KOIWAI & THE BUNNY

On a breezy Wednesday afternoon in early winter, Ayase Fuuka, her friend Shimau, and another classmate were out shopping together.

"I think I want to rent a video," Fuuka said as they walked past a video store.

"Oh, good, I've been meaning to drop by here again," Shimau said. "They have an excellent selection."

The three girls entered, and immediately heard a loud voice carrying through the store.

"I already told you, he's got that one!" the voice boomed. "I asked what you have that's in the same style as Tarantino! He's got all of Tarantino's stuff already! Even the bad one!"

"I-I'm sorry, sir!" a squeaky female voice replied meekly. "I'm...trying to help, I just don't know much about..."

"What the heck is THAT?!" the classmate shopping with them cried suddenly, pointing in alarm.

"Eh?" Fuuka and Shimau looked in the direction she was pointing. A man's head was visible over the nearest shelves; his face was stern and foreboding, his glasses shining eerily in the overhead lights of the video shop.

"Oh, that's Jumbo-san," Fuuka said. "I knew even before I saw him, that voice..."

"So that's Jumbo-san," Shimau said, nodding. "As expected."

"You...you know that huge guy?" the third girl asked Fuuka, eyes wide.

"He's a good friend of my neighbors," Fuuka said. "Me too, really." Walking further into the shop, Fuuka waved and called out. "Jumbo-san!"

Jumbo immediately downshifted from 'terrify the poor hapless clerk' to 'smile genially at a friend', and waved at Fuuka. "Yo, Fuuka-chan!" he boomed. "How's it goin'?"

"Good, good," Fuuka replied. "What's going on here? Were you harassing this poor girl?"

"Ah, no, it's fine!" the clerk squeaked, waving her hands placatingly. "I'm...trying to help this customer, I really am, I just..."

Jumbo adjusted his glasses, and bowed to the clerk. "I'm sorry I got carried away," he said in a softer thunder. "I'm just trying to find a good video to buy my friend for his birthday, and he's seen all the best ones already..."

"Eh?" Fuuka asked. "You wouldn't be talking about Koiwai-san, by any chance?"

"Yeah," Jumbo nodded. "His birthday's coming up Sunday, and this is the last video place I can look without driving all the way up to Kobe. And our shop's too busy this time of year for me to take that much time off..."

"That sounds like a real problem," Fuuka nodded.

Shimau tilted her head. "You were talking about Tarantino?" she asked Jumbo.

"Yeah," the tall man replied. "Koiwai's a big fan. Problem is, he's already got 'em all, so I'm trying to find something similar..."

"Oh, I know exactly what you want," Shimau said. Without pausing to explain, she walked straight to the foreign film section and selected a video, handing it to Jumbo. "Has he seen this?"

"Desperado?" Jumbo asked.

"It's a film by Robert Rodriguez, who works very closely with Tarantino. This one is in a similar style to Tarantino's work. Tarantino himself also has a cameo in the movie."

"Uooooh, you're very knowledgeable!" Jumbo said, impressed.

"Shimau's an amazing spring of trivia," Fuuka said. "And the further from spring it gets, the more trivial her knowledge seems..."

Shimau cringed as if physically struck. "Fuuka...that was...very bad."

Jumbo chuckled, then turned to the clerk. "I'll take this one," he said.

"Alright," the clerk replied, relieved. "I'll just ring that up for you..."

The girls started browsing the rental section. "I should get Koiwai-san something too," Fuuka said. "I didn't even know it was his birthday..." She sighed. "I can't afford to buy him a video, of course, and it sounds like he's hard to shop for in that regard anyway..."

"Perhaps a gift card for rentals?" Shimau suggested.

Fuuka shook her head. "No, I want to give him something nice," she said. "And I have a few days to think it over..."

"You know, on my dad's birthday, my mom always dresses up in a sexy costume and gives him a blowjob first thing in the morning," their classmate said as she looked over the rentals.

Fuuka and Shimau turned green. "That's...way more than we needed to know..." Shimau said.

"Why would you even mention that?" Fuuka cried.

