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Thunderous slamming jolts me awake. It continues as I roll to the other side of my bed. What is that, construction? No, it's too close. Somebody's knocking at my door. Shit that's probably my boyfriend...ex boyfriend. Unless...no, no one else knows where I moved to. Why is he here? I don't care to find out so I ignore the urgent knocking. "Kai? Come on. I came all this way the least you can do is answer the door." An increasingly panicked voice says. He's in a dramatic mood it seems. A whole five minute walk entitles him to my time somehow. No, he can walk back home and leave me alone.

Though what is that voice he is using? It's higher pitched and the cadence is faster. It sounds more like-I get up out of bed and look at the front door. The knocking stopped, but I could still see a shadow under the door and the sound of breathing beyond it. I walk towards the door. "I can hear you." The panic is replaced by annoyance. "Open the door already, Kai." That's definitely not Ezra's voice. The fast speech has to belong to Wyatt. A friend from college, though neither of us ever graduated. He lives a few hours away now and shouldn't know where I live.

I open the door to reveal the harlequin rabbit. I haven't seen him in a long time so I refamiliarize myself with his markings, having to look down to do so. Most of his face is black save for orange speckles and his long, right ear, the only parts of him that came up to my eye level. The rest of his fur is covered by the dress shirt and pants he is wearing. "You're so busy with work right now, aren't you?" He smiles at me. "Couldn't possibly pick up the phone."

"How do you know where I live?" I ask with more anger than I intend.

"I helped you move, remember?" His smile grows wider and he pours warmth into his voice. What is he so happy about?

"Yeah, but that was," I think for a moment, "months ago."

"Let's just say I've got a good memory." His words and inflection seem to hint at something, but before I can figure it out he lunges at me, forcing me to catch his legs while he wraps his arms around my torso. I've never hugged him before nor been hugged so tightly.

Wyatt is weak-scented so I've never been able to get a good grasp on it, but now my nose is stuffed into his neck. It's earthy, weirdly sweet, and subtly male. "I can tell you're enjoying my scent, but I'm not having a similar experience." He wiggles his legs from my arms and jumps off of me with enough force to make me stumble into the bathroom door. "To the shower with you."

Once I'm in the bathroom, I attempt to undress and discover there's nothing to undress. I answered the door completely naked. While embarrassing, Wyatt doesn't seem to care and it allows me to slip right into the shower. When I look down at myself I see that my husky fur is gray and black. Disgusting, how did I let it get that bad? Even as I return the gray to white with a generous amount of soap, I still feel unclean. So I stand in the water, waiting for the feeling to pass.

Over the sounds of running water, I can hear clattering coming from outside the door. A lot of drawers and cupboards are being opened and closed over and over. There isn't anything I don't want found, but there isn't anything he should be looking for either. After pondering for a while, curiosity outgrows the unclean feeling so I turn off the water and towel myself off quickly. It didn't dry my long, thick fur much, but my fur dryer broke a while ago so it would have to do.

I am hit with a strong smell the moment I exit the bathroom. Something cooking, a lot of somethings; All mixing together making it hard to figure out what they are. I see Wyatt in the kitchen directly ahead, digging in the pantry and I almost talk to him naked again. I catch myself before he notices me and go into my bedroom. I find something baggy so my fur can still kinda air-dry and walk back to the door.

I get my paw on the doorknob, but don't turn it. He obviously wants to cheer me up, seemingly by pretending nothing is wrong. It's a nice gesture, but locking the door and laying back down on the bed is more appealing. However, the scent of whatever he is cooking convinces me to open the door.

Walking to the kitchen I find him stirring a pot of noodles. He spots me, then turns back to the pot. "Hey there....mmmm... you smell much better, is that lavender?" He doesn't give me a chance to confirm. "Anyway, I assumed you haven't been eating so I took the liberty to dig through what you have and I found some noodles, one unrotten potato..." He continues to list various foods I don't remember buying, speaking faster as he goes on until I can barely understand him. Slowing down, he takes a short breath and continues, "They don't make a cohesive meal, but I'm just going to mix it all together in this tomato soup I found, should be fine." He cooks for a living so, while that sounds awful, it will work out.

"Thanks, Wyatt." I try to make my voice genuine, but he isn't convinced

"I know, I know. 'Wyatt's going crazy,' right? I'll explain myself later. For now, help me with the cooking, we'll talk while we eat." Mainly he needs help with finding cookware and utensils. I'm not even much help since the kitchen hasn't been organized since I moved.

He was almost done with his concoction when I walked in, so it is only ten minutes or so before we are sitting on the couch together (we didn't feel like cleaning the dining table). In front of the couch there is a small, surprisingly clean coffee table and in front of that a TV developing a layer of dust on the screen. Neither of us go to turn it on instead occupying ourselves with the "soup."

