It was three days before Christmas, and Danny was on his way home from the local bar, which was just a few blocks from his house. Snow flurried through the sleepy town of Midland, and the sound of his feet crunching through the frost echoed off the tall buildings. Ice hung from the street signs and lampposts he passed on his way. It was a stark contrast from the warm, stuffy, loud bar he just left. He’d stayed until last call, drowning his sorrows with the ale he’d downed with gusto amongst acquaintances who were just as lonely as he. The holidays are the worst, he thought to himself. His life was lonely. Danny was an only child, his parents had moved to Florida, and for whatever reason, it was almost impossible for him to keep a girl. Stumbling over a curb, he cursed the cold.

Finally, he arrived at his apartment building, and he made a mental note not to walk home in the middle of winter ever again. It was so damn cold. He thought about his dark, lonely room as he walked up the stairs to the building’s front door. Him being drunk, he hadn’t taken into account the fact that it was a very cold winter’s night and he should be careful where he walked. He put his foot down on the third step up, and immediately lost his balance, slipping on the thin layer of ice that had made that step its bed for the night. Unable to regain control of his inebriated body, Danny went flying down the stairs. His head hit the railing, and his hands and knees skidded him to a halt at the bottom. His jeans were torn and his right palm was bleeding, and now he had even more of a headache to worry about tomorrow morning thanks to the metal railing.

The nighttime security guard, whose normal haunt was the lobby, came rushing out to see if Danny was okay. He stood at the top of the stairs, hesitant to walk down them because of the very ice Danny had just slipped on. “Are you okay down there?” He asked.

Danny stood up slowly, using the railing to steady himself. “Son of a bitch, that hurt!” He glanced at his bleeding palm and then felt his head throb as all the blood rushed to it. He looked up at the security guard, a semi-permanent wince on his face, “Yeah, I’m fine…”

“Can you make it up the stairs on your own?” The guard inquired.

“I… I think so… I just need to watch out for that step, huh…” He clung to the railing with both hands, like a mountain climber holding onto a rope as he took each step.

“Alright then, I’ll help the little miss up here for ya…” The guard said, carefully and deliberately taking each step down the stairs, hand firm on the other railing.

“What miss?” Danny glanced back with an unsteady wobble to find a cute little blonde woman with bunny ears perched atop her head. She was wearing hardly anything to keep her warm in this kind of weather; a thin sweater over a t-shirt and some tight leggings with tears in the knees. Her shoes were fabric and were soaked through from the snow. And he had no clue who she was.

“Oh, thanks…” she said in a tiny voice. The blonde took the guard’s hand and he led her up the stairs. Danny made his way up after them, and they all stepped into the warm lobby together.

“You two have a good night, now,” the guard said, “and feel better there, Dan.” He nodded his head to the girl, “Missus.”

The girl beamed a smile and her cheeks lit up rosy red, and Danny couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty. He wondered if she was a new tenant here. With any luck, her apartment is in the same hallway as mine! He thought. But then he checked himself; she’d never go for a slob like him. His head gave a throb of protest and he turned toward the elevators with a groan. The girl followed him, hopping into the same car, not announcing the floor she intended to go to.

They stood there quietly for a moment in the elevator. They still had six floors to go. Danny decided to make a move. “Hi, I’m Danny. Are you new here?” It came out slurred and each syllable brought a light throb of pain to his head. He reached out the hand that wasn’t all bloodied up, still wincing.

“I… well actually, I don’t know,” said the little bunny girl. “I thought I was with you,” her eyes went wide. “Do you know my name?” She took his hand and held it with both of hers. They were tiny compared to his.

“I think you might have me confused with someone else…” said Danny, taken aback. The girl was clearly confused. And probably nuts.

“Oh… I’m sure I do, then,” said the girl. She took her hands off of his and stared at him for a moment. The elevator continued its ascent. “Can I at least take care of your wounds? It shouldn’t take long… you just look like you’re in a lot of pain.”

A girl wanted to join him in his apartment and take care of him? A cute girl? With bunny ears? Even if she was a little crazy, he couldn’t say no to that! “I suppose that’s fine… do you need a place to stay for the night?”

She looked at him with her beautiful bright eyes, “I’d love that!”

The elevator gave a “ding!” as it came to a halt and she hopped out of it and looked at him for direction. “It’s this way,” he said, turning to the right and leading her along the line of blue doors to his, apartment number 856, all the way at the end of the hallway. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, trying his best to appear less drunk than he really was. After a frustrated moment, he realized that her hands were on his again. She stopped him and looked up at him with a smile.

“I got it,” she said. “Which key is it again?”

He groaned, bringing his hand to his head, and leaned against the wall. “The brass one… yeah right there,” he said as she fingered the keys, picking out the one he was referring to. She slipped it into the keyhole and grinned when she heard the door unlock.

