The Wreck of the Veterinary Vixen

It had been several months now since we had arrived at Port Playbunny. The three sisters and I enjoyed spending evenings at Pleasureland Park, which provided an escape from our daily routines. 

Rebekah modeled lingerie and swimsuits for Playboy, usually in her bunny rabbit form. Having become the unofficial mascot for Playboy, Bekah the Bunny became a celebrity in Port Playbunny, being compensated for her time doing the photoshoots. 

Katherine spent much of her time flying around the lingerie farms in her peregrine falcon form. The lingerie, which grew on corn stalks, would become "ripe" for pickin', so she would swoop in and pluck the ripe lingerie and deliver it to various shops around Port Playbunny. This was done in exchange for payment, which was then used to purchase supplies for the Veterinary Vixen, our Viking longship vessel. 

Ilayda spent much of her time in her blue monarch butterfly form, and she fluttered about the various pool bars. In this way, she could be discreet as she eavesdropped on conversations, gathering intel on the latest trends and news from around the world. One day, she learned about a new predator of the seas that was supposedly a mechanical shark of some kind. Perhaps it was this news that motivated us to remain safely in Port Playbunny. 

As for myself... I spent much of my days in my golden hamster form, hoarding random lingerie for no real reason. I stole thongs and bras when women weren't looking, causing chaos and confusion everywhere I skedaddled. 

Katherine and Rebekah raked in enough funds to support continuing on our voyage. Katherine also had her mobile veterinary clinic aboard the ship, so sometimes visitors to Port Playbunny brought their pets who needed care to Katherine. 

Simply put, after several months at Port Playbunny bringing in some income, the sisters stocked up on plenty of booty, which was stashed in the form of gold coins in the ship's cargo hold.

The time had come, at last, to continue on our voyage aboard the Veterinary Vixen, and depart Port Playbunny. 

As we left, we remained vigilant for the rumored shark threat. It was a clear and breezy day as we floated through the calm, tropical bay and into the open ocean. 

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Although the Veterinary Vixen appeared as an ordinary Viking longship outwardly, below deck was vastly different and disproportionate to what you'd expect. Katherine had her veterinary clinic and laboratory space. There were numerous private quarters, enough for each of us to have our own. There were storage rooms in the hull, which included the "Booty Room", as we came to call the room where the sisters' wealth was held. 

All had been uneventful for several days, and as usual, we let the winds take us, wherever that may be. 

One day, Katherine and Rebekah were laying on their stomachs in the Booty Room, counting their gold coins. Both their butts looked temptingly voluptuous, and I couldn't help myself. I simply had to massage both of their booties in the Booty Room. As if kneading dough, I massaged their butts, just about drooling at the sight of their juicy rump roasts. So curvy. So tender and squishy. MMMMMM. 

Just as I was beginning to massage the sisters' backs, Ilayda entered the Booty Room, and she looked pale with panic. 

"Something's following us," she said with a quiver. "I think it's that metal shark stalking us." 

Concerned, the four of us went up to the deck to have a look. The ship was moving swiftly with the wind, but something felt wrong. The sky appeared somewhat sickly green, and off in the distance, a storm was brewing. We were headed toward the storm, and Ilayda pointed back behind the ship. "It was somewhere back there," she said. 

We looked, and sure enough, there appeared to be a metallic fin slicing through the water, following us. It was keeping a distance, possibly as a means to study our movements. 

As the fin drew closer to the vessel, I could see it in more detail. There was barbed wire attached to the fin, and the body was also metallic and mechanical in nature, possibly made of titanium and other atomic components. 

Within moments, we were drawn into a chaotic tempest, and the turbulent seas revealed the obviously truculent nature and vibe of the atomic predator. 

"Get below deck!" I commanded. I wanted to make sure the sisters were safe among the sea. 

We went below deck and began making our way to take refuge in the Safe Room, which was a beige concrete chamber at the center of the ship. 

Within seconds, before we could even reach the Safe Room, we could hear the metallic crunch as the shark tore a gaping hole into the rear of the vessel. Water began flooding the compartments, and we transformed into our cat forms. 

