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Something he'd come to take a liking to over the years. Some even referred to him as one of the best pastry chefs in Bunnyburrow. Plenty folks would stop by for the first time since his opening back in January, and sure enough they'd always come back for more. Baking wasn't just a business for Gideon, it was an art form. He would spend his off days tapping his feet over the oven to his favorite old time country and playing around with recipes. This kind of thing really helped him climb over the rage issues he used to have. He never had much of a creative outlet growing up so he regrettably resorted to taking his problems out on other kids. They've forgiven him now of course, bless their hearts, but he still wishes he had been different.\n\nThe newest work steaming under his flower patterned mitts was his cinnamon-carrot pie, or what he preferred to call, 'Gideon's Cinarrot'. Ever since he partnered up with the Hopps family a little ways down the road he got a lot of fresh carrots from their farm. The pride and care those bunnies took in their produce made everything taste ten times sweeter. Licking his chops Gideon sat down the pan, pulled off his oven mitts, and quickly grabbed a knife to give his new creation a test run. The hot isabelline crust and tawny filling hissed between the knife, gliding through his eardrums with his careful slices. He cradled the piece like a newborn kit and hunkered down the moment it reached his lips. He couldn't hold back a sigh. It was so sweet and silky and the cinnamon was present, but in no way overbearing. Another project well done! Usually when you think of selling a new product it'd be a wise idea to have other people test it's reception. Considering he was incredibly close to the Hopps family, Gideon would occasionally let them try out ideas he'd been tinkering on. They were quite honest folk so if something needed to be changed he could count on them to give constructive criticism. Without taking any time to clean up his work space or taking off his apron he loaded his cinarrot into the back of his pink pie truck, fired it up, and headed off to the Hopps Family Farm.\n\nIt wasn't too far of a drive. Bunnyburrow was a small rural town after all. Only a few power lines and some honks from admirers driving by and he was there. They set up their market stand on the side of the road so it wasn't hard to miss. Everyone in town relied on these guys which meant sometimes lines would stretch over the hills and through the woods. It was early in the day so most people were at work allowing ample parking space, fortunately. Looking out the window he didn't see Mr. and Mrs. Hopps. They had delegated the stand to two of their older children. They raised 276, by the way, so remembering faces and names weren't too easy. They must have been on break back at the house. He rode up along the pathway leading to their home instead. He was greeted with a humble abode that looked to be in great condition. The white timber were properly sided and the roof was re-pitched. Mr. Hopps spent a lot of time repairing loose ends when he inherited the land. He always referred to it as a 'fixer upper'. Stepping out of his truck Gideon pulled out his pie and headed for the front door. He was halted when he noticed Mrs. Hopps on the the far end of the front porch.\n\n\"Mrs. H!\", Gideon shouted. \"I brought y'all a new pie to try out!\"\n\n\"I'll be there in a minute just set it on the kitchen counter!\" , she hollered back. Gideon noticed she was trying to help one of the young ones get rocks out of his nose.\n\n\"Now why did you go and and stick these up here?!\", she scolded. \"This is the fourth time this week!\"\n\n\"They told me to!\", the young bunny replied. His voice sounded like an elephants.\n\n\"Just because someone tells you to do something doesn't mean you have to do it. I've told you this multiple times!\"\n\nGideon walked on and opened up the screen door along with the proceeding regular one and headed inside. The tapping of his feet on the wooden floors echoed through the downstairs hall. The house felt tranquil and welcoming, until he turned the corner and saw something he'd never forget.\n\n\"Gid! Sweet daucus carota!\"\n\nGideon's eyes widened in shock as Mr. Hopps stood in the kitchen fully undressed holding a carton of milk in one hand and a table cloth covering his midsection in another. Gideon couldn't divert his eyes and just stared at Mr. Hopps in a pile up of Adrenalin. The silky brown fur with the peach colored gut Mr. H. sported left Gideon's face red as one of the Hopps' tomatoes. He tired to form a sentence and apologize, but the sight was so pleasant to him for some reason. His heart pounded wondering what Mr.H. looked like under that table cloth.