Greytail's Revenge

Posted on alt.devilbunnies 2-3 Januray (parts 1-3) and 15-23 February, 1998.

My oldest surviving evil devilbunny character, Greytail, survivor of the Battle of Lubbock, goes after Fudd survivors of said battle.

© 1997-98 by Scott Bernier
First HTML-ized 22 February, 1998

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[Originally posted with the help of John Hollingsworth on 17 June, 1997 under the title: Requiem - Epilogue: Greytail's tale. Reposted to start this series by Scott Bernier on 2 January, 1998. Jointly copyrighted with John Hollingsworth.]

Requiem - Epilogue: Greytail's Tale

[BlackPaw's office, three weeks after Iago started his sabbatical--early fall, 1996]

(Knock, knock) "Enter..."

A grey furred bun hopped into the office and (salutefluff). The bun behind the desk looked up and cocked one ear.

"LT Greytail," BlackPaw said offhandedly. Whatever this bun had to say didn't weigh much in BlackPaw's eyes. "What can I do for you?" he stated somewhat snidely.

The bun pawed forward some papers. "I hearby resign."

(STOMP!) "You what?!"

"I resign my commission. I will not sit by and take the blame for another fiasco. The first loss in Lubbock, I could understand. But this one...I won't do it." (STOMP!)

Blackpaw was taken aback. Not only was Greytail accepting his mistakes in front of the captain, but he was refusing to let other buns beat him up for the problems at Reese. It was a greater resolve than BlackPaw had seen from this bun, at least in front of any of the senior staff. He was unsure how to proceed, so he tried to feign a carefree attitude. "I can't accept it. You'll have to wait until the Colonel returns."

Greytail glared at his superior. "How long has he been gone? Do you really think he's coming back?"

(pawwaveoff) "He'll return. Then you can take it up with him."

(STOMP!) "I've been waiting for several weeks to turn in my resignation while LT COL Iago has been on this 'sabbatical'. In the meantime the survivors of that trap in Lubbock have been able to sit-back and laugh their heads-off at how they fooled us."

"LT, at least as many Fudds had died as buns in that battle."

"And many more Fudds survived!" (STOMP!) "Look at how little resistance we had until we were deep in the base. We should never had made it that far that easily. And take a look at this..."

Greytail pawed some other papers to BlackPaw. He glanced through them and his eyes turned red as he read through the statistics. "Impossible! Where did you get these figures?!?"

"Just because I've made a few mistakes in the past doesn't mean I don't have good contacts in the field." (smirkfluff)

"But..this is impossible. No Fudd near that blast survived."

"Who says those 400 some odd were on base? It appears that the late Col. Oullette had sent many of his troops on leave that weekend, like he knew we were coming. I can't sit by and let those cowards live when so many of our comrades died. And that's why I'm resigning. I can't hold a commission and go after them. They're spread all over the country." Greytail's eyes narrowed as his voice lowered a bit. "And I intend to hunt down the traitor bun and his Fudd and squirrel friend last."

There was a pause. BlackPaw knew that unless Iago returned today, Greytail would go AWOL. As much as BlackPaw resented Greytail, he owed it to the bun and, more importantly, to the bun's honor to honor his fight for glory. The captain swallowed hard, then looked at the lieutenant with resolve. "Resignation accepted, Greytail. Good luck and may Frith watch over you."

Greytail saluted Blackpaw one more time. "Thank you sir. I'll ship you half their toes as I kill them off. Remember our fallen comrades as you enjoy them." He turned and left the office. By evening Greytail had left Pampa Outpost Warren.

Blackpaw got the first 20 toes on dry ice 8 days later.

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 ~       Captain        ~ 
 ~       BlackPaw       ~ 
 ~ Pampa Outpost Warren ~ 
 ~  Devilbunny Militia  ~ 
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"This is Outpost Elmer-Six-Niner checking-in. All clear at my end, no activity on the geometer, no movement in sight."

"Roger, Elmer-Six-Niner, we'll check-back with you in about an hour. Don't fall asleep out there Jimmy."

"Nothing to worry about that, Roy. I've had so much of Cookie's coffee today, I doubt I'll sleep for a week. Elmer-Six-Niner out."

