[A/N] This is the rest of Loves Bond Chapter 19. It is the conversation Judy has with her mother after the end of that chapter. That chapter was already too long so I decided to break it out into this short piece instead.

Enjoy-

Bonnie Hopps carefully closed the master bedroom's solid blue door with a loud click. Dinner had been cleaned up and all of the young kits had been put to bed. The older ones, along with her husband were busy watching the latest spy thriller in the great room. Even the grans were all contentedly snoring down the hall.

Her paw hovered over the solid lock as she considered turning the bolt. All of the rabbit's in the burrow knew to never barge in while that door was closed, but sometimes the added safety of the lock was needed for late night activities. She was certain that she would have at least a few hours of privacy so the bolt remained in its open position.

Without a second thought at the door or its lock, Bonnie walked to her half open closet. Through the open frameport, she could see her and Stu's everyday clothes. Her plaid work shirts and jeans hung from their old, wooden hangers while her husband's overalls were smartly clipped to metal hangers. Several of his spare hats could be seen perched on the top shelf next to her own wide brimmed straw sun hat.

Stepping up to the closet, she slid open the other door. It had been many months since that part had been opened and she sighed softly at the action. Beyond hung many articles of old and outdated fashions, snuggled between winter coats and fancy, ceremonial attire.

Beneath the clothes, were a few cardboard boxes, some folded bedding and a glittery pair of paw straps. She knew the gems were fake, but the straps still remind her of a much younger time. Sitting on top of a stack of thick comforters was a very old and well patched rabbit doll.

Lifting the doll aside, she moved the comforters and reached with a shaking paw to the mahogany chest beneath. Her great grandmother had given her that chest when she was very little and told her it was called a hope chest. At the time she barely understood what a husband was let alone a hope chest. But as a teen, she had filled it with many treasures. Never in her wildest dreams would she have believed that she would become the leader of an entire burrow.

Kneeling in front of the chest, her paw still shaking, she pushed open the lid, but it remained firmly in place. Instinctively, her paw went to her chest and she whispered. "I forgot the key."

Standing again, she turned to the long dresser against the far wall of her bedroom. Under an oval mirror, that she often used as a vanity, sat a small box lined with bronze scrollwork. On the outside of the box were pretty metal flowers and leaves. There was even a shiny, plump bee resting on one of the flowers.

Lifting the lid to her jewelry box, it began to tinkle a light and pretty tune. Inside was a mix of simple earrings and chain necklaces that she had acquired over the years. At the bottom was a small, plain heart-shaped locket. She pulled out the locket with a gasp and a slow sigh as she held it against her breasts.

Carefully opening the locket, she saw the very small picture of a much younger Stuart Hopps. He was still a teen at the time, but she could never gaze on this old image without the fond memories rushing back. Behind his photo was a rusty iron key from a much older time.

Retrieving the key, she closed the locket with a soft kiss before placing it back into her jewelry box. Key in paw, she strolled back to the sealed hope chest and flipped open the lock's cover.

Again her paws began to shake in anticipation as she placed the ancient key into the old and worn lock. The key slid into place with a soft scraping sound and the click that followed made the matronly rabbit smile.

When the well polished mahogany lid lifted free, she gazed inside and the contents made her heart skip a beat. At the bottom of the chest was the dress she had worn to the prom dance with Stu and a few other random items of her younger years. She even spied the lace bound book she had used as a diary during high school.

What caused her heart to race frantically was not the old memorabilia, but the soft piles of satin and lace that rested comfortably on top of everything. There was also the strong scent of something much, much more enticing and even a little naughty.

Gasping, Bonnie lifted a silky pink slip from the chest. A soft giggle followed as she reached for the matching pair of panties. She shook the slip with both paws as she admired how the light from the bedside lamp reflected in the gossamer fabric.

A small spray bottle was also lifted from the chest. The grey rabbit sniffed at the business end and nearly swooned at the intimate fragrance. "I always loved this scent." She pushed down on the top of the bottle and gave the pink slip a single spritz.

The bottle was quickly set aside before Bonnie walked to the near end of the large bed and spread out the slip. She ran a soft grey paw over it to smooth out a few wrinkles, then placed the matching panties near the frilly bottom.

