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Daily Free-Write December 29, 2022: Bunny Pads
🕑 Added 2022-12-30 09:01:53 +0000 UTC"Unghh!" The urge hits me like a kick to the crotch. One second I'm sitting here minding my own business, the next, I feel the intense need to pee. By the time I register what it means, it's already coming out into my pants. "Oh, no! No, no no no! Not again!"
I desperately paw at my crotch, but to no avail. All I get for my efforts is damp and yellowed paws. I curse. This couldn't happen at a worse time. My roomie is gonna come back any second! At least I'm in my computer chair, which is waterproof.
Maybe if I hurry I can make it to the bathroom before he gets back with the food. I stand up just as he comes into the dorm room.
"'Ey, mate! Got your fave! Bean and cheese burri-" He stands there for a second with his mouth open, his eyes looking me up and down to take in the sight of this poor pathetic bunny who just wet himself like a cub.
"Soda! I... Just spilled mountain dew is all. I'll be right back." My voice cracks as I try to cover my crotch. That does nothing to cover up the rest of my shorts, or the yellow running down my bare legs. Damn this white fur. And damn his cocky roo smirk. His nose wiggles as he makes a show of sniffing the air.
"That don't smell like mountain dew to me, mate. You having 'bunny problems' again?"
"S-shut up. I'll be right back," I say as I hurry past him. He's still holding the bag, and that smirk doesn't leave his face. Not only that, I notice he's tenting in his basketball shorts. That's my stupid sexy pervert roommate. I blush as I hurry to the restroom. It's bad enough that I embarrassed myself in front of my roommate. It's even worse that I embarrassed myself in front of my crush. Why does that dumb roo have to be so hot?
I sigh as I step into the shower to rinse the yellow out of my fur. At least there's no worry that my tent will be showing. I'm about acorn sized down there, so my sky high libido doesn't get me in any trouble like it does my other bun friends. Well, except when it comes to precum, but that's another bunny problem. Just like the wetting. They don't sell 'bunny pads' at every market for nothin'.
I don't spend long in the shower. I'm still hungry for my bean and cheese burrito. When I come back, I see that Trevor has already cleaned up my mess, much to my chagrin.
"Shoulda worn your bunny pads, mate," he says, tossing me a folded up male guard.
"Thanks," I grumble, catching it in the air and walking over to my drawer to pull out a fresh pair of underwear. I get a red pair of boxer-briefs. They have a nice pouch in front. Doesn't do much for my diminutive junk but it's perfect to wear with the male guard. Makes it look like I actually have something to work with down there.
"Turn around," I say, shooting him a glance as he casually glances my way. He does a pretty good job of pretending like he's not catching a peek, but I can tell he's watching.
"I don't know what you're talking about, mate," he says, his mouth already full of taco.
"Perv." I mutter, folding my ears back. Still, I kind of like that he's watching. If not for the embarrassment of having to put a pad in my undies, it might actually be kind of hot.
I can feel his eye son me as I tug up my undies and my tufty tail flags as I try not to stand too stiffly. I reach out for my pajama pants, but he clears his throat.
"Come on, mate, you know you don't wear pajamas. It's just us. Get comfy. Look, I'll even sit in my undies too.
He shucks off his basketball shorts, and I let out an involuntary "Eep."
He's wearing a jock. A fucking jock! I catch the faint scent of his musk from across the room and my heart starts hammering in my chest. Damn this bunny libido. My hard-on presses into the padding of my bunny pad, but luckily it doesn't go anywhere. For once, I'm glad I'm small. I sit in front of the desk next to his with a huff.
"Thanks for cleaning," I finally manage to mumble.
"No worries, mate! You can repay me later."
"Wha?" I ask, my heart skipping a beat.
"Eat your burrito," he says, with a smirk. "Before it gets cold. Then let's play games."
"That's something I can get behind," I say, smiling as I pick up my burrito. My comfort food. My comfort activity. Yeah, I think I can move past this little embarassment."
"Oh, don't forget your drink," he says, reaching over and setting a Gorilla Gulp sized cup of mountain dew in front of me. My eyebrows raise.
"I- Uh, I think I've had enough liquids for one day," I say, after hastily gulping down my bite of burrito.
"Nonsense. You gotta stay hydrated, plus you need energy to game! Those cases aren't gonna solve themselves!"
"Uh, hehe, right," I say. Now I'm sweating bullets. If I don't drink, I'll be admitting I need more than just this measly protection I'm wearing. If I do drink, well, I'll be cleaning up another mess and I might as well just put on my bedtime protection now. I fidget. I know he hears it under my pajamas when I wear it, but up to now I've always been able to sneak them into the bathroom to put them on. I don't want him to see.. There's still plausible deniability as long as I can keep that up, but I know that once we start gaming, he's not getting out of that seat til well past midnight. I need a distraction...
"Earth to Bennet! You still awake in there?" The roo is waving his paw and I snap out of it.
"Oh, sure," I say, quickly raising the soda to my mouth and drinking. Shit. He's starting up the game already. What am I going to do now?
