MMG Fourth Monday

Bunnies are great for both moral support and pampering.

 “Come on! You can do it!” a single voice shouts far louder than all others in the arena. The voice is soft and feminine, but at the same time, it has the most energy by far. There are none in the arena who can compete with the fiery excitement within her voice.

One of the men skating on the ice recognizes that voice as the voice of his beloved wife. It’s embarrassing being able to hear her so clearly despite there being thousands of other cheering spectators, but at the same time, her spirit reaches him and fills him with the resolve required to give this game his hardest until the end.

They’re down by two goals with only four minutes left in the period. Larger comebacks have happened, and he’s been a part of them, but everybody has to try their hardest if they want to win.

“It’s a two on one led by Grets to Krosbin to Grets and it’s a one-timer deflected by the blocker,” the announcer’s voice grows increasingly excited and fast, “but he wasn’t able to secure it, Krosbin gets the rebound and shoots but it’s deflected again! Wait! Here’s Grets with – goal! Twenty-nine, Marcus Grets, has scored and brought the score up to three-four! Did you see the way he batted that deflection into the net? You don’t see that often! That’s the kind of play you see in baseball, not hockey! This just goes to show how the rising star of—”

Even the announcer gets interrupted when a certain girl starts screaming at the top of her lungs in excitement! “Goal! Goal! I told you could do it! My husband is the best hockey player in the world – in history!” she screams while hopping up and down.

The two boys sitting next to her are drawn to a couple of large things bouncing as she hops, but their mother catches them staring and pulls on their ears.

“I’m sure those of you following this team are familiar with twenty-nine’s wife. I’m telling you, we’ve got to get her up here sometime to help us,” one of the commentators says.

“Ain’t that right. There she is on the screen now,” the other commentator says.

After showing the scorer getting hugged by his team on the screen hanging above the ice in the center of the arena, the display switches to showing a certain girl standing next to the glass hopping up and down. Not only is she hopping up and down and giving any men near her a show to rival that of the hockey game, but she’s waving a sign around that reads, “29 IS THE GREATEST PLAYER AND HUSBAND IN HISTORY,” while also wearing a headband with the team’s logo, stripes with the team’s colors painted onto her face, her husband’s jersey, and matching sweatpants and shoes. It is clear that, when it comes to twenty-nine, Marcus Grets, there is no bigger fan than his wife.

It is hard for those seeing the screen to know what to look at. Should they look at just how rabid of a fan she is, or should they look at those huge, floppy and white ears hanging down the sides of her head? Should they look at that long, white hair that has been messed up from all of her hopping and cheering, or those massive mounds underneath the jersey that seems to steal the attention of any and all male viewers? She has the body of an adult, and a very lucky adult at that, but her facial features are all small and cute just like that of a bunny’s. Of course, it makes sense to have a face as cute as a bunny’s when she is a rabbit.

As embarrassing as it is, and despite knowing that he’s going to get a bunch of online comments from people getting on his case about being too romantic instead of focusing on the game, Marcus skates over to where his wife is and “hugs” the glass. His wife doesn’t waste any time in dropping the sign and “hugging” back against the glass.

The two boys next to her get distracted again when they see those massive things on her chest pressing up against the plexiglass, but this time, their mother smacks them on the back of their heads.

Though, as soon as the mother notices that her smacks were shown on the big screen for everybody to see, she pampers her two precious little angels.

“You’ve got to admit, not only is he doing great things for hockey and is one of the spokesmen for the movement to introduce safer gear to help better prevent concussions, but to be a professional athlete dating a demi-human is doing great things for cementing equal rights,” one commentator says.

“You’ve got that right. Let’s face it, with as much money as he has, and good looks to go with it which we both know isn’t that common in this league, he could have anybody he wants! Instead, his recent marriage to a demi-human has done great things for human and demi-human relations,” the other commentator says.

They get back to commentating the game as soon as the puck drops.

With the drop of the puck, the demi-human of a wife goes back to cheering. She even manages to get her entire section cheering with her, and once the section starts cheering, the rest of the arena starts to cheer as well!

There are only two minutes left in the game now and another goal is required to at least take the game into overtime.

Those two minutes feel like hours for twenty-nine’s biggest fan. They are fighting up until the very final seconds of the game.

“It’s twenty-nine again on a breakaway! Only three seconds are left, he shoots, and it goes in just after the time runs out! A goal this close hasn’t happened since ninety-nine! Huge disappointment for the home team, but wow, those last few minutes were some of the best hockey I’ve seen this year!”

“That totally went in before the game ended! It’s a tie! Come on, overtime! He deserves overtime!” a certain wife shouts and only gives up when her husband skates by and shakes his head. He knows that it was just barely too late, and now she understands it as well.

A short time later and the two lovers are in a car on the way home.

“You totally tied the game still. I don’t care if the timer ran out, like, if it’s that close, it shouldn’t matter!” she says.

“It’s alright, Buns, there’s always next time,” Marcus says.

