Title: D’oe!
Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name:
Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: F-Dom/F,
oral sex, rimming, water sports, atrocious jokes. Short, shallow, silly. Contains
characters from Hellish Reward II and TODSM.
“Jim-Bob, what’s the plan big fella?”
Jim-Bob turned around from his computer screen to
see his long time friend returning to his bedroom, and then turned back to his
Unreal Tournament screen.
“Are we gonna head down the village and go to the
pub?”
Jim-Bob visibly shuddered, he’d taken his buddy to
the local on karaoke night, where the tuneless rendition of Yellow Submarine
had nearly gotten them both lynched. The locals were simple, country folk and
didn’t mess around. Only Jim-Bob’s family’s status of having one of the larger
farms around had saved them.
His friend turned and looked out across the garden
and valley, some deep seated emotion stirring at the sight of a pollution led
sunset. It was all very beautiful, but Jim-Bob really just wanted to finish
school and go to university, following his dream to be a scientist.
“Let’s go shoot some rabbits. There’s a lot about
this year, most of them are myx resistant.”
The young man turned from the window as the sun
dipped out of sight and said “Don’t you remember what happened last time? I
have the worst aim in the history of the world. Incidentally, someone pissed on
your toilet floor…”
Jim-Bob shuddered anew.
“I’m joking.”
“No. Jokes are funny.
Anyway, I’ll shoot you can watch and go… WHOA! At the appropriate times.”
“Alright Jim, let’s do it.
I got nothing else to do except be needlessly cruel to small furry animals.”
“It’s the countryside
way,” Jim-Bob told him, turning off his computer.
He went and unlocked the
gun-cabinet and took out the battered old farm shotgun, handing a box of shells
to his friend, and found the torch. They headed out into the twilight of the
summer evening.
“You ever hear that old
joke… What’s got 100 balls and fucks rabbits?”
Scratching his head in an
utterly overacted manner, the shell-carrying guy thought about it, and said
“Argus?”
Jim frowned. He didn’t get
the reference. “Uh… No. A shotgun.”
They both chuckled, even
though the joke was so ancient it pre-dated the shotgun. Hell, it was so old
Noah cracked the original version to lighten a dull evening on the Ark.
“What the hell is an
‘Argus?’” Jim-bob asked, ever hungry for knowledge as they climbed the fence at
the back of his house and crossed the old apple orchard.
“Nevermind dude… nice
night for a walk.”
“Nice night for a walk.”
“You know, if we had
girlfriends right now we wouldn’t have to be out shooting rabbits… Alright, I
got one for you… What’s blue and fucks old ladies?”
Jim-Bob knew that joke
too, “Hypothermia.”
“Wrong. Nightcreeper. It’s
Marvel’s greatest secret.”
“I thought the greatest
secret was that the X-Men were crap.”
“How can it be a secret?
Everyone knows that.”
“Oh yeah. This is why I
don’t read comics. Now, shine that torch over there…”
The slightly unshaven guy
raised the torch and ran it slowly around where Jim-Bob directed him, before
shouting “OVER THERE! MOVEMENT!”
Jim-Bob was aghast. He’d
never been aghast before, but felt up to giving it a try. “You… stupid….
Alright. One: That’s a cow. Two: We don’t shout while hunting.”
He met Jim-Bob’s aghast
and raised him an apologetic “Sorry, dude. My uh… sorry.” He squinted. It was
a cow.
“Don’t point the torch
over there, or over there. Just ahead where I showed you.”
“Alright…” They climbed
across another fence, Jim-Bob navigating the single thread of barbed wire at
the top with experience and the other guy coming within an inch of eligibility
for the girl’s showers.
“Alright, dude… down there… there’s a load of them! LITTLE FURRY
BASTARDS! DAFFY DUCK WAS A..”
Jim-Bob was glaring at him
again, and he shrugged “Wasn’t that loud…”
Jim-Bob sighted down the
shotgun, the stock close in against his shoulder. The torch beam was wobbling
about a little, but it made no difference.
The loud bang echoed
around as down the hill shot peppered the rabbits, though most of it was a
little high as his friend distracted him.
“Damn it! You’re really
useless at this!” Jim-Bob told him.
