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The acute flickering of light echoes in my dark room. Beyond the sheets, by the door frame, I hear a grave, desolate voice call me.

"Wake up, Junior."

The end of the sentence is also the end of the presence in my room. Stretching away the sheets, I wake up to a musty room; the one from my childhood. I sigh and resist the urge to fall right back into bed.

Leaving the bed is one thing, leaving this room is another. I desperately don't want to deal with the world today. I'd rather stay here, in the stuffiness of my past abode. Sadly, neither body nor mind gives me the respite to linger in this bedroom.

The lonely trip to the bathroom and then downstairs were preludes to what I'd have to feel today. Regardless, I make it to the kitchen, where a table has been carelessly set. And a meal is equally being prepared. Father was never a good cook, and our current state of mind only makes things worse.

"Dad, do you need some-"

"Shut up and take a seat."

Not long after I obey, I'm presented with a drab breakfast. Half-burnt toast, sad-looking eggs, and an unhealthy amount of bacon. The OJ is the only thing I have a remote interest in.

My fat father also takes a seat. His poorly shaved beard holds a frowning, silent mouth.

I want to reach out to him so badly. But every time I do...

"Eat."

Barely anything on the mountain of pork gets near my mouth. In contrast, his meal disappears before me. He frowns at me next, every time I peek at him, darting his eyes elsewhere.

"Dad... We need to talk about-"

"It's time for work," he says, looking at his wristwatch.

He leaves to get ready and I go to the living room. I had stopped watching cable TV for a while, but this situation got me craving that. A cartoon channel right in front of me; endless reruns and feature movies play all day; and I watch most of them.

Since it's close enough to the front door, I see the man lumbering to the outside world. He barely spares a glance at me.

"Bye, dad. Have a good day at work!"

He pauses and releases a heavy sigh before returning to me. "Go back to school, Junior."

His absence turns the house frigid. From the comfort of nostalgia, I'm flung to my mind; where reality is inescapable.

We're both anxious, for good reason. Mother left him... left us. I came back home as soon as I got the news; he was inconsolable then. It did not come as too much of a surprise to me. Dad always seemed the happier of the two. But the coldness of just leaving I did not expect.

It's weird, but I was never too close to her. That I might never see my birth mother ever again wasn't nearly as upsetting as my father's bleak reaction. I always liked him better.

That's an understatement. I love him. Not family love, but romantic love. I don't know if I always did, but I'm sure it's real. And to see him hurt like that breaks my heart over and over.

And that's why I don't go back to school. Don't leave the house. And that's why I keep trying to approach him. No matter how many times I'm rejected, I must keep trying.

But for now, I must bury myself in cartoons. They're the only real comfort I get.

I see little of him after he comes home from work. He eats take out silently and goes to bed. On his way, I stop him yet again.

"Dad. C'mon, we have to talk about it."

He turns to me from the steps. "What? About you not going back to school?"

I grunt and shake my head. "You know that's not it."

"Then, there's nothing to talk about."

"Dad!"

He returns to climbing to the second floor. "Good night, Junior."

I'm left alone again with the TV and my cartoons. This time, every show brings back a childhood memory.

Going to the park, to fancy restaurants or to the movies, our fights, our hugs. It all seems so precious. I cry silently as another feeling comes over me. Deep down, I'm glad she's gone. I can be what she never was: a loving, tender wife, one that will never leave. One who knows how beautiful, body and soul, he is.

I'm aware these thoughts are selfish. And yet my mind conjures images of us together that causes a stiffness behind my pants.

I just turn off the TV and go deal with my devious imagination in my bedroom.

---

Today's morning is going the same way. The forced awakening, the disgusting breakfast before me, the saddened man, the emotional pain. It's all so much to handle.

We leave the table together; him to work and me to the sofa. The way I see him hurting is beyond words. I desperately want to snuff it in my embrace. I want to be the shoulder he can rely on, the support a man like him deserves.

So, before he leaves the door...

"Dad. We have to talk about it. You can't just keep avoiding it."

The man turns to me in slow disappointment. "I'm avoiding it, huh? Like you are avoiding going to school?"

"It's not the same..."

"Is it not now?" Dissatisfaction turns to anger. "Okay, let's talk about it!"

"This was a mistake." I turn to the living room. "We'll talk later."

"No, no, no! Let's talk now!" He follows me. "Tell me, in plain English, why don't you wanna go back to school?"

I fall back onto the couch, at a loss for words.

"Is it 'cause you miss your momma?" He scoffs. "She's gone, Junior. Deal with it."

"Are you serious!" I stand. "You, the man of the house, are dealing with it so well! Eating like shit, not taking care of yourself, ignoring me. Can't you see how bad that is, dad?"

