry him to the bathroom sink for a blast of cold water. “You need to cool down.”

“Oh please don’t punish him, he wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Violet protests.

I take a deep breath and pat Rudger apologetically. He seems a touch upset with me, judging from his damp expression. The water seemed to have done the trick to get him to soften, though, his member is pink and about two inches–no, I shouldn’t even be looking at it!

“I’m sorry Violet, I don’t want you to think badly of me for not fixing him.” I confess.

“He’s just a silly animal. You were right Lucy, a cute little thing like that isn’t a threat.” Violet stands up to watch me pat Rudger dry. He reaches for her delicate hand and I feel incandescent with jealousy. Why does he prefer my friend? Is it because she’s smaller and less threatening?

She seems to make him happy, at least. I shouldn’t be so bitter, especially since Rudger is my pet.

tippler 2025/08/09(Sat)14:18 No. 1112499 ID: f1368b
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I change the subject. “I need to find a way to help him stay cool. I came home today and he was flat on the floor–I thought he had died!”

“I wonder how Gargill raises them, then. The factories must have cooling units, you know, like a fridge but for a building.” Violet squeezes Rudger’s paw. “He has such tiny fingers, Lucy, it’s adorable.”

“I’m certainly not cooling my house just for him, I wouldn’t be able to get anything done!”

“You could buy another fridge for the bathroom, if that’s where he stays most of the time.”

I shake my head. “That sounds like an abysmal waste of space and money. I’ll freeze a pan of water for him.”

Violet pouts and moves to pick up Rudger, to my exasperation. “He’s not a hatchling, Violet.”

“I think someone’s jealous that I’m holding such a darling thing!” she teases, nuzzling the top of Rudger’s head.

“You were so worried about me just this morning.” I grumble. “Watch, he’s going to get aroused again and you’ll be so upset when he starts–starts rubbing against you.”

“We’ll train him to be good, you said he was intelligent after all.”

A. Insist on leaving Rudger in the bathroom
B. Go along with Violet’s idea (suggest training methods)

B
might I suggest one of those clickers people use to teach obedience and tricks for their pets? like they do a trick or do something that encourages good behavior, you make the clicker click by pushing the button, and reward them with a treat (a tiny piece of banana in a rabbit's case). they associate that sound with treats, and good behavior. something like that?

B) Treats for positive reinforcement. and for punishment, eh, maybe a spray bottle?

>>1112514

Yea, a perfume sprayer or similar filled with water to discourage him, and treats (including physical affection) for encouragement.

Oh come now Lucy. You can share. Give her a chance with B. Plenty of physical affection for positive behavior, and denial for bad behavior.

Experience the revelation that Violet might be into BDSM.

Also, >>1112524

tippler 2025/08/11(Mon)18:27 No. 1112580 ID: f1368b
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>B
I have a brilliant idea–I fetch one of my old perfume bottles, which I like to wash and keep because the glass is pretty. It still smells faintly of rose petals and leaf litter and I fill it with cool water before joining Violet in the living room. If I spritz Rudger, it’ll be a light admonishment that also helps keep him cool.

>Use a clicker
I’m afraid I don’t have a device like this, although I could buy one from the pet store.

I pick up the half-eaten head of lettuce to serve as positive reinforcement. Violet sits with Rudger on the rug, running her hands over his sides while his eyes lower until half-closed. He takes the time to give me a dirty look when I sit down next to him. I must try to earn back my poor dear’s trust!

I tear off pieces of lettuce that Rudger takes and stuffs in his small mouth. This seems to suit him, being dotted on by two smart, sophisticated women while his damp fur keeps him cool. With no reason to spray him, I let the perfume bottle glitter on the floor.

tippler 2025/08/11(Mon)18:28 No. 1112581 ID: f1368b
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I wonder how Violet’s been dealing with her urges while her husband is overseas. In fact, I’m so curious that I ask her out loud.

“Lucy, what a bold question! I thought you were always shy about this sort of thing, like a proper lady.”

“Before yes, but I’ve been feeling so alone that I can’t help but wonder.” I retort.

“I know how it is, oh, it’s just awful living without a man to love. When I feel particularly gloomy I go to my doctor and he gives me treatment. I’m sure you could do the same, if you’re not ready to find a nice young fellow to entertain you.”

“You sound like my mother, always insisting I get over Cade.”

“No, no dearest, not at all! I just wanted to tell you your options.” Violet clutches Rudger close at the indignity of my accusation. The bunny grinds against her, small penis engorged once more.

A. Spray him
B. Give him lettuce and pets
C. Wait and see what Violet does

>>1112581
B

I wonder what has him so infatuated with her.

Rewarding this behavior with a guest, not a great idea. Spraying him, also not ideal... wait and see if Violet does something to deter him.

C for sure, see what Violet does.

