Animatronic Rabbit Novels & Stories

It almost feel like the visitor puffed into thin air. He didn’t. Meph’s body stiffened, and it takes him a second to realize that’s his body reacting to “fear”— The visitor is a white rabbit. Or, he once was. The rabbit wears a white shirt under dark suits, two long, huge ears draping randomly. Above the neat bow tie is a rotten face. Two sets of needle like teeth sticking out of his sharp, pointy rabbit snout. At where his eyes used to be are two deep, dark black holes.

Older rabbit-women were segregated from the younger ones. While young rabbit-women were tasked with producing bloodstones, the older rabbit-women were in charge of producing the next generation of men and rabbit-women. The men also gave these older rabbit-women full prerogative over their younger counterparts. The rabbit-women whose wards had the best track records would be given full food rations. Those who did not would be sold off to the brothel so that older, weaker men with fetishes could have them. As for the young rabbit-women under their care, they would be sent to other households.

Sean knocked at the door only to get electrocuted. “Fuck,” he hissed, caught between shock and the lingering jolt of the current. The door opened a moment later. He frowned, finding no one on the other side. “Who are you?” a cartoonish voice rang in his ear, but there was no one. He exchanged a confused glance with Martin. “Down,” the voice said. Sean glanced down and stared in surprise. A tiny rabbit stood there, paws on hips, shooting him the fiercest glare a bunny could muster.

It felt so surreal seeing it in person. Alpha Holden of Crimson pack, son of Luna Soyra... "Your mother would be proud," I breathed in heavily as I reminisced about my own family, all lacking proper burial sites. Suddenly, there was a small rustle from the bushes that caught my attention. It was a small white rabbit, curiously venturing closer to us. The rabbit's black eyes were tracking the floor, while its whiskers flickered in the air. Damian curiously raised his eyebrows and looked to me. "What's it doing?"

She wrapped both arms around his leg. "You promised you'd bring me rabbit this time." A few warriors laughed. Ronan crouched until they were eye level. "I did." "You brought deer last season." "I know." "You said rabbit." "I also remember that." The little girl narrowed her eyes. "So?" He reached behind his back and produced a small carved wooden rabbit from one of his pockets. "I figured this one was easier to catch." The girl's mouth fell open. She grabbed it and threw her arms around his neck.

It stares up at me and wiggles its nose a few times before clapping its paws together and continuing to stare at me with no fear or precaution in its stance. "Oh," I sigh, "It's just a Rabbit." For some reason, the Rabbit doesn't scurry away at the sight of me. It just stares, and stares, probably thinking I have food to give but sadly, all I have is minty gum in my purse. I bend down and reach to pet the friendly woodland creature, but right when my hand almost grazes its soft head, a hand plants itself firmly on my shoulder. It doesn't even take me two seconds to fling my purse backwards into a body while screaming for my life.

he added with a smirk, “if you do change your mind about Rachel’s offer to let me fuck you while she watches…” “Not tonight,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Or ever.” “Shame.” He leaned in, mouth close to my ear. “Because you grind like someone who deserves a goddamn audience.” I rolled my eyes, but my body still moved with his, every inch of us aligned—spine to chest, thigh to thigh. It was messy, delicious, and harmless. I looked out in the crowd and there he was. Mr. Rabbit. Ten feet away. Standing perfectly still in a sea of movement. The rabbit mask stared back at me, head slightly tilted.

She extended it and tapped Zinjo on the chest, “Hey check out what's in the cage.” Zinjo put the spyglass up to his eye, and peered down at the cage, “What is that? Another hybrid?” Within the cage were a simple black and yellow rabbit with a longhorn protruding out of its head. The guards stood at least five feet away from the cage. Were they afraid of the minuscule ball of fluff? “Have you seen one of those before?” Zinjo shook his head, “It is an animal unknown to me. Perhaps it is the divine beast the ghost of Tiberius spoke of ?”

Rowan entered the house and heard loud sobs from the room. He quickly went inside and found his rabbit crying in a corner holding a frame against her chest. He went towards her and kneeled. Rowan : hey, hey, what happened, rabbit? He was wiping her tears, but it was not stopping. She just threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. She was feeling lonely and was badly missing her mother today. Rowan : just calm down, rabbit. It's not good for you nor our baby.

Cash walked to the table near the entrance of the room, the one with all the sex toys. She selected one and then walked back, holding up a pink vibrator with two little rabbit ears that would touch a woman’s clit when the vibrator was fully inserted. It was something Willow was pretty familiar with. “A rabbit for a rabbit, yes?” Cash asked. Willow nodded. “I like the way you think.” Cash turned on the rabbit vibrator and began massaging Willow’s lower lips with it. Cash gently pushed it inside Willow’s hot, dripping hole and smiled.