I let out a firm squeak as I was woken up suddenly with a pounce from the bunny – that cotton tail landing firmly down onto my upper thighs and making me let out a rather heavy grunt and squirm. I cracked open my sleep covered eyes and stared a little blurry at Andy in front of me.

“Morning stud,” he says with just a bit too much energy this early in the morning. I gave off another heavy groan as I weakly blinked a few times, trying to turn onto my side and push the rabbit off my legs. But, he had me pinned down rather firmly, his heavier body no match for my morning struggles.

“Come on, I’ve made you breakfast already sleepy head…” he added with a few little rabbit bounces on my thighs and groin, trying to stir me up a bit more.

I gave him a few sleepy pushes with my paws against his chest this time, trying to push him off and stop the bouncing. But, still being mostly asleep and in a strong morning haze, I could barely even manage to give him even a weak nudge backwards.

“Come on, it’s getting cold already….” he adds in, finally and mercifully slipping off to the side and landing down on the floor. But just as his large foot paws hit the ground again, a paw slowly grasped around my wrist and started to tug my arm, then my shoulder, then my whole body out of bed.

My upper body slid about a foot to the side, slowly dangling off the edge of the bed, before there was little more I could do to resist. “Alright… alright… I’m up…” I say with a growling yawn, my words still slurred a bit as I finally begin to inch the rest of myself closer towards the edge of the bed. My own foot paws are soon planted weakly on the ground as my toes give a soft wiggle, untrimmed claws tapping at that hardwood floor below.

“It’s on the kitchen table waiting for ya,” Andy says, seeing I was awake enough to at least sit up at this point. And that was good enough for him. Mission accomplished as he bounded out of the room to go chow down on his own share.

I just gave another sleepy yawn as I watched him - a nice drawn out one that lasted what felt like a good 15 seconds. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my paws a few times, licked the inside of my mouth to get the morning taste out of it, and then shakily started to stand up. I could feel my joints and tendons snap into place as my body slowly righted itself in a slow and straining kind of way. With a further lazy stretch I reached my paws to the sky, standing up on my tippy toes all the while to spread out my rather skinny and slender naked body. I let out a few soft grunts as my muscles pulled tight, and then relaxed, finally letting me make my way out of the bedroom with a few lazy, almost limping steps.

In the kitchen the bunny was already sitting down around that little island table in the middle of it all – his cotton-tailed rump firmly planted up on a stool and munching down on his own food. As he lifted up his fork to his muzzle I could see some fried eggs, hash browns, Canadian bacon, and a few pieces of toast all stuffed onto his plate. A tall glass of orange juice stood next to his plate which he reached for next to take a nice gulping sip. My own plate and glass weren't too far away from his, and that's where I directed my shambling towards.

I slowly wandered on over like a crippled old man, pulling up a seat and sitting down next to the hungry bunny. I gave my eyes one more rub with the back of my paws before reaching out and sipping that juice, giving a few slow gulps before placing the tall glass back down.

“I missed cooking you breakfast hun,” Andy says with a soft smile between his nibbles, always being a quick eater as his plate was almost already half gone by this point.

“Mmmph, looks good…” I say sleepily, slowly lifting up my fork and cutting into my over-easy egg. I always took way more enjoyment than I should watching the yolk dribble out from the incision wound, staring at it for a good half a minute or so. “Been practicing, huh?” I add back as I watch the yolk dribble down into the center of my plate. I cut off a piece of the egg white and slide it through the dribble on the way to my mouth.

“Mmmm, a little bit,” he says with a soft smile. “I don’t get to cook for myself all that often, especially breakfast as I’ve gotta run off to work in the mornings, but… on the weekends I’ve been trying to improve with a few things – one of them being cooking.”

That made me give off a sleepy chuckle as I noded, digging into my breakfast wordlessly soon thereafter. We both busy ourselves with chewing and eating, although I'm never super hungry right up out of bed to be honest. Nevertheless, I can't help but polish off my plate, although well after the rabbit was done. I slowly get up with another creek of my joints before I take the plate to join it's buddy in the dish washer. Once it's safe and cozy, I close the door and start to head over to the couch, hearing the sound of the TV switch on. There I join the lazing rabbit with a thud on my rump, and rather quickly get those eager rabbit paws wrapped around my chest. With a sudden tug, and a small grunt from me, he pulls his head closer and finally leans it up against my side and ribs.

“Mmmmm, morning hun…” he says all dreamy like, clearly a bit surprised that I was finally home it seemed. It's almost like he still didn't believe it as his large eyes scanned up and down my body, finally meeting my own eyes as he looked up all the way.

