Set after Season 2, and after Stiles the Bunny, a series of short snippets of Stiles learning to cope with being a Golden Hind and a rabbit.
Rated M to be on the safe side (due to conversations and imagery more than anything for this one, despite Peter's best efforts)
Please note there is very little in the way of plot, I wanted to turn Stiles into a bunny, this is what happened, please don't expect depth there isn't any.
Warnings: Implied future male on male, pre-poly slash, animal (ie bestiality) stuff spoken or thought about, implied Mpreg, no Golden Hinds were injured in the making of this story.
Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
I own nothing, literally.
Embracing Your Inner Bunny
01 – Beware of Deep Pockets
Dad has finally released me from the house for all day things, but I have to tell him who I'm with and where I'm going. And he has the right to phone me at any time and I have to answer.
It's not that bad as restrictions go, today I practice at the main school field with Scott and Isaac for hours, they cheat outrageously with their wolfy powers and I'm exhausted, sweaty and complain at them until Scott tickles me and I screech.
We end up at Scott's and take turns in the shower.
Freshly scrubbed and ready we load up a video game and get ready to have summer fun, just three guys with time on their hands.
Officially I'm still banned from going rabbit, and Peter is still creeping around and being way too old for me. Doesn't stop him looking though. And it doesn't stop me thinking back on him stripping down in front of me when I was a rabbit for forty-eight hours.
I'm still having trouble looking Derek in the eyes without envisioning soap bubbles and water.
Don't get me started on my fantasies of them that involve them being big bad actual wolves and me on my hands and knees, I'm sure I've got my own level of hell all ready and waiting for me.
Luckily today I'm with two goof balls, and we laugh and play our way through various games, mostly I win or only just lose, I'm that good with my natural mad controller skills. If only video games and memorising combos and cheat codes counted as a real life skill.
Scott's mom has left us cookies and we stuff them all, they need them for their high metabolism, I need them because I'm apparently still recovering from going rabbit for so long and being drained by the emotionally needy werewolves, I'm not complaining though, I love cookies.
Isaac's enjoying being fostered, Derek seems to enjoy fostering him and Peter hasn't killed anyone that we know of, or taken over the planet, so all's good in the Hale-Lahey household.
Except Isaac's still having a lot of nightmares.
"What if I go rabbit and we cuddle for a few hours before you go home?" I offer, "Maybe the rabbit cuddle vibes will follow you home and you can get a good night's sleep."
"I don't know," Isaac waivers clearly torn and wanting to cuddle me, well me as a rabbit, not me as a human. "I don't want to tire you out Stiles, and Derek has backed up Peter's current restriction on you being a rabbit…"
"Dude," Scott butts in, "Stiles is the Hind," which is true, I am the Hind, "He'll know if he's too tired to cuddle," again this is true and I back Scott the whole way, "If we keep it to an hour tops that can't hurt."
"All true bro," I pat Scott's shoulder and look expectantly at Isaac.
"Just an hour?" He confirms and we nod like we know what the hell we're talking about. Okay so I totally went rabbit and snuck into my dad's room last night and I may be a bit over tired today, but an hour isn't going to kill me and this is a way for me to show Isaac that I accept him.
Well, mostly accept him, I'm still having jealousy issues, and I've seen Scott growl a few times when Isaac and me get close, so it's a learning curve all round.
Just as Scott has his dopey grin, Isaac has a sweet smile and I get that thrown at me as he sits down and holds his arms out to me. Well to bunny Stiles. It's easy to switch shapes and everything around me gets bigger, when I've changed I hop over to Isaac and let him pick me up so he can cuddle me.
As usual my clothes vanish and I know when I change back they'll be back too, as will my car keys and phone that are residing in my now non existent pocket.
I much prefer being able to control my change. When I'd first changed it had been kind of scary, there was the whole sacrifice a virgin thing, the lightning strikes and me becoming something else that was small and not human, the running away and discovering I was a rabbit. Then I had to trek part way across town avoiding cats and dogs before I saw Derek's car zoom past me, luckily his car pulled into a nearby parking lot and I was able to ambush the driver, who turned out to be Peter. Thankfully he knew who and what I was. Forty-eight hours after changing, I changed back to human, to find I was naked in Peter's bed, he totally set that up.
