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Bunnygirl Ch. 01

By: cellophanesmile



(Note: This story is a sequal to "Snakeboy," but it can also stand on its own. And thank you for your feedback, I really like to know how I'm doing. I hope you enjoy. ~cellophanesmile:) 

 Zachary looked down at the baby girl in his hands, and his heart was overwhelmed with love. He had hoped the baby would be normal, like her mother, because he knew the hardships in life brought on by being different. But even with her differences, she was still the most beautiful baby girl Zachary had ever seen. 

While Zachary resembled a snake, this little girl resembled a bunny. She had light, peach fuss fur covering most of her body. Everywhere really, except if faded off, leaving her face and a portion of her neck with smooth skin. Her features were all human, except for a tiny, pink bunny rabbit nose. She had huge blue eyes, and long black lashes, even as a baby. And the ears growing out of the top of her head were long and floppy, like a rabbit. She also had a little, white tail just above her butt. 

"She's beautiful, and so tiny," Zachary said, feeling his wife come up behind him. 

"And I can already tell you are going to spoil her to death," Annabelle said leaning on his shoulder, reaching out her hand to stroke the baby's head. 

Zachary bent down and kissed his daughter's forehead, before turning and kissing his wife gently on the lips. 

"So what shall we call her?" Zachary asked. 

"How about Harley?" 

"From the hare's meadow. Well, it suites her."

Zachary and Annabelle looked down at their baby daughter, the happiest parents in the world. 

***

Tears were streaming down Harley's face, as she lay tied up and in the back of a wagon. It pained her to think that only a half an hour before, she had been freely roaming the woods, as carefree as she had ever been. 

Then out of nowhere, she had been grabbed from behind. A gag was shoved in her mouth and she was forced to the ground, where her ankles and wrists were tied. She had just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago, but she was extremely small for her age, and had no chance of fighting the muscled men away. 

"I can't believe it. This girl should bring us a nice bonus," the man who had grabbed her was saying to his companion. Harley longed to ask who they were and what they wanted from her, but could only moan around the gag. 

She lay in the bumping wagon, wondering where they were taking her. Her parents would be worried. They had always kept her away from other people, to protect her. And now she was kidnapped, all the careful guarding for naught. 

Harley watched the passing scenery. She watched as they passed the last familiar landscape, and traveled into unfamiliar land. They must have gone for over two hours, before her kidnappers finally stopped.

They were in some sort of camp. There were a lot of people and horses mulling around, and colorful wagons and carts parked in a sort of incomplete circle. There were also numerous tents set up. 

"Get the boss," she heard one of her kidnappers say, "Tell him we might have a new addition." 

"Yeah, yeah." She didn't see the speaker, but assumed he was leaving to get their leader. The men pulled her out of the back of the wagon, the one holding her up while the other cut the bonds at her ankles. 

No sooner was she free, than she kicked her feet out violently. Not aiming, but trying to get any part of the man she could reach. The one that untied her feet, jumped back after being kicked in the shoulder, and she turned her attention to the one holding her. 

The tried to kick back, to hit his legs, and she thrashed about violently. Despite her spasmodic struggle, however, the man's grip did not loosen on her one bit. She let out a scream of frustration that was muffled by the gag. 

"What is going on here?" she heard a deep and uncompromising voice demand. She ceased her struggles to look at the speaker, noticing that a few of the other inhabitants of the strange camp had stopped to look at the scene as well.

"Here's a new addition, Cal. Half girl, half rabbit," the one holding her said proudly, obviously waiting to be rewarded for the find. 

The man they called Cal walked slowly over to her. He touched one of her ears, that could be seen hidden among her mass of hair. He lifted it up, running his thumb over the incredibly soft fur that covered the back of it. Harley made a sound of protest, but it was unintelligible, due to the gag. 

He followed her long ear up to her head, pushing her curly blonde hair aside to examine where the ear was attached. Apparently satisfied with what he found, he moved his hand down to her face. He ran his hand over her little, pink nose. She glared at him icily. 

Next, he ran his hands over the light fuzz at the base of her neck. Then pulled the collar of her gown down over her shoulder, baring it to his gaze. She gave a short instinctive struggle, but stopped, realizing the futility of it. He touched her shoulder, feeling the soft fur there.

"Good work boys," Cal said, "She's wonderful. Where did you get her?"

"We just seen her walking along the forest, sir. We wasn't sure we was seeing right at first, but we got closer, and sure enough, a little bunny-girl. We couldn't believe our luck, so we just picked her up and took her with us, then." 

"You did good."

Harley stared at him resentfully. What did they want her for? What were they planning on doing?

"I'll just take her now, talk to her," Cal said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. 

"We're gonna get a finder's fee, right boss?" the one shouted after them. 

"Don't worry, you'll be compensated fairly," Cal called back, not turning around. 

Harley couldn't see where he was taking her, due to the position she was in, hanging over his shoulder, but she knew he had walked into a tent. He set her onto her feet. 

"Now don't try to run away, girlie," he said warningly. Harley just stood there, not agreeing but not protesting, either. He untied the ropes at her wrists, then gently removed the gag from her mouth. 

Harley didn't say anything right away, she just rubbed her wrists, and glared at him accusingly. 

"I suppose you want to know who we are." 

Harley felt a wave of rebellion run through her. She wasn't just scared anymore, now she was angry. 

"I don't give a damn who you are, I just want you to release me this instant," she said in her most haughty voice. 

"That's not going to happen sweetheart, so you better just get used to the idea of staying with us for a long time." 

"I'm not going to stay with you, the first chance I get I'm out of here."

Cal just looked exasperated. "Well then I guess I better keep a close personal eye on you, to make sure you don't escape."

"Why are you keeping me here? What do you want with me?" Harley demanded angrily.

"My dear, I thought you didn't give a damn who we were," he said smugly.

"I've changed my mind, damn it. Who are you?"

The man just laughed good-naturedly. "I'm Calhoun Jacobs, most call me Cal, and I run the show here. And since you, little rabbit, are now part of the show, I guess that means I run you."

Harley snorted. "What show?"

"A Collection of Extraordinary and Magical Creatures and People."

"Too bad, I'm neither extraordinary or magical."

He reached out and caressed her cheek, "I would beg to differ, sweetheart." 

Harley jerked back from his touch. She slowly turned around, and unthreateningly moseyed about the tent. It was very sparse, hardly anything in it, just a cot, a wooden chest with a lamp on it, a small suitcase. 

She looked back at him, and he was staring at her with a half grin on his face. She ran her hand over the chest, letting her fingers casually graze the lamp. She walked closer to him, and felt a small, heavy metal box sitting on a suitcase. Then without any warning, she picked it up and struck it down as hard as she could at his head. 

Before the box made contact, however, her wrist was caught in a rough grip. 

"Don't do that," he said threateningly. Harley felt a fear wash over her at the deadly anger in his eyes, when only a moment before he had seemed practically harmless. The grip on her wrist hardened painfully, and she let the box drop to the floor. 

"Please," she begged, her wrist was twisted harshly. Cal released her forcefully, and she stumbled back a step. 

"What's your name little rabbit?" he asked after a minute of collecting his emotions.

Harley refused to answer him, just glaring. Who did he think he was?

"Answer me," he demanded. 

"None of your business," she said defiantly back. 

Cal stalked angrily up to her. "I beg to differ, little one. You are mine now, you are my business," he said cruelly. He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers digging into her soft flesh roughly. "The sooner you learn to obey, the better."

"I don't belong to you or anyone," she said despite her fear, her chin rising proudly. 

"We'll see about that." He grabbed the neckline of her dress, ripping it viciously right down the center. 

"What are you doing?" Harley said jumping back, holding her torn gown together over her chest. 

"I'm examining my property." He pulled her back to him, grabbing for her torn dress again. Harley fought to keep the dress to her body, trying to get away from his ruthless hands. 

"Stop," she begged, but he made no mention to even having heard her, and he continued his rough handling. Eventually, he had the dress so ripped, that no amount of desperate grabbing or squirming by Harley could keep it on her body, it fell in rags to the floor. 

After that, the thin, white shift she wore was torn from her with painful ease. Harley kept an arm over her breasts and a hand over her pussy, trying to protect her nakedness from his invading gaze. He looked at her with some amusement as she desperately tried to cover herself. 

"You beast," she accused passionately, anger and humiliation mixed in her voice. 

He didn't even blink an eye, simply grabbed her arms and moved them forcefully away from her body, then held them in his rough grasp, preventing her from covering herself. 

She was naked and completely exposed to his unrelenting stare. She shook with her rage as he held her immobile. 

"So you have this soft fur everywhere," he said conversationally, "How delightful." He held her wrists in one strong hand, and used his free one run over her stomach. 

She squirmed away from his touch. He slowly ran his hand up her stomach, coming dangerously close to her breast.

"Please," she begged, "Let me go."

He stopped his hand's slow assent, no doubt to molest her tender breasts, but he didn't release his hold on her. Instead, he turned her around, so he still held her wrists, but her back was open to his view. 

"Such delicate shoulders," he commented, and Harley could feel his hands run over them. "And such a slender waist." 

"Oh, and what a delightful surprise," he said upon seeing her little, fluffy white tail, positioned right above her butt crack. He petted it with his hand, and Harley hated the arrogant way in which he held her body, touching her wherever he pleased. 

"I'm leaving for a moment," he said releasing her from his grasp, and she immediately put her arms back up covering herself. 

He chuckled. "No need to do that, I've already seen all of you. And don't try to run away, even you can't be so stupid to attempt it in your birthday suite." He left the tent grinning.

