//////////////////Armidilo Incident////////////////////
There it was seated in omega rock, high heavens above like a stream of whiplash jets of pail orange cloud through summer day. A lovely, quiet picnic out among an ox bow pond, trees that grasped wick and wood like silver stringings of animals chirping about to blossomed flowers. Blurb was looking at his reflection in this pool of water, mirror, it seeing mountains across and cloud on the surface of unbothered surface, no ripples, calm. Calm before the storm.

{Then, hornets came in a beautiful black cloud of mass, moving fast with the threat of stings} An armadillo crawling around his territory saw a passing duck, and began to give a humorous, bulky little chase. How funny it was, watching that armadillo try chasing that duck around.  Both had fallen dangerously off a three foot fall from a cliff, straight down a dirt encrusted pit of flowers, and tree stumps. The duck was able to escape the wrath of gravity, but this was not true for the armadillo, for without wings, it landed in its shell onto one of these wayward tree stumps. Angry buzzing was heard from underground a quick distance away from the thumping armadillo. Doom in the shape of disastrous raging flying hornets charged out from their nestled hive, the stump becoming alive and ready to fling a massive army of super charged death bugs at him.

Scream of terror! Oh great wisdom of god he’s going to die! He could not move out of fear! The swarm of hundreds of swift hornets was coming straight at him!

He knew he was dead.

The next thing he registered was a blur from his right eye, loud buzzing, and a splash of water as he suddenly felt his body get shoved under liquid. He was tackled, -hard- flying some distance into the pond. The sensation to breath...!

An open of his eyes told him Jonny’s face was pressed up to his, eyes closed to lips locked under reflective water. All sound of buzzing became muffled, and the sensation of wet overtook every fiber of fur on his body.

The sensation to breath...

The drama. Total carnage. Breathing in from lugs that belonged to another. Mouth to mouth. He passed out under the water just as soon as he opened his eyes to find his savior. Blackness overtook him.

Blurb awoke in bed with a startleing gasp, takeing in air and stirring up Jonny as he did so. Sitting up and alert, The quiet of the churping crickets were counting the cool temperatures of the night.
	“You okay?”
	That voice came from his sleep over buddy, Jonny.
	Blurb by name, but not by choice. His mother was talked into getting hooked to a machine and fed cyanide, among anything else leathal when choosing his name, apparently. Not wishing to be called this, Jonny instead used to call him, “B.” however, since the incident with the falling armadillo, “B” would remind him of the day he was almost killed by the thousand stings of giant black hornets.
	“Dude, you okay?”
	Jonny was speaking to him. “Y-y…” He caught his breath, and dug his face into the other boy’s chest. If there was one person he could not lie to, it was Jonny. “No…”
	Barly awake, The fox probed the bunny a question, or too. “More dreams?”
	“…Yes.” He wanted to cry. But his best friend was there in bed with him, he had to stay strong!
	“About what? Wanna…tell me?” Jonny yawned, mainly speaking with his eyes closed. Sleep talking, it was a good thing.
	“…” Blurb didn't respond right away, remaining silent.
	“Was it…the armidilo incedent?”
	“Yeee-h-h-h-eeees!...” Just the mention of it brought him down to sob into Jonny’s chest, as it was now out in the open, and vulnerable. He cried, and let Jonny know, “Yees it waaas…”
	This little bunny, frail and weak, used him as a hanker, a shoulder, a towl, a rock, and pretty much everything from A to Z. A broken down mess, he was of tears and shakes. So Jonny stroked his long ears back, petting him as he felt the cringes and gasps of the poor thing. Felt his body up, and dow-oh, his…undies were still drawn down past the knees. That must have made the dream even worse. It’s hard enough to run in sleep, but having the legs bound? Must have been a nightmare. “You-“
	“You saved my life!” Blurting out his heart, “I could have died-!”
	“Shh!” Jonny hushed him. There was no reason for him to relive this. Now, he was a bit more awake. “Think of…happy things.” He began. “I like to think of my mom’s fried beef stew, and cotton candy. What about you?”
	Blurb’s first thought zipped to him getting that blowjob from last night. “…Get’n…s…sucked.” Instantly, he calmed down. There were still heaves, and jagged breathing, but the effect was immediate.
	It took the fox by surprise-almost laughed, but held it in. Truthfully, he’d almost forgotten about that. “I…” He was nearly lost for words, till he said, “I liked it too. In my mouth?”
	From ice cold, to warm pumpkin mocha latte with extra fluff, Blurb melted orgasmicaly into Jonny’s chest. “Yes~”
	“What?”
	The bunny thought about his friends head between his legs, continuing the approval of the sexual action. “Yes…yeah, yeah…yes…”
	If, at least, this distracted the closet psycho into a calmer state. As long as Blurb doesn’t snap into some evil chaotic entity with a knife, then talking about their sexual relationship might actually be healthy. “You liked that I sucked ya?”
	“Mmm…sucking...” Whatever that dream had a hold of, now disapated, and forgotten. “Sucking…me…there…”
	“Suckng...you there.” Jonny yawned, feeling the need for bed rest still. Just as he was going to ask if he were okay, the little bunny had already fallen asleep.
	Bed rest sounded good, but that was not really going to happen yet. For an erection poped up during their little chatter, and now Jonny needed to be sated, maybe even by…molesting his friend. “I cant…” Oh but how horny he was. “Darn it, why do you have to be so cute.” Maybe if he just, molested Blurb a little, he was sure he wouldn't mind. “But what if he does mind?”
	Just do it. His embodiment and soul is in debt to your service, and he even enjoys it! What is keeping you from- “Because he’s a sleep.”
	After Jonny uttered that last phrase, his head stoped trying to talk him into an potential rape. Yes, he was cute, and had firm muscles that were small, yet flexably strong, but he could not, and would not take advantage over this younger child. So no sex tonight.
	Boy was he wrong!!
	The door creaked open...
	“We’re going to have sex tonight.”