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Saturday, December 31, 2016

X Plus Bun - Retrofire, Pt. 5

I wondered, "If this dock is empty, where is the craft that belongs here?"
"Major, do you see that opening, straight ahead? Could that be an airlock? But why is it open?" asked Hopper.
"What makes you think that this is an airlock?" interjected Mel.
"Try to get a little closer to it. But make sure we can back out of here, Hopper. I don't want to have to get out; just push us out," I said with a giggle.
Airlock Hopper
As we inched closer, we noticed several other openings that were sealed. They were all arranged in a single straight line, and only the last one was opened. I couldn't even tell you what let me assume this thing would not only be a hand airlock but that it would be recognizable to us as such. When we got close enough to the opening to peer through it, Hopper rotated us in such a way that the nose of our tug was pointing into the "airlock," and our flood light shone directly into it. That was like no airlock that we'd ever seen before. It was irregularly shaped; its rim was thick and looked swollen. The whole thing looked more like an orifice of some kind than an airlock. Of course, it might have lead to the bowels of the Behemoth, but how could we know for sure?
"Hopper, take us out of here. Let's get a look at the rear of this beast. We can come back here later." I requested. Very slowly, we started moving away from the opening. Hopper turned us around and we made a beeline toward the "back" of the Behemoth. When we cleared the read edge of it, we swung around again and came face to face with the ship's behind.
"I just want to see how this thing gets propelled," I said. Mel turned around and smiled at me. "Thinking about hot-wiring it, are we, Major?" I smiled back.
Before us, lay the most peculiar sight. The back end had a very thick and wide rim around a deep, hollow space, going deep into the craft. It looked like the insides of a bell.
"Major, if this is anything like a combustion chamber, it is the biggest one I've ever seen!" exclaimed Hopper. Indeed, we had the sun behind our backs this time, and the deep chamber was well illuminated.
"We have got to get in there." said Mel.
"Hopper, what do you think?" I asked.
"Agreed, Major. If they light it up, though..." Hopper's voice trailed off quietly.
"It will be quick." followed up Mel immediately.
"OK, let's have a look before the sun sets again. There's no way we can ever illuminate any of this with our lights." I said. Hopper immediately moved us forward. We headed for the wall of the chamber. I wanted to see its surface up close. It was smooth with no discernible texture. If anything ever combusted here, I couldn't tell that from its clean appearance. In zero-gravity conditions, when you throw something one way, you move in the opposite direction, so if this chamber is a part of the propulsion system, then the laws of physics as we know still apply to whoever build this spacecraft; we have that much in common.
Flight Deck Combustion Chamber
We came to face another curiosity. From a distance, the chamber looked covered by dots arranged in a spiral pattern like the seeds of a sunflower, though not as dense. One of those dots turned out to be anything but a dot. It was an opening with its round edge smoothly blending into the chamber. Hopper instinctively picked up the heading that led us along a line of those openings toward the peak of the chamber.
"Maybe those are some kind of veins?" wondered Mel. If we only had a probe to send down one of those veins. Maybe one of us could venture out and follow one? I perished the thought. At the very tip of the "bell" was another vein outlet, no bigger or smaller.
It was getting dark all of a sudden. We had lost track of time, and the sunset was upon us. The shadow cast by the chamber swallowed us quickly.
"Dare we sit here for an hour and a half?" asked Mel.
"Hopper, can you back us out of here, or do you need light?" I asked. He should be able to back out, but he had the controls, and there was no sense in rushing him. A thought crossed my mind. What if our ship comes into contact with the Behemoth and we get cold-welded to it? What an awful, sticky way to go that would be. Hopper estimated a course correction and pointed our duff toward the middle of the chamber's outlet. We could see the starry night behind us, and we aimed for the middle of it.
Mr. Toes
We were out of the chamber momentarily, and we could make out the dark shape of the Behemoth against the stars. We found our way toward the empty dock where a craft or a pod was missing. I wanted to have a second look at it. We've gone another sunrise and sunset cycle looking at the empty berth.
We had a big meal, as we nomed and debated the chance to explore that empty airlock. Whatever we decide to do, we will do it together; no bun will stay behind. We kept scratching our heads over some way to construct a probe to send into the "airlock." We just didn't see how we could cannibalize anything from our vessel. It would only be able to transmit a signal in a clear line-of-sight. We suspected there would be no clear lines to transmit along or to follow inside the Behemoth. Our theoretical "day" was drawing to a close. Some decent napping would do us a great deal of good before we invite ourselves into the Behemoth.

