Down the Bunny Trail

This story was just a bit of fun after a scene with Mister K that involved ears and a tail. For more about that, see Don’t Carrot All!

Each day I’d been coming out to the garden, and every morning, more carrots were missing. Only the large ones. The small ones were always left behind like they were not quite good enough. Where they were going was a mystery. Today I was setting a trap. I’d catch whoever was taking my carrots. Whatever it took.

Thinking about why only carrots were missing, when there were other vegetables available, had me perplexed. I grew rutabagas and parsnips. Cabbages and broccoli. Brussel sprouts and tomatoes (though tomatoes are technically a fruit). But so far only the carrots were missing, and unfortunately the ones that grew longest and thickest, and were easiest to sell.

It started as one or two and then every couple of days, one or two more would be missing. At first, I thought it was mice or voles, but the carrots are not chewed and then discarded, just gone. Next, I thought maybe it was deer or other wild game, so I built a fence of willow switches. But it was no use, the carrots kept vanishing. For a week I checked daily, to find the fence still intact, the other vegetables untouched, and yet I was no further in figuring out who the thief was.

But that changed yesterday morning. It had rained the night before, leaving the ground soggy and wet. The bare earth churned into mud as sheet after sheet of torrential rain poured from the heavens. When I went out, a perfect footprint was left behind, right in front of the carrot patch.

After setting the box trap (which took a rather large box), and tying on a little bell so I’d hear when the thief was caught, I continued with the daily chores. Milking the goats and claiming the chicken’s daily lay, filling the pig’s trough and letting the horses out to pasture. Unloading the haul on the kitchen table, I lit the fire and started preparing breakfast when I heard a tiny jingle. Stopping my movements, I held my breath and listened. There it was again. The bell!

Rushing from the house, I raced to the garden, to find the gate wide open. I ran it’s length to see beyond the clearing to a thicket of trees that borders my land. Whoever it was, must have gone there. Decided that they would be back, I returned to the house and continued with breakfast.

Sitting a the kitchen table, I look out the window at the garden, my fingers tapping away on the top. Tap-tap-tap-tap, and again tap-tap-tap-tap. This is what I know. They only want carrots, they come at all times of the day. They are decidedly human, and they are barefoot. Well, that’s not much to go on. Deciding that acting is better than sitting and thinking, I make my way back to the garden to plant more carrots.

After patting down the soil of the newly planted carrot patch, resetting the obviously useless but only available trap, I stand and wipe sweat from my brow. The sun is high in the sky. The midday heat covering me like an unneeded blanket. Removing my shirt, I make my way to the water barrel to get a much-needed drink. The water is clear and crisp, pumped this morning from the underground well. Shading my eyes, I look toward the stand of trees while thinking about where the bell could have gone to.

There’s little movement anywhere at this time of day. The air is so warm that even the insects try to catch some sleep before the feasting hours of the evening. Taking another long gulp, I replace the glass to its position on the barrel, just as something catches my eye at the head of the woods. Not watching what I’m doing the glass falls to the brick pad, shattering as it lands.

Looking at the mess but thinking I can clean it up later, I walk slowly towards the wood, keeping my eyes aware and my ears alert. I inch my way to where the clearing meets the first broad trunks. The air instantly cooler in the shade. Looking into the darkened shadows I see no sign of movement and decide there’s no point in chasing invisible prey.

At the end of the long day, I place my work boots beside the door, removing my overalls and slipping my feet free from my wool socks. I wiggle my toes, letting a fresh supply of blood run to each digit, reveling in the freedom. Sitting my chair, I place my feet on the low table, stretching my legs out and opening a book.

Hours later, I’m well-engrossed in the story. The characters filling my head with tales of witches, misbehaving children, and knights in armour. The sound of the bell is more of a nuisance than something to be conscious of. I hear it a second and then third time before I become aware of it’s meaning. Closing the book gently I stand and listen once more. The bell chimes again, outside the window. Much closer then the garden is located.

Walking gingerly to the door, I lift the latch, cringing at the squeak of the hinges as they are turned from their resting place. Once the door is opened enough to let me through, I stand on the front step. The air is cooler now, and refreshing on my skin. The sounds of crickets and cicadas fill the air with the chirping of their nighttime song. Looking left then right, I noticed a shadow crouched down in front of the window I was just sitting opposite of.

“Hey,” I call out. “Stop there, thief!”

The shadow stands and a young, what can only be described as a woman is made visible. Her brunette head is crowned with a fluffy, white pair of ears that resemble rabbits. Her body is nude and smooth, her breasts sit highly on her chest, framing perfectly pointed nipples. Her rib cage leads to a narrow waist and further south to a bare mound. Her legs are lean and form from rounded, shapely hips. She turns quickly, exposing her perfect plump rear, topped with a fluffy white tail.

Taking what can only be described as a jump, the women-rabbit bounds away, into the night. Not wanting to be robbed yet again, I run after her. The dew lining the grass making it slippery and treacherous footing. Turning the corner of the house, the water barrel comes into view. Sitting at its base holding one foot is the rabbit…woman… thief. She’s sobbing softly as she holds her foot.

