A Rabbit Tale: Chapter XXII [Comm]

Chapter XXII

The sound of the doorbell caused Marisa’s ears to perk up and swivel towards the direction of the front room. It had just ticked past twelve in the afternoon, and the rabbit had been dressed for a night of success for an hour already. 

Excitement highlighting her movements, she sprang to her feet and hopped over to the hallway that led to the front door, her cotton tail wiggling from side to side despite herself. She took a moment’s breath, not wanting to appear too eager when meeting the Savannah cat for the first time.

I think I’m going to like her already…

Marisa mused to herself, prepping a breezy smile that showed off her buck teeth as the door swung open to reveal the towering presence of the lanky feline. 

“Hey girl!”

Her voice was bright, it had a chirpy quality that made her smile broader at the sound of it. The two shook paws, Marisa noting that her grip was as firm as it was considerate. 

“Hey! Good to see you.”

Marisa could not help herself, her excitement matched the cat’s own energy as there was a mild catch in her own tone. Jennifer’s eyes radiated warmth and curiosity as she glanced briefly around the entrance space and clucked her tongue appreciatively. 

“I would not be able to tell a little one lived here, now this is a tight ship!”

She commented, her eyes lingering on the ornate silver backed mirror that stood proudly above a bowl resting on a wooden pedestal. 

Marisa, despite herself, blushed at the astute compliment, suddenly realizing that she was almost feeling like spending time with the present guest more so than her night out. 

Still, she had a full schedule. An entire afternoon to be spent at the spa receiving luxury attention and pampering from the bottoms of her pink pads on her footpaws to the tips of her ears followed by wining and dining in the city’s finest restaurant. 

The only thing missing from such a relaxed experience getting doted on paw and foot by someone in charge of changing her diapers. Still, that was Fievel’s role, not hers. 

“He’s in his bouncer right now so you’ve got yourself a little bit of time to get acquainted with all the equipment. It’s all in his nursery, second door on the left.”

Marisa nodded behind her, indicating the door that had several pastel block letters spelling out its inhabitant’s name, “Fievel”. 

Jennifer’s eyes followed Marisa's gaze, nodding once primly as she lost focus for a second. Marisa noted this, figuring that the cat must already be imagining the shenanigans she was able to get up to with her husband’s infantilized state. 

She refocused her gaze quickly, nodded and smiling close-lipped, her eyes full of sparkles. 

“Will do!”

Marisa hesitated a moment, wondering whether there was anything else socially appropriate to say that would give her an excuse to spend just a few more times with Jennifer. Nothing came to her mind, and deciding that patience would reward her. 

I think she’ll want seconds at least…

She thought to herself, giving a brief wave behind her as she strode past the feline and headed towards her car. 

Jennifer remained in the doorway, waving cheerily to the retreating form of Marisa’s car before stepping inside and shutting the door. 

One, two, three, four, and at the fifth step she stood in front of Fievel’s nursery, her long strides covering a significant distance before she softly turned the knob and peered inside. 

Fievel stood, as best as he could, given the height of the oversized baby bouncer keeping him just barely able to grasp at the foam block floor beneath him. He looked up, his eyes watery and somewhat hazy as the early lunch he had been spoon and bottle fed an hour still churned through his tummy, threatening and imminent use of the diaper that cushioned his seat. 

“Well, if it isn’t little Feef himself!”

She stepped closer, Fievel’s head reflexively moving backwards to maintain his unsteady eye contact even as the pacifier in his muzzle bobbed back and forth. His whiskers quivered as he did so, which Jennifer noted to be a particularly cute quality of the oversized kitten. 

“And how’s the little guy’s diaper doing, hmm?”

Jennifer hummed pleasantly, causing Fievel to smile instinctively at the pleasantness in her tone of voice. The Savannah cat reached forward, gently cupping and feeling around the rotund front of Fievel’s diaper, secured as it was in the canvas harness of the baby bouncer. 

Firm and in a rather satisfyingly round shape, she squeezed her paw several times without revealing her not-so-insignificant claws. Those would not be coming out during this round of play. 

Her senses were met with the rather muffled but still tangible moist crinkle. The crackle of plastic surrounding saturated SAP was not an unfamiliar noise to her, something she had developed an ear for after having to take care of more than one little that was unable to properly verbalize their needs, through physical or mental means alike. 

Fievel murmured as he felt the pressure around his carrot-shaped cage, a small line of drool descending from his pacifier and landing on the front of the bouncer harness as his hips bucked forward almost imperceptibly at the stimulation. 

Jennifer was well aware of the chastity cage that Marisa kept Fievel in twenty-four seven. Nevertheless, she had been curious as to just how much libido the pacified rabbit still exhibited even in his state of physical restraint. He appeared to like the attention she was paying to her diapered front. 

She squeezed the front of his diaper some more, gently kneading and watching as the rabbit’s eyelashes fluttered twice in response. A gurgle escaped his throat, soft and pitched at an octave higher than one might have expected a rabbit of his age to be able to emit. 

Jennifer thought to herself about just how much cuter such sounds coming from him made him appear. 

“Someone’s been making soggies for Mommy all morning, huh?”

She cooed, encouraging his happy murmuring into his pacifier as she placed her other paw underneath his chin and scratched it affectionately, raising his head up ever so slightly to meet her gaze. There was little behind his glassy eyes, other than a general warmth that she found herself already quite fond of.

“D’aww, he’s just a timid little guy isn’t he?”

Jennifer mumbled out, adopting a slight intentional lisp as she spoke to him. 

Fievel was like putty in her paws, so eager and pliable was he under her stimulations. Even through the rigid confines of the plastic, carrot-shaped chastity cage did he feel her palm pushing against his forbidden erection. 

“Can you say ‘Jen-ney’ for me?”

The Savannah cat reached forward, gently tugging on the plastic ring of the pacifier situated in Fievel’s muzzle. His head followed the force of her tugging for a brief moment, before with a smacking of his lips he allowed himself to be parted with the item of comfort. 

His cleft lips still partially connected to it by a thin line of drool, he gave her a sheepish smile, revealing the same buck teeth that Jennifer had seen Malisa display with such confidence. 

Seeing such a tell-tale phenotype of rabbits displayed now with such innocence and candidness Jennifer’s heart swooned at the adorableness of the rabbit before her. She waited for a moment, repeating her name slowly and mouthing out the word distinctly hoping that the rabbit would catch on. 

“Jen-ney! Say Jen-ney… Jen… Ney!”

He did not. His expression remained a blaise representation of what it was like to have nothing in your head and your pants full of surprises. 

This’ll be fun.

Jennifer thought to herself, as she reached up to unclasp the buckles keeping Fievel suspended, intending to support him underneath his armpits on the way down to the floor. 

There, she figured, he could crawl over to whatever next activity his heart desired. Then she would be able to gauge just how much of a baby-brained bunny she had on her paws.