Harley stood there, feeling a burning hatred run through her body. This man was the devil himself, she had to escape. She ran over to her dress, but soon realized that there was no possible way she could even attempt to don the shreds of fabric that were left of it. 

She looked around for something to cover herself. The suitcase. She hurried over to it, hoping there would be clothes inside, but was distressed to find the thing locked. Oh what to do, what to do? Her eyes wondered to the cot in the corner, ah ha. She grabbed the blanket up off the bed, and quickly wrapped it around her body, cocooning herself in it. 

She didn't go to the opening of the tent, knowing the crowd of people that would be standing outside, including her two kidnappers, which she was sure would be all to happy to stop her flight. 

She knelt down at the other end of the tent, lifting up the bottom and peering under. There didn't seem to be anyone that way, but she couldn't really be sure. Oh well, there was no time to waste, he could be back at any minute. Without further hesitation, she lifted the tent just enough to roll under it, quickly getting to her feet on the other side. 

She looked around to see if anyone had seen her escape, and breathed a sigh of relief that the only witnesses were trees. She readjusted the blanket around herself, then knew she had to get away as fast as possible, she took off in a run. 

She saw a forest a short distance away, and thought that if she could only get to that before he came looking for her, she could hide there, and he wouldn't know where she had gone. She didn't stop to think about her plans after that, how she would get home. One thing at a time. 

She hiked the blanket up above her knees, and ran as fast as her feet would take her. So close, so close. 

"Stop!" she heard the shout behind her. Her heart plummeted to her feet, it was to late, he had seen her. Her mind told her that she might as well stop, there was no chance at escaping now, but her adrenalin and fear wouldn't let her. She kept running wildly for the forest. 

"Stop this instant, you little fool!" he yelled after her, closer than he had been a few moments ago. 

She was in the forest. She wove her way around the trees, but was forced to slow down due to all the branches sticking out, occasionally scraping her body, and the rough dirt and rocks under her bare feet, stones digging into her tender flesh. 

She didn't stop, however, refusing to give up. She kept running desperately. She could hear him behind her, separated by the thick foliage, but too close for comfort.

One particularly evil branch grabbed Harley's blanket as she was running past, snagging it and refusing to let go. Harley desperately grabbed it with both her hands, tugging wildly at it, but it didn't budge.

She could hear him getting closer, and panicked, abandoning her blanket and taking off in a run again. She ran naked through the forest, but didn't give it a second thought. All she wanted to do was escape this man. 

She was hysterical now, the only thing running through her mind was she could not get caught. She stumbled and fell, landing roughly on her hands and knees, but scrambling up again just as quickly. 

She staggered through the forest as fast as she could, feeling herself get weaker by the second. Then all of a sudden, she was imprisoned in a pair of strong arms. She screamed and lashed out weakly, tears rolling down her face. 

"You little idiot," he admonished angrily, shaking her, "What did you plan on doing once you escaped? Naked as a jaybird?"

But Harley wasn't listening, she was just sobbing uncontrollably. She had gone limp in his arms, all the fight gone out of her. He saw the scratches and scrapes on her body, her knee bleeding from when she fell. "Look what you did to yourself," he said gruffly, some of the anger having left his voice. 

He took off his jacket, placing it around her shoulders. It was still warm from his body heat, and Harley felt strangely safe and cozy with the thing wrapped around her. Tears were still running down her face as he lifted her up into his arms, but her heart-wrenching sobs had ceased. 

She let herself be carried in his strong arms, feeling strangely peaceful in them. She was too exhausted to worry about the fact that the man she had so desperately been trying to escape a few moments before, was now giving her such comfort. 

She let her eyes close and her head rest against his shoulder, and she was asleep before they had even left the clearing. 

***

Cal looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. She was so tiny and delicate, too small to take care of herself. He felt a protectiveness wash over him like he had never felt for anyone else. 

He thought back to when he had first returned to the tent and found it empty. He saw his blanket was missing, and knew she was trying to escape. He felt anger, that she had defied him. He didn't think that she would risk running out barely clothed at all, and he guessed he underestimated her. But he also felt an immediate worry that he had not expected. 

She was alone, and would be wondering the streets naked except for a blanket to cover her. He didn't even want to think of the horrible things that could happen to her, what would happen if she came across the wrong crowd, if some ruthless men found her all alone trying to get home. 

He had desperately run out of the tent, searching for her with his eyes, the only thing he could think was his urgent need to find her, to bring her back to where she would be safe. 

He had seen her wrapped in his blanket, running head long into the woods. He had taken off after her, now that he knew where she was, his anger had gotten the better of him. He had envisioned all the ways he would punish her for this little stunt, but when had found her naked and crying, his anger had slowly left him. 

She was a little idiot, with no way to protect herself, but she wouldn't have to anymore, she would have him.

Bunnygirl Ch. 02



"What do you mean my granddaughter's missing?" shouted the king, Annabelle's father.

"Oh, daddy." Annabelle collapsed into her father's arms, crying miserably. "She just disappeared, disappeared."

"Shh," her father said, enfolding her into his embrace. 

Her mother had taken the news of Harley's absence in surprised silence, and still seemed to not believe it, standing there in shock. Zachary stood next to her, brooding angrily, a permanent scowl on his face since his daughter had gone missing. 

"She wouldn't just leave without telling anyone, she wouldn't do that. Something must have happened. Oh father, what if she was kidnapped, what if she's hurt or scared?" Annabelle cried. 

"I'll call all the men to go search for her immediately," her father said striding out of the room, perfectly confident that they would find her. 

Annabelle stood forlornly minus the absence of her father's strong arms, but soon Zachary wrapped her up in his, holding her tightly. 

"Uncle Zachary, Aunt Annabelle," sixteen-year-old Olive strolled into the room cheerfully, but wavered when she saw Annabelle's tear-streaked face, and her mother's stark white one.

"What's going on? Where's Harley?" 

Olive and Harley were best friends, not just because they rarely ever met anyone else close to their age, but also because they did genuinely get along.

At the question, Annabelle burst into a whole new set of tears, and Zachary held her tighter stroking her hair. 

"Harley's missing right now, sweetheart, but don't worry, we're going to do everything we can to find her."

"What do you mean Harley's missing?" Olive demanded, looking back and forth between their troubled faces. 

"Oh, come here Olive," the queen said opening her arms, speaking for the first time since she heard of Harley's absence. Olive walked into her grandmother's arms. "Everything will be all right," the queen muttered, trying to comfort herself more than the stunned girl in her arms.

***

Harley stirred uncomfortably, her muscles were sore, and she seemed to be just one giant ache. She didn't open her eyes, just wanting to sleep a little longer, and she snuggled her face into her pillow. 

But then she heard a distant noise, and she reluctantly opened her eyes. Where was she? Harley could feel the instant panic before she remembered what happened, being kidnapped, her wild escape attempt, that hateful man carrying her home. 

She turned over, and found herself looking directly into his face. Harley automatically snapped her eyes shut again. 

Cal laughed. "Nice try, but I know you're awake."

Harley opened her eyes to glare at him.

"Okay, sleepyhead, first thing's first, tell me your name." 

"I want to get dressed," she said instead of answering his question. 

"Tell me your name, and then you can get dressed."

"Harley."

"Harley," he repeated her. "Don't try to escape like that again," the harsh warning tone in his voice made Harley look away. 

"You said I could get dressed."

"Here." He handed her a gown, nice, but practical. 

"Turn around," she demanded when he just stood there watching her. She could feel that she was naked under the covers, and she would be damned before she would give him the satisfaction of changing in front of him. 

"Harley dear, I've already seen all your charms, there's really no point to your modesty now," but despite his words, he turned around, crossing his arms against his chest. Harley got out of bed and quickly donned the dress he had given her, noting how the dirt had been washed from her body, her cuts cleaned. 

"Okay," she said when she was dressed, prompting Cal to turn back around. 

"You look very beautiful clothed, my sweet, but I think I do prefer you naked and wild, running free like a little rabbit through the forest," he told her, and she blushed bright red. 

"Here," he said gesturing to a small table with a plate of food sitting on it, that she hadn't noticed before, "Come eat some breakfast."

Harley glared at him, stubbornly refusing to move. Did he think she would just ignore his rude remarks? Just let him make fun of her and be a docile little captive?

"Harley," he said warningly. Harley didn't like the way he was using her name, it was much too familiar, and she found herself wishing she hadn't told him what it was. 

She crossed her arms, and wouldn't of moved at all if he hadn't walked over and forcibly pushed her the short distance and into the chair in front of the small table. 

"Now eat," he told her, but she kept her arms crossed against her chest. Despite her spontaneous act of resistance, with the food sitting directly in front of her, and the smell wafting up to her nose, she was painfully aware of the emptiness of her stomach, and wished she hadn't started this foolish hunger strike. Now that she had, though, she couldn't give in and eat, her pride wouldn't let her, no matter how hungry she was. 

"Come on little rabbit, I know you must be hungry," and as if on cue, her stomach let out a loud rumble, prompting a hearty chuckle from Cal. 

"So now I know you're hungry. What is it? Do you want me to feed you?" and as he said it, he lifted a bit-size piece of bread and placed it at her tightly closed lips. Harley turned her head away from the food. 

Cal knelt down beside her seated form, so his head was level with hers, and he suddenly gripped her head, turning it to face him, and she found herself staring directly into his eyes, mere inches from hers. Before she could react, however, he was kissing her! Harley had never been kissed before, and was taken by such utter surprise, she didn't have time to react, or even think. 

No sooner had the kiss started, than it was over, and his lips were replaced by a soft piece of bread. In her state of surprise, he was able to push the bread past her docile mouth with ease.