Friday, December 30, 2016


You should be at the market, stacking up on my party treats!

- Thank you, Elizabeth!

Thursday, December 29, 2016


Hoomin, I can't even, and I can't odd. I think only a carrotini can cure my perplexia.

- Thank you, Monica!

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


Hey! No skimping on the nutriberries now! I saw you stuffing raspberries in there!

- Thank you, Kristen!

Tuesday, December 27, 2016


Hoomin, you wish you could look this good!

- Thank you,  Gabrielle!

Monday, December 26, 2016

Mikey, Jake and Cinamon - Hoppy X-Mas Day 2

Yep, I caught me the Big Guy!

Hey, I thought I'm getting today off?

Really, there are two days of Christmas? 
That's across the pond, isn't it? I should have known.

- Thank you Gabrielle and Melissa!

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Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas and Hoppy Holidays, Everybun!

Milk? You left out milk for me? What am I supposed to do with milk? Now I need a double Christmasini!

- Thank you, Mr. Beans and Friends, Jake and Cinamon!

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Saturday, December 24, 2016

Merry Christmas Eve from Jake

Well, hoomin? Make up your mind; when is it and where is He? And he's a carrotinin man, I tell you!

- Thank you, Melissa!

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Today's episode of Bun Fiction, "Retrofire, Pt. 4", will post later on today. Yep, we fell behind on artwork this time :-)