But mine were mostly focused on the TV at this point – pulling up the remote from the table and slowly switching through the channels as I casually gave him a little stroke to the back of his head. “Mornin,” I say back finally, getting my voice up and back to a good solid level after a few clears of my throat.

“Mmmph, I missed you…” he says again, not seeming to have very far to go with this discussion. And everything out of his mouth was more than matched by his tight squeezes around my midsection yet again.

“I missed you too,” I say back rather flatly, scanning through the usual channels to see nothing much on. I plop it on something and finally just lay back a bit, letting the bunny fully crawl up into my lap and over my body. He wiggled in like he was getting snug for the night, and made me give out a heavy grunt yet again as the weight of the bunny settled down onto me.

He lets out a soft moan when he finally picks his position, happy to feel my paws slowly return his embrace and gently wrap around his back as well. That leaves us cuddling furry creatures to simply stare back at that half-interesting show on the TV as we enjoyed our relaxation for a bit. I didn't mind it too much though. I had skipped out on the post-sex cuddling with the bunny last night, so he was kind of due for some. And it also let me at least wake up a smidgen more in the process.

“Don’t you have work today? I think it’s Monday, right?” I finally ask during a commercial break, my eyes meeting the rabbit’s own longing ones with a small smile coming back tp me from the sight.

He gives me back a full grin before he chuckles, slowly saying, “You’re just lucky I didn’t take the whole WEEK off. I haven’t seen you forever hun! Besides Christmas, 4th of July, and the few shows you did in San Fran, it’s been a year and a half almost. I think that lets me stay this Monday, don’t you?”

I couldn’t help but nod at that needy little bunny, figuring this would be the case as soon as I'd gotten home. But, I was still too tired to argue, and I figured I'd let the rabbit enjoy his time off as I give him a few soft pats to his back. “Oh alright, I suppose I’ll let it slide THIS time…” I add with a chuckle, before going back to setting my eyes on the TV.

“So, how was the tour hun? Tell me everything,” he says on the next commercial, obviously only half paying attention to the show and just enjoying my company more – those lapine fingertips slowly rubbing in deeper into my still naked frame all the while as we laid there and lazilly cuddled the morning away.

“Heh, I told you already,” I turn my head and say to the rabbit, enjoying this lazy afternoon a bit as I shift positions on the couch slightly. My arm was going a little bit numb from the pressure of the rabbit's frame on it. “It was a LOT of tour bus, the insides of a lot of arenas, sound-checks and other boring stuff. Everyone thinks a tour is exciting, but it’s really not. I don’t get to go out and see the sights of the city we're in. I don’t really get to leave the arena complex even usually... I can see the skyline of the city we’re in sometimes from a window, but… that’s about as close as I got to the monuments. They even shipped our bus over to Europe this time, so we didn’t have to stay in any crappy hotels there again.”

I take a a small pause as I give Andy a once over gaze – those large ears up at attention as much as they possibly could be as he listened intently. With a small smile I continue with, “The shows in Singapore and Japan were a little odd as we had to stay in hotels there. We got flown over for that at least though. I had a day to explore Tokyo, almost getting lost with Rob (the band’s drummer, also going by “The Swarm” as his stage name) as he was looking for someone…. Heh, what a fun press release THAT would’ve been if we needed to call the police…”

This makes him give my sides a firm, protective squeeze before he slowly says back, “Awww, I don’t want you to get arrested… why were you following Rob anyway if you knew what he was looking for?”

“I dunno really,” I add with a small reminiscing chuckle. “We went out for sushi somewhere really good that he happened to know, and then I was kinda stuck with him I guess… but he seemed to know where he was going most of the time, and was able to avoid the crowds, so…”

“Mmmm, sushi…” the bunny says softly, clearly stopping his attentive listening when that word hit his cute ears.

“You just ate breakfast!” I say back, slowly poking his chubby belly before quickly adding,“Fatty! Have you been keeping up with the gym at least? A Wednesday and Weekend session?”

The poke made Andy squirm a bit, and the mention of the gym made him blush. I could already tell that was a firm no. He didn't seem all that much heavier since I'd seen him last though, so at least he wasn't going overboard. Maybe a size or two pant wise bigger, but it was hard to say. My eyes gave him a quick scan, up and down, trying to remember if he really was any thinner last I saw him.

“I… I’ve been trying…” he says with a little squirm, looking away from me for a moment. “I’ve been doing it… most of the time… really I have. I miss a weekend here and there, and sometimes I’m tired after work, but….”

I stop that little display of trying to suck some sympathy out of me with a firm pat on his back, my eyes rolling a little as I slowly say, “Well, we’ll just have to get you back into shape then I suppose. This Wednesday is only two days away…” I add with a small smile, but groaning myself on the inside at the thought of hitting the gym on a regular basis again. Then again, looking down at my own slowly starting to form belly, from all that alcohol and fast food I'd had on the road, it might not be a bad idea for me to detox and start getting back on his program as well.