Harley was going over what just happened in her mind. The kiss was so short there was really no time to enjoy it, but she was surprised to discover that it wasn't at all an unpleasant sensation. His lips were soft and quite pleasant, and she was left with the overwhelming desire to kiss him again. 

Realizing what she had just thought, she was jerked back to reality, only to find him staring at her with a knowing grin on his face. She also realized that without even thinking about it, she had chewed and swallowed the bread he had forced into her mouth. 

"How dare you," she stood up indignantly, knocking the chair over behind her. 

"What?" he asked innocently from his kneeling position, looking up at her. 

"What do you mean what? How dare you kiss me? You can't just go around kissing people!"

"Says who?" he asked her with that insufferable grin he was wont to do, that simply drove Harley crazy.

"Me!" she shouted, emphasizing her point by picking up the plate of food and throwing it directly at Cal's head. It hit him directly on the forehead with a dull thud that gave Harley only a moment of satisfaction, before she stared at him with horror. 

The plate had tumbled to the ground, the food laying in forgotten disarray on the grass. And from his head leaked a small trickle of blood. Harley gasped. "I-I'm sorry," she sputtered out, not knowing if she should go try to help him or run away. In the end she just stood where she was. 

Cal stood up, the blood trickling down over the scowl of his eyebrows. He just shook his head, "Come on," he said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he had done once before, "Just a few last minute packing and the camp's ready to leave."

"Come on people, we're out of here," he shouted to the general crowd outside the tent. Everyone seemed to hustle to leave, and Cal tossed her onto a seat on a wagon before sitting next to her. 

"Calhoun, what happened to your head?" came a female's voice, though Harley couldn't see the speaker. 

"Tripped," was Cal's reply while he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, winking at Harley as he did so. She frowned and looked away, crossing her arms petulantly, as he started the horses moving. 

"You can tell me when you get hungry," he told her, "I promise to feed you, but only if you promise not to throw any more dishware at me."

Harley kept her face turned to the scenery, feeling the emptiness in her belly. She told herself he only got what he deserved, but then why did she feel so guilty? Her stomach rumbled again, and she realized that she had only succeeded in making herself suffer more.



Bunnygirl Ch. 03



Harley could feel herself shiver, the hair raise on the back of her neck. The cold bars were containing her in her tiny metal prison, and despite its diminutive size, she was only taking up about a quarter of it. She had her slim frame squeezed into a little ball in one corner, just waiting. 

Then eventually some people appeared, though Harley was too busy covering her eyes to notice them, until one of them spoke. 

"What is she?" a young boy asked.

"Can't you tell? She's half bunny half girl. Look at the ears," his companion replied. 

"How wonderful. Come here rabbit, show us your face, we want to see your whiskers."

This only made Harley squeeze tighter into her ball and eventually they got bored and left. 

"I can see your not going to be cooperative." 

She knew that voice, and before she could stop herself she looked up at the familiarity of it. 

"You are an attraction now, at least let them see your face," Cal smiled coolly. 

Harley whipped her head around and turned her back to him, trying to prevent the angry tears that were welling in her eyes from falling down her face. What did he know? She was and would never be some damn attraction. 

"Fine if you refuse to show your body we shall show it for you," and with that he left. 

Harley could feel the cold sweat roll down her back. What did he mean by that last comment? Surely he wouldn't... he couldn't possibly... Harley stopped herself from thinking about it. She put her head on her knee and ignored everyone for the rest of the night. 

"Honey, if you're gonna half that sour puss attitude, you're just gonna make it harder for yourself here," a high pitch voice from behind her said. 

Harley, curious, turned around to see the speaker. There stood the strangest human Harley had ever seen. Half was woman, long flowing hair, a large perky breast, thin, trim leg, and if only that half was viewed, she would be completely drop dead gorgeous. And as beautiful as the right half of her was, the left half was just as handsome. His hair was trimmed short, a mustache only took up the left side of his face, his arm and leg were muscular. 

He/she was wearing a tight piece of clothing, leaving all limbs exposed, half was sparkly and feminine and half was black and manly. "Now honey, aren't you just the cutest thing. I can see why Calhoun has taken such a liking to you."

Harley just stared, not saying anything, only mildly in the back of her mind did she recognize she was being rude, but that part of her just didn't care. 

"I've made you something to wear that will properly show off all your assets in all the right ways. I'm kind of the unofficial seamstress here. I have experience since I have to make all my own clothes." She spun around with her arms spread out, showing off the garment she was currently wearing. 

"Come on now, let's get you out of there," she said, simply pulling on the lock and opening the door. Harley stared in amazement and mild anger; the door hadn't even been locked the whole time? Then what with the rouse of even having a lock?

"Come on now, don't be shy," the strange person waved their hand into the cage, beckoning Harley forward. She scooted out of the cage, coming to stand next to the half man half woman. 

"Oh, how silly of me to have forgotten to introduce myself. I'm V, and I already know who you are, Harley. Everyone is really curious about you. Come on now," she waved again when she realized that Harley hadn't been following her.

"Right through here," she said, opening a tent flap and leading her across the little clearing. Before, when Cal had led her, she had been too concentrated on him to notice anyone else, but now she took the time to look around. At first glance they looked to be just a normal group of people, but anyone could plainly see the oddballs mixed in; the bearded lady, the midget, the strongest man.

Harley passed two men whom she recognized as the ones who kidnapped her, and they at least had the decency to avoid her eyes. 

"Here's where I stay," V said opening up a little trailer and hustling Harley inside. There was fabric and thread strewn about everywhere, not to mention the piles and piles of clothes stacked up, filling the room to its capacity. 

Harley found a little space for herself among the jumble, standing there awkwardly. "Okay, now just let me see where I put that," V said rifling through the piles, fabric flying this way and that. "Oh, yes, over here," she said suddenly standing up and going to the other corner of the room, and instantly lifting up a little scrap of baby blue. 

"What's that?" Harley asked. 

"What's this? Silly, it's your costume," V announced proudly, shoving it at Harley, "Try it on and see how it fits, I'm pretty good at guessing sizes, but I can alter it if need be." 

Harley took the little thing and held it up. Upon closer inspection, she realized that it was two pieces. The top looked like a corset, but so short that there was no way it would even cover her belly button, and the bottoms looked like men's trousers, except unthinkably tight and short, barley long enough to cover her. The whole thing was decked out in lace and fancy embroidering; it would really be quite nice if there were only more of it. 

"I can't wear this," Harley said, trying to hand it back to V. 

"Don't be silly," V said, "Of course you can, you have the figure for it." 

"No, really, I appreciate you making it, but I couldn't." 

"Come on, I'll show you how to put it on." V reached out to grab Harley's shoulders.

"No!" Harley shouted nervously stepping back, despite the fact that half of V was a woman, she couldn't ignore the other half that was all man. 

"Fine it you don't want my help, but try it on anyway." Harley couldn't help but notice the way V's voice had gotten suspiciously lower, but since it had gone back to normal and instant later, she didn't think anything of it. 

"Don't be shy, dear, we're both girls here, my male half is just for show really." 

Harley still felt uneasy, but V had been so nice to her, she hesitantly started removing her dress, after all, she had acted like a woman the whole time.

She slipped out of her dress and unbuttoned her petticoat, pushing it down to her waist. She hesitated before taking it off completely, though, not liking the way V was looking at her with greedy eyes. Just then, however, the door burst open. 

Harley squeaked and threw her arms over her breasts. 

"Calhoun, you should really nock before barging in somewhere uninvited, you never know what ladies are doing inside." 

"Nice try, Victor, I saw the way you were looking at her. You shouldn't take advantage of Harley's ignorance concerning your situation."

Harley was busy pulling her dress back over herself when she heard V let out a deep, rich, manly laugh. Harley looked over at her in surprise. 

"Come on, you can't blame a man for trying, can you? Especially when the opportunity presents itself so delightfully."

"Come on Harley," Cal said holding out his hand for her, she walked over to him, but didn't take his outstretched hand. Cal noticed Harley's costume lying on the floor where she used to be standing, and he bent down and picked it up, shoving it in his pocket. 

"Thanks for the costume V," he said putting his hand behind Harley's back and leading her out of the trailer. 

Harley felt confused and embarrassed as she followed Calhoun back to his tent. 

"That was V, as you probably know, short for either Victor or Violet." He looked at Harley to gage her reaction to this news, but her face was impassive, "V has a double personality, one man, one woman. They change back and forth without rhyme or reason, but over time you'll be able to tell which one you're talking to based on their characteristics. I still wouldn't take my clothes off in front of either of them though."

Harley glared at him, "Well I didn't know."

"Of course not," Cal said gently, and they both walked into his tent. It was set up exactly the same as the last one was, and she almost half expected the same forest she ran through to be positioned behind it. "But you still have to try this on," he said pulling her outfit out of his pocket and trying to hand it to her. 

"I absolutely will not," she said defiantly.

"Come on Harley," she could hear the weariness in his voice, "You were about to try it on five minutes ago."

"Well I've changed my mind."

"Harley, you get your furry little butt into this right now!"

"No!"

"That's it," Cal marched over to her grabbing her dress and tearing it down the middle. He couldn't believe that he was doing this again, but she drove him to it. 

Harley screamed and shoved at his shoulders, but she was no match for him. He continued doing what he wanted as if she were making no protest at all, ripping her petticoat off her body. 

"Stop it," she said, punching and clawing wherever she could reach. 

"Calm down," he said, but she continued to scream and struggle. Cal sat down on the little bed that was behind him, forcing her over his knees. 

"Let me go!"

He gave her a rough smack on her exposed behind. She screamed furiously, increasing her struggles, but he just spanked her again. 

Soon she was exhausted, lying limply across him. Cal stopped spanking her as soon as she stopped struggling, and when he was sure she wasn't going to start again, he rolled her over onto the bed. 

