>>1120982
You have to use it as part of a trap. Your fastest runner has to lure one of the more dangerous people (Gargill, the chameleon, ect) to a burrow. As they're standing around outside the entrance, the gun handlers fire from behind them in a opposite burrow or camouflaged gun nest like a ghillie suit

>>1120982
that or at least a bipod on the muzzle. at your size this is less a sidearm and more like a rifle, best used in an ambush. Your biggest advantage here is that no one will be expecting you to have it. Position yourself well, on a high shelf or within a bush, and you can end them before they know you're there.

This is only the beginning. They have an army at their beck and call, but you now have the one thing that will make any individual reptile back the @#$% off.

They are going to notice a missing gun. Go to ground, stick to burrowing for now. If you can link your nest to multiple zones, it'll be easy to set up a long-range location to assassinate a jerk, then cut the tunnel off.

Use Violet's fridge rabbits as decoys if you need to fake your death.

>>1120976
That thing is your backup.
Right now a guy has lost his gun and will probably be a bit reluctant to tell anyone because that could cost him his job.
Its the kind of surprise that could turn a bad situation around, but only once.

The tripod or scrap barrel bracevis a great idea.

Oh, and brace yourself for a bath when you get home rudger.
Even if the stain is gone, youre likely stinky.

tippler 2026/02/13(Fri)02:14 No. 1121036 ID: f1368b
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I pick up the gun and try different ways of positioning it in my paws. I hold it like a rifle, but the shape of the pistol isn’t really suited to it. I can grab the barrel and reach the trigger at the same time though, so it’d work in a pinch.

“Grass is right–we have to take advantage of this opportunity while the reptiles aren’t expecting us to be armed. That policeman might not tell anyone he lost his gun and even if he does they aren’t sure we have it.”

I mime out the shape of a short tripod. “Sky, you could make a little thing out of sticks, with like a, a flat part on top we can reset the gun on to keep it stable. We’ll wait in a bush for the chameleon and–”

“And kill him!” Grass ruffles my ears. “You’re pretty smart Windy–”

“Rudger.” Root mutters.

The air in the burrow thickens with sudden tension. Grass puffs up and frowns at me.

“You’re not still pretending to use that name, are ya Wind?”

get all bashful about it. You like the name, so what?

"Then come up with a better name. 'Windy' makes me look like a farter."

>>1121036
Give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him to stop trying to drag you into this argument. You're holding a firearm. You don't have time to get heated over this.

Oh we're not doing this right now we should be celebrating the progress.

Hopefully the officer is too embarrassed to talk about it. I suppose he does have reason to fear his job, and literally anyone could have walked in and taken his gun.

>>1121036
I see no reason not to keep both names. They were each given by people who cared about you, and there's no reason to insult either of them.

>>1120994
When we get back, we should crawl under the sink cupboard or something, where we can conceivably have gotten a random smudge of oil on our ear. Avoids questions of where we went.

>>1121042
Indeed.
You guys are free now and if that means you wanna be rudger because you like it then you get to be rudger.

tippler 2026/02/14(Sat)21:30 No. 1121103 ID: f1368b
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“I’m not pretending, I just like the name Rudger, that’s all. Windy makes me sound like I have gas.” I mutter.

“It’s just a nickname, ‘Wind on Fur’ is really nice and beautiful. It’s the name your mother gave you.” Grass says pointedly.

“Can we not do this right now? We should be celebrating our progress and not nitpicking each other. If I want to be called Rudger, just call me Rudger.”

Grass doesn’t look happy. “Yeah, okay, and where are you staying tonight?”

“I–well, at Violet’s house. That’s Lucy’s friend, she’s looking after me. She’d be worried if I wasn’t there in the morning.”

“That’s exactly the problem! You’re more loyal to these monsters than to your own kind! How are we supposed to trust you to have our backs if you can’t even give up being a pet?”

Root scoots closer and distracts Grass with a paw on his shoulder and a peck to the cheek. “We’re all tired, honey, let’s go to bed and worry about things tomorrow.”