“I’ve got you this time!” I exclaim. “Come to take more of my carrots, have you?”

Reaching down I grab her arm, attempting to pull her up to full height. The shift in position makes her call out. Her one foot lifting from the ground and her face displaying obvious pain. “Please,” she cries. “I just wanted to see the other carrot. Please don’t hurt me. I’ve tried all the carrots and I just wanted to see the other one. To see if it would fit”

“Nice story, to see if it would fit.’ I begin, starting to pull her away. She digs her one heel into the ground, delaying my departure. “You were peeping on me through the window and stealing my harvest and you think I’ll believe such a story. Wait, to see if what could fit, where?” I ask, clearly confused.

“My foot, please, my foot is hurt. I need do tend to it.” Realizing that this could be a trap to get me to let her go I lift her into my arms and carry her into the house. Arriving inside, I place her in my chair and set her feet up on the table. Putting her in this position highlights her nudity and immediately, I become distracted by the sight of her. Leaning back, her breasts are more pronounced. Her stomach is flat and flutters lightly from fear, or pain. Letting my eyes roam over her body, enjoying the proximity, I take in her nudity and feel myself harden. Her body is hairless, her skin pale under the low light of the fire and the single candle. I sit rather unceremoniously on the table.

Shaking my head, I grab her foot, bringing it to eye level. The piece of glass is not very big, but shaped oddly, half-buried in the soft part of her heel. It’s not bleeding much, but most likely because the wound is sealed, for now. Either way, the fragment needs to be removed.

When I look up to tell her the glass will need to come out, I find her eyes trained on me. They are clear and hooded, almost as if she’s excited. Seeing her this close, I realize how attractive she is, even with the ears. They’re endearing in a charming sort of way, if not a little strange. Her eyes lift to mine and I realize she wasn’t looking at me, but at a part of me. Looking down I realize I am completely naked, as I didn’t dress before going outside, and my growing erection is saluting the heavens. Groaning under my breath I feel myself stiffen anew with the thought of her looking at my cock.

Clearing my throat I say, “This will need to be taken out. The wound will need to be cleaned and bandaged. Nodding her head, she gives me the permission I need. She looks like an ordinary woman except for the ears and tail (I can’t see the tail just now). From what I can tell, she anatomically quite womanly. Glancing down at her bare legs and smooth apex of her thighs I feel my cock come to its full glory as my mouth dries. Looking away quickly I stand, placing her feet onto the table. Turning, I pull a blanket off the bed and wrap myself, realizing that me being the one covered may not be the solution. Unwrapping myself, I cover her instead and turn to pull my coveralls on quickly. There’s no hiding the canopy in my pants, but at least it’s not staring her right in the eye.

Sitting on the table I attend to her wound. Speaking to her gently when I hear her sniffles of pain or she pulls against my hold. Once I’m finished bandaging her foot, my penis is back to its flaccid self, and I’m quite glad too.

Getting up, I get her a glass of water then resume my position once she’s accepted. I sit and just look at her. Her ears look natural in the light. Like they belong and come out of her head organically. I didn’t get a good look at her tail (everything about it makes my cock harden, Jesus, what is that?), but I assume it will be the same.

After a lengthy period of staring at each other and asking questions without words, I cough gently and say, “So, you’ve been taking my carrots?”

“Yes”, she replies, looking away from me. A slight blush has risen on her cheeks and is slowly spreading down her neck. Following the red trail, I find the little bell, the string wrapped around her throat like a necklace. Interesting.

“Do you mind telling me what you were doing, looking through my window just now?”

“I told you, I just wanted to look at the other carrot.”

“The other carrot? I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Each day you go to the garden and you take care of the vegetables and sometimes you take the vegetables. But every day when I see you, you have the carrot. Sometimes it’s big and sometimes it’s small, and sometimes it looks like it grows, but you always have the carrot.”

Not having any idea what she’s talking about, I try again. “Why have you only been taking the carrots? There are plenty of other vegetables in the garden. Why just the carrots?”

“Carrots are long and round, and just right, and they look like the other carrot, mostly.”

Dropping my head in my hands, I decide I’ll come back to the carrot conundrum. “What is your name?”

“Bunny.” She replies with an inflection that it would be obvious if I just opened my eyes.

“Bunny, indeed. Okay Bunny, I’m going to ask again, why are you stealing my carrots?”

“To fill the space,” She replies, exasperated.

“What space, Bunny?”

“The space that you filled when that woman was here during the winter. You filled the space with the other carrot. She cried out and made many noises and then she smiled. I wanted to see if the carrots filling the space would make me smile too.”

Thinking back to the winter it dawns on me that was when I brought that woman to the farm for the night. I had met her at the local tavern and found her to be quite handsome. She was traveling through town and the inn was full. Needing a place to stay and leaving in the morning, I had let her stay here. After much brandy and a little conversation, we fell into bed together. Remembering the night of passion we shared makes my cock stir anew and I clear my throat as I look at Bunny.

“So you’ve been taking the carrots to, aaahhh, Ummm… fill the space?” I ask. The thought of it making my heart beat rather fast.

