thatotherperv | bunny!Spike: playing well with others

a long time ago (two months, holy shit!) I smoked some crack and wrote a series of snippets about Spike getting turned into a bunny. and then

sueworld2003 made a manip of it for the

darker_spike challenge *points*, and

moscow_watcher made me an icon *points*. and I said to myself, I'll write two more parts of this thing to wrap up the arc, for them.

and then, I had not one funny bone in my body for several weeks.

but they're ready to be posted now. better late than never, right? thanks for your gifts, guys.

by the lovely and talented

sueworld2003

previous parts are here

“So…dude’s…a bunny.”

Gunn, Wes, Cordy and Angel all stared down at the small white-blond ball of fluff amble-hopping across the lobby floor, thoroughly ignoring the reunited team of AI. Angel crossed his arms uncomfortably as he addressed Gunn.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Fascinating. And yet he’s still…that is to say…he behaves like himself?”

Wes frowned doubtfully as Spike groomed himself in the center of the circle they formed. All his question brought to mind for Angel was a gleefully shredded peep. Certainly not a fuzzy, cuddly body. “Yeah, you could say that….”

“Well I suppose I should get to work on a reversal spell.”

“I, for one, like him better this way. He was always a little too…fashion victim with the hair. Fur is back in.”

Cordelia could have sworn that Spike shot her a dirty look over his shoulder. His hop took on a distinct swaggering quality.

“Aw, that’s just wrong. You want to keep the man a bunny cuz you don’t like his hair? That’s cold.”

“I’m sure Angel is quite anxious to restore Spike to his proper form so that his care is no longer his responsibility, right Angel?”

“Um….”

Angel looked oddly shifty, and Wesley was quite sure a bunny should not be capable of snickering. He squinted at Spike, who immediately hopped off in an innocent manner.

“Yeahhhh, that’s probably for the best….” Suddenly Angel zeroed in on what his fuzzy little Childe was doing...and immediately panicked. “Spike!!”

Angel dove for the bunny in question—a naughty, filthy little bunny who was craning on his rear legs below the hem of Cordy’s skirt, peering upwards in fascination.

“Oh…eeewww! Eeewwww!! I was just violated by a…by a fur coat gone wrong. I don’t get paid nearly enough for this.”

Gunn turned away to hide his snicker. Wes cleared his throat. “Now that everyone is in agreement…spell?”

“Yes. Please.”

Angel tucked Spike under his arm. If this was the last night he and bunny Spike were to spend together, they’d better make it special. He started backing towards the staircase.

“I’m just going to…see, I keep him. I keep him in my room because…you know, otherwise he just causes trouble. So this way I can keep an eye on him. But he’s not! He’s not sleeping in my bed. Because, you know, that would be weird. Really weird. And kinda wrong. …Okay, g’night!”

Met with three blank stares, Angel turned and hurried up the stairs with his precious bundle.

… “Is it just me, or has he gotten even weirder?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.”

“Without a doubt.”

A/N: yeah, that’s right. I said Childe. his fuzzy little Childe. filthy, furry beast that he is. *snerks all over herself*

the startling conclusion to be posted tomorrow. hahaha.