Jim Tilton set the microphone down and turned back to the television in his little trailer that served as the outpost for that corner of Macon County, Tennessee. It was almost a joke to call his small home an outpost. Then again the base down to Lafayette wasn't much bigger then a real outpost. There were maybe 12 Fudds stationed there. They didn't really need more then that for there was little devilbunny activity in north central Tennessee.

A window shattered while he had his back turned, flicking through stations. Jim leapt with his axe in hand and turned towards the broken window, all his senses heightened. All he saw was glass on the floor. Sensing where the enemy lay, he slowly turned around to see a grey devilbunny buck sitting on his table staring at him with a fangy grin. The bun was definitely milbun material as there were scars visible on its muzzle and ears. Behind the buck, sat the remains of Jim's radio.

"Remember me?" (curiousfluff)

The fluff finally set-off the geometer. Jim shut-off the pager-sized device unconsciously. All the while, the bun examined the Fudd intently.

"No, you look like any bun I've dealt with in the past." Jim shifted his stance ever so slightly.

(sighpoof) "Why are all you Fudd monkeys as bright as a dead lightbulb?" The bun made no threatening moves. He just sat there, staring at Jim. "Weren't you at Lubbock? I know you were." The bun made like he was grooming himself while keeping one eye on the Fudd.

Lubbock? Jim's mind raced overtime. Bad memories of a battle a year-and-a-half earlier in which he was one of the fortunate few survivors. The bun seemed to be able to read his expression.

"Good, good, you do remember. That'll make killing you all the more pleasant." (SNICK!) the bun leapt at Jim.

Jim deflected the attack with trained ease, sending the bun sprawling. But the bun was quick on his paws and was out of harms-way before the deadly blade could fall. Devilbunny and Fudd faced each other again.

"In the next two hours I shall feast upon your toes and those of the Fudds at the so-called base you just radioed into." (gigglefluff) "A small price for you to pay for what you and your fellow monkeys had done to me in Lubbock."

Great, a crazed milbun. Jim and the buck circled each other, sizing-up their opponent. The bun faked left and leapt right. Jim was fooled for only a moment and was able to bring his guard-up in time to deflect the bun, who rebounded and came at the Fudd again, this time slashing three-quarters of the way through the axe handle. Jim cursed.

The bun paused again and looked intently at the Fudd. "What? You still don't remember? What kind of fun will this be if you don't even recall what I'm talking about?"

"I have little clue what you are talking about, fluffer, and don't care. When I finish you off in a minute, I'll add you to the rug in the bedroom."

The bun's eyes blazed red with anger. (STOMP!) "I'm talking about payback. Payback for what your Colonel Oullette did to my comrades. As to who I am, haven't you seen that video that has been circulating around? The one in which" (pointclawtoself) "I spam a symp!" (fangygrin)

The bun leapt again, Jim had to parry again, breaking-off the axe head. The bun slammed hard against the far wall with the flat of the axe blade landing on top of him. Jim stood there a moment with axe handle in hand. He knew better then to approach a bun he knew wasn't dead yet. The blade moved slowly to reveal a tiny gun pointing at him.

The bun fired. Jim felt something jab his left hand, a tiny pink dart. Jim wobbled for a moment and then fell backwards.

Jim shook for a couple moments and then lay still. The bun fired two more darts into the human to be safe and then hopped onto his chest.

"Can you hear me, Jimmie?" (gigglefluff)

Jim's eyes openned. He squinted and panted a moment. "Bastard fluffer! What did you do to me?!"

"Nothing much." The bun slashed-off a couple buttons from Jim's shirt. "The darts were filled with a muscle tranquillizer. You can still breath, but that's about it. It'll wear-off in a couple hours, but I doubt you'll live that long." The bun hopped slowly towards Jim's left foot and slashed-off the boot. He then munched down on the biggest toe and crunched in satisfaction as the Fudd yelled in pain, cursing the bun.

(pityfluff) "Is that all you have to say, Jim?" (crunch) "And what do you mean this isn't fair? Are you saying what your precious Colonel did by blowing-up the base as he died was fair play? You're right, Jimmie, it isn't fair. I don't have access to a Spam-O-Matic (tm) at the moment. I" (guessfluff) "nothing's fair in this world. But I'm going to exact some revenge." The bun bit-off the next toe.