X Plus Bun - Retrofire, Pt. 4

My nose was itching; somebun was tickling my whiskers. Abby was doing binkies, and she wanted to play chase around the hay bin. I was trying to tell her I'll be up in a minute but she kept on tickling my nose. I opened my eyes. It was Mel. Now I really wanted to go back to snoozing, but he was all smiles for a change. "Where's Hooper, what time is it?" I asked. "Oh, he's in the back, working on docking with that thing and how are you, Major? You outslept us both and I slept like I never do!" said Mel.
"... and how are you doing?" I asked Mel.
"OK, I'm still looking at all the green areas on the planet below. During the day, of course. The place is pitch black at night. If anybun lives on this planet, they must have no use for artificial light or things like fire. But we do see vegetation. Peculiar kind too." reported Mel.
I looked up at him and said, "You still didn't tell me what time it is." Our clocks reset to zero when we entered our current "predicament."
"Major, you're not gonna like it," said Mel. "I don't have the exact time for you, but I have a hunch as to 'when' we are. The 'where' part will become evident, Major."
"Mel, you're killing me. I could use some good news here!" I lamented.
"It's carboniferous o'clock, Mr. Toes."
"Say again?" I snapped.
"We are home, Major, around three hundred million years ago. I think that's why our autopilot couldn't figure out our exact location. The position of the celestial elements out there made no sense to it. It never had a reason to care about what was in the sky during the carboniferous period."
I kept staring at Mel. I knew that most likely he was spot on, but some part of me thought that that as long as I did not acknowledge him, this would not be our reality.
Mr. Toes and the 'Space Loo'
"Very well, carry on then," I said, sounding resigned and trying to get out of my seat. Was it too late to try to go back to sleep and pretend none of this was happening? I grabbed my half empty sippy bag of chamomile that turned itself "upside down" over the console. Thank goodness for microgravity. I pushed off, my beverage in paw, and floated toward the back. I reheated the chamomile and took a sip; the warmth in my gut felt soothing. My morning cleanup routine went well. The indignities of using a litter box in orbit have not changed much over the eons, so I honored and endured the ancient, indignant ritual.
Still trying to wake up fully, I grabbed some fresh hay sticks and went to check on Hopper. He was going over his calculations for the burns so as to get up close to the Behemoth.
All three of us spent the rest of the day weighing our options for the foreseeable future. I was concerned about our ability to weigh said options reliably with the gravity absent. Such weighing can be tricky, you know. Of course, we tried to determine the mass of our alternatives or their potential energy the best we could, but that's a whole different story.
Mr. Toes
Somehow, both Hopper and Mel had assumed we were going to explore the strange ship. It never occurred to them that we might not. First, we had to agree on a spot where we would have to land eventually. We saw a few places that were ice-free, looked livable, and were close to water.
Of course, Hopper said that we would never have to land, because that thing we wanted to explore was not even a ship. It's a hydroponic dandelion farm with artificial gravity and all staffed by a bunch of bunneh damsels in distress, clad in silver and awaiting rescue. They would all be ours! Mel laughed. I looked at Hopper quizzically because he kept a straight mouf through his prophesying. It was the merciless and disapproving mouf you only get from a Rex. He looked back at me and asked, "What? Why are you gaping at me like that?" Did he go mad last night? Hopper kept staring at me and blinking from time to time. "Hopper..." I started, and he broke into a giggle. "I got you good, Major, I had you going! Heh, I know it's not a dandelion farm. They grow nutriberries there!" and his mouf went dead serious again, his left eyebrow raised, and he squinted his right eye.
I looked at Mel; he was glued to his scope and only shook his head. "Just kidding, Major. We can start the rendezvous whenever you want," said Hopper with a grin.
We put off the maneuver until the next morning. I wanted us to be rested.
We decided to suit up just as if we were going on an EBA. Hopper programmed the orbital maneuvering system, and we let the autopilot take over. The jolts and bangs of the firing thrusters broke the peaceful monotony on deck. It was unnerving for me because I wasn't completely sure how this system survived whatever it was that happened to us.