Grass grumbles, but lets himself be pulled to the nest. I quietly slip out of the burrow. When I get to Violet’s house, I wash my oily fur with soap in the bathroom sink.

tippler 2026/02/14(Sat)21:30 No. 1121104 ID: f1368b
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>The next morning…
>Weather check (warm or wet): Wet
Another slow, rainy day. I brought my cloak back with me and stashed it under Violet’s bushes, so I don’t have to show my face at the burrow if I don’t want to. Grass’s accusations bother me a lot, partly because he’s right. I am a species traitor at this point, my brothers don’t even know I’m in love with Lucy and willingly slept with her!

Even if she found a mate for us like we agreed, I’m not sure I’d be able to stay away. Lucy’s a special woman, clever, kind, mature–I kick my feet and roll off the silk cushion to do something productive instead of wallowing all morning.

Violet is more restless today than she was yesterday. She switches through the channels of the radio without giving me a chance to properly hear the news, stares out the window at the rain, and paces around the house. I catch her eyeing me in a way that’s, well, a little hungry. I’m not scared–I can understand her restlessness and I feel sorry for her.

What should I do today?

>>1121103
Uh-oh.

Gargill is ruthless, and has no code of honor. They'd poison Violet with sabotaged rabbits if it meant she'd be one less loose end.
She might be starving for certain proteins and not realize it, that would explain her growing hunger.

she NEEDS rabbit dick

>>1121104
Be cute and adorable.
I know its embarrassing but its almost a superpower for rabbits
It will soothe her.

Look around for something to keep learning numbers and maybe letters from.

>>1121105
That or she's unbearably horny. I guess it doesn't hurt to sniff her food and see if anything smells weird.

>>1121104
Use your body heat to warm up some pillows and then give her the warm pillows. Reptiles love warm pillows.

Big stretch, groom and go cuddle with Violet. She'll like the warmth, I'm sure

Groom and stretch out on the couch. Big ladies love a big stretch.

tippler 2026/02/17(Tue)00:39 No. 1121140 ID: f1368b
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>Groom, stretch, and look cute
I project tranquility as I go about my usual business. I munch on hay and then give myself a thorough bath on the couch in full view of Violet’s hungry gaze. I think she’s really feeling the lack of release, but I’m comfortable in my decision not to seduce her.

When I take a huge, quivering, full-body stretch, she can’t help but coo with delight. “Oh my, Rudger, what a big stretch!”

She sits down on the couch next to me and I curl up between her thigh and tail. I yawn and show off my little pink mouth and she starts to pet my back.

tippler 2026/02/17(Tue)00:39 No. 1121141 ID: f1368b
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>Violet urge avoidance check: Failure
I’m as chaste and comfortable as could be, arms and legs tucked into my body as I sit prim next to the snake. It must be nice as a cold-blooded animal to cuddle with a warm-blooded one like me.

Aaack! I’m startled when Violet suddenly heaves me into her lap, belly up. I cross my legs instinctively, but Violet pats my knee insistently until I relax. She starts petting my stomach, hand drifting lower and lower.

I’m kind of uncomfortable with this, but when I squirm she doesn’t let me go. Uh oh.

A. Tell her to stop
B. Kick at her hard
C. Let her do as she pleases

A, nonverbally. Hold her hand back or something? But that's not a no, it's a 'hold on'.
It's a fine line to tread, but she's made the first move. You should take the next one, and guide her into something more mutual.

B) Squirm, but do it adorably. Just don't get your claws out.

A) whine, and if that doesn't work say no

C. she NEEDS rabbit dick

>>1121141
A, but nonverbal. Try to turn it back into affection, not lust.

>>1121141
C. Might as well let her have some fun, we'll be fucking off soon.

D. Make unbroken eye contact and prepare to jump. Your feet might have enough leverage against her thighs to push against. She will either back down with the eye contact or be too distracted to stop you from getting away.