"How's that your problem?" His hands move in a frenzy. "You can live a better life! You can leave..." He slowly cowers into himself. "You can leave me. I only push people away..."

"That's not true!" I grab his shoulders. "You're considerate of others' feelings. You are strict without being overbearing. You are such a good person..." I peer deep into his eyes. "She didn't see it; but I do."

"And... why is that?"

Then I blush, realizing my position. I'm so close to him, body and mind. I breached the barrier between us; but I want more. I want to eject those feelings into him. To tell how much I care. But I also want to drop it right here. He doesn't have to know. He doesn't need that shit in his life. But...

He's so close.

"Because I love you, dad." I gulp and hesitate for a millisecond. "The way she didn't. I want to be there for you and be the one to give you the love you deserve. And it hurts so much to look at you hurt."

"Junior, I..."

His hand reaches mine; but not lovingly. Shit, I fucked up.

"Never mind!" I retract my hands quickly. "Have a good day at work, dad." I plop back on the couch and put on the same channel.

"Junior..."

I nervously watch whatever is on; my face red from ear to ear. For once, I want him to ignore me. But it isn't happening.

He steps in front of the TV with a worried face. "Son, I don't know what to say."

"Then say nothing! Nothing happened." I release an awfully awkward laughter. "Just go to work, dad. I'll see you later."

I nervously change the channel again and again, pretending he's not there. That lasts for several seconds. Before he can open his mouth, something happens.

A blinding light emanates from the TV screen. We are both engulfed. Even after it fades, my eyes take time to adjust.

"What the heck was that!" Says the man beside me.

Heck. Not even when I was younger did he say "heck," why start now? My mind is too woozy to dwell on that. A myriad of words and images brand me with a headache. Rabbits and carrots, farms and trucks. All I think about. And the name Bonnie Hopps echoes inside me.

In my haze, I barely notice my body change. I'm smaller; the clothes I wore fall easily to the ground. Exposed, my skin burns as hairs on my body grow and multiply. My short ears elongate and move. In my face, nothing goes unchanged; smaller, pinkish nose, eyes grow, and my mouth grows into a snout.

A rabbit. I'm a rabbit now. There's no doubt about it. I don't even need a mirror, that's what my mind says; but it also says something else. Bonnie Hopps, that's me; a female rabbit.

From my chest, a weight forms. I feel my nipples grow sensitive as my boobs carry them. Breasts, I have breasts! Though it surprises me, I don't mind'em. Soon, my stiff virility shrinks into me, becoming a rosy, delicate pussy.

I... I am Bonnie Hopps.

Then I black out.

---

I wake up still in a darn haze. With clothes I didn't put on, but fit me well. I look around the living room and find Stu Hopps, the lazy bun, taking a nap. I stand, still unsure of what's happening, but clearly needing to talk to him.

"Stu!" I shake his limp body. "Stu, wake up!"

He mumbles as he awakens. "Bon? Bon, is that you?"

"Yeah! What are we doing getting shuteye in the middle of the living room, anyway?"

"Beats me. I don't even know what time it is!"

His stomach rumbles loudly; mine shakes as well, but much more ladylike.

"Well," I say, "sounds like lunchtime to me! C'mon let's make that good food!"

As we walk around the house, our height becomes clear. There's trouble getting the ingredients and utensils, but we manage.

For some reason, he thinks he's the one who cooks around here.

I shoo him away from the stove. "Lookie here, mister, don't go hurting yourself now. Git your patootie to that chair and let me cook, now."

He obeys. In the kitchen I'm queen, after all.

Takes a while to get adjusted to my height while cooking, but I manage. In no time, carrot soup, carrot casserole and carrot juice are all done and set on the table.

He goes down on it in a flash and, honestly, me too. It's not very me to do that, and he comments on it. Guess I was hungrier than I thought.

Halfway through, his agape mouth releases a burp in the bellow. The deep noise makes my ears quiver and my nose picks up on the stench. I should berate him, but there's something to it that's oddly endearing.

"Sorry, dear," he says. "That one just slipped out."

"Oh, don't worry, hun." My digits pinch his cheek. "I love the sound (and smell) of a satisfied man. Now go on, eat more."

He complies with his queen's orders.

Throughout the meal he releases more belches and to my bewilderment, so do I. We trade burps in as a conversation, laughing at the silliness of it all. It ends with our fingers interlocked over the table.

We spend the rest of the afternoon embraced in front of the TV. The shows all look and sound on the edge of familiarity and mystery. It's like the haze from before. Before? Before what?

I shrug off the question and my worried stare with a healthy dose of my husband Stu's fur. The fact he's so close to me means so much, despite not being the first time we've done this.

---

Night and tiredness come and decide to go to bed. Stu has been giving me looks and little nibbles and kisses, and I know exactly what they mean.