Once again, her paws dove into the hope chest and retrieved four pieces of yellow satin. The sheer cloth resembled a two-piece bikini with well pronounced carrot flowers in all the right places. A pair of long, see-through stockings joined the two-piece and each article of nightwear received their own spritz from the bottle.

Quickly, the yellow lingerie joined the pink slip on the end of the bed. The bra was laid out first followed by the panties and then each stocking. Lastly she tucked the extra straps and clips under the panties to better show off the 'V' shape.

Stepping back to the chest, she paused with one paw over her breast. Gazing down into the dark box, a dozen emotions crossed her muzzle. She almost closed the box, leaving the remaining items untouched, but a voice in the back of her mind reminded her why she was doing this. Her most adventurous daughter had asked for her help, and she knew that holding back was not the way to deal with this one.

With a long sigh, both paws reached back into the box and retrieved what could only be described as a jumble of black cloth and silver buckles. It took both paws and her buck teeth to eventually straighten out the mess. But once it had formed the rough shape of an article of discrete feminine clothing. Unlike the others, it did not receive a single spritz from the flowery bottle.

Slowly and carefully, Bonnie laid the black straps and silver buckles on the end of the bed next to the yellow lingerie. There was no sheer cloth here. No lace or satin, nor anything soft or sensual. Yet it caused the rabbit to gasp and hum as she smoothed the dark fabric with a shaky paw and positioned each buckle just so.

Having set out the three sets of naughty nightwear, the Hopps matron nearly yanked the last one from the bed to thrust it back into its hiding spot. Again, she held her paw, leaving the black straps in place.

Sighing, she turned back to the closet where she closed the wooden chest and the frameport in front of it. She looked over her pawwork for a second time before reaching for her iCarrot.

She typed in a quick message, then sashayed to the head of the bed. On her side of the bed was a simple wooden stand with a paw carved lamp. Next to the lamp was a paperback book she had read a dozen times, but she picked it up anyway.

Resting her body against a small pile of pillows, she opened her book to her previous page and continued to read. After about ten minutes had passed, the phone rang.

Casually, Bonnie replaced the book mark in the new location and set the book aside. Rolling off the bed, she answered the MuzzleTime call. "Hello."

On the screen of her phone was a young, grey rabbit with sad purple eyes. "Hi, mom. I wanted to explain why I called you earlier." Judy tried to smile back at her mother, but the recent tears were still painted plainly on her muzzle.

"Oh, my!" Bonnie cried. "What is wrong, bun bun?"

"There is nothing wrong."

"Then why are you crying?"

Judy sighed. She knew she could not hide her feelings from her own mother. "It's really nothing. Nothing and everything."

"Does this have anything to do with your boyfriend?"

The rabbit on the other end of the phone lowered her head. "Yeah, we had a fight. Then my friend took me shopping."

Bonnie sprung from the bed, "You better not let your father hear about this. If he found out that fox hurt you in any way you know what he would do."

A pair of small grey paws flashed across the phone. "No, no, no! Please don't tell dad."

"Fine, dear. My lips are sealed."

"Besides, that's not why I called."

The older rabbit glazed across the bed, and the items she had laid out earlier. "Oh, right. I think I understand what this is all about."

Sitting up with a slightly brighter smile on her muzzle, Judy asked, "You do?"

"Your boyfriend, the lingerie. It all makes sense, dear. You don't have to explain any more. Stu and I have been there many times before."

"Really?" A snicker escaped from the younger rabbit's muzzle. "I guess that explains why the two of you would disappear after a heated argument."

With a knowing smile, Bonnie nodded. "Of course, dear. Your father is still a mammal. He isn't cold blooded."

The giggles that echoed from the phone caused Judy to fall across her own bed.

While Judy was recovering from her glee, Bonnie saw something very lacy wrapped around her daughter's fur. It was very revealing, but still sewn together in a single piece. "Is that what you bought today?"

"Oh, yes. This?" Judy sat up quickly at the edge of her small bed. Subconsciously, she placed a paw over the rabbit silhouette between her breasts. "My friend, Fru Fru helped me pick this out. She thinks it will make Nick crawl on all fours and beg."

"I am sure it will, hun." Bonnie scoffed as Judy lowered her paw and revealed the carrot and rabbit patterns woven into the sheer fabric. "Isn't it a bit much, dear?"

"What do you mean?"

"It is, um, very revealing, but who am I to talk? I own a few that show off much more fur."