C, sneduction is back on the menu

C. But whimper and tremble, attempt to make her feel guilty about this.

C She clearly needs it, and if reptiles can get along with bunnies... Well a win is a win

tippler 2026/02/19(Thu)03:17 No. 1121244 ID: f1368b
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>C, she needs a release
I wriggle and squeak to try and send the message that I don’t like this nonverbally, but Violet just shushes me and holds tighter to my back to keep me in place. I’d need to startle her, either by speaking or using my full strength, to escape.

No, I can’t. I don’t want to hurt Violet and I don’t want her to find out I can talk. I have to be good and put up with whatever she’s doing until she’s satisfied. I shouldn’t be upset, it’s not a big deal, this might even help her feel more empathy for rabbits, maybe.

“Good boy, that’s right, settle down.” Violet’s hand follows the lean curve of my stomach to my sack–I jolt when she pinches me lightly before she resumes her innocent petting. Her wide eyes are fixed on my slit, where my cock is starting to poke out.

“You’re a naughty mammal aren’t you? Such base things, like those mongrels attacking us, you can’t help succumbing to lust and sin. All you want to do is eat and breed–dirty, dirty boy.”

She’s the one who grabbed me, what is she talking about? Ugh, Violet’s being really weird, it reminds me of when she randomly spanked me after winding me up, it’s almost like she wants to punish me.

tippler 2026/02/19(Thu)03:25 No. 1121247 ID: f1368b
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I whine when she puts the tips of her fingers on my dick and starts to stroke the wet, pink flesh. It feels good, I can’t argue with that, but it’s–it’s wrong. This isn’t my Lucy, and I’m scared Violet will decide she wants to hit me again.

I shut my eyes and stay very still and quiet and hope she doesn’t get upset.

>Violet sadism avoidance check: Failure
She pauses to pinch my balls again, hard, and I come to life with a shriek of pain.

“That’s right! That’s what you get for your naughty, wicked urges. You should be ashamed that you’ve given Lucy so much trouble, I ought to get this dirty thing removed, then you’ll be much cuter.”

I don’t like the sound of that at all! When I try and tip myself off Violet’s lap it only tugs on my nuts and makes the pain worse.

She slaps my flagging boner and tugs on my collar while I writhe and squeal. Why is she doing this? It’s cruel! I wasn’t even being bad or disobedient or anything!

As soon as she lets me go, I dart under the sofa, quivering. She leans forward to stare at me in my hiding place.

“You’re not mad at me, are you Rudger? I’m sorry for being a meanie, why don’t you come out and we can play some cards?”

Nope! You’re not coming out of that sofa! not for the rest of the day.

Ugh, people who get a sexual thrill on inflicting pain on others and don't have a framework to get real meaningful consent from them are horrible. Especially when they project their moral failings and guilt on others. Yea, you don't trust her at all.

>>1121247
Not good.
She thinks youre an animal.
People who hurt animals for a kick, sexual or otherwise, are damaged in ways that make them unpredictable.
Her knowing you can speak is a definite no no now

I think now's a good time to reveal that Rudger can talk.

Tell Violet how incredibly disappointing it is that she'd force herself upon Rudger, let alone violently.

Lucy might well be the only kind reptile there is, and she's being punished while others close to her have already given up on her. It's incomprehensible how someone so upset by Lucy's arrest to the point of breaking down in tears, could bring herself to harm and consider maiming another being close to Lucy.

Lucy's mother had held contempt for Rudger from the beginning. Violet is merely cruel.

>>1121263

Would playing the, 'Lucy cares for me and my well being and wholeness, and you sexually assaulted me and are seriously considering maiming me. Why do you betray her trust so?' card is viable, it is a bit high risk/high reward of an option.

>>1121247
She's definitely into some weird shit. Staying with her was useful for a time, but our plans are in motion, so avoid her and we leave tonight.

She might put away the knife by the time we leave tonight, but we have a GUN, so the knife isn't a huge loss.

