Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [6/?]
anonymous
May 7 2010, 15:15:51 UTC
"Hello? Is someone there?"
Gilbert silently debated whether he should answer, or remain still. Before he could decide, he felt someone poking his thigh. "Hey!" he blurted out in reflex; while his voice was somewhat muffled due to the fact that his upper half was stuck in the burrow, it was still loud enough for that someone to cease poking.
"Oh, excuse me!" There was a long pause before the unknown individual asked, "Are you playing a game?"
There was no way anyone this moronic would be a dangerous predator, Gilbert concluded. "Yeah, it's called 'I Like Sticking My Tail Up In The Air'," he growled, rather wittily too, he thought.
"Oh." Another long pause. "Is it something like hide and seek?"
"Oh for fuck's sake - hey, stop that!"
The poking had resumed and despite Gilbert's shout of protest, it did not stop. Instead, the individual started poking higher and higher, causing Gilbert to let out a startled yelp. "What a cute little tail! It looks so nice and soft!"
"Hey, keep your hands off my - aack!" Gilbert yelled, but it was too late. He felt a hand gently grasp his tail before giving it a little squeeze and - and what the hell, what the fuck, why did he just let out that completely not awesome moan? He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to kick or even wriggle away from the touch, but it was no use; with every single gentle stroke or squeeze of his tail, he could feel his cheeks growing warmer, his legs shakier and his trousers getting tighter.
His tormentor seemed to be enjoying it, for he heard the person say in an amused voice, "This is fun! And I think you seem to like it too, yes?"
Gilbert tried to yell that no, he did not like it at all, and he was going to kill the moronic stranger but what came out of his mouth when he removed his hand was a loud gasp, then an even louder moan. He was shivering; not with cold, he was definitely not cold at all, but instead he felt like his whole body was far too warm, and being stuck in the warren did not help things either. He was not quite sure what happened next; he barely registered the sound of his moans and gasps as they echoed in the small tunnel and then all he knew was that he felt a sudden rush of relief, before his whole body went limp in exhaustion.
"Excuse me... are you all right in there?"
The stranger sounded worried, but Gilbert was too tired to answer, or even to worry about how he needed to change his underwear.
"Maybe I should not have played with that tail too much, yes?"
Gilbert's eyes widened when he felt hands around his waist. Then he gasped when those hands gave a very, very sharp yank; a blur and a whoosh, and then he was out of the warren to land on the ground in a messy tangle of limbs with his molester-cum-rescuer.
He blinked, then realised that he was lying on top of a... a... oh shit those ears it's a fucking bear!
"Let go!" he yelled out in panic, for the bear was still holding his waist, and he raised his hand so that he could elbow the bear's face. Rather, he tried to, for he could only manage an odd, floppy motion that was as threatening as an enraged parakeet flapping a broken wing.
"Are you all right?" the bear repeated as he slowly got on his feet, carefully tugging Gilbert up along with him. Before Gilbert could reply, the bear beamed and added, "You have really cute ears!"
And before Gilbert could even say a word, the bear yanked on them. Hard.
Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [6a/?]
anonymous
May 7 2010, 15:19:40 UTC
"Ve... Ludwig, please slow down a little."
"Feliciano, I can't do that! I need to find Gilbert! There's no telling what could happen to him!"
"I'm sure that he's okay!"
"Well, I'm sure that he's not!"
"But Ludwig, why don't you just let him be? Ve, I think bunnies should be able to run around in freedom!"
"Feliciano?"
"Yes?"
"My brother put you up to this, didn't he?"
"Ve... that's a very scary look on your face, Ludwig."
-----
Gilbert was half-dozing, totally immobile in his captor's arms. Earlier the bear had yanked really hard on his bunny ears, even harder than Ludwig ever did, which had caused him to drop listlessly on the ground. He could sort of register that the bear had panicked the moment he crashed with a dull thud, then felt himself being carried before the bear started walking.