"Huh? Koiwai-san is your husband, isn't he?"

Fuuka's shoulders slumped. "Oh god, not THAT again."

Shimau patted her on the back. "Don't let it bother you."

"I'm sorry! I really thought he was," the third girl said, blushing.

"If he was, I'd already know when his birthday was," Fuuka pointed out.

"Oh. I...guess that's true." The girl tilted her head. "So Koiwai-san is single, then?"

"Yeah," Fuuka nodded.

Shimau suddenly gave Fuuka a sly grin. "You know, maybe something like that from a cute schoolgirl is just the right thing for a lonely bachelor..."

"RIDER KICK!" Fuuka exclaimed, punting Shimau down the aisle.

* * * * *

By the time it was too late to shop anymore, Fuuka still hadn't come up with anything to give Koiwai for his birthday. She went home, determined to do better the next afternoon.

"By the way, everyone," Fuuka said as the Ayase family sat down to dinner that evening, "I found out Koiwai-san's birthday is Sunday. We really should give him a birthday party."

"That's an excellent idea," Mrs. Ayase said. "I'm glad you brought it up. I'll take care of all the planning for it tomorrow."

"Hmm, we need to get him something," Ena said. "But what?"

"We could give him Fuuka wrapped up in a ribbon," Asagi said teasingly.

"ONEECHAN!" Fuuka exclaimed, face flaming crimson. "God, what IS it with people and that today?!"

Asagi blinked. "You mean someone beat me to it already? Darn..."

"Ignore her, Fuuka-chan," Mrs. Ayase said placatingly. "She's sick in the head."

"You got that right," Fuuka agreed.

"But it's really hard to shop for someone if you don't know their tastes," Ena said.

"Yeah..."

* * * * *

By Friday evening, everyone except Fuuka had bought Koiwai a present. Ena had thoughtfully selected a padded wrist rest for his computer desk. Asagi had picked out a cologne and aftershave set. Mrs. Ayase had picked up a two kilogram bag of Colombian coffee beans, and even Mr. Ayase had managed to contribute a gift—a bottle of premium sake.

Fuuka sighed. "I still don't know what to get him," she said.

"That's weird," Asagi said idly as she watched television. "You know him better than any of us, and we've all come up with something..."

"I know, I know!" Fuuka moaned, flopping over on the couch like a half-dead fish. "Alright...tomorrow, I'm going shopping, and I absolutely won't rest until I have a gift for Koiwai-san!"

* * * * *

"I give up," Fuuka moaned, sagging tiredly as the sun began to set. "I just can't...find anything I think he'd really, really like..."

Shimau patted her on the back. "You tried your hardest, Fuuka. You really care about him, or you wouldn't be going all out like this."

"Yeah, but my whole family found presents for him..."

"Very generic presents that any man would appreciate," Shimau pointed out. "Your problem is you know Koiwai-san well enough to want to get him something really special, but not well enough to know exactly what he wants or needs."

"Yeah...that's pretty much how it is," Fuuka said listlessly.

Shimau stopped walking suddenly, a contemplative expression on her face. Fuuka glanced at her, tilting her head curiously. "What is it, Shimau?"

"I was just thinking...there is one option you still have time to consider."

"What, a gift card?" Fuuka asked. "That'd be utterly embarrassing..."

"No, not that," Shimau said, shaking her head. "I'm thinking about...that one particular suggestion from the other day."

Fuuka turned red. "Shimau, this is NOT the time to be joking around! Especially about something like that!"

"I'm not joking," Shimau said. "Look over there..." She pointed to a boutique that very few people were going in and out of. "If I'm not mistaken, that shop sells various erotic costumes..."

Fuuka's face went from crimson to a pale, sickly green in an instant. "H-hey...you can't really be..."

"Koiwai-san IS single, is he not?"

"Well, yeah..."

"And it is likely that he has not received...certain attentions from a woman in some time, especially being a single parent of a young child as he is."

"...I guess..."