Jim didn't scream as much the second time. By the fifth his voice was too hoarse to continue screaming. He felt unconsciousness setting in from loss of blood. The bun noticed too and stuck a needle in his arm and sent the plunger home.

"Now don't fall asleep on me yet, Jimmie, I've still got 5 toes to remove." The bun brought a small pink cooler into view. "The other five are for a friend I promised them to." (fangygrin) Jim suffered through the pain, sending-up private prayers to Elmer. Then new pain seared through his stubbed feet as the bun took a small propane torch to the wounds to cauterize them. "I can't have you die on me, Jimmie," (cackle) "at least, not yet. I need you for bait for your friends. I want you to see them die with you."

"Why?" Jim asked hoarsely.

"Because you Fudds of LuFI cost me my command in Lubbock. Because I had to take full blame for that loss to enable my commander at Stillwarren to save face." (STOMP!) "Because I was knocked-back a couple of ranks because of that fiasco. Ranks I never got back in the three years since." (STOMP!) "Because when my time to prove myself came your precious Colonel Oullette decided to ignore the Omega Treaty and blew-up the Fudd base at Reese Air Force Base killing countless numbers of my comrades and the spirit of our commander."

The bun paused a moment to place the tiny cooler filled with Jim's remaining toes into a backpack and pull-out something else Jim couldn't see from where he lay on the floor. "Iago never fully recovered mentally. He went into seclusion and died there. I'm one of only a pawful of survivors. But I'll be damned to Inle if I'll allow any Fudd survivors live!" (STOMP!) "Once you and your friends die today, I'll only have 63 more to hunt-down before all debts owed to my dead comrades are paid in full."

The bun hopped onto Jim's chest and placed his muzzle mere fractions of an inch from the Fudd's face. "Tell your friends when they arrive that LT Greytail, former Commander of Lubbock Warren, will be back to deal with them shortly." He stuffed a handkerchief in Jim's mouth.

Greytail fiddled around in the small house for 15 minutes, gathered his stuff together and leapt out the same window he came in.

About 90 minutes passed by when the front door slammed-in and four Fudds barreled into Jim Tilton's home.

"Over there!" Two rushed forward to their injured comrade and examined his wounds. "Sweet Elmer, he's alive." They pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth.

Jim was in a semi-daze until they lifted his head. "tr...trap..."

A canister flew into the window and ruptured pouring forth pink gas that quickly filled the small trailerhome. The Fudds within fell to the floor coughing and gagging at the hideous Spam Gas™. Outside several gunshots fired-off and then all was silent.

Sixty minutes later, Greytail dragged the last toeless Fudd into the trailer. He hopped-up to Jim again. Seeing that he was out-cold, Greytail relieved himself in the Fudd's face to wake him up. (snigger) Jim spluttered into consciousness.

"How's it feel, Fuddling? All I've got left to do now is dispose of the evidence. We can't have local authorities asking why you are all missing your toes now, can we? They'll write this one off as another cult-suicide thing, like those Branch Davidians several years back down in Waco." (fangygrin) "Call it a preview of what your afterlife will be like, Jim."

Greytail hopped-out and into the woods near the trailer. He glanced back in time to see his firebomb go-off and the trailer burst into flames.

The following morning a BunEx package arrived at a small warren near Panama City, Florida addressed to a Captain BlackPaw, retired. It was a little too late for Frithmas, but the bun it was addressed to would share the 65 toes packed on dry ice within with the other warren members anyway.

Joe pushed as much snow aside from around his head and torso as he could as he felt himself slow down. It was pitch dark and cold, very, very cold, buried in the snow. What went wrong? All he could do for now is lay buried in the snow awaiting rescue. To try and keep himself occupied, he thought about the past few days events....

Four days earlier, Joe had packed his skis and poles into a travel bag. He grabbed this and a large duffle and left the barracks. He ducked into the command center of Maine Fudd HQ and saluted Sgt Pomerleau. Pomerleau handed him his long-awaited for 16 day pass. Joe had saved-up his leave time to use all at once, not to mention most of his savings.