C. Definitely wait and see what she does. Don't want to reward or punish him. Though do give Violet an "Uhhh..." while drawing her attention to his actions, to see what she does.

Give Violet the sprayer so he doesn't associate it solely with you.

C. See what Violet does. How she treats your new pet could seriously affect your relationship, and spraying him seems like it would only dampen her shirt in the long run, worsening the situation.

>>1112589
This is an excellent point. Have her be the source of the negative reinforcement.

>>1112593
Its also important if only one person is the source of the negstove reinforcement they start to associatexthat person with the negativity making them the "bad guy"

D) "Wait what do you mean by 'treatment'?"

>>1112612

Don't you know? The kind that vibrates!

tippler 2025/08/13(Wed)18:40 No. 1112660 ID: f1368b
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>C, let Violet be a source of negative reinforcement too
I certainly don’t want to reward this behavior, and I’m curious to see what Violet does since she was so opposed to my version of punishment earlier.

“He’s aroused.” I warn.

“Yes, I can tell.” Violet wraps her hands around Rudger’s hips and flips him over onto his stomach over her lap. He tries to hump her leg and she brings her palm down to spank his small bottom.

I’m as stunned as Rudger, whose eyes go wide as Violet firmly smacks his behind. She’s not hitting him terribly hard, but to a small bunny the experience must be quite a shock. He grunts, a rare vocalization, and tries to paw against Violet with his uninjured hind leg. I don’t interrupt my friend, despite Rudger’s apparent discomfort.

“Naughty, naughty boy. Did you learn your lesson?” Violet pats Rudger’s bum one final time and sets him down. He slowly gets to his feet and looks between us, rubbing his hindquarters with a tiny white hand.

When we don’t move to punish him further, he edges closer to me and points at the lettuce. Success! I’m back in his good graces, I think, and I reward him generously for coming to that conclusion.

tippler 2025/08/13(Wed)18:40 No. 1112661 ID: f1368b
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>What does Violet mean by ‘treatment’?
I’ve never been to the doctor for it myself, but apparently they have some kind of advanced medical device to help patients deal with their feminine urges.

Violet straightens her dress and resumes petting Rudger, who keeps his back to her. “See? He’s all better now.”

“It certainly did the trick.” I say dryly.

>Later…
My guest excuses herself just as temperatures begin to fall for the day. I’m all caught up on the gossip for a vast expanse of acquaintances and the lettuce is gone. Rudger left an hour earlier to go to the bathroom and didn’t return.

Another busy day! I hardly have time to sit and reminisce about you, dearest.
A. Have a rat for dinner
B. See what Rudger is doing
C. Other (suggest)

Go see what Rudger's doing, you'll learn more about his routine.

A. While he's busy.

>>1112661
You've had an eventful two days. You should eat sooner than later.

Tomorrow you can think about what sort of activities the two of you could enjoy at home together.

>>1112661
>advanced medical device
A dildo ain't advanced tech, woman. It's just a dick-shaped statue.

Anyways, A. Might as well eat while Rudger isn't watching.

C) So, are you planning to live on your widower's pension?

>>1112700

It is if it vibrates with an electric motor!

>>1112720
I kneel to your superior knowledge of dildo tech.

>>1112721
Was revolutionary for its time when they made it water tight stopping shocking patients

>>1112660
Try not to think about getting spanked by Violet.

tippler 2025/08/15(Fri)14:08 No. 1112787 ID: f1368b
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>A, eat a rat
I make sure Rudger is staying put before I walk to the kitchen and retrieve one of the frozen rodents I bought earlier today. She’s a Gargill brand as well, mostly white with a brown streak down her back. Per normal prey quality standards she’s been purged, blanched, and flash frozen for peak nutrition and freshness. I fill a pan with hot water from the sink and submerge the prey to defrost.

Since a rat is smaller than a rabbit, it doesn’t take nearly as long to prepare, nor swallow. I dab at my mouth with a napkin once the last of her long pink tail disappears down my gullet, comforting weight settled into my stomach.

I rinse the thawing pan, fill it with cool water, then slide it into the freezer compartment in case it’s another warm day tomorrow. Feeling a bit sluggish from the feeding, I make my way to bed.

tippler 2025/08/15(Fri)14:09 No. 1112788 ID: f1368b
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>What happens when the life insurance money runs out?
I live a fairly spartan life so I have time. It’s true I still have mortgage payments and Rudger is an unexpected expense, perhaps I should start worrying more about my finances. With my high school diploma I can get a job as a typist or secretary if I’m not in the mood to remarry.

>Consider Violet’s spanking ability
Perhaps her husband is the kind of reptile who likes it when a woman takes charge. You were more traditional, which I always loved during our private encounters.

I’m struck by the mental image of my dress hiked up to my hips, laying across the couch, as Violet slaps my plump bottom. No, no, it’s not quite right–and why am I thinking of my girlfriend that way anyway? If anything, I should be the one to spank her, that silly busybody.

