Rabbit Hutch III: Sweet Dreams

As a bun, Goetia was positively kicky. Having two other buns laying on either side of him stopped himself from kicking himself right out of bed or nest, but in doll form…

Skin pale like a fresh corpse, body just as still…it was a miracle his lovers got used to the glow of his body, but then again, they didn’t see the light behind their eyelids the succubun was subjected to on a regular basis. For sure he thought he was used to his own burning light, but then sometimes, like now…

Letting out a quiet groan, and then coughing at the taste of matcha in his mouth, his glowing eyes slid open and those two stars danced a moment before his gaze. Just as bright as always.

Rubbing his eyes a little, the gray haired succubun finally looked to either side of him, feeling better about sleeping out in the open when he noticed Byron and Imogen curled up right by him, sleeping peacefully. They passed out before they resumed bun form, before they could pop into the hutch to rest for the rest of the night. Champagne flutes lay glittering in the glass, boxes of mochi and wagashi mostly empty, a bottle of whiskey from somewhere…

Smoothing the blanket under him a little, Goetia tried to relax, welcome to sleep again…

It was a while of him laying there, breathing, willing himself to sleep. Eventually, just as he finally gave up, sleep took him in its stealthy embrace.

There was no dream when he first passed out, but coming back into restfulness, Goetia dreamt wildly.

Yards high, a giant standing taller than most buildings in Burrowgatory, his head hit the ceiling as he tried to stare down at the gathered crowd of succubuns around his feet. As a giant succubun, he provided light as he rose in the day, night was when he rested. Sometimes the sky ceiling overhead threatened to fall down over them, and he’d catch it and hold it up, finally pushing it back up into place.

And then, one day in this dream, he’d push much too forcefully…and somewhere far above him, cherubuns are knocked down and fall, people of the crowd around his feet having to catch them with the best blankets they had.

That dream ended with him finding Imogen and Byron on the roof of a taller than normal apartment, and to celebrate, he snapped his fingers–fireworks lighting from the snap.

Vaguely, half awake, he saw the colors of fireworks…and then again, he fell back asleep.

In this dream, all three of them were porcelain beings sitting in a large fountain full of wine. Imogen pulled a concealed bunch of grapes from her toga and dangled them up to his mouth, and he crushed the fruit between his lips, enjoying the sour wine that burst forth. Statue Byron just chuckled, raising up a golden sword as the golden scales in his other hand shine due to some untraceable light. Around him, it seemed to be day, but everything was obscured in clouds and smoke.

This dream replayed as if a recording, he knew it was a dream very quickly, but the delight that filled him perhaps willed it to stay longer. Suddenly, Byron’s sword is steel, and he strikes it against his own body. Sparks fly, and the wine they’re in suddenly ignites like nothing normal.

Again, vaguely awake, he isn’t sure if his eyes were open or he was dreaming of more fireworks. He feels himself blink a few time, long blinks, and then he’s falling–

–Imogen is feeding him that strawberry moon mochi. She’s giggling and smiling as he smiles back, enjoying the chew of the mochi, and the real strawberry flavor. It’s delicious, the most delicious he’s tasted…he just knows she had to have made, at the very least, this one herself, “This is delicious Byron, have a taste…”

The mass of the treat chewed up and swallowed, the other man was about to take a mochi himself after a sesame moon mochi, but was instead pulled into a deep kiss by the gray haired succubun. The taste of a nutty black sesame mochi fought with the refreshing sweet tang of the strawberry, Imogen’s giggles bubbled in the background, “I love you two!”

There’s a clinking of glass as she pours glasses of champagne, just two as Byron still holds his in hand…one for Goetia and one for her. His lips were still locked as she pressed the stem of the glass into his hand, and he finally parted from Byron, his smile already drunken as he faced his pink lover. Giving her a wink, he tipped his head back a little as he sipped the bubbly down…and not much long after, his tongue would tangle with hers too…

Over them, in the underground skies of Burrowgatory, the sky was still alight with fireworks through the rest of the night. This time, they couldn’t wake Goetia for even a moment, the gray succubun was safely tucked in the memory of their shared evening together…