thinking about bunny!hybrid dennis who is just so perpetually embarrassed about it, and then he meets rabbot…
first of all, he resented how absolutely non-threatening he was. a fucking prey animal? he had to be born a prey animal? he’d never been particularly lucky and it sucked that that dirth of good fortune seeped down to his genetic code.
he hated how close to his instincts he was. how his ears telegraphed his moods, how his nose crinkled on its own, how easily scared he was.
the worse thing about it was that the stereotypes were completely true. he was horny near-constantly.
people would ask him about it. sometimes it was friends who were just a little more liberal in their ideals, and sometimes it was complete strangers who were fucking creeps. but either way, dennis would stammer out how that particular fact was just a rumor.
the first and only time dennis had a boyfriend, he was getting off every day. his boyfriend wouldn’t even have the energy to actually fuck him half the time, but that didn’t sway dennis. he would lie on top of him and just hump. his boyfriend would play with his tail with one hand and scroll on his phone with the other. dennis always felt terrible about himself afterwards, even if mark always said he came so fast, it was barely even an inconvenience.
that was another thing he hated about it.
so, when he got the the pitt for his rotation, he was prepared for the humiliation ritual that was meeting new people. older women were going to coo over his ears, assholes we’re going to sneak up on him for his exaggerated jumping reaction, people would make slick comments about what he was going to be doing after work. he was used to it, at this point.
he wasn’t prepared for his attendings to take an…interest in him.
at first, dennis thought it was more scientific. they were only human, and male bunny hybrids were rare. something about the XY chromosome meant that having all the mutations necessary to express the phenotypes was rare. robby would ask him mostly silly questions. did he really like carrots? did the wolf hybrid in central 7 make him nervous? did he need different scrubs to accommodate his tail?
his time on night shift was slightly more illuminating. jack was more transparent, asking if his nose twitched like that anytime he got ‘overwhelmed,’ and if trinity was ‘helping him with his baser needs.’
dennis agreed to go out with them. his stupid fast heartbeat got quicker the moment they cornered him in the locker room to ask him.
and he tried to go slow, he really did. these men were older and his bosses and his libido was quite frankly embarrassing, but, for the second date, they invited him over for a night in. dinner and a movie, they said.
just sitting in between them, all full and safe, smelling their home (den, his animalistic hindbrain corrected), it made the two orgasms he’d wrung out of himself in the shower earlier absolutely useless.
and maybe it wasn’t exclusively scientific, but robby and jack were always observing him. finally, after minutes of squirming, jack asked, “is something wrong?”
“no!” dennis answered quickly. “i’m having a lot of fun.” it was true. he was happy to be there.
robby smiled. he could guess the predicament. he’d read up on literature, and bunny hybrids, in the presence of newer ‘mates’ could experience some intense urges. “dennis,” robby loved the way dennis’s head snapped towards him. “are you…aroused?”
dennis quickly looked down, ashamed. he was sure these mature men didn’t want to deal with this on a second date. “we don’t have to do anything about it. it’ll go away.”
jack, having read the studies too, questioned, “is that not uncomfortable? it’s a biological need for you, right?”
“not really!” dennis wasn’t exactly telling the truth. “i’ll just ignore it and it’ll be fine.” it would be slightly painful, but it really was fine.
jack shimmied a hand in between dennis’s back and couch, resting it right above dennis’s cotton puff tail. “you don’t gotta ignore it with us, bun.”
dennis closed his eyes in pleasure, despite himself. his brain was hardwired to submit to those touches. “i can, though,” dennis insisted. he could ignore how horny he was. he wasn’t some fucking mindless idiot.
robby leaned over and put a hand on the side of dennis’s neck. “you can, baby. we know,” robby soothed. “however, you have two very willing partners here who are, quite frankly, very excited to test this refractory period we’ve been reading about, so…”
robby’s hand moved to rub at the base of his ears, jacks hand moved and he lightly pulled on dennis’s tail. dennis’s started panting a little.
for the first time in his life, he was happy about being a bunny.
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