As we approached the Behemoth, its true form came to light. It looked similar to a pine cone or a fat, boring turret seashell. It's surface appeared to have a honeycomb texture. As we got closer to it, the texture looked as if it were made up of individual hexagonal panels arranged like scales or leaves. Our docking sensors sounded the alarm. The ship expected responses from the docking target, but of course, there would be no responses. Hopper took manual control of the ship.
We turned a little to our left and proceeded diagonally on a curving path along the surface of the Behemoth, from its pointy end toward the thick one. More details were coming into view. The little hexagonal panels that created the appearance of texture were independent of each other. They did not lay flat but were raised and tilted at an angle. As we moved farther towards the wide end of the craft, we could see behind the hexagonal "leaves." Each one appeared to be supported by a thin stem. The stems were made up of even smaller vines, braided together. It is hard to judge exactly how many made one up. Our exterior lights were too weak to illuminate the stems well. To see what they were made of, we would have to get much, much closer to them. Before delving into the finer details of this craft, we wanted to fly around this thing as fast as we could, to gander a better overall picture of what have found. When we were almost three-quarters of the way to the wide end of the Behemoth, we crossed over to the shady side of the ship, away from direct sunlight. Very soon, we would have another sunset on our paws, so Hopper slowed us down considerably. We didn't want to risk crashing into something. Now our lights proved more useful as the thick darkness claimed everything around us. Hopper slowed down even more, almost coming to a complete stop. He didn't trust our radar, and I didn't blame him.
Mr. Toes Behemoth and Mr. Toes' tug
We were slowly inching along, staring at the darkness as our eyes tried to adapt to the reduced visibility. We noticed faint reflections of our lights on the edges the panels. That's when we realized something unexpected. The panels were changing their orientation. They were turning toward us! As we moved, the panels followed our lights, turning toward them. Mel put up on our monitors the streams from our infrared cameras. The imagery was faint. We watched as the panels or "leaves" outside the range of our lights kept adjusting their orientation, as well. The ones facing the sun just a few minutes ago were turning toward something else. We couldn't figure out what, though. Hopper brought us to a complete stop. We were spellbound. When the sunlight became brighter, the "leaves" started turning toward it.
When the sunrise approached, we had begun moving again and were nearing the thick end of the "pine cone." Close to the crest of the structure, we noticed a long, cylindrical shape protruding from the ship, like a pod. It was lined up toward the pointy end of the Behemoth. Its surface was smooth; there were no scales or "leaves" sticking out from it. This again looked like a shell. Its rear end, almost lining up with the rear of the Behemoth, was flat. It got somewhat thicker in the middle and appeared to taper toward a rounded front.
Mr. Toes
Hopper turned our ship to fly along the rear edge of the Behemoth, and we spotted several more of those protrusions, spaced out evenly. Then, about half way around the circumference of the rear edge, we noticed an indentation where we expected to see the next pod. We immediately turned towards it. Goosebumps crawled all over me. We were staring at a dock. Those protrusions were pods docked with the mothership. I was starting to wonder what kind of mother she was?
Hopper moved us closer to the dock. I had no doubt that this was a berth for a small vessel. Our radiation detectors went off. We were picking up strange pulses of radiation coming from somewhere nearby. The edges of the berth lit up. What looked like a string of centerline beacons also lit up at the bottom of the dock, running its entire length. We were picking up pings of microwave bursts as well. The place lit up like a Christmas tree, glowing with the full spectrum of light.
"Do you think 'it' knows we're here?" asked Mel nobun in particular and nobun answered.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Merry Christmass from Bubbles, Ken and Kaci and the Dessert Warren