“I’m not a hillbilly!”
came the reply, with a lopsided smile as he raised the torch in front of his
face
“whoooeee! Scary ghost
look! Sca… man. This is lame.”
“Let’s go and see if I got
one.”
Down the hill a small
brown doe rabbit was looking around with a deal of shock. Three bits of shot
had thudded into her, but a great deal more had blown the rabbit that’d been
humping her right off her back. She wriggled her nose in sexual frustration,
robbed of her orgasm.
This was no ordinary
rabbit. As the others turned and fled with the torch light off them, she turned
and began running up the hill, angry eyes set on the two figures.
“Jim-Bob! There’s a rabbit
charging us! Look at that son of a bitch go!”
Jim-Bob assumed it was suffering
from Myxomatosis, though he’d never seen a rabbit with the condition running so
straight. He flipped open the box of shells, and was removing one as the rabbit
changed in front of them. There was now a tall lady standing before
them, looking through golden eyes in an imperious face at the two.
Jim-Bob dropped his
handful of shells and the shotgun, then immediately dropped to pick them up.
The other guy just dropped the torch and ran. He immediately felt bad at
abandoning his friend, turned to look back and ran into a tree knocking himself
unconscious.
“oh shit. Oh shit. Oh
shit” Jim-Bob was on his knees fumbling for shells. She stepped over his fallen
friend and walked over to the exceptionally intelligent farmer’s son, tearing
the shotgun from his hand, and threw it away.
Jim-Bob stopped fumbling
and stared up, looking into eyes that glowed weirdly golden.
“you…you…you…eyes…oh god…”
Jim-Bob was a man of science and he’d just been faced with something beyond
science.
He saw that she appeared
to be wearing a loose fitting long rabbit-skin skirt, and an odd top. Jim
didn’t recognise it as a tunic. She was very beautiful and looked to be in her
mid twenties.
“I…I…” Jim-Bob searched
desperately for a way out. He even considered the old “WHAT’S THAT OVER THERE?”
and running like hell tried and tested standby. Hey, it worked for OJ. His
friend lay unmoving in the grass only feet away. He had little trouble with the
light available.
“I am Lady Cottontail.
You! Who are you?”
“J… Jim-Bob… Look, everyone
shoots rabbits! It’s what we do! They cause problems on the farm and they…
they…” Jim-Bob spoke in a rush, unable to take his gaze from her eyes. He
couldn’t place her accent.
“Boy, you shot my night’s
mate. You wounded my person. You will make amends or you will die. Slowly.
Painfully. With a carrot up your arse.”
“What… what do you want?”
Lady Cottontail, eldest of
the rabbit-spirit immortals, told him.
“You will make amends in
service. You will address me as ‘My Lady’”
Jim-Bob was tall, and
strawberry blonde, and a little on the thin side though with the strength of
most farm workers even though he had only ever worked on it part time.
“Your service will begin.”
She stepped forward, right in front of Jim-Bob. ”Now.”
“What… what do you want?”
She raised a threatening
arm.
“..my lady!” Jim-Bob was
not slow off the mark.
Lady Cottontail, after
whom the cottontail was named and not the other way around, dropped her rabbit
fur skirt to the floor, to reveal her lightly furred pussy. Like her long
flowing hair, it was flecked with white.
“Serve me. I won’t tell
you again.”
Jim-Bob was, despite
having often taken his family dog to be mated with his father, – “Not like
that. You’re disgusting.” – naïve in certain areas. He was not that innocent,
however, and got the point. He had seen a few porno films and it would have
gone very badly for him if he hadn’t also read an article about how they often
showed entirely the wrong technique called the “don’t get in the way of the
fucking camera” method.
He gingerly leaned
forward, to have his head roughly grabbed by the horny rabbit-spirit and pulled
up to her pussy. She rubbed her crotch on his forehead, then tugged off his
glasses and tossed them in the glass. He felt the warm juice and smelt the
heady aroma of her aroused state. His dick bypassed his horrified brain and got
itself good and hard.
He leaned back and began
to lick, quick swipes and then along the length of her lips. The rabbit-spirit
was glaring down, unsmiling, and she began to instruct him, telling how to
lick, and where.
