Bambi Public Domain Novels & Stories

(Conversation on call) "Hello Police uncle, please come to my house. A bad uncle has entered my house and he is hurting my Bambi. My Bambi has given me her oath otherwise I would have beaten him to a pulp" "Bambi? .... What is your name child?" "My name is Aarav. Come soon please, my Bambi needs your help" "It is a police station, not a plaything, child" "Believe me, uncle. Please save my Bambi" "Give the phone to your elder" "There is no one except me and my cheeseball. Bambi has asked me to lock my room from inside. She is screaming in pain. Please uncle come fast. Only if I haven't promised her I would have saved her like a superman"

Kent said, trying to look as serious as possible. Bambi gave a shrug and then reached up to her halter. She peeled up the bottom and lifted it to her chin, unveiling her huge jugs to the wild cheering of the audience. Bambi giggled and shook her torso, causing her ample tits to catapult impressively around her chest. There was a few wolf whistles from the audience as Bambi took a big tits in each hand and shook them around, then pinched the nipples. Joe saw on the monitor that the cameraman was zooming in ultra-close to catch all the action. Joe was very pleased that he had set his VCR at home to record tonight’s show, just as Bambi had said earlier, it was going to be a doozie!

The creature tilted its head, lips peeling away from bloody teeth in something that looked like a smile. “Run…” it rasped—voice broken, guttural, barely human. The sound of it slithered down her spine like ice water. Then the last word hissed out, sharp and deliberate— “…Bambiiii, run.” It took a second for her world to turn dark.

At the top, a blinking headline: “Blackthorne Conspiracy Files Released – Unsealed Tapes, Names, Dates, and… a Wedding License?” Aria’s breath caught. “What the hell is that?” she whispered. Luciano read the post, jaw tightening. “Matteo just published a fake marriage certificate,” he growled. “One that says I married you two months ago in Vegas.” Aria reeled. “What?!” Luciano handed her the phone. Her name. His. A forged certificate, timestamped before she’d even stepped foot in Italy.

But still I am afraid, for Bambi. Still, I have to do this! "Please, Bambi! Thoda sa jhail lena. (Please, Bambi! Bear with it a little)" Telling him, I clutch him tightly and put one of my legs over the sill. He starts wriggling in my hold, trying to get out. Holding him more tightly, I kiss his crown hoping that would calm him down even if a little. And it does, thankfully! Finally, I jump but with caution and it was a smooth landing!

"Bambi, apologize to Niamh." The authority in her father's voice left no room for defiance. Bambi's face flushed red with anger. "Aunt Niamh almost stepped on my craft project!" Niamh retorted, "Did I actually step on it? No! You're just targeting me!" Elara pulled Bambi to her side, and the girl clung to her mother's leg like a little bird seeking shelter. Her stubborn face was flushed as she glared at Niamh. She was puffed up like an indignant frog.

Something is wrong with my body and I intend to find out what very soon. Spank! “Count Bambi!” “One!” “Good girl.”

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

“Well, you should’ve seen you. You were like Bambi skating on that ice. It was so freaking funny.” Caleb stops and turns steely eyes onto me. “Who the fuck is Bambino?” he asks in a dangerously low voice, his expression instantly hardening. A crease forms between his brows as he glares down at me. “Don’t compare me to your lame-ass boyfriends, Songbird.” “It’s Bambi,” I correct, unable to stifle a laugh. “And chill, dude. Bambi’s a cartoon character from my childhood. You know, the Disney one?”

Bambi’s face was still buried in his mother’s chest, but he’d already seen his father before his mom covered his face. “Mommy? Why d-d-does daddy look like the b-b-big b-bad wolf? Is he g-g-going to eat us?” She could feel the little boy trembling in her arms as he spoke. Lucas tried reaching his arms out to them, tears began to choke his throat too but he managed to speak anyways. “It’s still me Bambi, daddy would never try to eat you. I don’t know what happened, but it’s still me.” As he tried walking slowly towards them, Amelia screamed again, grabbing a knife on the table behind her, and pointing it at him protectively.