She swung the door open and followed in after him. The apartment was fairly clean despite the few pieces of laundry that littered the floor. It was quiet and dark and the shades were drawn, but the light was on in the kitchen to their right. She found another light switch and flicked it on, and he gave an immediate groan of displeasure. The bright lights sent another shockwave of pain over his head and he sat down on the arm of the couch. “Come on,” she tugged on his arm, “let’s get you to the bathroom so I can clean you up.” Her fingers grazed his chest as she wrapped her hands around his bicep and he realized that something else was throbbing.

He stood quickly at the sudden realization of his boner and pulled the hem of his jacket down to cover himself. His head throbbed again, though it was becoming less painful now, and he gave her a sheepish grin. “I’ll lead the way then…” He stepped in front of her so his back was to her and showed her to the bathroom. All the way down the hall he was cursing his boner. She was going to get the wrong impression of him if she saw him like that!

“Take off your jacket,” she said, now that they were in the bathroom. He was seated on the rim of the bathtub and his cock was still very hard. In fact, it was getting harder by the minute.

“Uh… can’t I just leave it on?” He gave a nervous chuckle.

“No… I need to check the rest of you anyway… Go on, take it off.” She stood there, hands resting on her hips, bunny ears perched just so on her head. She’d removed her sweater upon entering the apartment, and he realized that she had no bra on beneath her shirt. Despite the warmth of the apartment compared to the chill of outside, her nipples were pressing hard against the white fabric of the t-shirt. That didn’t help his predicament, but she looked like she wasn’t going to budge until he took off the coat. He slid it off slowly and her eyes grew wide. “Oh… oh, my goodness!”

Oh no… he thought to himself, she’s going to leave now… But he was surprised to see a smug little grin on her rosy face.

“I thought I pegged you for a Guns N Roses type of guy!” She smiled, then turned and began rifling through his bathroom cabinets. He looked down, confused until he saw that his shirt was a Guns N Roses band t-shirt. Still, he wondered how she hadn’t noticed the huge bulge in his pants. Her back was still turned when he reached down to adjust himself, accidentally arousing himself more with the touch of his own hand and the view of her nice ass raised in the air as she checked his lower cabinets for rubbing alcohol and bandages.

When she turned around, he quickly removed his hand from his pants and she seemed to be unaware that it had ever been there in the first place. “Let’s take a look, then…” she knelt in front of him, examining the hand that had the scrape. She leaned over him to reach the faucet of the bathtub, breasts lightly rubbing his cock through the fabric as she went. He stifled a moan. As she fussed with the faucet, her small body wiggled and squirmed, and her crotch pressed against his knee. “There, give me your hand,” she said, grabbing his hand and putting it under the lukewarm water. She rubbed it gently, trying to get the dried blood off so she could see the wound better.

She grabbed the towel from the towel rack beside them and dried his hand off, then dabbed the towel in the still-running water to wipe off his knees, too. It stung, but he didn’t mind it. She reached up and grabbed the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls from the counter. “This is going to hurt a little,” she said, getting a cotton ball wet with the liquid, “but it’ll be clean and then you’ll be alright.” She applied it first to his knees, and then his hand, which stung the most. She rubbed antiseptic ointment on the wounds and put sticky-bandages on his knees. On his hand, she put a piece of gauze and wrapped it up with a white bandage. Then she turned her attention to his head, which was sporting a small bump and a light bruise where he’d hit it on the railing.

All the while his cock stayed ready for action, and his body temperature soared with his increasing desire. She placed her tiny, cool hand on his cheek, eyeing his forehead with her face so close to his that he could feel her small breath. He’d been silent the whole time. He figured he should say something… “So… thanks for doing this for me.”

“Oh, I just like to help people out…” Her voice was very quiet now.

“May I ask what’s with the bunny ears?”

“I’m not sure where I got them… but I know that I like them. I think they’re cute.” She stood up and looked at him, “Wait here, I need to get you some ice so we can get that bump down. Do you have some in your freezer?”

He stuttered for a moment before producing an answer, because his eyes had wandered from her ears to her breasts; the nipples still teased him beneath the shirt. “Yes… yes, there is ice in my freezer.”

As soon as she stepped out, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans in an effort to adjust his cock so it would stop hurting him. But he didn’t move fast enough because she was back at the bathroom door, eyes wide and mouth open like she was going to say something but her words were stopped at the sight of him like that. She shook her head, and he felt his face turn bright red. “Do… do you need help with that?”

He assumed she meant the zipper. Wow, she was professional about this stuff… “Sure, if you wouldn’t mind… it’s hard to get with my hand all cut up…”

She stepped over cautiously, and instead of reaching for his zipper and button like he’d thought she’d do, she grabbed his cock with her tiny, cool hands and went to her knees. She pulled the large member out through the front hole in his boxers and looked up at him, smiling. “I was going to help you with this later, you know… but I appreciate your forwardness.” She kissed the tip of it and then began licking at it. He let out a moan and tilted his head back. He prayed he wouldn’t be too drunk to remember this in the morning.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it on the bathroom floor, then watched as she went down on him. She took his dick into her mouth and lowered herself onto it, taking the full length of the member inside. She used her hands in tandem with her mouth, taking him in and out, moving her hands up and down. Here bright eyes looked up at him, cheeks flush with desire. He put his hand on the back of her head as he felt himself nearing the verge of orgasm.

