#fox thomas

I assume you meant this one, darling!

Thomas manages to close the door behind him despite having his arms full. The little black bunny is surprisingly tame in Thomas’s hold, snuggled inside a soft blanket and nursing an injured paw and a few scrapes across his back from his struggling against the lawn wire.

“Hush,” Thomas rocks the bunny in his hold, rubbing his finger on his soft cheek which seems to make the bunny relax even more despite being in the arms of a fox. “You’ll be alright.”

Thomas swishes his tail as he sets his precious bundle down on the couch, making sure that the bunny is comfortable whilst still nestled inside his blanket. The rabbit sits up, his long black ears are tall and upright, making him seem a lot bigger than he is. His little nose twitches, obviously taking in the scent of the fox’s home.

“Now,” Thomas says softly, “I’m just going to get some warm water and some bandages and then I’ll be right back. Just stay here, alright, little one? You’re as cute as a button. Not like those other rabbits at all.”

The fox takes a few steps away whilst still looking at his new guest, making sure that he’s behaving himself and staying on the sofa as ordered, and he is. The bunny doesn’t move from his spot in the blanket, only twisting slightly to look around the room, so Thomas is content to leave him alone for a moment whilst he fetches his first aid kit. He doesn’t suppose that it’ll be an easy job, putting bandages on a bunny, but he supposes that it’s his fault that the poor thing has injured himself, coming into his garden and getting in the way of Thomas’s battle with the wild pack of rabbits. He’s never seen this black one before—and he seems tame enough for Thomas to befriend.

He even grabs a carrot from his kitchen to gift to his injured guest.

“This should help,” Thomas’s tail wags gently, liking the idea of having someone to care for. He walks back into the living room with a smile on his face—but quickly disappears. Dropping everything to the ground, Thomas can do nothing but stare.

In the bunny’s place sits a man—a naked man. With pale skin and fluffy, dark hair cropped just a little above his ears—his human ears—he looks like a normal human to Thomas’s eyes, but then he notices the two, silky bunny ears atop his head, tall and proud.

Thomas’s bunny-friend seems to have had a bit of a transformation in his short absence.

“I’d say ‘don’t freak out’ but I think you’re past that point,” the bunny says. His voice; oh, Heavens. It’s just as silky as his ears.

Thomas opens and closes his mouth a few times, supposing he looks a bit like a flabbergasted fish but he isn’t quite sure how he’s supposed to react to finding a nude man in the place of a bunny.

“I’m Philip,” the bunny says, shifting slightly so his blanket covers his intimate parts when he catches Thomas looking at his endowment.

“You’re human,” Thomas squeaks.

“I’m a shapeshifter,” Philip replies, giving his two bunny ears a little twitch atop his head. “Aren’t you?”

“No. I’m a fox.” Thomas gives his perfectly groomed tail a swish behind him, raising an eyebrow. “Shapeshifters aren’t real. No one can be both animal and human.”

“I can,” Philip shrugs. “My family can.”

“Well…wow.” Thomas bends down and picks up his first aid box—and the carrot—but still stands awkwardly in the doorway of his own home. “I suppose you won’t be needing these.”

“I’m still hurt,” Philip holds up his hand and shows off the same cut that marked his rabbit paw.

“Oh.” But Thomas hesitates. If he gets closer to Philip, he’ll be able to see the blush that’s appearing on his cheeks as his attraction to the man—bunny—grows with each passing moment that he steals glances at the handsome man.

But still, Thomas sits down beside Philip on the couch, flushed at how much wider and thicker Philip is than him. A bulky bunny? Who would have thought that Thomas would find that attractive?

Philip holds out his hand, showing Thomas his sliced palm. The treatment begins with Thomas gently swabbing a warm, wet cloth over the cut, holding the bunny’s palm steady with his own hold.

“I’ve been sorta lurking in your garden for a while,” Philip says.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to say hello but I wasn’t sure how.”

“And getting stuck underneath my lawn wire seemed like the best option?”

“I didn’t mean to get stuck. But I was watching you and then ran away when I thought you saw me.”

“How very brave.”

Philip huffs, just like a frustrated bunny would do, “What was I supposed to do? Shapeshift in the middle of your garden and announce my crush on you?”

“What?” Thomas flounders and knocks the box of bandages onto the floor, staring wondrously at his new companion.

“I have a crush on you, Mr McGregor,” Philip says softly, ears flopping over slightly. “A rabbit in love with a fox. You see why I had to hide?”

“I suppose.” Thomas picks up the fallen bandages and wraps up Philip’s hand. “Maybe we should start over.”

“I’d like that,” Philip’s ears perk back up.

“I’m Thomas,” he holds out his hand, flicking out his fox tail. “Thomas McGregor. I’m a fox, and this is my home. A pleasure to meet you.”

“Philip,” the bunny says. Thomas doesn’t see his fluffy, white bunny tail wiggling excitedly. “Philip Altman. I’m a shapeshifter. And I promise you, Thomas, the pleasure is all mine.”

When the cocky bunny lifts Thomas’s hand to his lips and gives him a gentle nuzzle with his nose and then a soft kiss, Thomas’s blush runs all down his body.

“You’re beautiful.”

Thomas almost chokes on his strawberry as he laughs, looking to his wolf-mate who sits beside him on their porch swing though Philip is already worriedly looking at him.

“What?” Philip nuzzles him and kisses his cheek. Thomas can tell by the way the wolf’s ears are perked up that he’s confused.

“You’re not a very good liar, Philip,” Thomas takes a sip of his lemonade, sitting back and putting his feet up on swing so he’s sitting sideways and able to curl his bushy fox tail around himself, sighing in contentment. Summer days don’t get much better than this.

“What do you mean? I’m not lying.” Philip’s confusion is palpable.

“I’m in my XXXL shorts,” Thomas twangs the elastic waistband of his large blue pants just to emphasise them. “With my pasty-pale legs on show and my big belly, which—yes—I can balance the bowl of strawberries on.”

The fox looks pleased with himself, smiling up at his mate but Philip is frowning, so amused with Thomas’s teasing that he’s practically growling.

“Your big belly is carrying our twins,” Philip says, taking the bowl of fruit off of Thomas’s bump and puts his hand on it, rubbing over the crest of the fox’s belly, caressing it lovingly. “And your pale legs are long and beautiful. And look good wrapped around my waist.”

Philip smiles, and Thomas hears the thumping of his wagging tail against the patio swing. They kiss, hands entwining atop the arch of Thomas’s stomach.

“And my super duper extra-large pants? Surely you’ve nothing good to say about them.”

Philip mulls over his answer quietly for a moment, allowing his hand to slip down Thomas’s belly to the waistband of his shorts, tugging at them like a playful pup.