“Please, call me Jeffrey.”
The woman doesn’t call him Jeffrey. Instead, she brings her hand to her ear, signaling for me to call her. “Sinks broken,” she winks, and I just shake my head.
“Well Goodall, I need to get back to setting up for Mrs. Easter’s party,” I wink, using the nickname he thought would be a backhand, loving how much he hates it.
“I think it’s time we tell your sister about… us. And me. And, well, everything,” I tell Esther, sinking into a wooden chair at my dinner table. I called her over here for a quick talk, and told her everything that the Mayor said.
Esther felt the same way that I do. Goodall’s pissed that his town wants the Eggstravaganza, and more than that, he’s starting to realize that the town doesn’t even like him. This threat to cancel the party is really just a tantrum.
She nods her head, tucking strands of damp hair behind her ear. Freshly showered, I pick up on her scent more than ever. Daffodils and confectioners sugar, spices and brown sugar—Esther’s scent alters my brain, and when I close my eyes and take a noseful of her, I see my life before me, complete and perfect.
“I’m okay with telling her but… are you ready? I mean, I know I'm the first person to know… I just want to make sure you’re ready and that Goodall isn’t pressuring you to talk about something you’re not ready to talk about.”
I can’t help myself. Cottontail and thumping feet be damned, I take her hands in mine, feeling my body shift slowly to Hopper as I hold my mate. “Even with gorging myself on carrots and trying to stay away, it’s getting hard to not constantly shift. I don’t even need to touch you. When I was in the field the otherday, on carrot number forty-two, I remembered licking you and shifted.” I scratch my head. “That’s probably when someone saw me.”
She shrugs. “I still don’t get it. So someone saw a bunny eating carrots. That’s what bunnies are supposed to do.”
The longer I hold her face, the more turned on I get, the rest of my flesh erupts in fur, my transformation complete right before her eyes.
“But darling, look at me when I’m him. Hopper is huge, and look,” I urge, reaching between my legs to pick up my furry cock. “Regular bunnies aren’t packing third legs, Esther.”
She nods, but nibbles her bottom lip, looking dazed as she stares down at my bunny dick. “He’ll cancel it if he or anyone else sees me as Hopper. He’ll do it. He’s just that petty.”
“Uh huh,” she breathes, stroking her fingertips around the fuzzy crown. I tip my head back, covering my eyes with my long ears. “Esther, listen to me.”
She nods, and I have to painfully swat her hand away. “I love that you’re starting to enjoy me in both forms,” I admit, “but I have to be more careful or we’ll lose the Eggstravaganza. Do you hear me?”
Her hooded eyes lift from my cock, and come to rest on my gaze. “I hear you. So what’s the plan?”
I reach out and tear her shirt off with one swipe of my paws, usually claws I’d never use on her. “I get you endlessly until Easter, until we consummate and I make you my mate, officially.”
She nods. “I can’t believe that’s going to happen in a few days.”
Nuzzling my nose into her neck, I whisper, “are you happy?”
Another nod as she reaches down, stroking the fur on my cock in one direction, then using the back of her hand to stroke itthe other way. “Yeah. I’m happy to be with you, but I think there are things I could do that would make me happier.”
“What is it? What can I do?” Her scent is making me hop in place.
She shakes her head. “First, let’s help you release some of that pent up mating energy.”
I get to my feet and start digging through my kitchen drawer, until I find my egg timer, aptly shaped like an egg. I hold it up and confusion clouds her features. “What’s that for? You gonna cook something?”
I shake my head, and twist the top of the egg until it pops off, a large dildo erupting from the inside. She blinks at it, then takes it from me, turning the large purple sex toy over in her palm a few times. Esther looks up at me. “Is it a Rabbit?”
I smile. “Who do you think created those? Regular people?” I shake my head, and jab my thumb into my chest. “Rabbit’s were made my were-bunnies like me, who can’t have their mate just yet but are going crazy waiting.”
She smiles. “Okay, Rabbit, show Hopper how it’s done.”
8
After cleaning Jack up and helping him back into his clothes, we walk next door to Chelsey’s, me wrapped in Jack’s flannel.
“I think every time I watch you come, I’m going to come now, too,” he says, reflecting on watching me fuck myself with his Rabbit. His urges are getting stronger as he and I becomemore connected emotionally, and when I came, he did too, immediately shifting back into Jack, naked and sticky.
I’ll admit. I judged Jack Hopper at first. But that wasdaysago. I’ve fallen in love since then, because just like I learned inMilky, love doesn’t adhere to calendars or dictionary definitions. Sometimes it happens hot and fast, and lasts until the end of days.
I nod my head. “I think so too.” I let out a long sigh as we take the steps to Chelsey’s porch. We agreed we have to tell her about us and about Jack too, so she can help protect us. “I can’t wait until Easter, until I can be yours and you can finally let yourself be free.”
