tippler 2025/11/27(Thu)19:10 No. 1117924 ID: f1368b
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“I don’t work in Gustave’s department, but ever since I adopted my pets he’s been very pushy, especially after we had an escaped shipment the other week. He’s worried they’ll get loose and then we’ll have a whole hoard of rabbits at the factory doors.”

I laugh nervously. “What a silly man, it must be true that wealth makes one paranoid.”

“I keep my girls securely locked up in their cage unless I’m home–and even then I make sure the door of the bedroom is closed and barricaded before I let them out. I’m not going to be caught unawares.”

Anthony seems to finally realize I’m freezing. “I’d have to meet your rabbit before I make any decision about breeding, but you’re welcome to come in and see mine.”

I would very much like a chance to get warm, but being alone into a bachelor’s house is inherently risky.
A. Go in
B. Go home

Go in and warm up, meet the bunnies!

A) thats what you're here to do right?

A. Go in if only to get warmed up. It'd be rude to force you back out into the cold.

...You did make sure your friends and family know where you were going, right? Right?

>>1117924
A, we're here to case the joint after all.

What's that? You get to perform your mission, not freeze and get caught outside by Cargill, AND flirt with the hot guy?
A, obviously.

tippler 2025/11/29(Sat)12:21 No. 1118091 ID: f1368b
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>A
I’m on a mission to help Rudger! Despite my unease, this is a perfect opportunity to find out more about Anthony’s habits and security. It’s also nice to have an opportunity to warm up before my walk back home as well.

I nod my head and brush past him into his drab living room. He shuts the door behind me and sets no less than three deadbolts.

The flutter in my stomach gets worse as I lean my umbrella against the wall and look around his barren home. There’s no fashionable furniture, only a few wooden chairs and a rickety table. The walls are bare and a small fridge is tucked into the corner. I would guess the house is hardly half the size of mine, not a place for a lady at all.

No one knows that I’m here except for Rudger, and he isn’t in a position to contact the police if I don’t return home.

“This way.” Anthony beckons me with his tail as he takes a short hallway to a closed door. He uses a ring of keys out of his pants pocket to open his bedroom, where it’s at least a little warmer but at the cost of a strong smell of rabbit urine.

“Master! Welcome back master!”

The wire cage rests on blocks in a shallow metal pan on Anthony’s dresser. Inside, one white and one tan doe are pressed against the closest wall, watching our every move. They have matching black collars around their necks.

tippler 2025/11/29(Sat)12:21 No. 1118092 ID: f1368b
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“They speak?” I ask, stunned at their openness.

Anthony locks the door behind me and goes to the cage to fiddle with the padlock he has on the door. He props it open and the rabbits hurry into his grasp so he can lift them onto the unmade bed. When he sits, they press against his legs and beg for pets.

“This is Queenie and Lola. We have a guest, you two, so be polite.”

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Queenie, the white meat-rabbit says.

“Oh, h-hello dear, I’m Lucy.” I stammer.

“Does Rudger not talk to you at home? I can understand why, if he’s frightened of being caught. I rescued my girls from processing, Lola first and then I got Queenie to keep her company while I’m at work. They’re both very lucky to have met such a nice snake, and they make excellent pets.” Anthony explains.

“Thank you so much for saving us, master.” Lola says demurely.

He rubs Lola floppy ears and his hand trails down to play with her small breasts. The rabbit moans softly and leans into his touch.

I can hardly believe what I’m seeing! This is far too bold compared to what I’m used to–I would never dream of handling Rudger like this in front of a stranger.

“So how do you house your rabbit? How often do you let him out, if at all? I suppose I don’t have to ask if I’ll be visiting him later–and the girls would probably like to meet him too.”

I must be very careful in how I respond to Anthony. He seems to have had quite a different reaction from me when finding out that rabbits were fully realized beings, and any sign that I don’t agree with his methods could be perceived as a threat.

Ok, so he's clearly not an abolitionist, just using them in a different way than for food. The goal then would be to free these two, but Rudger will need to convince them to do it. How much they are acting is unknown, but they might consider staying with him safer than being on the run, and refuse to cooperate.

For now play the part of being shocked and scandalized, but with a hint of curiosity, as if this display is giving you ideas.