Stay hid

Don’t say anything to her

tippler 2026/02/20(Fri)21:24 No. 1121342 ID: f1368b
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>Stay put
I gnash my teeth and shake. I want to yell at Violet that she should be ashamed to call herself Lucy’s friend, but I can only let out a strangled sob. My back braces against the wall and I take deep breaths to try and calm down.

I don’t trust her! No, even worse, I hate her! She gave me a nervous feeling when she came to the house while Lucy was at work that one time, the same day I stormed out and met Minnie, but now I know she’s bad news for sure! Even if she thinks I’m just an animal, what she did was messed up. It doesn’t matter if she’s bored and sexually frustrated, that’s not an excuse for assault.

I stay in my hiding spot despite Violet’s persistent coaxing. Her tone turns cross before she gives up and leaves the living room.

I want to get out of this awful place. My muscles are sore from staying tense until Violet finally goes to bed, and I’m hungry and thirsty. I eat and use the bathroom before jumping up to the kitchen counter to face the knife.

A. Take the knife and don’t come back
B. Leave the knife but don’t come back
C. Plan to return–Violet will raise the alarm if I go missing

A. Take knife with you
…
What if we killed her with it before we leave? No one will know it was us, and she will be permanently silent of our disappearance.

I don't think she completely meant what she said - that is, a part of her did but there's a smarter part of her that heads off that notion at the pass.
A. She's going to feel bad about chasing us off. That's what her doctor's for. Less time at home means more time to travel, and look for Lucy.

If she notices a missing rabbit. She'll be resentful and a little ashamed. Not of what she did but ofnlucy thinking badly of her.
If she notices a missing rabbit that still has his thumbs and a missing knife, she may be fearful enough to call it in to cargill.
Now, we dont plan to come back, true, but the more points of reference we give their trackers, the more the snare tightens on all the bunnys.

I say leave the knife.
And never come back.

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.”

>>1121345
This is true.

B. If you just go missing, she scared off a pet and it's not a huge deal. If you leave with the knife, the police get a report, and the gunless cop is more likely to fess up.

>>1121345
B) unfortunately yes, she will raise the alarm if you and the knife disappear.

I don’t wanna leave unarmed if we’r rescuing Lucy. And what she knows we can speak now!? I thought we were planning on acting like a dumb animal!

I especially don’t wanna stay around someone willing to castrate us for her fetish.

A.

tippler 2026/02/22(Sun)22:53 No. 1122516 ID: f1368b
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>B
I’m not coming back, I’m sure about that, but I’m conflicted about the knife. It’s a potent weapon, honed, high quality steel. I could use it to silence Violet so she doesn’t report that I’ve run away–it’s what Grass would do.

No, I shouldn’t. Lucy would never forgive me and I don’t like the thought of killing a lonely, misguided woman, even if she sucks. I turn away from the wall and jump down to the floor.

My brothers don’t know the knife exists so I won’t get flack for leaving it, and since we have the gun it’s not crucial anyway. I’ll escape into the night and hope Violet doesn’t make a fuss to the authorities about my disappearance.

tippler 2026/02/22(Sun)22:53 No. 1122517 ID: f1368b
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The soaked dirt and dripping plants match my glum mood. I don’t see anyone, reptile or mammal, as I make my way to the burrow.

All three rabbits are crammed into the main chamber, working hard on the gun mount. Twigs are lashed together with braided grass and bark, with several discarded prototypes lying around the debris.

“Hi Rudger.” Root says with a big yawn. He tosses aside his twigs, slumps next to the pile of grass, and starts to munch.

“Have you guys been inside all day?”

“Yup, we’ve been working hard. Didja find anything new to steal? That’s why you’re here, right?” Sky asks.

The implication makes me bristle. “No, I’m here to stay the night. I’m done with being a pet, it’s time for all of us to focus on the mission.”

Grass slaps me on the back. “Glad you finally came around.”

They’re all in good spirits and I can’t help feeling out of place. They have no idea what I’ve been dealing with.

