Brenda B, Bunny
It was very early morning in the meadow. The sun was already merrily shining although the produce was still damp with dew. It appeared that this would probably be one of those remarkable summer days, Brenda happily sang as she worked because she felt like something magical was just waiting to happen.
Brenda was getting her weeding out of the way early. She liked the feel of the sun on her bare skin, so looking around to be sure she was alone she doffed her pinafore and blouse. That left her wearing only small white anklets and black patent leather Merry Jane’s.
She giggled softly as she busily pulled up carrots and beets, for dinner. She laughed aloud as she picked green beans and lettuce leaves. Carefully she started looking for ripe tomatoes. She loved ripe, rich, juicy tomatoes still warm from the sun. Brenda’s stomach growled at the thought. The rest of the laughter was because the leaves of the plants tickled her. She supposed if she were a real bunny that her fur would protect her. She sighed, but then the sun would be too warm and she would always have to wear the same color.
Suddenly she heard the rustling of leaves she started and tried to cover herself. The thought of her brothers or her mother catching her naked made her very shy. She heard a whistle and looking back saw him. It was Jack Rabbit and he was smiling at her and motioning her to come to where he was standing. He was shirtless in a pair of tight bright red Speedo’s. Oh my! He did look delicious. She could feel her heart racing but she shook her head no. This was not only a Wild Rabbit it was Jack the worst of the bunch. Every little girl Bunny knew that he was a dangerous Rabbit.
He motioned her to come closer again. While she kept saying no, her feet kept walking in his direction just so she could hear what he was whispering a little better she told herself.
“I know where there is corn ready to be eaten,” he said softly “and ripe tomatoes too.” He bit into one and she watched the juice dribble down his chin and onto his well-muscled chest. “Oh, My,” she thought Jack sure was a well-muscled rabbit. Her eyes against her better judgement traveled down his naked chest to those tight shorts and she gasped. He was again as big as five minutes ago, in fact she peeked again to be sure, part of Jack Rabbit was hanging below his shorts.
Suddenly she realized she was naked. What would her mother think of her? She hurriedly attempted to put on the clothes she had been holding all this time.
“To late you know Brenda. I already saw it all. Besides your titties are already hard and pointy they’ll show through that shirt. Where we are going is wet better save the clothes for later.” He reached and pulled his finger up her leg to her private bunny parts and brought it out wet. “See here,” he said as he licked himself dry. “Come with me and I will show you some of my rabbit magic.” She blushed but took her clothes off again except for her panties. She loved her new panties. They were white cotton with gambling lambs in pink all over them.
“Rabbit magic?” Brenda loved magicians. “What can you do?” she asked. He came closer and pushing his finger under her panties, he moved it gently around her aroused female pearl until moaning she dropped to the damp ground.
“Oh Jack that was really nice. What else can you do?”
He held out his hand and leaving her partially filled basket in the path, she followed him into the trees. They kept walking until they came to a secluded glen with a babbling brook which seemed to whisper sit, stay, play. He reached into the hollow of a large old tree and spread a soft blue blanket under the sky. He flopped down and invited her to join him.
She did. “What about the rabbit magic, Jack?” He smiled and taking her small white hand placed it on his rebounding cock. “This is little jack he spits magical crème if the bunny holding him treats him right. It can also fill a little bunny clean up and give her great pleasure. It can even turn her into a lady Bunny or even sometimes into a full-fledged rabbit. You would like to be a full grown lady Bunny wouldn’t you?”
Brenda thought and thought about that and said “No.” Lady Bunnies don’t appear to have much fun. I think that full fledged wild rabbits enjoy themselves more.”