Andy groans at the mention of the gym before looking back up at me, slowly sighing and saying, “Well, I guess you coming back isn’t ALL good…”

This makes me smirk widely as I say back with a small squirm, “I can’t be perfect now, can I? What fun would that be?”

We cuddle on the couch for another hour or so, our program coming and going before I finally start to wake up a bit more and get a little bit antsy. I slowly get myself free of that tangle of bunny parts, getting up to get myself some water to drink. Once I was back up onto my footpaws I gave a yawning stretch, slowly saying out, “All right, I suppose I should get dressed... we should go out and do SOMETHING... I'm tired of being stuck inside buildings.”

I just stood there in the living room casually, letting my sheath and balls sway comfortably in the nice and open room. Normally when I was naked I was horny... ready to pounce on just about anything that came my way. But, with Andy around... I don't wanna say I wasn't attracted to him, or didn't like cuddling with him on occasion. That wasn't quite it. Andy was a cutie for sure, despite the bit of pudge he had. But, it was just... different somehow. Something made my mind calm down a little bit when I was around the bunny. I wasn't my usual horny self. I was more... normal? It'd been that way ever since the two of us started to hang out on a normal basis. I quickly found out that I didn't need that fuck at the end of the night if he was around. A nice night of sleep was almost welcomed in my usual ritual... at least if he happened to be sleeping in my bed with me at the same time. Anyone else I'd probably roll over and rut, but for some reason... that rabbit just didn't seem to have that effect on me. At least not most nights. There was always the exception of course – that wonderful exception...

“Awww, but I like you naked,” Andy says with a grin back at my nude form, slowly stretching himself out on the couch and knowing his cuddle buddy had left him for the time being. But soon he reached over to switch off the TV himself, sitting up and then standing up with a little shake of his T-shirt and underwear covered body. He brushed past me with a gentle strolling pass, giving my sheath and balls a little teasing grope as he did, before going over towards the sink to begin to clean the dishes and pans from breakfast.

In the mean time I just smirked and slipped off to my room, going through my rather neatly folded clothing that I'd left behind during the tour. I finally slipped on an old Slayer T-shit, found myself a nice comfy pair of boxer-briefs, and slid on a loose-fitting pair of jeans. I zipped and buttoned them up, and with a few looks in the mirror to make sure I wasn't hideous looking, I was ready to go. A few pats down on my messy hair with my paws, and I even looked almost presentable as I walked back out to the living room.

The rabbit had just finished cleaning up the last pan before setting it on the rack to dry when I wandered out. I gave a few firm brushes down my shirt and pants as I stood up in the living room, trying to get the feeling that they hadn't been worn in a year and a half out of them. But, surprisingly enough, they still fit. Although, I could tell that the pants were getting just a bit tight as I gave a small wiggle of my hips. Definitely time to start hitting the gym. This got a small chuckle from the rabbit before he slowly looks over and says, “Alright.. so... whats the plan for today then?”

I gave back a gentle shrug, knowing I didn't really have MUCH planned to be honest. But, after a moment of thought, I finally add in, “Well, I need a new Video Game. Last one I have is ancient, and I'm sure no one is playing it anymore. We'll see what I can pick up at the store. Then, I dunno, I'm pretty rusty with my disc golf I guess. I could use a bit of getting out in some fresh air. Not to mention it looks like a nice day outside. Um... then if you're good, since I mentioned it, we can go out and get some sushi for dinner...”

That last part more than anything got Andy's lips to crack into a quite excited smile, the lapine jumping up and down on his springy feet as he smiles and says, “I'm game, lets get going! The faster we get through the other crap, the sooner the sushi!”

This made me chuckle and poke his belly again. “Fatty,” I add before I just roll my eyes and head off to the bathroom, starting to get cleaned up in a good 5 minutes or so. The rabbit, complete with a pair of pants now, joins me for a few quick moments, and then we both start to stroll out of the house after picking up the necessary keys, phones, and wallets.

We strolled outside into the warm California sun as I had to shield my eyes for a moment at the sudden burst of light. “Now I remember why I hate going outside...” I say with a joking little chuckle as I slide my way to the garage. I walk up to the number pad on the side of the door and blank for a good moment, hitting a few number combinations and getting denied each time. It was the rabbit's turn to roll his eyes now, slowly pushing me aside and hitting the correct numbers to make the lock turn green on the pad. I just give the grinning bunny a shrug as I brush it off and watch the door slowly open, revealing a few of my cars to the world once again. It'd been AGES since I'd gotten behind the wheel myself, so it was no question that I wanted to be the one to drive into town today. It's not that I minded all TOO much being seen in that Pontiac Andy had, but... sometimes things just required a touch of class... and a slightly more powerful engine.