“I’m really tired, I think I’m gonna go to bed.” I push back my brothers to get to the sleeping chamber, curl up, and fall asleep.

>The next morning…
>Weather check (warm or wet): Warm
When I emerge from the burrow in the morning, groggy and miserable, I’m greeted by a bright steamy morning. Since the reptiles will be out and about, including the chameleon stalker, it’d be a good day to put our plan into action.

What’s our strategy for luring him into our trap?

You're eventually going to be seen as a lost pet at some point. All you have to do is play the long game, and wait for missing posters to pop up looking for you (probably after 1-3 days). When that happens, you yourself can lure any authority figures to the trap, such as the chameleon. You just have to be quick.

Until then, you should probably do things to prepare until they start really looking for you, like exercise so you can be faster, plan escape routes for when you get chased, and recommend digging escape tunnels to the others.

>>1122517
Nascent plan that needs more refining, poop somewhere visible and set up the gun in a small shallow dug out beneath a bush nearby. Weave some dead leaf camoflage cloak big enough to cover the dug out.

Additional use for the larger camo cloaks, if they prove viable, dig small pits that you line with sharp sticks some at the bottom to skewer feet. Some at the side pointing in so they tear at a leg pulled free.
A hobbling lizard is an easier one to escape.

Since you'll be reported missing at Violet's you could leave a trail from there to the ambush spot

>>1122517
He thinks he's sneaky. Show him what sneaky is. Make some pit traps in the woods full of sharpened branches and cover them with a layer of leaves to disguise them. Remember to leave a simple marker you'll remember.

In a chase, you can jump over, and he'll fall in and hurt himself.

tippler 2026/02/25(Wed)02:12 No. 1122602 ID: f1368b
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We discuss tactics over breakfast at Root’s favorite patch of grass. I’m not in the mood to speak, but I guess my brothers are looking to me to come up with ideas since I’m the one who found the gun in the first place.

“This chameleon, does he know we live around here?” I ask.

“I don’t think so. The undergrowth in the forest is too dense for him to see through and we make sure we’re not being followed whenever we come back to the burrow. We usually spot him by the road with the field where we escaped.” Root mumbles through a mouthful of bark.

Grass wrinkles his nose. “Dumb lizards, they don’t even realize we moved further away.”

“Okay, well, this is going to be risky, but if we want to lure him towards cover where we can hide with the gun, someone will have to be bait.”

Three big pairs of eyes look at me expectantly. I let out a long sigh.

“Fine, whatever, I’ll do it. I think Violet is going to report me as a missing pet anyway, so the chameleon probably won’t shoot me on sight.”

>Violet report as missing pet check (30% since the knife wasn’t stolen): Result hidden
“Yeah, good idea. You should keep that collar on and pop up around town.” Grass says.

I nod. “In the meantime, I want you three to prepare some pitfall traps. If he chases me here, we need something to hobble him.”

“If you want to go into town today I can show you that house where the snakes were arguing, since we still haven’t checked on it.” Root offers.

A. Visit the house
B. Visit Minnie alone
C. Other (suggest)

>>1122602
Sure, let's check out the house.

Check it, maybe the heat has died down there.

tippler 2026/03/01(Sun)00:34 No. 1122721 ID: f1368b
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>A, the house
“Yeah, that’s a good idea, Root. Since it’s been a couple days hopefully no one’s paying as close attention to the scene and we can look around without getting caught. Then you can go home and I’ll stick around town to make sure a few reptiles see me.”

Everyone nods in agreement and we split into two groups. Root seems a little nervous to be out during a warm day as we take the long way to the south side of town, he ducks for cover whenever the occasional car or worker is in view.

My camouflage cloak is starting to get dry and flaky. Every time I try to get my arms above the leaves to use my hands, more parts chip off. I’ll need a replacement soon.

>Stealth check: Success
No one stops to gawk at us, so I don’t think we’ve been noticed. We move between clumps of bamboo until we arrive in the overgrown yard of a shoddy little house.

