The Anniversary
This is a story I wrote for Ozone, involving his armadillo, Gunther and my bunny, Mopsy. It tells a bit about what happened after Red's Bloody Wolf Ship RP's. As well, thanks go to Red, for without her RP's, these two wonderful characters might not have met.
Mopsy and Gunther had met under strange circumstances. Indeed, they way they met was so bizarre that the young rabbit often believed it had been fate. The day they had met, they had been on a pirate ship: Mopsy, a young fifteen year old rabbit of shy heart, as a slave; Gunther, the older yet tender-hearted armadillo solder, who had been ordered to "train" her.
She quietly submitted to the male's attentions, for though he was following orders, Gunther was tender, loving, and gentle. Soon, what had started out as a night of duty for the two of them, had flared into a tender night of loving making. Soon, they were mated, devoting their hearts, bodies, and souls to each other.
And, that's where they still were, Mopsy thought to herself with a smile, as she looked over the beautiful table she had set. Tonight marked their one year anniversary, and Gunther was due home any minute. It promised to be a wonderful night. The rabbit giggled and blushed at the ideas running through her head.
She lit the two candles that sat in the middle of the table, and turned down the lights, given the dining room a soft romantic glow. The large oak table was covered with a fine white cloth and set with their best dishes, along with delicate wine glasses that were filled with the best wine Mopsy could find. Satisfied with the preparations, she hurried to the bedroom to double check her own appearance.
She smiled again as she entered the room, memories washing over her of the first of many nights the two had spent in her, loving each other, the nights of peaceful sleep they shared, held in each other's arms. The room was very large and comfortable, decorated in dark oak and beige. A king-sized bed sat in the center, with large bay windows on each side and a stone fireplace along the wall at the end of the bed. Two large dressers sat, one on each side of the fireplace, one holding Mopsy's clothes; the other Gunther's.
As well, a full length mirror hung on the back of the door. It was here that the young rabbit looked now.
Sixteen years old now, Mopsy had fully grown up. She still had her big dark brown eyes and her chin-length black hair, but now her sand colored fur and body was more smooth and soft than it had once been, and she was curved in all the right places. Her "baby fat" had vanished and the few inches and couple pounds she had gained, standing at 5 foot 8 inches tall and 110 pounds, fit her very well, gave her shape and sexiness - she was no longer just cute, she had turned into a beautiful woman.
Mopsy Harris had grown up.
She smiled as she examined herself in the full-length mirror, turning in a slow circle as she smoothed her emerald green dress over her shapely hips and rump. The dress was ankle-length and form fitting on the young rabbit, the slit up the right side allowing her leg and thigh to be seen. As well, the back and the front of the gown were low-cut, the back of it showing of her smooth furred back nearly to her waist-line; the front showing a good, but still decent, amount of cleavage of her soft well-shaped C-cup breasts.
Hearing a key turn in the front door, Mopsy grinned to herself and left the bedroom. Walking into the livingroom, she smiled softly as she crossed the room to wrap her arms around Gunther, her armadillo mate. She kissed her tenderly, smiling as she glimpsed the bouquet of wild flowers he was trying to hide behind his armored back. With a grin, she nuzzled him, and he murred, momentarily distracted, allowing Mopsy to pluck the bouquet from his large paws as she ran her own hands along his back.
Watching his beloved drink in the scent of her flowers, Gunther laughed ruefully, knowing he was beaten. Mopsy smiled and lifted her face to meet his as she put the flowers aside momentarily.
"They are beautiful, Gunther," she cooed happily. "thankyou, darling."
"Not nearly as beautiful as you, my sweet." The armadillo responded with a soft smile as her took in Mopsy's appearance. "You are absolutely gorgeous, dearest." His voce reflected the love in his eyes as he took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
Though Mopsy had grown a couple inches taller than her mate, it didn't matter at all. With gray-brown coloring, the older armadillo was over three hundred pounds, well-built and solid. His arms and legs were both incredibly strong, have the claws on his front paws and the armor on his back that came natural for his race. His strength was one of the things that endeared him to his rabbit mate, because he was both emotionally and physically strong, and very protective of those he loved.