When I sniff at it, my nose tells me something it hasn't since I was a pup. "I have no idea what that is." The smells mix together to make something wholly unique. I grab my spoon and take a small bite of it. It is easier to distinguish the ingredients through taste, but still difficult. I get a lot of tomato and onion with a few smaller tastes. The next bite it tasted slightly savory, and there is an undertone of a spice I don't recognize. None of the flavors really mix together, instead they fight each other, a different one winning in every bite. "Well it's edible," I say.

"Yeah that's what I was going for." The rabbit swirls his spoon in the bowl and picks out the noodles. "Still I was hoping it would turn out a little better than this."

"Why didn't you buy something before coming here?"

"I wasn't really planning on coming. I was going to work, but I didn't stop when I got there. I just kept driving. That's why I'm dressed like this." He gestures to himself. "You're a terrible liar, Kai and when you started to ignore me...Well I had to do something, right?"

"N..."

"Just let me ramble on for a bit, okay?" I nod. "As I said before, I've never had to go through a breakup so I'm not sure how you're feeling. However, I do recognize your behavior. Pushing me away, pretending everything is on the up and up. I've seen it in my sister." Sister? I thought he was an only child. "And I just left her alone. That's what she said she wanted so I gave it to her. And now, well...this is supposed to be about you so I'm just going to say I don't get to see her much anymore, I lost that opportunity. I don't...I don't want to lose the opportunity with you is what I'm trying to say. Does that make sense?" I nod again, unsure if he wants me to speak yet. "Why were you lying to me?"

"I don't know." I return to eating the soup despite being barely palatable. It gives me an excuse not to look at him and I honestly can't remember the last time I ate. I can't decide if I'm disappointed or relieved when I reach the bottom of the bowl.

I realize Wyatt isn't going to be satisfied with my answer when I see him still looking at me expectedly. "I just didn't see how you could help me," I say. "And I thought that if I let you try...I thought it would only make things worse. Like you would try and fail then all your time and effort is wasted but you keep trying and failing. Then you'd get frustrated because I didn't get better and that would make me feel guilty and..." My words are shaky as I begin to tremble. "...and you'd just give up on me."

"You know you're being ridiculous, right?" He is pouring that warmth into his voice again.

This time it is infectious, allowing me to speak clearly, "I do, but I can't help it. I can only focus on the things that could go wrong."

He sets his half-eaten soup on the table and pulls me into a far gentler hug than before. He takes my bowl that is awkwardly between us and puts it next to his. He holds me for a few minutes and I start to melt into his touch. He pulls back to meet my eyes. "See? I can easily make you feel better. All you had to do was give me a chance."

"Thanks, Wyatt." The gratitude is genuine this time.

"No problem, it's what friends are for. Though I don't think I can skip work again tomorrow. Can I sleep here and go straight there in the morning?"

"Sure, but my couch isn't all that comfortable, as I'm sure you can tell. I don't want you to be sore."

"I wasn't planning on using the couch." I tilt my head slightly and give him a confused look. "Your bed, obviously."

"That's...I thought..." I try to start a sentence but it isn't working.

"Relax, I don't want to screw you. I just want to be there to give you another hug if you need it. Can't let you undo my work with more of your imaginings."

"Yeah, okay." I say, satisfied with the answer. The thought that Wyatt is trying to have sex with me is ridiculous, he is always bragging about how many women he gets to fuck, so it is easily dismissed.

I always sleep naked (my coat gives me too much warmth already), but it takes some convincing for me to sleep naked with Wyatt. He claims he usually wears loose pajamas, but since he only has the clothes he came wearing and mine are way too big, he decides to sleep naked too.

We are slightly apart, just barely not touching. I am on my side facing towards him and he is on his back. It is awkward sleeping in the same bed as someone, but not cuddling up with them. Like we are a married couple on the verge of divorce. After enduring it for a while, I realize I'm not able to fall asleep.

He said he is there to comfort me and this is having the opposite effect. More specifically, he is there for a hug so I can just cash in on that. Though will he allow me to fall asleep like that? His breathing slows down and levels. He fell asleep. Perfect. I can snuggle up to him and if he says something in the morning I can say it happened in my sleep.

I slide myself closer to the rabbit and drape one arm over his torso and lay my head above his, nuzzling into his ears. It isn't very intimate, only touching in two spots, but it allows my awkwardness to dissolve into fatigue that quickly propels me to sleep.

*

"...me go. Come on. I know I'm irresistible but you could at least let me pee." I feel wiggling against my arm and tense my muscles around it. "Hey!" The shouting convinces me to open my eyes to see the rabbit trying to get underneath my arm. During the night, I moved to lie partially on top of him with my arm wrapped around him.

