wolf and bunny: Chronicles of Epic Life, Dreams, and Discovery

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and wolf and bunny. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “wolf and bunny” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see wolf and bunny come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “wolf and bunny, wolf and bunny, fuck, wolf and bunny!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “wolf and bunny” release.