Shimau nodded. "Then as his closest female friend, and the friend who cares so much about him as to agonize over selecting a gift for him for three straight days...it seems fitting that you should give him something absolutely nobody else can give him."

"Shimau! There's...there's just no way I can...something like that...with Koiwai-san..." Fuuka's voice grew smaller and more strained with each word; her face was completely red now, and she was pushing the tips of her index fingers together.

"You care a great deal about him, right?"

"Yeah..."

"And you him to be happy on his birthday, right?"

"Of course..."

"And you want to give him something he will treasure for the rest of his life, right?"

"I...don't know if I'd go THAT far, but...I do want to give him something special..."

"Then you know what you have to do," Shimau concluded, pointing commandingly at the erotic boutique.

Fuuka sighed. "This is so humiliating..."

* * * * *

"What about that?"

"Ugh! Absolutely not!"

"This one?"

"What the heck IS it? I don't even—"

"How about this?"

"OH MY GOD NO."

"How about this, then?"

"That's not TOO bad, but...it isn't really..."

"Ahem...if I may make a suggestion, ladies? Since you seem to be...less than experienced in selecting risque attire...you might want to stick to the tried and true classic."

"...oh, yes, that's...Fuuka would look very, very cute in that."

"Yes. Any man would be thoroughly entranced by a cute girl clad in this sexy little number."

"Eep! I...well...alright, I guess..."

* * * * *

Fuuka poked her head out of the boutique, looked up and down the sidewalk in both directions three times, then darted out the door and sprinted two blocks away before stopping to catch her breath, a nondescript, unmarked brown paper bag clutched tightly to her midsection.

A moment later, Shimau strolled up to her, casual and completely unconcerned.

"Aren't...you worried someone...might see you...coming out of that place?" Fuuka wheezed.

"Not especially. What I choose to do in private is my own business, after all, and if someone I happen to know suddenly envisions me in dominatrix leather, well...that's their own little fantasy and they're welcome to it."

Fuuka stared at her. "You scare me sometimes."

Shimau shrugged. "So, mission accomplished?"

"Phase one accomplished," Fuuka amended. "I still have to actually get up the nerve to do this thing..."

"Well, hang in there and give it your best!" Shimau cheered, before strolling off toward home, whistling merrily.

* * * * *

Fuuka arrived home to find Yotsuba, Ena, and Miura playing jump rope in the street out front.

"Hey Fuuka!" Yotsuba greeted, waving...and forgetting to jump, thus winding up tangled in the rope. She fell on her butt, blinked, and started laughing.

Ena giggled. "Yotsuba-chan..."

"Whatcha got there, neechan?" Miura asked.

"Oh, it's...just something...don't worry about it..."

"Is it Koiwai-san's birthday present?" Ena asked.

"Ah..." Fuuka paled, sweating nervously.

"Uoooooh, Fuuka got Touchan a present?" Yotsuba asked. "Do I get one too?"

"Yotsuba-chan...it's your daddy's birthday, not yours..." Ena reminded her.

"Aww."

"So, Oneechan, it is for Koiwai-san, isn't it?" Ena asked. "Show us! Show us!"

"NO!" Fuuka yelled. "Um. I mean. It's...a surprise. I don't want anyone spoiling it until I give it to him."

"Awww. We won't tell, honest!"

"I know you won't, because you're not going to see it," Fuuka said stiffly.

Ena pouted. "You're no fun."

Once Yotsuba had untangled herself from the jump rope, Fuuka pulled her off to the side, out of earshot of the other girls. "I need you to do me a big favor, Yotsuba-chan," she said.

"Do I get ice cream if I do it?" Yotsuba asked.

Fuuka twitched. "Sure, we can do that."

"Okay!" Yotsuba agreed. "What is it?"

"You wake up before your daddy most of the time, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, listen carefully," Fuuka whispered. "I need you to go to bed super-early tonight so you'll be sure to be up a long time before your daddy. Tomorrow morning, I'm gonna come over really really early. I need you to let me in without making any noise, and then come over to my house and help Okaasan and my sisters set up for the birthday party."

"Okay," Yotsuba said. "But whatcha gonna do over at my house?"