I loosen my grip on Wyatt and he slides underneath my arm. "Sorry, you're really comfy," I whisper into retreating ears. Wyatt leaves my vision before quickly reappearing as he hurries out the bedroom door. Without anything pleasant to look at I close my eyes.

The sound of the toilet flushing halts my attempt to fall back asleep. A minute later I hear Wyatt enter the room."You gonna be okay today?" The rabbit lowers himself to hover in front of my muzzle.

"Yeah, I just need some more sleep." I use a paw to shoo him away, but he grabs it and holds it still.

"I only have ten minutes or so and we still have some stuff to talk about. So open up those eyes and look at me."

"Fine." I pry my eyes open and his face dominates my field of view. "What do we need to talk about?"

"I'd like to know if you're actually working." Wyatt only gives me a moment to answer. "Thought so. You're not paying rent then? You get an eviction notice yet?"

"Rent's paid, but the lease is up in like March or something like that." I start to sit up and he follows me with his head.

"Like the first? So in a week?"

"No, wait, what day is it?"

"Twenty first. It's a leap year though so that helps a little."

"You're fucking with me." I throw my legs over the side of the bed, which Wyatt has to dodge, and grab my phone from the night stand. It is dead, but the rabbit holds his toward me, showing that he is telling the truth. "Shit." I fall back onto the bed with my eyes locked on the "21" on his phone and he crouches again to meet my eyes.

"Figured it was bad. I can let you stay with me for a while, but the place is a bit small. It's just a studio so I don't have a couch or any space for one. The bed's the same size as yours so it should be fine." He shakes his head. "I don't know what I'm worried about. You'd love to sleep with me some more, wouldn't you?" He stands upright, showing me his black sheath. I whip my muzzle to the side, but I can still see it in my peripheral.

He asked something, but I can't remember what. "Uh, yeah." He turns around and begins getting dressed.

"Great, I'm gonna go now, but we can figure out everything after I get off. Oh, and you might want to charge your phone so you can answer my calls." With that he finishes buttoning his shirt and walks out.

Okay that was weird. Wyatt's never acted so...caring? Affectionate? Nurturing? It feels like... his sister, right, it's something to do with that. He must have hid her from me for a reason. It's hard to hide something like that. His parents never mentioned her either. I've only met them once, but still. So is she...dead? He described her as depressed so did she...? If he's comparing me to her did he think I was going to...kill myself?

I bolt upright and plug in my phone. Seventeen missed calls. Looking at the dates, they start spread out, one every few days, but get more frequent. The last few days accounted for more than half of them. Those ones he left voicemails. I delete them without listening. I have a good idea what he says already and it's nothing I need to hear.

I need to make it up to him for making him worry like that. An apology is a good start, but he's also saving me from homelessness so I need a little more. I don't have anything of material value, but there's got to be something. Well if I'm going to be living with him, off him might be more accurate, I should be the best roommate possible. I'll be a housewife of sorts just without the sex.

Actually, is that what he wants? Insisting to sleep together naked and showing me his sheath should make it obvious, however all he did was hug me. Maybe he was trying to say that is how I will pay him back once I move in? No, I'm letting my thoughts become ridiculous again. He gets plenty and none of the sex stories he's told me involve men. Although he never explicitly said he is straight.

*

I spend the next week packing what I can and selling the rest, mostly my furniture. None of it will fit in the studio and I am able to get some money. I don't have my own car since I used Ezra's before so Wyatt has to come get me. This time his knocks are gentle. "Come in," I say from the far side of the apartment while organizing a box on the floor.

The rabbit opens the door and comes up behind me. "Almost done? I'd like to get back as soon as possible. Don't want to be tired tomorrow."

I give up on making the clothes neat in the box and start jamming them in. "Yeah, I just need a second." They aren't fitting, but I call it good enough and tape the flaps together. I lug the box off the floor and make my way to his car.

There are only a few boxes, mostly just clothes, so it is only fifteen minutes before we are on the road. We don't talk much, or rather I don't talk much. Wyatt never liked silence so he fills it with talk of his studio, various TV shows he is or wanting to watch, and complaining about his job. Usually he would also brag about his recent sexual conquests, each one crazier than the last, but he avoids that subject as best he can. I listen politely and make a few comments, waiting for an opportunity to apologize.

Eventually, the only subject he can think of somehow involves sex. He stops himself when it turns to that and gives up on conversation after that happens a couple times.

"Hey, Wyatt." He meets my eyes for a second before flicking them forward again. "I'm sorry for making you worry about me."

"Don't think much of it. As I said, it's what friends are for."

"No, you are going farther than that. I really appreciate it and...I don't know what happened with your sister, but I'm sorry for reminding you of it. I wasn't going to..." I take a moment to muster the strength to say the next two words. "...kill myself."

