The only way Creep Darling can get their freak Rabbit monster roommate- I mean, pet to speak to them after he becomes their property
Hauling off a load your clothes hamper to the laundry as a part of their self appointed chores, the rabbit creature's ears perk up at your demand. Tail wagging as you point down at the carpeted floor - affirming your statement, clothing scatters the living room as Rascal drops down to his knees; panting with excitement. His paws instinctively perch to his chest, body shuffling over to your side.
"Good bunny- Good bunny, Rascal-"
You reach a hand up to pat his head. Bent at the knee, and it still had some leverage over you. The creases of his mask stretch and twists as his mouth contorts in a silent moan - strings of drool threading through the cracks of the tight leather strapped to their face.
"Rascal, lay. Lay down. On your back, please."
The thin slits of their eyes expand beyond imagination. You can almost make out his dilated pupils seconds before the rabbit flings himself against the blanketed floor. The landing doesn't seem to faze it in the slightest as their foot, now at a more appropriate angle, drums at lighting speed.
A strangled cry rips from his chest as you climb atop, throwing a leg over either side of his broad torso to ground yourself from their eager thrashing. Without thought, their large paws fly to the belt of your pants - fumbling with the small latch.
As if a switch had been flipped, their arms fall to their sides - a timid paw find the palm of your hand.
"Good bunny. You're such a good boy when you want to be. Are you my good bunny, Rascal?"
Rascal nods - tries to, anyway. It's difficult from their spot on the floor, and your hand steadily scratching at his chin.
Left with their identity as your pet, and their desire to abide by your every command - the latter won 99.9% of the time. Rabbits do not speak, but if you order your rabbit to speak - he will bend whatever rules he has implemented for himself to your whimper.
Tentatively, Rascal loops a claw through the zipper of their mask - pealing back the clasp ever so slowly. You peer into the darkness, tattered lips forming words croaked from a strained throat - rubbed raw from the excessive moans and howls for their owner.
Heat pools beneath his thighs as you finally - finally - flash him one of your rare, heart pounding smiles.
Rascal chirps as you kiss the side of his head. "Do you love me, Bunny?"
"More a god loves its creations, Master."
"Then you'd anything for me?"
"Anything." The creature rasps.
Sitting up straight, you reveal the evidence of crime from your pocket. Rascal's heart drops into their stomach.
"My underwear. Several pairs in fact. Along with some stockings, tee shirts, shorts, and towels I've used to dry off with. All have wound up miss. All I've found by your bed with teeth marks and mysterious "fluids" all over."
Rascal squirms - scorched beneath your accusatory gaze.
"There's nowhere for you to run now."
Despite weighing about as much as a sack of potatoes to the enormous beast, you successful keep him pinned between your glare and your potion atop him. Never in a million years would he throw you off him. Not intentionally anyway.
Rascal licks at the beads of sweat pouring down his face - softened eyes searching for a shroud of mercy in yours towards your one and only pet. Back to being your silent, clueless housemate. As he was always meant to be.
"Tell the truth, and I might give you the ones I have on now."
As it comes, your compassion is a cruel ploy to squeeze every ounce of information and dignity from him.
And Rascal wouldn't have it any other way.
"I did it- It was me, I'm so sorry. You're gone for so long everyday, and your items are rich with your scent. They leak with it- Master, you cannot blame me when you leave me trapped with temptation for hours. I need it. Please give me more of you! Please give it to me!"
