Chapter 10

Harold, who had been fast asleep in the upstairs hallway since he got back from his long walk, was startled awake by a loud commotion. He raised his ears up to see if he could hear it again to figure out if it was coming from the outside or the inside. The only noises he heard coming from the outside were the sounds of cars and pickup trucks going by on the busy street and various people walking by on the walkway which took them eventually into the heart of the French Corridor a couple of miles away. He heard them talking on their cell phones; car and pickup truck stereos blaring the occasional annoying rap music if they weren't drown out by an occasional car horn honking in the distance or on the street as it passed by on its way to where he couldn't tell from where he lay inside of the apartment.

Several seconds passed without another sound other then the city buzzing outside so he was about to droop his head down on the floor and go back to sleep when he heard another commotion from INSIDE the apartment somewhere. This caused him to quickly get to his feet as he started to scan the apartment with his ears to locate where this commotion was coming from so it could be dealt with.

Several more seconds passed without a sound, but Harold could smell something in the air and he felt his body tensing like the air around him as if something was going to happen that he needed to address in a way only a dog that was protecting his people's territory could.

He started to growl at a very low volume so he would not miss the commotion if it happened again. He stood there waiting for what seemed to him like an eternity, ready to react by going to the sound once he laid eyes on where it was coming from.

Then it happened, a loud scream followed by an immense crash coming from the master bedroom which he had locked his eyes on as the source of the sound and before his brain caught up to his feet, he was off like a shot making a beeline for the doorway barking up a storm after he heard what sounded like Chester screaming for his life.

"Don't worry, Chester, I'm coming for you!" Harold said as he barked like a mad fool and was soon clawing at the closed door leading into the master bedroom trying to find a way to break it down in order to save his compadre from whatever danger he was in.

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Chester felt like he had lost a life after Bunnicula had given him one of his most hideous and downright scary faces. His body was trembling almost uncontrollably as the fear of opening his eyes put his anxiety through the roof as he felt nothing but empty space below him. He could only let gravity do with him what it pleased and he knew whatever the outcome, he was in for some serious pain worse then what he had felt after his back connected with the ceiling above the floor which was rapidly closing in as fast as the air was rushing through his falling body.

He was bracing for the crash which would most likely break some of the floor due to his immense size. He was also bracing for the pain which would follow if the floor did not take his immense size and he ended up in the front foyer below it. All these scenarios were playing in his mind as he tensed his body waiting for the inevitable crash to happen.

Suddenly, instead of doing a hard face plant onto the floor, he felt a pair of big warm hands catch him in the chest and the belly like a pancake hitting a frying pan after being flipped. Then the pair of hands he assumed was his savior suddenly, as fast as they had caught him, flipped him over to where his back and his head were securely cupped in their grasp.

He was going to kill Bunnicula for this and he felt his pulse rising and his fur starting to puff up like a ball of cotton the more he thought about the spineless callousness the rabbit had shown in such an intense intimate moment between them. A deep growl escaped his throat as he swallowed hard and clenched his teeth while he bore his fangs, ready to kick the rabbit's ass and use his size to beat him into submission until he said he was sorry and meant it.

He looked up and felt his breath literally catch in his throat when a pair of concerned red eyes greeted his own raging yellow ones. They could only belong to one person who was looking at him with a true look of concern and almost sheer sacredness at what he had done to him.

Bunnicula could tell by the look in Chester's eyes that he was not one bit too pleased at what he had been put through just so the vampire rabbit could play one of his cruel pranks on the poor Siamese. He was expecting the cat to unload the rage he had in his eyes through his mouth and he surely deserved it. He had crossed his line many times and gotten away with it because he was always mixed up in one of their adventures or with one of his many monster friends and enemies trying to get him out of being killed or scared absolutely shitless.

