Bunnygirls

by Simon Archer

  “All of them?” I saw her move a full-grown limp bear a couple of miles like it was nothing. If the Wolves could have done more than that and had the same strength in their arms, I didn’t know if I could have competed.

  “That doesn’t matter!” She poked an arm through the flannel sleeve, placing it on my leg as physical reassurance. “You have your special musket! You’re like the Hunter of legend!”

  “What did he do?”

  “He’s the one who saved us before!” Hopper’s other arm poked out as she used her hands to help tell the tale. “The older slaves say that long ago, thousands of years before any of us, the Wolves first showed up in the Great Burrow. The Hunter, using powerful magic muskets, fought them off, driving them away to the farthest corners of the world. He followed after them to make sure they never returned again.”

  “But they did anyway,” I grunted. “Seems one Hunter, even a legendary one, can’t hold the line forever. Gotta give him credit for making sure they stay away for some millennia. Does the legend say if he brought his magic muskets with him? To his grave, maybe?”

  “Some of the legends say he had hiding spots.” She answered. “There’s no story about where he put those spots, though, my lord.”

  “Helpful.” I was trying to stay positive. Trying real hard, honest. But it was looking real scary, just one handyman against some super-wolves. If I could keep it one-to-one, I might have had a shot. Hopefully, it’d be from my gun, and hopefully, that’d put them in the ground.

  “Have I upset you, my lord?” Hopper pulled her feet out from the cocoon she made. “Do I not know enough about the Hunter legends or the Wolves to please you?”

  “No, you’re fine,” I said, patting my free hand on her leg, “I just gotta think about this like any other job. If I don’t have the tools I need, I make do with what I got. And what I got is some of my own ‘muskets,’ which I’m willing to bet are leagues ahead of what they were dealing with back then.”

  “So you’ll do it?” she got to kneeling in her seat, stretching out the seat belt as she shifted around. “You’ll fight the Wolves and retake the Estate? You’ll be the Hunter of legend for us?”

  “I don’t know about being a legend,” I said to her, “but I sure as hell set my sights on Timberpine before I even knew his name. He’s as good as dead already.”

  5

  “How does the truck contraption work?” Back at the catacombs, the new girl was filled with questions about the new world I told her about. What felt mundane to other humans and me was a marvelous bit of magic for her, putting a child-like bounce to her step. “If it’s some kind of carriage, where are the horses to pull it? Does it have its own automatic mobility? How do you supply the magical energies without any bunnies to generate it? How do the windows retract into the doors without shattering? Are they tempered with some kind of solidifying resin, or maybe the material--”

  “Hey, hey, one at a time, girl.” I put my hands on her shoulders to put her back on the ground. “A truck is a vehicle with a motor, no horses or magic. The motor turns the wheels by using pistons that are powered by explosions from fuel made of crushing ancient dead animals and plants for millions of years. We know how to make better windows.” That should have about covered the questions.

  “The windows are amazing!” Hopper exclaimed as her echo reverberated through the catacomb walls. “They can go up or down whenever you want with just a twist of this little arm on the side! And Lord Hank said that some of them just have a button!”

  With a twinkle in her big brown eyes, Tinker quietly gasped at all of the new information, and I could tell gears were turning in her mind, and her imagination was sparking. Her name was right there, in that imaginative part of her, but I couldn’t quite get the word for it. I wanted it to be better than the other ones so far, which haven’t gotten much better with the practice.

  “How did you get to our world, then?” She started another line of scientific inquiry. “Did the truck have an instrument that allowed you to somehow detect the anomaly that allowed Hopper to travel to your world, giving you the information you would need to calculate a way back?”

  “I was just getting to that, honey,” I assured her. “So, after the drive--” I stopped telling my story mid-sentence, my face probably making for a ripe tomato color. The new girl and Hopper looked at me curiously and for good reason.

  “What’s wrong?” Hopper asked me.