"Marianne didn't do that. Well she tried to..." Wyatt is speaking faster than I can keep up with so I don't catch everything he's saying. "she's in a psychiatric facility now and..." Again I miss some words, but the next are at his normal, albeit still fast pace. "Anyway, I'm not going to talk about it anymore. Let's focus on you, okay?"

"Okay." I rest my head on the window. The silence is comfortable despite what we were talking about.

Suddenly, the scenery transforms from rolling plains to gray buildings densely packed together. "Did I just fall asleep?" I ask but the answer is revealed to me as I take my muzzle off the window and reveal the drool running down it. Then the stiffness in my neck hits me. I rest back on the window.

"Yeah, you left me to entertain myself, you mean doggo. You know my radio's broken so it's the passenger's job to entertain." His tone is jokingly serious.

"Sorry?" To me we just went from a serious conversation to a playful one in just a few seconds.

"A whole hour of silence. An apology isn't enough."

"Um, I don't have any money, but I got some clothes that are way too big for you. That's gotta make up for it."

"Well let's get them inside and I shall judge their worthiness." It is then that I realize the buildings aren't moving; We aren't moving. I stumble out of the door and take a moment to stretch. The stiffness doesn't go away, but my body is listening to me again.

Wyatt's studio is on the ground floor so it barely takes five minutes to get all the boxes inside. It is as small as he claimed. Consisting of a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bed with a TV mounted on the wall in front of it and his dresser and closet below that.

The rabbit commits to his joke, commenting on the color and design of everything he puts away. My clothes are almost all shorts and T-shirts without much of a design, but a couple had brand logos he would criticize. One purple shirt in particular had a silhouette of a falcon on the sleeve that he insists is "unworthy" and is left in the box. He doesn't explain himself so I guess he just doesn't like falcons.

By late afternoon we are done organizing what I brought, both sitting on the floor crushing the boxes that contained my clothes. "So what do you have to eat?" I ask

"I'm not sure. I'm not here often so I doubt I have much. You could go look." I do so, but am quite disappointed. The fridge has some milk, cheese, and ketchup.

"Where do you keep it all? I can only find some instant ramen." I flip cupboards open at a rapid pace and if I'm lucky discover some dishware and if not nothing.

"I don't cook really so that's probably all that's there." He finishes with the boxes and stands up to set them against a wall as out of the way as possible.

I finish looking and turn to face him. "Really? I thought you were a chef." He cringes at that word.

"That's my job title, yes, but all I really do is warm things up for a living."

"Huh, well, ramen it is then. You want some?" I briefly look through the cupboards again to find it.

In a few minutes we're both sitting cross-legged on his bed eating from a bowl in our laps. With my other paw, I am flipping through what he has on his TV. "Space Tyrannosaurus Legends 2. That's something you said you wanted to watch, yeah?" The rabbit is in the middle of slurping a noodle into his mouth so he just nods awkwardly.

The movie is incoherent. Maybe I need to watch the first one first. The only thing I grasp from the plot is that dinosaurs were never wiped out, instead they went to space to fight in a galactic war of some sort. Wyatt seems to enjoy it somehow, his stubby tail moving back and worth the whole time and speeding up at the action scenes.

It is just approaching late evening, but Wyatt needs to get up early and I don't have anything else I can do except go to sleep with him. Knowing he would insist again, I undress and he does too. Curiously, he makes no move to his dresser instead lying back on the bed. He said he doesn't sleep naked and he has clothes now so either he lied or...something else.

I don't lie down with him, instead standing next to the bed, debating with myself. It's not that big of a deal, yet that nagging thought that he wants sex from me in exchange for somewhere to sleep doesn't go away. That would be unlike him, but I can't make sense of his actions otherwise. Maybe he wants it, just not requiring it. That makes more sense, horny rabbit that he is. He wouldn't let a potential fuck go to waste. And if that is true all I have to do is explain that I don't want to. "I thought you didn't sleep naked?"

"Not usually, but if you're gonna cuddle up to me again, I know I won't need the extra layers. Your fur is three on its own." That makes sense, however, cuddling can easily lead to other things and if he expects the cuddles does that mean he expects the other things?

I move my muzzle downward to look at the floor. "I don't want to have sex with you." My words come out in a rush similar to how Wyatt usually speaks.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I know I'm horny, but I'm not a monster." He hops off the bed to land in front of me, then lifts my muzzle with his paw in an attempt to meet my eyes. However, I keep them on the floor. "If you're really uncomfortable with it I can put my pajamas on and we can just go to sleep. No cuddling. I just thought it helped you the last time."

I raise my eyes from the floor to find his concern in his eyes. "It did. I just don't get why else you would go through such lengths for me. You must want something."

"Can't caring about you be enough of a reason? All I want from you is the Kai I used to know."