Explain that Rudger's temporarily housed in the coolest room in your house, until you figure out a more ideal solution. You bring him out for walks in your basket, sometimes. Queenie and Lola seem very friendly, you think they'll like him! (Hopefully, he'll feel the same way, but I highly doubt it...)
I don't think he'll be willing to part with either of them, but how possible is it he could rescue another doe from processing?

So. We probably can't tap him for any of the radical sorts of groups that are working on any of the tasks we thought of. We can, however, ask if he knows of any groups that are trying to normalize more humane treatment of rabbits, and talk about 'how dreadful' people treat them, especially in that factory!

Also, you can ask... are there communities where such physical affection as you share with them is more... normalized? You were quite surprised with how bold he is being, and think that maybe there's some subculture somewhere which has norms and traditions and etiquette around this and such? If so, you would like to learn about them! You are curious for academic purposes, of course.

First of all, stave off your disgust and disguise it as arousal by imagining yourself in Lola's place with Rudger fondling you like a piece of fuckmeat.

He's bold, incredibly bold. Apart from the danger if he decides not to let you leave, it's clear that he's either clocked you as a rabbitfucker, or Gustave lets him do what he wants and so there's nobody to report it to if you cared to bother. Possibly both.

>>1118100
Question about another doe is a good one, although it will be easier to tie the doe's escape to us instead of to him. On the other hand, these two seem very stockholm syndromed, so they may not be willing to go with Rudger if he comes to their rescue.

>>1118129
Dont even need to be Stockholm because like he likely did save them from being butchered

>>1118092
To be frank... She doesn't seem like she's not enjoying the situation? Perhaps it's a situation not unlike yourself and Rudger, where this doe is enjoying her submission, albeit with a more conventional power dynamic?

Stare at her collar and think about how much it looks like yours

Stick to your cover. You're going to try and set them up for a meeting with Rudger. Feign interest in how the process would work, as you are new to this. You can even probe and ask if they're still interested in other rabbits.

tippler 2025/12/01(Mon)19:09 No. 1118248 ID: f1368b
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>Arousal
I can’t help but flush and feel heat between my thighs at such a bold display. I stare at Lola’s little collar–the same black band I have for myself at home, albeit much smaller. For the first time I wish Rudger was a snake and I was a rabbit so he could fondle me like a piece of meat.

I do wonder how much Lola and Queenie are truly enjoying themselves–they fawn over Anthony but I doubt they have any other choice. Still, they seem happy enough that I wonder if I should let them be and look for an unfixed doe elsewhere.

>Say something to upset Anthony avoidance check (Five out of eight suggestions would cause a neutral reaction, 5/8ths chance of success): Failure
“I keep Rudger in the bathroom since he prefers the cool tile–sometimes I take him out for walks in my basket, he loves the fresh air. My, you seem very fond of your pets, Anthony! Perhaps you could rescue another doe for Rudger instead, I would hate to make you part with Lola and Queenie.”

Anthony’s hand stills and Lola and Queenie shrink slightly, sensing the change in their master’s mood. I don’t understand–did I say something wrong? I was only being polite!

“Why would they leave if they’re only visiting your buck for a quick breeding?” he asks coldly.

“I didn’t mean–I’m sorry–”

“You know, Gustave was very clear that any attempt to take my rabbits was likely a conspiracy against reptile-kind. You don’t even keep your escapee in a cage–did Rudger put you up to this?”

tippler 2025/12/01(Mon)19:10 No. 1118249 ID: f1368b
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Anthony stands from the bed and advances on me.

“Tell me what you were planning! Were you going to steal my property? You’re a dirty thief, aren’t you, hiding behind lies and treachery, sneaking around my house–”

I back up until I bump into the locked door. There’s an angry man hissing in my face and I’m cold and confused and terrified. I did misspeak, but his reaction seems quite disproportionate!

“I’m very sorry! Please, I’ll leave you alone, I don’t want any trouble.”

I yelp as he grabs my throat with a crushing grip and tries to drag me to the ground. I smack at him with my injured hand and thrash with all my might.

It’s no use–male snakes often make up for their lack of venom with astonishing power, able to squeeze their foes into submission once they get a good hold.

His hand is in the middle of my neck. I could extend my head and bite his arm, but my venom might kill him! I don’t want to be a murderer.

Anthony punches me in the stomach and I stagger. If I fall, he might choke me unconscious and beat me black and blue in his rage.

Heavens above, what do I do?
A. Bite
B. Surrender

B, you’re no murderer
You can probably accuse him of knifing you later since he’s assaulting you.