"C'mon, hon," I tell him as he playfully shoves me into the bed. "Wasn't it you, the one who said he was tired? Where's all that energy coming from?"

"Don't you know, wife?" His overalls drop to the floor, revealing his round belly and a pair of tighty whities. "There's no turning back when bunny-making time hits!"

"Haha! Isn't 277 enough Hopps in the world?"

He puts his hand on my cheek and brings our noses close. "Sorry, just looking at that cute face makes me wanna love you again and again."

"Oh, Stu..."

We pull into a wet, passionate kiss; our tongues dance between our snouts. He's a gentleman, never overwhelming me, always lovingly leading. We part and lead into looking in the other's eyes.

"Oh, fine, you old bun. But, we are using the back entrance tonight."

"Works just fine for me!"

His fingers slide across my pants as he kisses me again. The nimble digits are quick to unbutton and rub between my legs. Even behind my panties, the new sensation is energizing. I can't help but break the kiss into a sharp moan.

Next, we're haphazardly undoing my shirt. He's so into it, he snaps my bra in the middle with his front teeth, my boobs bouncing free.

He caresses my breasts and licks my sensitive nipples. Not leaving my hands free, my fingers slide through his fur until they find his undies. Once there, I penetrate them and grab his heinie. He's fluffy and warm, just how I imagined it.

I grasp and shake those fuzzy buns while he plays around with my boobs. Both grunting, both enjoying it.

He chuckles. "Whose backdoor are we using, anyway?"

"Lay down on the bed and you'll find out. "

"Will do..."

It doesn't take long for us to be naked; him on the bed watching my womanly form, me swaying my furry, child-bearing hips to his amusement. I climb onto the bed, toying around with my body a bit, which causes a stiff manhood to sprout between his flabby thighs.

"If you wanna go back there," I whisper into his ear, "you better make sure it's ready first."

"Then, you better bring that butt right here."

Laying down, he's in position to receive what he wants. And so I arrange myself, making my womanly hips hover over his salivating mouth.

"Ready, hun?"

"Oh fuck yeah, give it to me!"

At his request, I take my seat. My hole falling gingerly in his wet, cold nose. I am the queen, and he is my throne.

Barely snuffed by my behind, I hear him sniffing around my ass. The sensation is pleasant already. Him enjoying my scent like I enjoyed his fills me with pride.

The lapping starts. His tongue works on my most delicate parts, first only grazing it in saliva, but eventually coating it well in slobber. From puckered entrance to as far as his tongue can make it in, I'm made wet by my man.

"Oh Stu... More, more!"

He obeys me. From underneath my smother, he spreads my cheeks and starts relentlessly slurping my hole. I can't help but moan loudly and watch as his cock bobs with our movements.

"Oh, God! Stu! Stu, enough!"

He stops instantly. I can imagine a confused look being shot at me. "What's the matter?"

"Just... Fuck, just fill me up, Stu!"

"With pleasure!"

In my weakness, I couldn't resist when he jostled me around and got in a mating position. Suddenly, I was the one on the bed, his body towering over me. The weight of his rock-hard dick stimulating my vagina with the smallest movements.

He did not tease me any further. A quick repositioning and he jammed it into my ass. The head going deep inside me makes me grasp the sheets and moan.

He doesn't stop there, of course. Rabbits are known for their mating, after all. He fucks his mate, eager to pump another batch of bunnies into the world. His wife is losing her mind at the speed and power of each thrust. Each loud pounding makes me shake and moan.

We trade small words of encouragement through it all; at least whatever our lust-ridden mouths will allow. My moans become screams.

"Fuck! Fuck! Keep mating me, Stu!"

"You like it, don't you? What if I did this?"

Still pounding into me, he rubs my sensitive pussy. I scream in surprise and pleasure at first touch. "God!"

But he doesn't stop, all he does is please me. The fucking, the rubbing, the feeling of a fertile male mating me; it's all too much.

"Ah!"

I orgasm into his furry digits, leaving them wet and sticky. I can barely keep awake after the discharge, but Stu wakes me up by bringing his face close to mine.

He changed positions again. This time pelvic thrusts alone hit me again and again until, in a grunt, he released his sperm inside me. The sensation of being filled would make me scream if he hadn't snuffed my sounds with a warm kiss on my mouth.

---

After some time, and mild cleaning later, we are spooning in the bed. The way he cradles my body feels new and familiar at the same time.

Before drifting off to slumber town, I can't help but think about something. But that something seems to go farther and farther away from my reach. Like a childhood memory, or a movie you haven't seen in a long time.

Then the man hugs me even tighter. In his sleepiness, he whispers. "I love you so much, Bon."

Whatever I was thinking about can't be better than this. So I just let those thoughts go...