Here's a story I wrote about 10 years ago.
Frank and Friend
Frank was a mini-dwarf bunny. He was never to grow bigger than his friends and was always picked on. Frank remembers when he was younger and all of the bunnies were the same and the fun they've had.
*2 years ago*
'Frank, let's go to Farmer John's place and dig up some carrots.', said Sid, a little scamp of a rabbit. Frank joined up with Sid and went to over to visit Farmer John.
'Carrots? I don't know about you, but I was thinking Mexican.', Frank suggested, rubbing his belly.
'Sure, that's fine, let's just get some food. Farmer John's wife, Margaretta, is always cooking up succulent tacos.' mentioned Sid.
'Are you sure about this? I mean, Farmer John doesn't like it when we eat his food.', worried Frank. He glanced over at Sid and noticed him snickering under his breath.
'You can't be serious, Frank. Come on, it's no big deal, he has a lifetime supply of tacos, he won't miss a few.'
'I guess you're right.', said Frank.
They arrived at Farmer John's farm, hopped up on the table while John and Margaretta were outside, and began consuming juicy tacos. Several minutes later Sid and Frank were stuffed! They had eaten too much and were lazily returning to their burrow when they heard a shout. Farmer John had noticed the rabbits had eaten some of his tacos and he was chasing after them.
'I told you rabbits to stay out! I can't have you critters eating my food. Git out!', yelled Farmer John as he chased after them with a rake.
Frank and Sid high-tailed it out of there and returned safely to their burrow. They told their friends what happened and laughed all night about the adventure, it really was fun.
*Present Day*
As time past, Frank noticed that Sid was getting bigger and bigger and that he himself was not. Frank tried to join in with Sid's gang and tried to hang out with them, but Sid shunned him, not wanting to be seen with such a munchkin rabbit.
'Frank, look, we can't hang out anymore. You just aren't cool enough and ever since Farmer John moved away, we really have nothing to do anymore. You're just not big enough to hang with the cool guys.', said Sid solemnly to Frank.
'That's not fair! We've been friends for years and now you're distancing yourself from me because of my size? I thought we were friends, Sid. I thought we were friends...', wimpered Frank as he scuttled away.
Frank went to his burrow and contemplated what to do with this life. He noticed that Sid and his gang were having kids left and right and extending their family. Frank was sitting in his home all alone, alone with nothing but his pain and thoughts.
Frank was hopping along side of the outskirts of his pack and noticed a guy drop a plastic baggy on the ground as he was running away from a man in blue. Frank went to where the baggy was and sniffed it, wondering if it was food. Instantly, Frank felt amazing. All of his worries and problems disappeared. Nothing bothered him anymore and he felt like he could do anything!
He took the bag and began going home, not knowing what the contents of the bag was. Over the next few days, Sid noticed that Frank was acting very strange. Sometimes he'd be hyper and other times he'd be strung out and hardly move. Sid was worried about Frank, but couldn't let his gang know about this.
Weeks passed by and Frank was becoming more and more irrational. He started talking to Shawanda, a local hooker in the rabbit community. Shawanda doesn't have a mate, no one really knows her origin or history, but it seems the lonely and desperate go to her for a good time.
Shawanda noticed Frank sniffing something white from a plastic bag and asked what it was. Frank decided to give Shawanda a little try to boost his chances with her. She instantly fell in love with this strange substance and craved more. Frank, being a little devilish now, rubbed some of the white powder on his privates and went to town.
The orgasm they both felt was nothing like they've felt before. Frank was going insane with his new addiction and was having his way with all the females in town, even those with families. The female rabbits didn't know what was going on but after they had experienced some of Frank's prowess, they wanted more.
A few days later, Sid found Frank's baggy and confronted him about it.
'Frank, what is this? Are you doing cocaine? This isn't good, man, this shit will kill you.', exclaimed Sid, in a worried tone. Frank took no notice of Sid's presence and continued to ignore him. Finally, Sid took the plastic bag and spilled the contents on the ground.
'Sid, what the FUCK man!? You're going to pay for that! I was having the time of my life when you constantly ignored me. This 'cocaine' as you put it was my escape. I had all the women I wanted. I pimped them out to other rabbits for carrots and tacos. I was living the good life until now. Now you just fucked yourself.', Frank said in a calm and collective voice.
Frank motioned towards Sid in an attempt to pay him back for what he had just done. Frank didn't want to go back to his normal existence, he didn't want to be the outcast of the group. He chased Sid outside and around the burrows.
'Frank, calm down, man. You don't have to do this!', shouted Sid as he ran to the outskirts of their colony.
Frank was gaining on Sid, he may have been small but he was much faster than Sid, especially since he lost so much weight. Sid looked around franticly, trying to find something to keep Frank away from him. Sid noticed a street vendor and took his chances. He knew that Frank never passed up the opportunity for some tacos. He knew it was one of Frank's vices. He knew he was safe.
As Frank approached the street vendor, he could smell the meat sizzling in the spices. Mouth watering, he knocked over the street vendor's trash can as a distraction and jumped up on the food cart. As he was devouring the tacos, he saw Sid cross a busy road. Sid knew Frank's biggest fear was the busy intersections.
'You chicken shit, Sid. Get back over here so I can put you down!', yelled Frank over the sound of the roaring cars, chewed bits of taco flying from his mouth. Frank was too scared, even in his drugged up state, to cross the street. His parents always warned him to never cross it, knowing that other wildlife exist on the other side.
'Frank, listen. You can't go on like this. Can't we just talk this over?', asked Sid, in a frantic voice.
Frank, feeling a slight change in heart decided to take his chances and run across the street. He began to move when, suddenly, a car came out of no where and almost ran him over. He took a few steps back and thought about this. He decided he wanted to cross this street and face his fears and his former friend.
Frank hopped across the street, dodging cars and holes in the ground, not wanting to trip or get stuck. He finally made it to the other side with Sid and looked into his eyes.
'Sid, I'm sorry. You were right, I was out of my mind on that stuff. Thank you for showing me the way and helping me face my fear. I crossed the street! This is a far bigger high than that white stuff.', said Frank, excited and gasping for air.
'It's okay, man. Let's head back.', Sid replied.
'Ah hah! I see you, you won't get away this time.'
Frank and Sid spun around to see Farmer John there. They turned around and began hopping away when they heard a thunderous clap.
Frank lay there, bleeding. He looked over at Sid, eyes glazed over and motionless.
'You're still my best friend, Sid', said Frank, with his last breath.
The End.
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