We stand there in silence, the rabbit waiting for me to answer, however, I don't have one. I don't even recall what the question is. I focused instead on the statement that followed it. What does he mean by that?

Giving up on figuring that out, I wrap my arms around his upper torso and pull him into a hug, my muzzle fitting perfectly in between his ears. After a brief moment I lift him off the ground and fall onto the bed with him on top of me. I knew he would feel light, but he is more comfortable on top of me than I expected.

The rabbit is surprised and for once speechless. I lay my head sideways on the pillow and close my eyes. After a few seconds, he rests his head on my chest, just below my muzzle, and his ears come up to tickle mine. I fall asleep in an instant.

I wake the next morning to discover that Wyatt managed to escape my arms this time. Disappointing, but it means I was able to sleep as long as I needed. I have more energy than I've had in a long time and I know just what to do with it.

I take a minute to find my phone and look up the stores in the area. We used to go out to dinner together all the time so I know exactly what his favorites are. Mainly stuff with tomatoes, cheese, or noodles. Lasagna is the most obvious thing combining those and not complicated. While I'm not the best cook, I'm only competing with instant ramen.

I only have a hundred dollars so I only manage to get eight or so meals. After that I am out of money so I have to carry it all back. It is only a few blocks, but my arms are exhausted from the bags lining them. I still have a few hours by the time I get to the studio so I let myself rest on the bed for a while.

Pulling out my phone, I see that it is a Friday. A day that Wyatt always reserved to find a hookup. I send him a quick text saying I have a surprise for him if he wants it and he responds that he is looking forward to it. With that worry gone I start to make the lasagna.

It's not my favorite so I haven't made it in a while, but the memory comes back quickly and it seems to come out fine. Wyatt comes home a few minutes after I pull it out of the oven and smiles immediately as the smell hits him. "Lasagna. Nice surprise, but you said you didn't have any money. You steal from the store or are you lying again?" The joke about something so recent throws me off balance a bit. He notices. "I'm fucking with you. It's sweet."

I relax at the words and he comes up behind me to look at the lasagna, allowing my tail to brush into him. "Well I wanted to do something." I serve our plates and pick them up off the counter to bring them to the table.

"We're going to have to eat on the counter," Wyatt says. "Never needed a table till now." I put the plates back down. The counter comes up to my thigh so I lay my torso sideways on it so that most of my weight is on one arm. The rabbit stays standing since it comes up to his stomach. "I can tell already that you've put my soup to shame." I can only move my wrist and twist my forearm a little on the arm I'm laying on so I struggle to use a knife with it. I manage and Wyatt is right about its superior quality, though the sauce isn't quite right. He says it's perfect even though he's had better.

Once talk of the food comes to its conclusion, he asks, "So you got a plan for what you're going to do? Besides making lasagna, I mean."

"I didn't have much money so I was only able to get..." I list everything else I bought, deliberately misinterpreting him.

"That sounds perfect. It seems you know what I like better than I do. I wouldn't have been able to come up with more than two." He takes his last bite.

"It's something I've gotten a lot of practice with. And it's easier with you since I don't have to worry about what kind of meat you like and how you like it cooked and what meat mixes well with this and that." My arm is getting tired so I cut up the rest of what's on my plate.

"It shows." I stand straight, a fork in one paw and my plate in the other and he has to go from looking down at me to up. "Anyway I meant besides cooking for me. What are you planning to do?" I set myself to clearing my plate which is much easier in this position.

Do I need to do any more than that? I know that I have to. I can't buy more food to cook and it feels weird to ask him for money. Yet, the simplicity of making Wyatt happy is the only thing that doesn't fill me with the despondency that I drowned in. My ears go down at the memory. "I'm not sure."

"I can get you a job with me." The response is immediate like he already knew what I was going to say.

"After everything you've said about them?"

"I admit it's not great, but I've job-hopped around here for a while. There's not any better options."

"Still." My food is gone and, while I'm not still hungry, I consider getting more as an excuse to pause the conversation. "I don't think I could handle it right now."

"I'm not going to force you to do it, but..." He looks to his plate and finds a strand of cheese. He grabs it with a paw and slowly puts it between his lips. "...I think you should."

There's something in his voice that makes me consider it. I don't see how it could possibly help me, but Wyatt has only helped me so far. "Okay, as long as I don't have to work in that horror story of a kitchen."

We move to the bed and find another movie that he wants to watch. It's as dumb as the last, however, he talks about how much he enjoyed it for what felt like the same length of time as the movie itself. Still I listen to him describe the "genius" of the writing and shot composition, the stunning CGI work, and emotional musical score.

He finishes his monologue by saying it is time for him to sleep, stripping, and once I did the same, falling asleep on top of me the same as the night before. His haste strikes me as a little weird, but I write it off as him being tired. I wrap my arms around him and follow him into sleep.

