At the sound of tinkling bells, Joel Casey looked up. He smiled at the
sight of the girl who had just opened the door to his pet store and was
shyly walking in, slouching her shoulders in an effort to look even smaller
than the petite thing already was. The girl had become a regular of sorts;
she’d been coming into his store after school at least two or three times a
week for the last month. She always went straight to the rabbit hutch,
where she would sit cross-legged on the floor with her grey pleated
schoolgirl skirt slipping up above her knees, not ever saying a word, and
pet the bunnies through the mesh openings in their cages.
It was the same thing today. A silent little smile hinted at a
sparkling set of braces when he said “Good afternoon” to her, and then she
went straight to the rabbit hutch and sat down cross-legged on the floor.
There was one other customer in the store, a lady buying a huge bag of
dog food, and after he helped carry the bag to her car, Joel and his little
rabbit-girl had the place to themselves. He joined her at the rabbit
hutch, where she had a couple of fingers inside the cage of a big buck lop,
stroking gently on his soft fur.
“Do you want to hold him?” he asked her.
She looked up at him as he knelt next to her. She had big blue eyes,
unnaturally big and very bright blue. He hadn’t noticed her eyes before
and he just stared at them for a moment, mesmerized, unable to look away
until she modestly lowered them.
“Do you think I could?” she asked demurely, raising her eyes just
slightly again. “I’d like to.”
Kneeling next to her, for a moment he inhaled a wonderful fragrance.
The smell of flowers, of a fresh bath in the morning, beautiful girlish
scents mixed with the more earthy odors of the rabbits. Wow, how did she
smell this good? Surely she’s too young to be wearing perfume? The smell
excited him, made his heart skip, sent blood rushing to his manhood, which
suddenly lurched to attention. He was surprised by this reaction, purely
chemical and animal. He had no idea that he would find a girl like this
sexually exciting, nor any idea why. But, there it was!
As he fumbled awkwardly at the latch, his fingers momentarily seeming to
have forgotten what they were doing, his eyes were on her again. Her face
was thin, but she had incongruously round cheeks that were pink with blush
now; long blond hair was pulled behind her ears and held in place with a
white cloth headband. The blouse of her schoolgirl outfit was flat against
her chest.
Finally the latch came undone and the hutch door opened. He reached in
and took the large rabbit by the nape of his neck, lifted him out and set
him on the girl’s lap. The jingle of the bells above the door indicated
they were no longer alone and he reluctantly stood up to go attend to the
new customer.
She stayed for another half an hour, holding the lop, before quietly
putting him back in his cage and leaving without even saying goodbye.
Joel was reminded of his little rabbit-girl in the most unlikely of
places that evening: the local sex shop.
Let me explain: It really was a pretty lonely life, running a pet store
in this neighborhood, but he liked it. He liked the animals, he liked his
customers, and he made a decent if not spectacular living at it. But, the
loneliness could get to you sometimes. He’d never managed to get married,
and now that he was well into his thirties he wasn’t really expecting to
suddenly meet a girl who would want to be his wife.
And that, you see, is why he found himself in a certain store after
locking up that evening. While examining various toys for his private and
personal enjoyment, he noticed a pair of bunny ears, white with pink
insides, and an accompanying fluffy white bunny tail. He smiled, thinking
of his young customer and her love of the rabbits. On a whim, he bought
the bunny accessories along with his other purchases.
He felt a little silly when got back to his apartment above the pet
store. Why the fuck had he spent all this money on bunny ears and a silly
butt-plug tail? It was fun, nonetheless, to look at them and imagine the
little rabbit girl, playing the role of a bunny for him. Yeah, that was a
lot of fun to think about, that’s for sure.
He felt a little sheepish when the girl walked into his store after
school a couple days later. He felt sheepish not simply because the young
thing had figured prominently in his fantasies the last few night, but also
because he felt his heart skip a little as she opened the door. Great,
I’ve got a crush on a ten year old, he thought to himself.
He did, however, manage a polite smile for the rabbit girl. “Hello
again!” he said. “Welcome!”
She smiled demurely, while at the same time shrugging her shoulders in
an effort to make her already diminutive body look even smaller. She
disappeared behind the rows of cages and bags of food, to the rabbit hutch.
A few minutes later, he joined her again.
This time she was petting a little white Netherland Dwarf doe through
the holes in its mesh cage. He opened the door and took the bunny out and
handed it to her. She wordlessly took it into her hands and cradled it to
her chest, petting it gently with one little index finger between the
bunny’s ears.
