The [bunny]moon

The [bunny]moon

by George Glass

Summary: After a skateboard stunt goes wrong, Murphy and Mitzi find themselves the prisoners of [bunny], who is ready to take her “wedding” game farther than she did with their plushies.

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Murphy ran his hand through his hair and over his triangular cat-ears. Then his blue eyes looked into Mitzi’s bright-green ones.

“Are you ready?” he asked solemnly.

“Uh-huh,” the squirrel replied.

“This could change everything for us,” Murphy said.

“I know,” Mitzi answered excitedly.

“Then get on top of me.”

With a whoop, the girl ran around behind Murphy and leaped onto his shoulders. Then Murphy, who was standing on his skateboard, kicked off and sent them both down the steep concrete slope.

The culvert, which connected the storm sewer to the harbor in a largely abandoned section of New Lennium City’s waterfront, was a perfect halfpipe. Murphy and Mitzi zoomed down one side of it, building speed; then, just as they crossed the bottom, Mitzi reached up with a barbecue lighter and set fire to the big hoop she’d made with pipe cleaners and papier-mache and sprayed with gasoline. The hoop, now dangling from a length of kite string thrown over a telephone wire, burst into flame.

As they raced up the far side of the culvert, Murphy bent his knees in anticipation. Then, just as they reached the top edge, Murphy pushed with all his might, launching himself and Mitzi off the skateboard and straight through the flaming hoop. 

Murphy had been planning this stunt for days. The moment they cleared the hoop, he pulled his knees to his chest and Mitzi tucked her head to accelerate their rotation in the air. Thus, they would flip all the way around such that Murphy’s feet would reach the lip of the culvert—the spot where they’d started—right when the free-rolling skateboard did. 

But in that moment of airtime, Murphy realized that he had overestimated how far he could propel his and Mitzi’s combined bodyweight by the strength of his legs alone. The cat and squirrel had only barely cleared the flaming hoop, and now, as the skateboard whizzed by beneath them and up the other side of the culvert, they arced downward—and crashed straight into the concrete, ending up in a heap.

As the world faded to black, Murphy thought he saw a white figure behind the sewer grate at the far end of the culvert. Then he passed out.

***

Mitzi wasn’t sure what was going on. One minute, she’d been doing a wonderful stunt with Murphy—complete with the fire effects she’d created—and the next minute, she’d awoken to find herself tied down with some kind of leather straps.

The young squirrel noticed the strange juxtaposition between the thing she was strapped to—a big brass bed with a pink satin coverlet—and the gray concrete chamber in which it sat. More importantly, Mitzi realized that Murphy was right next to her, also strapped down and still unconscious. He wasn’t wearing his usual clothes anymore; in place of his blue hoodie, black pants, red fingerless gloves, and goggles, he had on only a white tank top and a pair of black silk boxer shorts.

Her own outfit was different, too, Mitzi realized. Instead of her green dress, she had on a lacy white sleeveless nightgown that barely reached the tops of her brown-furred thighs. Underneath that was a pair of white undies that Mitzi thought looked more like a slingshot than underpants, given that they just kind of cupped her little mound and had thin white strings that went high up the front of her thighs before arcing down again in the back. It looked like something a bride might wear under her wedding dress.

Although her legs were bound to the bed like the rest of her, Mitzi managed to turn her foot enough to nudge Murphy’s ankle with her toe.

“Murphy?” she whispered, hoping he was okay.

“Mmmmnnhh,” Murphy groaned. Then his eyes fluttered open. “Where…Where are we?”

Mitzi heard dripping water and replied, “The sewer, I guess.”

Murphy tried to turn over and couldn’t, which made him realize he was tied up. 

“What’s going on?!” he cried.

A light appeared somewhere past the foot of the bed. Murphy and Mitzi raised their heads and saw the red-eyed, perpetually silent white rabbit-child whom people just called [bunny]. The girl hung a lantern on a hook on the concrete wall behind her, then moved up to what looked like a small, makeshift wooden podium.

“Um, excuse me?” Mitzi said in her most polite tone. “Would you mind untying us, please?”

[bunny] looked at Mitzi. The rabbit-girl’s face was as expressionless as ever, but Mitzi had the feeling that she’d just been told no.

“What is she wearing?” Murphy whispered. Then he looked down at himself and Mitzi. “What are we wearing?”

Now, Mitzi noticed [bunny’s] outfit. Instead of her usual green dress, the girl had on a black corset, a black leather skirt whose hemline was just above her knees, and black leather boots with pronounced heels.

If she had a matching leather jacket, Mitzi thought, she could be a biker! I wonder if they make motorcycles her size…

Mitzi also noticed the object in [bunny’s] hand: a big leather-bound book. The rabbit opened it, and Mitzi saw the title stamped in gold leaf on the cover: My First Grimoire: Dark Magic for Rabbits Ages 6 and Up.

