You duck down and hide. You're not graceful but at least you're quick. The bush that conceals you is low to the ground, but thick and sturdy. The leaves on it look like eyes but it's the sight of the White Rabbit that disturbs you the most.
Rather like the Cheshire cat - wherever he's gotten to - the White Rabbit in this story is some sort of anthropomorphic creature.
Two large white ears sprout from anotherwise human-like head. His hair is white as is his small goatee beard. His eyes, though, his eyes seem to be polished red marbles - eyes which suggest danger, eyes of a predator. His chest and arms are bare and muscled. His hands are covered in thick, furry, mits.
Unlike the Cheshire cat the White Rabbit does not seem to care for clothes. He's equally naked from the waist down except his legs are covered in thick white fur. They're not quite human either, far more muscled than even an olympic athele and bent and jointed oddly. Try as you might, you can't but help study the White Rabbit's large cock. It hangs between his furry legs like a thick trunk of meat.
"Need it, need it, need it..." mutters the White Rabbit as it stalks through the woods. "Need it, need it, need it..."
So much for being late, you consider, this version of the White Rabbit seems to be impatiently hunting for someone rather than trying to get somewhere.
What could he need, you wonder - only to be given your answer.
The White Rabbit's nose twitches as he tilts his head to sniff the air. The mighty cock begins to rise, growing erect, longer and thicker.
The White Rabbit sniffs the air again, in your direction, and takes a bunny foot step in your direction. |