"Enjoy your leave, Joe."

"I will sir!"

Within an hour, his plane was taxiing down the runway and taking-off. Destination, the Alaska Wilderness, where he would meet-up with three other long-time buddies to do some serious backcountry skiing. The reunion in the coastal community of Cordova the following day had been grand. Joe hadn't seen any of his three friends, Jon, Jack, and Dan since that awful day a few years back when the Lubbock Fudd Base was destroyed. The rest of the day and evening was spent exchanging tales of their 'adventures' since that fateful day.

The four of them had been planning this trip for months. All four were avid, expert skiers who looked forward to this trip. A trip to talk about old times and maybe, just maybe forget the War existed for several days. Yesterday, they were flown-in by bush plane to the base camp and this morning, they were helicoptered up to the top of one of the nearby mountains.

They knew the trip down would take all day. Snow conditions were favorable. Despite this, they knew better then to take chances in the wilderness. So, they took the precaution of skiing apart, keeping an eye on each other....

"So what happened?" Joe now asked himself in the dark little cave he had frantically created soon after the avalanche had overtaken him. "How could we have touched-off an avalanche in a perfectly stable snowpack?"

(sniggerfluff)

Joe froze still and held his breath. He couldn't see in the dark, but he thought...Elmer, no...

"Looks like I won't have to pack your toes on ice, Joe." (gigglewiggle) "They already are!"

A light flashed-on blinding Joe for a moment. Once his eyes adjusted he could see that an upside down greyish bunny was holding the light. Behind him, he could see a small tunnel the fluffer most likely had burrowed through the snow. The bun's ears perked-up (to the bun) as if he could hear something that Joe couldn't.

"Yes, you came through this turned upside-down, Joe." (alasfluff) "Looks like I'll have to cut my visit short. It seems your friends found your ski pole above you." (gigglewiggle) "But I'll see you and your friends again real soon." (fangygrin)

The light went-out and Joe listened to the bun bounce-off the way he had come, with the tunnel collapsing behind him. He then heard his name, though muffled.

"Down hear! Hurry!"

Joe could now hear his friends digging through the snow. The snow around his torso started turning shades of blue as more and more light filtered through it.

"Is it? Yes, a foot, we've found him. We got you, Joe, just a little longer."

"Hurry-up, Dan! There was a bunny down here!"

"He must be going into hypothermic shock. Devilbunnies way out here?"

His friends redoubled their efforts. They pulled Joe out of the snow pit two minutes later. Cold, but uninjured, Joe related what had happened to him. As he finished, all four looked-up mountain as they heard the echo of a boom. All faces paled as they saw what looked like half the mountain's remaining snow pack start sliding towards them. The rumbling grew steadily louder by the second.

"It'll be on us in 90 seconds."

"..and Joe is ski-less."

"Go without me. Maybe you can outrun it..."

"No way, man. We go down together or not at all."

"Then there is only one thing we can do. Climb like hell!"

The four Fudds started climbing a large, nearby pine as fast as they could, helping each other up as needed. The gust front, the huge mass of air being pushed along ahead of the advancing avalanche, hit them a minute later and the huge tree groaned-under the assault. Somehow, all four Fudds held-on preventing each other from being blown-away by the airy assault. Then the tree groaned further as the wall of snow hit.

SNAP! The pine broke like a toothpick against the onslaught of snow, dragging the Fudds with it into the white depths below.

Joe lost all track of time in the dark. Maybe he had been slammed unconscious for a while by the impact with the snow before it had enveloped him and his friends. He felt cold all over and moaned from the splitting headache he had.

"Sounds like he's coming around. Joe? How you feeling, man?"

Joe slowly opened his eyes and promptly closed them again as what little light there was made his headache worse.

"I feel like the morning of New Years Day back in college," he finally managed.

"I wish that were so, Joe," Jon responded

"Where are we?"

"In a bunny warren somewhere within the very mountain we were skiing for all I can tell."

"How long?"

"Three days. We wear buried in that avalanche less then a couple hours, just long enough for the first stage of hypothermia to set-in, before the damn buns unburied us. They apparently planned this all along, waiting until we were too cold to fight back. We made easy prisoners."