“What’s a grim-oh-i-ree?” Mitzi asked Murphy.

“Grim-wahr,” Murphy replied. “It’s a book of spells.”

“How do you know that?”

“Video games.”

[bunny] put the book on the podium and opened it to a page that she had bookmarked with a green hair ribbon. She looked down at the book for a moment, then raised her head to look at Murphy and Mitzi as she began making strange gestures with her hands. 

With a hint of tremor in his voice, Murphy said, “I, uh, I think she’s casting a spell on us.”

“Huh,” Mitzi replied. “Is there such a thing as spells?”

“I guess we’re about to find out.”

[bunny] raised both hands with her palms up, and the leather straps binding the cat and squirrel to the bed undid themselves. Murphy immediately tried to sit up, but some invisible force was still holding him down—at least, until that force made him and Mitzi sit up.

[bunny] brought her open hands down in front of her chest, then moved them toward each other until her thumbs were touching. These gestures pulled Murphy and Mitzi to one side of the bed so that they were seated on the edge, then moved the two friends together until their sides were touching.

“Uh, what’s she doing?” Murphy asked nervously.

“I think she’s playing a game,” Mitzi replied.

“What kind of game?”

“Well, remember when she had that pretend wedding with our plush dolls?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Murphy replied, his triangular nose wrinkling.

“I think this is supposed to be the part after the wedding.”

Murphy’s eyebrows rose. “You mean, like, the honeymoon? Then shouldn’t we be in Barbados or something?”

“No, I mean the wedding night. You know, when the newlyweds go to a fancy hotel and get frisky.”

A hint of a smile appeared on [bunny]’s normally blank face, which Murphy found unsettling as all hell. The red-eyed rabbit turned her palms to face each other and brought them together.

Mitzi felt her body turn at the waist so that she was facing Murphy. Then, simultaneously, her face leaned in toward his as his face leaned toward hers.

Omigosh, are we gonna kiss? Mitzi thought.

And then her lips were pressed against Murphy’s. The cat-boy’s eyes were open in shocked surprise, yet he was kissing her as vigorously as if they were in the final scene of a romcom. 

Mitzi closed her eyes and let it happen. She’d wondered now and then what it would be like to kiss Murphy, and it was actually even nicer than she’d expected. Especially because of the way his body was pressed against hers as they kissed.

[bunny] moved her hands apart, albeit only slightly. Now, Murphy was panting as he looked at Mitzi with huge eyes.

“What the heck was that?!” he exclaimed.

Confused, Mitzi replied, “You didn’t know what kissing is?”

“No, I mean-!”

Before Murphy could finish, [bunny] smacked her palms together, and Murphy and Mitzi abruptly came together again. This time, they kissed passionately, their heads tilting one way and then the other, their hands ardently roaming each other’s backs.

Just as suddenly as she’d brought her hands together, [bunny] pulled them apart. Now, both Mitzi and Murphy were gasping.

A wild tangle of emotions writhed inside Murphy’s chest. The mix of exhilaration and terror was like what he felt in that moment of airtime after leaving the ramp for a jump he wasn’t sure he was going to make. He also felt the burn of anger at [bunny] for making him do this, and he felt bad that Mitzi had to do it too, yet he was glad that it was her and not someone else, and he was angry at himself for thinking that. On top of those were still more feelings, ones Murphy couldn’t easily put a name to, and then there was the shame he felt for having those feelings.

Mitzi, on the other hand, just thought it was kind of neat. Sure, she might have liked to kiss Murphy by the fountain in the park or on a hilltop at sunset instead of in a sewer, but the kissing itself was pretty nice. 

She wondered if [bunny] was going to make them do it again. But instead, as [bunny] gestured at her, Mitzi found herself raising her arms high in the air like the victim of a stickup in a Western.

And then, even though he was clearly trying not to move, Murphy reached over, grasped the hem of Mitzi’s white nightgown, and pulled it up and off her. Now, Mitzi wore only the tiny underwear, and she felt her face go warm with both embarrassment and something else.

Murphy gasped as Mitzi’s hands dropped and his own hands rose, and then she was taking off his white tank top.

“Um, Bunny Girl?” Murphy said pleadingly. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, please don’t do it.” Then he looked at Mitzi and blurted, “What is happening?”

“I, um, I think this is the beginning of the ‘frisky’ part,” Mitzi said.

Murphy couldn’t turn his head, so he looked side-eye at [bunny] as he said, “She’s just a kid. How much could she know about that stuff?”

“Well, you know…” Mitzi replied, “…rabbit.”

“Ohhhhhhh, right.” 

Murphy and Mitzi now stood up on the bed. [bunny] brought them together and made them kiss again, but this time, she had them fondle and squeeze each other’s bottoms, too.

