poem - Brer Fox and Sister Cotton-Tail
#3 of Poetry
Inspired by the Brer Rabbit folktales. The content brushes up on non-con here, but it's not meant to be dark; it's actually supposed to be silly. If you're familiar with the original story, there's basically a lot of reverse-psychology going on.
Approximately 2000 words.
You know that there's all types/ of critters in the wood.
And some are quick, with others slow,/ some bad, and some are good.
But the focus of our story,/ which now I will detail,
Was that one wily Brer Fox,/ and Sister Cotton-Tail.
I've bet you heard this story's/ villain was the fox.
And the rabbit was the good one./ Utter poppycock!
See, rabbits are a nuisance,/ they wreck spinach, and dig holes.
And that trickster, little Cotton-Tail,/ was exactly one such soul.
Some might call her prudent/ with her modest coat of brown.
But it's clear that every springtime/ those bunnies get around!
You don't get so many sisters/ and little brother kits
Unless your mama was the type/ who loved to bounce her hips!
And with young Miss Cotton-Tail/ the apple didn't fall
too far away from Mama Bunn/ (that much folks do recall).
So, despite the somber colors/ she wore when on the trail
You could see her big white bottom/ when she lifted up her tail.
And this was a sure distraction/ to any animal around:
The startled skunk, the vulgar jay,/ the farmer's old, black hound.
But the one took most exception/ was Brer Fox, they say.
And he vowed that he would put a stop/ to the rabbit's wanton ways!
So, one day when she was hoppin'/ in the sunny month of June
and looking for a boyfriend,/ (she didn't much care who)
the good fox took a big old jar/ he filled with sticky pitch
and dressed it like a little jack/ propped up beside a ditch.
Sister Cotton-Tail hopped by,/ but the dummy didn't stir.
So, she paused and fussed as if to clean/ the nettles from her fur.
She wasn't used to boys not lookin'/ her all up and down.
Who was this stoic fellow,/ what must be new totown?
Battin' her big, dark brown eyes,/ and smoothing back her ears,
she then addressed the dummy-jack/ in a voice all sweet and clear.
"Hello there, sir! I don't believe/ that we've been introduced!"
But the stranger there said not a word/ and held himself aloof.
"A silent type. Now this I like!"/ the girl thought to herself.
"Or maybe he's a taken man,/his heart for someone else?
"Either way, a challenge here,/and I'm as good as game!
"A city man's the thing/when all the local boys are tamed!"
She slid an arm about the jack,/ "Oh, my!" she did exclaim.
"Your shoulders are quite broad, good sir!/ And such a sturdy frome!
"And so well-dressed! I see that too./ This little vest is dear!
"So much alike the farmer boy's/ that he outgrew last year!"
But still the jack paid her no mind./ Now this was quite absurd!
What gentleman would fail reply/ to such praiseful words?
Cotton-Tail narrowed her eyes,/ his mood to read again,
but could not parse the meaning/ on the dummy's painted grin.
The rabbit huffed, and then stood up./ "I see you have no class!
"No wonder you sit idle here/ alone and in the grass!
"Do you think yourself so princely/ just because of your good looks?
Well, I'll let you know, I've been to Lynn/ and seen at least three books!"
"And you are sure a simple-minded/ fool, that much is clear!"
She turned around, turned up her chin/ and pushed out her plump rear.
Then standing there with folded arms/ (she'd no intent to leave),
peered out the corner of her eye,/ his reaction for to see.
Again she saw the painted grin,/ now leering at her rump.
"You, villain!" then she shouted out/ and turned back with a jump.
"I'll not oblige your lustful eye!/ You'll soon learn your place!"
She brought her hand back, swung it out/ and slapped him in the face.
Brer Fox was in the bushes,/ delighted at the show,
and snickered when he saw the rabbit/ deal the heated blow.
The jar, it split wide open/ and spilled its sticky pitch.
The fox now stifled hoots of joy;/ the scene was just too rich!
"Unhand me!" screamed Miss Cotton-Tail/ "I'll have you locked away!
What brute seeks out a lady/ and attacks her in this way?"
Then with her other hand,/ she struck the jar again,
and now was twice stuck in the pitch./ What cost for self-defense!
Brer Fox could not contain himself,/ and so moved from the place
where he hid, now wiping/ tears of laughter from his face.
"Oh, you poor dear!" he chided./ "Do you need somebody's help?
"Or I can keep on going/ and you can wait for someone else."
MissCotton-Tail, she realized then,/ that she had played the fool.
And then became all full of fright/ at what the fox might do.
But soon, she sensed more mischief/ then malice on his face.
And Cotton-tail, she had a thought./ This might not be a waste!
Now typically, a bold and sporting hare/ was just her type.
But in truth, this tod was handsome/ and met her eye just right.
His ears were sharp, his color dark,/ his eyes were green and pale.
And then there was Grimm's story/ 'bout the fox with "seven tails".
What's more, the rabbit fancied herself/ of a modern sort,
so, why not try this handsomeman/ if only just for sport?
What's wrong with such a romance?/ The question should be asked!
She'd seen Miss Skunk with the farmer's cat,/ and never judgment passed!
But still, she know that Brer Fox/ was not her biggest fan.
And so, she set her mind to work,/ crafting out a plan
on how to trick him, just so that/ his vengeance would entail,
the kind of fun that'smost enjoyed/ by SisterCotton-Tail.
"Oh, Red!" she wept,"I'm sure that I make/ such a sorry sight!
"I steal and cheat, and oversleep,/ am always quick to fight!
"Surely, there's no punishment/ that I would not deserve!
"I leave it your hands, Brer Fox,/ my vices all to curb!"
"Hmph!" he said. "Well that's a shock;/ that you would wish reform.
"Perhaps I'll throw you in the briars/ so you can feel their thorns!"