\n\n\"Well don't just stand there, Gid! Turn around! Turn around!\", Mr Hopps pleaded in a wavering tone.\nGideon blinked and almost tripped over his own feet turning himself the other direction. The room felt tiny and his body couldn't stop shivering.\n\n\"I-I just brought pie-I mean I brought y'all a new pie I wanted you test! It's cinnamon and carrot and I know rabbits like carrot uhh.\" Gideon shakily set down the pie on the counter top and tried his best to fight the urge to turn around. \"I'm sorry for the intrusion I'll go! Just call me on my phone! It's a cellphone!.\"\n\nHe dashed out the front door, much to Mrs. Hopps confusion, and quickly hopped back into his truck and drove away from the house. He stopped by the stand to try and collect his thoughts. His breathing was heavy and arrhythmic. He couldn't get the image out of his head. Deep down he was screaming at himself for leaving in a hurry. What if he had gotten to see more! His cock twitched against the tightness of his pants. He didn't think he was gay. Nobody really showed an interest in him, but still. Not to mention Mr. H. was like family. He caught himself massaging the lump between his legs under the steering wheel and jerked his hand back in panic. He needed to go home, but he couldn't just leave so suddenly like this. And maybe if he goes back inside he could see it again. Gideon's hand reverted back to his groin and he ground his palm over his hardening erection. His cock tented his pink apron as he relished in the idea of seeing someone naked in person for the first time. His eyes stared into the endless road in front of him; lost in thought. There was a tap on the door that startled him back to reality.\n\n\"Pardon me, Gideon, is everything alright?\" A soft voice called to him, muffled by glass.\n\nGideon swallowed and rolled down the window to see Mrs. Hopps staring up at him with a concerned look on her face. \"Oh, no, Mrs. H. I'm alright. I just remembered I-I forgot to turn my oven off. I was gonna head back and make sure I did that. Don't want the house to burn down. Thank you.\"\n\nHe gave her an awkward chuckle and she nodded. Gideon straightened up and drove off heading back home. He hoped this was something he would forget in the morning. ","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
"Hoo-boy this smells good"
Gideon had just taken his pie out of the oven that spring morning. Something he'd come to take a liking to over the years. Some even referred to him as one of the best pastry chefs in Bunnyburrow. Plenty folks would stop by for the first time since his opening back in January, and sure enough they'd always come back for more. Baking wasn't just a business for Gideon, it was an art form. He would spend his off days tapping his feet over the oven to his favorite old time country and playing around with recipes. This kind of thing really helped him climb over the rage issues he used to have. He never had much of a creative outlet growing up so he regrettably resorted to taking his problems out on other kids. They've forgiven him now of course, bless their hearts, but he still wishes he had been different.
The newest work steaming under his flower patterned mitts was his cinnamon-carrot pie, or what he preferred to call, 'Gideon's Cinarrot'. Ever since he partnered up with the Hopps family a little ways down the road he got a lot of fresh carrots from their farm. The pride and care those bunnies took in their produce made everything taste ten times sweeter. Licking his chops Gideon sat down the pan, pulled off his oven mitts, and quickly grabbed a knife to give his new creation a test run. The hot isabelline crust and tawny filling hissed between the knife, gliding through his eardrums with his careful slices. He cradled the piece like a newborn kit and hunkered down the moment it reached his lips. He couldn't hold back a sigh. It was so sweet and silky and the cinnamon was present, but in no way overbearing. Another project well done! Usually when you think of selling a new product it'd be a wise idea to have other people test it's reception. Considering he was incredibly close to the Hopps family, Gideon would occasionally let them try out ideas he'd been tinkering on. They were quite honest folk so if something needed to be changed he could count on them to give constructive criticism. Without taking any time to clean up his work space or taking off his apron he loaded his cinarrot into the back of his pink pie truck, fired it up, and headed off to the Hopps Family Farm.