This rat must be doing strange things to my digestion. I roll to my other side and fall asleep.

>The next morning…
>Weather check (warm or wet): Warm
I’m still digesting today so I’ll stay at home. I have several things I could do:

A. Teach Rudger chess
B. Look for job ads in the paper and phone to inquire
C. Other (suggest)

Show Rudger chest, I mean chess.

C. Show Rudger the ice tray and consider other ways of cooling him down. Like an iced water bowl.

C Spend time bonding with Rudger, showing him physical affection, playing with him (as in physical play), let him lead with what sort of play he likes. Have cooldown options with ice available for him to use as needed.

What... do you mean by 'purged'?
And that much artificial food coloring can't be healthy.
There are other meat packaging plants, right?

B) Typist. Secretaries... well, you've seen the movies. Being stuck in a dead-end job is the least of their worries.

>>1112809
She means the digestive system was purged of waste.

>>1112788
A. The job situation won't change by tomorrow, so spend some more quality time with Rudger early on.

As far as jobs go, do you have any interest in painting or graphic design? Maybe modeling for pictures? The military could probably use propagandists, and hiring on an army widow would be good press for them.

>>1112788
B. If you don't have money, there won't be time to play chess with Rudger, much less to teach him it.

tippler 2025/08/17(Sun)17:37 No. 1112892 ID: f1368b
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>Spend time with Rudger
>Chess and physical affection
I really should be responsible and start planning for my future, but it’s much more fun to play with Rudger. Since it’s a warm day, I start by going to the bathroom to show him the pan of ice.

He sniffs around the metal edge of the dish intently before feeling the cold, hard surface. When I put the pan down to work on cleaning his waste and refilling his water, he immediately stretches out against the side of it.

He doesn’t get much time to relax, once I’ve finished tidying I pick the pan back up and take it to the living room. I order Rudger to come and he meanders after me and flops down against the pan again while I assemble the chess board.

On second thought, I retrieve a banana as a motivational treat. Rudger’s big eyes widen when he tastes the sweet fruit for the first time. I have his rapt attention as I demonstrate how all of the pieces move. It’ll take some practice games to show checking mechanics, but I’m sure he’ll learn quickly.

After a few missteps where I gleefully teach Rudger about knight forks and en passant, we start a semi-serious game in earnest. He copies my traditional openings but starts to innovate in the mid-game. He plays quickly, and I match his speed.

Of course, he’s still a novice. I take great pleasure in beating him, which makes him flick his ears in frustration. I always enjoyed trouncing you, love, and the satisfaction of a win over Rudger is almost as delicious.

tippler 2025/08/17(Sun)17:37 No. 1112893 ID: f1368b
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My pet sets up the board again after his most recent defeat, even though I’m out of banana and he has no reason to keep playing. He tolerates my petting and keeps his eyes on the game, little brow furrowed with a mix of rage and concentration. It’s a touch frightening, and in the confusion I hang a rook and can’t recover.

I win the next game, but Rudger beats me again. And again on black this time. Now I’m the one who’s upset, how could he be this talented already? It’s–It’s entirely unfair! I must be slow from my meal yesterday, lowly prey can’t match the cunning of a snake!

I focus all of my wit on the next game, but he ekes out another victory with a pair of pawns that he runs to the end of the board. The impudent rabbit has a wicked smirk on his face as he stands to go to the bathroom.

So he's totally sapient. Time to teach him sign language, to read and write, and to make more nuanded vocalizations, if it's the case that he's not completely mute. Also about consent and how to give you a massage. Go find some materials for helpful communication techniques.

Got a theory on this. What if Rudger is "defective" in mind? Or anti-defective? General idea is he's smarter for unknown reasons. He realized he what was going on and escaped before it was too late. Wasn't a clean escape given the wound. Dunno how to test this though. Even if we confirm this it changes little.

You should be proud. His capability is a result of your training after all.

>>1112893
Embrace the rivalry. Let the competition flow through you. But more rematches can come another day.

Teaching some simple sign language to start sounds like a good thing.

Well now you have a new goal, get better at chess to show that bun who's boss.

Rabbits are pretty quick creatures. Try teaching him another boardgame.

If he can pick this up this quickly then you could probably teach him how to read and write. Seems a good of a learning exercise as any. For now, follow the bun.

...That is one smart rabbit.
I wonder... if you found something Rudger was really good at, you could write a book on his ideas and sell them! A chess manual for specific openings could be a niche bestseller among the professional chess players. Or you could test out different games and see which ones he's best at.
(Even if it's not a popular thing, if a chess grandmaster recommends the book, all their groupies will buy it and then forget about refunding it)

>>1112905
It's a shame we're too early to become a content creator/influencer.