I wake a few hours later to Wyatt squirming in my arms. He isn't trying to get out of them this time instead trying to roll over on his back. His urgency indicates that it isn't just discomfort bothering him. I take my arms off of him and he relaxes once he's repositioned. I try to return my arms to where they were but pull back when I feel something fleshy instead of fur. The rabbit scrambles off of me and lies face down next to me. It takes a bit for me to figure out what just happened. The instant I do, I caress his arm in an attempt to comfort him. He shifts away from my paw. "It happens, Wyatt, I don't care." He doesn't respond.

*

After that night Wyatt makes no move to cuddle again. Often we don't sleep together at all. The incident doesn't seem like a big deal to me, but he seems to be avoiding me because of it. I try to convince myself that he isn't doing that, he just has better things to do. To distract myself, I throw myself in the job he got for me which isn't as bad as he says.

One evening a couple weeks after the incident he comes home unexpectedly and says he wants to take me somewhere. The drive there, he remains unresponsive as he has been. He is usually the one leading conversations so we quickly fall into silence.

He stops at a park and abandons the trail after a few minutes of following it. "Where are we going exactly?" I ask, looking around. Wyatt is leading me through densely-packed trees. Branches and shrubbery getting caught on my clothes and the fur on my arms and legs. If not for the rabbit's insistence I would turn around, go home, and wash off all the stuff in my fur.

"You'll see. It's not far now. I promise it'll be worth it." He looks back at me and gives me a reassuring smile. Which works, much to my fur's discontent as it is abused further.

"Is there not an easier way to get there? These plants are trying to kill me."

"Around the other side it's not as bad, but that would take much longer. This is why I told you to not leave too much exposed fur." He followed his own advice, dressed in a long sleeve shirt, and sweat pants with these cloth protectors on the back of his ears. He keeps them bent forward so the front isn't hitting the branches.

"But it's ninety eight degrees!" I protest.

"You're still panting wearing that so what's the difference? Anyway I can see it up ahead." He steps over a downed tree, and a moment later I do the same and it comes into view.

"A pond! We came all this way for a pond?" It is pretty though. Surrounded by a small clearing and on the far side the sun is peeking over a steep hill. The water is perfectly clear and shallow enough that I can see the bottom when the sun isn't being reflected off of it.

Wyatt turns around and looks at me with an unfamiliar expression. Well, unfamiliar to his face. Nervousness. "Let me say first that this has no bearing on whether you can stay with me or not." His words come slower than usual at an average speaking rate. "I've...I don't know how else to say this." He holds his arms still at his sides. "I have feelings for you, Kai, romantic ones I think. I don't know." He looks to the ground and I think to say something, but I see in his face he is working on explaining further.

He looks back at me and the nervousness melts off his face when he sees my smile. "Occasionally, after sex, women want to cuddle up to me and on rarer occasions I indulge them, but I never enjoy it. With you, though, I understand what they're after. That sense of warmth, safety, contentment. When it grew into arousal it threw me off. I never thought much about my sexuality so when that happened I flung myself at women even more than before, but it didn't satisfy me. It definitely still felt good, but I wanted more. I tried curling up to them, however, it didn't feel like it did with you." His stiff limbs begrudgingly make their way in front of me. "So..."

I take the back of the rabbit's paws, grabbing at the sides of them, and give some much needed movement to his arms, bringing them up to our chests. "I can't say that I feel the same way," panic flashes across his face, another emotion unfamiliar to it, making me regret my phrasing, "but I do care about you." I pause to find my words better. "What I'm trying to say is that I want to try to feel the same way about you that you feel about me. I don't think I've been capable of feeling that way about someone again until recently." I want to elaborate further, but I don't trust myself with words after that. Instead, I move my paws up his arms and around his back, bend down, and put my lips to his. The kiss should be awkward, my muzzle not matching his mouth, but it's the only kind of kiss I know so it feels natural. His paws remain where I put them at first, but eventually find their way around my waist and pull me into him.

He seeks entrance into my muzzle with his tongue and doesn't make it far past my lips, but seems content exploring what he can reach. His taste is similar to his scent, a little sweeter, but still subtle. I lightly tease the bottom of his tongue and when it attempts to escape, I coil around it, trapping it in my mouth. He tugs as hard as he can, but only is freed when I release him. I stifle a laugh as he pulls back. "I love doing that," I say.

"The kiss or taking a hostage?" he asks.

"Both." I bring my paws to his cheeks and caress them gently as he strokes my sides. "Did you really bring me all the way out here just to say how you feel?"

"It didn't seem right to do it in the apartment. You're supposed to do this kinda thing in a romantic place, right?" He turns around, walks back to the edge of the pond and gestures to the scenery surrounding us. The sun sets over the hill, creating streaks of orange and red across the sky. "About as romantic as it gets."