Isaac's fingers ruffle my white fur and he pulls me into a hug as he rubs his face gently into my fur. Scott sits close and he doesn't try to touch me just has his soft goofy look on his face.
By the time the hour is up Isaac's all relaxed and blinking sleepily at me, I'm drawn to him because I can sense his need for cuddles, and as a rabbit I wish I could stay with him and comfort him. Bunny Stiles is way nicer than human Stiles, bunny Stiles wants to hug the world and believes people when they say things, even Peter.
As a rabbit I'm aware that people can be cruel but it's more tied into whether they'll kill me or not. And my ability to do any kind of long term planning is shot all to hell, couple that with my inability to understand any type of sexual interaction and I'm practically useless in determining if things are dangerous to me or not, of if they could turn into an issue later on.
I think that's why I need Protectors, so they can monitor me as a Hind, make sure I don't do really stupid things that are gonna come back and bite me later. Though it leaves me at the mercy of my Protectors, I am convinced that Peter won't turn me into stew now though, his eyes when he talks about me as a bunny show how much he wants me. And as I'm a bunny right now I miss him.
Bunny Stiles likes Peter.
Bunny Stiles has simple needs, protection, cuddling, food, and someone saying nice things to me.
Like Isaac is right now, he's muttering how soft my fur is, how amazing I am to hold, how good I feel in his arms and I grind my teeth happily. I could stay like this for hours and not get bored, all I need is someone to cuddle me and fuss me and I'm good.
Happily I nuzzle into him and rub my nose on his chin, he giggles softly in a way that I've never heard him to before, so I do it again and get rewarded with another giggle and one of his sweet smiles.
The longer I'm a rabbit the more my brain devolves and parts of my thinking brain turn themselves off. Which is why when I start to feel tired and sleepy I snuggle into Isaac, yawn and close my eyes. Sleeping with Isaac sounds like a fantastic idea right now.
Scott's cell phone wakes me up forty minutes later and I glare at the offending piece of hardware, Scott's frowning as he answers it, "Hello Sheriff… Is everything okay?" My dad is calling Scott? I sit up, all cuddling forgotten, and Isaac curves protectively around me. "You tried calling Stiles and he didn't answer?" Scott must be repeating what dad's saying. "Oh he's here sir, he went to pee, I'll yell and get him back sir."
Putting his hand over the receiver area Scott hisses, "Dude, turn back, your dad wants to talk to you." Out loud he yells, "Stiles! Stiles your dad is on my cell phone! He says yours just goes to voice mail!"
I don't even bother hopping off of Isaac's lap I change right there and we end up in a tangle of arms and legs. Somehow he flips us so we stay on the couch, with me under him and him sprawled all over me.
Waving my hand to Scott I grab the phone and say, "Dad? Dad what's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he sounds relieved, "I just couldn't get a hold of you, your phone kept cutting straight to voice mail," I dig my phone out of my jeans pocket and it's reading perfect reception and a nearly full battery.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," I tell him, "It must have been in bad reception or something, I've been here with Scott and Isaac, I kicked their butts on video games." Isaac screws his face up and as he's still lying on top of me I get to see him roll his eyes too.
"Okay, that's good Stiles, just, can you come home? I know it's early, but I'd feel better knowing you're here," Dad's getting upset again so I promise to come straight home.
Isaac still looks sleepy and relaxed as I leave, I think it worked, I think he's going to sleep just fine tonight, no nightmares, just nice dreams.
Driving home I obey all the speed limits and park up. Jumping out of my baby I pause long enough to get my lacrosse gear and lock her up, then I hurtle towards the front door. A front door that's already opening and dad's there to haul me into a hug.
I spend what's left of the afternoon with him and we watch sports and heckle the opposing teams. We make dinner between us and I veto anything with grease in it, I'm not giving his doctors a chance to tut at him again.
By eight I'm yawning so hard my jaw cracks loudly, normally I'm not that bothered with sleep, but I was tired this morning from hugging dad all night, then I was put through my paces by werewolves and my snuggle session with Isaac ran on for another forty minutes over the agreed hour.
I'm exhausted and I end up staggering up the stairs, I dig my phone out of my pocket, I'll have to make a note that while it goes with my clothes and vanishes wherever they go, it can't pick up a signal there, so I'll have to leave it out before I change shape.
Wobbling over to my bed I collapse face first onto it and then my eyes close. I'll move in a minute, I'm just so tired…
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