Root stays hiding while I sneak to the front door and test the knob. Locked, no luck. I peer through the broad windows and see a disturbing splatter of dried blood in the middle of the living room. There’s a big yellow stain on the wood floor as well–I think it’s from a puddle of venom!

The place is abandoned and I’m not sure how much more I would gain from breaking inside. There could be useful tools though, and we’re already here, so…

>>1122721
With the blade of Root's knife, you might be able to open the window latch if there is one.

Yeah if you can pry the latch. not like anyone is going to be here

If Gargill was here where there were known does, no doubt they left nothin' usable here for you.

Okay, as long as you replicate the doe's pawprints, you should be able to steal anything left. This is a low-class neighborhood and the door is unlocked. No-one will bat an eye if someone ransacks the place clean. Just make sure they think it was someone with working muscles.

>>1122721
Something bad happened here.
As houses go, im betting it looks as if its been made pretty rabbit proof too, though im also betting its more focused on keeping them in than out.
So, walk the boundry of the house. Look for vents or loose boards or areas reinforced from this side. Those would be escape vulnerabilities they shored up to keep whoever they had in there. Does, i think. It was meant to be does.

It's going to be bad in there. Try to suppress the gag reflex.
If you go in, you're going to find knowledge to tell other bunnies, and incidentally there may still be reserves of food. Not sure any of the other rabbit... equipment in there is worth taking.

tippler 2026/03/03(Tue)03:55 No. 1122917 ID: f1368b
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>Break in
“Psst, Root, come help me open one of these windows. We can pry the latch if you have your knife.”

“Okay, if you’re sure it’s safe.” Root mumbles. He follows me to the back of the house and clambers up on the windowsill to squint at the mechanism through the glass.

He pulls out his knife, which is little more than a spike of metal embedded in a wood handle. “It’s not really flat enough.”

“C’mon, wedge it in that gap there and I bet you can pop it open.”

Root struggles for several minutes, puffing and straining against the wood. I sigh and reach for a rock. It’s not really the worst thing for Gargill to find out we broke into the house, as long as they don’t catch us in the act.

tippler 2026/03/03(Tue)03:57 No. 1122919 ID: f1368b
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We drop into the house, careful to avoid the shards of glass on the floor. The air is musty with mold and old hay–I think we’re in a spare bedroom, it’s a mess of pet supplies I recognize from when Lucy took me to the store and industrial cages and feeders that reek of the factory.

Root is shaking a little and reaches for my hand for comfort. I guess he’s not used to being indoors like this, and it’s scary to be reminded of our captivity. We pick our way through the piles, searching for useful items.

There’s a coil of thin, scratchy rope that I tuck under my arm and Root finds an odd pair of rabbit sized dresses which he considers before tossing aside. We find the main bedroom, which reeks like the urine soaked factory floor, and poke around the mattress where we locate a stash of reptile money.

Finally, we go to the living room. I sniff the dried blood–definitely rabbit, I remember Lucy’s injured hand had a different, more pungent tang. A sniff of the other stain confirms my hypothesis that it’s venom. What could have happened to make Lucy discharge so much on the ground?

The kitchenette is suspiciously free of any knives or useful metal. I bet the police or Gargill cleared out the place and killed the captive women as well.

Is there anything else I want to do here?

better not push your luck. The rope is useful, and the money maybe too someday. There won't be any clues here to where Lucy is.

time to leave

Make yourself scarce. You can always come back later with the others if they're interested in anything here.

>>1122919
Let's get out of here. This is a place of death and despair. There's nothing for us to gain by staying any longer.

Before you leave, each of you pick up a sharp shard of glass for a sharp weapon. For the rest of the shards, throw them outside. It’ll be like whoever was in here broke out rather than broke in.

>>1122932
The police would have noticed the broken window last time...

Time to leave.

>>1122919
We have some things we might use. Time to go.

>>1122919
Take some ofbthe lizard money. It will make good bait for traps.

tippler 2026/03/05(Thu)03:59 No. 1123003 ID: f1368b
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>Take the money and some shards of glass and leave
I load up Root with supplies and open the door for him so he can totter out without having to jump through the broken window. I shut the door behind me and we reconvene in the bamboo patch.