The grey bun's words came back to him: 'I'll see you and your friends again real soon...' Joe attempted to move and found himself restrained. "That grey bun I told you about is probably behind this." He struggled some more, ignoring the pounding headache.

"No use, Joe, the furry demons have strapped us to our beds. They don't keep it all that warm in here either if you haven't noticed yet."

Joe opened his eyes again, despite the pain and looked around. He and his buddies were in a small, pink walled cell, strapped to gurneys. He noted he still had all his toes, though he could barely feel them in the chill of the cell. Joe glanced-up at a door in the far wall as it opened. The grey bun he had seen in the snow earlier hopped in, flanked by a half dozen others.

"Welcome, former survivors of the Lubbock Battle. The search for your bodies was just called-off and your fellow humans have just declaired you dead." (fangygrin)

"So, now you're going to insure that we fit that declaration?" Dan spat.

(amusedfluff) "Not necessarily. Originally, I had intended to simply let you die in that avalanche I created."

"So why the change of heart, fluffer?" Dan sneared back.

"Well, there are a few reasons why." The bun started counting-off on claws. "One, the local warren refused to help me unless they got a share of the spoils. It's been a long time since this warren has had fresh Fudd. Two, frost-bite totally ruins the flavor of Fudd toes..sort of like what you experience tastewise when a cow steak gets freezer burn. (fangygrin) Three, it wouldn't be much of a revenge if you didn't know who or why that somebun killed you. And four, a bun who helped me asked that I give you each a chance to live, rather then simply spam the lot of you."

The bun paused, but was disappointed slightly when his prisoners refused to stroke his ego. He glared at them. "Don't any of you know who I am?" (STOMP!)

"A devilbunny who's going to kill us," Joe piped-in.

(exasperatedfluff) "I don't know why I bother. Fudds are all so dense...." He was consoled by a taffy-colored doe next to him who hugged him slightly. He looked down into her eyes. (sighfluff) "Very well, I'll put-up with it for your sake, dear. He turned back to the Fudds.

"I am Greytail, former warren leader of Lubbock Outpost Warren. You four are hear because you survived the Lubbock Battle, which many of my comrades did not. For the past 18 months I've been hunting-down Fudd survivors, avenging the deaths of my comrades a few Fudds at a time. But that could stop tonight. Instead of killing you four, I may spare your lives." (howeverfluff) "Either way, your toes are forfeit." (fangygrin)

"None of us will ever betray our fellow Fudds, Greytail," Jon yelled back, straining slightly against his restraints.

(sniggerfluff) "What if I told you that you're wasting your time, Jon? Yes, I know exactly who each of you are....Jack Arundel from the Fudd base near Denton, TX. Daniel Kerpelly, currently assigned to a little known Fudd facility near Winslow, Arizona. Joseph Diago, currently from Maine Fudd Volunteers....(snicker) Won't Blake be in for a surprise when I finally get my paws on that traitorbun...And Jonathan Winchester of the Fudd Outpost near Roanoke, Virginia. All of you were at Lubbock before that Fudd base was destroyed."

Greytail hopped to such a position from Jon's gurney to make it easier for the human to see the bun.

"Jon, what if I told you that at least one of those you think you were protecting is right now, trying to save you from your evil Fudd ways? It is because of her pleas that I will allow each of you the chance to save your lives rather then get spammed. All you have to do is agree to convert, rather then die." He ruffled the fluff of the taffy doe next to him. "Isn't that right, Nellie?"

The doe (bunnyhugged) Greytail for a moment before hopping towards Jon, who tried to shrink back from the doe as she hopped-up onto the gurney. "He's serious Jon," she said in sweet, cute, but very familiar voice.

Jon shrank back as much as he could with the restraints in place. "No...oh please, Elmer...NO...."

(tearfilledBambieyes) "But, Jon, don't you love me anymore? I'm trying to help you. Just because you hurt so many bunnies in the past doesn't mean you have to die. We've got a second chance. Debt free. No worries. No hassles. We can start over and live a good life and raise that family we wanted..." Nillie nuzzled Jon's cheek as he cringed and glared at the grey buck.

"What did you do to my Nellie? If I wasn't restrained I'd.."

"Kill me?" (sniggerfluff) "I doubt it."

