Chapter 3 #2
Still. It’s going to be so cold.
Thump, thump, thump. The big bunny continues scratching his ear, when out of nowhere, completely unprovoked, he stops, and twists to face me.
Long, furry ears hang around his face, his pink nose sniffling as his dark, nearly human eyes lock on mine.
We stare at one another for a moment, and maybe the chocolate fumes have gotten to me, or maybe it’s all the romance novels, but in this moment, I feel called to rescue him.
Holding my robe closed, my hair damp around my face, I stomp (quietly) through the house, out into the yard, and cross into Jack’s garden, coming nose-to-nose with the big bunny.
He blinks at me, and stretches up, standing on his hind legs, towering at least three feet above me.
“Wow,” I breathe, my heart racing, intimidated by his size.
No part of me feels scared, though, so I reach out and smooth my fingers down his chest, the fur silken.
“You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” I reach around to feel his paw, finding it damp and cold.
“And you are cold, aren’t you, buddy? I knew it.
” I glance over at Jack’s cottage, a solid fifteen feet away.
Taking a few steps toward it, I pat my thigh, urging the bunny to follow.
“C’mon, let’s go get your owner. Let’s get you inside.
It’s too cold out here, even for a big boy like you. ”
The big bunny doesn’t budge. He sinks back to his haunches, becoming my height again.
I step back toward him, stroking my fingers through the hair on his ear, making his nose twitch in delight.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? What a good boy.
C’mon, let’s get you inside, buddy,” I coax, stepping away from him again, this time quietly snapping my fingers as I near Jack’s cottage.
Still, the bunny won’t budge.
A breeze rolls past just then, chilling me to my bones, making my teeth chatter and my nipples hard.
It’s too cold for this, I think. Reaching out, I loop my arms around his center and lift, but he doesn’t budge.
“Come on, big boy, hop, make this easier,” I urge, but he doesn’t budge.
“We need to take you to Jack,” I tell him, grunting as I manage to get him off the ground, his soft fur smothering my face, going up my nose and in my mouth.
At first I cough, wobbling, blindly walking toward the cottage door with the heavy, oversized animal nearly crushing me.
But then I inhale, and his fur smells so good, like cologne and aftershave, and men’s shampoo.
My belly tightens as I trudge toward the cottage door, big bunny nearly slipping out of my arms. Quickly, I reach for his tail and give it a pat, urging him into my arms so he doesn’t fall, but the subtle movement changes everything.
The big bunny twists in my arms, thrashing, and believing he’ll run off before I can bring him inside, I hold him tighter, trying desperately to calm him.
“Shh, hold still, I just want to take you in,” I explain, but my words fall short when the animals’ paws, pressed against my shoulders as he tries to buck away, slowly go bald.
Patches of thick, soft white hair tumble to the ground as if invisibly being shaved, and I glance at the lush grass at my feet, but the hair isn’t there.
It’s seemingly just… gone. His paws thicken, lengthening until…
“Oh my God,” I breathe, releasing my grip on the animal as his paws transform to human hands.
It all happens so fast, I don’t have any time to run or scream, I just stand there, completely transfixed as a naked male body emerges from the fur, the entire coat disappearing before my eyes.
With a wrinkle of his nose, his face transforms from animal to human, and not just any human.
Hunky human.
Hunky handyman human.
“Jack?” I breathe, surveying the man standing before me, no longer a bunny, yet the same gold chain rests around his thick neck.
Wait.
Big bunny was a bunny, and had no clothes. If big bunny is Jack… My gaze drops to the Southern hemisphere and I discover the thickest, veiniest, longest, hardest, shiniest, most glorious cock I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I’ve heard about these kinds of dicks in books. Hypnodicks are what me and Chelsey call them. The type of appendage so grand that it commands rooms, steals hearts, and absolutely shreds panties.
He outstretches his arms, fingers splayed in protective reassurance. “Don’t freak out, Esther, okay?”
I can’t quite understand, and yet there’s nothing to understand. I just watched the huge bunny shift into a man. “Jack…?” I whisper, blinking madly at his naked body, glistening in sweat.
“Don’t freak out,” he advises as I take a tiny step backward, away from him. “You’re so pretty, I couldn’t fight shifting,” he says, “I can explain everything, just… come inside,” he says softly, eyes wide, fear lingering in his features.
Jack is a man-bunny. A shifter, real, in the flesh.
My head grows fuzzy, my vision doubles, and just as I’m about to go under from the insanity of this moment, I can’t help but think…
Aww, he thinks I’m pretty.