"I've got a really special present for your daddy, but it's gonna take me some time to set up, and I don't want anyone but your daddy to see what I'm doing."

"Oh. Why?"

"I just don't, that's all."

"Oh, is it somethin' like when you take a poop an' you don't want no one watchin'?" Yotsuba asked.

Fuuka turned very red. "Uh...not quite, but..." She coughed. "Just do what I asked, and after the party, I'll get you TWO ice cream cones. Anything you want on them."

Yotsuba's eyes widened. "Uooooh! It's a deal!" She saluted. With that, she scampered off to her own house.

Fuuka heaved a sigh of relief...and turned to find Ena and Miura watching her, eyes half-lidded, arms folded.

"That was pretty dirty, Oneechan," Ena said.

"Bribing a little kid like that," Miura said, shaking her head. "Shameful."

"And just WHAT are you plotting, anyway?" Ena asked.

"It's none of your business," Fuuka said, turning her nose up and walking toward the gate.

"Bet she's gonna do somethin' really kinky with Yotsuba's dad," Miura stage-whispered to Ena, smirking.

"RIDER KICK!"

"Ah! Miura-chan! Don't fly so far away!"

* * * * *

Fuuka locked and blocked her bedroom door that night, to prevent her sisters from sneaking in and peeking inside the little brown bag. The next morning, just after dawn, she dressed in the frumpiest sweatshirt and sweatpants she had, grabbed the brown bag, checked to make absolutely sure its contents had not been disturbed, then crept downstairs and slipped out the front door, hopefully without being noticed.

Next door, she found Yotsuba already waiting outside the front door. She quietly slipped through the gate, then up the sidewalk, crouching down in front of the green-haired girl. "Is your daddy still asleep?"

"Touchan's still 'sleep, just like you wanted," Yotsuba reported. "I'm gonna go over to your place now, just like you said."

"Good girl, Yotsuba-chan," she said, ruffling the child's hair.

Yotsuba smiled at the praise. She hopped to her feet and raced to the gate, waving. "I gotta take a big poop!" she called.

Fuuka laughed weakly. "That girl..." She sighed. Turning to face the door, she steeled herself and went inside, slipping off her shoes.

She peeked into the bedroom. Koiwai was still asleep, just as Yotsuba had said. Holding in a sigh of relief, Fuuka crept to the changing room of the furo. Locking the door just to be sure, she stripped completely naked, meticulously folding all her clothes and placing them in one of the straw baskets, then opened the brown bag from the boutique and took out the embarrassingly risque costume.

She grimaced as frequently as she blushed while dressing herself in the erotic outfit. The nylons felt like they were cutting off the blood supply to her legs. The waist of the corset squeezed and pinched like hell, and her breasts swelled up out of the cups like muffin tops. She had unfortunately forgotten to buy nipple pasties; she hoped and prayed the corset would stay up. "Ugh...now I know what a sausage feels like," she grumbled.

With the painful part of donning the outfit over, she added the finishing touches: the cuffs, the collar and bowtie, the stiletto heels, and the satin bunny ears. Lastly, a light touch of makeup...

She looked at herself in the mirror, and blushed furiously. "Oh my GOD, if my family or my classmates saw this..." She sighed. "At least the one person who's ever gonna see me like this is never gonna breathe a word of it to another living soul." She clenched a fist. "If he doesn't want his balls lopped off, anyway..."

Taking a deep, calming breath (and adjusting the top of the outfit again), Fuuka began rehearsing her carefully prepared dialogue.

And stopped.

*This isn't good,* she thought to herself. *If this is gonna work, I need...*

Unlocking the door, she crept quietly out of the changing room. Glancing nervously around, she crept upstairs; she knew Koiwai habitually kept his wallet and mobile phone in his work room.

Fortunately, it was wide open; she went inside and picked up his wallet, opening it and finding his driver's license. *So that's his name,* she mused. *Okay! NOW I can do this...*

Practicing it twice, just to be sure she had it down perfectly, she silently descended the stairs, and bracing herself, went into the bedroom.