By the time we reached the Safe Room, we found that it, too, had flooded, and was now useless. Water was rushing in fast, so we made our way back up to the upper level, which contained our living quarters. The area hadn't flooded yet, but the Veterinary Vixen was sinking fast. 

The three sisters began meowing, obviously scared for their lives. I tried to comfort them by putting some music on as our ship began angling further downwards. 

"My Heart Will Go On" by Céline Dion began playing over the loudspeakers, and by the time the song ended, the Veterinary Vixen was nearly upright, bouyant and bobbing vertically. The four of us had climbed up to the bow of the ship. 

The atomic shark was swimming in circles around the ship, relentlessly attacking it by biting into it. Like a water balloon bursting, the entire interior of the Veterinary Vixen exploded and spilled into the sea, and the ship sank within only a moment or two. 

We were pulled into the stormy sea as the ship sunk into the abyss. Once I was underwater, I could see the shark going after the spilled gold coins. So... that's what the predator wanted. 

The shark swam away into the storm, unscathed and free to do what it wanted. 

Some debris floated to the surface, and I helped the three sisters climb onto an unusually large red arched wooden door. 

Strange. I hadn't remembered seeing this in the ship before. Where did it come from? 

We all transformed back into our human forms. The chaos of the tempest around us began to fade away, and now we were in calmer waters. 

"There's enough room for all of us on here," said Katherine as she began to pull me up onto the strange floating door. 

One the initial shock of suddenly losing everything all at once, the four of us grew angry and sad. We could see the shark swimming further away, leaving us stranded and confused as to what should come next. 

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We all wanted retribution for the wrongful destruction of our livelihoods. All the time that we had spent building something together... now gone and lost forever. 

"I'm gonna go drop an F-Bomb on that little bitch," said Ilayda with clenched teeth as she stared at the shark swimming further and further away. 

"A fairy bomb, you mean?" I said. 

"Yep!" grinned Ilayda. 

"Go get 'em!" cheered Rebekah. 

With that, Ilayda transformed into her water fairy form, and flew away, buzzing like a bee in hot pursuit of the predatory shark. Katherine, Rebekah and I all grinned at each other knowingly. 

"She's gonna drop a fairy turd on that asshole," I said, trying not to laugh. "Fairy turds are highly explosive on impact."

Katherine and Rebekah stared at me. 

"Don't ask me how I know that," I said. 

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FOOM! Moments later, a flash of light illuminated the sky, followed by a mushroom cloud on the horizon. 

"She destroyed it!" said Katherine. 

"Karma's a bitch!" I said. 

A moment later, Ilayda returned, landing on the door like a bee lands on a flower. "I had to fly pretty high to clear the explosion. It's gone now, though." 

Rebekah seemed preoccupied with something in the door. "What's this?"

In the center of the floating door was an outline of a seemingly smaller door inset into the larger one. Rebekah pushed down, and to our shock, it opened downward into a strange, turquoise tunnel with a checkered black and white floor. Because the door was facing downward, the gravity shifted in a perpendicular direction. 

We climbed down into the strange tunnel, which had a faint light at the end of it. 

The tunnel felt cramped, as it was barely tall enough to stand up in. When we came to the end of the tunnel, we emerged into a sunny realm with gently rolling grassy hills. The tunnel brought us out onto the top of a grassy hill. 

There before us, we could see the shoreline of a vast, calm sea, and on the shore was a strange harbor with a wooden pier. At the pier was docked a Viking longship that looked eerily similar to the Veterinary Vixen. 

In amazement and wonder, the three sisters and I walked down to the pier, and we were amazed. 

There, in all her glory, was the Veterinary Vixen, but the ship was larger and more ornate than the one that had just been destroyed. This one was an upgrade. 

"Welcome to Lake HOMES!" shouted an eerily familiar voice from behind us. 

Startled, we all turned, and the sisters and I were bewildered and shocked. 

Standing before us was a man that looked exactly like... me... my doppelgänger.

"Umm... where are we?" was all I could think of to say, as I stared at myself. 

The other me stared back... and he began to smile.