Feels The Rabbit Novels & Stories

The rabbit didn’t see me until I was almost right behind it. This time, when I attacked, my teeth closed around its neck. The kill was fast and clean. And I felt… nothing. No guilt. No fear. Just a sense of satisfaction “Good job, Kael said. Now we—” He suddenly stopped. “What is it?” I asked, still holding the rabbit. “Something’s wrong,” he said, his body going stiff. “Do you smell that?” I lifted my nose to sniff— And I stayed stilled. Wolf.

River wondered, her mental voice filled with awe. She tuned in to the thoughts around her, listening with an uncanny clarity. At first, faint whispers filled her mind, a gentle hum of consciousness that seemed to emanate from the forest itself. The sounds were indistinct, a murmur of thoughts that swirled around her. But as River focused, the voices clarified, taking on distinct tones and textures. A rabbit's fear of predators sliced through her mind, its high-pitched anxiety resonating deep within her chest. River's ears perked up, sympathetic to the rabbit's plight.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you, but I’m not hungry.” His fluffy tail wags regardless. He nudges the rabbit with his snout–all wolf. Maybe even his mind, as it stands. He’s been in this form for hours now. I gingerly bend to pick up the rabbit, giving him a wobbly smile. He seems pleased, and turns, leaping off the porch into the darkness again. I promptly drop the rabbit beside the door and step inside, shaken to my core. It feels strange. He hunted for me. Provided for me. It’s a warm feeling, something that cuts through the slight ache in my temples and the fevered chills beginning to creep into existence as the moon rises far beyond the rain clouds.

“You must be bullshitting me.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, look at this furry little guy,” I said, stepping out of our hiding spot. The rabbit twitched its nose, its small, quivering body frozen in fear. Slowly, I crouched down and picked it up, cradling it gently in my arms. Its fur was soft beneath my fingers, its tiny heart pounding against my palms. Jace just grunted, rubbing a hand down his face. “All that tension, and it’s just a damn rabbit.”

I felt a wave of DÉJÀ VU I felt down My heart almost throbbing out of place My imagination going wide I feel my emotions disheveled My emotions trying to balance This weird feeling haunting me I keep praying vehemently I felt so low Happy at myself Disappointed with my feelings The feelings that refused to go away I feel so hopeless I need someone to trust with this secret Can I find one? I will keep waiting Waiting, controlling, and disciplining myself To keep this feeling at bay I pray in my heart To tell the right person

The possibilities swirled within my mind, each one more complex than the last. Lost in my contemplation, my ears twitched at the faint rustling in the underbrush nearby. Instinct sharpened my focus as I turned my attention to the source. A rabbit emerged, its movements filled with innocence and vulnerability. It hopped playfully, unaware of the tumultuous emotions that ravaged my heart.

I swear I heard the theme from Jaws start to play. Flossie screamed and threw the rabbit. She didn’t just drop it, she launched it. It flew through the air, the first of its kind to go airborne, I’d be willing to bet. It landed on the grass with a ‘flump’ sound, rolled a couple of times, shook its head and scurried off.

The sponge was impossibly soft, the motion deliberate and careful, the care evident in every movement. He paid attention to the marks he'd left, washing around them with a specific tenderness, like he was acknowledging what he'd done and apologizing for it at the same time. Then he turned me around. "Don't tense," he said, and his hand came to my breast. The sponge moved across the sensitive skin, and I felt a specific sensation travel directly from my breast to my core. It wasn't sexual, not exactly, but it wasn't innocent either. It was something in between intimate in a way that transcended sex.