* * * * *

"Wakey-wakey, Ko~ta~shi~kun..."

Koiwai stirred groggily, eyelids twitching, at the sound of a cute, slightly sultry voice calling to him.

"Happy birthday, Ko~ta~shi~kun!"

Koiwai opened his eyes...and his jaw dropped open at the sight that greeted him.

A bunny girl was leaning over him, smiling with pretty, glossy pink lips, her midnight blue satin bunny ears fully unfurled in the grip of gravity; large breasts were straining against the matching midnight blue corset she wore. Her hands, wrists adorned with buttoned cuffs, rested on her nylon-clad thighs.

Immediately, he felt himself stiffen at the absolutely sexy vision hovering over him. So enraptured was he by the unreal, erotic dream girl that it took his brain nearly a full thirty seconds to process certain other, very important details.

Namely the short hair, the somewhat spiky earlocks, and the thick eyebrows that framed a very cute face he had come to know quite well in the past months.

"...Fuuka...?!"

"Bin~go!" Fuuka singsonged, smiling cutely at him. "Except just for today, it's Special Birthday Bunny Edition Fuuka!"

"What...the hell...?" Koiwai started to get up, but a stiletto-heeled shoe gently pinned his chest down; he couldn't quite avert his gaze from the long nylon-clad leg and the sexy, cotton-tuft-adorned rear end that now filled his immediate field of vision.

"No, no, don't get up just yet," Fuuka said in a soft, sexy tone, with just a hint of nervousness. She pivoted, taking care not to spike him with her heel, and lowered herself to squat on his chest. He had an uncomfortably close view of her crotch, and was now more acutely aware than ever of the ample size of her chest.

"What...Fuuka, what are you DOING?!" Koiwai asked.

"I'm giving you a very special birthday present, Ko~ta~shi~kun," she purred.

"You're freaking me out is what you're doing," Koiwai said weakly.

Fuuka pouted cutely. "Aww, don't say that," she said. "I'm doing my best to be super sexy for you."

"And you're succeeding, that's why I'm freaked out!" Koiwai exclaimed.

Fuuka sighed. In her normal tone of voice, she said, "Look, Koiwai-san, it took a lot, and I mean A LOT, of nerve to do this, and I'm risking permanent humiliation here to do something very special for you because you happen to be a really good friend and I happen to really care about you. So please...just lie there, do what I say, and be thankful for your birthday present."

Koiwai stared at her, stunned. "Fuuka..."

"Because I can guarantee after today this is NEVER happening again," she said, blushing furiously.

"Oh...okay...um...what do..."

Putting her cute, sexy voice back on, Fuuka smiled. "Just...lie back and relax, Ko~ta~shi~kun...let Birthday Bunny Fuuka make your day super happy." Without quite standing up, she sidled down to his legs, kneeling, pinning his ankles with her shins. She crouched low over his waist, and slowly pulled down his boxer shorts. "Oh my, look...you're already ready for your present!" she said. Caressing his manhood with a soft, warm hand, Fuuka lowered her head, those soft, pretty lips descending nearer and nearer...

Koiwai felt a hot, wet pressure along the underside of his dick as Fuuka slowly dragged her tongue along the length of the vein. When she reached the tip of his member, she teasingly flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth against it, then opened her mouth and took half the length of him into those soft, warm pink lips. Ever so slowly, she lowered herself further, engulfing as much of him as she could, then just as slowly she retreated, the gentle pressure of her mouth on his shaft causing him to shudder in delight.

"It's so hot and so hard," she said wonderingly, before flicking the end with her tongue again and once more going down. Koiwai watched, awestruck, as Fuuka's head bobbed up and down in his lap, a litany of slurping, smacking, and soft grunting noises creating the soundtrack to the feel of wet, soft warmth caressing his manhood, occasionally pressing tightly and eliciting a moan from him.

After a few minutes, she encircled the base of his shaft with her hand, stroking as she licked, slurped, and sucked. As his gasps of delight increased in frequency and volume, Fuuka found herself encouraged to go faster and harder, going down so forcefully that several times, she felt the tip of Koiwai's dick pound against the back of her throat.