"I suppose, but I asked Ezra out in a locker room and that worked out. Well, you know what I mean." I hug him from behind.

He pushes back into me, teasing my swelling sheath. "You're right this wasn't a good idea. Now we have to wait until we get back. Unless..."

I quickly cut him off. "We're not doing it in the grass. My fur is messed up enough." I put my muzzle between his ears and on his head.

"No, of course not but maybe against a..."

"You rabbits are too horny for your own good."

He strokes the sides of my muzzle with his ears. "In the car?"

"No."

Wyatt doesn't attempt to convince me further the whole way back to the apartment. Instead focusing on making the journey as fast as possible. I fall behind initially, but once we get through the trees and on the trail again, I have no trouble all the way to the car. His driving is usually fast just bordering on being unsafe, however, he now goes well past that border. Telling him to slow down won't accomplish much and there aren't many other cars so I let him be reckless.

As soon as we enter the apartment, Wyatt pulls me down into a kiss and his paws grope me through my shorts. I break the kiss and lightly push him off of me. "Shower first."

"Shower before sex?" He looks at me like I suggested we fly to the moon. "Oh I see you like to do it in the shower, huh? Never understood it myself, but I'll play along." He rushes into the bathroom and begins undressing, starting with his ear protectors.

I follow his lead at a slower pace "No, I just cannot stand all this plant stuff in my fur. And I don't think we'll both fit in the shower."

He looks at the shower stall for a moment. "We can fit, but barely. Hmm, we'll have to content ourselves with paws."

"Fine, I would appreciate the help cleaning my coat anyway." I am lagging behind despite having less clothes so he turns on the water and watches me. As soon as I get my shorts off he yanks me by the arms into the stall.

"You're so slow. Are you not excited?" The rabbit reaches down and traces a finger along my erection. "No, a little nervous then?" He grinds his own erection against my thigh. "Your fur is nice." Something pricks his shaft and he pulls back into the wall. "Though it does need cleaning."

"As I've been telling you." I seize his bobbing shaft and give it a few light strokes. "Though I need you to make your own mess on it first. No point making you clean it twice."

"Gladly." The rabbit lays his head against my chest, places his paws on the wall behind me, and begins humping into my paw. I firm my grip around the length so that the glans barely make their way through and once they do they graze into my fur. The third time this happened Wyatt exhales heavily and dribbles his seed onto me before it is washed away.

The rabbit's breathing steadies after a moment and he grasps my uninflated knot. "Is this what the ladies are always raving about?" He probes at it, quickening my breathing into his ears. "Doesn't seem that impressive." My knot expands a little, not visibly, but enough that it can be felt. "Oh I see it gets bigger. I take it the full size is earned?" His other paw begins running up and down the rest of my penis. It has the desired effect, his paw no longer big enough to contain my knot.

The temptation to let him finish me like that is strong, but the greater pleasures if I don't, drives me to say something. "I won't be able to go again if you..." I trail off as he squeezes my knot.

"So that's the tradeoff." His paws still. "Let's get you cleaned up then."

Water and soap does little to disentangle the prickles from my coat. Wyatt has to remove each one individually. After doing this a few times, he gets impatient with it and starts ripping them out. My yelping into his ears puts an end to that and he resumes the careful disentanglement.

Eventually, he brushes through my fur with his claws to discover that there are no more. "Finally." He turns off the water and pulls me out of the stall and to the doorway. I stop there and he looks back at me. "What is it now?"

"Wyatt, we're still soaked."

"So? It'll feel the same." I roll my eyes at him before turning around and finding his handheld fur dryer.

I am feeling some of his impatience so I shake what water I can from my coat instead of using a towel before turning it on. It's meant for his shorter fur and I'm not thorough about it, but it works well enough. "You too come on."

He drags his feet behind me so grab his wrist and put him in front of me. I have to keep him some distance away from him as I dry him as his cock is still erect and trying to poke into my leg. His backside is easier and once he deems I'm finished, rushes off. After I put the dryer down, I chase after him.

He's standing by the dresser, facing away from me, doing something with his paws. Before I get close enough to see he whips around and leaps at me. I don't have time to catch him, however, he doesn't need me to. His arms hang from my neck and after a bit of sliding his foot claws find purchase on my abdomen without piercing the skin. He pushes his lips to mine and his tongue forces its way into my mouth. I'm caught off guard, allowing him to get his tongue partially around mine and squeezing on it. His appendage isn't strong so he isn't able to move mine or squeeze very hard.

I let him have his fun in my muzzle, more concerned with getting him on the bed. As I stumble backwards against it Wyatt kicks off of me, flinging me onto it. The mattress has a lot of give so it doesn't hurt. Mostly, the surprises are making me dizzy and before I can reorient, I feel the rabbit spreading my legs and a slick substance against my tailhole. He briefly slips a finger inside then climbs on top of me, on all fours. His head barely reaches my chest and his ears sway in front of my nose.