“No!” she slapped him, and
he actually yelped, “Mind your teeth.” He couldn’t hurt her, not immediately
after a change, but there was no point in training him wrongly. She pushed him
down onto his back, and took ahold of his legs pulling them out.
“What the hell are…mmmph!”
Jim-Bob was cut off as she
sat heavily on his face, her thighs each side of his head. He tasted her again,
and began exploring and enjoying her. Her took ahold of her buttocks and groped
the muscle, as he licked, sucked and nibbled on her dripping nether lips.
“Good boy” she told him,
riding his face, as he sucked on her clit and continued eating her as she
rocked gently on his face. His cock was straining against his trousers as she
began to moan. Juice soaked Jim-Bobs face and he eagerly drank as much as he
could before she clenched her thighs about his head and came hard, a fresh wave
of girlcum flooding into his mouth.
He continued licking and
tasting until she pushed his head back against the grass and between her legs,
looked into his eyes.
“Not… Not bad for… your
age.” She told him, “now… I want your agile tongue…”
She moved around, and her
now sweaty ass was right over his mouth.
“…here. Do it servant.”
Jim was incredibly aroused
by simply having a woman on his face, as well as the unnaturally potent scent
of the rabbit-spirits own arousal. He could see her tail poking about her ass,
and reached up to touch it for the first time. Angrily, she slapped his hand
away and pushed her ass right on his mouth.
Jim-Bob kissed her sweaty
buttocks and decided, in for a penny, in for a pound, before licking her
puckered ass. With the strong taste of her juice on her lips and is his mouth
he bearly tasted her sweat as he rimmed her. She was rubbing and fingering her
pussy as Jim-Bob pushed his tongue slightly into her ass. The sensations were
incredible for her as she brought herself off again with Jim-Bob’s face buried
between her had buttocks.
Jim-Bob felt another gush
of juice stain his shirt as her ass contracted around the tip of his tongue. It
seemed an age past before she stood from his face, turned, and glared down at
him again.
“Now. Your Punishment.”
Jim-Bob’s face stung from
her slap, and half remembered historical tortures bothered his imagination. He
couldn’t fight her… he was nothing before this woman.
Holding her pussy lips
slightly open with the fingers of one hand, she directed a warm stream into his
open mouth. Jim-Bob looked directly into her eyes as she filled his mouth, then
swallowed her golden piss down before opening his mouth for more.
When she’d finally drained
her bladder, Jim-Bob was totally degraded and submissive to her will.
“Boy”
“My Lady”
“You have made amends this
night, but do not think I will forget your slight. If I return, you will serve
me again.”
“I serve you My Lady.” It
wasn’t something Jim-Bob would ever have said seriously before, but now he
yearned to serve her.
She turned, pulled her
skirt back on, and walked away. Jim-Bob closed his eyes and eventually slept.
Dawn broke the next
morning as the loud dawn chorus awoke the tree-stunned fellow. He pushed
himself to his feet, rubbed his sore head, and found he couldn’t remember much
of anything from the previous night. He wandered over to see Jim-Bob sleeping
on the field. He was about to wake him when he noticed a nearby animal-water
trough and a couple of plastic buckets. He wondered why they hadn’t been packed
away in a shed as he filled each with the icy-cold water and carried them over
to Jim-Bob
“Hehehehe… Yer already
dew-soaked Jim-Bob… this is too good a chance to miss! I’m such a bastard!”
He upended the first
bucket right over Jim-Bob’s face, the animal-tainted water washing the taste
from Jim-Bob’s mouth as he spluttered awake.
“YOU UNBELIEVABLE BASTARD!
HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” he said, shoving himself to his feet to go after
his already running friend.
“wha…” It… the memories of
the previous night returned. It… Jim-Bob firmly shook his head. It was a
scientific impossibility for a rabbit to become a woman. Blaming the situation
on alcohol, rationalising and ignoring, comforted in the morning light, he set
out running shouting,
“I’M GONNA SEND YOU TO
HELL WHERE YOU BELONG FOR THAT!”
Laughter echoed through
the early morning as nearby in a deep warren, a rabbit again, Lady Cottontail
slept.