2. Branch
Well, today”s events certainly took a turn for the better after falling into the water while in my rabbit form. I”m now warm, freshly bathed, and in the presence of a beautiful woman who is currently undressing in front of me.
Too bad I”m still shifted into my rabbit, and the constant need to leap onto her and thrust my hips into her pelvis is overwhelming. I guess that”s what rabbits do, but the need has never been this strong for me before, and it”s almost unnerving. I don”t know who she is, but there is something special about this girl. I wonder what animal lives in her? I hope she”s a rabbit, too; we would never leave the bedroom if that were the case.
A big but here, though, is that she thinks I”m an honest-to-goodness animal right now. I”ll need to concentrate on keeping this form until she lets me back outside. Then I can run to my bungalow, turn back into my human form, and return to properly introduce myself to her. She”ll never know the rabbit had been spying on her before falling into the ocean...but oh fuck, is that a thong?
She hasn”t taken off her shirt, but it”s so short on her torso that it almost doesn”t matter because, from my angle, I can see the swell of her perky tits peeking from underneath. She”s shucked her tight jeans and is down to a skimpy little black panty that rides up her ass cheeks as if it can”t wait to get inside her. And if that”s the case, it”s not the only thing desperate for a little penetration action.
But oh fuck, I”m just a rabbit, I”m just a rabbit, I”m just a rabbit...I close my eyes to concentrate on staying calm (and staying a rabbit!), but I hear a loud thud and open them to see her standing in front of one of the big steamer trunks they shipped our belongings in.
”Crap, crap, crap!” She growls, thrusting her hands inside and pushing garments out and onto the floor. I peer over the side and see they”re mostly dark-colored items, blouses, and long lacy skirts, very unlike the clothes she”s currently wearing. They look, well—old. Did they send her the wrong trunks?
I think about the other Islanders and don”t remember seeing anyone over the age of forty on this little rock in the sea, so I don”t know how a mix-up like that could even happen. The Corona Cay logo is planted in at least several places, so it”s not like it was intended for any other island out there. Curious.
”Fuck!” she screams and slams the last of the trunks shut. She seems to have forgotten all about me as she sits on the floor and holds her head in her hands.
She might be crying, I”m not sure, and I feel like I should do something to console her in some way. Help her out by calling Mark or my buddy, Colt, and explaining the situation. We paid Colt good money to live here, the least he can do is ensure we have the correct luggage.
Buying property in this all-inclusive paradise didn”t come cheap; even I did a second take when Colt presented me with the paperwork, and that wasn”t even with the ”friend” discount Archer and Flint eventually convinced him to give us.
But even someone with a considerable net worth, such as myself, would expect the quality to match the price tag. Plus, whatever happened is making her sad, and my little bunny heart hurts for her, even if I don”t yet know her name.
I wiggle out of my towels to get a better look at her, but she”s already up and cramming the clothes back into the trunks.
”Okay, this is fine,” she says to herself and opens her duffle bag. She takes out a little yellow bikini, a pair of shorts, and a few shirts, which she shoves into one of the pearly dresser drawers. There is also a small toiletry bag that she clutches in her hands as she leans against the wall and stares ahead of her in thought. I think she may be staring at the door to the bathroom, and my inner rabbit practically leaps for joy at the thought of her naked body submerged in hot water and soap.
”Oh, little guy,” she says suddenly. ”I forgot you were there.”
Pity, I was hoping she”d forget and keep undressing.
She comes over and rewraps the towels around me, and my nose twitches as it takes in her scent. My rabbit nose is typically very sensitive to predator types so that rules out feline or canine shifters. Actually, the only smell I can pick up on is a vanilla cupcake with strawberry frosting, which is definitely very unlike any shifter I”ve ever known.
”I can”t believe she followed me all the way here. Well, not her, she couldn”t, but her stuff sure did. I”m never going to escape her, am I?”
I want to answer her question with a question of my own, and even though my rabbit”s insistent desire to hump her leg, I wonder what, or who, she”s talking about.
”Okay,” she says, walking away from me and towards the bathroom with her small toiletry bag. ”I”m going to take a shower in that massive thing, and by the time I”m done, you should be dry, and I”ll let you back outside. How does that sound?”
My heart is beating too quickly to think about giving her any kind of rabbit-like answer, and she leaves before I can respond. Oh well, at least now I can make a break for it.
Shifting back into my human form is easy, but to be fair, shifting is always easy for folks like me. The smaller and more harmless you are, the more time you”re apt to spend in your alternate form. The bigger cats, dogs, bears, and things tend to only shift when necessary. Not because it hurts but because people are more turned off when they see it happen. The smaller you are, the more discrete you can be.
There is one major problem, though, and that”s when you shift, you don”t take your clothes with you. So now, in my human form, I”m a huge naked man sitting on this woman”s bed, and she has no idea I”m here. I can hear the shower going now, so I should be okay with moving, but just as I”m removing the towels from my lap, she walks back in.
And screams.