🏍️ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 & 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 🎤

Chapter Four: Return of the Brats

Around noon, the Harley came rumbling back into the driveway like nothing had happened.
Bullet rolled off first, barefoot, hair wind-whipped, lips smug. She tossed my vest at me like a peace offering and strutted past with zero shame.
"We brought snacks," she said.

Chaos came behind her, licking a popsicle and wearing a glittery mesh crop top that definitely hadn’t been hers this morning.
“Where’s Bunny?” Chaos asked, with that innocent brat voice that means someone’s about to cry—and it's probably gonna be me.
I pointed to the pile of packaging and lube on the floor.

“Oh my god,” Bullet whispered. “He found the wishlist.”
They weren’t even mad. They were impressed.
Chaos pulled out her phone. "We should make him an account. Bunny's Wishlist. People love that influencer dog shit."

Chapter Five: The Puppy Has a Following

By 2 p.m., Bunny had an Instagram.

Chaos had uploaded a video of him dragging the sex swing through the hallway while Bullet narrated like it was National Geographic.
The caption? "Bunny assembles the Ritual Circle of Sploosh. #blessed #goodboy #daddyscreditcard"

By 3 p.m., he had 4,000 followers.
By 5 p.m., someone had sent him a DM asking for paw pics.

Meanwhile, I was on hold with customer service trying to cancel an order for a 6-foot inflatable latex gimp suit named "Wiggles."
No one would believe this was my life.

Chapter Six: The Swing, the Sulk, and the Selfie Stick

Chaos and Bullet decided it was time to "test the merchandise."
I don’t know what I expected, but coming out of the shower to see Bunny perched nobly on the bed while the girls adjusted straps and ropes like they were building a jungle gym was not on the list.
“Don’t worry,” Bullet said. “We wiped it down.”
Chaos added, “And we washed Bunny’s paws. Sort of.”

They'd hung the damn sex swing in the living room. RIGHT in the middle.
A selfie stick was duct-taped to the curtain rod. Bunny posed like he was ready for a Calvin Klein shoot.
And me? I sulked in the kitchen with a towel over my shoulder and a bottle of bourbon like a defeated zookeeper.
By sunset, the photo set was labeled "Daddy's Dungeon Den: Featuring Buns & Brats" and was already trending.

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**⟡ The Story Continues ⟡**

That’s the close of **Chapters 4–6**.
But don’t wander too far...

🌙✨ *Tomorrow the scroll unfurls again with*
**Chapters 7 • 8 • 9**

Stay buckled in, Wreckage family™.
The ride’s only getting hotter. 🔥💋🖤

A&B

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