Weekend at Sofia's: Plush bun

Sofia’s  bed was a great big quilted plateau of downy blankets and crisp pillow  ridges. He was very content to just get lost in the cushy folds and  valleys of the bed. He sank into that softness and let the lazy pattern  of the ceiling fan stirring overhead paint him over with relieving  coolness. He closed his eyes and let the white noise chew at his doubts  and concerns and the worrying fact that it was possible for an adult  lapine to make a snow angel on the covers and not even touch the sides.  Or that if he sat up at the edge of the bed right now his feet wouldn’t  even touch the floor. Or that he needed to stand tippy toe to reach  bathroom sink. Or the the door handle. Or the –
His spiraling reverie  was broken up as the landform of the bed squeaked and creaked and  shifted as Sofia sat down beside him. Her bulk disturbing the smooth  surface and making him slide a bit towards her as he opened his eyes in  time to catch the doggy smirking down at him as she sipped a glass of  water before setting it on the nightstand. She’d slipped into more loose  bed wear after folding her gym clothes to set on the chair against the  far wall. Her dichromatic gaze rolled over him as she lifted her spare  hand down and fuzzled his chest fur.

“Feeling better now that you’ve got something in ya bun?  You were awffffful saucer eyed, even for a rabbit,” she ribbed him,  playing her fingers across his chest.

“Mhmm… just.. I dunno worried I guess?”

“About my big ol’ chompers?” she grinned at him to show  them off, “Don’t worry – I’m not saving you for a midnight snack, short  stuff. I already missed one gym session and I can’t afford to burn you  off just yet,”

“No! Pred-head, that’s not it. Its…” he waved his hands around a bit, “T-tthis whole thing!”

“Mm, well not to say I toldja so,” she curled one of his ears around her finger tips before chuckling, “But I toldja so,”

“Yeah! I know.. its just… I know I screwed up! I screwed  up really bad. But what if I never stop shrinking? What if I keep  getting smaller and smaller?”

“Hmm,” she squinted at him with a thoughtful sort of hmm, “Well then you’d make an adorable little dot wouldn’tja?”

“Sofiaaa! I’m serious! You said yourself you dunno what the side effects are. What if I just… keep on going down?”

“Mm.. well I suppose we can order you a doll house to  chill out in.” she waved over at the dresser top, “Wouldn’t that be a  little cute chunk of real estate for you?”

“.. that’s .. not what I mean,” he huffed in exasperation, “What if I get even smaller? What if I just vanish!?”

“Oh bun,” she leaned in to nose bump him softly, “I already have petri dishes in stock,”

“Oh my god, you don’t think I’d get that small do you?” he squeaked in absolute fright.

“Mm.. smaller and smaller and smaaaalller,” she pondered  at him, leaning down and closing the gap between their faces with each  word. Her canine eyes leered across the expanse of her snout, “Gosh you  might just get so small that you’d… just.. poof,” she mused, letting her  breath puff over his face as he squeaked in dread, all this before she  simply leaned in and squashed him under her bulk. The squeaking creak of  the bed springs sounding off as he squirmed a moment in simultaneous  panic and embarrassment as she pinned him beneath her.

“Or maybe you’re done shrinking and you should just enjoy  this while it lasts bitty bunny,” Sofia mused down at him, squashing him  beneath her. The warm, impressively strong canine’s mass covered him up  with a toasty familiar squeeze as she nuzzled at the back of his ears  and afforded him a few soothing, grooming licks.

“Its not like you can do anything about it for now. What  good is there panicking about something that’s out of your hands? So you  should really chill out til the effects wear off. I’m sure when the  girls come over Sunday they aren’t gonna be too shy about enjoying your  temporary status as a fun-size bun-surprise,” she teased.

“Mmff.. do you really think so?” he bit his lip and felt a bit silly about the whole affair the more he thought on it.

“I know so. And even if you do get a bit smaller then you  and Malti can share a shot glass.” She stuck her tongue out and rolled  over, pulling the reduced rabbit with her like he was some sort of  plushy… which he kind of was (Sofia wasn’t the only one missing a  workout session or two). He huffed in shy embarrassment as she let him  lounge over those canine curves of hers while she pet down his back and  bopped his tail with her fingertips.

“Well I do like being a cheap date,” he grinned bashfully down at her.

“See that’s the spirit!” she nodded affirmatively, “God  knows I’m gonna need to cut costs when Grace shows up,” the collie stuck  out her tongue.
“Oh my god is everyone coming over? I dunno if I wanna let them see me like this,”

“Mhmm. Sorry bun,” she leaned in to nose bump at him, “But  if its any consolidation I’ll try and talk her into give you a cheeky  little lapdance,” the dog wiggled her eyebrows, which just inflamed the  blush on his cheeks further.“

Oh gawd, goat glutey-booty? Are you trying to kill me Sofia?”

“Just imagine that if you need something to dream on.  Speaaaking of which, you sir should get some rest,” the dog glanced over  at the digital clock beside them before reaching over to tug on the  light switch with a chchink that plunged the room into twilight.

“You’re gonna rile me up then like that and just tuck in for the night?” he whined playfully.

“Yeah – after all tomorrow is a big day for you,” He could feel her smirk through the night and groaned,

“Nevermind – I should let sleeping dogs lie! Goodnight Sofia!”
The dog chuckled a moment before giving him an appreciative squeeze. “Nini bun,”

And in the twilight of that room, listening to the lazy  swoosh of the fan overhead and the steady breathing of a ferocious  predator gush by his ears as she squeezed him like a teddybear, Dylan  closed his eyes. He tried not to think of cathedral hallways. Or people  staring at him on the street. Or truck sized shoes. (okay, maybe a  little about truck-sized shoes).

He permitted himself to relax into the cushy soft bed and  the doggy it belonged to. He let his poor adrenaline soaked nerve  endings ease up a bit on the panic juice. He felt his muscles relax and  his tension slip away. He floated a moment, numb to sensation as his  limbs went loose and limp and permitted himself to drift into the warm  embrace of dreams.