The Storyteller weaves yet another tale

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by Ainoko

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"...Somewhere around the turn of the night, Becca Bunny finally made the doorway to her borough. Dragging the other Rabbit all that distance would have been out of the question, as would have been any attempt to carry him. Instead, she remembered a lesson her mother taught her for transporting injured Bunnies and constructed a travois from the flexible limbs of the bushes around them. When it was finished, she rolled the strange buck on and pulled him along, her large feet handling the soft snow easily. A time or two as she struggled, she felt lost. The ‘flupper’, seeming to feel her distress, flew over with its manmade star illuminating the area, and she was quickly back on track.

“THANK YOU!” she called out several times, though she was sure it didn’t hear her.

By the time she opened the door to her borough, her ears told her that the humans were packing it in and going away. Quiet had returned to the wood for the moment, and for that she was grateful. The wind brushed her cheek as if telling her all was well again… but she should hurry because it would soon make more snow. This was good advice. As soon as the other Rabbit was safely situated in her resting spot, she closed the door and bared it; but not before yelling a ‘thank you’ to the night for good measure.

Next she placed another log in the fireplace, and then looked at the spruce limb, seeming to respond to an unheard voice. “I have no idea who he is,” she told it.

Her ears twitched. “No I didn’t ask him his name. You might have noticed he’s not very awake. The poor thing must certainly have been struck by one of those metal monsters.” She crossed to him and found a large lump on his forehead. Looking back at the spruce, she said, “See there? I was right.”

The limb remained placid and Becca’s ears went up slightly. “The thing in his paw? What…”

Turning, she saw some shiny things clutched in one of the buck’s paws. Strange she hadn’t noticed them before. Gently straightening his fingers, she picked up and looked closely at what he’d been holding. It was a ring with five shiny metal things on it. They were all similar in length and design… but slightly different from one another. One edge on each was smooth, and the opposite jagged looking. Shaking the ring, they jingled. This pleased her so she jingled them again.

“That’s very nice on the ears,” she told the spruce limb.

Flopping to the dirt floor, she became thoughtful looking. “I’ve heard this jingling sound somewhere before but darned if I can think where or when.”

The image of the ‘flupper’ in the night sky occurred to her; but instead of the terrible noise of flailing arms she heard bells jingling.

The spruce, of course, did not reply.

Shaking the ring of metal things a last time, Becca carefully lay them under the spruce limb, and then moved to snuggle the strange buck. He was still very cold and when he did wake up… if he woke up… he would have a terrible terrible headache.

There was not much in her pantry, but she would do for him what she could.

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‘and dreams of sugar plumbs danced in their heads…’

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His groan woke her. Instantly alert, Becca sat up.

“What… what is it? Are you alright?”

The fire in the fireplace had burned to a low ember and the borough was in dark shadows. She sniffed and found the scent of the buck easily enough, but there was more than his fur smell in the air now… much more.

“Where am I?” he muttered, struggling to sit up.

“Shhhhhh…” she told him, placing a paw on his lump… or at least she tried to. In the darkness it appeared as if the lump had disappeared. “You rest now,” she told him. “You had a near death experience; but all is well… you’re with Becca now. How’s your head? Last night it looked as if you’d banged it up pretty good.”

“I remember hitting the windshield hard when the truck went into the drink; damned stupid of me not to be wearing a seat belt. Did you see it happen?”

He sat up, no more than a shadow in the dim light. His nose twitched and he shook his head. His ears made a flopping noise. “You smell good,” he told her. “I don’t think I’ve ever smelled that perfume before. Smells kinda … wild.”

“What’s perfume?” she asked him.

“Stink pretty… the stuff you gals put on to smell nice for us guys.”

“Nope,” she responded, “Nothing but me here; me and the spruce branch at any rate. What’s your name?”

“Frank,” he told her blinking his eyes. “I work for ‘Truckers Are Us’. Funny you’d say spruce branch, and not Christmas tree. It is Christmas Day isn’t it? It should be anyhow. How long have I been out?”

Reaching to him, Becca stroked the fur around the base of his ears. Very gently she felt for the head wound she knew was there; but didn’t find it.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she told him as gently as she could. Who knew what the customs were on the other side of the stream? She’d never been, nor had she ever met anyone from there. “What’s a windshield?”

The fireplace, seeming to sense they were awake, spluttered to life, bursting into a yellow flame that illuminated the room. Both Rabbits were totally silent as they looked at each other, and then around the borough.

Becca saw the spruce limb decorated in bright red holy berries. It had chains of sweet clover draped around it, and the shiny things she’d laid under it hung in different places among its tiny limbs. On the very top of the branch, standing straight up and almost touching the ceiling, was the largest carrot she’d ever seen. Under the green at the base of the limb were only what she could describe as presents of food stuffs.

Frank saw all of this too, but it hardly mattered compared to what else he’s discovered. Holding a paw in front of his face he blinked. “Mary, Joseph, and the Holy Child,” he muttered. “I’m a Rabbit.”
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The tale Acmen-Met was telling had the entire room spell bound, each one seeing the events described in their own fashion. Looking around the room, she watched as Nystra looked at the far wall, his eyes fixated on something only he could see grinning evilly. Ainoko was shaking hard as he desperately fought the giggles and laughter that was trying to destroy his composure. His twins Puti and Obsidian were laughing at the rabbits in the story moreso at Frank and his surprise.

She continued on with story bringing it to is end before sitting down to rest her voice after promising to tell another tale later.

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This is the last of my commissions from

moodyferret of all my main characters, Ainoko, Acmen-Met, Nystra and Ainoko's twins, Puti and Obsidian.

Here we see Acment-Met spinning a very enthralling tale for her brother, his lover and his twins. Both her and Nystra stopped by Neromyer's estate to see how Ainoko has been faring in the years since giving birth to her niece and nephew.

Please go and give

moodyferret &,

vixyyfox your love, page views, watches, love, shouts, comments, love, faves and if they are doing them, commissions. If and when you do, please tell that Ainoko sent you their way.

The original art done by

moodyferret can be found here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/5784001/

The story the excerpt was taken from can be found here: (Becca Bunny) https://www.furaffinity.net/view/1798825/

Art (c)

moodyferret
"Becca Bunny" (c)

vixyyfox
Ainoko, Acmen-Met, Nystra, Puti and Obsidian (c)

ainoko

Keywords

female 1,005,975, bunny 105,315, human 100,700, story 12,746, brother 7,055, sister 6,888, twins 5,725, harem 2,297, crash 875, truck 669, ainoko 505, cheolf 235, frank 176, storytelling 172, moodyferret 100, obsidian 97, nystra 84, acmen-met 78, puti 32, becca 30, vixyyfox 2

Details

Type: Picture/Pinup

Published: 12 years, 10 months ago

Rating: General

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