Bounce Bunny Novels & Stories

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.

The Moon Goddess seemed to have abandoned me, leaving me to face this terror alone. Romain's growls reached a deafening crescendo, and the chains started snapping, one by one, like brittle twigs. I trembled, paralyzed with fear, as the beast's fury intensified. The air was heavy with the stench of sweat and rage, and I knew I was on the brink of a gruesome fate... The Beast pounced on me with lightning speed, its massive body hurtling through the air like a furry projectile. Its chains snapped and clattered to the ground, freed from their constraints.

The sea wind was stronger here, tugging at the hem of my dress, pressing the linen to my thigh for a second before letting go again. I held the railing. From below, Poppy shouted, “Mommy! I’m not running!” I looked back. She stood in place, both hands on her hips, Bunny hanging upside down, Barbie shoeless on the floor beside her. She was not running. Technically. But her whole body was bouncing like popcorn trapped under a pot lid. “I’m proud in a limited capacity,” I called back. “Me too!” “That’s not a normal response!” “I’m limited too!”

Lucien asked, throat calm with the effort it takes not to burn a house with a word. Silas lifted his palms. “Me? Nothing. The house did this itself.” He moved aside. Between the double doors lay a circle—no chalk. Stone. Old. They had not seen it because the foyer rugs had been a kind of mercy. Now the rugs lay rolled like discarded manners, and the circle shone dull as a coin someone had kissed for luck. “How—” Evelyn began. Maera did not ask how. She knelt and pressed two fingers to the groove the way a physician tests a pulse. When she spoke, her voice had lost its practiced weather. It carried the trimmed edge of fear.

I say, hoping Elliot is pulling my chain like he did with the bear spray, but he doesn't look back or laugh this time. A tiny gray bunny, one that couldn't be older than adolescence and probably born in the spring, hops on the trail in front of Elliot. He stops, and I almost run into his backend, too mesmerize with the furry animal. The bunny stops in the middle of the trail and cocks his head in our direction, its nose twitching. Then, even though neither of us move, the bunny hops the other way crashing through the wilderness to the other side of the trail. "Did you see?" Elliot asks pointing to the empty space.

She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."

Bunny has nice welts down her backside and I've been administering wicked nipple clamps off and on since we started playing. What the fuck is wrong with me? I look at Bunny and her brown hair changes to red making my cock twitch. I blink the fantasy away. This is unfair to Bunny. I leave the plug in and grab a vibrator. "You've been a good girl. Come for me." With a high-pitched squeal and enough shaking to make me think she's having a seizure, she goes off. When her orgasm slows, I remove the plug, followed by the vibrator and help her stand. I assist her to the couch, leave her for a minute, and grab some juice from the fridge. I walk back to her after turning the lights down and grabbing

She felt like her seeing a bunny rabbit in her hospital room could be explained by her head injury if the nurse heard her. Bunny jumped and her ears laid flat against her back, but the nurse didn't even flinch or look around. "Jesus Mother Fucking Christ!" Bunny growled, clutching her hands to her chest between her excessively generous breasts. "Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" "You've got a potty mouth for a Para...whatsit Companion, and you told me to yell your name." "Parasocial Emotional Support Companion, and I meant back when I told you to. You've got to know by now you're the only one that can hear or see me, and nobody else can hear you when you talk to me. That kee

Only his heavily tattooed arms and neck gave away the bad-boy side to the deadly beast underneath. “Bunny, the tech-wiz.” “Hi!” Bunny instantly waved back, a wide grin splitting his lips. Bunny was the kind of person you’d expect to find in a grandma’s basement. A little chubby, but not overly so, and a face that made all the girls swoon. He had kind, blue eyes, a killer smile, and with sandy blond hair, he was practically irresistible. Despite being patched in, he was the youngest patched member there was, even younger than some of the prospects. But he’d proven his worth to the club on more than just one occasion. No, he couldn’t shoot straight to save his life and he didn’t know a bolt fr

The giant bunny's body started trembling, its arms started to expand! I immediately probed the child, 'What do you mean by boom!? Tell me!' The voice hurriedly answered in an excited tone, ‘Like… explode…!’ Then it giggled. I could almost imagine its eyes twinkling and hands up in the air. Pop? Boom? Explode? 'You mean like a bomb?!' I asked hysterically, unable to restrain my emotions. I can't help but panic. The bunny is having its revenge on us! It wants to retaliate because that's what we did.