"Oh, yes," she said. "You could do that.../ but it's likely not enough!
I've felt so many pricks, you see!/ Of this, I cannot bluff!"
"Well, then," mused the fox aloud,/ as he stroked his chin.
"I'll think of some other way/ you can pay for all your sins."
"I could dunk you in a big, old pot/ and cook you for my stew.
"Or wrap my fingers round your neck/ 'til those little cheeks are blue!"
"Oh, choke me, dunk me in a stew/ with radishes and kale!
"But please, oh, please!" the rabbit cried/ "Don't lift my little tail!
"For I've had many lovers, true,/ from the woods,down to the lake,
"but a big, mean fox, the likes of you?/ That's more than I can take!"
Miss Cotton-Tail was o'er the jar,/ two paws stuck in the pitch,
herhind legs straddled either side,/ and liftedup her hips.
And if he wanted, Brer Fox saw/ he could teach her right and quick,
but a bunny's known for wantonness./ It might be all a trick...!
"How would I know," he hissed out slow/ "that this you truly fear?
"when you make such a proud display/ of that softlittle rear?"
The bunny blushed, again spoke up/ "Sir, I deserve your scorn!
And if you think me liar now,/ just throw me to the thorns!'
"A ha!" snapped Fox, "And now you've lost!/ I see through your game!
"The briar patch is what you want!/ Your intent is mighty plain!
"I know rabbits keep their burrows there;/ I'm not such a fool!
"And now, to give you punishment,/ I'll burrow something too!"
He spread his paws and squeezed the cheeks/ of the rabbit's rump,
and drooled, thinking of rabbit stew./ Her asswas roundand plump!
But his tongue, in truth, it dribbled less/ than between the bunny's thighs
when she felt his touch upon her rear,/ and thought of him inside.
"Oh, no...!" she cried in feigned dismay,/ "I'm lost and can't be saved!
"This burly fox, he has me caught/ and soon will have his way!"
And when she next thenfelt his tongue/ upon her private place,
she stifled back a little moan/ and quickly hid her face.
"The shame...!" she panted, "Please, good fox!/ Is it not enough?
"How you have took me, made me beg,/ and lap my juices up?"
Brer Fox, hegrinned a wicked grin./ "Too late for that!" he said.
And beat the bunny's bottom/ 'til her little checks were red.
With every welt, a little yelp/ but herwetness, naught could hide.
"You're always such a nuisance,/ and a shameless flirt, besides."
"Why, look at you! Your juices runnin'/ like a cider mill.
"I think I may be yet convinced/ you ain't lookin' to get filled."
Miss Cotton-Tail she had to think/ right quickly of a fib,
or else the fox might leave her there,/ all flustered, but no dick.
"It's true," she said, "I'm wanton./ Of that, there is no doubt.
"Ever since that fine springtime/ when first I learned to bounce.
"But I see you growing stiff down there,/ and find myself in shock.
"I've never met a rabbit lad/ who had so large a cock!"
"And my poor, pussy is too tight!/ You surely won't fit in!
"Oh,_please_don't mount me, stretch me out,/ and fill me to the brim!"
Brer Fox, he gave a snicker./ "Well, let's see if it fits..."
And pushed himself in slowly/ past her tender lips.
Miss Cotton-Tailwhinedsweetly/ and would have been found out
had not a moan also escaped/ from out Brer Fox's mouth.
"Now_this_is just what youdeserve!/ I'll beat thispussy sore!"
And so, he pushed himself back in,/ much deeper than before.
He fixed his grip upon the rabbit's/ slender, little waist
and fucked her rough, imagining/ the look up on her face.
Miss Cotton-Tail was o'er the moon:/ wasn't this a rabbit's luck?
Who would have thought that mean, ol' fox/ was such a darn, good fuck?
She pushed her hips into him./ She gasped and arched her back.
But still, the lustful lady/ kept up her little act:
"Oh, Red! Would you not much prefer/a lady fox instead?
"I'm sure that any vixen/would take you to her bed!
"For, what girl would not be tempted/to, here, just take my spot?
"BUT PLEASE, OH, PLEASE! WHATE'ER YOU DO,/DON'T FILL ME WITH THAT KNOT!!!'
"Oh, no?" cried Brer Fox/ "Then, that's _exactly_what I'll do!
"And you can think of all/ that you have put us others through!"
And gradually, he squeezed inside/ (her hole was just sotight!).
Miss Cotton-Tail threw back her head/ and screamed with sheer delight.
For both the two, it was the hardest/ that they'd ever come.
Who would have thought a bunny girl/ and fox could have such fun?
But when Brer Fox he tried/ to stand up from his crouch,
MissCotton-Tail clamped up on him/ and he could not pullout!
The rabbit then,she turned her head,/ "That was nice, goodfuck."
"ButI'm afraid that now it seems/the_both_of us are stuck!
Shebobbed her little cotton-tail,/ and moved from left to right.
She felt the fox growhard again,/ and gripped him nice and tight.
"Iwillexplain," said Cotton-Tail,/ "but I'm sure you must know.
"That your dick is just _too_good. And now,/ I can'tlet you go!
"So, do please be a good boy/ and keep yourself inside;
"A gentleman can't leave until/ a lady's satisfied!"
But the thing with bunny girls is,/they are_never_satisfied...
So, ol' Brer Fox was stuck there/ 'til she milked the poor man dry.
When they found him the next morning,/he washalf-dead on the ground.
And it was was weeks before the fox/ could properly sit down.
And that's how Sister Cotton-Tail/ tricked honest Brer Fox.
Her kinddon't think of playing fair,/ but only gettin' off.
They make look soft and innocent,/ but they'll always get you screwed.
No, there's never been a good bunny,/ and there'll never be one, too!