  “I’m…” The inquisitive young lady’s spark faded as the abused mentality resurfaced. “I shouldn’t have spoken out of--”

  “You’ve done nothing wrong!” I put a lid on that as soon as she started, laughing it off. This type of reaction was common with Rabbits, as I had come to learn. Dismantling the social stigmas attached to it was about making it absolutely clear that no offense was taken as soon as possible. “I was just, you know, hesitant to actually tell the next part.”

  “Why?” Hopper asked. “Do you mean when you and I had--?”

  “Yes, that part.” I interrupted her.

  “Why would that make you stop the story?” Hopper asked again sincerely. “This practice would have been ordinary among the Rabbit nobility of old.”

  “Do they not let you talk about the servants your lords sleep with back on your world?” The new girl put in her question, equally unashamed, apparently. “If I may, there’s valuable information to be gathered if I could figure out exactly what triggered the event initially. The more we know about it, the more we can manipulate the limitations we have to work with, develop new capabilities, and make new discoveries. Also… um… I’d like to know…” She gulped deep in her throat, her eyes looking up to me as she tilted her head down, unable to impose herself even now.

  Bunnies, I swear. How do you say no to that?

  “Alright, alright.” I acceded. “I guess, if you’re okay with it, there is a point to that part of the story. I’ll try to be discrete.” I returned to the story.

  After a long drive home, keeping Hopper from falling out the crank window she was so fascinated with and jamming to some tunes to pass the time, we finally made it back to my cabin. I parked the truck in my usual place and got out to start unpacking.

  “Here’s my personal estate, I guess,” I said, pulling some of my bags out of the truck bed, “It’s not much, but it’s where I set up shop between jobs. Don’t worry too much about cleaning or anything, it’s always a mess. Go where you like, but don’t wander off too far. I’ll call you when I’m done unloading, and we’ll get something figured out.”

  The Bunny followed me around, trying to pull one of my storage bags out of the bed. It was the one that had my tree stand and my tent in it, plus a few random tools I threw in there. All the strength in her arms wasn’t enough to keep a hold on the bag for her to lift. After a few humorous tries, some adorable fussing and grumbling, and a big breath, she lastly limbo’d herself through the handle loop, carrying the bag over her shoulder like a big satchel. From there, her legs took care of the rest as she skipped over to the house to drop the bag off.

  With her new system, unloading the whole truck was easy as pie. I had put the last of the bear meat in the freezer and was heading over to my locked trunks to inventory my weaponry. I needed to be locked and loaded if I was going to be taking on these Wolf noblemen creeps. I was met by my bunny-eared shadow as I turned around from the freezer.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I asked her, “Is something wrong?”

  “No, my lord,” she told me. “I’m following orders from my master.”

  “I don’t remember giving any orders,” I said back to her.

  “Yes, you did,” she accused me, “You did it just a while ago.”

  “And what was that, exactly?” Honestly, I was blanking a little.

  “You told me to go where I like.” She answered. “I like you.”

  “Well, that’s mighty kind of you to say,” I chuckled, putting a hand to the side of her neck and gently stroking her cheekbone with my thum
b. “Flattery will do you no good, honey. You can’t raise your position with me any higher. As you like me, I like you just as much. Except I’d use a mite stronger word than that.”

  “If you do ‘like’ me this way, would you allow me one request?” Her hand hooked onto my wrist as she fell into my palm.

  “Anything for you, dear Bunny.” I brought my other arm around her waist, lifting her up just enough to get her heels off the ground.

  “The older slaves had heard stories of our ancient ancestors, which I was always fascinated to learn.” The Bunny breathed into my chest as she drew circles on it with her finger, “Long before the Wolves were around, and there was Rabbit nobility in our lands, there was a certain tradition among them. It was considered an honor for a noble’s first slave to be untouched by anyone, even another noble, and he had the privilege and the right to bed the slave when she was of age as a rite of initiation for him. The Wolves don’t care for any Rabbit, so those of us who are not selected for breeding more slaves are left untouched.”