This time was different, this time Bunnicula did not have the out of a friend or one of his many enemies looking for a fight. This time, he was one on one with Chester and there was nobody else in that bedroom but the two of them and he braced for what was coming by dropping his ears, closing his eyes and feeling the tears collecting in them at what was to come.

Chester laid there in Bunnicula's arms with his fists balled ready to unload all his rage he felt in his heart into the spineless carless heart of the vampire rabbit. He was about to begin his tirade and probably throw a few punches in his face for good measure when something stopped him:

He looked up at Bunnicula who was dropping his ears, closing his eyes and starting to…cry? His face had the look to it of genuine sorrow, regret and a silent sound of the core of his heart reminding him that he meant more to him then any stupid prank he could pull. His heart from what he could tell was reminding him that all those pictures and two plus years of frustration were all going to come crashing down in his lap if he didn't wise up to what love for someone really meant.

All this effort finally coming to ahead when Chester finally admitted to himself that he was madly in love with Bunnicula as much as Bunnicula was with him could all come crashing down into his lap over a stupid prank and he couldn't stand to bear witness much less take the deserving crushing loss of Chester's love he so was asking for.

The more he looked at Bunnicula's sadness for what he had done to him, the more it tore at his own heart to see his friend tear himself apart over a stupid prank. That's all it was, a stupid prank, and there was no need to tear into the beautiful face which was displaying sadness, regret, and tears in a way that was causing a sore lump to form in his throat the more he heard his whimpers and his light sniffling.

When he opened his eyes, they were a very deep light red from his crying and that's all it took for Chester to reach up and cup his cheeks with both his hands and kiss him lightly on the forehead like a brother consoling his younger brother.

Bunnicula felt warm hands embrace themselves lightly around his cheeks and before he could react, a pair of lips with whiskers attached to them was lightly kissing his forehead and consoling him while it forced him to come clean from his heart:

"I'm sorry, Chester, I didn't mean to scare you let alone think you were going to get hurt from my stupid prank" Bunnicula said looking away from Chester who gently pulled his gaze back to his before he spoke:

"That's all I needed to hear, that you cared about your actions and how much it truly hurts when you love someone with a deep passion like you do me" Chester cooed softly stroking a tear away as it came down Bunnicula's cheek.

"I understand that now, you and I are more then just friends, I want you to be my soul mate as much as you want me to see how important love is and how much of a true from the heart commitment it truly is" Bunnicula said softly as he softly stroked a tear that was falling down Chester's cheek away.

"And I would be more then happy to see that happen now that I know you understand the heart is way bigger and way softer in the middle" Chester softly cooed as Bunnicula's ears rose up again and there was light in his face when he heard the words he had been wanting to hear for so long.

"Then it is settled. Tonight we become soul mates, forever" Bunnicula said as he looked deep into Chester's golden yellow eyes and was about to kiss him on the lips as passionately as ever.

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Suddenly, a loud barking and scratching sound from outside the bedroom door literally made both of them jump out of their skin with Bunnicula accidently launching Chester onto the bed and Chester nearly jumping out of his skin with his heart pounding out of his chest harder then it did when Bunnicula played his prank on him.

Bunnucula's eyes turned a deep glowing crimson red. He was going to kill whomever's dog this was that ruined his moment with his soul mate. He extended his claws and transformed his ears into bat wings as he started to menacingly growl in a way that made Chester curl up into a ball of fear seeing his lover this angry and this wound up.

Harold, like the dope he was, continued to claw at the door whose pant was chipping from the scratch marks in it. He knew in his mind that Chester was in trouble and come hell or high water, he was going to get in that master bedroom and put some pain on the wise guy who was fucking with his friend.

"To whoever you are in there, when I tear this door down, you're going to feel my canine wrath when I get my teeth around you" Harold barked as he continued to try to break the door down even though it wouldn't budge.

So he stopped and thought for a moment and came up with a brilliant plan:

Back up and break through the door with his head and knock down the bad guy so he could get the mauling he deserved!