I quickly went over to the keyring hanger along the wall of the garage and picked up my “old faithful” set of keys, sitting right where they always were as if waiting for me to caress them once again. They jingled wonderfully in my paw as a wide smile crossed over my face. I turned my attention from my keys to the car they belong to: the bright yellow Lotus Elise. I made my way over while I unlocked the doors, and then jumped right on in. I could feel my ass slide in nicely into that sporty racing seat, almost feeling like it never left. I let out a soft moan as my digits wrapped around that thin and sporty steering wheel, draping them over it as I began to drum softly over the firm circle. After a few moments to take in the feeling of sitting behind the wheel again, I slowly popped open the trunk for the rabbit. I watched him come by carrying a rather large disc golf bag for himself, after making a quick stop at his own car, and a few of my own discs in his other paw. He slides them all into the now open trunk and then clamps it shut, climbing inside through the passenger’s side door and settling his own cute ass into that seat.

“Mmmm, I've missed this baby...” I say once the rabbit closes the door, with far more caring and devotion than I had with the same words for Andy yesterday. It obviously wasn't intentional by any means, but I just... well... I didn't notice it for the most part. It was an honest assessment. I HAD missed this car. Hell, I just missed driving after all that time on the tour bus. That free American spirit – driving wherever the hell you wanted to go, and sometimes just nowhere at all... breaking the boring monotony of just sitting on that tour bus as it lumbered along some interstate for hours upon hours...

Andy did give off a little shiver hearing my words come out like that, slowly letting his normally happy facial features fade a little as he noticed the unintentionally sincere tone in my voice. He lets out a little whimper at it, also slightly unintentional I'm sure, but I just kind of shrug it off again. I'm still far too amazed at the view from behind the steering wheel to really care at this point, although I figure out quickly exactly what I'd done. Feeling just a tiny little ping of guilt, I shut my muzzle and let my paws sliding over all the controls to make sure everything was in the proper positions. But, as Andy sat there and watched my fingers work, he could only try and pick his head up and cheer his own voice up as he slowly says, “It's quite the nice car Rick... I kinda missed riding in it too...”

But his words are almost cut off as I suddenly cranked the car over, a nice loud rev of the engine sending both of our fur standing on end. “Mmmmm, oh yeah...” I add back with a nice little nod of my head – getting my sunglasses out of their little cubby hole and sliding them up onto my muzzle before shifting into first gear. I don't quite peel out of my own garage, having a little more sense than that I like to think, but a nice quick lurching start sends both of us back against the seats as I start to race down the driveway. Andy lets out a sudden gasp as his knuckles go white, gripping onto whatever he could find to hold onto. I think he might of said something like, “Slow down,” or something equivalent, but the loud roar of the engine and the soft squeal of the tires as I pulled out onto the main road certainly engulfed those words and didn't dare let them go.

Soon enough though I start to settle down a little bit, the initial joy of driving a sporty car starting to fade into a somewhat routine drive on the highway. I try not to go TOO fast as the bright yellow sports car is definitely a cop magnet, found out the hard way over MANY occasions, but I still couldn't help punching it a few times just to get yet another small thrill here and again. And I always loved to make Andy's paws go white as he clenched onto whatever the poor rabbit could grab as well.

“S...slow down will ya... you haven't driven a car in... ages...” he says more than a few times, his paws firmly grasping the door handle for his life.

“Oh relax would ya,” I add in with a slightly annoyed tone as he tried to kill my fun. “It's like riding a bike – you never really forget. And for all the tour bus driving I did back in the OLD days... I think I've had enough time on the road to know how to drive...”

That doesn't help him settle down all that much as he nervously reaches down and checks his seat belt once again. He almost seems to need it too as I give a few quick swerves in and out of traffic, throwing both of our bodies against the doors on occasion. Through all the fun I try and keep one eye out for any flashing lights though. My other eye was busy staring down those slow cars and figuring out just where it's best to pass them of course. Yes, I was being THAT guy... the guy with the fancy sports car which normal drivers wanted desperately to see crash into something. Then smirk as they drive by in some silent revenge for the jealousy they built up watching me enjoy myself all the while. But I WAS enjoying myself, and I'd really only totaled one car in the past 10 years or so anyway. And it wasn't my fault that mini-van decided to swerve into my lane anyway, no matter what the insurance company said. So, with a few more weaves and heavy accelerations, I could only let out a little childish chuckle of joy as a decent bit of adrenaline flowed through my veins now.