As soon as their lips separated, Mitzi murmured, “Whoooaaaaa…Your butt is kinda…firm…”

“Um, yours too,” Murphy replied, not wanting to fully admit how nice Mitzi’s bottom had felt in his hands.

[bunny] made a new gesture, dropping her hands to her sides and then hooking her fingers as though entwining them in something. Murphy and Mitzi each took hold of the waistband of their undies.

“Aw jeez,” Murphy gasped.

“Wow,” Mitzi said. “This’ll be interesting! We’ve never seen each other nudies before.”

“No, we haven’t seen each other ‘nudies,’” Murphy replied anxiously. “Which I kinda thought was on purpose.”

Try as he might, Murphy could not will his hands to stop as they pushed his black silk boxer shorts down to his knees. Nor could he stop himself from looking at Mitzi as she slid her teensy panties down her legs—even though he knew it was not [bunny] who was compelling him to look.

Mitzi couldn’t help but look at Murphy, either. Especially at the parts she didn’t normally get to see.

“So that’s what your thingy looks like?” the squirrel said. “It’s cute!”

“I…I…” Murphy stammered, “…I don’t think that’s what any guy wants to hear.”

“Well, um, what do you think of my woo-woo?”

“Uh, your what?”

“You know, my girl-thingy.”

Murphy looked down at the little split between Mitzi’s legs and said, “Well, I mean, I can’t see a whole lot, but-”

With two quick gestures, [bunny] made Mitzi leap backward onto the bed, landing so that she was leaning back on her elbows. Then [bunny] spread the young squirrel’s legs wide apart.

“Oh,” Murphy blurted as he gawked. “Wow. There it is.”

Mitzi looked down between her open legs and said, “Um, yup, that’s it.”

With an upward sweep of her arm, [bunny] caused Murphy to rise into the air and rotate until he was completely horizontal and facing down. Then, waving her hand at the wrist, she made him slide forward in the air until he was hovering just a few inches above Mitzi.

“I, uh,” Mitzi said, “I think this is gonna be the main part of the frisky part.” Then, looking down at Murphy’s penis—now hanging stiff beneath him—she said, “Maybe it’ll be…fun?”

“Um,” the floating Murphy gasped, “maybe, maybe it will.”

[bunny] smacked the palms of her hands together and dropped Murphy on top of Mitzi. The cat gasped and the squirrel yelped as Murphy’s hard cock went inside Mitzi’s wet sex.

“Mitzi!” Murphy cried. “I’m sorry! I-!” 

Murphy cut off when [bunny], whose red eyes were locked on him and Mitzi, began to make a rhythmic motion with her hands, slowly but firmly pressing her palms together again and again. This had the effect of making Murphy and Mitzi move against each other such that Murphy’s hard member pulled out of Mitzi’s vagina and pushed back in again and again.

“Wowwwww,” Murphy breathed.

“Yeah,” Mitzi replied, her voice a squeak. “Wow.”

Mitzi had experimented with putting things up her woo-woo before: her finger, two of her fingers, a carrot-shaped pen from her pencil case, and an actual carrot. But none of them had felt even a quarter as good as Murphy’s thingy. It was somehow hard and soft at the same time, and it felt like it was just the perfect size, stretching the walls of her woo-woo enough to feel good but not enough to hurt. And then there was the warmth of his naked body against hers, and the way every muscle in it seemed to flex as he moved.

“Mitzi,” Murphy panted. “Is this…Are you…okay?”

“Yeah,” Mitzi breathed. “Really okay.”

Murphy looked into his bestie’s green eyes—he didn’t have much choice, given that [bunny] seemed to have locked his and Mitzi’s heads in that position—and, to his surprise and relief, he saw nothing but joy there. Not that it took a lot to make Mitzi happy, which was one of the things he especially liked about her, but the fact that she wasn’t upset or freaking out or in pain was a huge load off his mind.

“I’m really glad. Because…because this feels amazing,” Murphy confessed.

Mitzi had already forgotten where she was, and even that it was someone else making her do this. All she could think about now was Murphy’s blue eyes looking into hers, his naked fur against hers, and the sweet sensations that his thingy was giving her in her woo-woo.

“Really amazing,” she murmured. “I just wish we were doing it faster.”

“Me too,” Murphy said.

Neither of them could see [bunny]’s face but the little white rabbit must have liked what her big ears had caught Murphy and Mitzi saying, because she sped up their movements.

“Oh! Omigosh!” Mitzi exclaimed. “That’s really really good!”

“So good,” Murphy said, panting even though he wasn’t doing any of the physical work of moving his body.

[bunny] made them fuck faster and faster, until their bodies were bucking against each other like mad. Mitzi had her eyes squeezed shut so she could focus solely on how good it felt, while Murphy’s eyes were open because seeing Mitzi’s flushed face and parted lips made the fucking sensations feel even better.

