Short Stories and poems

Lucky Rabbit

A Rabbit gets Lucky with a Leprechaun.

Richard, son of the Easter Bunny, was watching Patricia, daughter of the Saint Patrick’s Day leprechaun, sitting at the bar-top. The short redhead turned her head, as if sensing him, and smiled. He smiled back, and walked over to join her.

“Nice to see you again,” he said.

“Nothing like a nice Holiday Mixer to bring folks together,” Patricia said.

“Agreed,” Richard said. “So, what are you going to try?”

“The Red, White, and Boom,” said Patricia.

Richard grinned. “That’s a fun one,” he said. He looked at the bartender. “I’ll take the Laughing Skull.”

“Coming up.” The bartender got to work, mixing the drinks.

“So, did you like that Vore Day comic I sent you?” Patricia asked.

Richard chuckled. “Loved it. You were clearly inspired by our little romp.”

“What did you think of the fur color of the rabbit?” Patricia asked.

“Very close, although the brown could have been darker, the white patch could have been lower, and the size of the maleness could have been much bigger,” said Richard. “After all, you know how well hung I am.”

Patricia chuckled. “Sure, I could have,” she said. “But folks would have called it bullshit for being way too unrealistic.”

“That’s funny,” said Richard. “Folks have no issues with a rabbit swallowing down a leprechaun, but god forbid if they got an impressive-sized penis.”

“That you do,” said Patricia. “That you do.”

“So, what do you want to do, besides enjoying a drink or two?” Richard asked.

Patricia grinned. “I want to know how Gifted you are.”

“What do you mean?” Richard asked.

“Can you do some of the things your characters can do, besides using your mouth?” Patricia asked.

Richard grinned. “That I can do.”

The drinks came out. Patricia’s was red and white with blue smoke bubbling out of it, and as for Richard’s, it was black, with white skull-and-crossbones shaped candy floating on top of it. Patricia downed hers; blue smoke came out of her mouth. Richard downed his; a hoarse laugh came out of his mouth.

“Strong?”

“Strong. Yours?”

“Yep.”

The two started laughing. They then each ordered a water – it was usually a good idea to space out drinks after all.



A little while later, Richard and Patricia were in a room, reminiscent of a lovely Spring day in the Irish countryside. There was even a blanket loaded with treats and various picnic items.

“So, tell me, what trick do you want me to do with my penis?” Richard asked. “Growing to be big enough to swallow you like a big snake? Shrink you down to the size of a grain of rice and swallow you at that point? Or is there something else you wish to do?”

Patricia grinned. “I want to take our relationship to the next level,” she said. “I want you to put a litter of Irish rabbits into my womb.”

Richard looked at her. “Are you serious? You want us to be parents?”

Patricia nodded. “I’m ready for that step. Are you?”

Richard grinned. “Yes!”

They soon took off each other’s clothes, and the rabbit’s maleness entered the womanhood of his little Irish lady, eager to turn her into the mother of his children, while making sure that she was well-pleased. As for the Leprechaun, she knew a thing or two on how to get her bunny lover in a very good mood, increasing both of their pleasures. The two thoroughly enjoyed their lovemaking.



A while later, Richard was smiling as he looked into Patricia’s eyes.

“I’m rather surprised to see this,” he said.

“You and I both,” said Patricia. “Still, probably shouldn’t be too shocked about it, to be honest. After all, rabbits tend to be associated with fertility.”

Richard chuckled as he looked down at Patricia’s belly. Where once the little Irish lady might have called herself slim, she now looked like she had drank a small barrel of whiskey, or two. To say that she had a baby bump was an understatement at the very least.

“How long do you think?” he asked.

Patricia smiled. “I don’t know. I’ve never been pregnant before.”

Richard then kissed the belly. “Hello, little ones,” he said. “I’m your father.”



That was when Patricia’s stomach growled.

Richard chuckled. “Well, looks like you’re hungry,” he said.

“Ravenous,” said the leprechaun.

“Looks like I’d be better get you something,” the rabbit said. “Got any preferences?”

Patricia grinned. “Yes.”

“And what would that be?” Richard asked.

“Rabbit.”

“Well, I’d better get-”

Patricia held Richard to her. “I had a White Russian that had cream made from the milk of Santa’s reindeer.”

Richard chuckled nervously. “Well, that magic reindeer milk Is how he is able to eat all those cookies in one night.”

“Not to mention allowing him to eat the Extra-Large cookies that folks normally have to break up without needing to break them up,” said Patricia. “Keeps him from leaving crumbs.”

“So, what about my fur?” Richard asked. “Might not taste too good.”

Patrica grinned. “Already thought of that. Yum-Yum sauce.”

“Yum-Yum sauce? Like the stuff in those Japanese steakhouses?” Richard asked.

Patricia nodded. “Got a couple of bottles in my basket. Should even help me to swallow you on down.” Letting go of him, she opened the picnic basket and brought out a bottle. “Let’s get started.”

Working together, the pair got Richard fully covered in the Yum Yum sauce, both enjoying the flavor, and kissing each other. Patricia then had Richard lay on his belly.

“Now,” she asked. “Head-First or Feet-First?”

Path 1: Head-First
“Head-First,” said Richard.

Giving Richard one more kiss, Patricia began to swallow him down. Eventually, the leprechaun got to the rabbit’s groin – she gave him a lot of pleasure there, watching as Richard kicked his legs. Soon, he came, and relaxed. The rabbit had to admit – the leprechaun was good. She resumed swallowing. Soon, Patricia got to his feet, and tickled him, causing him to wiggle inside of her. Then, she gave him a final swallow, sending the rabbit on down her throat.

Path 2: Feet-First
“Feet-First,” said Richard.

Giving Richard one more kiss, Patricia went around to the rabbit’s feet. She opened her mouth, and began swallowing. After a while, she got to the rabbit’s groin. The leprechaun put her tongue to very good use, causing Richard to moan in pleasure. The rabbit had to admit, she was good at pleasuring him. She then resumed swallowing. Soon, Richard’s view of the outside world was framed by the back of Patricia’s teeth. With a few more swallows, the rabbit’s head, including his ears, were down her throat.



Shared:
Richard found himself inside the leprechaun’s stomach. He had to admit – once again – the sex was good, and the fun was good. Becoming a father-to-be, well, that was Great!

There was some patting. “Richard? Can you hear me?”

“Yes Patricia,” he said. “Kinda cramped, but, then again, you are expecting.”

Patricia chuckled. “Yes, I am.”

“I’ll see you in a bit,” Richard said.

“Yes, I will,” the leprechaun said. “Happy Easter.”

“Happy Saint Patrick’s Day,” the rabbit said. “And a Happy Vore Day as well.”

The Irish woman chuckled. “We certainly need to make that one Official.”

Richard chuckled. “That we do.”