She laid there staring up at him, naked and wary, and he picked up her outfit. Pulling her up into a sitting position, he gently guided her arms through the straps attached to the top of the corset-like thing, pulling it closed around her breasts and buttoning it shut. 

Harley stared at his hands as he worked over the delicate buttons. She couldn't help but like the way they barely brushed her skin. When he was done, done he let the back of his hands run down her stomach, over her belly button. 

He pushed her back against the bed, and stood up with the bottoms, sliding them up her legs and securing them in place around her hips. She was right that they would barley cover her butt. 

"That's not so bad, now is it?" 

Harley didn't respond. 

"Come on, little rabbit, you'll get used to it," he said, placing his hands under her armpits and lifting her up off the bed, standing her in front of him. She looked positively sinful in that skimpy little outfit. Cal ran his hand over the fuzz on her lower back, down over her tail and butt. 

"You look wonderful," he said, and she avoided his eyes. "Come on, let's get something to eat," he said going for the door.

"I can't go out there in this," she said stepping back.

"Harley, you're going to have to get used to wearing it sooner or later, it's your costume for the show. I normally wouldn't make you wear it after hours, but it'll be easier for you tomorrow. Now come on, you haven't eaten anything in three days, you need a good meal."

"No." 

"Harley, I'm warning you."

"No!"

"Fine, stay here then," he said and left. Harley stood there for a moment, not believing that she had been left alone again. She went and sat down on the bed. She could feel the gnawing emptiness in her stomach, and wanted to go out and get some food, but pride wouldn't let her. She hoped Cal would have sympathy on her and bring something back, but she didn't think he would. 

She laid down on the bed, closing her eyes, and before she knew it she was asleep. She woke up she didn't know how long later to the hunger pains in her stomach, and thought she was imagining the plate of food floating in front of her. 

When her eyes adjusted a bit, she realized that it was Cal who was holding the plate. She wondered what he would make her do before he would let her have the food, and she warily stayed where she was. 

Cal set the plate down on the bedside table and gently pulled her up into a sitting position for the second time that night. He pulled off a little piece of chicken and held it to her lips. Harley was either too tired or too hungry to protest about him feeding her, she didn't let herself think about the fact that she no longer even wanted to. 

She chewed and swallowed the chicken, and piece-by-piece Cal patiently fed her everything on the plate. They didn't talk, and as soon as Harley was done eating, she snuggled back down on the bed and fell instantly asleep, not waking again till late the next morning. 



Bunnygirl Ch. 04



Harley groggily opened her eyes, panicking for a moment at the unfamiliar surroundings, then remembered where she was. Sighing, she rolled out of the bed, placing her bare feet on the ground in front of her. 

There was a dress lying on the end of the bed, and surprised, Harley got up and put it on. She didn't know why Cal would leave her a dress, after making such a fuss about her costume last night, but she wasn't one to kick a gift horse in the mouth. 

Slipping out from the tent, she stood for a moment uncertainly. She could see where everyone was gathered having breakfast, but she had never joined the group before. Was she just supposed to walk over there and eat? Then what? Harley was so used to having Cal boss her around, and she had resented it, but now that she had newfound freedom, she wasn't sure what to do with it. She wasn't going to try and run, that's for sure. Where would she even go?

Harley's shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath before she headed in the direction of the food. "Hey rabbit," a man's voice called out to her. It sounded vaguely familiar, and turning around she felt her heart plummet with dread as she saw who it was, one of the men who had kidnapped her.

Harley quickly turned her head and started walking in the opposite direction of where he stood lounging against a buggy.

"Rabbit, don't be scarred," he said following her, coming to stand in her path. Harley just glared at him.

"Look, I just came to say...well... I don't know, hell. Rabbit, I just wanted to tell ya that the boss gave me a pretty penny for fetching the likes of you, which makes you okay in my book. Ya hear?"

Harley didn't say anything, just looked at him with a blank expression on her face, obviously displeased.

"You know, you seem like an alright sort, not just some damn snot-nose female. I reckon you're going to get on fine here. And you know, if you get any troubles from any of the fellas, just tell me and I'll kick their asses to next week."

Harley stared at this gruff, unkempt man. Was he trying to apologize to her?

"I'm Harley," she said offering him her hand.

"Tanner," he said grasping her hand in his big, rough one, shaking it hardily. 

"Would you care to get some breakfast with me then, Tanner?" she asked, thinking of him as an instant friend. 

"Yeah, yeah," he said, turning around and walking the way she had been headed a few moments before. Harley was left trailing behind his giant strides.

She followed him through the little crowd, copying his movements of getting a plate and piling on food from pots set up around a little mess table. Harley stared in amazement to the shear amount of food this man put on his plate, even for someone his size it seemed a little excessive. 

He stood waiting for her to finish fixing her plate, and when she was done she turned to look at him. "Come on then," he said taking her to a semi-secluded spot under a tree."

He immediately plopped down and started shoveling food in his mouth, and Harley, after a moment, realized that she wasn't eating because she was too busy staring at him. Blushing at her rudeness, she concentrated on her own food. 

She picked up her fork and knife, cutting a dainty bit from a piece of sausage and tasting it hesitantly. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it was rather good, and she cut herself another small piece. 

She became aware that Tanner was looking over at her, now, and she looked up to meet his gaze. 

He snorted. "Damn fancy manners," he said, shaking his head while chewing a giant piece of meat in his mouth. Harley giggled at how they each found each other's eating habits so odd. 

"Oh don't you two look happy," came a sneering voice from just above them. Harley looked up to find a woman standing above her. She would be rather attractive, Harley thought, if only she didn't have that scowl on her face. 

"What do you want Susie?" Tanner said looking up at her.

"Nothing, I just came over to chat. So, you're the new freak, are you?" she said directing the question at Harley.

"Most people don't take kindly to bein' called freak, Suse," Tanner said, said, setting his empty plate aside and tucking his knees under his elbows.

Susie glanced over at Tanner, then her eyes narrowed at Harley. "But that's what she is," she said maliciously.

"Beat it, ya hear?" Tanner said gruffly to Susie, who looked slightly hurt for a moment, but then turned and stormed away. "Damn female," Tanner muttered under his breath as Susie was leaving, but still loud enough for her to hear. 

He sat with Harley while she was finishing her breakfast. "That enough for you?" he said in wonder at her small proportions.

"Yeah, well my stomach is a little fussy in the morning," she said smiling at him, and he snorted and leaned his head back against the tree.

"Tanner, don't you have work to do?" Harley looked up at hearing Cal's voice, as did Tanner.

"Yeah Cal, just keeping Harley company for a bit."

"Go do your work, I'll watch over Harley." 

Tanner stood up, missing Harley's quick look of panic, but unfortunately, Cal did not. Cal sat down as Tanner walked away.

"Finally eating of your own free will?" he asked her.

Harley glared at him, more out of nervousness than anger. Her heart had started to flutter as soon as she had heard his voice, and hadn't slowed down one bit. She found she couldn't continue eating with him staring at her such.

"Do you need me to feed you again?" he asked when he noticed she was just staring at her plate.

Harley defiantly shoved a forkful of food in her mouth, feeling the giant lump slide down her throat.

"Where did you get that dress?" he asked her.

Harley looked at him in surprise. "You mean you didn't leave it for me?"

Cal scowled over at her, and Harley could feel the tension mount, if that were possible. She just wanted to escape, standing up she started to walk away.

"Harley, dear," she turned to see V standing next to her, "I am so sorry for Victor's behavior yesterday. He can be such a man," she said shaking her head.

"Oh," Harley wasn't sure what to say, "That's o-okay."

Cal came and stood beside them. " I have an idea. Harley, why don't you help me today?" V asked.

"That sounds like a good idea," Cal said nodding.

"Um, okay." 

Harley spent the rest of the day helping V with mending and sewing clothes for the whole troupe. She rather enjoyed having something to do, and V was friendly and talkative the whole time, and if Violet ever turned into Victor, Harley didn't notice. 



***

It wasn't until dusk that Harley ran into Calhoun again. "We're about to open," he said, grabbing Harley by the arm, "I need to take her back now," he told V as he dragged Harley away to his tent. 

"I'd hate for this to turn into an issue again," he said warningly, handing her the outfit. 

Harley nodded, taking it from him, realizing that arguing wouldn't get her anywhere. "Turn around," she told him.

"Harley, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

Harley looked down nervously. Those times weren't the same as willingly stripping in front of him. She looked up again, but he had already turned around. 

Surprised he had given in so easily, she quickly slipped off her dress and into her costume. 

"Okay," she said and Cal turned around. 

"Come on, I'll take you to your cage."

Harley hesitantly left the comfort of the tent, feeling completely exposed. She looked around anxiously, expecting everyone to be staring at her, but was pleased that most people seemed to not even notice. She followed Cal into the same tent and cage as before, taking a seat on the stool that was inside. 

"Are you going to cooperate this time?" Cal asked.

Harley nodded, sitting down with her hands in her lap.

"Don't be nervous Harley, everything is going to be fine," He shut the door and walked away. 

To Harley's utter amazement, everything was fine, well as fine as it possibly could be to be viewed in a cage as a freak. There was an incident, however, when a rather drunk man was making some rude comments to her, which made Harley madder than anything else, and he just refused to leave. Eventually, she popped up out of her stool, threw open the cage door and slapped him right across the face. 

Before anything else could happen, though, she felt someone grab her around the waist from behind, lift her up and carry her outside. Harley struggled against her captor, but in the back of her mind she knew it must be Cal. 

