I either climax for the purpose of reproduction with a beautiful woman (because that's the only kind of woman worthy of me) or I climax for the purpose of free protein. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Judy Hopps. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty.
Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these bunnies. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would be more successful as a person, even. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these creatures for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I transgress only against myself.īut if Babs or Judy Hopps existed in real fucking life. Any crimes I may or may not be guilty of involve only myself.
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