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[center][b]Nothin' but Mammals

Chapter 2

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Xavier-Rai[/b][/center]

Bonnie was hesitant to step into the hallway outside the sick rooms and cracked the door to take a peek out before doing so. She saw Stu standing a few feet down the way, back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted downward. She couldn't tell if he was staring at the ground or at the erection that tented the front of his jeans. Either way, she could tell he was troubled, and she knew quite well the reason why: she had cheated on him, and he had caught her in the act. In their own warren and with a strange mammal that they'd only just found earlier in the day, half-dead and in need of their help.

She had to admit that she had taken complete advantage of the stranger, and that only made her feel worse about it. She glanced back to see that he had sat up and was the washrag to complete the cleaning that she had started. She made a note to bring some fresh bedding for him to replace the pallet that had been wetted by the rag bath and his current tending, then exited the rooms and closed the door behind her.

She let out a soft sigh and braced herself as she turned to face her husband, still feeling the thick, copious seed leaking out to stain her panties. He was still contemplative and troubled but cast her a hopeful glance, so she padded over to him, unsure of what she could possibly say to either explain herself or apologize.

“Oh, Stu…" she finally managed, reaching for his hands. He let her take them, giving her a somewhat lopsided smile, his ears as droopy as her own, both of them ashamed and embarrassed by the situation. “I don't know what to say…"

“Well… I don't suppose there [i]is[/i] much to say," he observed. “I know it hasn't been all that great the last few years, but I've done my best, y'know. And I've kept away from the girls, for the most part, except the ones too young for a litter. I know that's not sayin' much, but it's different for bucks than does. I… I guess it isn't so bad with… well, a different species, and I [i]do[/i] know you've got needs, too, hun, but… Well…"

He glanced downward again, and she followed his gaze, seeing the large damp spot that spread across the peak of his tent. And she finally understood what part of his problem with the situation was.

“You… liked seeing me like that?" she wondered, looking back up to stare into his eyes, slightly confused and a little interested.

He could only nod, shame turning the insides of his flattened ears a bright red. “I did… I never even [i]thought[/i] about somethin' like that before. I mean, well, not seriously. I did have a little fantasy about you and the boys from cribbage, but I never really thought about it for real."

Bonnie felt a flush of warmth that sank through her down to her slightly aching nethers, and she added her own admission. “I never thought about it either, at least not until after Judy and Nick got together. I… I've been having some fantasies… about Gideon a little, but I think I might see my way to Gary, Jim, and Lou. Their wives don't complain, for what it's worth. It's just been hard for me, dear."

“I know, Bon Bon, I know… I wish you had asked first, or at least let me know how bad it had gotten, but… well, so long as it's another species and, well, if you could maybe… let me watch? It was… well, I never realized how sexy that could be."

Her ears flushed with more than a little excitement and a bit of embarrassment, but she nodded vigorous agreement. It would certainly solve the problem of her sexual frustration, and it would be wonderful to do so with Stu's blessing. “Of course, hun, and thank you. Sorry for… well, I'm sorry. I should check on our guest, though."

“Oh, yeah, of course, Bon Bon. I'll, uh… get some of the girls to organize a room for him, so he has somewhere to sleep once he's out of the sick room."

Bonnie couldn't help but shake her head with amusement. As if she didn't know he was going to take care of his own needs, probably with one of the kits. She gave him a pat to send him on his way and turned back to the sick room, straightening her skirt and giving her fur a quick finger-combing before entering.

Her patient was sitting cross-legged on the pallet, hands resting on his knees, his blonde headfur hanging down to partially obscure his eyes. He had a strangely intense look in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. It was like the stare of a predator. The stillness of him, the feeling of restrained power, and the numerous scars that marred his pale skin seemed to mark him as one, completely upending her initial estimation of him. This was no helpless kitten, needful of mothering, but a wounded and dangerous mammal who had awakened to find himself being molested in a strange burrow by a strange female, despite the fact that he had seemed to enjoy it.

“I should apologize for earlier," the matronly rabbit began, shifting her paws and feeling the sticky goo dampening her underwear. “I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. I dunno what came over me, but I just couldn't help myself."