Even though she was expecting it, the moment of climax caught her completely by surprise; the sudden explosion of viscous heat inside her mouth, gushing over her tongue, spattering her throat...she withdrew quickly, a long, sticky white strand of semen dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Wordlessly, Koiwai passed her the box of tissues he kept at the head of the futon; she spat up the volume of cum that was still in her mouth, then gingerly wiped the remainder off her lips. She had turned faintly blue and looked more than a little disgusted.

"Um...sorry about that," Koiwai offered lamely.

"No, it's...I mean, that was kind of the whole point, um..." Fuuka blushed. She was now kneeling on the edge of the futon, looking away, bangs obscuring her eyes.

Koiwai covered himself and sat up. "Fuuka-chan," he said softly.

She looked up at him, not quite able to meet his gaze.

"Thank you," he said. "That...was probably the nicest birthday present I've ever gotten."

Fuuka smiled. "I'm glad you...I'm glad," she said. She slowly stood up. "Um...I'm gonna go get out of this thing now," she said. "I don't...want anybody else seeing me wearing this crap."

"Good idea," Koiwai nodded.

"Um...and we're throwing you a birthday party next door. Yotsuba-chan's already over there, so um...hurry and get cleaned up and dressed and we'll go."

"Yeah, but maybe you'd better change first," Koiwai said. "I'm guessing you probably put that outfit on in the furo..."

"Eep! Um, yeah...and my clothes are still there..." Fuuka blushed. "Okay, I'll go change real quick so you can take a shower."

"Okay. Oh, and you...um...there's mouthwash in the cupboard, and an extra unopened toothbrush..."

"Thanks," Fuuka said, before hastily departing.

* * * * *

A half-hour later, the Ayase family, Yotsuba, and Jumbo were singing "Happy Birthday" to Koiwai. He unwrapped his presents, all of which he seemed to greatly enjoy, and cake and ice cream were served (much to the delight of Asagi and Yotsuba).

("But you still owe me two cones later on! You promised!" "I know, I know, don't worry...")

"So, just what WAS the mystery gift Fuuka-chan gave you, Koiwai-san?" Asagi asked. "She wouldn't tell anyone, and nobody managed to get a look in that little brown bag. Which now seems to have mysteriously disappeared..."

"You're never going to see that bag or what was inside it ever again," Fuuka declared. "And as for what I gave Koiwai-san...that's a secret."

"A secret?" Asagi asked, eyebrow raised. "Oh my...now I simply MUST know."

"Too bad," Koiwai said. "I'm sworn to secrecy and I don't particularly feel like telling anyway." He smiled. "Let's just say she gave me something really special and leave it at that."

"If you say so," Asagi said, in a tone that declared she wasn't about to drop the matter that easily.

The party wound down well after lunchtime, and Koiwai gathered up his gifts and went home. As promised, Fuuka took Yotsuba out for her double portion of ice cream. Throughout the day, any attempts at unveiling the mystery of Fuuka's birthday present to Koiwai were deflected or met with stony silence.

That night, after dark, well after everyone had gone to sleep...

A light came on in Koiwai's work room. Another light came on in Fuuka's bedroom, directly opposite. Two windows slid open.

Koiwai lobbed an object out of his work room window, which easily cleared the short distance and was caught by Fuuka. Koiwai waved goodnight; Fuuka waved back, and they closed their respective windows. The light in Koiwai's work room went dark.

Fuuka looked down at the brown bag, which had been carefully sealed with packing tape and had a length of fishing line affixed to it. She blinked at a message penned on the side of it in purple ink and unexpectedly tidy handwriting:

'Until next year, Birthday Bunny Fuuka-chan!'

Fuuka turned crimson. "What part of 'never doing this again' did he not..." She sighed. "Oh well." Laughing, she cut the fishing line off the side of the bag, carefully hid the bag itself behind her bookshelf, then went to bed smiling.

Author's Notes

Since 9/26/12