Smiling at me like she’s happy I’m finally understanding, she says “Yes. That woman seemed so happy to have the space filled. I wanted to fill it too. But the only carrots I could find were in the garden, so I took them. I’m sorry for stealing your carrots.”

“Well, did it work?” I ask, feeling my head get dizzy as all the blood in my body runs straight to my dick. Thinking about this woman fucking herself with my carrots just about does me in.

“For a little while, but never for long.” She replies with such a sad face, I can’t help but smile at how cute she is. “So I thought I would come here and see the other carrot and maybe if I asked nicely, you would give it to me.”

Standing, I unhook my overalls from my shoulders and let them fall to the floor. My cock is swollen and proud. At eye level, she takes a gasping breath. The simple act sending shivers down my spine.

“Would you like to touch the other carrot, bunny?”

“Yes, please. I’ve wanted to see it for so long. To see if it fills the space as good as it did the woman.”Walking to her, I stand beside the chair. My cock is level with her lips and thinking of sliding it into her moist mouth has pre-cum dripping from my tip. At the sight, she licks her lips causing my cock to jump.

Startled by the movement, she gasps and then looks at me with wonder. “You can touch it”, I say so quietly, I’m not sure she heard me. She must have though, because she reaches out ever so slowly. Time seems to stand still and it feels like an eternity as I watch her small hand reach out from under the blanket to tentatively touch me. Her hand is warm and soft as it grabs me tight. Again, it jumps. Pulling her hand back, she giggles a soft lilting sound and then reaches out again.

Holding me at the base she strokes her hand up and down slowly, watching as my eyes roll in the back of my head. Once she’s got the feeling of it she picks up the pace, urging me on with each stroke. Though inexperienced, each is full of enthusiasm.

When I can’t take anymore, I step back pulling myself from her grasp. She frowns at me, then lets out a squeak as I pick her up and deposit her on the bed. Ripping the blanket from her body, I stare down at her naked flesh, taking in the pink of her nipples, the lines of her hip bones beneath her hip.

Walking to the kitchen, I grab a needed item. I have to see this if it’s the last thing I do. Walking back to the bed, I hold out the carrot and say “I want to watch you fill the space.” Sitting, she takes the carrot from me and opens her legs, spreading her thighs apart. Her pink lips poke out as if they too are excited for what will happen next.

“Will you fill the space with the other carrot?”

“Yes Bunny, I will, if that’s what you want (please, let that be what she wants) but first I want to see how well this one fills the space.”

Lining up the carrot to her plump slit, she rubs the carrot up and down, circling her clit then pushing the carrot halfway into her flesh. Watching the carrot disappear into her is too much and I grab my cock hard and squeeze to keep from coming. She continues to pump herself full. The carrot becoming slick with her juices as she thrusts deep and hard. Deciding that I’m not going to last, I pump my load onto her bare breasts, watching each pearly shot land. Hopefully, I’ll last longer when I get inside her. She lets out a cry as she witnesses my release but doesn’t stop.

I watch her continue to fuck herself as I regain my composure. She takes her time, turning the carrot this way and that, trying to get the angle just right. Taking the carrot from her hand, I push into her as far as it will go and then pull it out slowly. Making a rhythm of fast plunges, following by slow withdrawals. After several minutes, she’s moaning and her head is shaking side to side, I know she’s close and decide to give her a hand, literally.

Reaching between her body and the carrot, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing, rubbing and pulling it until like a dam breaking, a gush of fluid pours from her. I watch her come as each convulsion cascades a little more of her juice onto the sheets. Spreading her legs wider, I look at her tail. Sure enough, it looks just like her ears. No sign that its anything but the real deal. Her pussy is pink and wet and looks inviting. Her anus is tiny and pink. I run my finger through her folds, pushing my finger against her puckered hole. She gasps but says nothing.

Throwing the carrot to the floor, I get up on the bed, leveling my body over hers. Lining my cock up to her wet entrance, I slide in painstakingly slow. Each inch stretching her to take more. Her breathing is quickened and she wraps her legs around me, sighing as she closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them I plunge deep into her.

Moaning, she pushes her hips up to meet mine, thrust for thrust. Her strong body taking the weight of my larger one with ease. The room fills with the sounds of our mixed breathes, grunts of exertion and the slippery meeting of our pelvises.

Knowing I’m not going to last long, as well as thinking I can’t remember the last time I came this fast, I slow my pace. Holding myself above her, I watch as her eyes flutter and open again behind hoods. Her body is covered in a fine layer of sweat, making the thrusting an easy affair. Wrapping her legs around me, she digs her nails into my back, spurring me on.

Thrusting as hard as I can go, bottoming out on each upstroke, I feel her body tense beneath me as she shouts out, ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Doubling down I thrust as hard as I can one, two, three times and feel as she explodes. The sounds of her keening as she releases wave after wave of euphoric pleasure pushes me over the edge and I pump the last remains of my load into her deep hole.

After our breath has returned to normal and we’re lying side by side on the bed, I turn to her and ask,

“Did the other carrot fill the space, as you had hoped?’

“Looking at me with a big smile, she replies “Better than I hoped. When can we do it again?”