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Monday, 5 May 2025

Return of the Bunny.A Skinnie S tale.

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Hi Everyone.

   With The posting of this months page inthe calendar over on patreon we have the chance to top off our Easter series with this naughty little tale from out dear friend Skinnie S.
    Skinnie sent me three versions, but I felt we could do with a little naughtiness and so went for this one. 
    Skinnie has also pointed out it kind of leans into Mistress LeatherBeth's view of the village.
  I can't thank Skinnie enough for all these amazing stories, they add a new and different angle to the worlds of Andy and Aunt Jane.
   Big and warm hugs
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Andy


The Return of the Easter Bunny (naughtiest)


So much for accompanying him round the village.   Andy knew what was going to happen as soon as he spotted Mayfield emerging from the florists.  “Run along, dear, and deliver your eggs,” gasped a slightly flustered Jane.  “I may catch you up.  If not, I’ll see you at Church.  I just need to speak to Mayfield.”

“Yes, Auntie,” he replied grudgingly.  


“Please take Fifi with you; he needs the exercise.”

“Yes, Auntie.”


“And don’t forget his Easter treat.  It’s all arranged,” she added knowingly as the vicar approached.

A cartoon of two women

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“Yes, Auntie.   Good morning Vicar.”


“Good morning, Andy.  Happy Easter.  Bunny time again, I see.  I don’t  recall it featuring in the Gospels but charitable giving fits well with the Easter message.”  


“Yes, Reverend.”  He couldn’t wait to get away.  Jane’s parting peck on the cheek was scant consolation as he walked away clutching his basket of Easter eggs.  He’d been looking forward to going round the village with Jane.  He liked it when they held hands and were seen together.   How things had changed since she’d first put him into his bunny costume for the Village Fête all those years ago when Mayfield’s sister had visited!   He’d been so shy back then.  


At least he was now able to dispense with the whiskers.   They’d proved such a nuisance when Jane had got him selling kisses on the ‘Meet the Easter Bunny’ stall that afternoon to raise money for the church spire.  Now, all the village expected  to see him in his bunny costume at Easter, and he didn’t want to disappoint.  It was quite a snug fit these days, but it felt to him like a slipping into a comfortable second skin.  


There was something about the vicar that seemed to distract his Aunt.  He really didn’t want to know, and definitely didn’t want to play gooseberry.  set   He tried to ignore overhearing their conversation as he proceeded towards Post Office corner.   It seemed Mayfield was as concerned as ever about anything unseemly occurring in the village.   


A person and person standing in a doorway

AI-generated content may be incorrect.“But Lady Jane, it leaves so little to the imagination,” the Vicar burbled.


“Don’t worry, Mayfield.  It’s only a little tighter than the last time he wore it,” reassured his Aunt.    “And it’s Jane, not Lady Jane.”


Andy harrumphed to himself.  Yes, his bunny outfit might be a bit tighter than when he’d first worn it.  He’d filled out a little since then: too many good meals now that he was living with his Aunt.  Anyway, Will preferred him like this: ‘Something to get hold of,’ he’d say.  Andy liked being got hold of.   And it made cuddling so much nicer.


Their voices receded as he approached Miss Goddard.  "Happy Easter, Master Watson. Good morning Fifi,” she greeted    


“Hello Miss Goddard.  Oh, it’s so nice to see you again.”

“It's so nice to see our favourite Easter Bunny back to deliver our eggs this year.  It’s fantastic seeing young people in the village getting into the Easter spirit.  Lady Jane’s so good sending you round delivering Easter cheer to people who can't get out.  They'll really appreciate getting a personal Easter egg delivery."

"Thank you Miss Goddard,” beamed Andy.  “I'm off to do my rounds.   I’m seeing Mr.Peters first."

"I'm sure that will really lift his spirits.   I love how Jane puts you in the same costume each year.  So sensible and environmentally conscious.  None of this fast fashion nonsense. "

"Yes, Miss Goddard.   It wouldn't feel like Easter if I wasn't wearing this outfit."  

"Ankle boots this year I see rather than courts.   They make a nice change."

"Yes, Miss Goddard.  Much more practical on some of the farm drives."

"What are in your eggs this year?"

"Auntie’s Chocolatier did dark chocolate with a chocolate truffle filling."