>>1112893
I'll tell you the same thing you always told me when you won: "Git gud."

Is online chess a thing yet? The best part of that would be the inability of sore losers to swallow their opponents.

>>1112915

You're about 200 years too early...

tippler 2025/08/19(Tue)20:07 No. 1113005 ID: f1368b
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>Follow Rudger
As expected, he hops in the tub to defecate, then takes a long drink and bundles some hay together to carry back to the living room. I’m likely due for a bowel movement myself any day now.

>Get better at chess
Despite my frustration, I take a few deep breaths and try to keep playing. I win only one of the next four games and get so upset I have to stand and pace. I’ll have to check if the library has a guide book on chess strategies. Rudger will have a harder time against a trick or opening he hasn’t seen before.

>What year is it?
Why, it’s 1950. The war is in its third year and shows no sign of stopping–a terrible tragedy that’s led to the death of many young men. Those damn mongrels to the north are bloodthirsty monsters!

>Consider rabbit intelligence
If all rabbits were as smart as Rudger, surely it would be common knowledge? My pet must be special, clever enough to escape the farm and find his way to me, after all!

tippler 2025/08/19(Tue)20:07 No. 1113006 ID: f1368b
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>Teach another board game
Checkers is trivial compared to chess, giving me a much needed mental break. Rudger shows detached interest in the game and points to the chess pieces to try and convince me to play more.

>Can Rudger talk?
He seems naturally quiet. I’ve really only heard him vocalize when upset.

>Teach him sign language
I can’t teach something I don’t know myself.

>Teach him to read and write
Oh I suppose I might as well, but I’m much too tired to try today. I put everything away and lie on my couch in the sun while Rudger enjoys his ice pan.

I’m startled out of my relaxed stupor by my rotary phone ringing. I don’t often get calls–most reptiles I know and care for are within walking distance. I hurry to stand and answer.

“This is Lucy Green, may I ask who’s speaking?”

I hear a click as the operator connects the lines and a deep, ebullient voice warbles against my inner ear. “Good afternoon ma’am, this is Gustave Gargill, son of Gummy Gargill, current CEO of Gargill Inc. I work at the local branch and I was informed that you’ve become the recent owner of one of our live meat rabbits!”

“Oh, y-yes Mr. Gargill, I have.”

“That’s tremendous, really. I’m calling to make sure there haven’t been any issues or strange behavior, you know, I wouldn’t want one of our products causing trouble for a valued customer.”

Not at all, he's been quite docile

You know deep down that if they found out just how smart he is, they would surely take him away from you. Tell them that Rudger fell right in to your life when you needed them. Their companionship will surely help you get through these troubling war times. You couldn't bear it apart with them now.

Suspicion level up. Why would the CEO himself be calling? Surely he could delegate this. Very odd... still, voicing these suspicions would be unbecoming. Play nice.

>>1113006
Strange how? You don't really have any sort of reference for how rabbits normally act, do you?

>>1113006
Gargill himself? Surely he doesn't call up every single customer himself. Maybe they recently had a bunny escape and they want it back or something

>>1113006
No, he's quite chill. Giggle to yourself about the ice pun.

>bowel movement
Speaking of which, consider getting a baby seat for the toilet. That'd help Rudie use it without falling in.

>>1113014
This.

"I don't believe you are who you say you are. In fact, I don't wish to communicate with Gargill Incorporated any further than legally necessary. But if you really are the son of the CEO of the entire company, please mail any legal requirements I must fulfill to my house and don't ever call me again."
Hang up.

>>1113028 Far too blunt dude. We be unnecessarily antagonistic and they'll get suspicious. We gotta play naive while "ignorantly" stonewalling.

>>1113029

Agree to this.

Keep your responses short and lacking in information until you have a better read on his intentions. Don't offer any information that isn't requested, and wait on telling them anything you think might be used against you.

>>1113006
Oh he has just been absolutely darling has helped emotionally support me in my loneliness having something to care for

tippler 2025/08/21(Thu)17:57 No. 1113067 ID: f1368b
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Why is the son of the Gummy Gargill himself calling me? Do they suspect my Rudger is a recent escapee? Even if he is, he’s found a good place here with me and it’s none of their business. There must be something afoot, and I affect a girlish, airheaded tone.

“He’s been an absolute darling, I love my pet bunny very much. You know it’s been very hard since my husband was lost in the war and having something to care for has been a great help. Rudger is a docile, sweet thing, he’s my little miracle, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“That’s wonderful ma’am. To be more specific, you haven’t noticed any tool use or periods where he’s gone missing?”

“No, not at all.”