“Okay, so you should take the long way home and I’ll try to find that chameleon guy.” I pat Root’s shoulder. “Thanks for bringing me here and being a good sport, it was kind of spooky, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I didn’t like it at all.” Root shakes himself, sending dry leaves flying. “Stay safe, okay Rudger? Don’t do anything too crazy, we have time to get this right.”

He heads east and disappears from sight in a few seconds. I sit in my little sheltered spot and think. How should I bait the chameleon?

You need to go back home. Lucy's place. If you've been reported missing that might be one of the places they're checking.

>>1123038
Yeah. We know the lay of the land too, including our hidden burrows, and we could maybe see Minnie while we're there.

Its a two step bait.

Be seen in the area to draw the bastard in.
Then a specific baited spot with a set up gun burrow.
For that, either the money or some obgious poo and tracks to bring him close

>>1123003
We've got to play this very carefully. They're hunting wild rabbits, and if he sees any of us there's a risk he'll shoot us on sight. Rudger might be safer if he's recognized as a lost pet, but they know he still has his thumbs. Do we want to take that risk? What can we use as bait without having to let the hunter see us?

tippler 2026/03/06(Fri)21:29 No. 1123102 ID: f1368b
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>Leave droppings around Lucy’s house
Gargill must still be checking Lucy’s neighborhood, so if I go there during a warm day like today I’m sure to see someone. It only takes some poop in conspicuous areas, like on the sidewalk, to get them coming back.

I follow Root’s scent to the edge of the town, then curve north around the outskirts until I’m quite visible by the time I’m coming through the neighborhood. My cloak is in shambles at this point, and I bury it under some shrubs in the existing leaf litter.

There are female lizards everywhere, basking in the sun on chairs, strolling down the sidewalk in dresses cinched at the waist, talking and laughing while their hatchlings play in the grass. I guess most of the men are working or fighting in the war.

My heart aches as I come to Lucy’s house. Without Root to distract me, I sink back into my bad mood as I wander around the property and periodically relieve myself.

Once I’m done, I sprawl in the cool mouth of my little burrow under the bushes and watch the street.

>Random encounter (3 possibilities): Chameleon
I hear a shift come over the neighborhood before I see anything unusual. Cheery voices become hushed and the squealing children go silent. The wave of absence approaches, and with it comes the tap of sturdy boots.

This is him, the chameleon! His beady black eyes swivel constantly, sometimes in opposite directions. He’s wearing a brown shirt and camouflage pants, and he bends down to examine some of the waste I left in front of Lucy’s house. I can see a handgun on his belt, similar to what the policeman had.

What should I do?

He’s looking for wild rabbits, you should hide your collar somewhere first to look wild. Bury it before you get his attention

>>1123102
Wait until he's on the other side of the house, then bolt loudly through the shrubs to get him following.

Act natural.

Hop out into the open stupidly. The moment you hear something from him, bolt into the forest.

Milk run, right until he finds out the rabbit's got the gun.

>>1123102
Remember your priorities, Rudger. Act like a lost pet. Keep a safe distance to reduce the risk of gunshots. And lure him away from reptiles who might hear us shoot him.

Watch the back of the house from some shrubbery near the edge of the woods. Wait until he follows your trail there. Cautiously approach the house, but never stray too far from the foliage. When he notices you, quickly sprint back into the woods in a way that lets him see us for just an instant. And then lead him into the trap.

Right now, the predators are gradually growing more wary of us, but we still have time to plan. But once we kill one of their agents with a gun, they'll know how much of a threat we are. For this first shot, be safe, be careful, and be sure.

