Rabbit Hole Fanart Novels & Stories

It was a Rabbit Clitoral Vibrator with an adorable name and description. “This is the Love Bunny C-Vibrator,” she introduced the baby pink toy that looked a little like an overly round, legless stag beetle. The toy fitted nicely in her palm with its rounded shape and felt like a mouse. However, the prong tip unique to the Love Bunny was designed for filthier moments. “The Love Bunny is a wireless lady helper that inspires limitless pleasures with a special touch. Equipped with adorable buck teeth that stimulate the rosebud with a tight squeeze, the Love Bunny doesn’t bite!”

Rabbit: please, sex with him was good Skylar: yeah because you were a virgin whose first dick was a fun sized pickle… Rabbit: I can’t with you T0T Skylar: tell meeee, who was it!! Rabbit: my professor The texting sign popped up and disappeared and popped up again then disappeared. Skylar: YOU FUCKING SLY ASS BITCH!!! :( Rabbit cackled and for added measure he slipped out of his shirt and took a picture of his chest littered with bite marks and hickeys. Skylar: STOPP!! NOOOOO! I HATE YOU! Rabbit: I’ve never been flipped and folded in so many ways, Sky. I can barely stand upright.

“Fuck you, Nyx.” “Oh, hush. You were always so dramatic.” Something flickers beside me. A shape that I recognize. Small and white, fading in and out of existence like rapid pulses. “Bubbles?” I whisper. The rabbit flickers into full form for a breath, her ears flattened, fur standing on end, eyes glowing faintly gold. Then she vanishes again. Nyxara rolls her eyes. “Oh, for the love of the old gods, stay still, sister. You’re giving me a headache.”

But as I reach for the handle of the sliding glass door, my eyes meet with the rabbit’s. This isn’t a fluffy little prey animal, lucklessly caught by a hawk. It’s Coello. I’d know his eyes anywhere. Cold, cruel, and calculating. He holds my gaze, his little rabbit mouth curling up into a sneer. He rolls over, kicking with his two hind legs. The hawk goes flying, its feathered body slamming into the balcony railing with a hard thud. Then it falls limply to the deck. The Moon Rabbit was only toying with that poor hawk, making it fly him up here so he could get to me. That hawk thought he was just getting a tasty snack, but he was never going to survive as soon as Coello saw some use in him.

~Ruby's POV~ “So what have you been doing all day?” I asked, closing the door behind me. “Mom!” Little Ruby squealed, running to hug me “Roman’s been helping us draw. Look!” She held up a page filled with a colorful creature. “Is this supposed to be Raphael from TMNT?” I said with a raised brow. “Yes, Mum.” I smiled faintly, ruffling her hair. “Looks like you’ve been busy.” Rhett stood up, holding out another drawing. “This one’s mine. Roman said it’s the best.”

Robin kneeled in front of her , his hand glowing with a greenish golden light as he slowly checked the egg shell . " hmm " pursuing his lips , he tsked " Tortorantula are known for their stable and strengthful built . Their web is the same , if I'm correct the only way to break it is by breaking it from the inside out rather than out to inside " conculded Robin as he finished his examination . " But I can't move my hands " said Chelsea as she tried to wriggle her fingers .

Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.” If the rabbit still has his lungs, he would be huffing angrily by now. “You are not a girl!” The rabbit hops. “Why? Just because I’m in jeans?” With a leading question, Meph tilts his head to lure the rabbit to look at the corner of the Hollow Log, “That’s mine.” The rabbit’s head turns over slowly, and Meph joins him, looking at the cute, red little hoodie ly

Peggy swallowed hard, a chill running down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold… Heather suddenly stopped hard, nearly sending them all over her head. “Heather, what the hell?!” Archer shouted. Heather was growling. Peggy glanced around before she saw it too. The body and ears belonged to a rabbit. The face had things, black horns, and long tentacles that scraped along the ground. It looked at them all with its dark brown eyes. “It’s not afraid,” Heather hissed in their minds. “I don’t care, go around it!” Archer shouted. The rabbit didn’t move as his voice echoed around the snow.

“Alright, you can come in now!” Changed into her new dress, Helena took a moment to recollect herself before calling out to Fane. Fane entered the cave with a dead rabbit in his hands before he threw it aside. “Why did you bring a rabbit in?” Helena immediately asked when she saw the tiny monster beast’s body on the ground. Fane smiled. “Since we have time, let’s roast it as food later!” He then exited the cave in search of some dried wood. He then ignited it and started roasting the rabbit after taking off its skin.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.