Chiclet x Bonnibel (furry AU garbage)

	Chiclet lay in her bead and stared blankly up at the ceiling, doing her best to concentrate on the steady patter of rain beating against her window. The sound was supposed to be relaxing, and tonight more than ever she needed some time to relax. Her role as head of the house here had never been easy, but at least she could always count on it being consistent. That is, up until recently.
	Mike showing up was an unexpected surprise that managed to shake up her routine for the better. Unstable as he could be sometimes, the guy was nothing but helpful, and she appreciated another pair of hands pitching in. But just a unexpectedly as he came into her life, so too did he leave; and while April was a courteous, well mannered guest, going from someone so helpful to someone so in need of help had begun to take its toll. It seemed that the instant she let herself think there might be someone else around to take a bit life's weight off her shoulders, things only managed to get heavier. And now here she was: staring up at nothing in the dead of night after another long day of taking care of other people; so very tired, but still unable to sleep.
	As if answering her silent plea for some kind of diversion, a flash of light burst through the edges of her curtains, followed quickly by low rumbling boom. The thunder had left quite an impression, and as Chiclet already knew: where there was thunder, there would be-
	“Tap tap tap,” came an almost pitiably weak knock on her bedroom door, followed by an equally quiet creaking as Bonnibel slowly peaked her head inside; clutching the door frame with visible dismay. Before she could say a word, Chiclet looked over to her shaken friend and let out a tired, pitying sigh as she motioned her to come over; a weary smile letting the frail blue bunny know that her presence wasn't too much of an imposition.
	Chiclet had long become accustomed to Bonnie sleeping in her bead should her nerve get the better of her at night; nightmares and thunderstorms being the two biggest sources of her nocturnal duress. Like anything else, these late night encounters had become just another part of her weekly routine; and on nights like this, when insomnia and idle restlessness refused to lose their grip on her mind, the company was more than welcome.
	As Chiclet pulled her blanket aside, Bonnibel teetered her way over and crawled into the covers; clearly exhausted herself, having been woken up by the clash of thunder outside. Once in place, she quickly pulled the blankets up tightly around her and proceeded to snuggled against her larger avian friend; burying herself deep in the thick yellow matting of her feathers a Chiclet idly wondered if she should put on something more than an old pushup bra and a pare of pink panties.
	“Spooked ya, huh?” the hen inquired; relief replacing thoughts of a wardrobe change as the tremors racing through her bed-mate's body began to dissipate. On a bad night it could take hours for her to calm down from a jolt like that.
	“Uh-huh,” the shaken blue bunny drowsily replied; sinking into the warm downy feathers and soft padded bedspread that seemed to envelope her. “I had trouble getting to sleep, since I knew there might be thunder tonight, and when I finally did...” she trailed off.
	Chiclet couldn't help but let out a quick snort. “You too, huh? I've been up all night trying to relax, but at this rate the sun will be out before I manage to conk out.”
	Feeling the tiny frame by her side shift in place, Chiclet got the sense that Bonnie was probably more interested in getting some shuteye than staying up and griping about her lack of it. Laying flat on her back, Chiclet wrapped a wing around her diminutive companion and felt as the smaller rabbit curled up agents her side; laying her head against the hen's shoulder and pulling her comforting wing up over her like a blanket. For a while the two of them lay like that in relative quiet; Bonnibel's calm regularly broken as another lightning strike would cause her to rouse her from her sleepless rest, while Chiclet simply lay there as before; energetic as ever and resenting every minute of it. Restless but unwilling to readjust herself into a more comfortable pose now that she was sharing a bed, Chiclet simply let out an exasperated sigh as she closed her eyes tightly and tried to stuff her agitation, only to be startled as yet another lightning strike lit up the room; causing Bonnibel to eep with fright as she clutched her companion in desperation.
	“Heyyyy now,” Chiclet cooed reassuringly. “It's okay. You're nice and safe here with me, remember?”
	Bonnie's shaking had resumed greater than before, and for a moment, Chiclet pondered whether it was a good idea to give her anxious friend something a little more powerful than her usual bedtime cocktail. But while medication may have been the more conventional option, a slightly less orthodox idea crossed her mind.