“Well that’s swell, just swell…As Manager of Product Safety I do have to ask you for a favor, Ms. Green. I was told Rudger is both intact and has his thumbs, and it would be a terrible tragedy if he got himself into trouble. Legally, Gargill is partially liable for any rabbits not expressly sold for the purpose of being pets, which includes your Rudger, unfortunately.”

tippler 2025/08/21(Thu)17:57 No. 1113068 ID: f1368b
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“Oh please don’t take him away!” I say. I don’t have to try very hard to sound pathetic and plaintive.

“Of course not, of course not, if you simply stop by my office this afternoon or evening, you can sign the adoption paperwork and Rudger will be yours to do with what you please. How does that sound, my dear? I can even send a car to pick you up at your convenience.”

I’m grateful Gustave didn’t suggest I have Rudger mutilated, the thought of such a thing being common practice is becoming more and more disturbing.

I do have some reservations about meeting a man presumably alone in his office…If he has ill intentions then I could be in trouble! Imagine–forced to do indecent acts at the threat of my pet’s life.

Such a transgressive daydream is my private thrill, I’m sure Mr. Gargill would never actually risk the bad press. Why, I assume a well-bred reptile like him already has a wife and children.

I won’t bring Rudger on a lengthy trip like this.
A. Agree to go alone
B. Ask to bring Violet
C. Refuse entirely

C) Explain to him that you would like the paperwork delivered to your doorstep, along with the legal liability release forms and any additional documentation. For personal reasons, you do not intend to leave the local neighborhood any time soon.

Hang up. Huh, you have connections with a corporate executive now. Might be useful at finding work... elsewhere, since you're going to cut rabbits from your diet and you'd have to see them every day if you worked there.

>>1113068
A. It sounds like he's just concerned for your safety. The vet gave you basically the same talk he did. If there was really some grand conspiracy, they probably would have pushed harder against leaving him intact.

Be sure to let Violet know where you're headed, just in case.

D.
Agree to meet at a neutral, public place. Like the local market. Have Violet housesit for you incase they try and nab Rudger while you're away.

A. It's maybe not the smartest decision, but it sounds the most interesting. Seconded for leaving Violet to housesit.

Also A! Thirding having Violet watch over Rudger. Imagine the stories she'd have when she also gets her tail handed to her in chess by a pet rabbit! Your little prodigy!

Don't forget to thank Mr. Gargill for being so understanding!

Wait he's CEO and manager of product safety too? Suspicion level up. He mentioned rabbit tool usage. Well combine that with his chess playing equals... implications. Definitely not A at all. Should we go B we'd like our friend to be with us to help with nerves. Should we go C we're sure he's a busy man and we can sign paperwork at the car he mentioned. Less fuss. Or we could combine those. Would be optimal as it covers all angles.

>>1113068
B. We can deal with Rudger making a mess, but this dude's corporate. Never trust a company man.

>>1113068
B. We can deal with Rudger making a mess, but this dude's corporate. Never trust a company man.

>>1113068
C
Ask him to send over the paperwork. It wouldn't be fair to leave Rudger alone for that long

>>1113068
B because holy fuck this is just an attempt to get into your pants.

tippler 2025/08/23(Sat)12:31 No. 1113122 ID: f1368b
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>Wait, Gustave’s a CEO and Manager of Product Safety?
No, his father Gummy is the CEO and Gustave likely has his job because of that.

>C, refuse to go
I don’t want to leave Rudger alone for too long, nor do I want to get trapped in a strange place by a suspicious company man. He’s being far too friendly–he may sound like Dr. Alfie, all sensible concern about my safety, but I don’t want him laying a hand on me or my rabbit.

“Mr. Gargill, I see no reason why you can’t have your driver deliver the papers to me directly. I can meet him in my front yard and save us both some trouble.”

“Ah, well, if you’re sure…I was hoping I could speak to you in greater privacy.”

What could be more private than a phone call? “I’m afraid I’m quite sure. I had a meal yesterday and I’m a sorrowful widow in mourning, I simply can’t bear the stress of a meeting.”

“Alright, whatever you’d like, ma’am. I’ll send that car now and if you ever notice anything strange with Rudger, don’t be afraid to give me a call.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gargill, have a nice rest of your day.”

tippler 2025/08/23(Sat)12:31 No. 1113123 ID: f1368b
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I hang up the phone and smooth my dress in preparation to wait outside. If I apply for a job in the future, it probably shouldn’t be at the farm lest I run into Gustave in person, which would be terribly awkward after snubbing him.

Rudger follows me to the front yard and nibbles grass for a few minutes before slinking inside to his ice pan and shade. After half an hour, an unfamiliar lizard arrives and hands me a pen and clipboard. The forms are simple, essentially saying I take complete ownership of Rudger and that any damage he may cause is my responsibility. I sign in two places and that’s that.

>Items of interest
I linger outside in the sun after the car has left. I don’t think I need any kind of special training devices for Rudger, a clicker would be redundant when I have treats and he needs access to his waste so I don’t want him using the toilet after all. I do need to check out a chess book to get revenge, and the hay is running low.