But then, she stopped, raising herself up to kiss his lips. She took his hand, “Let’s go to your bedroom, okay?” He nodded and followed her lead, guiding her with his words to his bedroom across the apartment. Once inside, she turned and kissed him. He was so much taller than her that she had to stand on her tip toes to reach his lips. Her small hands ran down his chest, fingers twisting in his burly chest hair and then moving down to his abdomen as they kissed.

He grabbed the back of her head, holding her there as he thrust his tongue between her sultry lips and teased her with it, his other hand moving to the space between her thighs. His fingers lightly rubbed against her pussy through the fabric. Even through her panties and leggings, he could feel her arousal, hot and wet, begging for him to be inside of her. She backed away and pulled her shirt off, revealing her beautifully smooth and bubbly breasts, and he quickly pulled off his jeans and boxers before moving her to the bed.

She lay there on her back, fingers twisting in his soft hair, as he hovered over her, lips and teeth and tongue teasing her sensitive nipples. She moved her hips against him and his hand went down to the hem of her leggings. He ran his tongue down her tummy and pulled the leggings off, leaving her panties there for a moment. He paused momentarily, lips lingering above her soft, wet pussy. She could feel his breath through her panties, and after he gave a nice long sniff of her pussy the panties were off.

Slowly, softly, he dragged his lips along her wet opening, pausing to kiss it here and there, before finally letting his tongue play with her labia. She squirmed and moaned with each tender lick as he flicked his tongue around her clit and inserted it here and there. His headache was completely forgotten at this point. Her pussy became even wetter with the pleasure he was giving her, and he slid a finger and then two fingers into the hole, rubbing them along her g-spot. She could barely control the spasms that came from her legs as she moaned and rotated her hips against his pleasuring caresses. He could feel her muscles tensing inside of her tight, sweet vagina, so he quickened the pace.

She exploded with her orgasm, her juices squirting everywhere as she writhed in pleasure. She pulled her knees up and together as she came, trapping his head there between her legs. He kept licking at her until she couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore and she pushed him away, giggling. He stopped and climbed back over her. She grinned at him and kissed his lips. Then, with a primal, lustful growl, he turned her over so that she was on her tummy. Slowly, he slid his cock into her pussy from behind. She was so wet from her orgasm that he slid in very easily despite her small stature.

And she was small. The constriction of her pussy around his cock was so much that it was hard not to cum just from that first thrust. He let out a small moan and his hands cupped her breasts as he continued to thrust in and out of her, moving slowly at first. With each pump of his cock, she moaned with pleasure. “Goddamn, you’re so tight…” He said as he paused, feeling his orgasm build. He bit down on her shoulder and pumped in and out of her as fast as he could before pulling out and spilling his seed inside of her. He cradled her there for a moment, cock inside of her, arms wrapped around her body. Her pussy milked his cock wantonly. He nuzzled her neck and exhaled shakily onto her. He pulled out slowly, and lay down beside her, pulling her close. They were both panting. They were both exhilarated.

Then, as they spooned, she told him about her story; how she came to be at the entrance of his apartment. Her ears sat lopsided on her head as she regaled her tale. “I don’t know a lot,” she began, “but I do know that I ran away from somewhere… I didn’t want to be there anymore so I just left. The rooms were all white and the people were all tired… it was not a fun place to be.” Danny’s heart jumped into his throat. What if she was a minor? What if he just fucked a minor?

“D-do you know how old you are?”

“Twenty,” she answered, without skipping a beat. Danny heaved a sigh of relief. The bunny girl turned around in his arms in shock. “I didn’t remember that before!” Her arms enveloped him in a big hug. “You helped me to remember! Now if only I could remember my name…”

“Hmmm… well until you remember it, what is something I can call you?” Danny asked, smiling.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter what you call me… I’ll be gone in the morning anyway, won’t I?” Her tone was sad.

“You don’t have to leave in the morning,” Danny said. He rather liked her company. “In fact, why don’t you stay for Christmas? That is unless you suddenly remember your family, in which case you should spend it with them.” The little bunny girl nodded and smiled. “In the mean time, since you don’t remember your name, why don’t I give you one?” He felt delighted at the idea that she’d be responding to a name that he gave her.

“Okay, I like that idea,” she chimed, laying her head on his chest.

He looked at her, examining her features. “How about…” Something about her had to jump out at him so he could give her a good name. When his eyes rested on the pair of bunny ears that sat crooked in her messed up hair, he smiled, “How about Bun-Bun?”

The girl cheered, squirming and clapping her hands, “Bun Bun! It’s perfect! Thank you, I love my name!” She gave him a big smooch and then cuddled up against him.

Danny and Bun Bun would spend the next few days together, preparing his apartment for Christmas. They went to the store, bought gifts for each other, and decorated the place with a tree and some stockings and lights. Nothing could have prepared Danny for his meeting this bright-eyed cutie; for spending the holidays with her, or for the life they would spend together helping her replace her old, forgotten memories with brand new ones.

<3 AJ Bunnie Hughes