"I can't say I blame you for wanting to hit that man, little rabbit, but for your own safety, never do that again. Okay?" he said, and Harley was surprised to find that he wasn't angry at all, he actually seemed to be smiling a bit. Harley, surprised at his good mood, and not wanting to ruin it, simply said okay. 

"Good, now why don't I show you the rest of the show? You probably want to see it?" he asked. Harley, just pleased that he wasn't angry, nodded dazedly.

She followed Cal through the crisp night air, looking at all the attractions, food stands, and people: a spectacular carnival. "Right through here," he said pulling back a tent flap and pushing Harley inside. 

There was a crowd of people gathered so jam packed together that Harley could instantly feel the temperature increase and the air supply thin. On a little platform, inside a cage was some sort of creature. It looked like a wolf, but different. It prowled around its tiny cage, occasionally standing upright. If anyone from the audience got to close, the beast would growl and snap at them. There was a man standing next to the cage, speaking to an utterly enthralled audience, about how the show had acquired the wild werewolf. 

"Come on," he said, leading Harley back out into the night air.

"A werewolf?" Harley asked, looking at Cal.

"Just a young lad, you might have seen him wondering around camp. He can change shape at will and is perfectly tame, that back there is just for show."

Harley nodded; she wondered why the werewolf didn't mind acting like a savage animal so people could drool over him. 

"Here's a sight," Cal said leading her through another tent. Like the other, the tent was fool of people, some coming and going. In the center there stood a man, but Harley's eyes were immediately drawn to what he was holding. It was a giant head, looking like it came from some sort of unknown monster, but what was truly amazing about it was that it appeared to be alive. Its eyes were looking around it, its mouth moving, its nose twitching. 

"Is it still alive?" she asked in awe. 

"Yes, an immortal head." 

"But what happened to the body?"

"Well," Cal explained, "The head was found buried in Greece, which leads us to believe, though we can't be sure, that this is the head of the mythical beast, the hydra. And if that is so, the head was cut off and buried there by a famous hero, Hercules, thousands of years ago."

Harley couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Does it eat?" she asked. 

Cal laughed, "No one has ever asked that before. We don't feed it; the food would just fall right out its neck. Though it will bight off your hand if you aren't careful."

"What else?" Harley asked exited now, pulling Cal out the tent, eager for him to take her to other exhibits. 

"Okay, here is what the children love to see," he said, opening a tent and leading her in. Once again the display was on a platform in the middle of the tent. There was what looked like a small white pony, but with cloven hooves, a lion's tail, and perhaps most spectacular was the long horn coming out of its forehead.

This tent was different from the others in that instead rearing back in fear, the audience was smiling and yearning to get closer. There was a line of children to go and pet the little horse, and it was ever friendly, nuzzling and neighing. 

"How adorable," she gasped. 

"You can pet him later," he said, pulling her out of the tent. The next exhibit wasn't inside a tent, but sitting on a little booth.

The first thing Harley noticed about the girl was that she was exceptionally beautiful, with extremely long, flowing hair. 

"Her hair grows at such a rate that you can actually see it happening," Cal pointed out, and indeed, Harley could see it getting longer just as she stood there.

The girl was smiling and talking with the people around her, cutting off her long red locks as they continued to grow. 

"Why are they buying her hair?" she asked, noticing that the girl would twirl a lock around her fingers, tie it and cut if off, giving the little loop to a customer in exchange for some money. 

"If you put it under your pillow at night, it'll make your hair grow faster and more beautiful." 

"And does it work?" she asked. 

"Why of course," he said as though surprised she would even have to ask.

"Still, it must be a hassle to have to cut your hair all the time," Harley thought out loud. 

"I think she's used to it," Cal said taking her by the elbow and leading her to another tent. 

There inside a cage was the body of a horse, but the torso and head of a man. "A centaur," Cal told her. 

The centaur gave a nod to Cal when he saw him come in, and Cal waved back. "Horace is quite the intellectual, you'll see when you meet him."

"What's in there?" Harley asked when they had left Horace, pointing to another tent. 

"That's just the burlesque show," he said, leading her into the tent. Harley soon realized that she was the only female in a crowd full of men. On stage, there was a naked woman dancing on a pole, and a topless one doing tricks on a swing. Harley recognized the topless one as Susie, the girl who had talked to her and Tanner that morning.

"Okay, next tent" Cal lead her back outside. Harley wasn't sure what to make of the burlesque show, she had never heard of women dancing naked in front of men before. And it reminded her of her own attire, the skimpy little outfit. Funny, she had completely forgotten what she was wearing, too enthralled in all the acts. 

For the rest of the night, Cal showed her countless attractions. She really enjoyed the show, and before, what she had hated as degrading and just plain awful, she was now sort of a little proud to be apart of. 



Bunnygirl Ch. 05



"Sir, there's no sign of her," the soldier reported, waiting for the general's nod of dismissal, scurrying off when it came.

General Wrothing felt a growing agitation in the pit of his stomach. Every time they received a tip of where the Princess Harley was, they always arrived only a day or two too late, finding that she had already gone. 

"Listen up men," he shouted to the small group of soldiers he was leading in a search party, "She's already gone." There was a collective groan from the soldiers who had already experienced this same disappointment too many times in the weeks they had been searching for Harley. "We will leave immediately for the next town, as that is most likely where they will be," he said resignedly. 

The men shuffled off to prepare to leave, and General Wrothing broodingly prepared his horse. 

***

Harley skipped happily through the camp, carrying some food for the little unicorn, which she had practically adopted as her own since she got here. Once she had accepted the fact that she was stuck with the show and stopped being so obstinate, she had really come to view the place as home. 

She liked not being the weird one, and she felt comfortable around her fellow "freaks." She also liked having the freedom to do as she pleased. At home she was constantly watched after and overprotected, she knew her parents only did it because they loved her, but this was a nice change. 

Skipping happily and not paying attention to where she was going, she ran right into Tanner. She greeted him with a smile, the two had become fast friends in the couple weeks Harley had been with the show. 

"Hey Rabbit," he said affectionately, "Where're you off to in such a hurry?"

"Oh, I was just going to see Lulu," she showed him the little bag of seeds in her hand. 

"Yep, should a known," he said gruffly, leaning down and lifting a heavy bag over his shoulder. "Come with me, I got somethin' to show ye," 

He started walking away, and Harley had to practically run to keep up with his long strides. 

"In here," he lead her into a tent, "I found these little guys on one a my scoutin' missions, and I figured you might wanna take care of 'em, since ya like lil' creatures an' all." 

Harley went over to the box in the corner, and peered into it to see three little baby lions, all with a pair of wings folded across their backs. 

"Oh, how adorable," she crooned, reaching her hand into the box to pet them. All three instantly vied for her attention, licking and nipping at her hand. "What are they?" she asked curiously. 

"Them there are griffins," he told her, smiling at the fact that she seemed to like them. 

"Oh, thank you," she said bouncing up and giving Tanner a hug. The big man, for his part, seemed embarrassed to be receiving a hug and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her. 

Just then however, the tent flap opened and Cal's stormy presence could be felt in the room. 

"Ah, Cal," Tanner said nervously pulling away from Harley and shuffling his feet under Cal's unyielding stare. 

"Out," the single word escaped Cal's lips with a deathly calm, and Tanner worriedly looked at Harley before making his escape. Harley hastily tried to follow him, but Cal grabbed her arm, "Not you." 

Harley looked up at Cal nervously. She and he had gotten along great in the past few weeks. He had been unerringly kind to her, being patient and friendly, and Harley had come to forgive him for how he treated her when she first got here. She even grew to feel a certain affection for him. The only hitch was his growing anger whenever she was near Tanner, and Harley didn't understand why he would get so angry about it. 

Cal hovered menacingly above her, "Harley, you must know I've wanted that gorgeous little body of yours since you arrived here," he said cruelly, "And usually what I want I get." 

Harley gulped nervously, she hadn't seen him like this since the day of her arrival. She tried to cower away from him, but he kept a firm grip on her shoulders. 

"I was giving you time, but all you did was run into the arms of that damn Tanner," he shouted at her, shaking her shoulders. Harley felt tears come to her eyes at his rough words and manner. "But I will wait no longer, I mean to have you now." 

Harley stared at him in horror. Much to the discomfort of her maidenly sensibilities, she had often found herself picturing what it would be like to once again be naked in Cal's arms. But it was the tender Cal she had grown to know, not the cruel one she had met the first day. 

"Please, please," she gasped out in a little voice, finding herself unable to say anything else. 

"Don't try to beg your way out of it. I've had enough of your little games," he said pushing her onto the ground, "I'm going to fuck you right here and now. You might as well accept it." 

Harley opened her mouth to tell him that she wasn't pleading for him to stop, but only to be gentler. She wanted him to make love to her, but not this way. Before she could get the words out, though, he was roughly smashing his mouth onto hers. 

His kiss was hard and cruel, and Harley could taste blood on her tongue, but whose she didn't know. 

She didn't struggle when he ripped her dress down the middle, exposing her body to his eyes. He grabbed her breasts, not to pleasure either one of them, but simply to show that he owned her and could do what he wanted to her. 

Harley felt silent tears fall down her cheeks and puddle in her ears, but she made no other sign of feeling anything, only laid there like a limp doll. 

Cal quickly undid his pants, and roughly pulled her thighs wide apart. Harley felt cold and dead on the inside as he took her virginity so callously. She felt impaled and used. 

He quickly came inside her, then pulled away and sat up, a scowl on his face. Harley turned onto her side, not even bothering to cover herself up. She stared at the blank wall of the tent, her head pillowed in the grass. She thought he might have left, until he eventually spoke. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. There was no emotion in his voice, and Harley couldn't see his expression. 

"What do you care?" she asked bitterly. 