“I have been told that I have a rather strong magnetism for the opposite sex," he replied, his voice low and level with an underlying hardness to it. “I would guess that I have made it to somewhere in the vicinity of the city of Zootopia?"

“Oh, why, yes, but it's a fair bit further north. It's easiest to get there by train, or your have to go a fair ways west to cross the bridge or take the ferry. Was that where you were headed?"

“Not necessarily, though we were told that the city would be the best place for our delegation. I understand that Zootopia is where the central government lies?"

“Oh, yah, that's where all the bigwigs are. We don't bother with politics so much out here in Bunnyburrow. We can send you on your way as soon as you're on the mend, if you like."

“That may not be necessary, so long as I can send a communication to the ambassador. While our initial goal was to reach Zootopia, we had always intended to go our separate ways to learn more about… your various peoples. If the delegation has reached the city and received a warm reception, it may be for the best that I seem to have stumbled into a… friendly environment."

“If you don't mind me askin'," Bonnie hesitated at the rudeness of the question then plowed on ahead, “what sort of mammal [i]are[/i] you? We've never seen your kind before."

“I am a human," he answered plainly. “We come from a different continent. It was determined that we should send an ambassadorial delegation to secure cooperation with your peoples as well as possible settlement rights. If you can return my belongings, I can determine if my communication device is still functional and contact my superior."

“Oh! Oh, of course, dear! Well… what's left of 'em. Your clothes were torn up pretty bad, and Jean cut 'em off to get at your wounds." The rabbit went to a cabinet in the corner and pulled out the pile of scraps that had been his clothing along with the small bag he had been carrying, holding them at arm's length before dropping them onto the floor in front of him. “They're a bit ripe. We planned to get you some new things from town tomorrow."

“That would be appreciated," he told her, taking firm hold of the bag. “If you would be so kind as to provide me with some privacy, I can attempt communication."

“Of course, hun. I'll go check on dinner and bring you some. Hope you like carrot stew!"

“I'll make do."

He offered nothing further, so Bonnie got him a glass of water from the attached bathroom just in case then hurried off towards the main kitchen. The human waited until the door had closed, then hastily dug into the hip pouch containing his meager equipment. An animal attack in the night had forced him to abandon the majority of his gear as he lured the beasts away from the more valuable ambassadorial members and relied upon his fellow security advisors to protect them. He had been left with only the barest of essentials to survive afterward: a compass, his survival knife, his emptied sidearm, a few energy bars, and his communicator.

Unfortunately, the device had been shattered during his escape, and he had been unable to track the remainder of his party. They had covered their backtrail in the hopes of preventing the hostile creatures from following them, but it had also prevented him from doing so. He had been given no choice but to strike out in the direction of their objective and hope for the best. The best, however, had not been in the cards. The predators had trailed him, night and day, keeping him on the move and unable to do much more than take directional findings every so often. He had been pushed to the limits of his endurance and beyond, but he had survived.

Now, with time available, he pulled out the communicator to give it a closer examination. The screen was cracked, but it still provided a fragmented image when powered on. The larger problem was that the high-powered antenna had been snapped off, leaving a rubber-coated metallic stump. The hardened plastic of the case was intact, but he would be unable to transmit or receive. There were few situations that an experienced security agent could not handle, though. Improvisation was the name of the game when one found oneself stranded.

He dug the tip of his survival knife into the remnants of the antenna, ensuring that the stump was in firm contact with the metal of the blade. It was unlikely to give the best signal, especially since he seemed to be underground, but it was the best he was likely to achieve unless he could find a replacement for the broken component.

He depressed the button to send and hoped for the best. “Agent Frost reporting, please respond. Over."

He got back a burst of static, and his hopes rose. Adjusting the angle of the knife, he held the device up towards the ceiling and tried again. “Agent Frost reporting, please respond. Over."

“Com- --- -aze resp----ng. Frost, you're al- --- -er," came the slightly clearer response.

Relief flooded through him. Despite his confidence in his teammates, the tenacity of the predators had worried him.

“Commander Blaze, Agent Frost. I am alive. Contact made with locals. Repeat, contact made with locals. Requesting further instruction. Over."