What should I do tomorrow?
A. Errands in town (includes a random encounter and an option to visit the doctor)
B. Teach Rudger how to read and write

A

A

A.

>>1113123
A

A

>>1113123
A. B can always be done later, but whatever happens today only happens today.

tippler 2025/08/25(Mon)17:55 No. 1113169 ID: f1368b
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>The next morning…
>Weather check (warm or wet): Warm
Perfect bright sunshine for a day in town. I put on one of my low cut dresses to get as much light on my skin as possible, prepare my basket, and give Rudger a kiss on the top of his head goodbye. He rubs where I smooched him, seemingly confused.

“You be a good boy, alright? I’ll send Violet over to keep you company.”

True to my word, I stop by my friend’s house and tell her about my pet’s precocious chess ability. “I left the back door open, you can stop by and play with him if you’re free.”

“Oh I certainly will! Baby bunny and I will have so much fun.” Violet gushes.

My next stop is the library, where I slowly peruse the shelves. This might be a good place to work, it’s quiet and slow-paced compared to the bustle of an office. I check out an appropriate chess manual as well as an intriguing romance novel with a gripping cover before walking toward the pet store.

>Random encounter (2 possibilities): Mother
“Lucy Green, what are you doing out dressed like a harlot?”

tippler 2025/08/25(Mon)17:55 No. 1113170 ID: f1368b
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I spin around to face my mother, who’s wearing her usual fashionable hat and scarf. She’s a touch shorter than me, and her sacs are beginning to sag with age, but her gaze and bearing are as formidable as ever. As a fellow widow since my father passed when I was 17 due to his heavy smoking and drinking, she’s been determined that I avoid spinsterhood. I understand her worry, but I do wish she wasn’t so forceful!

“Mother, that’s a terrible thing to say to your daughter. I’m only enjoying the sun.” I protest.

“If you’re well enough to walk around like this you’re well enough to see suitors again. What are you even doing in this part of town?”

“I’m shopping for my new rabbit who came to me a few days ago, but that’s really none of your business. I know you’ll just say pets are a waste of time and energy but I’m very attached to Rudger.”

We’ve both stopped on the sidewalk to speak to each other and a young man carefully ducks around us.

Mother frowns. “Rudger? You’re letting some feral, male prey live with you?”

What's the matter mother, just now you were complaining there weren't any young virile men in my home!

"I needed a hobby."

>>1113170
Rudger isn't the most gentlemanly rabbit, but nobody can call him feral. He hasn't shown any sort of inclination towards hurting anyone in the short time we've known him.

Now's not a great time to start looking for a serious relationship, though. A lot of single men are still off at war, and the ones who aren't are either too old for you, or have a habit of thinking they know what's best for you.

No, you wouldn't accept a partner who tries to dictate your life, nor should you accept that from your mother. You'll start dating when you feel like it or find someone you connect with.

And why not mother? Or are you insinuating that your own daughter would stoop to bestiality?

It should be common sense that the dating pool is severely dried up with the war going on.

>>1113170
Mom should remarry if she thinks it's so cool

>>1113170
Consider the benefits of expanding your dating pool to include women.

>>1113170
>"Mom.. what men? Doctors and beurocrats twice or thrice my age?, and i know he is still alive out there"

tippler 2025/08/27(Wed)10:14 No. 1113213 ID: f1368b
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“What does my pet being male have anything to do with it? He’s very obedient and he’s learning to be a gentleman. He’s a wonderful hobby I can focus on instead of being miserable!”

“Anyone eligible bachelor who comes calling will think less of you, and the prey may consider you his territory and chase them away! Why–” she drops her voice to a stage hiss. “They might even think you’re…fraternizing with him.”

I flush and stomp my foot a little in frustration. “Mother, what eligible bachelors? Because of the war the only single males left in town are old men and boys. I don’t want to be stuck with a fussy geezer I’ll have to take care of for the rest of my life.”

“That’s not entirely true, plenty of workers at Gargill got an exemption to the draft.”

I shudder, awkward memory of my conversation with Gustave still fresh in my mind. “No thank you. I’ll have better luck waiting until the war ends and the men come home.”

>Consider dating women
What in the world? I can’t marry a woman–it’s illegal and frankly a ridiculous idea.

tippler 2025/08/27(Wed)10:14 No. 1113214 ID: f1368b
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Mother rearranges her scarf but stays stubbornly in my way. “Lucy, I’m worried about you and our country. With so much uncertainty it’s better to get settled, simply for the physical and financial security. Can you promise to see suitors if I find someone appropriate?”

This is so frustrating! “You’re not listening at all, please just leave me alone–can’t you just be happy that I’m feeling better? If marriage were really so wonderful then you would have found someone after father passed!”