Thankfully for Andy the ride wasn't TOO long until our first stop. After getting a bit closer to town, and finally exiting the highway, I only had to make a few more turns until my car finally came to a stop in that Gamestop parking lot. I jumped out of the sporty automobile and start to walk inside – the bunny's large legs still shaking just a little bit from that intense ride as he followed me in. But, despite my best attempt to give him a heart attack, Andy composed himself when we walked into that small game store. And, after a few discussions with both the bunny and the sale's clerk, I finally walk back out with 3 or 4 game cases in a bag dangling from my paw. I toss them into the trunk of my Lotus and jump into the car yet again, watching Andy's eyes go wide as I start up the car and pull out onto the road with a tire squealing burnout from the parking lot.

I tried to behave myself after that, I really did. And I thought I did a good job of it too, despite what the still tense bunny might have said to the contrary. But, I did my best following the traffic lights, stops signs, and crosswalks in town... maybe even the speed limit for a bit of the journey too. But, from the Gamestop it was only a 15 minute ride to the park or so. And in that time Andy had to stop worrying about the ride and start focusing into his zone for the big game. It was a bit easier said than done with the G-forces inside the sporty car pushing and pulling at him, but if anyone could do it then he'd be the guy.

Andy was good at disc golf – there was no doubt in anyone's mind about that. Good probably doesn't do the chubby bunny justice to be honest... more like nearly a professional. And he took it rather seriously too as I found out quickly. To become the Northern California Disc Golf Champion, and even place highly in the California Invitational, you needed to have a high level of dedication after all. And Andy was out on the course almost constantly trying to improve some facet of his game. And this was one of his favorite courses as well, so that didn't leave me with much hope of a good game today. But, I was used to it, and I just gave a little sigh as my car pulled into the thankfully paved parking lot and finally came to a halt.

It always made me kind of chuckle to look over to the bunny just after parking, seeing his rather intense eyes staring out at the trees of the park. He was focused, determined, and ready to go as he'd barely made a peep in the last ten minutes of the ride. If only he had that kind of determination in bed I thought with a small chuckle to myself as I opened the door and stepped out into the warm California sun. My door closed with a rather firm thud as I gave a quick stretch then started to move towards the rear of my car. I popped open the trunk and pulled out my own discs, letting Andy finally wander out and pick up his own heavy shoulder bag. I watched him throw it over his shoulder before I gently say, “You ready to go?” with another small chuckle.

“Mmmhmmm,” he just says back with a soft nod, slowly whipping out his phone and beginning to boot up the score keeping app on it. This takes another few minutes as I just casually start to inspect my discs – feeling them in my paws for the first time in a year and a half. I slide my fingertips over the edges, practicing my grip just like Andy had shown me so many years ago... and keeps reminding me of after I have a bad throw. After moving a few fingers around and getting a comfortable feel for the rim of the disk again, I start to slowly walk over towards the practice basket as Andy was still busy playing with his phone.

From a good distance away I throw both my mid-range and putter discs, each one flying horribly off to the side of their target and landing with a rolling thud on the grassy ground. With a grumble I take my driver and hold it – constantly walking closer to the basket and getting a good bit closer before letting it fly. It comes closer this time as the disc sails off to the side, but only by a foot or so. I'm at least semi-pleased with that, going to pick up my discs and take a few more warm-up shots before I suddenly hear another disc slam into the chains, landing perfectly in the bottom of the basket. I look up to see the bunny with a confident smirk on his face, standing almost all the way over by the car, hitting that shot with near ease.

“Nice shot...” I say, a little begrudgingly as I finally sink one of my own... from about 4 feet away.

“Mmm, don't worry,” he says as he comes to get his disc out of the basket. “You haven't played for ages. You just need to warm up a bit...”

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That was certainly the understatement of the century as we both watch and hear my first drive of the day smack loudly into one of the trees near the fairway, falling down dead and rather short of it's intended target. I give off a soft grunt as I stretch out my arm a bit more and start to swing it in a small circle to get it loose. I try to chalk up that horrible shot to a bit of rust in my game of course... but I knew that shot was rather par for the course. I move off the tee pad to give the rabbit of a bit of space while I let off another soft sigh of disappointment. Andy sets himself up and cocks his arm back, sending a long soaring shot expertly around the little group of trees in front of us when he releases it. The shot bends around them with a rather refined grace and a regal glide through the air before hitting the dirt about 10 feet from the basket and coming to a quick stop there.

“Nice shot...” I say again, still just a fraction testy at remembering just how badly I was going to lose. I didn't like losing obviously, and normally wouldn't stand for it if I did. You don't become the lead singer in a popular band by coming in second place of course. But, finally being outside, enjoying the sun and the scenery of the park, and not being crammed in some small tour bus or large, empty arena for a soundcheck almost made it worth it. Almost worth it, I tell myself, as my second shot also smacks into another tree.

