U-rated fluffy bunny slash crossover in space
Long years ago, Watership Down was one of my favourite books, albeit my favourite character was Captain Campion (the General Rommel of rabbits) and my favourite bits the grimmer stories. I still applaud Adams for letting Woundwort stand up to fight the dog at the end, where many an author would have made his (human) villain prove himself “really” a coward and so turn tail and run. I’ve never made it past the first page of any of his other books.
A couple of years ago, I was inspired by the geek hierarchy and a discussion in a pub to try and write a sample of the most-derided fanfic I could. I couldn’t quite manage erotic furry fanfiction, but I like to think that the following is in some ways worse. In response to the opinions of fanfiction held by some professional tie-in writers as cited in legionseagle’s recent post, I also maintain that despite the easily-discernable influence of some of the characterisation in the less impressive Marauder fic out there, it is not only considerably better than the Gladiator novelization and the Famous Five TV tie-ins but all but one of the 273 Babysitter’s Club books.
ETA: I've just realized that my protagonists are brothers. So the subject line should now read Incestuous fluffy bunny slash crossover in space
"But Fiver," Hazel asked, his whiskers trembling with inchoate desire, "why did you never tell me?"
Fiver looked up to meet the other rabbit's soft gaze.
"I suppose I didn't want to risk our friendship," he said. "I was afraid you'd reject me if you knew."
Hazel started back as if the black rabbit himself stood before him.
"How could you think that," he squeaked, his white tail bobbing in indignation. "Is that how I seem to you, so selfish, so shallow."
"I'm sorry," Fiver whispered, distracted as ever by Hazel's charming scut, "but I've been the runt all my life. I'm more used to being rejected than anything else. It seemed foolish to hope."
"Oh, Fiver," Hazel put out a tentative paw to stroke the smaller rabbit's long ear and nuzzled the scent glands under his jaw. "I promise you'll never be rejected again."
Fiver's nose quivered. He could hardly believe it was true.
Suddenly the peace of the cabin was broken by the long metallic wail of the klaxon.
"Emergency! This is an emergency. Klingons on the starboard bow. All paws on deck."
Damn, thought Fiver, pulling his red jersey on over his head, reckon I was in there.
A couple of years ago, I was inspired by the geek hierarchy and a discussion in a pub to try and write a sample of the most-derided fanfic I could. I couldn’t quite manage erotic furry fanfiction, but I like to think that the following is in some ways worse. In response to the opinions of fanfiction held by some professional tie-in writers as cited in legionseagle’s recent post, I also maintain that despite the easily-discernable influence of some of the characterisation in the less impressive Marauder fic out there, it is not only considerably better than the Gladiator novelization and the Famous Five TV tie-ins but all but one of the 273 Babysitter’s Club books.
ETA: I've just realized that my protagonists are brothers. So the subject line should now read Incestuous fluffy bunny slash crossover in space
"But Fiver," Hazel asked, his whiskers trembling with inchoate desire, "why did you never tell me?"
Fiver looked up to meet the other rabbit's soft gaze.
"I suppose I didn't want to risk our friendship," he said. "I was afraid you'd reject me if you knew."
Hazel started back as if the black rabbit himself stood before him.
"How could you think that," he squeaked, his white tail bobbing in indignation. "Is that how I seem to you, so selfish, so shallow."
"I'm sorry," Fiver whispered, distracted as ever by Hazel's charming scut, "but I've been the runt all my life. I'm more used to being rejected than anything else. It seemed foolish to hope."
"Oh, Fiver," Hazel put out a tentative paw to stroke the smaller rabbit's long ear and nuzzled the scent glands under his jaw. "I promise you'll never be rejected again."
Fiver's nose quivered. He could hardly believe it was true.
Suddenly the peace of the cabin was broken by the long metallic wail of the klaxon.
"Emergency! This is an emergency. Klingons on the starboard bow. All paws on deck."
Damn, thought Fiver, pulling his red jersey on over his head, reckon I was in there.