  “So, have you ever been picked?” I pushed her hair behind her human ear, enthralled by the sound of her voice alone.

  “My role as housekeeper was chosen when I was very young,” Her fingers spread out as her palm pressed up against me, rubbing my pectoral up and down, “so I never deviated from my place. I was shown to be infertile, and therefore useless to them in that way. However, each household was to keep their own slaves and breed them, so there were places in every property to facilitate this. I would often peek into these rooms out of curiosity, just to see what I would never experience for myself.”

  The sly girl unhooked one button on my overall as I had already done to three down the back of her maid’s outfit.

  “They way they touched each other,” With her finger and thumb, she undid the buttons of my shirt as her hand flowed down my chest, her other fingers gliding along with the sensation. My own fingers were already undoing the few buttons left on her back, moving them to her shoulders to unhook the last ones.

  “The way they moaned with every breath,” With the last buttons gone, her outfit fell to the ground, exposing her velvety blonde skin and letting her delicious breasts breathe to full size for the first time in what must have been ages. I had pulled her closer to me with one arm and was running my fingers through her hair with the other as she let out a moan of her own. I noticed a burn mark on her side, right under her ribs, in the shape of an almost perfect crescent moon, with a star between its points. My anger swelled, and I morphed it into passion, resolving to take any of the pain she may be feeling away that I could. In the next moment, I was back into smoothing my hand over her as she pressed deeper into my chest, more determined than ever to show her she was safe with me.

  “Every part of them coming together as one,” Her mouth pressed into my neck, a nipping bite forcing my hands to press into her back and her glutes as she moaned once more. My own clothes had also fallen to the ground by now, and I could feel every inch of her softly whipped tones and folding curves.

  “I found it fascinating, and yet I never wanted it, then.” Her hands began to explore the vast expanse of my back while mine took their time with her breasts, first feeling into their sides, pressing them together as I fully experienced their size. She pulled on my shoulder to lift herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist as we looked at each other face-to-face.

  “But, now that you’ve saved me, and I am yours to do with as you please, I’m asking you, my lord,” she whispered to me almost voicelessly, “would you do me the honor of allowing me to initiate you into true nobil--?”

  I didn’t have the patience to let her finish, my lips magnetized to hers as I pulled her into me as tightly as I felt I could. Her bosom pressed into me as she pulled herself closer with a hand around my neck, and our breathing became synchronized in intensity. I moved us both to my bed as I pulled her panties to the side with my thumb, opening the way for our union. She fell to the mattress, her hair and bunny ears spread out like a black flame with white streaks upon a canvas while I placed a hand down to hold myself above her and took my boxers clean off. Carefully, slowly, I guided my way to her, caressing the entrance to prepare her for me. I could never brag about size, only that others have found me rather stretching, and I wanted her to be comforted as well as pleasured.

  Apparently, she didn’t have much patience, either, as her legs pushed me in from behind with full force, her warmth pulling all of me into her at once as she screamed with ecstasy. She arched her back, digging her head and shoulders into the mattress as her hips ground into my own. A groan escaped my own mouth in that first push in, but I couldn’t hesitate as I pumped into her over and over again. Every beguiling part of her jiggled with every thrust, hypnotizing me with their rhythm and enticing me to strengthen my force. I looked into her eyes, a painful desperation upon them in anticipation of what was to come as waves of delectation flowed through both of us, bringing us closer. Like she had just described to me, every breath she took was filled with escaping moans, the animalistic pressure taking hold of her very core. The sweat of our bodies quickly arose, glossing her skin over like a fresh coat and mine in beads of endurance.

  Time slipped away as our flesh merged on a level beyond physical. We glided through several positions, her on top of me, below me, turned around so I could witness her flawless back and voluminous cheeks, holding onto every part of her as if I was clinging to life. Finally, after each shot of thrilling excitement rose through me, and orgasm after orgasm flowed from her, growing more intense every time, we were back where we started, with her resting on the bed and me looming over with one hand.