"Okay you in there, if I can't claw my way in, I'll break it down with my head!" Harold barked and backed up as far as he could back up until his butt hit the wall across from the clawed up doorway.

He built some momentum up by clawing his back feet into the carpet to gain traction and speed with the little space he had to work with. With his head aimed at the door like a battering ram, he revved up his back legs and soon was like a tank making a head first beeline for the door.

Bunnicula was really agitated, in fact, he wanted blood and he wanted to see it spilled, NOW.

"You shameless little flea scratching turdbit, when I'm done with you, your guts will be spilt all over this room and I will drink your blood until you are nothing but a saggy bag of worthless doggy skin" Bunnicula snarled bearing his fangs while getting himself ready to go true Dracula on the poor unsuspecting mutt clawing on the otherside of the closed bedroom door.

Chester sat up in the bed in suspended animation trying to get his heartbeat and his breath back while his soul mate was readying himself to unleash his wrath on the poor unsuspecting dog on the otherside of the bedroom door by doing a football related rush like he had seen on the countless Saints and Green Waves games he had watched with Harold, Mina, Chester, and Arthur on countless Saturday, Sunday, and Monday evenings.

He watched him get down in a three point football stance ready to charge for the door and his agitator who was in for some bad times. He had his eyes locked on the door waiting for the right moment to strike like a predator catching its prey.

Even in all of his fear, seeing his beefy ass in the air with his glowing treasured assets dripping with sweat, precum, and smelling of musk with bunny tail wriggling from side to side was a sight to behold and he felt his breath catch in his throat before he felt his erection, which had been hard this whole time, twitch making him moan when his eyes drank in the tone back, muscled legs and twitching action his soft butt cheeks made as he got ready to charge like a bull seeing a red cloak.

He heard Bunnicula roar and just as he was about to charge the door at full speed, a familiar voice coming from the otherside of it suddenly broke him out of it and left him crouching there in disbelief:

"Alright you in there, if I can't claw the door down, I'll break it down with my head!" The voice which belonged to HAROLD barked.

Bunnicula stayed crouched down on the ground shaking his head and silently cussing to himself and yelling to Harold who could not hear him in his gibberish which Chester on the other hand could understand and quite frankly, agree with:

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, NO HAROLD, not now, you idiot! You come in here now and I will not be pleasant with you and you will be very sorry you assed this up because when I'm done with you, your head hitting the door is going to be the least of your worries"

Chester sat on the bed balling his fists up cussing to the heavens as he tried to get through to Harold who was still clawing and barking outside the closed bedroom door:

"Of all the stupid times.. HAROLD! HAROLD! I'm fine!" Chester shouted out the door hoping Harold would hear him.

When he heard Harold backing up and his butt hitting the wall across the hallway, he smacked his hand against his face in frustration before he spoke:

"Bunnicula, we don't need HIM in here with us and I don't want to explain to his pea brain why we look like this and why we are in here in the first place" Chester scoffed grumbling to himself.

"I thought I told him everything about me wanting you as my soul mate" Bunnicula said looking at the Siamese with a frustrated look on his face as his claws dug into the floor making scratch marks.

"You know how stupid Harold is and if I have to bail us out of this, I'm going to do worse to him then you will" Chester said in a serious tone to Bunnicula before he continued:

"Here's the plan, you go get one of his tennis balls and you put him under the same hypnosis you did me and make sure it is long enough for us to do what I'm dying to do if you hadn't noticed" Chester instructed pointing to his throbbing eight and a half inches of kittyhood aching for release.

Bunnicula locked his eyes on where Chester's finger was pointing and he did not need anymore coaxing as he got up and made his way to the door and manifested into vampuric mist and quietly snuck underneath it.

Harold was mere inches from destroying the door with his head when he felt a really cold presence suddenly stop his momentum like a tank hitting a solid steel wall. He was knocked back a few feet and hit his back on the wall with his head bouncing off of it enough to where it dazed him for a minute or two after he hit it.

