"Bunny's Mother"

It may be the future or deep in the past. It's not even our Earth. It's a world where lycanthropy is a fact of life. Bunny Magee feared the full moon. Her mom was a werewolf, and Bunny had to barricade herself against her monthly attacks. It wasn’t her life she needed to protect. Bunny’s mother was possessed by the spirit of a male wolf. When she scented her daughter, it was not food she craved! Month after month, Bunny had to valiantly protect her virginity from her mother’s beastly love!

Bunny’s Mother

By Honey Moon

Bunny Magee awoke with a start. The lovely eighteen year old sat up in the dark, and heard a strange scratching nose. She lit a candle, and trembled at the sight of her doorknob slowly turning back and forth. “Oh Gods!” she whispered. “She’s trying again!”

The blonde bounced out of bed and ran to her bedroom door. It was still locked, but how long would it stay that way? “Oh hell’s teeth, is the moon full tonight? It can’t be!” Not knowing what else to do, the nubile young woman quietly went to her window and gazed up at the round golden moon. “How could I be wrong? I was sure I had another day! I was supposed to go visiting for the week at Patty’s cottage tomorrow!” Bunny had been looking forward to it with eager curiosity. Rumor stated that Patty shunned men, and delighted in pursuing any female visitor unfortunate enough to be there after sunset! Half the women in the village had made that mistake. Quite a few made it on a regular basis! Now Bunny would miss her chance at finding out why the women all spoke so reverently of Patty’s long supple tongue! She grabbed the bars and tugged them. “Blast! There’s no way I can get them off in time!”

“Honey, are you awake?” a deep gravelly voice asked from beyond the door. “Mommy is so warm, why don’t you join me, and we can be warm together?”

“I’m warm enough!” the teen cried. “Mom, go to bed! You know everything will seem different in the morning!”

“Oh baby girl, everything seems just wonderful now! Please open the door!”

“Not on your life! Our times are in harmony this month!”

“Mommy wants to see her pretty little baby!”

“Baby’s the operative word!” the panicking girl whispered. Nana Ogden, the village witch and midwife, had taught her all about the time of blood, and how to count the days of her rhythm. This priceless knowledge had led Bunny into a secret vow towards Andre, the blacksmith’s son. In two months, his birthday happily fell on a day Bunny could enjoy a carefree giving of her innocence. She was determined to gift herself to him the very night he turned eighteen and became a man, with no fear of a growing belly forcing them to be wed! On this night though, she was in serious danger! Mom only got this bad on nights she was ripe to receive a child!