“She’s an adorable rabbit, isn’t she?” he said. He could smell the
girl’s sweet scent again. It had the same effect on him.
The girl looked up at him with her wide blue eyes and nodded.
“She’s a doe. That means she’s a girl bunny.”
The girl nodded. “I know, I’m writing a report about rabbits for
school.”
“Really? I’d love to help! Or read it, when it’s done,” he said.
She smiled shyly. “OK!”
“You should give this bunny a name,” he said, nodding at the little
dwarf. “What would you name her, if she were yours?”
The girl looked down at the bunny for a moment, then back up at the man.
“Beatrix,” she said.
“Oh, pretty name! And what about the lop you were holding the other
day, the big buck? What name would you give him?”
“Prince Hopper.” The girl smiled and her eyes twinkled and she went back
to petting the bunny.
“You’re good at giving names to bunnies! What about your name?” he
asked. “What’s your name? You’re like my best customer and I don’t even
know your name.”
Her braces flashed with a little embarrassed smile. “Natalie,” she
said.
“I’m glad to meet you, Natalie,” he said. “I’m Joel, but you should
call me Joey. That’s what my friends call me. So you really like rabbits,
huh?”
She looked up into his face with her sweet smile. “Yeah!”
“Hey, you know what?” he said. “I have a little present for you! Wait
here, OK?”
She nodded, and he dashed off to the back of the store and up the stairs
to his apartment. He grabbed the bunny ears and came running back down.
“I know this is silly,” he said, “but I saw these the other day and I
thought of you!”
Her face lit up at the sight of the pink and white bunny ears, and she
was grinning broadly as he slipped the headband onto her head.
“There you go!” he shouted. “They look perfect! You look just like
little Beatrix!”
The smile on the girl’s thin little face was unbelievable. Her round
cheeks erupted into bright pink, with big dimples in the center of each.
He’d never seen anything quite as beautiful as little Natalie’s smile.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
“I love them,” she said. Her voice was soft and high and quiet, and her
big eyes twinkled as she gently held the little white Netherland Dwarf, a
diminutive version of herself.
“I have… I have a tail that goes with them,” he added with a halting,
nervous stutter. He had no idea why he mentioned the tail, and he
immediately knew it was a bad idea.
“A tail!?!” she said, eyes wider and more twinkly than even before.
“Um… It’s a special kind of tail, though.”
“Special?”
“Yeah… I guess, it’s like a grown-up tail.”
“Grown up tail?” She looked confused, and he could hardly blame her.
“What do you mean?”
He knew he had to come up with some sort of answer, but he couldn’t
think of how to describe it in a way that wouldn’t just make her more
confused, and make him completely embarrassed.
“Well, I guess I can show you, if you want,” he said.
She smiled, her sweet innocent little smile, and nodded. “Yes please.”
Her voice was so small and sweet, it made his heart skip.
He felt awfully damned silly when he returned from his apartment with
the tail, but Natalie seemed thrilled when he handed it to her.
“It’s so pretty!” she exclaimed. “I love it!” With one hand still
cradling Beatrix the Netherland Dwarf, she held the tail in her other hand,
gripping the plug like it was a handle. “It’s so fluffy!” She rubbed it
softly against her cheek, then rubbed it gently over Beatrix the bunny she
was holding in her lap. She looked down at it, then up at Joel. “How do
you wear it, though?” She turned it around in her hand, investigating.
“Does it stick on or something?”
“Um, do you really want me to tell you? That’s what’s kind of grown-up
about it.”
“Grown-up?”
“Yeah,” he said.
She looked at him with narrow eyes, confused and possibly a little
suspicious, like maybe she was beginning to guess how the tail worked.
“That… that handle you’re holding? It actually goes in your bottom.”
She looked at it with a funny expression, a mixture of confusion and
interest, then turned her big blue eyes back on the man. “My bottom?”
“Yeah, you know, a tail kind of comes out of a bunny’s bottom, right?
That’s what this one does. Anyway, sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you about
all this.”
She looked at the handle of the tail. She turned it around for a second
in her hand, then lifted her big blue eyes back up at him. “I do really
want to have a bunny tail. Maybe… Maybe I could…?”
His heart skipped, hard. Like a heart attack. “That would be so cute!”
he managed to squeak out, breathlessly. “Then you would be a bunny, just
like Beatrix!”