Believe me, hoomin; these are so full of fiber! I had to eat a lot of hay to fill them up, so be glad!

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci! 

Thursday, December 22, 2016


What do you mean "not tonight?". When is the dude stopping by for drinkies and carbs? Did you mess up the calendar again?

- Thank you, Melissa!

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Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Dougie and Penny

She's making our platter again. I told her to get it right this time so it's gonna be a while.

- Thank you, Audrey!

Tuesday, December 20, 2016


Hoomin, you're out and you have no shovel. What's the idea?

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: Ken reports that "Matisse has been making progress towards our goal of him being a cuddle bunny.  We don’t think it is a personal goal of his, though.
Rescued by Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue and in his forever home for 2 years, Matisse is 11 pounds of disapproval. With a light sprinkling of grumpy dust."

Monday, December 19, 2016


Hoomin, are you working on my treat list? I don't see that nutriberry pie. You're not falling behind, are you?

- Thank you, Renee!

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Saturday, December 17, 2016

X-Plus Bun: Retrofire, Pt. 3

Author's Note: Today we go back to Mr. Toes and his two young bunstronauts. They are finishing their first day of being stuck somewhere in time and space. They still don't know what caused their current predicament or its full implications.
When the initial shock wore off, we went back to the flight deck and tried to figure out why the Behemoth had not shown up on the radar. We had to cycle the radar. The Behemoth showed up, and we got a bearing on it and its size and distance. We decided to do nothing except watch its orbit.
Mr. Toes
The Behemoth was close enough to us that we could chance a docking maneuver with it. Since we had been a bunch of sitting ducks for a while, and no bun from the Behemoth showed up to steal our gold, carrots, or stuff, we concluded that the Behemoth posed no imminent danger.
Our options were limited. If we found a patch of something green on the planet we were circling, we could land there, but the show would be over for us. Our tag wasn't designed for launches off the surface of a planet. It could land on one in an emergency, but that was about it. It was great at long, slow burns, not explosive acceleration to escape velocities. I figured we had a window of time that was, perhaps, two months long to stay in orbit before we would turn into helpless vegetables. We have no artificial gravity here or any other "traditional" devices so common in old stories. Our vehicle is very old-timey and grimy, so if we ever want to set paw on the ground, any ground, our time is running out. You see, there would be no one to take care of us should we land after six months of exposure to microgravity. We would have the strength and robustness of boiled eggplants.
Hopper & Mel snoozing
When exhaustion finally got to us, I dispensed some 3-D printed, crunchy biscuits, and we washed them down with water. We agreed to ration the fresh hay and save as much of it as we could for later. I considered digging into our medical supplies for sleeping tablets, but they weren't necessary in the end; we were so tired that drifting off to sleep should be easy. The biscuits did their job. Hopper started joking that we might have to learn how to catch comets and melt them for water. On the other paw, Mel wasn't amused at all. He got very quiet, tried to keep busy, and avoided any eye contact with Hopper and me. I suggested that Mel take a sleeping aid, and he acquiesced. We had to hang together. None of us could afford to lose anyone. If Mel needs to get twice the sleep Hopper and I get, so be it.
We improvised sleeping quarters in a half empty supply bay. We had some extra thermal insulation blankets, and we fashioned sleeping bags out of them. Mel crawled into one as fast as he could and hid out of sight. Hopper took his time getting comfortable and seemed to enjoy it very much. Once Hopper nestled himself in, he slowly closed his eyes, licked his lips with a smack and said with a smile, "You let me know, Major, if you need me to take over the watch!"
"I will don't worry!" I said as I drifted toward the flight deck before he could ask me for a tuck.
Mr. Toes Mr. Toes and sippy bag
I knew I couldn't sleep right now, so I grabbed a sippy bag of chamomile and warmed it up. I strapped myself into the commander's seat, closed my eyes, and got very still for a moment. I wanted to forget about this whole thing, if only for just a second. It hit me that I may never again see Abby, or Pancake, or Molly. I was afraid to contemplate what must have been going through the minds of my two guys underneath their brave facades.
I couldn't tell how long I had stayed still or if I had fallen asleep. The chamomile got cold, but I sipped it anyway. I managed to pull up a video feed from one of our docking cameras that had the Behemoth in view. The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to explore it.
This thing was there, and that was a good enough excuse for me to engage with it a little more closely while we had the time. We would have to leave orbit soon, so this might be our only chance to have an adventure like this.
I closed my eyes again, only for a moment, I thought. I had never thought of the noises the ship makes as soothing, but now, that's exactly how they felt. The sounds of the ventilators and compressors, the murmur of autonomous systems chirping through their self-checks, sung to me that it is OK, at least for now. My snoring joined their symphony.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Penny and Polly

Yes, hoomin, treats for two! And make it snappeh and crispeh, Polly really likes crispeh!

- Thank you, Audrey!

PS: To learn more about Polly, visit Mister's blog and her FB page.

Thursday, December 15, 2016


Really, did you say you can smell Friday from here? I thought that's my discontent!

- Thank you, Monica!

Wednesday, December 14, 2016


Dude, you look way too comfortable!

- Thank you, Melissa!

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Tuesday, December 13, 2016


Sorry, hoomin, the other one is my husbun's.

- Thank you, Audrey!

Monday, December 12, 2016


What ‘cha got?

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

PS: Ken says, "(Killarney) is recently bonded with our bunny Clover, so he is off the market you girl buns."

Sunday, December 11, 2016

God's Speed, John Glenn, from all the bunstronauts.

We'll miss the last surviving Mercury 7 astronaut. To us, John personalized the glimmers of the best hoomanity has to offer. 

Since the beginning of this year at bunfiction central,  we steeped ourselves in the history of the US space program and the exploits of hoomins in the Mercury, Gemini, Apollo and shuttle programs. We need to mention the Gagarins, Titovs, and Korolevs that kicked the space race into high gear. 

Suddenly, the loss of a stranger hits home as hard as any loss of the closest of family loved ones.
 - Ijon

PS: Thank you, Molly and Renee!
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Saturday, December 10, 2016