Nellie's eyes filled with more tears. (sniffle) "He didn't do a thing, dear. I helped him willingly. I infected myself with the bunnyvirus™. I did it all in hopes of saving you from yourself, Jon, before you could be complete consumed by this awful hatred that has built-up within you." (shimmywiggle) "There's nothing wrong with being ky00t. After a little while you'll love it, dear. You'll look good in fur." (adoringeyes) "I love you, Jon." (pleadfluff) "Join me, Jon. We'll never have to worry about anything again." She nuzzled his cheek again in affection.

With tear filled eyes, Jon turned his head and lightly kissed Nellie on her muzzle. He whispered in her ears, "I love you....b...but, I can't do that. I'm sorry, snugglebun..." He jolted suddenly throwing-off the restraints he had been wiggling loose for the past few days, knocking the doe sideways, and launched himself at the grey bun, screaming, "REMEMBER LUFI!!!!"

Greytail nimbly leapt aside from the attacking Fudd and pulled-out his tranquilizer gun. *POP*! A bunny head flew at him, knocking the gun out of his paws. The other buns had scattered, hopping for their lives down the corridor, which was too small for the human to run down standing erect. He turned to face Greytail, tossing the headless body in his hands to one side.

"Your next, Greytail. Time you pay for brainwashing and converting my Nellie.."

He took a step towards the bun, who bunched-up to leap. However, Jon's eyes rolled-up into his skull as he fell forward. Greytail had to leap to one side to keep from being hit by the falling Fudd. He looked behind himself to see Nellie, trembling with the tranq gun falling from her paws. She openly wept as reinforcements arrived. The other Fudds, still strapped could do nothing, and remained silent.

Greytail hopped-over to Nellie and comforted her the best he could. The other buns stood awaiting orders. Greytail nuzzled Nellie encouragingly. She hopped forward and daintily sniffed Joe's toes. Hesitating for only a moment, she nibbled one off, crunching noisily, with an expression of joyous satisfaction. When she finished, she licked the wound on Jon's foot until it stopped bleeding. She then nipped him a few times on other parts of his body before turning to the other buns.

"Take this one to the conversion lab. Carefully remove his other toes. Five are to be packed on ice as with the agreement with Greytail. When you are done, prepare to harvest the other toes in this room doing likewise."

They nodded and dragged Jon's unconscious form out of the room. Nellie turned to the other Fudds. "Whether Jon realizes or not, I love him to much to see him die. He may not believe his new life will be happy, but I'll make sure it is. But the rest of you are only alive now for Greytail agreed to my plea to give you a second chance."

"You have one hour to decide your own fate, Fudd monkeys," Greytail stated. "Then we'll find-out if you wish to live, or become dinner."

The buns left the three remaining Fudds in the room to themselves.

"Do you think any of them will choose life?" Nellie asked down the hall a ways.

"I doubt it, dear. Do you mind if I ask you a question, love?" (pause) "Why do you want to save Jon's life? He doesn't seem to love you anymore."

"He's simply confused...as I was at first." She nibbled lightly in affection on Greytail's right ear. "He'll come around. I had switched his last three doses of Anti-bunnies he took with placebos. It shouldn't take long for him to convert." She looked at Greytail coyly. "Besides, dear, I still need a playtoy to keep me busy while you finish hunting down those nasty Fudds. Part of me still loves him, but" (gigglefluff) "dear, you shall always be my first mate." She carressed his muzzle lightly before proceeding down the hall, leaving a love-stunned Greytail in her wake.

Only Dan had cried-out briefly as his toes were harvested one by one. It was the pain of having them severed that made him yell, but the propane torch the buns used to cauterize the resulting wounds. Joe simply bit his lip, refusing to give the buns satisfaction. Jack bit down on his tongue so hard, it bled. Greytail entered as the harvesting team departed.

"Your time is just about up, Fuddlings. So what's it going to be? Spam™ or become a cute bunny?" (sugaryfluffnosetwitch)

"As designated spokeman," Joe stated calmly, though his wrists shook with anger in their restraints, "we will never join the bunny side. We choose death."

Greytail displayed a fangygrin. "Excellent, we shall feast upon you for days to come. We shall start with....Dan."