“Mitzi…” the cat-boy gasped, “I think…I’m…about…to-” 

“WAAAAAAAH!” Mitzi screamed.

As the young squirrel thrashed orgasmically against her invisible bonds, her pussy squeezed around Murphy’s thrusting cock. The friction was so intense that orgasm hit the boy like a freight train, and he hollered, “AAAAAAAH!”

So occupied had the cat and squirrel been that only now, as they gasped for breath, did they notice that [bunny] had stepped out from behind her podium and approached them. Now, she stood only feet away, gazing with her blank red eyes at the place where Murphy’s cock was still buried in Mitzi’s pussy.

[bunny] raised her hand slowly, and Murphy levitated up off of Mitzi. Something white leaked out of her and dripped onto the bedsheets.

“What’s that?” Mitzi asked.

“Uh, that was, that’s mine,” the floating Murphy replied awkwardly. “That just, um, comes out of me. I…Sorry.”

“No, I like it!” Mitzi piped. “It’s warm!”

Murphy tried to turn his head to look at [bunny], but it seemed she still had complete control of his body and was not letting him move without her say-so. So he was still looking at Mitzi when he spoke to her.

“Um, Rabbit Girl?” he said. “Are we, ah, are we done here?”

And then, for the briefest moment, a hint of a smile flashed on [bunny]’s face.

“Uh-oh,” Murphy murmured.

In an instant, [bunny] turned her left hand over while clawing her fingers, causing Mitzi to flip over and land on all fours on the bed. [bunny] opened the palm of her right hand and swept it up behind her left, and suddenly Murphy was up on his knees behind Mitzi. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw [bunny] wiggle her pinkie finger, and then Murphy’s cock was rock hard again.

Before either Mitzi or Murphy could speak or even make a yelp of surprise, [bunny] slapped her two hands together. Murphy plunged his hard cock back into Mitzi’s pussy, his hands seizing her petite backside at the same time, and then they were fucking doggystyle, hard and fast. 

“Oh! Oh wow! Omigosh!” Mitzi cried. “It’s so soon! And so fast! And so good!”

“Whoa!” Murphy shouted. Barely aware of what he was saying, he cried, “I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you SO HARD!”

“YES!” Mitzi cried. “FUCK ME!”

Despite Murphy having cum just minutes earlier, the intensity of the fucking was too much for him.

“HYAAAAAAAH!” Murphy screamed, his cock pumping like mad inside Mitzi’s pussy even as he came.

“YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSS!” Mitzi shrieked.

When their orgasms finished, [bunny] abruptly pulled her hands apart. The squirrel and the cat collapsed onto the bed, panting.

“I think…I think I…can move now…” Murphy gasped, wiggling the toes of one foot a little. “Except…I can’t.”

“Me neither…” Mitzi panted. “Fucking is…very nice…but…tiring…”

Then she blacked out.

***

“What- What happened?” Murphy said. “How did we get back here?”

Mitzi sat up. Somehow, she was back outside, on the sun-warmed concrete next to the culvert. Murphy was just a few feet away, his skateboard lying upside down next to him.

“And we’re back in our regular clothes,” the squirrel observed.

“Yeah…” Murphy said.

He looked toward the grate where the storm sewer emptied into the culvert. He and Mitzi had to have been somewhere back there, but all he could see beyond the grate was darkness. He turned back to Mitzi, and they both slowly got to their feet.

“So, um,” Murphy said, “we probably shouldn’t mention this to anybody.”

“Nope,” Mitzi agreed.

His tone much less certain than before, Murphy said, “And maybe…maybe we shouldn’t mention it to each other, either.”

“Okay,” Mitzi replied.

To Murphy’s utter surprise, Mitzi threw her arms around him and kissed him. Then she pulled her face away and grinned at him.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” she said, “but I still wanna do it. It’ll probably be even more fun when it’s our idea.”

Murphy blinked and replied, “Uh, sure, yeah, that’s, that’s cool.”

In the darkness beyond the grate, a pair of red eyes blinked, then vanished.

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Author notes:

- This story was partly inspired by the Stephen King novel Misery, in which a romance novelist crashes his car on a lonely road and awakens as the prisoner of a deranged fan. Murphy’s line “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, please don’t do it” is a direct quote from that book.

- The hardest part of this story to write was the dialogue. In the animated shorts, Murphy and Mitzi don’t actually speak very often (never mind [bunny]), so merely having them say more than a sentence or two felt potentially unnatural. But I couldn’t write the story without dialogue, so I just did the best I could to keep their words in character.

- I did a little searching of words kids and parents use for “vagina” to decide what Mitzi calls hers. (I’ve actually done this for a couple of other stories lately, in case you need more evidence of what a perv I am.) “Woo-woo” seems to be pretty popular.

- I am planning to write a sequel at some point, so if you enjoyed this story, stay tuned.