A. Defend yourself. The arm will buy you a few moments to get away and time for him to get medical help before it's too late for him.

>>1118249
Oh jeez. Uh, my first instinct would be to bite, but with only one fang actually piercing his scales. Maybe that would dilute the venom enough to not kill him?
With the difficulty of moving to maneuver that though, you'd probably be better off surrendering.

>>1118249
Sneaking around his house? You've never been here before, and you knocked on his door to be let in. Your species doesn't have the physiology to prowl around in this weather, he knows this.

It's going to be hard to explain anything with him strangling you. If you have to conserve your breath, "Too Cold" should get the message across.

A. He's clearly unwell, but trying to choke you out is a step too far. He might wear our face, but he's an imposter.

Oh hell no.
Bite this asshole.

If he dies you can just make it look like his rabbits killed him when he was trying to fuck them- that's what people think he's up too, anyway. Even if they like him, I'm sure they'll cooperate if it means their freedom. Then you just have to escape this place without being spotted.

A) He's lost it. defend yourself

>>1118254
Support mundering is not good and either blaming rabbits will get us caught due to well venoms clear effect on blood or set rabbit rights back.
Also Lucy said the wrong thing but it makes sense thinking about it like a married couple must live in the same house to have children
B) Murder is but far choke out a short explanation

He's assaulting you and also mentioned Rudger. What are the odds he calls Gustave and mentions this to him? It's not just a beating at stake here, your and Rudgers lives might very well be on the line.
A. Bite him and hope he doesn't die.

>>1118249
A. Kill him, then we claim he was the one who stabbed you the other day and when you arrived at his house he became manic and violent thinking you tracked him down. The does can conveniently escape in the chaos.

A, your life is under immediate threat; biting is the proportional response.

B You're no killer, submit and try to find a chance to run

>>1118249
He struck first, self defense lass. Jab him good.

tippler 2025/12/03(Wed)13:59 No. 1118375 ID: f1368b
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>A, bite in self-defense
It goes against my very nature, but I have to bite to kill, otherwise Anthony would only become enraged and put me in even greater danger.

I strike at his forearm once, twice, pumping as much venom under his skin as I can. It takes my foe a moment to react, anger dulling his sense of pain. He releases my neck and gives a strangled yell as the poison begins to spread through his body.

“You evil woman–” He tries to strike me again but I duck out of the way. “No, no, damn you…”

The arm I bit is already dangling useless as my toxins disable his muscles. Anthony drops to his knees and groans. His whole body begins to convulse and he looks up at me in terror.

>Anthony death check (80%): Success
I put myself as far from Anthony as possible, in the corner by his dresser and the dirty cage. His eyes can’t even track the movement, and after a few choking breaths, he falls flat and goes still.

For a moment the only sound is my heartbeat pounding inside my head before the rabbits scream in horror.

tippler 2025/12/03(Wed)14:00 No. 1118376 ID: f1368b
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“You killed him! You killed him!” Queenie shrieks, while Lola begins to sob. They cling to each other and stare at me with huge, accusatory eyes.

“I had to–he was strangling me without cause! I was worried for my life.” I plead. I can’t bear to look at the body. It could be you lying there, it could be any of my reptile friends.

There are tender bruises on my throat and stomach. My bandage has come loose and blood drips down my hand. I’ve killed a Gargill employee and it’s only a matter of time before he’s missed and the body is found.

Of course, I could call in the crime myself, claiming it was an act of self-defense. While I’d be telling the truth, at least this time, the police would question me thoroughly.

There are technically two other witnesses that I have to deal with in either case. My jaw aches and I bury my head in my hands.

A. Use Anthony’s phone to report his death as an act of self-defense
B. Leave the body and take the rabbits to Rudger
C. Other (suggest)

B. The rabbits escaped out the unlocked door when you fled in a panic and they were never seen again. At least, that's your alibi. The rain will cover up their (lack of) tracks.
You should contact Violet before the police.

>>1118376
A. First, tell the does to flee into the woods, or else they'll be reclaimed by Gargill and turned into meat. Let them out in the guise of trying to get outside away from the scene, in case anyone is watching. Then, call in the incident.

The neighbor is a witness to the reason you came here, Anthony was known as a weird hermit, he has a weird rabbit sex dungeon, and it's on the record that you were attacked by an unidentified reptile the other day. Ideally, you might be able to pin everything on him and blame the rabbits escaping on the incompetent helpless woman angle.