He didn't answer and the two of them stayed like that until once again Cal broke the silence. 

"What's that growling sound?" he asked looking around.

Harley didn't answer, but immediately scrambled onto her knees and crawled over to the box of baby griffins. They were all baring their teeth, the hair on their backs raised. Harley felt bad for not noticing their growling and coming over to be with them sooner. 

She put her hand in the box to let them know she was all right, and gently picked one up to hug against her chest. She buried her face into the soft fur of the baby griffin, letting herself become distracted from her recent hurt. 

She didn't notice Cal approach, but heard him say ruefully, "The griffins."

"Tanner was giving them to me to watch over," she told him, kissing the baby on the head. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked desperately, "What was I supposed to think when I saw you two alone in here together?" 

"You didn't give me a chance to say anything," she spat at him resentfully.

"Harley," he said despairingly, reaching his hand out to her. The little griffin she held nipped fiercely at his outstretched fingers, and he drew his hand back. 

"Harley, please, I'm so sorry. I just let my stupid jealousy take over," he looked at her so pleadingly, that Harley felt the ice around her heart melt, and flow out her eyes. 

"Harley," he said again when he saw her tears. She gently set the little griffin back into his box, and looked directly at him without trying to hold back her sobs. 

"Don't Harley, don't cry," he said moving as if he was going to take her into his arms, but he held back, afraid to touch her. 

Harley was the one who went to him, she threw herself into his arms and sobbed against his shoulder. Cal held her tenderly, but tightly against his chest. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again against her hair, just hugging her tightly. Harley could feel the fast beating of his heart under her cheek, and it comforted her. 

Eventually the tears stopped and Harley looked up at him. He looked at her distraughtly, and Harley felt a perverse pleasure in his pain. He deserved to feel a little distress, she thought. 

She had forgiven him, but he didn't need to know that yet. Harley pulled out of his arms, and he looked so forlorn that she almost went back into them, but decided he wouldn't get out of his punishment that easily. 

"Do you love me?" she asked, staring directly into his eyes. 

He simply nodded and looked down. If he had been looking at her face, he would have seen the brief smile that hovered there before she quickly suppressed it. As it was, all he saw was the miserable ground. 

"Then you'll let me go," she told him monotonously. 

His gaze quickly jerked back up to her. "You would leave?" he asked, agony deeply embedded in his voice. 

Harley simply nodded. 

"But, how would you get home?" he searched for an excuse to make her stay, "It's not safe for you to be traveling alone." 

"I'm sure Tanner would take me," she said, twisting the knife she had already driven into his heart. 

Cal quickly turned his face away from her so as not to embarrass himself with the water filling his eyes. After a moment, his voice came out dull and wretched, "Fine, go," he said, not turning to look at her. 

"You would really let me leave?" her voice was light and sweet. 

Cal heard it and knew that she must be overjoyed at finally leaving this place and him. 

She had never felt anything for him. 

"It's what you want, so just go already," his voice was tortured. 

"I wanted to go before, but you wouldn't let me, so why now?"

She wanted her pound of flesh, he thought, and she deserved it after what he did to her. So for the first time in his life he opened his heart and spoke his true feelings. For her. 

"Because I love you. I have almost from the beginning. I had thought I could make you love me too, or at least care about me, but now I see that that will never happen. And yes, I will lose the only bit of happiness from my life when you leave, but it will be a comfort to know that you will have yours. 

You don't love me, but I will always love you, and that's why I'm letting you go, Harley." 

He stared into her eyes hopelessly, looking at her for what he thought would be the last time. 

Harley couldn't take anymore of his sadness, and she threw herself into his arms. "But I do love you, I do. I love you. I love you. I love you," she said with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. 

She felt his hand rest hesitantly on her back. "What kind of game are you playing?" he asked suspiciously, not ready to believe that she loved him, in case it was her plan to give him utter and complete happiness only to take it all away. 

"No game," she told him fiercely shaking her head and pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "I was never going to leave, I only said that to punish you a bit for earlier," she said once again snuggling fully back into his arms. 

"A bit?" he asked, still unbelievingly holding her in his arms. 

She pulled back to look at him. "You did deserve it," she told him defensively, even though she was starting to feel a bit bad about the whole thing. 

"Yes, that I did," he said finally letting a smile come to his face, "But I don't deserve you. Still, I'm not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth, and your never going to get away from me. Your mine, little rabbit, for now and forever." 

"And your mine," she said laying her head on his shoulder, "For now and forever."

After they had had enough time just basking in the glow of each other's love, Harley spoke without moving her head from his shoulder. 

"You know, it wasn't that I didn't want to make love to you, it was just that I didn't want to do it while you were so angry." 

"I'm not angry now," he said suggestively. Harley smiled at him before pressing her mouth to his. 

Cal gently kissed her back, touching her tongue with his. Harley demurely pulled back at the touch of his tongue, and blushed charmingly. Cal chuckled and kissed her little rabbit nose. 

"I love your pink little nose," he told her, and watched as she scrunched it. He pulled the rest of her torn dress off her body, tossing it aside. He then picked her up and laid her gently on the ground. 

Leaning above her, he lifted one of her floppy ears into his hand and kissed the smooth inside while rubbing the soft fur of the outside. He then gently licked the inside of her ear, and Harley started in surprise. 

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. 

"I'm taking my time, little rabbit. Last time was far too rushed."

"Oh."

He then kissed her cheek and her chin, then lowered his kisses to her shoulder, then the top of her breast. 

"Mmm," he said leaning his head back to look at her breasts, "Your fur is so thin and soft, I can feel your skin underneath," he said kissing the valley between her breasts, "And I love that I can still see your rosy little nipples peeking out from the fuzz," he said, gently biting one of them. Harley made a little moaning sound. "Especially when they are hard like this from your arousal," he continued. 

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked again, not really understanding these new sensations, "I feel so funny."

Cal smiled indulgently down at her, "You're supposed to," he said, "Doesn't it feel good?" 

"Yes, oh yes," she nodded enthusiastically. 

Cal smiled and gently bit her other nipple, making Harley moan again. He put his hands between her legs, "I should say you are enjoying yourself, you're dripping wet." 

"What?" Harley lifted her head up, but Cal pushed it back down with a kiss. 

"It's good, it means you're aroused," he said as he gently rubbed the slick folds between her outer pussy lips. 

"Oh," she said relaxing, "W-wet with what?" her voice was shaky with the pleasure of having him rub her between her legs. 

"This makes it easier for my cock to slip inside you," he told her, lifting a hand to show her the clear juice that was on his fingers. 

"Keep doing what you were doing," she told him, wrapping her hands around his wrist and forcing it back to her pussy. 

"Bossy," he told her tenderly, but continued to pleasure her vagina. Harley moaned with her growing gratification, eventually panting with her orgasm. 

She stared up at Cal, her wide, blue eyes even bigger than usual, "What was that?" she asked him, amazed. 

"You just had an orgasm," he smiled at her innocence. 

"Do it again," she said putting his hand back to her pussy. 

"No, now it's time for my cock," he said climbing over her. 

Harley closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain that would come. "What's that look for, little rabbit?" Cal stopped when he saw her face. 

"It's going to hurt," she told him earnestly. 

"That was only the first time Harley. I'm never going to hurt you again," he said placing his himself at her entrance, "You'll like my cock, I promise," he said pushing into her. 

And she did. Harley was amazed at the difference this time. She didn't feel degraded, but instead felt gloriously full. She didn't know if it was because of his change in attitude and that she wasn't scared of him this time, or if it was because of her "wetness," but she did know she had never felt so good before. 

Cal started moving in and out of her, and Harley recognized the sensations she was having now, knew that they would lead to her ultimate pleasure, her "orgasm." 

"Cal," she said breathlessly, digging her nails into his shoulder. 

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, and Harley was glad that she wasn't the only one who sounded breathless. 

She did as he asked, and he pressed even farther into her, continuing his rhythm, and taking her with him. 

This time when he released his seed into her, she felt her own orgasm at the same time. Harley let her arms fall limply to lie on the ground, and Cal stayed on top of her. 

Cal heard Harley moan again, but this time from his burdensome weight on her small frame. He instantly rolled to his side, taking her with him, keeping them joined. 

"You were right," she told him, lazily running her fingers through his hair. 

"About what?" he asked. 

Harley blushed but said the words, "I did like your cock in me."

Cal gave her a lecherous grin, and she playfully bit his nose. 

Just then she heard a noise coming from the three griffins, "Oh, they need me," she said pulling away from him, his limp cock slipping out of her. 

She crawled naked over to the little babies, and lifted one into her arms again. She gently petted his head, and he licked her hand. "What's wrong little guy? Are you hungry?" 

The griffin stared up at her. 

"Hey what about me?" she heard Cal ask as he came up behind her and petted her tail. 

Harley turned around to answer him, but as soon as the little griffin saw Cal he started growling and straining to get out of Harley's hands. 

"I don't think they like you," she said gently putting the little beast in her arms back in his box. 

"No, I guess not," he said pulling her back into his arms. Harley let him kiss her for a few moments before pulling away. 

"They need food," she told him sternly. 

"I need you," he said trying to kiss her again, but Harley stubbornly turned her head. 

"Okay, okay," he said standing up and pulling his pants back up into place. 

Harley looked over at her torn dress then back up at Cal who was standing in front of her. 

"Stay here, I'll go get you a new dress and them some food," he said walking toward the tent door, muttering something about damn birds. 

Harley suddenly felt really exposed sitting there naked. She had been fine when Cal was there, but when he was gone she just felt odd. She crawled over to her dress and pulled it back on. The giant tear still left her exposed, but she did feel a little better. 