She was blushing, and smiling so sweetly. She petted the little dwarf
rabbit in her arms. “I want to be a bunny,” she said.
“I’ll help you put it in, OK?”
“OK.”
He could hardly breathe now. “We should probably go into the back room
to put it in.”
Little Natalie nodded.
He stood up and helped her to her feet, and she followed him to the back
room, carrying little Beatrix with her.
“Um, so, I guess you should get on your hands and knees so I can put it
in?” he said when they arrived in the back. As she knelt he found a jar of
vaseline that he had back there for pet-related needs.
She handed him the tail, then went down to her hands. He moved around
behind her. He took the hem of her skirt in his fingers and lifted it,
revealing the most adorable little girl ass, so skinny and undeveloped,
clad in a pair of little white flowery panties.
He heard the girl take a deep breath. “Are you gonna…” Her voice
cracked with nervousness. “Are you gonna take my panties off?”
“I need to pull them down a little,” he said as he wrapped his fingers
in the waistband of her underwear. “I don’t have to take them off, unless
you want me to.”
“Down is OK.”
“OK.” He pulled the little flowery panties down. He watched as the
waistband crested her hip bones, revealing her pale, thin, girlish ass for
him. He only pulled them down far enough to expose her anus. He wanted to
pull them down all the way, to see her pussy, and somehow he knew that she
would let him. That she wouldn’t tell him no. His cock was painfully hard
and his heart was slamming in his chest, and what he wanted to do more than
anything in the whole world right then was to pull those panties down to
her knees, take his cock out, and fuck the little girl! He could rape her
right now, the situation was perfect!
He took a deep breath, then scooped up a dollup of the vaseline with a
finger. He spread her ass cheeks open to reveal the sweetest, daintiest
little pink anus he had ever seen. He rubbed the vaseline on her bumhole,
then pushed a finger in.
“I just need to get you ready,” he said softly, “so it can fit.” She
nodded. He swirled his finger around inside her vice-tight anus for a
little while, stretching it open. Then he pulled his finger out and sat
back. He picked up the tail and dipped the plug in the vaseline, then
positioned the tip of it against her adorable anus. Even though this was a
small plug, her little hole still looked so tiny compared to it!
She let out a little groan as he pushed in the plug, and then the
thickest part passed through her anus and it settled into place.
“There you go,” he said. “How does it feel?”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “Weird!” She shimmied her hips,
perhaps to reposition it a bit, but it had the wonderful effect of looking
like she was trying to wag her new tail at him.
“You’ll get used to it,” he told her, and he took ahold of the furry
tail and gave it a gentle little shake.
She giggled. “That tickles!”
He gave it another shake and she giggled some more.
Right then, the bells on the door jingled, and with great reluctance, he
stood. “I’ll be right back, Beatrix,” he said.
She giggled. “Beatrix!”
As he left the room, he saw the girl crawl on her hands and knees over
to where the little neglected Netherland Dwarf had hidden itself.
When he got to the counter, his heart sank a bit. The newly arrived
customer was Georgia Corning. She’s a widow from down the street, and her
main reason for coming into the store was to chat, and sure enough, she
started chatting almost immediately and kept it up for several minutes. He
tried to be as polite as possible while giving the clear signal that he
would like the conversation to be over as soon as ever it could be. But
Mrs. Corning doesn’t take hints like this very well, and so she chatted,
on and on, about the people she met that day as she walked her dog.
At some point during the mostly one-sided conversation, Joel’s heart
missed a beat when Natalie came walking out of the back room. She had a
strange little shuffle to her step as she tried to get used to walking with
the plug in her ass, and she had the bunny ears on and was carrying the
Netherland Dwarf.
“Oh!” the woman said. “I didn’t know you had a daughter!” She extended
her hand in the direction of the girl. “I’m Georgia Corning,” she said,
“one of Joel’s best customers. Aren’t I, Joel?”
The girl took a few more awkward shuffling steps. Joel was glad to see
that her skirt had fallen over the tail, hiding it at least enough that
perhaps Mrs. Corning wouldn’t notice.
Cradling the bunny in her arms, she extended a hand to the woman, who
took it.
“Georgia,” Joel said, “this is…”
“Beatrix!” the girl said with a twinkly-toothed smile.
“Beatrix!” the woman responded. “That’s a fine name for a bunny
rabbit!”
