The bunnyess looked down at the thing she had caught. It was a lizard, or so she
thought. Not a dragon, they were bigger than this, but something like it. Lithe,
agile, and with claws, as a scratch on her hand could attest to.
Right now it was even trying to still get away, tugging at its tail, the end of
which was pinned to the board with a fork. She had caught him trying to make off
with a coin from her purse, and so had let him get to the cutting board, before
tossing the utinsile at him, and trapping him. When she'd tried to grab him,
he'd attempted to claw her, actually drawing a bit of blood, which had made her
angry enough that now that she had him in front of her on the kitchen table, she
was slowly twisting the fork about, tearing open the wounds in his tail as she
considered what to do with him, and then remembered she still had dinner to
make.
Looking down at him, she felt her stomach give off a gurgle, and smiled, a sight
which made him pull back, and then start pulling at his tail, directly away from
her. Chuckling at this, the lapine rose from her seat and moved to a cabinet,
pulling out a few things for a nice snack, as she didn't want her husband to
think she didn't like whatever he would be bringing home tonight. So she just
pulled out a few slices of bread, a slice of cheese, and then some ham, and
smiling, she placed them on both pieces of bread, one on each, before going back
to the table, where the lizard thing had exhausted himself, and was laying
against the fork, his tail oddly no longer bleeding.
As she came nearer though, he seemed to have gained a second wind, and began to
tug sharply on his tail again, to no avail, as she picked up the board, and
brought it into the kitchen, holding it over her sandwich for a moment, and then
picking up a sharp knife. The lizard seemed to go limp at the sight, and at
first she thought he'd fainted, but
then
noticed he twitched. He was playing possum, and with a laugh, she slashed at the
board, cutting clean through his tail with a sickening squish-crunch, and
causing him to fall onto the ham on the slice of bread, onto which she quickly
flipped the cheese slice, before tossing the whole thing onto a pan on the
stove, which was already blazing hot, as she'd been warming it before she'd
spotted him.
She chuckled again as she heard his scream, and imagined what it must be like
inside the sandwich, the cheese melting over his body, bubbles of liquid
evaporating from the ham, popping in his face and scarring him, as she just sat
there, and enjoyed the show for a while. Of course, she was forced to flip the
bread after a minute, pressing down on the top for a second, causing the scream
to grow sharper as she pressed into his burning scales, and then flipping him
over, which caused the scream to cut off as the air was pushed from his lungs.
Smiling still, the bunnyess hummed as she pressed into the sandwich again,
willing it too cook faster, and then, less than half a minute later flipped it
off the pan, and right into her pad, which felt the heat only slightly, as she
squished and poked the sandwich with a hand, before taking
a bite, enjoying the way the insides of it crunched between her teeth. Looking
in, she saw that she'd bitten
through one of his legs, and he was still squirming inside the sandwich, still
fighting, which nearly made her choke as she started laughing with the bite in
her mouth.
Of course, as she swallowed, she heard the doorbell ring, and so, stuffed the
rest of the sandwich in her mouth, and swallowed it down as fast as she could,
wondering how long the burned and injured lizard would last in her tummy. She
forgot all about him though, as she walked up to her husband and kissed him, and
he commented on a strange taste on her lips, which she identified as a new
lipstick, Eau du Reptile, with a sardonic chuckle as she rubbed her gurgling
stomach.