She went over to the baby griffins and lifted one into her arms, the other two stared up at her so sadly that she then lifted them out of the box, too. 

She sat them down on her lap, playing with them. They nipped at her fingers and each other, rolling around and pretend fighting. 

Cal soon came back with an armful of supplies. As soon as he entered the tent, the playful fighting of the griffins ended and they charged Cal. The growled and bit his ankles. Cal tried to kick them off without hurting them, but they kept coming back. He looked to Harley for help, but she was just laughing hysterically. 

"Come get the little beasts off me," he ordered her. And Harley staggered over to him, still laughing as she lifted one and then another into her arms. She carried the two over to their little box, then made her way back Cal for the last one that was still gnawing at his leg. 

"You better hurry woman or you can think twice about getting this dress," he waved the un-ripped dress that was in his hands. 

Harley was instantly picking up the last little griffin and pursing her lips to hold back her laughter. 

"Ungrateful beasts," he complained as he set down the load in his arms. Harley took off her old dress, aware of his Cal's stare, and quickly donned the new one she picked up off the ground. 

"I wasn't sure if the monsters were yet eating meat or still drinking milk," he said, indicating both the plate of pig meat and the bucket of milk and shallow bowl. 

"Let's see," Harley said picking up a little piece of pig and carrying it over to them. She laid it on the ground in front of them, and all three instantly surrounded it, sniffing curiously, but they didn't eat it. 

"Looks like it's still milk," she told him, and he poured some into the bowl and handed it to her. Harley set it down, and they all began drinking happily. 




Bunnygirl Ch. 05



"Look how adorable they are," she said smiling, but Cal simply snorted. 

Harley smiled at the man she loved and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Cal bent down to oblige her reaching lips, and pulled her tight against his chest, deepening the kiss. 

Harley pulled away and got the griffins some more milk, taking the meat out of their box. When they were done eating, she lifted their little home into her hands. 

"Let's go," she told Cal, walking out of the tent. 

"Where are you taking those things?" he asked, gathering the empty bucket, bowl, plate of meat, and torn dress before following her out of the tent. 

"To our bedroom," she told him when he stood beside her. 

Cal smiled when she said our bedroom, relieved that she wasn't going to make some modest protest about sharing a room with him, but he was upset that she intended to take those little monsters with her. 

"Those things belong with the rest of the animals," he said sternly. 

"Calhoun," she glared up at him, "They are my responsibility, and they are too little to travel with the rest of the animals." 

She started walking off, indicating the end of the conversation. Cal threw his hands up in the air, but still followed her. 

"Hey rabbit." Harley turned at the sound of Tanner's voice, and started walking towards him. "Do ya like the wee beasts?" 

"Oh, they are wonderful, thank you," Harley beamed up at him. 

Susie, who Harley hadn't noticed right away, peered into the box. She glared at Harley, "Lions eat rabbits you know," she said nastily, which prompted a glare from Tanner. 

Just then Cal, who had been momentarily detained about a work problem, joined the three, wrapping an arm possessively around Harley. 

Susie took in the sight of Cal with his arm around Harley and seemed rather pleased with the situation, and she stopped the glares she was sending Harley. 

"Not so angry anymore, Cal?" Tanner asked with a knowing grin, and Cal simply glared at the other man. 

Tanner chuckled, "I can help ya train them griffins if ya need it," Tanner offered Harley, who nodded gratefully. 

"That would be very helpful, especially since they won't let Cal get anywhere near them." 

"That's cause he's wantin' for the attention of their mother," he told her, gesturing to indicate that was her with his head. 

Harley smiled happily and cooed at down at the babies in the box. 

"See you later," Cal said abruptly, maneuvering Harley away from Tanner and Susie. 

Harley leaned her head against Cal as they walked, smiling happily. That is until she saw the approaching horses. The men mounted on them were wearing the uniform of her grandfather's soldiers. And they were coming straight for them. 



Bunnygirl Ch. 06



Cal felt the small body next to him stiffen, and he looked down at her questioningly as he tightened his arm around her. Harley had an almost dazed expression on her face as she watched the approaching horsemen. 

"What's going on?" his worried whisper landed right next to her ear, but before Harley could have a chance to respond, or even think of responding for that matter, the riders were already there. 

"Princess Harley," the man leading the group dismounted, a relieved expression on his face. 

Cal's mind flopped over at the title the man just addressed her as. Princess? It couldn't be. There had to be a mistake, but her next words assured him there wasn't. 

"General Wrothing," she addressed the man with affection, clearly recognizing him. The rest of the soldiers had dismounted and already given their customary bows to the young royal, and Harley smiled graciously at them in return. 

Their was a crowd around them now, of everyone in the entire camp. Harley could feel all eyes on her, and she frankly wasn't really sure what she should do. She looked hopelessly up at Cal, who was staring at her like he had never seen her before. 

"Harley, you don't know how worried we've all been about you. What happened, girl?" General Wrothing took a step forward, placing strong, gentle hands on her shoulders. He lost his formality in his relief of finding her, reverting back to what he had used to call her when she was just a little girl, getting into mischief in her grandfather's castle. 

"I-I-" Harley didn't know what to tell him. She couldn't tell him she was kidnapped, but if her parents thought she had run away it would break their hearts. 

"It doesn't matter now, Harley. You're save now, and we'll take you home," he started to lead Harley away without so much as a glance at the curious crowd around him. He had done what he had set out to do, find Harley. Now that he had her, he was going to make sure she got home. 

"Stop," Cal was finally shaken from his daze when the General tried to lead Harley out of his arms. "She's not going anywhere," he pulled her back to him. 

"And who are you?" General Wrothing demanding, seeming to notice the other man for the first time. Though Cal towered over him, the General had his soldiers behind him, not to mention years of experience leading men, and he was no coward. 

Wrothing pulled Harley back out of Cal's arms. The babies in the box she was still holding started to cry at being jerked around, and Harley quickly set them on the ground. 

"Who are you?" Cal said, squaring off against the other man. 

"I'm General Arthur Wrothing of His Majesty's Royal Army, and I'm here to take the Princess Harley back home to her family."

"She's not going anywhere," Cal stated confidently, stepping in front of where Harley was crouched on the ground. 

"Cal," he heard her soft voice as she stepped in front of him, "Actually, I am," she said gently. 

Cal almost fell over at the blow. She wouldn't go, surely. She loved him—she told him she loved him.

"Cal, my parents. I need to see them, they will have been dreadfully worried about me."

The relief he felt at hearing those words was indescribable. "So it's not for good?" he asked, still hesitant. 

"No, it's not for good," Harley looked at him like he was daft for even asking, and he pulled her into his arms. 

He gently stroked her hair away from her ear, placing his mouth against her scalp. "I suppose this will be my chance to meet your parents. It is only fitting, since I intend to marry their daughter—and soon." 

"Cal," she said, happily throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing him forcefully on the mouth like they didn't have attentive audience. 

When she pulled away, Cal let her feet slip back to the ground from where he was holding her up for his kiss. She turned around, still in the circle of his arms. 

"Mr. Wrothing," she said smiling at the bemused man, his expression mirroring most of the onlookers, "I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, Calhoun Jacobs." 

The whole troop burst out in cheers as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Harley looked around at the people who had become her friends. Tanner was professing loudly that he had known those two were destined from the start, and also that he should get a bigger bonus for bringing Cal the love of his life. Horace, the centaur, seemed completely shocked by the news, but was galloping around excitedly none the less. V was smiling and crying into a handkerchief while dramatically pressing her hand to her heart. 

Even the soldiers, in all their confusion, had given in to the merriment and were clapping their hands. 

Harley looked over to Arthur Wrothing, a man who was like an uncle to her. He shook his head and chuckled a bit. "Why, you're all grown up," he said, a hint of a tear in his eye, and Harley pulled out of Cal's arms to hug him. 

Arthur gave her a fatherly hug, then offered an outstretched hand to Cal. Cal grabbed it and shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said sincerely, "Please, you and you're men should stay the night with us. We can travel back to Harley's home tomorrow," he said looking down at her to see if she was in agreement. 

Harley smiled and hugged his arm, happy now that everything was going to be okay. 

***

Zachary sat next to his wife, eating breakfast in the great dining room. Though the two preferred their little cottage in the woods to the castle, they had been spending more and more time here of late. They wanted to be close in case any word of Harley was delivered. 

He felt Annabelle snuggle in closer to his arm, hugging it to her chest. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart, Harley will be all right." Zachary had lost count of how many times he had said that in the past week. 

"But she's been gone so long," Annabelle whispered softly, desperately.

"Not too long," Zachary replied, "She—" but his words were cut off. 

"It's Harley!" Olive shouted excitedly, having just bounded into the room. Zachary and Annabelle were instantly on their feet

"What? What?!" Annabelle demanded, running over to meet Olive. 

"She's here!" Olive shouted at Annabelle's back, for the mother had already read the truth in Olive's eyes and was running to meet her daughter. 

Zachary was not far behind her, and the two glimpsed the sight of their daughter at the same moment. Harley was surrounded by soldiers, and had already dismounted from the horse she had been riding. She saw her parents at the same time they saw her. 

All three embraced instantly, the parents squeezing their daughter between them. After a long time, Harley finally pulled back enough to look in their faces. Her mother had tears streaming fully down her cheeks, and even her father had a hint of moisture in his eyes. 

Just then the king came rushing out of the castle on his old legs, and he grabbed Harley up in his arms, hugging her to him like he would never let her go. The queen was next, squeezing her granddaughter just as fully as her grandfather had. 

Harley laughed happily as she was passed around, to her uncles and aunts and cousins, everyone proclaiming excitedly how happy they were to have her back. She was eventually deposited back in her parents' arms, and Harley felt as though she had just been through a tornado. 