Greytail pointed to Dan's gurney. A group of bunnies hopped in and started to wheel Dan away.

"What about us?" Jack implored, struggling against his restraints.

"Well you'll have to wait a while." (sniggerfluff) "It seems the warren's Spam-O-Matic™ has a broken canner, so we'll have to eat you as you get spammed. This is a rather small warren, and a Fudd can produce a lot of spam. So you'll have a while to live and" (perhapsfluff) "reconsider your decision. In the meantime, we'll allow you to watch your friend die via video."

Some buns wheeled in a television monitor and left with Greytail.

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PiG-13 Alert! Some net sensors have declared the following [PiG-13] due to its violent, potentially gory content. It may not be suitable for all to read, especially kits of all species. Parental discression is advised. You have been (warnfluff).

"...and so for your crimes against the devilbunny race and your refusal to repent for those sins..."

Greytail intoned onward as Dan lay there strapped to the hopper of the warren's Spam-O-Matic™. He wasn't really listening at this point, he knew it was all just show. The spamming machine was up on some sort of stage in a large hall, surrounded by many buns, all chanting, "Spam him! Spam the Fudd!" Dan had beamed with pride when Greytail had named some of the 'atrocities' he had committed, particularly the major battles he had fought in.

Joe and Jack didn't have to watch if they didn't want to by closing their eyes and not looking at the monitor in their cell. But that wouldn't block-out the sound.

"...we, by the ruling of the elders of this warren, do order the spamming of Danial Kerpelly to pay for his crimes against all bunny kind."

The buns in the room roared their approval.

"Unless..."

The crowd fell quiet and Greytail continued. "Unless you renounce your evil Fudd ways and take-up the Fluffy Cause™."

Dan glared at Greytail.

"Though I walk in the Valley of Fluff, no bunny shall I fear, for El'mah is at my side..."

(fangygrin) "So be it." Greytail threw the switch.

The Spam-O-Matic™, a glorified, oversized foodprocessor, roared to life and Dan was slid slowly down the chute. As his legs vanished into the grinder, he didn't cry-out, but gritted his teeth against the pain and chanted louder to be heard over the machine that was slowly turning him into processed meat product.

"HE PROVIDE ME HOLY TEQUILLA, MY CUP OVERFLOWS.....AND I SHALL HUNT WITH EL'MAH FOR ALL..."

The Fudd finally fell silent as he was reduced to head and partial torso. The spamming machine made short work of him after that. The buns cheered. Others wisked-away the huge mound of resulting spam™ to the warren kitchen to prepare it for the evening feast.

Jack and Joe shed a few tears in their cell, but were inspired by Dan's bravery to the bitter end. Each vowed to the other to go-out with the same dignity as their friend. At the same time they regretted they would not be able to save Jon from a fluffy fate.

Somewhere in the back of the hall, a taffy-colored doe shed a few tears at the demise of the Fudd. She couldn't believe anyone would choose death over a second chance for life.

Greytail, survivor of the Lubbock Battle.

Not gory enough for you, fellow buns? (fangygrin) Check-out my Symp Spamming Video from my early days in command of Lubbock Warren Outpost. (howeverfluff) It's not for the weak of heart (warningSTOMP!).

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Greytail's Revenge 11

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Over the following three days Jack and Joe were offered minimal rations and Snapple (tm). Both refused the food and drink. The buns did force them to drink water though. Finally, Greytail returned to see them.

(lickclaw) "So, have you had second thoughts? Being fluffy would be far superior to being dinner. But it doesn't matter to me either way." (fangygrin)

They glared at him in silence.

"Good. Bring them both." Greytail snapped his claws and several buns came forward to wheel the gurney's out of the holding cell.

Twenty minutes later, Jack was strapped to the Spam-o-matic™ with Joe watching on unable to do a thing, though he struggled in his bindings. Greytail hopped-up to Joe.

"You're concerned for your friend. I can see that. Only he can save himself. But..." Greytail drew a clawtip down Joe's cheek. Joe spat at him. Greytail chuckled. "if you were to cooperate with a few questions, I won't make him suffer..."

"Don't do it, Joe," Jack stated calmly.