"So Fru Fru was right!"

"What is that dear?"

"My friend insisted that you owned some. That's why she made me call you earlier."

"Oh! That explains why you asked me out of the blue like that. I was in the middle of serving second lunch and everything."

"Sorry about that, mom."

"It's ok, bun bun." Bonnie soothed. "I normally save that kind of conversation till after the wedding, but you were always one to jump in paw first. So I guess now is as good a time as any."

"I was always wondering why I never heard about this kind of thing from you, or my older sisters."

"Well, you never seemed interested in them, or bucks for that matter." A hint of sadness crossed Bonnie's muzzle for a second.

"Things change, mom. Now I have an infuriating tod who needs a good wake up call."

"That's my girl!" Bonnie cheered. She walked over to the end of the bed, where her lingerie had been neatly laid out. "Since you're already struggling with your male, let me give you some motherly advice."

On the other end of the phone, Judy took a deep breath and then swallowed. After a second breath she asked her mother shyly, "Mom? Do you and the rest of the family approve of me dating Nick?"

The older doe's paw snapped back suddenly before a single finger touched the first piece of lingerie. Bonnie turned her motherly intensity towards the phone clutched in her other paw. Her eyes focused on her half dressed daughter sitting in the dark hundreds of miles away.

Several seconds passed before she replied to the younger rabbit's question. "Whatever brought this on? Why would you ask that?"

Sniffling her small pink nose, Judy explained, "There was this article in the paper last week that said animals that date outside their species are a disease on the city." She had to cough twice to finish the long sentence. After a brief pause she added, "I also saw how everyone looked at us when we were together."

"Aww, Hun," Bonnie soothed. A warm smile filled her muzzle as she spoke, "I am overjoyed to know that you have finally found a boyfriend." She leaned back against the corner of the bed and continued with the phone in both paws, "You were always the odd child."

"Mom!"

"It's true. In school you rarely hung out with other rabbits, and half your friends were predators." The older rabbit waved a paw through the air as she expounded. "I was worried for you. It took me a long time but I slowly learned that you were different from other rabbits, and you always would be."

The younger rabbit did not hide the groan as her eyes rolled at her mother's words.

"That was why Stu and I stood up for you at the family cookout."

"You did what!?"

Nodding, Bonnie shared what happened after Judy left the bonfire with her fox in tow. "After you left, your Uncle Frank tried to rile everyone up about your fox, but Stu and I stepped in."

"I can believe Frank would try to start something, but why did you stand up for us?"

Another soft cooing sound escaped the older rabbit's lips. "Because we care about you, Dear. We don't always agree with your choices, but we still care about you."

"And Nick?" Judy asked cautiously.

"It's plain as day that the two of you are happy together. In fact I have never seen you happier. Your muzzle lights up like the morning sun when you talk about him."

A blush filled the younger rabbit's muzzle, and she nearly hid behind her tall, crimson ears.

"If this fox makes my wild, police officer of a daughter happy, then I am behind you. Both of you." Standing up, the Hopps matron's voice filled the room and made her daughter sit up at attention. "And if anyone else in this burrow disagrees, they can spend the rest of the day stomping the compost heap."

With a loud giggle, and a disgusted twitch of her nose, Judy said, "Thanks mom. It means a lot to me that you and dad support us."

"Anytime, Dear. What are moms for?" Glad that she could help her daughter, Bonnie turned back to the garments laid out at the end of the bed. "Now did you still want to talk about how to beguile your boyfriend?"

"Oh, yes, of course, mom. I'm all ears." Judys ears lifted to attention as she watched her mother lift the first garment into view.

Bonnie picked up the frilly pink slip and its matching panties. "Your father likes this one because with only one top, Stu can play with the frills while still having access to the more important parts."

"Eww, mom!"

Huffing, Bonnie put her paw on her hips firmly. "Now, Judy. I thought you were ready to hear what I have to say, but if you're going to get squeamish everytime I mention your father's and my bedroom antics, we can end this right here."

"Sorry, mom. Please go on."

"That's ok, dear. I should not mention how easily the panties fall off on this outfit."

Putting both paws over her muzzle, Judy tried to hold back the squeal.

Moving to the yellow set laying at the end of the bed, Bonnie explained, "This one is much more fun. And yes it's more revealing than the one you have on, but these straps and clips make your father take much more time to get them off."