“I think so too,” the girl said back.
“Well, I best be off,” the woman said. “I’ll see you later, Joel. And
nice to meet you, Beatrix!”
Once she’d left the store, Natalie turned to Joel. “I need to go home,
too,” she said with the sound of disappointment.
He nodded. “I’ll help you take the tail out, OK? You can leave it
here, so you can wear it the next time you visit? I mean, if you want to.”
She smiled. “I would like that,” she said.
In the back room again, she got on her hands and knees and he lifted her
skirt and pulled the tail out of her bum. Before he pulled her panties
back into place he took just a moment to touch her, lightly petting his
finger over her anus.
“Did it hurt?” he asked her. “Did the plug hurt at all?”
“No,” she said quietly. “I liked it.”
He slipped his finger down a little further, into her panties, and for a
brief second he touched her pussy. He almost died when he felt how wet the
young girl was.
Stunned, enthralled, excited, frightened, he quickly took his finger
away pulled her panties back into place.
His rabbit-girl came back the very next day.
He was helping a customer when she opened the door; he smiled and waved,
and her eyes twinkled and her mouth shined as she smiled back. She went to
the rabbit hutch and took the Netherland Dwarf out all by herself and held
the bunny in her arms.
It seemed like an agonizingly long time before he finally cleared the
store of all his other customers and could finally dash into the back to
grab the bunny ears and tail.
She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, holding Beatrix the bunny in
her arms, and she looked up at him with her wide blue eyes and her
glittering smile.
He held the ears and tail out to her. “Do you want to play bunny
again?” His heart was pounding so hard already! Blood was filling his cock
already!
She smiled, and nodded.
And then they were in the back room again, he was behind her, he lifted
her skirt.
“Maybe we should just take your panties off this time? It might work
better.”
She looked over her shoulder, back at him. “Do you think we should?”
He was already pulling them down. “I do,” he said, his voice shaking.
Her panties landed at her knees. He could see her pussy now, bald,
pale; chubby lips with pink insides. With a scoop of vaseline he rubbed
her anus with his index finger, then pushed into her, and as he did he let
his other fingers graze against her pussy lips. He pulled his index finger
back, then pushed it in again. Back, and in. He was breathing hard and
shallow as he finger-fucked the girl’s little asshole, petting her pussy at
the same time.
It was with great reluctance that he pulled his finger out of her again,
then slipped the tail plug in.
“My bunny rabbit,” he whispered when the tail was in place. “My
Beatrix!”
She looked around her shoulder at him. “I’m a doe,” she whispered, “and
you’re my buck!”
“Oh Natalie!” he moaned. He was already unbuttoning his pants. “I
need… I need to…”
Of course, the tinkling of the bells above his door interrupted him. Of
course.
“Fuck!” he said, louder than he should have. He stood and stuffed his
engorged cock back into his pants.
And, of course, it was Georgia Corning again. He tried really hard to
not be to curt with her, but he didn’t really succeed. Regardless, she
didn’t notice. She would never assume anyone she talks to is anything but
fascinated by her endless stories.
After a few minutes, Natalie came walking out into the room again, with
her odd shuffle-step.
“Well hello again, Beatrix!” the woman said.
Natalie smiled. “Hello.”
Joel looked back at the woman and raised his eyebrows. “Na… Beatrix
and I were just doing inventory in the back, so if there’s nothing else,
Mrs. Corning, perhaps we will go back to that task?”
“Oh! Of course! Sorry to have interrupted!” the woman said.
“No problem at all. Of course I’m always glad to see you, Mrs.
Corning,” he said.
Once the woman had left, he turned to the girl. “Should we go into the
back room again, Natalie?”
The girl smiled. “My name is Beatrix,” she said, and she turned her
backside toward him and lifted her skirt to reveal her tail. “I’m a
bunny.” As they walked together to the back room, he put his hand on her
bare bottom.
“You said…” the girl said with a stammer, “Before that woman came, you
said you needed to do something?” She knelt on the floor to pick up the
Netherland Dwarf, who was on the floor munching some grass that Joel had
given her. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and suddenly he
knew. He knew that she knew. He knew that she knew what he was planning
to do to her before they were so rudely interrupted.
“Nat… Beatrix,” he said. She smiled, her braces glistening. “I need
to…” He could hardly talk now. “I need to be with you. Will you…?”
She nodded.