"You don't look to bad yourself," Mopsy commented with approval, smiling into his hazel eyes, when the lingering kiss finally ended. Indeed he did. He wore a new kilt today, one of shades of blue, and a new white dress shirt. Being home, and their anniversary, he had didn't have his weapons with him. They hung over the livingroom fireplace, as was their home when not in use.
"Thankyou, darling." Gunther answered with a smile, leading her over to the couch. Passing the diningroom, he beamed. "You've been busy, I see." He sat own on the couch and poured them each a glass of wine, settling back and putting his arms around Mopsy when she snuggled into his side, taking the glass he offered.
"I was." She admitted slightly shy. "I made chicken stuffed with vegetables, roasted potatoes, and strawberry shortcake for desert. With candle light and white wine, of course."
"Mmmm, it sounds delicious.." Gunther said.
"Speaking of dinner," Mopsy said, setting her wine glass down and nuzzling her mate warmly, "it should be just about ready." She stood up and offered a paw to Gunther, who followed suit, wrapping an arm around her small waist as the went into the diningroom.
Indeed the food was ready, and Gunther pulled out Mopsy's chair so she sit, laying a tender kiss on her cheek as she did so, before tending to dinner himself. He laid out the lavish meal for each of them on the china plates and freshened their drinks, then lit the candles and dimmed the lights before sitting down across from his beautiful wife. As he took a sip of his wine, gazing at her over the rim of the glass, his breath caught at how her beautiful brown eyes gleamed in the candle light and his heart warmed with love.
The same love that was reflected in Mopsy's smile as she too, took a moment to gaze across the table. For a few moments the two just looked at each other lovingly, the only sound the soft instrumental music that was playing in the CD player. Mopsy silently reached for Gunther's hand, massaging the back of it with her thumb. Gunther smiled softly, squeezing her paw back ever o gently as that ever-present need to be with her began to rise in him.
But, they would have all night together. She had gone to much trouble cooking dinner and he would not have it go to waste. Raising her hand to his lips and kissing it, which brought a soft murr from Mopsy, he gently released her paw and picked up his fork.
A few moments of easy silence followed as the two ate a bit of their meals. Gunther smiled across at Mopsy, who, as usual was picking delicately at her food. "Absolutely wonderful, my love. You outdid yourself."
Mopsy pushed her own plate aside with a satisfied smile, washing the last bite down with her wine and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "I'm so glad you liked it." She smiled, stopping to catch the beginning of one of her favorite piano tunes come on. She stood up, offering her paw to her husband. "Dance with me?"
Gunther wiped his mouth with a grin. "Of course."
They went back into the livingroom, where the candle light danced on the walls. Turning up the volume of the music, Mopsy wrapped her arms around Gunther's neck as he pulled her closer, swaying gently to the strains of the music.
Snuggling close, Mopsy leaned in to kiss Gunther tenderly, smiling softly as her mate responded in kind, tracing gentle circles along her lower back as he held her. In that simple gesture, Mopsy shivered in delight and she stroked the back of Gunther's neck, deepening their kiss as her tongue found his.
The kiss became long and passionate, and soon Mopsy's moans were echoed by Gunther's. Not wanting to break the kiss, but craving more contact, he slowly slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders, kissing and nibbling down her neck and along her collar bone. Mopsy groaned softly with growing desire as she closed her eyes.
"Sweetheart, I love you so much..." she cooed hoarsely as Gunther continued kissing her, now moving down her throat to the top of her breasts.
"Me too..oh, me too.." Gunther paused just long enough to say. Gathering the rabbit in his arms, he carried her to their bedroom, where he laid her gently on the bed and stretched out on his side, facing her.
She paused to gaze up at her mate, stroking his cheek loving, before cupping her paw around the back of his neck to pull him into another kiss. It seemed to last forever, hot and loving and needful, mixed with moans and tender words. Breaking only when Gunther moved the kissed down her throat to her breasts to nip and suck her hardened nipples.