He shivered; he did not know where the bear was taking him, but it was certainly somewhere cooler than what he was used to. The bear must have noticed, for he heard his captor making cooing noises that were probably meant to reassure him. He would have frowned at being treated as some completely unawesome invalid, but instead he found himself burying his face in the bear's coat.
Screw it all, at least the bear was warm, and that warmth slowly spread throughout his body, lulling him into a deep sleep.
-----
"This... this is from his shirt!"
"Ve?"
"You! What happened to him?"
"Ve... I'm pretty sure that poor cat did not do anything to your brother, Ludwig."
Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [6b/?]
anonymous
May 7 2010, 15:22:54 UTC
What was it about mornings that made him want to stay longer in bed, where it was warm and cozy under the covers?
Oh yeah, the cold. Brilliant.
Gilbert yawned and rubbed one eye sleepily as he stuck his head out of the layers of bedclothes. He squinted at the bedside table, looking for his awesome chick-shaped alarm clock, but in vain. "West?" he yelled in annoyance, "did you take my alarm clock? I don't care if the alarm's broken, it's not like I ever use the stupid alarm anyway!"
There was no reply from his brother, which puzzled him. Usually a yell from him would either bring Ludwig running, or at the very least, an even louder yelled reply. He tried again. "West?" When there was still no reply, he threw off the covers and sat up.
Wait a minute. No chick-shaped alarm clock, no chick-print bedclothes, no TV and video game consoles in the corner - this was not his room. Heck, this was not even his house! Where the hell was he?
He looked around. The room was huge, and so was the bed he was in. The walls were painted a dull blue, while pictures of sunflowers hung here and there. Strangely enough, there were also pipes and water faucets on a table - were they actually polished? - as if they were on display.
Gilbert shook his head violently, hoping that it would clear his head. What the hell happened to him? A few more shakes, and his bunny ears shot up in the air when he finally recalled the details of last night.
'Oh shit' was putting it mildly.
Great. He managed to flee from one horribly overprotective Schäferhund of a younger brother, and now got himself trapped in the house of a weird bear who was... a plumber?
His journey to awesomeness had taken one hell of a detour, and he did not like it one bit.
Re: Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [6b/?]
anonymous
May 7 2010, 17:39:19 UTC
Great. He managed to flee from one horribly overprotective Schäferhund of a younger brother, and now got himself trapped in the house of a weird bear who was... a plumber?
Gilbert silently debated whether he should answer, or remain still. Before he could decide, he felt someone poking his thigh. "Hey!" he blurted out in reflex; while his voice was somewhat muffled due to the fact that his upper half was stuck in the burrow, it was still loud enough for that someone to cease poking.
"Oh, excuse me!" There was a long pause before the unknown individual asked, "Are you playing a game?"
There was no way anyone this moronic would be a dangerous predator, Gilbert concluded. "Yeah, it's called 'I Like Sticking My Tail Up In The Air'," he growled, rather wittily too, he thought.
"Oh." Another long pause. "Is it something like hide and seek?"
"Oh for fuck's sake - hey, stop that!"
The poking had resumed and despite Gilbert's shout of protest, it did not stop. Instead, the individual started poking higher and higher, causing Gilbert to let out a startled yelp. "What a cute little tail! It looks so nice and soft!"
"Hey, keep your hands off my - aack!" Gilbert yelled, but it was too late. He felt a hand gently grasp his tail before giving it a little squeeze and - and what the hell, what the fuck, why did he just let out that completely not awesome moan? He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to kick or even wriggle away from the touch, but it was no use; with every single gentle stroke or squeeze of his tail, he could feel his cheeks growing warmer, his legs shakier and his trousers getting tighter.
His tormentor seemed to be enjoying it, for he heard the person say in an amused voice, "This is fun! And I think you seem to like it too, yes?"
Gilbert tried to yell that no, he did not like it at all, and he was going to kill the moronic stranger but what came out of his mouth when he removed his hand was a loud gasp, then an even louder moan. He was shivering; not with cold, he was definitely not cold at all, but instead he felt like his whole body was far too warm, and being stuck in the warren did not help things either. He was not quite sure what happened next; he barely registered the sound of his moans and gasps as they echoed in the small tunnel and then all he knew was that he felt a sudden rush of relief, before his whole body went limp in exhaustion.