	“You forgot to bring one of your stuffed toys,” Chiclet coyly remarked; reaffirming her grip around her tiny trembling companion as she lightly began to rub up and down her back. “Good thing I'm here, right? It's just not a sleep over unless you get to cuddle with something.”
	Unsure how to react, Bonnibel simply lay still and let the bird do her thing. The massage was nice after all, and Chiclet's massive feathery fingers were more than up to the task of soothing whatever tension had built up in her body. But after a minute or so, Chiclet's hand reached down beyond the small of her bony back; brushing over the lump in Bonnie's nightgown where her tail protruded before resting her hand on the tiny rabbit's rear and giving it a light squeeze. A barley audible squeak escaped Bonnibel's mouth as she went rigid once again; though Chiclet happily noted that it wasn't quite the same reaction of fear when compared to the lightning strikes. There was surprise, and maybe a bit of unease; but not unwelcome all the same. Rolling to face her bed-mate, Chiclet drew the frail figure into her full embrace; both arms now wrapped around either of Bonnie's sides as she gently groped her back and butt. After a moment of uncertainty, Chiclet was relieved to find Bonnibel's dainty hands slowly creeping around her waist; returning the gesture of affection and letting her know that her partner was receptive to her advances.
	Part of her always felt a little guilty when engaging in activities like this. On some levels, Bonnibel was only a child; or more precisely, a nervous wreck who never had the opportunity to mature beyond adolescence. But though she may have retained the mannerisms of a younger girl, Chiclet had discovered long ago that Bonnie was still very much a full grown woman, one who had desires and needs just like everyone else. As for Chiclet, due to her injury it had been a long time since anyone else had even humored the notion of intimacy with her -not until recently anyway- and there was only so many times one could satisfy themselves before the comfort of another became too much to bear. Why shouldn't she provide a safe outlet for her friend while satisfying some of her own desires as well? At least, that what she repeated to herself in time like this. The morality of it all may have been a bit questionable, but at the same time, she couldn't argue with the results.
	The tenseness in Bonnibel's back had eased considerably, and though the trembling never quite stopped, Chiclet found herself pleasantly surprised as her partners tiny hands cautiously worked their way toward her bra strap. She had assumed things would take a turn in that direction eventually, but this was the first time Bonnie had ever been so bold as to make the move herself. There was a strange sense of pride in feeling her fingers wrap themselves around the latch before freezing up from self doubt. A minor victory perhaps, but when it came to Bonnibel, Chiclet would take any she could get. Turning her attention upward, Chiclet beamed down at the tiny lop reassuringly; almost glowing as she silently encouraged her partner to continue. Blushing from the sudden acknowledgment, Bonnie averted her gaze as a wincing grin crept across her lips. After what seemed like a small eternity of indecision, the moment passed, and to Chiclet's relief, lust prevailed over modesty as Bonnie's hands went back to work on their initial task; making surprisingly short work of the strap and slowly pulling away the pesky garment concealing her rather ample bosom.
	As Bonnibel carefully placed the bra off to the side of the bead, Chiclet took a surreal kind of pleasure in noting that she was the one now trembling. It had been a while since the two of them had done this, and her body clearly longed for someone else's touch more than she had previously realized. Taking a moment to collect herself, Chiclet vowed not to do anything rash. Regardless of the lust, this was still Bonnie, and she knew firsthand how quickly her mood could turn. No matter how much trust was shared between them, this was always a matter best approached slowly and carefully.
	 Crawling on top of the larger hen, Chiclet's placed her hands on Bonnie's sides and slid them down just below her hips; gripping her nightgown and slowly pulling it upward. Deciding to play along, Bonnibel sat upright on Chiclet's feather padded thighs and let her watch as she stripped away the baggy one-piece garment herself; revealing more and more of her fuzzy blue body with every inch it rose. Finally pulling the gown up over her head and placing neatly next to Chiclet's discarded bra, Chiclet took a moment to study the gaunt blue figure sitting on top of her. Whatever fear or apprehension Bonnibel had earlier was all but extinguished now. Though not exactly exuding confidence, she was quite clearly enjoying their less than wholesome activity; and Chiclet couldn't help but notice that the crash and clamor of the storm outside wasn't even registering to her anymore.
