A Rabbit Tale: Chapter XXIV [Comm]

Chapter XXIV

Fievel’s sniveling soon abated, and he had returned to idly pawing at the plastic and cloth jingly toys scattered about the inside of his playpen. Eyelids heavy, anyone observing the rabbit might note that he was on the edge of taking a nap. Even as he blinked slowly, Jennifer in contrast stared wide-eyed at her phone screen, a pleasant expression on her muzzle as she thought over the afternoon she had been having so far. 

It’s more exciting than I anticipated! Gosh what a cutie, Marisa’s lucky to have landed herself such an adorable munchkin of a husband like that!

She pursed her lips, thinking of her own partner who was unlike Fievel in any shape or farm. A rather braggadocious lion, he kept a positive spirit in the house even if he was a little prideful. 

Still, he knew her sweet spots. 

Pausing for a moment, she opened her messages and thumbed a quick text over to Marisa. 

Hey, it cool if I babysit through the morning? I’d love to feed him some pancakes. 🥞

Hoping the emoji would convey the intention of her playfulness, she opened her direct messages to her partner as well, anticipating that Marisa would be all too willing to give her the evening through the night. 

Hey, turns out I’m going to be here through the night. Marisa’s extending her ‘me’ time and I said it wouldn’t be a problem. C u tmr?

Smiling to herself, fangs bared for a moment as she allowed herself a mischievous giggle, she opened up Marisa’s contact just in time to receive a text that sent butterflies of anticipation fluttering about her inside. 

Sure! There’s actually some pancake mix in the cupboard, knock yourselves out!

It’s all coming together!

She thought to herself, her internal voice singing out in merry cheer. She waited eagerly as Marisa typed out another message, three small dots jumping up and down excitedly as Jennifer waited. 

This actually comes with good timing, we were just thinking about seeing a late night and get a little silly. 🍸

Jennifer typed up a brief response telling her to let go tonight before she switched back over to the boyfriend. 

Yeah alright, let me know if I should pick anything up from the store. Got a big cat’s hunger tonight!

She squealed, typing back rapidly, her claws clacking against her phone screen lightly like the sound of water raining down on porcelain.

You can have my leftovers from the other night, the meatballs are all yours!

His response came a few seconds later. 

Meatballs… Usually I reserve those for you. ;)

She rolled her eyes, it was only because he was so genuinely handsome and sweet when he tried that she tolerated his rather brusque sense of humor. 

Sneaking out of the kitchen, she peered through the doorframe to see that Fievel had, in fact, fallen over on his front with his padded back side protruding into the air prominently, fast asleep and drooling through the guard of his pacifier. 

Like a light.

She returned to the kitchen, her tail swishing animatedly behind her as she softly opened the cupboards and drawers of the kitchen to familiarize herself with their contents. Marisa was stocked, and Jennifer noted with begrudging respect that the rabbit knew how to run a pantry.

Helping herself to some almonds, she chewed politely as she opened the refrigerator, noting with no surprise that there seemed to be a distinct lack of anything containing meat. After all, the house was filled with herbivores. Fievel’s meals consisted of pureed vegetables and fruits, no chicken soup for him. 

Though, she did arc an eye at the package of dinosaur shaped nuggets in the 

freezer, the only non-plant protein in the entire household. 

Can he even eat those?

She pondered, deciding not to risk it as she planned on making him blueberry 

and chocolate chip pancakes in the morning. The little guy deserved a treat, she had decided. 

Her thoughts then turned to what kind of play-time they might have next, tossing back the last of the almonds with a satisfied crunch. 

A spanking, a feeding, and doting over the rabbit while in his bouncer had been

quite a time. He would be overdue for a diaper change once he woke up, she figured, which would be its own delightful experience. She had noted the ankle and wrist cuffs situated on the changing table, and seeing him squirm around on top of it in a full diaper was sure to be very entertaining. 

She had to be sure not to overstimulate him, perhaps a break with a movie on the television or tv show would be in order. She would let him sit in her lap, hugging a stuffed animal, and listening to the rhythmic suckling of his pacifier as he gazed uncomprehendingly at the moving pictures on the screen. It would be a cozy time.  

The Savannah cat briefly considered whether her boyfriend would tolerate such treatment, and the thought made her smirk. Shaving down his beloved mane, popping a pacifier in his muzzle, and patting him affectionately on the padded rump would undoubtedly make the lion as red as roses in the cheeks. 

Though she might be the only one enjoying it, she probably would not subject her boyfriend to the idea even if she found it particularly nice to imagine. Probably. 

As for Fievel, she heard him mumble something unintelligible into his pacifier in the other room. Pushing herself nimbly off of the kitchen counter she had been leaning against, she padded on light paws over to the living room to see whether her bunny had woken up from his nap. 

He stirred, shifting about as a rather ripe smell could be detected faintly by the Savannah cat’s sensitive nostrils. Her suspicions were confirmed as she glanced at his raised posterior, which appeared a little bit more plump than when she had checked it last. 

Looks like a change is going to be next up on the agenda after all.

She mused to herself cheerfully, striding over to the playpen to lean down and gently pat the back of his diaper. Indeed, underneath her pawpads she could feel a distinct squish as she checked his diaper. Fievel had messed himself while napping, a thought that Jennifer was finding hard to not to cause her to squeal with delight. He was just too good to be true!

“Hey sweetie, did someone have an accident during their nap?”

Fievel did not respond, choosing instead to let out a sigh of contentment as the 

a faint noise of a diaper being piddled in filled the quiet living room.

“Not done yet, huh?”

She asked, smiling with mild incredulousness as she was now rather impressed 

with just how regular the rabbit was. Reaching further down, she gently poked the front of his sodden padding with a finger to feel the telltale warmth of a freshly peed diaper. Fievel mumbled, shifting slightly underneath the attention before opening his eyes blearily. He looked up at Jennifer, a dull, sleepy expression plastered across his muzzle as he gazed up at her uncertainly. 

“Time for a diaper change, sweetie?”

She posed, scratching him gently underneath the chin, causing his eyes to cross in bliss from the sensation. Reaching around him, she hoisted him up by his armpits and lifted him out of the playpen. She deposited his padded posterior on her hip, noting the tangible squish of his diaper as she did so. 

Fievel’s diaper was now in dire need of a change.