Happy Bunny Love
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,861
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Happy Bunny Love
Once upon a time, a long, loooong time ago, there was a grey bunny.
His name was Morcus.
He was a randy fellow. Oh yes, always looking out for his next piece of tail, he was. Then, one balmy summers eve, as he basked in the afterglow of a particularily satisfying orgasm, he spied a fetching lady rabbit bounding over a nearby hillock. He decided he wanted to have hot steamy rabbit sex with her. However, when he tried to get up, he found that he was still tired and sweaty and sticky and attached to a lady rabbit (who, it must be said, had already fallen asleep).
So he rolled off of her and lay panting on the dewy grass for a few minutes. Then he slept for an hour or so. When he woke up, he had some clover (his lady friend having already moved on by now) and went down to the stream to wash up and slake his thirst.
And who should he spy there but the lovely lady bunny! She was a deep russet colour, with white paws and tail, of a size and proportion that more or less exactly appealed to his throbbing biological imperative.
However, she was on the opposite side of the bank from him, and the water here was far too fast to cross safely. What could he do?
Just as he was giving up on the prospect of rambunctious rabbit rutting with the ravishing russet rodent, she chanced to glance up at him and catch his dewy and desirous eye.
The bottom of Morcus' stomach dropped out and the top of his head seemed to have been misplaced. Strange feelings were racing through him. It was fear and it was pleasure, it was hunger and contentment, it was the longing and the fulfillment. Morcus didn't know what had happened, didn't care, couldn't think or move, didn't know who he was or where. All he knew was that now, and forever after this, everytime he slept and dreamt of happiness, everytime he imagined joy, or pleasure, or thought of warm summers and safe winters, or fresh grass and cool water, or the sound of wind through treetops or the sweet feel of sunlight on his fur, he would remember this moment, remember her, and long to feel again, just one more time, as perfectly alive and happy as he did now.
End of Chapter One.
His name was Morcus.
He was a randy fellow. Oh yes, always looking out for his next piece of tail, he was. Then, one balmy summers eve, as he basked in the afterglow of a particularily satisfying orgasm, he spied a fetching lady rabbit bounding over a nearby hillock. He decided he wanted to have hot steamy rabbit sex with her. However, when he tried to get up, he found that he was still tired and sweaty and sticky and attached to a lady rabbit (who, it must be said, had already fallen asleep).
So he rolled off of her and lay panting on the dewy grass for a few minutes. Then he slept for an hour or so. When he woke up, he had some clover (his lady friend having already moved on by now) and went down to the stream to wash up and slake his thirst.
And who should he spy there but the lovely lady bunny! She was a deep russet colour, with white paws and tail, of a size and proportion that more or less exactly appealed to his throbbing biological imperative.
However, she was on the opposite side of the bank from him, and the water here was far too fast to cross safely. What could he do?
Just as he was giving up on the prospect of rambunctious rabbit rutting with the ravishing russet rodent, she chanced to glance up at him and catch his dewy and desirous eye.
The bottom of Morcus' stomach dropped out and the top of his head seemed to have been misplaced. Strange feelings were racing through him. It was fear and it was pleasure, it was hunger and contentment, it was the longing and the fulfillment. Morcus didn't know what had happened, didn't care, couldn't think or move, didn't know who he was or where. All he knew was that now, and forever after this, everytime he slept and dreamt of happiness, everytime he imagined joy, or pleasure, or thought of warm summers and safe winters, or fresh grass and cool water, or the sound of wind through treetops or the sweet feel of sunlight on his fur, he would remember this moment, remember her, and long to feel again, just one more time, as perfectly alive and happy as he did now.
End of Chapter One.