The Rabbit Women of Solares IV begin their Great Hunt! (for carrots, Earth-Men mates, Bugs Bunny memorabilia, what-have-you.)
(#00684 - A319)
Nobody saw the invasion coming. Well. Almost nobody. Make that ‘nobody who counts in the greater social milieu’ because Professor Cocomilia was largely viewed as a crank.
His theories about Lapinoids had been the stuff of geek comedy for years. As were his increasingly agitated attempts to warn the public.
And then came Invasion Day.
They were seven-foot-tall amazons with huge muscles and even huger mammaries. Their armour and weaponry was far superior to anything that Earth had in stock. They were formidable. They were unstoppable.
…and they were surprisingly willing to pay for any kind of merchandise that featured a rabbit.
When the bulk of the Terran population noticed that they were all female… That’s when the trouble really started.
The furries came out of the woodwork. Not the friendly kind, not the ones who had fun dressing up like animals. And definitely not the ones who just admired anthropomorphic animals.
No. The ones who came to throw themselves at the Lapinoids’ collective feet were the ones who gave the rest of the furries a bad name. The basement-dwelling, self-entitled, porn-generating weirdoes who were one crucial step away from bestiality.
And they were the ones who gave humanity a bad name.
Which was when humanity found out that all of Professor Cocomilia’s ravings were right on the mark.
Especially about them being carnivorous.
Humanity in general and furries in particular were more than willing to let the Lapinoids slaughter the 'bad examples’. But when they moved on to the more 'normal’ throng…
Well…
That was when Jennifer 'Hoppie’ Rodriguez found her time to shine. Her fursuit resembled the Lapinoids in almost every degree but height. She was the one who managed to negotiate for peace with a mixture of dance, pantomime, broken Lapinae, broken English, and a little bit of song.
The Lapinoids were so grateful that they gave her custom-fitted diamond armour and a life-size statue of herself, in costume, made of gold.
Because everyone knows that carats are a bunny’s best friend.
[Muse food remaining: 22. Submit a prompt! Ask a question! Buy my stories!]