Ski Bunny
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After the worst birthday in recent memory, Jack is a self-pitying mess on the slopes. Things go from bad to worse when an accident cripples him, leaving him at death's door. Only the intervention of an ancient god can save Jack's life, but it comes at a price. Service for his rabbit-eared god begins with becoming a college aged sorority sister and quickly devolves as Jack comes to grips with a new female body. However, her body has it's own needs and gods are not fond of being crossed.
Jack embarks on an erotic quest to free herself from servitude, one co-ed at a time. Gender bender erotica.
Emily Cummings
Stories get stuck in my brain, spinning, whirling, endlessly cascading through my consciousness. Writing is the only way to calm the turbulence. I write about what gets me excited and hope you can find something to get excited about in my stories.Relax and enjoy!
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Ski Bunny - Emily Cummings
Ski Bunny
By Emily Cummings
Copyright 2015
Chapter 1
A chill mountain air swirled, easily slicing through my heavy ski coat as I struggled to hold the fragile paper map aloft with shivering hands. My skis swung freely beneath the chairlift as overcast skies descended towards me, the mechanism bringing me ever nearer to the summit. The snow below, well carved by hundreds of skis and snowboards, crawled beneath as I ascended the mountainside.
With a shivering, ungloved hand I reached for the marker hidden in my breast pocket. My teeth clenched down harder on the glove in my mouth as I scribbled out the final unmarked trail on the map. Then, after taking one final look, I stowed the marker and map within an interior pocket and was finally able to return my frozen hand into the blessedly warm glove.
Every trail. I’d skied every trail this mountain had to offer. Several of them more than a dozen of times. Even my brief forays off the beaten track were pointless, frustrating diversions. It was the worst 30th birthday I could have imagined, alone and now bored to tears. Frozen, miserable tears.
As I approached the apex of the chair lift, and considered my trail options: Devil’s Folly
, Hangman’s Ravine
and Dangerzone
were double-black diamonds with intimidating names. Now, they were common drudgery, each having been conquered in rapid succession. It reduced the most menacing mountain to a commonplace resort with a bunch of overcrowded, marginally enjoyable, runs.
Ever since I had been let go
at work, I threw myself into the ski season. Devouring each new trail with reckless abandon, the satisfaction turned to mundanity. Any excitement derived from irresponsible speed only ended a run faster, leading to an increased number of repetitive trails.
Hopping from the chair and sliding down the ramp, I pondered the large billboard trail map. It was identical to the paper map in my pocket. Nevertheless, I gazed with a forlorn expression, hoping I had missed something, anything. Obviously, I knew that staring at the map wouldn’t make a new trail appear, but the urge was irresistible. The map stared silently back, mocking me with its placidly unchanging offerings.
The only thing I truly enjoyed was skiing. Every resort within 3 hours had been vanquished and I couldn’t afford a plane ticket elsewhere, not without a job. Now the final mountain was driving me away with its relentless monotony.
Brittany wouldn’t have left if you hadn’t been so obsessed,
chided relentless voice inside my head. You chose the mountain over her, again and again.
I roared with fury. I was filled with such a sudden, all-consuming rage; I couldn’t help myself, punching the plywood map as hard as I could with a gloved fist. The surface was fragile in the frozen air, shattering at my sudden violence, but not without a jolt of unbearable agony spreading up my hand.
FUCK!
I roared in pain. The handful of skiers and snowboarders scattered at the peak turned to look with curious expressions. My gloved fist had gone clear through the wooden map and possibly broken my hand in the process. The jagged perforation was tinged with red and my glove was a bloody mess.
Gingerly, I pulled my hand back through the hole, wincing. What had prompted such idiocy? I cradled the injured limb and looked around. Other mountain-goers quickly turned away, refusing to meet my harsh gaze.
Turning back to the display’s new aperture, I wondered if I would get in trouble for damaging resort property. However, as I was pondering which trail would take me to the medical crew, I noticed an odd anomaly through the puncture.
Diffuse sunlight was filtering through the overcast skies was replaced by a brilliant shaft of sunlight from a break in the clouds. The light illuminated the area behind the map, coincidentally highlighting the region behind the sign. Moreover, the way the light shone, it cast a shadow revealing what appeared to be a narrow path behind the large billboard!
I studied it closer and, although it seemed a trick of the light, it was clearly a narrow path leading further up the mountain. As the shaft of light faded and the overcast skies returned, any trace of the trail vanished. I nearly convinced myself it had been my imagination.
No,
I decided, I had seen a bramble covered, rocky trail through that fist sized hole. The shadows had highlighted the path, but unless you knew where to look, it was invisible. Often, old goat paths could lead to even older ski trails, but they were usually local legends. If you knew who to ask, you could easily find them. This was something else… Bloody hand or not, I had to know what lay beyond.
With a cheerful vigor I hadn’t felt in days, I hopped out of my skis, throwing them over my shoulder to hike the trail. Carefully, I crawled around the billboard, pushing snow covered branches out of my path. Sure enough, I discovered a narrow, winding path that seemed to lead to the backside of the mountain. Even if I had to walk back, I need to know what was at the other end.
The trail ran along a narrow rock ledge over a precarious drop descending at least 200 feet into a massive snow drift. I was atop a massive rock wall, covered in rime and barren stone with only a white abyss below. There the trail ended with unpassable dense trees on one side and a precipitous drop on the other.
Damn,
I cursed.
Somehow, I had deluded myself into believing that a mountain resort would somehow not monetize a perfectly good ski trail, hidden by a mystical path. There was no magical world of ski-nirvana, only the pain of a bloody broken hand. Sullenly, I turned to retrace my steps back down the cliffside path.
Time slowed perceptibly as an insane series of moments passed in agonizing succession. My ski had snagged an errant branch as I turned. The branch flexed, then sprang back, propelling me backwards. Boots balanced on the edge, I teetered on the precipice for an instant before slipping off the edge and I began to fall towards my doom, only able watch as the sheer cliffside rushed past.
Well,
I thought idly, with the rush wind drowning out my thoughts and the whiteness rushing up to greet me, at least I didn’t pick a boring way to die.
The world was swallowed up in white, then black…
Everything hurt. Pain indicated that somehow, improbably, I was alive. In the moment, I feverishly wished for death, anything was better than the agony wracking my body. Time passed in the darkness.
Eventually forcing my way through the trauma, I opened my eyes to impossibility. I appeared to be lying in the center of a grassy meadow, complete with a burbling brook and a soft spring breeze. Small green bushes lingered at the edge of my vision. Then there was the sky, it was a pure white, its surface shimmering like the gossamer wings of a butterfly.
Am I in heaven?
I wanted to ask. Only the pain indicated otherwise. I wanted to explore, could only groan in pain.
Careful, Jack.
said a quiet, raspy voice from behind me. The speaker shuffled into my sight. An impossibly fragile looking old man of ridiculous proportions, his limbs dangled like a decrepit weeping willow and skin white as bone. It appeared human, but a sensation of ancient energy wafted from the creature, with such intensity, it was noticeable, even through the pain.
I tried to croak out an exclamation, but the crotchety being counseled caution. You’ve fallen a long way and your body is broken.
Visibly shaking, the creature reached a skeletal hand to my face. Young man, do you want to die?
When the being knelt beside me, I finally saw the thing’s face clearly. Crypt-keeper-esque didn’t do it justice. Skin draped limply around his skull, hanging from his long nose. Grotesque sockets stared out instead of eyes.