The rabbit's cock finds its target instantly and rams into it. He's thicker than I'm used to causing some pain. It starts to fade, but comes back when he pushes in further. Once I realize he isn't going to stop I rush out, "Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow."

"C'mon I'm not that big," he jokes, but he does stop. After a few seconds the pain is gone and when he pulls out is replaced by pleasure. He pauses with his tip still inside and thrusts back in an inch or two deeper, hilting into me. He maintains that rhythm for a while, though the pauses grow shorter. His restrained energy is palpable every time his hips meet mine.

Seemingly by accident, he grazes my prostate and I can't prevent a moan from escaping my lips despite being concerned about hurting his ears. They twitch back from the noise so I pet them in apology and they come forward to tickle my nose. I nuzzle into each of them in turn before laying my head back again.

Wyatt interprets the affair as a cue to speed up or simply starts to lose control. The increased force he rails me with is enough to jerk my muzzle as it travels through my body. His testicles now audibly slapping into me, almost in sync with the whimpers I am now making. His ears aren't longer bothered by the sound so my paw strays down to my leaking maleness. It's flailing wildly so it takes a few seconds to catch it, but the instant I do I pump it as fast as I can, rocketing myself to orgasm.

Just before I can get there, though, my forearm is slammed back into the bed next to my shoulder. Without thinking, my other paw tries to finish the job, however it is pinned as well. "I don't want you cumming quite yet." I give him a needy whine which his ears come closer to hear. "Don't worry, I know when the time is juuuuust right." He puts that familiar warmth into his words that directly contrasts his amplified thrusts sliding me along the bed. To prevent myself from going further, I hook my feet on the end of the bed and use the leverage to push back against the rabbit's thrusts.

Wyatt's breathing quickens and his claws scratch into my arms. He is getting close and the sudden clenching of my walls around him throws him over the edge. He drills into me once more, unhooking my feet and consequently dragging me up on the bed again, shooting a far more impressive load than before, filling the deepest parts of my rectum.

To follow me along the bed, the rabbit straightened out and is lying on top of me, trapping my erection in his chest fur. I attempt to hump into him, however, I don't have the strength to make enough friction. I need just one good stroke to blow, which I am doing already with pre. His chest is soaked and he must be able to feel my desperation, but he pays me no mind instead catching his breath and stroking my sides idly.

"Wyatt, you're forgetting something." No response. I move my hips against him some more which does get one. A grab that holds them still. "Please, I need it." I'm impressed I am able to whine instead of yell with the overwhelming pressure in my balls.

"I didn't forget. I just needed a minute. Don't you trust me?" He plants his paws on the bed to lift himself up a little, partially slipping out of my passage and freeing my cock. I reach for it, however, I hesitate as I realize something. He's still fully erect. He drives back into me, the new angle hitting my prostate directly. My moan this time isn't hushed and his ears swivel away from me. "Oh it seems I hit an extra sensitive spot."

"Yes! Fuck. Again. Right there!" After a moment, he does as I ask and I can't help, but cry out again, no longer concerned about his ears that stay swiveled away. Though the force he can muster in this position is only a fraction of what I felt before, the bliss radiating from my prostate brings me as close to climax as when I was pawing myself. It feels like one more thrust will finally give me the release I needed. However, I only get a little closer and on the next the progress stagnates. I lift my paw then realize the futility of trying and put it back down. The rabbit will stop me again, and all I'll accomplish is delaying the next spike of ecstasy.

I put the desire to orgasm out of my mind as best I can, focusing on individual details. The sloshing of Wyatt's cum inside me. His rapid breathing into my chest, face creased in effort. His ears swiveling toward me again and tickling my nose. His stronger scent, more full with male musk. Each observation is followed by elation before the next.

I feel a paw touch my maleness and before the paw can stroke it fully, it erupts. Every muscle in my body tenses. I can't feel the seed coming out of urethra or where it lands on my body as everything is clouded by euphoria. The only thing I can feel is extreme fullness as more cum is pumped into me. The orgasm nullifies all other sensations, untethering me from my surroundings.

Even as it dies down my awareness doesn't return. Instead I am consumed by fatigue and start to lose consciousness. "Hey! You made a mess of my bed." I'm only dimly aware of his voice so the words don't process right away. I reluctantly open my eyes a sliver to look at the mess I made, though I don't see any white spots on his bed. I look at Wyatt and he's gesturing to my chest which is covered in them. "You want to take another shower?" I manage a barely audible, "no" before closing my eyes again. I am once more prevented from slumber by something ruffling through my fur then by a comfortable weight settling on my torso. I pull it into myself with one arm and fall asleep.