“Man, you should've been a bird with all the trees you're trying to land on,” Andy says with a chuckle, moving up with me the 50 feet or so my second shot went. This got a heavy grumble from deep in my chest as I slowly picked up my disc and tried to curve it around the bushes in front of me. I let it go with a light back straining grunt, and watched as it curved far more than I wanted it to through the air. It landed with a little puff of dirt far to the left of the basket. Another approach attempt afterwords, and I was finally able to make it into the basket... after my first putt rang off the bottom of the basket with a heavy metallic thud.

Andy easily made his second shot soon thereafter, almost acting like it was just another day at the office for him. This made me grumble yet again as I slowly watched the rabbit put the score into his phone. 'Andy – 2. Rick – 6'

The rest of the day didn't go much better for me – Andy at least halving my strokes almost constantly on each and every hole. But, after the first few holes for a bit of warm up, I started to remember that I was playing against a champion. It wasn't about the score, it was about enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of the park. Getting the chance to take a nice stroll through the woods, and giving myself the time to enjoy it all as I took in the nature around me. Also, that nice fresh air felt heavenly inside my lungs as I took in as much as I could get. I loved not smelling sweat, propane fumes, and having to work in the extra humid atmosphere of a big arena with every breath I took. Of course, a little frustration set in every now and then as more of my 'easy' shots were sent flying into trees and tumbling down a bit into the shrubbery. But, after a few more tips from Andy on my stance and arm position, I could see myself drastically improving. And, by the end, I was almost to the point I was at before I left for the tour.

“And that's the game,” Andy finally says as he sinks his last putt casually, sliding the score into his phone before he slowly adds in, “Want to know the final score?”

“Not really...” I say with a tired little sigh, picking up my own disc from the basket before settling it comfortably in my paw.

“I'm at 41 it looks like,” he says as he looks at the score card, not seeming to care about my response. “And you're at..... well, it was a good rust shaking off game at least!” he finally adds in with a firm chuckle.

I just give Andy's shoulder a little bit of a punch as my tail whips somewhat quickly behind me back and forth, wanting to know just how bad I'd actually done. “Oh come on, I can take it... how bad?”

“Well,” he starts off again, “I got 41, you got... 126... so it was a close game...”

That gets a chuckle from both of us as I just shake my head. “Hole 15 got me...” I say with a soft sigh, starting the short walk back towards the car with the rather happy rabbit in toe.

“Sure, we'll go with that...” he says back with a soft chuckle, certainly not MEANING to rub it in, but... as with any professional not really being able to help it.

“Yeah yeah, well, as always the winner pays for dinner to make it up to the loser, so....” I say with a small grin, opening up my trunk and dropping the plastic discs inside. I wait for the rabbit to do the same with his bag before shutting the trunk with a soft thud.

“Grrr, I'll let you win one of these days... and then we'll go out to the most expensive restaurant in town!” he says as he climbs into the passenger's seat. I add in a small chuckle and soon follow his lead before I start the car up once again.

As it was we didn't go to the MOST expensive restaurant in town, but... this was certainly no gas-station sushi place. It was one of Andy's favorites, and I certainly enjoyed it a good bit as well. Decently high class sushi, without the ultra-high class atmosphere. Two guys, one in a Slayer T-shirt and the other in an old T-shirt so faded you couldn't read what used to be on it, wearing an equally casual set of jeans on the both of them, could feel right at home here. And we both certainly did as we relaxed and got ourselves comfortable, not feeling out of place one bit. We both seemed to know exactly what we wanted too as the waiter came over and got our orders too, almost as if we were regulars.

My eyes look up curiously though as Andy orders a whole sushi boat for himself. And when the waiter turns to me I only have a moment to respond with my fairly standard Dragon roll, Philly roll, and one of the custom rolls they had at this place that I loved so very much. “Hungry?” I say with a small chuckle as the waiter leaves, taking a sip of my recently poured water soon afterwords.

Andy just gives a soft little blush and gently says back, “Well, I haven't eaten here in ages... need to remember just how good it is... plus, sushi is healthy, right?”

I have a small laugh at that as I slowly say back, “Mmmm, water is healthy for you too ya know... unless you drink 5 gallons of it...”

“This isn't five gallons of sushi...” he says back quickly, protesting with a little whine as he reaches for a sip of his own water. “It's, like... basically a big meal for one...”

“It's supposed to be a meal for two...” I add back with a smirk.

“Yeah, well I'm splurging!” he grumbles with a little huff, settling back and pulling his glass of water back up to his lips for another quick sip.