Oh no, I’ve gone too far. My poor mother’s eyes fill with tears and she dabs at her nose with a silk kerchief before hurrying past me. I’m left standing rather foolishly with my books and mixed feelings of relief and guilt. I glance around to check for nosy observers, then continue on my way to the pet store.

I order another two bales of hay to be delivered to my house and wander the aisles aimlessly. My argument with my mother has put me in a glum mood.

A. Go see a doctor
B. Go home early to see Violet and Rudger

B.

B. A doctor will just call you hysterical and prescribe lithium or something. Get ahead of the times and find a marijuana dealer.

B.
Mothers are allowed to worry. But if she truly thinks widows moving on is the best course of action, then she can lead by example. She knows you love her. Maybe write her a letter.

>Plenty of workers at Gargill got an exemption to the draft
SUS.

>Woman marrying a woman is illegal and silly
If it's too silly to consider, then why is it illegal?

B

B) friends will cheer far more than some doctor

>>1113213
>Can't marry women.
Just buy a second bed that you never use and call her your housemate.
>>1113214
Doctors don't prescribe lithium to depressed war widows, they prescribe vibrators. I don't think you need either of those, though.

When it comes to dating, it would probably feel less like a betrayal if you looked for a partner among the honorably discharged rather than any draft dodgers. Just avoid anyone looking for a caretaker.

B because nothing bad happens from coming home early. Besides, maybe Violet could help teach reading and writing with you

tippler 2025/08/29(Fri)14:22 No. 1113290 ID: f1368b
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>B
I’m not in the mood to be pitied by a doctor for my emotions. Better to go home and relax with Violet and Rudger, once I feel better I can write my mother a letter to apologize.

On the walk home, I stay in my thoughts, although I guiltily notice that several passersby stare at my chest.

>If women marrying each other is silly, why is it illegal?
I’m not exactly sure why, but there must be prudent, professional reasons. Maybe the officiants don’t want all of the spinsters marrying each other and clogging up the court system. Also, a woman would be much happier with a man and families and children are very important!

As I approach my house, I hear Violet’s voice calling repeatedly. How queer! I hurry to see what she’s doing.

tippler 2025/08/29(Fri)14:23 No. 1113291 ID: f1368b
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The viper is frantically circling my yard, peeking under bushes and chairs. “Rudger? Rudger, come! Please come back!”

My scales itch with fear. “Violet, what’s wrong?”

“Oh! This is so mortifying Lucy, Rudger ran away from me! He opened the back door and slipped through and I don’t know where he’s gone! I promise I was going to find him before you came home, I’m awfully sorry.”

I put down my books by the front step. A white rabbit should be easy to spot in my yard, which means Rudger must have ventured further away. “What were you doing before he left? Be honest.”

Violet averts her gaze. “I was petting him and when he got excited he pushed me away and went to the bathroom. I followed him and saw he was touching himself! That’s very indecent behavior–but when I went to spank him to teach him that he was being naughty he escaped!”

Oh no! Grab some fresh greens and begin the search at once!

Discuss this later, go around the back and follow the likely path he would have went. It's better either of you two find him first before anyone else.

>officants
Or, maybe it's because the thin-skinned sociopathic tech-bros ruling your society can't handle the idea that a woman would rather fall in love with another woman than one of them.

>children are important
How many orphans go unadopted because every other adult is too busy making children of their own?

>Rudger is missing
Where's the nearest rabbit sanctuary? Rudger might be looking to mate a wild rabbit or something.

>>1113291
Yeah, sounds like he's looking for some booty. He might be dribbling, look for a trail in the backyard and track the scent.

>>1113291
I wonder what it is about Violet's petting that gets him so aroused. Hmmm.

You're responsible for both his wellbeing and any harm that might occur as a result of his actions. Ask Violet to calm down and use your phone to notify emergency services, while you try to find him yourself.

Tsk, can't expect that level of decency from a pet, and it was rude to interrupt his privacy. No time for chiding though.

Rather than rush off, think about where nearby a small animal would feel safe. Somewhere secluded, and likely cool too. He probably didn't go far, after all he got hurt out here once before.

>>1113290
I guess the marriage would sort of be tax fraud the goverment does give out benefits for married couples like tax credits and stuff but the baseline expectation is the union will produce children and encourage marriage i guess, or marriage would be completely ritualistic with no legal or social diffrence

>>1113291
Are there any nearby watersources? With convenient shade? Look for any ponds or water flows if there is no wild sanctuary

tippler 2025/08/31(Sun)12:45 No. 1113336 ID: f1368b
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>Why does Rudger enjoy Violet’s petting so much?
From what I’ve seen, she tends to touch him all over with her nimble fingers while I awkwardly pat him with my big mitts. I’m sure that if I acted deliberately I could achieve the same effect.

