"Bunny's Mother"
Story by cuteycindyhoney
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 wasnât her life she needed to protect. Bunnyâs 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 motherâs beastly love!
Bunnyâs 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. âOh Gods!â she whispered. âSheâs trying again!â
The blonde bounced out of bed and ran to her bedroom door. It was still locked, but how long would it stay that way? âOh hellâs teeth, is the moon full tonight? It canât be!â Not knowing what else to do, the nubile young woman quietly went to her window and gazed up at the round golden moon. âHow could I be wrong? I was sure I had another day! I was supposed to go visiting for the week at Pattyâs cottage tomorrow!â 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 Pattyâs long supple tongue! She grabbed the bars and tugged them. âBlast! Thereâs no way I can get them off in time!â
âHoney, are you awake?â a deep gravelly voice asked from beyond the door. âMommy is so warm, why donât you join me, and we can be warm together?â
âIâm warm enough!â the teen cried. âMom, go to bed! You know everything will seem different in the morning!â
âOh baby girl, everything seems just wonderful now! Please open the door!â
âNot on your life! Our times are in harmony this month!â
âMommy wants to see her pretty little baby!â
âBabyâs the operative word!â 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 blacksmithâs 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!