We go at it back and forth for a bit more as I try to reach the bunny's stomach to poke it yet again, calling him a fatty in the process. But, he was a little too far on the other end of the small table for me to reach. He was even able to scoot back his chair into the isle when the I attacked him with with my long tail... almost sliding back into their waiter carrying someone else's food to their table in the process. This gets a laugh out of me before we finally settle down a little more and start to relax with the quiet oriental music playing in the restaurant. We begin to strike up some chit chat about the disc golf game yet again, and then about his work, and then my tour yet again. I eventually let the plan for the next few months slip during our chat – perhaps getting out a single or something and releasing it just in time for a summer festival tour. Andy lets out a little groan at that, knowing that such a deadline would only be a few months away. But before he could protest too much, our artfully wrapped food came diving on down in front of us both.

From then on the rabbit was set on auto-pilot as he pulled out the chopsticks and quickly started to dive into that boat. His side of the table was fast flurry of flying fish as he pulled off various pieces of sashimi and dipped them into the little soy sauce tray with practiced ease and grace. Then, there was my side... No chopsticks for me, just the good old-fashioned fingertips.

I slowly leaned in my paw to grip at a sliced portion of my roll as I pulled it away from the rest. I added in a nice solid dunking into my own soy sauce, then popped it quickly into my mouth. It wasn't the traditional way to eat sushi, or even a very dignified way most people would tell you, but it was damn efficient. No matter how good Andy was with his chopsticks on the other side of the table, even he couldn't help having a few pieces start to unravel as he dips and moves them around. I on the other hand was only suffering from a dribble of soy sauce down my muzzle from time to time, standard fare for such a dipping-crazy meal. All of my pieces stayed locked in place as I moved them to my mouth, smiling and quietly stuffing my own face all the while.

It wasn't long before the both of us were done though, with the rabbit taking first place in the eating contest. He'd always been a quick eater, so I wasn't surprised when I looked up to see him polishing off his plate with the last of the ginger on the side. I wasn't far behind though, remembering just how much I missed this place with a soft sigh and pat of my belly as I finished up. A small burp came out afterwords as I finally pushed my empty dish closer to the end of the table. “Mmmm, almost as good as in Japan...” I say with a nice grin over towards the bunny.

“Mmmph, I'm jealous you know...” he says back, wiping off his own muzzle with the thick napkin. “I've always wanted to go and get some sushi straight from the source...”

“To be honest, it's really the same...” I add in, taking the check from the waiter and slipping my card in, not even letting the bunny complain before handing it back. “Hell, to be honest, I think I like this place better... more.... fancy...” I add with a smile.

He doesn't seem to believe me as our waiter brings the check back. But, there's little Andy could say to argue as I scribble my signature down on the slip. I close the little black receipt book and slowly push my chair back away from the table. I give another small stretch, giving a soft and happy sigh at my full belly, before slowly getting up and walking back out to the car with a lazy stroll to my walk.

Andy lumbers on behind me in a slow, sleepy manner as well, neither one of us seeming in any hurry to move. We both let out another soft burp as we slip into the Lotus' sporty seats and strap in. I take a moment to adjust to the seat belt pushing on my fully belly, before switching the car on and pulling out of the parking spot. A few more turns and we were back on the highway, both of us nice and full and a bit quiet as we digested our meal.

With my full stomach I wasn't quite the speed demon I was on the way down either. And the firm rush of driving that car again for the first time in ages was now a slowly fading memory as well. It was becoming a little more routine now that I made a few stops, and had to deal with all the traffic lights and general traffic that killed the fun of driving. So everything was kept to a normal pace and tempo for the return journey as the car only hit a good 15 miles per hour over the speed limit for the duration of the drive. The chat was light as both of us just relaxed and digested – listening to the radio and on occasion singing along. We both seemed in quite the happy mood as a good meal certainly has a way of doing that, but it was a relaxing happy mood as we seemed more than fine with sitting and staring out the widows for most of the ride.

The sun was making it's last peak out over the ocean as my sports car pulls up into the driveway and settles in beside the Pontiac. I push a button on the key chain dangling from the ignition, before I gave out a lazy yawn and watched the door to my garage open up. Slowly I slip that beauty of a car inside and shut her off. I step out into the garage and pop open the trunk before going to place the keys back onto the keyring. In the mean time Andy dives into the trunk to get his gear, bringing everything back out to his own car and tossing it all in his trunk. He walks back over to my car and picks up the last tiny plastic bag, holding it firmly in his paw as he closes the trunk and walks over to where I'm standing. He holds out the bag and lets me grab it slowly, the game cases gently clanking against one another as they shift around inside.

“Well, I guess we know what we're doing for the rest of the night,” I say with a smile as the garage door slowly closes on us. I turn to the door from the garage to the house and punch in my security code, getting it right on the first time this time. With a few beeps, and a heavy click, I reach for the door with my free paw and turn the knob.