  My hand fell to the elbow, still plunging into her as my hand brushed through the flaming strands of black hair, and the other traversed her body up and down, surveying every curve and jiggling fold. As my fingers stroked her bunny ears, she let out a quiet cry, and I let my hand off in fear I had caused her pain. Wordlessly, she reassured my actions by placing the back of her wrist upon my arm to lower me down and begin again. With her other hand, she closed her fingers around my other wrist, guiding the explorations up her body, passing over her thighs, hips, breasts, and finally up to her neck, where she placed my grip around it.

  “My life is in your hands, my lord,” her delicate digits danced up my arm as my sensations danced along with them, “Do with it as you will.” Taking her cue, I slowly began to press my fingers against the sides of her neck. “You have power over me as no one has before.” The grip tightened ever so slightly, increasing in the subtlest manner I could muster. “I put my complete trust in you, master.”

  I kept my palm away from her throat, keeping her windpipe clear to breathe as she wanted. If it weren’t for keeping her safe and healthy alone, I was voracious for those moans of hers. I could feel her quivering and instinctively slowed my pace down while increasing my power in tense preparation for her culminating moment. Without twisting or folding anything, I enveloped both bunny ears near their base with my fingers, leisurely yet deliberately bringing my hand up and letting the soft fur flow. Her legs tightened around my waist as she tightened around me, her hands almost glued to my face and her eyes fixed on my gaze.

  The moment was here, and I sped my thrusts up like a machine piston, maximizing her pleasure as my own rose to cosmic heights. She let out a scream that shook through the house, and probably the whole damn woods, as her tightened grip on me peaked, then released all at once while I let my hand go from her neck. I’m a little embarrassed to say, but there was a definite hand-shaped red mark left behind.

  Her eyes were pouring out tears, but her smile calmed me as she giggled and kissed my face all over. Her lips met mine once more, and she held her body close against mine, not letting any part of me go just yet as I rose to my knees. I looked down at her as she latched onto me and kissed my neck again and again, savoring her first time as long as she could. Yet, even with all of this heat and passion, I felt a bit of a cold breeze on my shoulders
, which may have frustrated me just a tad. I just fixed the insulation in this place. But now wasn’t the time to worry about that.

  “You did it, my lord,” Hopper smirked with another kiss, “You’re amazing.”

  “Weren’t nothing special,” I chuckled, glad that she enjoyed herself so much, “I just want to see you happy is all.”

  “And that alone, plus your dedicated expertise,” she breathed heavily, pressing her breasts against my pecs while she still rode that climactic high, “would keep me happy forever. But also…” She tilted my chin upwards toward the ceiling.

  “It was my absolute pleas-- GOOD LORD.” Where the wood paneling of my ceiling was supposed to be, there was instead an oval-shaped disk, thinner than a fine hair, floating stuck above me. Its edges were lined with a purple light that danced like tiny thunderstorms around it. Upon this disk was a visage of a forest, upside-down from my perspective, with trees stretching down as tall as the sky below. A cold breeze kicked up from it, bringing with it a couple of fallen leaves from the forest floor above through, one of them landing on my head. I picked the maple-like leaf off, inspecting it properly. A normal fallen maple leaf may have been yellow, red, orange, brown, or any fall color. This one was black as midnight tar, with blue veins of stem shooting through it. I’d been in plenty of forests, but not one with trees and leaves like this.

  But I reckoned Hopper had.

  “Oh, good gravy,” I searched around my house frantically while Hopper stayed latched on, “I gotta get my guns packed and ready before this thing closes. We can just throw most of it through, get a few clothes on now, put the rest on when we--”

  Hopper raised her hand up, closing her fingers into a fist. Upon her command, the disk portal closed, as if it were never there. I turned my attention to Hopper with a raised eyebrow.

  “Am I to live under the assumption that you can bring that back up again?”