Stay hid until he rounds a corner then loudly bolt towards the ambush point

tippler 2026/03/08(Sun)22:28 No. 1123197 ID: f1368b
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>Pretend to be a lost pet or pretend to be wild?
Oh crap, I have to decide fast, the chameleon has already stepped onto the lawn to snoop around. Uh, well, the only difference it would really make is whether the chameleon can identify me as me and not Sky, Grass, or Root. I don’t think he’ll be fooled by the innocent dumb bunny act.

I hook my fingers around my collar. This is my biggest reminder of Lucy and what she means to me and if I have a choice I don’t want to abandon it!

>Bolt north
He’s coming straight for the bushes, I think he knows about my burrow. Before he can corner me I dart out of the ground and head toward the back of the house, toward the woods. Even if my brothers aren’t ready yet, this is good to get the chameleon to start searching in this direction.

No reptile can keep up with a sprinting rabbit, but this guy tries, boots stomping the ground as he charges after me. He’s not going to shoot while he gives chase, is he?

I don’t hear any gunshots and by the time I reach the edge of the neighborhood, I’m sure I’ve lost him.

That went pretty well! My heart is thudding but I don’t think I was in much danger since I caught the fellow by surprise. I slowly calm down in the cool shade, eat, and meander toward the scent of my friends.

I spot them lounging around a decent sized trench at the bushes at the edge of the forest and the field. Grass is grooming Sky and Root is sprawled out, all lazy happiness. They don’t know I’m back yet, and I feel a pang of resentment that they’re doing so well without me. That’s been the story of things since our escape, when I got separated. I’d just bring down the mood if I went to bother them.

A. Stay away until dark
B. Join them anyway

Make noise in morse code. Inform them from a distance that the hunter is coming.

>>1123197
A. Stay away until dark.

You just fled from a stealth predator. A determined, professional stealth predator. Don't assume he lost track of you by the time you entered the forest. He could be following your trail right now.

That's why your instincts are warning you away from the comfort of your friends: the chameleon didn't shoot you because he wanted to follow you back to your friends and finish you all off at once. You need to lure him into the trap, or at least make sure he's not following you, before you rejoin the others.

You did set up a trap, right? Weren't the others supposed to be hiding somewhere to shoot him?

i dont think the chameleon would be willing to risk shooting his gun in a neighborhood with everyone out and about. he might hit a pedestrian

>>1123199
this seems correct

>>1123198
>>1123199
I don't know if we know morse code, but definitely a warning thump so they can get ready.

tippler 2026/03/11(Wed)00:16 No. 1123274 ID: f1368b
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>Stay away
It doesn’t look like the trap is ready yet. Frustration makes me seethe and stamp my feet. They’ve been relaxing in the sun while I was risking my life as bait! This could have been a great opportunity to finish the chameleon off in one fell swoop if they just took it seriously.

Speaking of which, I move back toward the south end of the forest to see if the chameleon has followed me out of town. I don’t see any sign of him, if the trap was ready I could go back into the neighborhood and lure him further this way, but of course it’s not.

I keep watch to make sure the hunter isn’t coming, because someone has to be responsible around here. I eat while I wait, anger pulsing in my head. I don’t like the way it makes me resentful towards my brothers, but they’re the ones who messed things up!

The chameleon never appears. The sky darkens and I use the light of the stars to find my way to the burrow. I can hear Grass, Root, and Sky fucking in the main den.

A. Interrupt and chastise them
B. Push past and go straight to bed

A. Communication is key.

>>1123274
A. Interrupt and chastise them. You had a plan. They made you risk your life for the plan! They should have done their part! Or told you if they wanted to change it!

Don't feel ashamed of yourself, Rudger. You have a right to be angry with your brothers if they're going to treat you like you're disposable. You deserve better than this.

B. You were happier with Lucy.

>>1123274
I say b.
Chastise them later. Let them know youre mad though by not greeting.

B) Tomorrow, ask them why they think lazing in the sun when they're about to murder someone is normal.

B. Fine! You’ll set the traps and do everything yourself!

Don’t say anything but Give them a nasty glare as you push past them.

>>1123275
Ye, A.

>>1123284
This. ESPECIALLY after all the shit they gave you earlier.