>Call law enforcement
This is a last resort if I can’t find him myself. Poor Rudger would be terrified of so many intimidating strangers stomping around trying to capture him.

I hurry inside to get a fresh bell pepper to help lure the rabbit out. It’s a warm day, so Rudger will stick to the cool shade. I start at the back of my house and try to follow the most logical path through my neighbors’ unfenced yards. His leg is still injured and he can’t have gone far.

Violet trails after me. She should have known better and given Rudger his privacy instead of disturbing him like that! I want to scold her, but instead I flick my tongue out to try and catch Rudger’s scent. Yes, there’s a strong musky smell of his arousal, he must be close.

tippler 2025/08/31(Sun)12:46 No. 1113337 ID: f1368b
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>Rudger random encounter check (three options): Female pet rabbit
>Female spay check: Result hidden
I approach a short, well-kempt magnolia tree a few houses north of my own and gasp with shock at what I see beneath it. Rudger and a brown rabbit are passionately making love–although my pet stops to look around for the source of the noise before going back to his ministrations. I see the female is leashed to the tree next to a water bowl and food pellets, oh my, she’s certainly enjoying Rudger’s attention.

I clamp my hand over Violet’s mouth to stop her from squealing as I decide what to do.
A. Interrupt them
B. Knock on the door of the house
C. Keep watching

Interrupt them before they go any further. Won't this be an interesting introduction to a fellow pet owner!

A, Interrupt them quickly! You legally adopted Rudger, so if he gets her pregnant then you're going to be liable for it.

>>1113337
A. Interrupt them
Time to snatch our little fella

B) Leave them alone or Rudger will hate you
Ask the owner if they want puppies.

A
Grab him
Stuff him under your blouse

C.

>>1113337
B. It's probably best to check with the doe's owner if she's been spayed. If you cockblock him here, he'll just act up again later.

C) I mean, it would be nice if you could just, quietly collect him once he's done. Rabbits are fast right, how long could he take?

>>1113337
C) Pick him up after and avoid an awkward social interaction.

C. Pick him up after he's done. Be respectful and polite like that, no need to antagonize either of them.

2. Find out if she's spayed. Plus having not-us stop this if she's unspayed will avoid him blaming us.

>>1113337
A, this idiot shouldn't be rewarded with a nut for his behavior ir he'll do it again.

A. If he is going to be busting any nuts, it's going to be under your control- Wait, what?

C He clearly needs to get it out of his system

>>1113337
C. You can do B later and apologize, but it's just ridiculous to think that knocking on someone's door and telling them their property is being violated by your property would do anything good. In the far flung chance the owner is okay with it, A could happen later.

>>1113396
Damn it. I mixed up C and A. I meant A! A! C could happen later!

tippler 2025/09/02(Tue)16:45 No. 1113409 ID: f1368b
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>A, stop this at once!
I’ll be a shameful, irresponsible pet owner if the rabbit I’ve legally adopted gets another pregnant! Also, if Rudger learns he can run from home and seduce others’ property without swift repercussions, he’s sure to do it again. I quickly stride over the lawn toward the promiscuous pair.

“Rudger! Rudger you’ve been a very bad boy!” I seize him round the hips and pull him free while he’s still in shock at my appearance. That doesn’t last very long–he shrieks with dismay and reaches for his lover, who’s similarly distraught at the sudden interruption. I feel a little bad for interrupting him, but Violet’s right, he must learn to be proper instead of succumbing to his base instincts!

He struggles fiercely and pulls at my dress, baring one of my sacs. I flush, readjust, and hurry back to Violet. Hopefully the owner of the doe didn’t see any of that, and judging by Rudger’s firm penis against my flank, he didn’t make it to completion.

“Shall I spank him?” Violet asks hopefully.

“No, we need to take him home first.”

tippler 2025/09/02(Tue)16:45 No. 1113410 ID: f1368b
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Rudger turns away from me and sulks the moment I set him down in the bathroom.

“Oh don’t be like that! You could have gotten us both into big trouble, mister. I know you’re smart, it’s basic manners and common sense not to run out of the house and engage with the first female you see!”

I really don’t have a way to stop him from venturing out again, so I hope he listens to my tone. I’m afraid I’ve badly upset him–I leave the bell pepper as a peace offering and go to the living room to be with Violet.

Sensing my dour mood, she pats my leg. “You did the right thing deary. I’m very sorry for all the trouble but I’m glad he’s back safe and sound.”

A. Think of a way to make it up to Rudger (suggest)
B. Ask Violet to go to town and buy a chain and padlock to keep Rudger secured at night

A. Thank Violet for her help. Things need to shift gears now. You need to entice him with something to get him to stay otherwise he'll just break out again. Something outside the box. Consider upping the rewards for winning games. Treats, pets.. some exposed shoulders from you?

A: Start petting him lower. Shoulder rubs might be a good place to start.