"Mom, Dad," she told her parents, beckoning Cal, who had been standing out of the way during her happy reunion with her family, to come closer. "I want you to meet my fiancé, Calhoun." 

Annabelle exclaimed in happy excitement, placing motherly arms around Cal. Cal seemed genuinely shocked, but happy nonetheless, at such a warm welcome. He wrapped his arms back around Annabelle in return. 

"Welcome to the family," she said, more tears in her eyes. 

Zachary was not so easily convinced, "How did you meet my daughter?" he asked suspiciously. 

Cal looked at the ground ashamedly, but spoke before Harley had a chance to cover for him. "I kidnapped her, sir," he answered, looking Zachary in the eye, taking responsibility for his actions. 

A collective gasp could be heard moments before Zachary punched Cal right in the eye. 

"Daddy!" Harley shouted, running over to Cal, who had stumbled back a few steps, but remained on his feet. 

Cal smiled at Harley's gentle prodding, but looked at her father when he said, "It's okay. I deserved that." 

"Damn right you did," Zachary said evenly before adding, "Come inside and tell us all that's happened."

Harley smiled and ran to her father, giving his arms a hug. She knew her parents would understand. They, too, had experienced true love.



Bunnygirl Ch. 07



The air was wet with early morning dew as Harley treaded barefoot through the grass. She'd thrown on her dress hastily, but couldn't be bothered with shoes. It was spring, a time when she just couldn't resist getting up early to watch the sunrise. 

Everyone in camp was still asleep, leaving the morning in a calm peace, just for her. Harley grabbed some seed and walked over to the unicorn, Lulu's tent, as she did most mornings. The thing purred with pleasure at the sight of Harley, whom she had accepted as a friend. 

"Good morning," Harley greeted, grabbing a handful as seed from her pouch and letting the little horse tongue lick it out of her hand. She stroked its mane gently. "Want to come outside?" she asked, "It's a beautiful morning." And as if the unicorn had actually understood her, it neighed as though to say 'yes.'

Harley smiled and held back the tent flap to let Lulu outside. She knew the small creature wouldn't run away, so she wasn't the least bit worried when it trotted off to go poke around camp for a while. 

"Mmm," Harley heard a moan coming from behind a nearby cart. At one time, she might have curiously walked around to see what the sound was, but she already knew. Susie had finally managed to capture Tanner's attention, and know she wouldn't be able to dissuade his amorous affections even is she tried, not that she was going to. Everyone in camp had become accustomed to the fact that you could not turn a corner that held the tiniest bit of seclusion, without seeing those two all over each other.

When Harley and Calhoun had first gotten back from visiting her parents, people had thought they were bad with their public displays of affection, but Tanner and Susie had put them to shame. It had been a running joke that the new couple was worse than Harley and Cal, at least the latter two waited till they were in private to remove their clothes and mount each other, a decency that Tanner and Susie didn't seem to take note of. 

Harley smiled and shook her head, walking away. She was happy for her friend, and Susie seemed to have gained a sweeter disposition ever since she and Tanner had gotten together. 

"Harley," she heard her name growled and felt two strong arms go around her. She knew instantly who it was, and smiled contentedly. Cal wasn't a morning person, and would prefer to stay in bed, and had been grouchy at first when she insisted on waking up at such and ungodly hour. Harley told him that she didn't mind if he slept on, but he complained that he couldn't sleep without her. And true to his word, every morning when she woke up, it was never much later until he joined her. 

"Good morning," she said cheerily, resting her head on his shoulder. He grunted. 

Harley smiled at his morning grumpiness, and reached up to kiss it away. He kissed her back fervently, pulling her snugly against his body. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hand over her slightly protruding stomach. 

"Morning!" a voice called out brightly and Harley and Cal turned to see Olive skipping sprightly toward them, a little griffin half running half flying behind her. 

"What's with you princesses, don't you need to sleep?" Cal growled into her neck, and Harley giggled happily. 

"Hey Olive," Harley greeted her warmly. She had begged her parents to let her come and visit Harley, because she missed her best friend, but also because she was dreadfully curious about the show Cal had here. 

"Hey Harley, good morning baby," she said, patting Harley's stomach. "I can't wait until you come out, I'm curious to see what you will be," she spoke warmly to Harley's stomach as though it could here her, "So hurry as fast as you can."

Harley laughed, "Not too fast there," she said, wrapping her arms around her stomach. What her baby would come out as was the hot topic around here, after everyone learned that Harley's appearance was some sort of genetic trait Harley had inherited from her snake-like father. There were even bets being made on it. Harley didn't mind their speculation, but frankly she didn't care what her baby looked like, as long as it was healthy and happy. 

The griffin, which Harley had given to Olive as her very own, and which Olive had named Baxter, was now whining at her legs, wanting to be played with. Olive gave in, bending down to pick him up and throwing him in the air. The extra momentum helped him fly farther as he desperately flapped his wings to keep himself propelling through the air. When he finally came tumbling to the ground, he looked over his shoulder to where Olive was running towards him, dutifully praising him for his flight. 

Harley looked on toward her cousin and best friend, and thought about her family. She loved them so much, and they had protected her from the rest of the world for so long, but now it was time to move on. She had her own family now, and soon her own baby to protect. Harley caressed her stomach and Cal's hand came down to cover hers. 

"Cal," she said idly, gripping his hand in her smaller one. 

"Hmm?" he asked, running his thumb over the light fuzz on the back of her hand. 

"You aren't, I don't know," she struggled to find the right word, "disappointed that our baby will be different?"

Cal looked at her in shocked puzzlement. "Why would you say that?"

"I don't know," Harley said. She knew Cal loved her, and she knew that he would love their child, but she couldn't help feeling a little insecure. "I can't help but wonder if you would have rather had a normal baby," she said, refusing to meet his eyes when he turned her in his arms so he could look at her. 

He gently put his fingers under her chin, lifting her face up to his. "Harley," he said, trying to put all his emotions into his voice so she could understand how he felt, "I love you, and I love the baby. And I don't care if he's half giraffe or bear or slug," Harley laughed slightly at that, "I'll love him. What he looks like, that's your gift to him, and it's part of you, both of you."

Harley smiled up at him sheepishly. "And he'll be half you, too," she added. 

"And half me," he agreed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and be picked her up, cradling her to his chest. 

"What are you doing," she laughed curiously as he started walking back to their tent. 

"I'm taking you back to bed, woman."

"What, are you still tired?" she teased him, feeling that everything was wonderful and perfect while she was in his arms. 

"Sleeping is the last thing I have on my mind right now," he said suggestively. They heard a whistle come from somewhere behind them just as Cal was whisking her back into their tent. Harley blushed, knowing that whoever it was knew what they were about to do. Cal laughed at her, loving to see her blush. 

Cal set her to her feet, kissing her hungrily on the mouth. He gripped her dress, pulling it slowly upwards, revealing her calves, then knees, then thighs. "I see you've made this easy for me," he whispered against her lips when he discovered that she was only wearing her thin dress and nothing else. 

He tugged the fabric of her dress, bunching it into one fist so his other hand was free to roam her body. He let his hand stroke her butt, pausing to play with her tail for a bit. Harley was buzzing in his arms, eagerly kissing his lips. 

His hand slid up her slender back, then circled around to feel her breasts underneath her dress. Tired of the fabric covering her body, with one swipe her dress was over her head and on the floor. He resumed touching her, cupping her tender breasts, which were growing slightly with her pregnancy. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, stepping slightly back from her to better view her naked body. 

Harley blushed at his close perusal. Though he had seen her a million times, she still couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and exposed when he was looking at her with such tender scrutiny. 

"I'm fat," Harley protested. 

"Gorgeous," Cal corrected, running his hands over her stomach. 

Harley was suddenly reminded of another time they had stood like this, with her naked before him, and him carefully examining her body. How long ago that seemed, Harley thought wistfully. To think that she had fallen in love with that cruel, domineering man. Harley laughed slightly to herself remembering how she used to hate him, or at least she convinced herself that she hated him. 

"What are you thinking?" Cal asked suspiciously at hearing her little chuckle. He picked her up in his arms and gently laid her on the bed. 

"Nothing," Harley evaded, "I was just thinking about how we first met."

Cal suddenly scowled. "I was the worst kind of cad. How can you forgive me, love?" he asked, pushing her hair from her face. 

Harley shrugged, "I love you," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"I love you too," he said quietly. 

Quickly removing his clothes, he climbed back into bed with her, taking her into his arms and kissing her tenderly. He climbed over her, carefully keeping all his weight off of her pregnant belly. 

He slowly slid into her, taking her with gentle stroked. While he had always been careful never to hurt her, he liked to often take her roughly, letting his passion have free reign of her body. Ever since had learned of her pregnancy, though, he had been unfailingly gentle, even when Harley said he didn't have to be so careful. He was too frightened of hurting the baby. 

When he sped up, even still avoiding thrusting too hard, he brought them to their mutual climax. Cal pulled out of her and collapsed at her side, wrapping his arm around her middle and snuggling her close to his side. 

Harley burrowed her face into his shoulder, giving him a gentle love bite. How like a warm little bunny she was after making love, so pliable and cuddly. 

Cal stroked her long, floppy ear, running his thumb over the sensitive, pink underside, making Harley shiver. 

"Do you want to get up, love?" he asked quietly. 

Harley's eyes were closed in contentment. "No," she shook her head, feeling too perfectly relaxed to move at that moment. 

"Going to sleep the whole day away are you?" he teased her gently, repeating her own words back to her. 

Harley groaned and smacked him gently before pressing her body even more snugly against his, fitting in as close to him as she could.