Tail of a Bunny: Birth of the Bunny

Why is a puckbunny called a puckbunny? Because they hop from ‘stick’ to ‘stick’

Quick definition: A puckbunny is a hockey groupie, a.k.a. puckfucks, etc.

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Novalyn Springs was mad. Mad, mad, mad, mad, MAD!!!!

“That fucking asshole,” she snarled, as she punched and kicked the punching bag in her private gym, “I lose my virginity to him on the night of his graduation, and then he goes and screws that slut, Jenny!”

Nova’s now ex-boyfriend, Ethan Moreu, had been the star center for his college hockey team. When he had been signed by the NHL team in Anaheim the day he graduated, they had gone out, partied, then gone back to his dorm and had sex. Ethan had promised that when the season started, he would bring Nova to live with him. She had believed him, and also believed that they would get married eventually. Until the day she had walked in on him having sex with the school’s biggest puckbunny, Jenny Boyer.

To top that off, Jenny was the one living with Ethan in California now. At first Nova had been hurt. Ethan had sworn he loved her! Now that she had to face the truth, she found it wasn’t very pretty. Ethan had been dating her for her money, plain and simple. Novalyn’s family was one of Boston’s oldest and richest. She had been given a strict upbringing, which had led to her being extremely naive. Ethan had taken advantage of her naivete, dating her to get more attention at the college, and then from the NHL scouts, who knew Garret Springs, her father. He had grown up with some of the scouts, and had season seats with the Bruins, which had led to him forming business and social relationships with many people employed by the NHL.

Money really wasn’t the only reason Ethan had dated her, just one of the main motivators. Nova was a very pretty girl of twenty one. Her eyes were aquamarine blue, and her hair was a natural champagne blonde. Her heart shaped face showcased her fine eyes, a pert little nose, and lips that were made for kisses. Her body was slim, with nicely sized breasts, and a firm bottom, compliments of the many hours she spent with the personal trainer her daddy had hired for her. Thanks to Ethan, she was no longer naive, and she had a vengeful streak a mile wide. Nova was determined to get back at Ethan, and get back she would, one way or another!

Finishing her workout, Nova headed to the shower. As the hot water poured over her and the steam billowed around her, she pondered how she could get back at Ethan. She couldn’t get him traded from Anaheim, or cut from the team. That would require her using her father’s social contacts, and she couldn’t do that. She wanted to do it herself. What would hurt him the most? Nova frowned. Then it hit her.

During their last fight, Ethan had told her she would regret breaking up with him when he was a star player. He had laughed at her, saying that one day she would brag that she had lost her virginity to him. From reading the papers, Nova knew that Ethan was really struggling in the NHL. If she slept with someone who really was a star, she could rub that in his face. Better yet, she could sleep with a lot of them! She knew many of the puckbunnies from the Bruins, so they could probably tell her what to do and where to go.

Rejuvenated, Nova dressed in fresh clothing and headed to her computer. She found a web-ring run by the local bunnies, and investigated clothing, make-up, and other things she would need to know to be a successful puckbunny. It wasn’t too hard, really. Tight, short clothes, gaudy make- up, and the willingness to have meaningless sex seemed to be the main requirements. She could easily get the clothes and make-up, and she had a Norplant to keep from getting pregnant. She wasn’t looking for a husband or for money. She wanted revenge.

Nova stopped for a second. Which team should she start with? She clicked to the NHL website. Anaheim was the first team on the list alphabetically. She scrolled down to the bottom of the list. If she started at the bottom, she could potentially sleep with 29 NHL stars to rub in Ethan’s face. So, her first stop would be Washington. Nova jumped to the Capitals’ site to scan the roster for a good candidate. No one who was married, because then she would be worse than Jenny, the whore.

Nova’s pretty face twisted into a malicious grin. Perfect. He was it. She shut down her computer and called the airline for tickets. She was pleased to find that there was a flight leaving the next day, giving her time to pack. She giggled with glee as she pulled out her Fendi luggage.

Next stop: Washington, D.C.!