The Disapprovers - Episode 2

Author's Note: (narrated by Joey) Greetings, Everybun!
Today we have for you a progress report on "The Disapprovers." We are working hard on rewriting the early posts in the series. In this episode, Mr. Toes talks about the new routine in his life - living with his adopted hoomins and making new friends. He meets Cleo, Suzy, and Bruno.
To illustrate the episode, we found some old images of our characters and run them through a program called Prisma.
Next week we will return to the "X Plus Bun" saga and will see how Mr. Toes and his your crew are handling their challenge of being displaced on the time-space continuum.
- Joey
The door the carrier opened, and I hopped out. I was immediately picked up and put in my quarters. I knew this would happen and at least it was over. I've been with the new hoomins for few days, and they took me to the V.E.T. But that's OK; it puts their minds at ease; they're terrible when they worry. Now I will stretch on my pad, drink snack and get spoiled with snorgles and nose bonks. Later on, I will hand out with Cleo and Suzy, two very lovely buns ladies. I think Cleo takes a real shine to me; she likes to hang out a lot. She's funny, too. Just the other day she asked if I know where the get some industrial strength wire cutters. I played dumb. My gut didn't like where that conversation tried to go. I quickly moved the conversation to pros and cons of homemade versus commercial treats.
Cleo & Mr. Toes
It turns out any conversation can be treacherous. I'm a big proponent of homemade treats. You see, you can use all sorts of fresh ingredients in them, and you always know what you are getting. Then we talked about raw versus baked treat, and clearly, there was no winner in that debate. We talked about wild strawberries, you know, the kind you can find in the woods, versus ones grown hydroponically. I told her the taste changes significantly, once you start altering the berries and breeding them for "durability" and longer shelf life. You simply lose the taste. On top of that, in the greenhouse, you don't have the smell of woods around you. The farm will never feel as fresh and relaxing as the woods and everything that makes it up. The damp underbrush and leaves on the ground, the mushrooms in the fall, the tree bark, the pine needles, the ferns two times your length. "Yes, but there are no wolves or foxes or bears on the farm or in the greenhouse, are there?" asked Cleo. Well, she had a point. The smell of a wolf can take the joy of fresh berries right out of you.
She looked at me funny, though. I had the feeling it was one of those "You're not from around here, are you?" looks.
Suzy never said much She mostly watched our banter shook her head from time to time. Suzy had splayed front paws, but that never seemed to stop her. I had the impression there was much more to her than met my eyes. She had a better poker mouf than I did.
Whenever our conversations strayed into overly adventurous territories, I tried to shift our attention to the fresh hay and alfalfa waiting for us. Well, we got alfalfa as a treat and only from time to time, but we nomed it with gusto, always, and it was a safe subject.
Then, one day Cleo asked me if I knew that our hoomins had a garden? I had no idea. Yes, it turns out, they do and in spring they plant a bunch of veggies for us, and the feasts are incredible. They also have trees growing in the back yard. She asked me if I ever had a nap under a tree in the summer.
I will never know what gave me away, but she only nodded her head and said, "That's a shame you've never done that, I hear it's quite lovely." My gut told me, "She almost has your number and is getting closer to the root of it." I pushed the thought aside.
I also made friends with Bruno. A pleasant, burly gent of a cat. He keeps bragging about how often he sneaks out of the house, and the hoomins are yet to wise up to his exploits. He said if you play them right, they'll never know what you're up to.
I was starting to see where Cleo got her curiosity. She and Suzy were rescues; they were indoor bunnehs all their lives, and for better or for worse, were spending their day in the care of our hoomins. I would say it's for the better. Then, this Bruno cat comes around keeps bragging about the outside. To be honest, he sounds like he's making up half the stuff, but they don't know it. Once their ideas germinate, good luck trying to get rid of them.

Friday, December 9, 2016


 Really, it's always raspberrini o'clock somewhere? And an open nanner bar?

- Thank you, Fleetie!

Thursday, December 8, 2016


 He really thinks I forgot about the nanners he promised!

- Thank you, Renee!

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Wednesday, December 7, 2016


My raisins have so much more fiber, so much more! Can I put you down for one scoop or two?

- Thank you, Renee!

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Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Beautiful Rita (L) and Audrey

Hoomin, the salaaaad is great! Where are the nanners? I thought you're growing a tree in your flat?!?

- Thank you, Fleetie!

Sunday, December 4, 2016


No, it's absolutely not too early for a carrotini!

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!