	Clearly not as interested in idle musings as her partner, Bonnibel broke Chiclet's contemplative gaze as she leaned down to bury her face between her breasts. Once again wrapping her wings around her back, Chiclet let out a silent wispy sigh as Bonnie's lips went to work against her feathers and the flesh beneath; kneading and kissing the center of her chest as frail fuzzy fingers gently caressed her breasts. It seemed her partner wanted this just as badly as she did; and in her lust filled haze, Chiclet was all but powerless against Bonnibel assault on her senses. Slowly drifting from the warm confines of her bosom towards one of her sensitive nipples, Chiclet steeled herself as the first spongy lap of her tongue brushed against its exposed flesh. Stifling a gasp, Bonnie hardly even noticed as she planted another kiss; too enamored in her task as her delicate tongue and furry lips twisted and squeezed against the exposed bud. As unbearably intense as it was, Chicklet could have stayed like that forever; and based on the carnal moans which occasionally escaped her partner's mouth, she got the sense that the feeling was mutual. But just as she began to adjust to the wonderful sensation her friend was providing, for the second time that night Chiclet was surprised by Bonnibel’s audacity.
	Breaking away from the perky nipple that had held her attention for an all too short mount of time, Bonnie began moving her way down Chiclet's torso; still burrowing her face in the yellow plumage all along the way. Finally stopping as she reached the brim of her partner's panties, once again the timid blue rabbit faced uncertainty as she looked up past her lover's curvy waist and heaving chest for a sign of reassurance; a hopeful and strangely innocent smile gracing her lips as she waited for the word to continue.
	“B-Bonnie.” Chiclet stammered; finding herself nearly out of breath as she gasped a reply. “P-Please don't stop. This has been so- so good.”
	Trembling with anticipation, Chiclet watched as Bonnie's dainty fingers wrapped around the brim of her undergarments and began to tug; revealing the thick matting of pubic feathers and the blushing swollen mound beneath. Fully exposed and moments away from begging the eager young rabbit to begin, all Chiclet could do was bite down on what went for her lip as the first hint of fur brushed against the exposed pink flesh of her blossoming vulva.
	Clamping her jaw down as hard as she could, Chiclet stuffed a wing over her face and silenced a cry of pleasure as Bonnie ran her nimble tongue across her clitoral hood. The last thing she needed was one of her roommates walking in while Bonnie was face down between her legs; that was a conversation best left to her nightmares future therapists. Besides, it would be a shame for someone to interrupt what was without a doubt some of the most thrilling sex she'd had in years. Quickly glancing down to make sure her stifled outburst hadn't frightened her panic pron partner, Chiclet was greeted by the sight of her uncommonly lively companion tenderly working over her most sensitive of arias; probing and prodding every nook and cranny she could find as her fuzzy hands gently massaged her thighs. Though the technique may not have been anything groundbreaking, the intent was clear, and Chiclet couldn't help but feel flattered at how ardently she was applying her caress. Hardly able to stand all the intimate attention, Chiclet resigned herself to simply lay back and let Bonnie do as she pleased. Acts like this didn't require much group participation after all, and it was wonderful to see the normally timid rabbit show so much initiative.
	As Bonnibel's tongue glided between the quivering folds of her leaking sex, Chiclet stifled another jolted shout as Bonnie's cold wet nose brushed her sensitive clitoris; causing already tensing muscles to clench against Bonnie's face. To Chiclet's surprise, a light bubbly giggle could be heard from down below her waist, followed by the feeling of Bonnie's ever curios tongue working itself deep inside her vaginal canal as her painfully chilly nose redoubled its efforts on the raw nerve just above; vigorously swishing back and forth until the feeling became more than she could bear.
	Stunned stiff and barely able to control herself, nearly every muscle in Chiclet's body seized up; leaving her paralyzed as a twisted grimacing grin painted her frozen face. Unwilling to simply let her partner ride out her long overdue orgasm, Bonnie continued to tease Chiclet's already overstimulated flesh; each intrusion of her tongue exacerbating the already overwhelming pleasure to torturous new heights. Waves of delight seemed to wash over her hazy mind for ages, and by the time the feeling dulled, Chiclet's bed had become a scattered mess of damp blankets and discarded nightwear.
