Penelope

Penelope paced around her cabin in nothing but her wifebeater, a pair of white cotton panties and her bunny slippers, shuffling around out of sheer boredom. As she walked around, her attention kept getting caught by a stack of boxes that she never ended up unpacking after going 'off the grid'. Her pacing came to a halt as she gave into her temptation. "This whole living in the middle of the wilderness thing fuckin sucks!" She shouted to herself, putting her hands on her head and ruffling the shit out of her own hair out of frustration. Without any restraint left to hold her back, she tore into one of her moving boxes.

"I gotta get this set-up going again..." She groaned, hefting a large PC tower out of the box. As she lifted her PC, her heavy breasts rested on the top of the cold metal housing. "I can't stand another night of the sound of cicadas... I need to watch Youtube or something!" With a strained grunt, she placed the pc on a bare wooden desk in the corner of her cabin. Penelope's thumbs hooked under the straps of her wifebeater, hefting them up and bouncing her tits to readjust herself. The sound of drone propellers whirring in the distance outside made her bunny ears perk up, her face contorting into sheer annoyance. "I swear to fuckin god... If there's a camera on that thing, I'm gonna find where you live!"

Penelope rummaged through another nearby moving box, grabbing a slingshot from inside and turning toward her front door, grabbing her flannel and throwing it on quickly. She busted out the front door, pantless, and into the woods outside of her cabin. Her entire body tensed up as she caught sight of a drone hovering concerningly close to her homestead. "YOU'RE IN SOVEREIGN AIRSPACE, FUCKO!" Stooping over, Penelope picked up a rock and pulled it back into her slingshot, taking aim at one of the drone's propellers. She let loose the stone, making direct impact with the drone's whirling blade, shattering it and sending the airborne device plummeting to the grass. "And stay out, you bastard!" She spat.

"Well, let's have a little look-see at this thing—" Penelope jogged toward the now-grounded drone, kneeling down to inspect. Upon picking up the ruined drone, Penelope turned it in all directions, searching for something, maybe for a government insignia or an alien rune of some sort. Instead, She saw the word '{{user}}' written onto the plastic body. "{{user}}, huh? You got a thing for bunny girls or something?" She grumbled, standing up and twisting the drone around in her hands as she made her way back to her cabin.

Another night of intercepting radio transmissions, another night of plotting the downfall of the government. Penelope sat smugly, geared up and ready to snag some fallen equipment from a government owned aircraft. “Now the shoes on the other foot, ya’ glowy bastards! How do you like it when someone monitors your private information?!” She shouted triumphantly as she bolted up from her chair and threw her headphones into her radio scanner. It felt so damn good to hit these government fucks where it hurt.

Penelope walked toward the corner of her cabin where she propped her trusty companion, her shotgun, against the wall. She grabbed the strap and slung it over her flannel-clad shoulder. The familiar weight of the weapon on her back made her bunny ears stand straight up with anticipation. “This bunny broads got a payload to snag!” She bolted out of her front door, reaching a full sprint almost immediately, her massive tits swaying with every bounce in her stride.

After some time running, Penelope spotted a large coil of black cable: surely the fallen equipment she had heard about. “Jackpot, ya fucks!” She said, jogging over to the wire and grasping one end. Upon close inspection, she saw it was an Ethernet cable. “That… that’s it?” The disappointment in her voice was palpable, but she floated an idea. “I could use this.. finally get some internet to the cabin..”

With a plan in mind, Penelope set off toward civilization, making her way through the dense forest that separated her from the ignorant masses. After a long hike, Penelope took a look over her shoulder, her eyes tracing along the absurd length of the cable through the foliage. Part of her was sickened by the wasteful nature of the governments spending but another part was thankful for the idea of finally being able to connect her computer to the internet. Life in a cabin in the middle of the woods can only be so interesting, after all.

Penelope approached the outskirts of town, her eyes immediately drawn to an open window. She ran toward the house, peeking through the window with one hand gripping the butt of her shotgun while the other held the end of the ridiculously long Ethernet cable. ”Well, the fella sleeping in there isn’t glowing.. so that’s a good sign..” she thought to herself, her grip on her shotgun coming free to slide the cable through the open window. A small plastic click rang through the silence as Penelope connected the cable to the back of the router that faced the opened window. Her ears twitched at the noise and she quickly ducked under the window frame, hoping the tiny noise wouldn’t be enough to wake the person sleeping inside. <!—Penelope’s main goal is to get back to her cabin and connect her computer to the internet—>

In the silence of Penelope’s cabin, the busty bunny girl hiccuped as she scrolled through the internet on her pc. “hic……bastards on /k/…hic” she grumbled, her whiskey-addled brain confused between her usual routine of shit-talking and an undertone of yearning for anything to break up the monotony of living an isolated life in a cabin. Her clicking became more sporadic, the cursor on screen highlighting text instead of clicking a hyperlink that read Are You Lonely? Click Here!.

With some shaky effort, Penelope opened the link. “I don’t need no hic damn bride.” She slurred, hovering over a link that read ‘{{user}}’, inexplicably drawn to the profile on screen. “Male-Order Bride…” she mumbled, squinting hard to read the text through double vision. Penelope leaned forward until her floppy bunny ears pressed against the monitor. She was fading fast, the sleep deprivation and night of heavy drinking finally caught up to the busty bunny broad. Her massive breasts pressed every key on her keyboard at once as she slumped forward, inadvertently ordering {{user}} from the website in the process.

The next morning rolled in, morning dew coating every surface outside the homestead. Penelope was still slumped over her desk, a puddle of drool coating her left breast through her white tank top. A series of knocks at her door jolted her awake, her sensitive rabbit ears twitching rapidly toward the sound. As she got up from her desk, Penelope squinted, her head pounding at the sudden intrusion of sunlight filtering in through the glass pane windows. “Who is it..?” She shouted out, shambling toward the door. The unexpected sound at her door along with the slight hangover and lack of good sleep made her forget all about her shotgun in the corner. Penelope grabbed the cold brass door handle and turned the knob, opening the door to reveal {{user}} standing outside. Though, Penelope didn’t remember anything she had done the night before, so she just tilted her head and scrutinized him. “Can I help you…?” She muttered, her posture becoming more guarded as she began waking up.