"Oooh, delicious. I hope Jane gave you one too."  Andy gave an embarrassed nod.  His filling this year was rather different.    "And is Will staying with you and Jane at Fullerton Hall this Easter?"  

"He's arriving for the Church service and then joining us for Easter lunch."

"That'll be nice for you.   I hope he gives you one too."

"Oh he will, he will," said Andy with a wry little smile of anticipation and slight uncertainty about what Miss Goddard really meant.  "I must hurry.  I must finish my rounds before the service starts."

"Run along, dear.   Just watch out for Mr Jenkins' mastiff at Primrose End.   Fifi might get a special Easter present there if he gets off the lead."

"Yes, Miss Goddard," agreed Andy, “I will. I know all about Champion.  See you in church."

“Bye, bye, Andy.   See you soon.”    Miss Goddard watched Andy proceed daintily down the street towards Mr.Peters’ bungalow at the head of Glebe Close.  There was a delightful wiggle to his walk, but she was slightly bemused by the clacks and clicks that didn’t seem to coincide with the tapping of his 5” heels on the pavement.  Still it was nice to know that the boy would be getting  some cock later: he always looked so much happier when Will came to stay.   His radiant smile said it all.

Andy tightened his buttocks.   He was already feeling anxious about Jane’s Easter egg.  Hopefully a butter and sugar coating would slow its melting, but he had the rest of his deliveries and the Church service to get through before the prospect of any relief.   He didn’t want a stain developing like last year and starting to show.   He still felt sorry for the people who’d   sat in the pews behind him and Jane.   Fortunately there had been no bad smell only the rich warm aroma of cocoa, like being stood next to a luxury chocolate fountain.  He didn't have a truffle centre this year.  Something less sweet and calorific, though there’d be no fresh chocolate sauce for their ice cream dessert.  Firmer and even nicer.  This year, Jane had got her Chocolatier to coat a special BenWa egg.   Jane had presented him with his egg before she helped him into his tight, semi-translucent latex bunny costume.   She’d enjoyed easing the BenWa into him where it would nestle snuggly and pleasurably, until she left him and Will together after lunch when he’d receive his second Easter gift.  

“Stop tugging, Fifi!” said Andy firmly. “Not yet!”  Jane’s primped little mutt was sniffing the air and straining at his lead.   Was it possible the miniature poodle could already smell what Jane had agreed would be tied up for him outside Primrose End.  At this distance?  Judging by his excitement, he could.  “Are you on heat, Fifi?  I didn’t think boy doggies got on heat.”   And then he chuckled and smiled.  He was going to be seeing Will soon.   Even if boy doggies didn’t get on heat, boy bunnies certainly did.  He gave his bottom a little shake, waggling his fluffy tail and letting the egg’s vibrations create a delightful frisson.  Perhaps he should let Fifi enjoy his Easter too.

Miss Goddard was puzzled to see Andy continue past the end of Glebe Close where a lot of the village seniors lived, and head towards Primrose End at the bottom of the village.  Jane’s nephew must’ve decided to change his delivery route.   It seemed he was going to be visiting Mr.Jenkins next rather than Mr.Peters.   

A white poodle with a pink leash

AI-generated content may be incorrect.Andy opened the gate to Mr.Jenkins’ front garden and fastened Fifi’s lead to the fence.   “I don’t want you straying while I see Mr.Jenkins.” said Andy to the bijou hound.  “Not straying in that way, at least.”   He rang the front doorbell and went in to see Mr.Jenkins.   Fifi could stay there while he did the rest of his deliveries.  Coming back to Primrose End at the end of his delivery circuit would lengthen his route, but it was nice walking in these heels and wearing his BenWa egg.  It would allow Fifi some extra time with Champion too.  From the howling outside, it was clear that Champion had risen.  He’d ensure Will did later.    Happy Easter.




8 comments:

  1. Thank you for publishing, (oh dear, the naughtiest 😳) but I think the fomatting's come adrift, at least as displayed on my PC.
    S xxx

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  2. Thanks for the heads up my friend. All reformatted XXX

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  3. Oh gosh that is a champion story.

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  4. It is amazing how much Ms. Stallion can fit into one story and still flow smoothly. Thank you both, again and again.

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  5. So nice of Jane to give Andy his 'special' egg, so he could enjoy it all day...and many more days after that. I wonder what she plans to give him for his birthday.

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