"Excuse me... are you all right in there?"
The stranger sounded worried, but Gilbert was too tired to answer, or even to worry about how he needed to change his underwear.
"Maybe I should not have played with that tail too much, yes?"
Gilbert's eyes widened when he felt hands around his waist. Then he gasped when those hands gave a very, very sharp yank; a blur and a whoosh, and then he was out of the warren to land on the ground in a messy tangle of limbs with his molester-cum-rescuer.
He blinked, then realised that he was lying on top of a... a... oh shit those ears it's a fucking bear!
"Let go!" he yelled out in panic, for the bear was still holding his waist, and he raised his hand so that he could elbow the bear's face. Rather, he tried to, for he could only manage an odd, floppy motion that was as threatening as an enraged parakeet flapping a broken wing.
"Are you all right?" the bear repeated as he slowly got on his feet, carefully tugging Gilbert up along with him. Before Gilbert could reply, the bear beamed and added, "You have really cute ears!"
And before Gilbert could even say a word, the bear yanked on them. Hard.
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"Feliciano, I can't do that! I need to find Gilbert! There's no telling what could happen to him!"
"I'm sure that he's okay!"
"Well, I'm sure that he's not!"
"But Ludwig, why don't you just let him be? Ve, I think bunnies should be able to run around in freedom!"
"Feliciano?"
"Yes?"
"My brother put you up to this, didn't he?"
"Ve... that's a very scary look on your face, Ludwig."
-----
Gilbert was half-dozing, totally immobile in his captor's arms. Earlier the bear had yanked really hard on his bunny ears, even harder than Ludwig ever did, which had caused him to drop listlessly on the ground. He could sort of register that the bear had panicked the moment he crashed with a dull thud, then felt himself being carried before the bear started walking.
He shivered; he did not know where the bear was taking him, but it was certainly somewhere cooler than what he was used to. The bear must have noticed, for he heard his captor making cooing noises that were probably meant to reassure him. He would have frowned at being treated as some completely unawesome invalid, but instead he found himself burying his face in the bear's coat.
Screw it all, at least the bear was warm, and that warmth slowly spread throughout his body, lulling him into a deep sleep.
-----
"This... this is from his shirt!"
"Ve?"
"You! What happened to him?"
"Ve... I'm pretty sure that poor cat did not do anything to your brother, Ludwig."
"I knew that!"
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Oh yeah, the cold. Brilliant.
Gilbert yawned and rubbed one eye sleepily as he stuck his head out of the layers of bedclothes. He squinted at the bedside table, looking for his awesome chick-shaped alarm clock, but in vain. "West?" he yelled in annoyance, "did you take my alarm clock? I don't care if the alarm's broken, it's not like I ever use the stupid alarm anyway!"
There was no reply from his brother, which puzzled him. Usually a yell from him would either bring Ludwig running, or at the very least, an even louder yelled reply. He tried again. "West?" When there was still no reply, he threw off the covers and sat up.
Wait a minute. No chick-shaped alarm clock, no chick-print bedclothes, no TV and video game consoles in the corner - this was not his room. Heck, this was not even his house! Where the hell was he?
He looked around. The room was huge, and so was the bed he was in. The walls were painted a dull blue, while pictures of sunflowers hung here and there. Strangely enough, there were also pipes and water faucets on a table - were they actually polished? - as if they were on display.
Gilbert shook his head violently, hoping that it would clear his head. What the hell happened to him? A few more shakes, and his bunny ears shot up in the air when he finally recalled the details of last night.
'Oh shit' was putting it mildly.
Great. He managed to flee from one horribly overprotective Schäferhund of a younger brother, and now got himself trapped in the house of a weird bear who was... a plumber?
His journey to awesomeness had taken one hell of a detour, and he did not like it one bit.
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I laughed so hard at this.
You're awesome, anon!
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