Bunnicula in his vampuric mist form snuck under the door in time to use his hand as a stopping mechanism as Harold who was running at full speed hit his palm and was sent flying back first into the wall with his head bouncing off of it like a basketball.

With Harold momentarily dazed, Bunnicula went to go look for a tennis ball which he located at the end of hall near a fake plant tree which was set against the wall near a window which looked out at the back of the Orlock.

Instead of dragging the ball down to the basement where he kept all of his magic books and supplies, Bunnicula decided it was best to enchant a sleep spell on the ball by using his magic.

With a few chants in Romanian, the ball was coated with a meat smelling meat taste to it after Bunnicula had engulfed it in his massive hands and coated it with his magic which gave a small bright light to the ball before it settled down. He took a moment to smell the ball and it smelled like Harold's favorite, bacon.

He looked over at Harold who was stirring after being knocked out for a couple of minutes so he manifested back into vampuric mist and made his way back to over to Harold where he manifested back into his big muscled wererabbit form as he stood in front of the dog as he came to.

"Man, I don't remember the door being that hard" Harold said trying to shake the cobwebs loose after his unfortunate collision with the wall.

He was very dazed and his vision was very blurry so when he looked up and saw a black and white form and a pair of bunny ears, his mind immediately knew it was Bunnicula, though the image was a bit foggy.

"Hey Bunn, why didn't you tell me that was you standing there" Harold said in a very dazed tone.

He could make out the fanged smile though it looked very blurry to him and he noticed that Bunnicula looked a lot taller, but his vision was too clouded from his head hitting the wall to really take in how tall he really was so he decided to compliment him on his clever prank.

"Gee, that was a good prank, Bunn, I really don't remember anything after you hit me" Harold admitted still trying to shake the cobwebs loose only to get more dizzy the more he tried to bang his ears and regain his vision.

As his blurred vision took him further down Bunnicula's foggy form, he saw something long, black, and thick pointing away from his crotch area with what looked like a pair of nice tennis balls to go with it.

"Aww, gee Bunn, I wasn't expecting you to give me a treat of sausage and tennis balls" Harold said incoherently not realizing what he was staring at was nine inches of throbbing, dripping rabbithood with an equally big pair of balls about the size of the tennis ball Bunnicula was holding in his hand.

Bunnicula blushed hard as he looked down at his still rock hard cock and big balls thankful that Harold was so out of it that he didn't even realize the big black sausage and two tennis balls belonged to him and were attached to his body.

"By the way, what's that funny smell, it smells.. hm.." Harold wondered as he sniffed the air looking around for its source.

Bunnicula, realizing where Harold's nose was headed, quickly put the magic enchanted tennis ball up to it when it was mere inches away from the tip of his throbbing maleness. He could feel Harold's breath touching the tip of his engorged cock making him moan and his knees threatened to buckle on themselves if it got any closer then that.

And it was a good thing he put the tennis ball in front of Harold because his tongue accidently before it went to taste the tennis ball took an ever so slight taste of the head of Bunnicula's cock causing him to moan deep as some of his pre coated the bacon smelling tennis ball he threw and Harold like the nitwit he was went chasing after it as it rolled down the hallway with him catching it in his teeth and chewing on it for several seconds.

He looked over at Bunnicula through fuzzy vision and said before the bacon tasting pre cum ball spell took over his senses:

"Thanks for the treat, Bunn, it tastes.. Creamy,,," Harold said lazily as his words were slurred and his chin hit the floor and he was soon in dreamland happily snoozing away.

Bunnicula breathed a sigh of relief at the fact it could have been disastrous had Harold's tongue gotten ahold of his cockhead, not that he would not have minded getting off. But that was reserved for a certain Siamese who wanted to desperately get off as bad as he did and he still had not concurred that much needed thing so he manifested back into his vampuric mist form and disappeared under the door while Harold snored away at the end of the hallway.