Watching Judy nod behind her paw, the older doe continued. "That is really important in the bedroom. I am sure you have already wondered what is the point of all this." She waved her paw across the naughty nightwear spread out at the end of the bed.

"Outrageously teasing your male is satisfying on so many levels, for both you and him. Trust your mother in this dear. That one thing has made a huge difference in our marriage."

"Ok, mom. I will try, but I need to get him back first."

"I am sure you will succeed dear," Bonnie replied thoughtfully. "You always seem to get whatever you put your mind to."

"Except when it comes to that irritating fox."

With a knowing nod, Bonnie stepped up to the last garment. She lifted the complicated bundle of black straps and buckles. "Now, I like this one."

"It looks complicated."

"It is, hun, and a real pain to put on, but that is part of the fun."

"Fun, how is that fun?"

Winking at the phone, Bonnie explained, "Because I make your father use only his teeth to take it off." She pointed at a group of straps that hung down from what could have been part of the bra section. "You see here, it takes three straps on this buckle to free the cup over the left breast and another buckle for the right one."

Turning the jumble of black straps and rings around in the air, she brushed her finger across several spots where they looped together. "The placement of these hoops and buckles is fascinating because they are positioned over all of my most sensitive parts." She closed her eyes and gave a small squeal at the memory.

"Mom!

"Oh paws. When you have been married as long as I have, then you will realize having a little fun in the bedroom makes a big difference."

After placing the pile of black straps back on the bed, Bonnie explained several more bedroom pointers for her curious daughter. She talked about timing and positions and several ways to tease a buck. Realizing that none of her suggestions may work on a fox, she even suggested that Judy do more research on her own. The book stores in big city must have some references that could help her out.

With her back turned, she barely heard the click from the sturdy blue door. Her ears lifted towards the ceiling, but she didn't realize that someone had entered the room until Stu put a paw on her shoulder and asked, "What is the special occasion, dear?"

Bonnie patted the paw on her shoulder warmly as she turned towards her husband. "Oh, nothing, just organizing things."

"Is that so?" He put both paws around her waist and began nibbling and licking her neck. "I thought these were still securely locked up."

"Stu!" Crying, she pushed him away playfully. "Your daughter is watching."

Ignoring his wife's warning, Stuart continued to fondle his wife lovingly.

"Hi, dad," Judy waved from across the empty miles as a deep red blush filled her muzzle.

Without a single reply, he leaned over and pressed his index finger gently against the phone. Suddenly Judy's muzzle disappeared as the call disconnected.

Gasping, Bonnie spun around and swatted his paw away from her phone. "That was rude."

Stuart's only reply was to reach around and grasp her tail while slowly stuffing his other paw under her shirt.

Planting a soft kiss on his muzzle, she pushed her amorous husband to arms length. "Ok, love. I guess we can make this into a special occasion, but you have to give me five minutes." She looked across the naughty nightwear on the bed and the hungry glint in his eyes. "No, better make that ten."

Tenderly kissing the end of his wife;s muzzle, Stuart turned and walked back out of the bedroom, his tail wagging furiously in his wake.

When he returned, the lights had been turned down low, and the bed had been cleared. There was also a very arousing scent in the air. He also noticed that a single candle burned from the dresser against the far wall.

Bonnie laid on her side of the bed, reading a paperback novel. Her back was turned, but he could clearly see that she was dressed in a complicated web of black straps. He could not see her other side, but he knew those straps hugged her fur like her own personal lover.

As Stuart closed and locked the door behind him, she began to wag her tail. Tilting her chin over her shoulder, she set the book down on the nightstand and seductively called to her lover. "Oh, dear. I think I'm trapped. Will someone please free me from these tight bonds?"

Overalls fell to the floor with a loud thump and were quickly followed by a green, plaid shirt. Climbing onto the large bed, Stuart replied with a heavy pant, "I would be happy to come to your rescue, dear."

When he reached his wife's reclining form, he began to nibble noisily on her bare shoulder. His paws reached around to her front and began wandering across her confined fur. He tugged at one of the straps causing a few of the buckles to jungle.

Swatting away his paws, she turned slightly towards her lover. "Teeth only dear, you know the rules." Her free paw then reached up and turned the switch on the lamp beside her. The room was immediately plunged in comfortable shadows, lit only by the single, wavering candle.