Chapter #4Meeting the Rabbit by: blader   Bunnie gently yawned as she stirred from her fitful slumber, her eyes stuck fast as she tried to open them. Dried tears from the night before held her emerald orbs shut for a moment until she forced them open, Bunnie having to wipe at her eyes to clear them a moment later. Yawning she realized that much more than her eyes had been affected by her late-night excursion, her fur tear-stained and clinging to her body thanks to last night’s emotional release.
Getting out of bed she headed for her bedroom’s adjoining bath, the small room large enough to hold her more than adequate bathtub, a toilet, as well as a small vanity and mirror. Taking a moment to examine herself in the mirror she was a little shocked at how she looked even though she wasn’t usually a girl for primping and preening, that’s how bad it was. Of specific note were her ears drooping behind her as well as her matted and generally messy fur.
Slowly Bunnie stripped out of her pajamas, the soft silken garments falling to the tiled bathroom floor with a soft “thump”. Stepping into the bathtub and shutting the curtain behind her, Bunnie started up the water “I really need this” she muttered tiredly. Yet as the hot water struck her exhausted body, new life seemed to flow into her, her body awakening as all the physical if not emotional stains were slowly cleansed from her by the beating droplets of warm water. “Ahhh” the gentle sigh was one of peace, Bunnie knew she’d have to eventually confront the events of the prior night, as this was an event she couldn’t just ignore, but now wasn’t the time for that. Leaning over she grabbed a bottle of fur-wash and after making sure a loofah was heavily coated, began to wash away what the water couldn’t. In a matter of minutes the bathroom was filled with steam and the barest hint of lavender as Bunnie thoroughly cleaned from the tips of her lop-ears to the pads of her feet. Moving on Bunnie undid the braid holding her hair up, her long tresses cascading down over her shoulders and back in a golden waterfall. Focusing her attention on the freed locks Bunnie spent nearly a full minute washing and conditioning it, as while she was sure she’d be getting dirty in the next several hours there was just something gross about having her hair dirty and clammy even if most of it was kept under her Stetson. Feeling refreshed and cleansed Bunnie turned off the water and stepped out of the bathtub, taking a good half-minute to examine herself in the mirror. Gone was most of the evidence of the previous night’s events, now Bunnie’s fur and hair shined in even the soft mornings light, gone was the doubt and sadness she’d felt before…atleast on the outside.
Confidently Bunnie walked back into her room, and after a minute of choosing her outfit…not that she had the greatest selection to begin with. It only took a few seconds to don a light blue underwear set, her usual pink jumpsuit, leather jacket and gloves “now where’s mah hat…” she muttered before spotting it lying where she’d left it, on her bedside table. Walking over she was just about to grab it when she noticed something…strange, there was something nestled in the groove in the top of her hat. Slowly reaching forward and gently lifting the hat as slowly and quietly as she could Bunnie brought the hat as close as she could to her face.
“Well I’ll be…” she muttered
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Something was wrong; Michael knew that much as he ran through the dreamscape, as a strange warmth seemed to surround every inch of his body as his legs carried him through the ink black landscape. Yet despite the comforting feeling from this warmth there was an even greater feeling, of a great weight looming over him, about to crush him. He could feel it growing closer and closer until “AHHHH” he woke up screaming, his eyes jumping from side to side as he looked around and very nearly screamed again. He was surrounded on all sides by horizontal golden-brown pillars covered in fur. Eyes following the pillars the colour shifted instantly from brown to pink, the different colour drawing his attention and his gaze upward, up past the two perfectly round orbs jutting out of the pink, up past another field of golden-brown to…a face. With the admittance that he was looking up at a face, albeit one that looked very rabbit-like compared to the usual human face, a small fear was confirmed in his mind…he was looking at a giant humanoid female specifically one that was at least part rabbit. Her emerald eyes focusing down upon him as her small pink nose seemed to almost twitch in excitement as a small smile graced her features. Before he could even think of moving one of her hands was beneath him, and he was carefully but quickly brought to her face. She opened her mouth as if to talk and…
“What do you want from me?!” Michael had tried his hardest but he couldn’t help the outburst. The giant rabbit woman paused for a moment, he was about to repeat his question when he was suddenly lowered back down to where he’d been before and her legs began to move as she changed position so she was spread across the bed before him staring down at him, head in her hands rather than surrounding him on all sides with her legs.
“Better Sugar?” She asked, and while Michael was still freaking out, the fact he actually had space to move calmed him, if only slightly.
“Y-yeah, now answer my question” He continued in as commanding a tone as he could muster, he knew he wasn’t in control here, but the illusion of some sort of control was comforting.
“Ah don’t know why you’re here” her reply was characterized by what almost seemed like regret for her answer “ah was hoping you’d know what was happening and ah could get a few answers from you, but ah guess that’s not happening huh?” She chuckled at the end of her sentence and while he was sure it was for his benefit more than anything else he stepped backwards unable to really accept what was happening.
“Thump” He had been paying so much attention he hadn’t even realized her left arm had reached over him and was now preventing him from moving any further as his back pressed against the solid wall of flesh. Wheeling around, ignoring every instinct that said he shouldn’t give the giantess his back he was about to bolt before her right arm came down meeting with her left sealing off any exit he had. Suddenly the rabbit woman began to pull her arms back towards her; bracing himself to be smashed against her cheek Michael was surprised to find rather than crushing force he was surrounded by the same gentle warmth as in his dream as she gently rubbed her cheek against him.
“Ah’m not sure why you’re here, but ah promise ah’m not here to hurt you” she spoke sincerely or at the very least was very good at acting. Turning to face the giantess he was met with a soft smile barely a foot from him, although the rabbit woman quickly pulled her face back. “Ah’m Bunnie, Bunnie Rabbot, and you are?”
“Michael, Michael Phelps” he replied hesitantly. Not like telling her his name really mattered, but he never knew.
“It’s a pleasure to meet ya Michael” Bunnie replied cheerily, “now ah’m feeling a mite bit peckish as ah haven’t eaten yet, would yah like some breakfast?” Now that he wasn’t freaking out over the situation it was quite surprising to Michael that Bunnie wasn’t questioning what was happening as much as he was, then again she was the larger one, and he didn’t think he’d be exactly worried if the roles were reversed in fact he’d be pretty curious if a tiny rabbit woman appeared in his room.
“Ummm…yeah, food, food sounds good” He replied softly.
“Good, ya don’t mind if I pick ya up do ya?” Bunnie asked her legs flying above him as she slowly sat up, her form towering over him.
“Depends what you want to do with me?” He replied chuckling and trying to pass over the answer as a joke but being completely serious.
“Oh, I just want to put ya in my pocket” Bunnie replied opening a breast pocket on her leather jacket. “I just don’t have very many places to carry ya in, and I didn’t think ya’d want to just sit in my palm.”
“The pocket works fine” Michael replied more quickly than he’d intended, yet this seemed to only draw a giggle from Bunnie as she suddenly reached forward, her fingers closing on the back of his shirt with surprisingly little force yet extreme dexterity. Slowly he was lifted from the bed, and above her right front pocket, rather than letting him drop however Bunnie took the extra time and care to place him in the rather spacious pouch.
“Let’s go get some breakfast” With those words and a pat to his pocket Bunnie began to walk through her home. Yet this pat made something very clear to Michael, namely that he was in a “breast” pocket, as Bunnie’s pat was enough to press him against the soft warm orb his pocket backed onto. This contact making him acutely aware of how he was separated from a breast larger than his entire body by only a comparative inch or so of fabrics, this realization causing his cheeks to flush profusely. Slowly Bunnie got up and began to walk through her home…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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