Psycho Weasel Roger Rabbit Novels & Stories

It was a little baby rabbit. "Oh a wild rabbit, how cute!" I said. "It is quite cute, isn't it?" Ambrose said quietly while stroking the rabbit's fur. "So soft and delicate." Ambrose traced his finger around its neck and I had a bad feeling about it. "What are you planning on doing with it?" I asked. "So fragile," Ambrose repeated as if he didn't even hear me talking to him. "You could just grab his neck and snap it in half. It would be so easy," Ambrose said with a blank face.

Much less get out of a car. Rio could not figure out Dimas. He sounded really upset but looked quite happy. Soon, Harmonia came out of the mansion and carefully handed the rabbit cage to Dimas. Rio found the rabbit really familiar. Wasn’t that Nightlight?! Dimas was really calm, as if he had never seen the rabbit before. “What’s its name?” he asked. “Rabbit Stew.” “Good name.” Rio was beginning to wonder whether he was hearing things. Was this what they meant when they said someone was b*llshitting?

A tiny rabbit stood there, paws on hips, shooting him the fiercest glare a bunny could muster. “What?” the rabbit demanded, clearly annoyed by his presence. “Call the witch?” Sean ordered. The bunny squinted up at him, giving him a once-over like a bouncer outside a very exclusive bar. “Who are you?” he enquired instead. “I am.. “Who is it, Snoopy?” Her voice came from inside. “A mountain with eyes,” then his gaze flickered to Martin, “and a three-legged guy,” he noted with a frown. Sean and Martin both glared down at him, offended.

“A pleasure to meet you, too. How do you guys know each other?” “Oh,” Roger said, smiling, “let’s just say we go way back.” “Roger is one of my oldest friends,” Caleb said. “He’s saved my life once or twice.” “More times than that,” Rogers said, laughing. Rose peeked her head out of Caitlin’s jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her. Rose licked his huge palm. “How did you know we were here?” Caleb asked.

All just from his gentle touch and promises of wicked things to come. A low rumble echoed from the hallway, as Roam swaggered towards the kitchen, “Such a needy pussy, mate. I just fucked you raw and breathless, and I can already smell your need from here. Maybe I will bend you over this couch and fuck your wet cunt after all, while your grey wolf watches. Does the thought of him watching me pound your pussy turn you on, Rabbit?”

I ask confused. I hadn't thought of such a strange mix, less, when rabbits are cute and cuddly, and we wolves are quite aggressive, territorial and wild. Yes, we are wild, aggressive and violent when they try to take something we don't want to be touched. "You can't say that. Rabbits are cute" I say and Jareth smiles at me. "Honey, do you know how much rabbits fuck, are you aware how many babies rabbits have because they fuck so much? Have you heard the phrase, 'fuck like rabbits'?" asks Jareth and I pause to watch the lustful look on his face.

The man sounded so assuring. “How?” As much as he wanted to curse that person, Ruscov suppress himself. “I’ll tell you a story.” He heard footsteps. A creaking sound that soon disappeared as quickly as it does. There is a disturbing tapping noise that Ruscov bear as it sounded so easily triggering his annoyance. “There was once a rabbit, who hurt his paw. Where do you think they had brought him to get cured?” “What?” His forehead cease. ‘What kind of nonsense was it?’ He thought.

Rabbit nearly choked on air, Rabbit-“ I think you derailed off the course of you asking about my wellbeing” Skyler-“ I wanna know rhe well-being of your Professor’s dick” Rabbit-“bye!”

The rabbit didn’t move as his voice echoed around the snow. “No, no, it should be scared,” Mikael said, “It’s a rabbit…” “It has horns…” Peggy whispered. “It’s an illness they can get, the horns and tentacles will go… But that illness doesn’t change its behaviour,” Mikael said. “So?” Peggy said. “Rabbits don’t know the difference between wolves and werewolves. It’s looking at us, predators, and not showing fear,” Mikael said. “So… Something is really wrong…” Peggy said.

“What a shame.” Roger walked up to me with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to investigate my scalp by pulling hair left and right. “What are you doing?” I asked as I swatted his hand away. “Looking for antennas,” he giggled. “Asshole,” I giggled back. “I always knew that you were different,” he replied teasingly. “I just never knew how much.” “You might not think this is so funny when they come for you and there’s no one there to protect you,” Dr. Mokena said.