>>1118387
They've been kept inside their whole lives. They don't know how to reach the woods or what to do there, they need to be led that far. We don't want them to die just because their master did.

You could maybe try to angle the blame on him in such a way where you happened across his deviant sex acts, you threatened to call the police, and he then attacked you. You have the wounds to prove he was assaulting you.

C) If Anthony isn't at work now, then he probably isn't expected all day. That gives you about 24 hours to deal with this before someone comes looking for him.

Now what if Rudger's friends were to come by tonight, with the door conveniently left unlocked, to ransack the place. Then when they're done, they smash some things, make some noise. Now this is the scene of a breaking and entering, which you can conveniently have been with a friend at the time it took place.

But for this to work you need to convince these two to come with you quietly. So talk to them. Walk through their options, but emphasize that if they stay here or go back to Gargil they'll just end up as meat.

No witnesses. Eat them.

A, C

The rabbits are witnesses. Use their testimony! They saw him strangling you; they can report this to the police when they come in to question you.

Trying to run from the law will not further the cause of prey rights. Allowing people to see rabbits as creatures that can see and understand, that can speak and bear witness, would be a great leap forward. Any case with rabbit testimony is sure to be reported on widely, and inform many people who were as unaware as you that they can even speak.

Make sure the rabbits stay here, and call in the killing. Make sure that the rabbits speak to the police. Invoke them as witnesses.

>>1118402
This actually seems like a decent plan. Given the situation, anyway.

>>1118402
Okay, but what do we do about the murder weapons inside of Lucy's mouth?

A. Don't make it worse than it is. The rabbits won't talk if they know what's good for them. After your call, tell them there's wild rabbits in town who will take them in if they want.

if we call the police, mention how he was paranoid because of Gustav, and how he thought you were working for him so he attacked you

>>1118375
Anthony's not actually dead yet, though. Venom that causes muscle paralysis stops the heart and lungs, but it's the lack of oxygen to the brain that kills. If Lucy knows CPR, she should begin administering it now while the rabbits retrieve his house phone and call emergency services. If not, she should retrieve the phone herself and follow the emergency dispatcher's instructions.

His odds of recovery aren't too bad, considering he stopped breathing only seconds ago, and a society of reptiles almost certainly has antivenom available for every kind of venom they produce. The amount of venom she injected will make recovery take longer, but active resuscitation should save his life.

Lucy isn't a murderer unless she makes no attempt to help Anthony here.

>>1118451

Agreed on this. Get them to call the police and ambulance, attempt to keep him alive until medics get here.

>>1118451
Support and we are not intending to kill him at least most of the voters

>>1118451
Nah he's dead bro, five second rule

A) Okay, there's an easy way to spin this: he wasn't trying to kill you, he was trying to enslave you for his sick rape dungeon.
Here are the main talking points:
* You came over to Anthony's to talk about rabbit breeding. Anthony immediately refused, he ranted about Gustave bugging him out-of-work and when you tried to talk about Gustave bothering you as well, he thought you were spying on employees for Gustave. But the storm was getting extremely chilly and you don't have a car, so he let you stay for the night.
* Anthony was, surprisingly enough, a dead ringer for your dead husband, so you started putting the moves on him. He got antsy and said no, then went into the kitchen to make some nice, warm, libido-decreasing soup. (put a full pot of water on the stove, make sure you wipe your prints and leave his mitts on the table.)
* While Anthony was distracted, you decided to seduce him further by breaking into his room to spay your naked body over his bed. Your seduction fantasy was completely derailed when you discovered he'd been @#$%ing his pet rabbits, urine trails and all.
* You were so horrified, which stunned you long enough for Anthony to come back. He was infuriated, then he got a nasty grin on his face, and said something about 'de-thumbing his new rabbit'. You told him you wouldn't talk, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and then aimed the knife at your hands. (Stab the floor with a cleaver, around where Anthony would have it hoisted up.)
* You bit him in self-defense. You should have controlled your venom flow but you were just so scared and angry, that this doppelganger with your husband's face was going to turn you into his lifelong sex slave. You panicked for a few moments as his life snuffed out. (Poke his body everywhere)

Tell the rabbits that if they're sent back to Gargill, they'll be bred for pups and watch their children be sent off to die. If they go with you, they get as much or as little sex as they want.