Here's a small note to say I did not mean to name my rabbit Stew. I just really like the name Stewart, and when I named him, my brain spelled it like the surname. Come to think of it, I sometimes have long, convoluted dreams in which the whole premise of the story boils down to a stupid pun, so it might have been a subconscious decision. But anyway, I told him rabbit stew is stew made BY rabbits, and that's surely why his favorite toys are tiny pots and pans. He even has a ladle.
Here is a picture of Mister Potts stealing my (empty) drink:
I think silly omegas like me were made just for sexy no nonsense alphas like you. When you tire of my games and just pin me down for my breeding… i think about it all the time. My brain is melting thinking about it now.
Unfortunately provoking such a sexy reaction only makes me want to tease you and play little games more 💖
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Bunnies are such natural brats, anyone would think you enjoy being held down and bred while I'm snarling that you'd even want to play such games with your Alpha.
Really, bunny, did you think I'd let you keep wiggling your ass at me like that? I'm going to slap it until you're crying, then fuck you, the pain of me slamming into your poor beaten, red asscheeks will be all the more satisfying
HAHWHQHWQHAHHA I'M THE CHOSEN ONE PEOPLE AHAHAHAHAHHA HE CAME HOME😭🎉 I LITERALLY OPEN THIS APP IN MY SCHOOL WHILE WAITING FOR MY NEXT PROF AND THEN POOF, BABY I GOT HIM WHEN I TRIED HAHAHAHAAH ALL HAIL TO XAVIER🛐🛐
So yesterday, my fluffy embodiment of ferocity and ire marked her triumphant 5th year of existence! Behold, the fierce birthday girl, sporting her majestic birthday hat, alongside the birthday cake that failed to meet her exacting standards 😭 Happy birthday, Furioza!