	Chiclet herself had worked her body deep into her mattress, while her limbs and head -much like everything else on her bed- remained loosely sprawled in every which direction. Bonnibel, meanwhile, was still gingerly lapping away at Chiclet's twinging sex; seemingly unperturbed that her facial fur was now completely soaked with her partner's fluids. Working herself out of the uncomfortably stiff pose she had held through her orgasm, Chiclet eased herself up; rousing Bonnibel from her fixated task and beckoning her into her arms as she situated herself against the head of her bed.
	“Ahh- uh, I didn't... I didn’t mean to get carried away.” Bonnie pleaded nervously; suddenly aware of herself again as that all too familiar look of apprehension and uncertainty returned to her face. Eyes darting around the room, she timidly began to crawl up towards Chiclet's waiting wings, only to be scooped up and placed in her lap the moment she came in reach.
	“Oh shush, that was amazing!” Chiclet balked; cheerfully rocking her back and forth as she burrowed her head in Bonnie's shoulder. “Thank you. Really. I haven't...” she paused, giving both herself and Bonnibel a moment to calm down. “You were wonderful.” she finally continued; a bit more composed.
	Still unsure of herself but feeling secure wrapped in her partner's arms, Bonnibel sunk back into Chiclet's body; doing her best to stay calm despite everything suddenly feeling so out of control. This was a safe place after all, and there was no one she trusted more to feel a little vulnerable with. Leaning her head back, Bonnibel closed her eyes and let the feeling of her friend’s embrace overtake her.
	"I- I'm glad you had fun.” she finally replied unsteadily. “You don't need to thank me though. I mean, it was just...”
	Chiclet let out a soft chuckle as she nuzzled against the side of Bonnibel's head. “Of course I do. You've been such a good friend to me tonight,” With a peck of her beakless mouth, Bonnie felt her heart skip a beat as Chiclet's hand slide down over the front her damp cotton underpants. “And now I'm gonna return the favor.”
	“Ch- Chica, I- uhh...” she stammered; quickly silenced as the larger yellow bird shushed in her ear.
	“Don't you deserve a treat too?” she cooed; her voice growing wispy and distant. “Just tell me you want it. Don't be shy.”
	Bonnie hesitated as her large downy partner gently massaged her frail wafish form; the occasional beckon or tempting remark chipping away at her apprehension as the urge in her loins grew stronger and stronger. Trapped where she sat and unable to form the words, a long feathered finger began snaking its way up and down the ever dampening crease in her panties; causing her to squirm in place as her body fought to both pull away and sink deeper into its place of rest.
	“P-please.” Bonnie finally begged; not sure if she felt defeated or triumphant as Chiclet heeded her command.
	The large goading finger gracefully made its way up and into her undergarments; wriggling itself between the spongy cotton and warm slick flesh beneath. The mere hint of contact was enough to send Bonnie into shock; the rabbit bucking forward and freezing up as Chiclet held her in place with a firm but affectionate arm wrapped tightly around the chest. With a worried gasp Bonnibel did hear best to lean back and fight the urge to break down. She had asked for this after all. She wanted it; needed it even, considering how far she had come and how worked up she had gotten herself. There was no need to fall prey to the worrying thoughts or dissenting voices that flooded her mind. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on the soft feathers surrounding her; the gentle rhythmic beating of her partner's heart and the feeling warmth and intimacy that could only be experience in her tender loving arms. This was an experience to embrace and revel in, not shut out or run away from. Easing her posture, Chiclet felt a twinge of relief as Bonnibel began to melt into her once again.
	“Feeling better?” she inquired; still gently petting her breasts and outer labia as she rocked the frail blue bunny in place. “Do you want me to keep going?”
	“Y-Yes... please.” Bonnie replied; still shaky, but with a bit more confidence than before. “Slow though. I uh... I'm-”
	“Shhhhhh,” Chiclet whispered in her ear. “As slow as you like. I promise.”
	With that, the thick middle digit prodding Bonnibel's privets finally made its way inside the tight silken tunnel it had been teasing for so long. Still seizing up a little, Bonnie once again did her best to contain herself as more and more of her tender insides were probed and stretched.
