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surisuri yuri

pyonpyon yuri bunnies

surisuri henris

>>565128
me on the right whenever henri posted in my threads

yummy looking treats

why do the bunnies eat meat

i assume its a metaphor for her role in the soon to be ensuing yuri antics

Yuu-bun

otabros I'm not feeling so good…

>>565902
gyurupokopi bunnies

the norms ruthlessly abuse anyone NOT like them

love to snooze on a nice ergonomic futon

You stalk Hanako into an alleyway in your quest to become a woman, you yell at her OII BUSU! SUKEN SEN WO WATASEEEE! SUGU NI!!!! she stammers "s-s-sumimasen, n-n-nani wo motomete iru desuka??" , the little bitch is pretending that she doesn't know where her skene's gland is, "KUSO MEBUTA, OMAE GA JIBUN NO KARADA WO SIRANEEEE N KA? AHO NANDAYARO? OSHIKO NO TOKI MANKO NO KUCHIBIRU GA HIROGENEEE KA? JA, SUKEN-SEN WO IRANEE MITAI KARA… KAIBOU JISSHUU SUTA-TO!". Years of malding away has reduced your bmi to 16, she bucks about and overpowers you easily, but with the power of a tanto on your side you stab her precisely in the gallbladder and miss her womb because you have studied https://anthro.cs.uni-freiburg.de religiously over the past decade. Now you sever her femoral nerves with your yanagiba but her thighs are too thick, so you hack at them with a good old chink hochou, now she has lost control over her legs and is easily displayed in spread eagle position. Now because you yourself have no idea how deep the skene's gland even goes, it's full pelvic exenteration time! You bore a hole around her vulva with superior kazusabori technique that you learned from your grandfather, at this point she is in shock and has stopped screaming "keisatsu!!".

You grab her flexible, throbbing womb and yank it really hard as if you were gutting a fish to dislodge it, you need to hurry up or else it will rot. The womb, ovaries, and bladder come out in one piece, thankfully, although there is still some belly fat connected to the whole shebang you need ice. and quick. You muon satsujin jutsu the nearest yoshinoya delivery boy you can find and outrage his modesty by injecting silicone into his dead dick and using him as a dildo. You pack the womb, ovaries, vulva, etc. into the iced food delivery box. You hijack a doctor heli, fly to NTT medical center, and hold it up with your type-01 LMAT. You rig the place with C4 and blow up a few cancer wards, and threaten to use the LMAT to send everyone to the afterlife if they don't give you a womb transplant NOW. You are going to power through this with local anesthesia alone because the fucking commies will foil your plan. With your minebea 9mm in one hand, m249 ripoff in the other, and C4 trigger in your mouth, they have no choice but to do your bidding.

They inject your pelvic area full of novocaine and start the surgery. Their hands are trembling so you put the minebea 9mm to their heads and yell "OI, YUDANN SHINEE YO!! TOKUNI SUKEN-SEN! OMAETACHI HA Ｆ−RANKU DOUBUTUEN DAIGAKU WO SOTUGYOU SHITE N KA??". They open your abdomen and think about how to rearrange your guts, so they squeeze your intestines and a pile of constipated shit comes out, this gives them room to nestle the womb in between your big and small intestines, and next is the bladder, which they remove your bladder to make room for it, to your approval. They reconnect the pudendal and perineal nerves, suture the manko into place, looking a little like Thomas the Tank Engine, and you check that the skenes and bartholin's glands are in place.

You find peace in your old ways, contributing anonymous patches to KDE. You hate to admit it, but you have even developed a liking for Rust. You still click "he/him" in Discord roles to avoid drawing attention to yourself, 5 years after the Hanako incident. You are still extremely secretive, afraid of VCing, and have issues socializing naturally. You would never speak of it in public, but your hobby is reverse engineering obscure decomissioned equipment off craigslist. You have a specific liking for SPARC, m68k, and even openVMS machines, with cute little hostnames like "catbox". You try to sing, but you sound like a eunuch, so you can only live out your dreams through Gynoid Talk and Vocaloid 5. Natural estrogen is giving you cellulite and mood swings but it doesn't bother you anyways. You are too broken to find love, but it was over before it even began. You dress modestly in maxi-skirts most of the time because you are afraid to draw attention to yourself plus you are getting old. You aren't as strong as you once were and find it hard to fend for yourself. You can't even wield your minebea 9mm steadily anymore. You wish you had a bf or husband to help you with the groceries every once in a while. You see kids with cute yellow hats running towards their mothers at the hoikuen. Your icy heart has the slightest hint of thawing but you remind yourself that absolutely no kid would want to be cursed with a parent like you. You buy a ring and necklace for yourself and merely smile whenever someone compliments you.

what the HELL

You go through menopause. You've wasted all of Hanako's eggs, anyways. Did she die in vain? 25 years after the Hanako incident, you feel sick all the time. WebMD says it might be organ rejection. You take your time to travel the world. You enroll in fine arts school, and your young classmates keep a respectful distance away from your old ass. You do alright, technically-speaking, but decades of rage has made you a very one dimensional person. You pass away in your sleep and are buried in an unmarked grave. Cause of death was liver cirrhosis. Only your IRC friends joke about you being dead after you have been AFK for a few years. You are gendered correctly in death by the state. You reach the afterlife. Hanako and God are waiting for you. You are sent to the 8 levels of hell. You are made to suffer what you did to hanako every day for 10000 years on end, in reverse. A cock and balls are forcibly installed into you 10 times a day. After 10e144 years, every single being in existence reaches nirvana, except you. You are bent on being a thorn in Satan's side and have reached max autism. You make hell heller for other hell-dwellers. You fling lava into their eyes, you banshee scream for eons on end. You have millenium-long tantrums. You *are* the punishment now. Sentient civilizations all across the universe prayed to the gods to avoid your shit flinging hit their planet. Everyone and everything is sick of you. The gods want to move on and enjoy valhalla. You have mostly forgotten what genders are like anymore.

You can't even remember what human voices sound like anymore, you simply emit hawking radiation. Your meager existence is only made known by your EMP pulses which you fling across the cosmos. You become a black hole and swallow the earth, and spend another eon digesting all the information there is to digest. You will not die an information-theoretic death. You are Faust incarnate. You replay the lives of every single recorded being that exists. Now that there is no one around to be derisive towards you, you mime out simple human interactions. You say g'day, mate to the void but you are merely regurgitating IRC chatlogs that you have swallowed. You stop being inhibited, you visualize complimenting others. You respond to yourself. You might as well be anything now, atom or wave, man or woman. The void does not give you any feedback. You are 10e144 years late to the show. Everything has long since ceased to exist. The things you now claim to understand are all vacuously true. Pigs can fly, if only they existed. You don't even exist anymore. Entropy is decreasing. What is left of you is now an eternal black hole that has stopped rotating, littered with your futile attempts at interaction and understanding. You now float through the void like No-Face. Future civilizations fear you and keep a safe distance from you.

this bunny reminds me of mogumo

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