“Agen- --- -t," he heard as he adjusted the blade once more, suddenly getting a much clearer signal. “Confirm contact made. Repeat, confirm c- --- -ade. Over."

“Confirm contact made, friendlies. Repeat, friendlies. Mammals, as we expected. I have been given medical care and appear to be in a safe position. Please advise. Over."

“Frost! Reading you loud and clear. Hold position, maintain contact, and recon locale. Estimate ETA at three days to projected contact point. You must've been hauling ass. No further hostiles encountered, but we're keeping on our toes. I'll expect a report at 1200 tomorrow and check-in at the same time until otherwise instructed. Over."

“Understood, Commander. Daily report at 1200 until instructed otherwise. Nothing further to report at present. Will maintain present location and reconnoiter. Over."

“Hopefully we can meet up with you in a few days, Frost. Stay safe. Out."

He turned off the communicator and set it back into his pouch along with the knife, and let out a soft sigh. They were safe and still enroute. He would definitely need a replacement antenna, or at least something better than his jury rigged attempt, but he could contact his team.

With that weight off of his shoulders, he took the time to inventory himself. First, he checked over his bandaged wounds. None of them seemed overly serious, and he could feel a few of them had very tidy stitches beneath the gauze. His legs seemed to be in order, aside from a pulled muscle and a slightly sprained ankle. Arms, shoulders and hands were all functional, despite some minor complaints. He lay down on his back to perform a few stretches and exercises, testing his muscles and spine. All seemed to be in working condition, if not optimal. He would be able to protect himself, if needed.

He was sitting once more when his hostess returned, and he thought it best to provide her with a bit more information. “My name is Xavier Frost. Whatever condition I was found in, it was because of a trio of large predators that chased me through the forest for several days, reptiles of some sort. They were taller than you at the shoulder, long snouts, perhaps twice your height from nose to rump, with a tail of equal length to the body. I am not certain if they lost my trail or turned back. My memory of the last day or so is… fuzzy."

The rabbit's ears perked as her eyes widened in shock. “Oh! I'll tell the sheriff. We don't need large monitors sniffin' 'round and tryin' to eat the kits!"

She hurried over to set down a large mixing bowl filled with vegetable stew along with a serving spoon for him to eat with then hurried back out of the room. Considering the difference in their sizes, the bowl and spoon were almost appropriately sized for him. After blowing a spoonful cool, he tasted it and found it to be quite delicious, infused with an earthy flavor and light spicing. He also realized just how very thirsty he was. The beasts hadn't given him time to rest, much less time to refill his canteen.

He downed the glass of water that had been left for him and rose to refill it from the bathroom, finding that his head very nearly brushed the ceiling. It was odd, to say the least. He had known that there were many different sizes of mammal on this continent, but it had been purely intellectual before. Now it was hammered home. He would have to be careful with these small creatures, treat them as gently as he would children. That thought, though, set him to thinking of how firmly the female attending him had gripped his shaft, how pleasurable it had been to plug her tight hole, and he had to dump a glass of cold water over his groin to keep it from rising. He did not want to encourage her further, or at least not just yet.

After he had drunk his fill, he returned to the pallet and dug into the stew. He was nearly finished by the time the rabbit returned.

“Sorry for rushing about, dear," she apologized to him. “Monitors're dangerous, and we need to get a team out lickety split to shoo them away. I'm Bonnie Hopps, by the way. You… might have seen my husband earlier, Stu. You're in Bunnyburrow, and we found you out by the back of the farm, near the woods. We didn't see any lizards when we did, but thanks felling us. Better safe than sorry. Did you want a second helping of stew? Were you able to make your call?"

“That would be appreciated, if you would. Yes, I was able to contact my team. I have been ordered to remain here for the time being. They are still enroute to Zootopia, and should arrive within the next three to four days."

“Well, you'll be our guest until then! I'll get you some fresh blankets and pillows, and let you get some rest."

As she busied herself at the bureau in the corner of the room, he couldn't help but watch her plump rear. She was quite well endowed for such a small creature, and he wondered if it might be time for a second round after all.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]