Andy follows close behind me as we step back into the house, clearing his throat gently before saying, “Mmmm, yeah, can we pop in that Rayman game while we're both here? I've heard some really good things about it, and it's multiplayer... we can both play...”

“We picked up some other multiplayer games too ya know,” I say back with a gentle grin as we both stroll deeper into the house with every step.

“Yeah, but you know I'm not great at shooters...” he says as we make our way back into the living room. This gives me all the reason I need to reach my paws up to my waistline and start to undo my pants. I pop the button free and let them slide the rest of the way down towards the floor before kicking them off. I give out a soft sigh and smile at the feeling of my legs now free to the air, although most of my thighs and groin are still covered by that thin layer of boxer-brief keeping all the good stuff at bay. Although, it was only so modest as my rather large balls filled out that bump in my groin nicely.

I finally give a lazy smirk at the bunny as I reach into the bag and pull out the Rayman case. I toss the rest of the games onto the coffee table before gently tugging at the shrinkwrapped plastic with my teeth. It peels off eventually as I soon feel the thicker plastic of the game case firmly against my lips and gums. I give it a few final tugs with my paws and nails to shred the last of the thin plastic, draping it onto the table for now before popping open the game case. As I walk on over towards the TV and the game system, Andy just plops his butt down onto the couch and picks up a controller. He reaches for the remote to the TV as well to change it to the correct input with a few quick button presses. By the time I pop the game disc out and slide it into the system, he has himself settled in with everything on the entertainment center ready to go. He leans back into the soft leather couch just waiting for the game to pop up before eagerly hitting play. I make my way back to the couch, tossing the game case down onto the coffee table, and grab a controller of my own. I take a seat near the other end of the large couch as the intro movie starts to play.

We both keep our focus on the TV for the next few hours as we make it through the first few stages of the game. For the most part it's a nice, lazy, and relaxing time as we platform our way to the end of each level. There's certainly a bit of cursing, name calling, and fist bashing when we can't seem to get our signals straight and reach for that common goal, but we slowly make it on through the levels one by one until Andy finally catches sight of the time. “Last level,” he calls before we put in one last mediocre performance and finish up with 4 out of the 5 goals complete on the level.

“Eh, good enough,” the slightly frustrated and tired rabbit says with a smirk, putting the controller down and cracking his fingertips.

I shut off the system and slowly watch the rabbit get up to his feet with a gentle yawn, paws extending in a lazy stretch before saying, “It's 10pm... I have to be heading out... work tomorrow unfortunately...” he adds with a little groan at the thought.

I soon join him up on my feet as I give myself a nice little stretch as well, all that sitting making both of us a little stiff it seems. “Mmmm, yeah, don't forget it's gym day on Wednesday... I'll be down at your place when you get home from work like always,” I add in with a little groan myself, already feeling the burn of going back to that evil but necessary place.

“Yeah yeah,” he says, hoping that if he didn't acknowledge it then the day would never come. But, once the dismissal was out of the way, he takes a few steps towards me and slowly lets his paws quickly wrapped around my back. He squeezes his arms and gives me a firm hug, laying his chin on my shoulder before sliding on in and giving me a peck to the cheek. “Love ya Rick, see ya then,” he adds before pulling away again.

I just give a little smile back before saying, “See ya then,” and then give him a little wave after he turns and heads for the main door. It's not long before I can see the headlights in his driveway, and hear the gentle revving of that engine as that Pontiac slowly pulls out of my driveway and down my long winding street.

With a soft sigh I walk on over to my pants and pull out my phone once the car is out of sight and ear range. I stay standing in the middle of the room as I slowly check my messages and respond to a few of them as well. But then my fingertips finally land on that lion boy's name, seeing he sent me a little picture of his cute, naked rump high in the air, tail wagging even higher above him. I grin hard and feel my groin stir a bit looking at that rather perfect ass on display in the image, and my fingers quickly type back, 'How soon can you be over?'

I don't have to wait long before my phone buzzes again, the lion's rump now being demoted to staying off screen in our conversation as I read back, 'half an hour?'

With another wide smirk I simply type back, 'I'll be waiting...' before tossing the phone onto the coffee table. I slowly ponder what to do in the mean time as my cock starts to make my boxer-briefs strain at the oncoming thought. I quickly shake out those thoughts though, not wanting to get started TOO early or else the lion wouldn't have anything to ride... So, I simply tear open another video game with my teeth and plop my rump back down onto the couch. And as I start to play, I do my best not to think about the cute little 'rawrs' that lion boy always makes when I go balls deep in that soft, fuzzy rump... such a distraction could almost certainly get me shot up and killed in the game. And oh boy do I ever die in some horrible, horrible ways...