He unbuttoned his pants and they dropped to his ankles. He pulled his
underwear down. He put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her
into him, holding his engorged cock up to her lips.
“Open your mouth, Nattie! Open!”
She opened her mouth and allowed him to push his cockhead into her.
“Oh my little bunny rabbit!” he moaned. He wrapped his hand around his
cock and jacked–one, two, three! He had so much pent up sexual
frustration, not just from that day but from the day before, from months
without a woman at all, from an entire life of inadequate sex, that almost
immediately his over-charged balls unleashed a stream of pre-cum, right on
the verge of orgasm. The girl’s eyes went wide at the sudden new taste in
her mouth, so strange, so foreign, so masculine!
She pulled back, off of his cock, and right then, completely out of his
control, he orgasmed. She still had her mouth open slightly, and his first
glorious shot of cum fired directly into her. The girl’s only immediate
response was to close her mouth, and to make those pretty blue eyes grow
even wider, and then to take the next shot at point-blank range right in
her face, right on her cheeks and mouth.
And his rabbit-girl came back the very next day.
This time, he hung a sign–“Closed: Taking Inventory”–and locked the
door. Natalie dropped her own panties, reaching up her skirt and pulling
them down even as they were still walking together into the back room. She
spread her legs open this time when she knelt on her hands and knees. She
rocked her hips back when he pushed a vasiline-coated finger into her anus,
rocked forward and back again, fucking her ass on his finger. After he
slipped the plug into her, she wiggled her bottom and turned her head,
looking over her shoulder behind her, a shining smile on her face.
“I’m a doe,” she said, “and you’re my buck!”
“Prince Hopper wants to mount his doe,” he said. His pants and
underpants were already at his knees.
“What should I do?” she asked over her shoulder.
He took his position behind her. He gripped his cock. He put his other
hand between the back of her shoulders and pushed her head down to the
floor. “Just stay like this, little bunny,” he said, rushed and
breathless.
His cockhead pressed into her beautiful pale-red pussy. The warmth of
her sex inspired him, drove him forward, and his thick head parted her,
entered her, forced her open. Holding tight to his cock, he used his other
hand to clutch desperately to her hip, holding her in place as he pushed
forward, into her.
Beatrix moaned as she gave her girlhood to her buck.
He could feel her hymen tearing, and his cockhead burrowed past its
shard remains, and he was inside. He’d never even imagined squeezing his
fat cockhead into such a tiny hole. And as he pulled back, his head
slipping through the hot flesh of her immature sex, he could feel the bulb
of the tail plug press down on his cock. He reversed course, pushing in;
it hardly seemed possible that a pussy could be so tight and yet still take
what he was giving her.
Little Nattie–little Beatrix–just stayed still with her ass in the air
and her face against the floor, grunting as he forced his way deeper and
deeper into her little body. He bottomed out, his head pushing into the
soft flesh at the back of her vagina, with barely more than half his cock
inside her. Then he pulled slowly back, all the way back, leaned over and
took a fistful of her hair in his hand.
“My little bunny,” he whispered.
“My big…” she said, grunting as he drove hard into her, “My big buck!”
With one hand holding tight to her hair, he reached under her and began
unbuttoning her blouse, and he fucked her, hard, pounding the back of her
vagina with his cockhead each time he slammed his hips forward against her,
at the same time thumping into her tail and knocking its plug into her.
And the whole time, he could feel the plug pressing against his cock,
making her agonizingly tiny pussy even tighter. Soon he was breathing
hard, and with her blouse now open, he fondled her flat chest, his fingers
twisting her little nipples.
“Oh Nattie! Oh my bunny! Oh my Beatrix!”
“Oh.. my… Joey! Oh… My… Prince… Hopper!”
“Oh my girl! Oh my baby!”
And he came. He trembled and shook and yanked her hair back and pulled
hard on her nipple, and she shouted in pain and pleasure and pure ecstasy.
He shoved as deep into her as he could and unleashed a torrent of sperm.
He pulled back and slammed in and came again, over and over, five or six
times at least before he finally drained his balls.
He stayed for a moment afterwards, holding her more gently now, rubbing
her back with one hand and her softly stroking her nipples with the other.
“Thank you, Nattie,” he whispered to her.
She looked back at him. Her face was red, her hair was disheveled, her
bunny ears had fallen off. But she gave him her braces-shining little
smile. “Thank you, Joey” she said.
And his rabbit-girl came back the very next day.