It wasn't too far of a drive. Bunnyburrow was a small rural town after all. Only a few power lines and some honks from admirers driving by and he was there. They set up their market stand on the side of the road so it wasn't hard to miss. Everyone in town relied on these guys which meant sometimes lines would stretch over the hills and through the woods. It was early in the day so most people were at work allowing ample parking space, fortunately. Looking out the window he didn't see Mr. and Mrs. Hopps. They had delegated the stand to two of their older children. They raised 276, by the way, so remembering faces and names weren't too easy. They must have been on break back at the house. He rode up along the pathway leading to their home instead. He was greeted with a humble abode that looked to be in great condition. The white timber were properly sided and the roof was re-pitched. Mr. Hopps spent a lot of time repairing loose ends when he inherited the land. He always referred to it as a 'fixer upper'. Stepping out of his truck Gideon pulled out his pie and headed for the front door. He was halted when he noticed Mrs. Hopps on the the far end of the front porch.
"Mrs. H!", Gideon shouted. "I brought y'all a new pie to try out!"
"I'll be there in a minute just set it on the kitchen counter!" , she hollered back. Gideon noticed she was trying to help one of the young ones get rocks out of his nose.
"Now why did you go and and stick these up here?!", she scolded. "This is the fourth time this week!"
"They told me to!", the young bunny replied. His voice sounded like an elephants.
"Just because someone tells you to do something doesn't mean you have to do it. I've told you this multiple times!"
Gideon walked on and opened up the screen door along with the proceeding regular one and headed inside. The tapping of his feet on the wooden floors echoed through the downstairs hall. The house felt tranquil and welcoming, until he turned the corner and saw something he'd never forget.
"Gid! Sweet daucus carota!"
Gideon's eyes widened in shock as Mr. Hopps stood in the kitchen fully undressed holding a carton of milk in one hand and a table cloth covering his midsection in another. Gideon couldn't divert his eyes and just stared at Mr. Hopps in a pile up of Adrenalin. The silky brown fur with the peach colored gut Mr. H. sported left Gideon's face red as one of the Hopps' tomatoes. He tired to form a sentence and apologize, but the sight was so pleasant to him for some reason. His heart pounded wondering what Mr.H. looked like under that table cloth.
"Well don't just stand there, Gid! Turn around! Turn around!", Mr Hopps pleaded in a wavering tone.
Gideon blinked and almost tripped over his own feet turning himself the other direction. The room felt tiny and his body couldn't stop shivering.
"I-I just brought pie-I mean I brought y'all a new pie I wanted you test! It's cinnamon and carrot and I know rabbits like carrot uhh." Gideon shakily set down the pie on the counter top and tried his best to fight the urge to turn around. "I'm sorry for the intrusion I'll go! Just call me on my phone! It's a cellphone!."
He dashed out the front door, much to Mrs. Hopps confusion, and quickly hopped back into his truck and drove away from the house. He stopped by the stand to try and collect his thoughts. His breathing was heavy and arrhythmic. He couldn't get the image out of his head. Deep down he was screaming at himself for leaving in a hurry. What if he had gotten to see more! His cock twitched against the tightness of his pants. He didn't think he was gay. Nobody really showed an interest in him, but still. Not to mention Mr. H. was like family. He caught himself massaging the lump between his legs under the steering wheel and jerked his hand back in panic. He needed to go home, but he couldn't just leave so suddenly like this. And maybe if he goes back inside he could see it again. Gideon's hand reverted back to his groin and he ground his palm over his hardening erection. His cock tented his pink apron as he relished in the idea of seeing someone naked in person for the first time. His eyes stared into the endless road in front of him; lost in thought. There was a tap on the door that startled him back to reality.
"Pardon me, Gideon, is everything alright?" A soft voice called to him, muffled by glass.
Gideon swallowed and rolled down the window to see Mrs. Hopps staring up at him with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, no, Mrs. H. I'm alright. I just remembered I-I forgot to turn my oven off. I was gonna head back and make sure I did that. Don't want the house to burn down. Thank you."
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