Delicious Rabbit Chapter 1: Bunny Murder

Delicious Rabbit: Chapter 1
Bunny Murder

>You go over to Fluttershy's cottage early in the morning the next day.
>She mentioned that she'd be out taking care of some bears this morning, so you've got the all clear to begin.
>You knock on the door.
>Angel answers.
"Hey buddy."
>His eyes narrow. He knows he's not your buddy.
"I know you don't like me. I don't know what I did to piss you off so badly, but I'd like to make it up to you."
"I've brought over a human recipe and some salad ingredients for you, would you like me to make you something?"
>Those greedy little eyes light right the fuck up, and he nods like a crazy bobble-head doll.

>Tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, olives, bell pepper, and a light dusting of ground oregano and horse sedative.
>You didn't know how well the pony sleeping pills would work on a rabbit, so you just ground up a quarter of the pint-sized bottle.
>The recommended dose is two pills the size of your thumbnail.
>After he's finished shovelling vegetables into his mouth and collapses face-first into the food bowl, you pick him up and put him in your grocery sack.
>You make sure to leave the kitchen exactly as you found it, and the door slightly ajar as you leave.
>With any luck, Fluttershy will think Angel just ran off.

>You rush home, drawing curious stares from the pony villagers before they go back to their business.
>You slap his unconscious rabbit body down onto your cutting board.
>Should you let him wake up, just before you kill him?
>Let him know he's about to die?
>No. You're not risking him getting away.
>No hubris, no gloating, just killing.
>Ruthlessness, not petty vengeance.
>The knife swings down, and his throat slits open.

>Well, these clothes are ruined. There's way too much blood in this guy for such a small rabbit.
>The viciousness of your first cut probably had something to do with that, of course.
>It's going to take you a while to get the blood off your floor.
>Shit, there's blood on the floor and your kitchen stinks.
>Did you forget that the party's being held at your house?
>You're going to have to get this kitchen smelling less like an abattoir before tomorrow.

>You move to scrape Angel's organs off the butchery board and into the trash, but stop.
>You don't know when you're going to be able to eat meat again, so you had better save as much of it as you can.
>You vaguely recall that liver is supposed to contain lots of nutrients, so you keep that.
>Hearts are just muscle, right? Like a leg, or something.
>You're not eating lungs. Or intestines.
>But you think you'll eat Angel's brain.
>Make a soup out of it later.

>The meat you're going to eat is wrapped up and in your basement freezer.
>Your kitchen's clean, and you've opened the windows to get the smell out.
>You've lit some scented candles. Hopefully they won't burn down your house during the night.
>You've taken the bones, skin, and various bits of Angel you're not going to eat and threw them into the Everfree.
>It's very late at night, and you can't wait to make breakfast tomorrow morning.
>"Birthday" Soup. For breakfast.