	Slowly working her way inside, Chicklet moved in drawn out pulsing pumps as her free hand continued to massage Bonniebel's breasts. The whole process felt like it was happening in slow motion, but her partner seemed more than satisfied with the results. Bonnie was practically lolling in Chiclet's lap; subtly moving her hips in time with the lethargic push and pull of the invading feathered finger. The two worked as one as Chiclet honed in and focused on all the little movements of the body in her hands; each quiver of her flesh and tremor radiating from her core; her soft heavy breathing punctuated with the occasional pant or reserved gasp; how she curled her toes and stretched her legs as the feeling between her legs grew ever stronger; and how she felt so small, so wonderfully unguarded and malleable wrapped in her tender embrace. Contently nuzzling against the side of her head, Chiclet did all she could to bask in the moment; drawing it out until the inevitable finally arrived.
	“Chica, I- ah. I...” Bonnibel moaned; her frail body weakly tensing and shaking as it fought the feeling building within.
	“Shhh, I know,” Chiclet whispered. “Just let it happen. Just relax and close your eyes. I'm here, okay? I'm here.”
	Her partner's words felt like a distant droning has Bonnabel finally succumb to her mounting bliss. Pressing herself back into her lover as hard as she could; Chiclet practically trilled at the sensation of Bonnie's wet gripping walls clenching tightly around her finger. Resting hr head on Bonnie's shoulder, Chiclet did her best to keep the slender blue bunny well attended to as she writhed in place while the moment peaked and passed; leaving the two of them finally at peace.
	Panting from exhaustion and still quivering as the afterglow took hold, Bonnie felt as Chiclet loosened her grip around her and ease back into her pillow. Quickly following suit, the diminutive rabbit happily nestled herself against her large companion's shoulder as thunder rumbled low in the distance. Whatever misgivings she my have had, Chiclet was satisfied in the knowledge that the two of them going to bed like this was a far better alternative than however the night could have turned out otherwise. Looking up at the ceiling, she once again closed her eyes and focused on the patter of rain against her window; drifting off without any trouble as her placid blue lover draped a slack furry arm around her waist.

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	Sipping her coffee with a satisfied sigh, Chiclet sat down at the kitchen table and began digging into her late breakfast. From behind her, she could hear the unmistakable sound of April's shambling footsteps as she entered the room.
	“You're starting off late.” came a raspy but feminine voice as the towering golden rabbit made her way over to the refrigerator.
	“Took me a while to get to sleep. What with the storm and all.” Chiclet replied; deciding a half truth was better than nothing.
	“Ah. I hear it took out a few power lines last night. I hope poor Bonnie wasn't too disturbed by all that thunder.”
	“She was a little nervous, but we had a sort of girls night and it seemed to do the trick distracting her.” Chiclet responded casually; wondering exactly how close to the outright truth she could hint at before giving herself away.
	“I guess that explains that. I was wondering why she wasn't in her bed this morning. Maybe next time you could let me join as well; if it's not too much of an imposition.” April suggested nonchalantly as she sat down at the table and began scanning the morning paper.
	Practically choking on her coffee, Chiclet decided that she had her fill of innuendo and double-entendres. “Uh, no offense. It's sort of a me and her only thing,” she fend nervously. “You probably would end up getting bored anyway.”
	April simply nodded and went back to looking over her paper as Chiclet did her best to act cool.
	“Speaking of Bonnie,” she picked up again. “Did you hear about what happened with her and Mike yesterday?”
	“Uh-uh.” Chiclet shook her head.
	“She invited him for a talk in her room and ended up kissing him. On the lips.”
	Staring blankly at the haggard bandaged rabbit across from her, Chiclet wasn't quite sure what to make of the news.
	“Before you get worked up or anything, she was the instigator, not Mike. So don't go taking anything out of him. I'm not even sure she really understood the implications.”
	Chiclet nodded and forced another sip of her coffee, still not entirely sure how to respond.
	“Still, you know how men can be around cute young girls. I think I managed to put a little doubt in his mind though. Gave him the old spiel about rabbits mating for life.” she wheezed a chuckle, only to be one upped as Chiclet let out a hardy laugh.
	“Hah!” she bellowed. “Lucky Mike.”