Greytail glared at Jack. "Start it up, and place it on extremely slow grind. Lower him manually."

Jack was lowered far enough to loose his feet to the enlarged food processor. He ground his teeth refusing to cry-out.

"Pull him back-up a little."

Joe was appalled. Greytail could see it affecting his other captive.

"You can end his suffering, Joe." (soothingfluff) "Just agree to answer some of my questions..."

Joe twitched under the restraints, fighting an inner struggle. Finally he whispered, "No..."

(fangygrin) "Very well...lower our dinner a little more."

Jack was pulled back-out just above the kneecaps. A bun waved smelling salts under his nose to keep him from falling unconscious from the pain. Tears welled-up in Joe's eyes. Greytail was in his face again.

"You can end his suffering, Joe. Just give the word and I'll make his death quick, ending his pain..."

"Don't...give...in..." Jack expelled with effort. Greytail glared at Jack for a moment. Then back at Joe.

"Listen to your friend. He loves to suffer. Let's see how he feels when he sings soprano!" Greytail earsignalled the buns controlling the chute.

"No! Wait..." Joe struggled internally some more. Greytail signalled for the others to pause. "I'll...I'll..."

"Yes..."

"I'll talk...anything, just stop torturing him."

(fangygrin) "As...you...wish..." Greytail leaped-up and ripped-out Jack's throat, ending his pain. The buns in control of the chute then let the body drop into the Spam-o-matic™. Joe wept openly.

"Wheel him away. I have preparations to make."

Joe was wheeled into a different room. He was jabbed in the arm by a syringe wielding bun and fell asleep. He awoke to find himself in a sitting position. The straps were replaced with chains. He could move his arms enough to touch his head, but that was about it. His legs were firmly locked with braces to the chair legs.

Greytail hopped in, pushing a cart of food.

"Well, well, you're finally awake. I'm sure you're hungry, Joe. Have some food."

Greytail carried a tray over and uncovered it. "Perhaps some Spamserol, or maybe some Spamburgers™ (tm), or perhaps just a side salad?"

Joe cringed away from the food, especially the Spamserol serving that had a finger sticking out of it.

"No? Suit yourself..." Greytail bit into the Spamburger™. "Well, I kept my end of the agreement," he said between mouthfuls. "Time for you to keep yours."

Joe glared at him. "Why? You won't believe anything I say."

Greytail leaned across the cart towards Joe. "Try me. I am.." (gigglefluff) "all ears. Besides, we'll be able to confirm what you say now at a later date..."

"Later date?"

"Well of course. When you agreed to cooperate, that included you converting. Whether or not you cooperate now, you will later. No way out of it now, Joe. Tell me what I want and we'll keep you asleep during the conversion as Nellie has arranged for Jon. Don't tell me what I want to hear and I guarantee you, the pain you will suffer under conversion will make the suffering of your two deceased friends pale in comparison. I'm not asking for your access code to any Fudd files, I'm sure they were all changed when your death was reported. All I want is a layout of the Maine Fudd base and its current strength in numbers, arsenal, etc. Maybe you'd like a couple hours to think about it. But I suggest you eat something. You'll need your strength to survive the transformation into a bunny. Even as we speak, the nanites you were injected with earlier after you were wheeled-out of the Spamming chamber are doing their job weakening your system's Antibunnies™ defenses so that when we infect you with HLV, it will do its job unhindered."

Greytail finished his Spamburger™ and hopped-out of the room. Once Joe was positive that the bun was gone, he dug into the salad voraciously, washing it down with the jug of water provided.

Later that day, Joe answered Greytail's questions willingly. Maybe the drug in the salad dressing had loosed his tongue, who knows. Once completed to Greytail's satisfaction, Joe was wheeled to the conversion lab where he was infected and sedated.

Greytail pawed over the maps and plans drawn-up from Joe's testimony. He couldn't wait for the month to pass by when he'd be able to confirm them with the cooperation of the bun Joe would become. Then he couldn't wait until he'd be able to put that information to use to go after the traitiorbun who made such a fool of him four years previous.

Greytail, survivor of the Lubbock Battle.
(attentionfluff) You 59 remaining LuFI Fudd survivors. Your days are numbered! (STOMP!)