Geo’s Bunny Birthday

Geo woke up just like any other day, leaning up in bed lazily and stretching his arms to the sky. There was something a little special to today though; his birthday and Easter both in the same weekend. There were all sorts of adventures he’d planned out with his dingo, Brighton, for the day. Movies and cooking and restaurants and hopefully getting Brighton to be an otter too. Rudderbutts were an important part of any raccoon’s birthday after all. Just needed to hop out of bed to get his hat and vest, then face the day.

It was only once the raccoon tried to push a blanket off his body that he realized anything might be amiss. For one, the comforter felt much heavier than usual. Sure he wasn’t a strong raccoon but a comforter? That was odd. He also found it was difficult to grip at the edge. It felt like his fingers didn’t want to bend properly, as if they were unable to put enough force onto the comforter to get a grip. Geo rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a hand and realized instantly what was wrong. It didn’t feel like his fur was there anymore. Instead, a soft, felt fabric pressed into his face.

He sat bolt upright and stared at his arms. Sure enough, his hands had been replaced with what looked like a soft and fuzzy set of mitts. Something similar to what he’d find on a doll or a plush toy. Geo forced the comforter off to get a better look at the rest of his body and realized that it wasn’t just his hands. The rest of him was covered in the felt, and his polyfill insides squished when he pressed into his thigh. Well this was quite the interesting way to start his birthday. It could always have been his dingo’s doing, but he couldn’t remember anything off from the night before; no spiked drinks or accidental experiment misfires. So how had he ended up in plush raccoon mode this morning?

The movement of his comforter disturbed a piece of paper nearby. Standing up on the bouncy mattress, Geo walked over and picked it up (after no shortage of struggles to get his mitts to actually grip the paper properly).

Geo,
Hope you’re having a good morning! Figured that I should
at least try to give you an appropriate birthday gift. It was
hard to manage when you’re several states away. But I think
you’ll find what I came up with should put a bit of a spring
in your step! ;D Enjoy your day, and hoppy Easter!
Alkali

Geo focused on the last few lines of the note a little more closely. Those puns couldn’t be a coincidence. Just what else had that devious kangaroo come up with?

“Mmm… good morning hun,” a booming voice said from the other side of the bed. Geo turned to face his husband, only to find himself face to face with a large rabbit. The lapine still had Brighton’s markings, but it was easy to tell he’d been made a bit larger than usual. Even considering Geo’s shrunken plush state. His legs hung off the edge of the bed, and a large tum was causing the mattress to creak and groan with each minute movement. It appeared that Alkali couldn’t resist bringing his dingo into the action. A giant, chubby rabbit husband wasn’t all that bad of a birthday gift anyway.

“Morning big guy. Sleep well?” Geo asked, without missing a beat.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, reaching out to grab Geo. “Looks like you found your gift huh? Alkali did a real good job on the plush rabbit potion.” Geo squeaked, half from being snuggled and half from surprise, as the huge lapine pulled him into the brown furred chest. A rabbit plush? His nose twitched with the realization that his feet were much longer now. He couldn’t feel a raccoon tail swishing behind either. He’d have to give Alkali proper thanks later somehow. Probably in the form of revenge. But for now, it seemed Brighton had already fallen back asleep in his drowsy state. That left Geo trapped by the enormous arms.

Rather than fight he merely cuddled into the warm fur of his husband. Quite an interesting Easter and birthday, indeed.