One and then the other, his tongue grazing each one as it swirled around the pink nub, Mopsy's back arching off the bed with each touch. Nails grazing his shoulders, moaning his name, Gunther only went slower, lingering over her, driving her wild until she thought she might explode with needing him.
She squirmed and whimpered as he continued moving down her body, slipping her gown off as went, letting it fall silently to the floor beside the bed. "You're truly my treasure.." he murmured as he paused to admire her, now lying in only her slinkiest under garments. Mopsy, seeing his own need, reached for him again. "Now...please.."
His own breath was ragged as he watched her, but he managed only to smile as he entertwined his fingers in hers at her sides. "All in good time, my sweet.." he whispered.
Her whimper of displeasure was replaced with a groan of desire as Gunther moved ever lower, nuzzling at the thin material of her underwear. Barely held still by his paws still in hers, the rabbit squirmed and bucked under him, as he slowly - God, TO slowly - worked her underpants down over her hips, revealing her quickly moistening sex.
Gunther leaned in just close enough to sniff at her nether regions, groaning in pleasure as he took in her scent. Than, ever so carefully, slowly, he let the tip of his tongue touch her sex, grinning to himself as he was rewarded with a yelp of pleasure. Taking the reaction as permission to continue, he stroked Mopsy's thighs gently as he pulled her closer into him and began licking and sucking at her clit, every so often nibbling at the sensitive area carefully.
She evidently enjoyed what he was doing, if her moans and squirming were any indication. The way she bucked her hips into him as she whispered and moaned his name was driving the armadillo crazy as well, and he grunted and moaned openly as his work on her opening continued, becoming almost desperate in intensity. He wanted her, badly, and his own arousal was nearly to much to ignore much longer.
But, would be ignored, at least for the moment. Now, he just wanted this, her - to feel her under his touch, moaning and crying out for him. To taste her, every part of her. And, god did she taste wonderful....
Letting his thoughts, his fantasies, drive him, he picked up speed, his tongue moving in and out of her now, causing the rabbit to clench her fists in the bed-sheets as she arched her back with a loud cry of pleasure. Her juices flowed freely as the climax rocked her small frame, and Gunther lapped them up hungrily until her spasms and moans dissolved into breathless pants and rabbit-purrs.
When her climax ended, he looked up at her from between her legs, once again overcome with emotion for this beautiful creature that had only entered his life a year ago tonight, had gotten into the depths of his war-weary heart and soul. He could no longer picture his life without her in it, and what's more, looking into her brown eyes as she gazed back at him, he knew, without words that Mopsy felt exactly the same way about him - if not more.
Standing up from the bed only long enough to undress, Gunther climbed in beside Mopsy, and she immediately nuzzled up against his chest, which had soon became one of her favorite places to be, they both realized soon after meeting. Not that Gunther minded at all, as he freely admitted that he loved any and all contact as much as she did. And, he thought to himself as he wrapped his strong arms around her, she fit perfectly in his arms, curled up along his side.
Pieces of a puzzle finding their perfect partners.
He nuzzled her shoulder lovingly, and she turned to kiss is muzzle tenderly. A kiss that he returned lingeringly, rubbing her shoulders as he did. She murred softly at his touch, even as her eyelids began to close. He smiled softly, knowing she was tired, even though he knew she would never admit it. For someone so tiny and soft hearted , she also had the biggest stubborn streak he had ever seen in anyone, he thought with an affectionate chuckle.
She lifted her head to look at him questioning, but he just smiled, kissed her nose, and said, "I love you sweetheart. Always and forever."
Mopsy's face lit up and she nearly melted in his arms - which was more an expression in her eyes than words - and gave him a long kiss. "Oh Gunther, I love you too, my sweet boy. So much." She snuggled up closer , letting her leg rest on his as she continued dreamily. "Happy anniversary, beloved. I know we will have many more."