“Buns” may just be a cutesy nickname for her, but it’s one that she absolutely adores and it always brings a smile to her face when she hears that name leave his lips.

“Your cheering was as loud as ever,” Marcus teases.

“Of course! I have to always cheer for the best husband and hockey player in all of like, history – of ever!” Buns says with a pout and pokes his arm. She takes this all very, very seriously.

“Remember how everybody wanted to ban you from attending because they said you were too distracting?”

“I do! They were like, so rude! Gosh, just because I wanted to cheer for you… I mean, I kinda get that they thought it was overboard because we were only together for like a week when I went to that first game, but it only took me a week to discover how great you are!”

“And to think that you had no idea what hockey even was before dating me.”

“I know! It’s crazy, but it also really sucked because everybody thought I was a gold digger! Like, seriously, so rude!” Buns huffs and angrily taps her feet.

“But now everybody loves you and you’re basically our unofficial second mascot, so it all worked out.”

“It – it’s kind of embarrassing when you put it that way,” she says, her cheeks now turning red as she looks out the car window.

“That’s what embarrasses you? Not screaming loudly enough that you can’t talk afterward most of the time or the fact that you have no problem calling me the best and saying how much you love me in front of thousands of people and millions during the playoffs? Not the fact that fans of other teams still want you banned?”

“Of course none of that embarrasses me! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to expressing your undying love and admiration!” Buns says, her cheeks puffed up in another pout as she stares at her husband.

Marcus pokes her cheeks to deflate them without ever taking his eyes off the road. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ridiculously in love!”

“Can’t complain about that. Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of service when we get home to make up for it.”

“Nope! You played super hard like always, so you deserve to be pampered! I’ll let you use my lap as a pillow again!”

Marcus only takes his eyes off the road to glance at her thighs. As much as everybody likes to look at her for her chest, he’s personally fond of the thick, soft thighs that she has to offer. Even if she doesn’t look that much like a rabbit outside of her ears and the short little bun of a tail she sports that has a small hole cut for it in her sweatpants, she is just as soft as a bunny all over.

“But, what about this: what if by letting me pamper you for once, that would relax me and give me just as much pleasure as letting you pamper me?” Marcus asks.

The question sends his wife into a borderline existential crisis.

It’s her duty to take care of him and pamper her, not the other way around! Yet, if he could achieve such satisfaction by being the one to pamper her, then would it not be the right thing to do to let him pamper her? Would it really be okay for her to be that spoiled? She’s already more spoiled than she could have ever imagined just by being with him, but actually letting him pamper her?

Even if this wouldn’t be the first time, just the thought of it causes her legs to excitedly bounce as she mumbles and goes over whether she should allow it or not. She really, really wants to be pampered by him, but at the same time, she really wants to pamper him!

“I have a deal,” she says in a serious voice. “We’ll pamper each other. Ten minutes of you pampering me, then ten hours of me pampering you.”

“I do need sleep, you know,” Marcus answers. “But, I don’t mind taking turns.”

“Deal!”

“But, I’m going to pamper you so hard that you won’t be able to stop me from doing it until you fall asleep!” he challenges her in a dramatic voice.

“Nuh-uh! I’ll resist, somehow! I’ll resist and then I’m going to absolutely pamper you until you fall asleep! I’m going to win!”

“You always call me the best of all time, so shouldn’t I be the one winning?”

“But I’m the best wife of all time, so that means I win!”

“I want to argue with that logic of yours, but nothing comes up. Damn. I guess you’re right, you win.”

“Ehehe, of course I win! Being the best wife and pamperer is one thing you can’t beat me at! You can be… the best pampee!”

“That sounds like some off-brand baby diaper.”

Sitting at a red light, the husband and wife look at each other and start laughing.

The real game of the night is on as soon as they get home.

“My ten minutes are first,” Marcus says.

“Fi-fine! But I won’t let you win!” Buns declares with crossed arms over her chest.

“First, pajamas.”

The two switch into their pajamas. While pajamas for him really just consist of some shorts and nothing else, she wears fluffy pants and a tank top that really does nothing other than to remind him of just how incredibly busty she is.

“I should really shower first in case I do accidentally fall asleep,” Marcus says.

“Nope! You’re going to fall asleep all sweaty and stuff whether you like it or not!” Buns tells him.

“You’re just a pervert who likes it when I smell bad. You’re so weird.”

“It’s – it’s not weird! I… I just like how manly and stuff you smell, okay? N-now, onto the competition!”

“Alright, alright. First, let’s see… since you always give me your lap as a pillow, how about I do that for you?”

Buns’ ears jump halfway up before flopping back down as her entire body straightens up, her face red and her green eyes wide. “You – you’re going to give me a lap pillow?” she asks, fidgeting where she stands.

Marcus sits down on the couch and pats his lap. “Yep.”

Buns cautiously walks over to the couch. She knows just how powerful lap pillows can be, so to get one from him – they may have been married for a while now, but this would be her lap pillow first!

“You alright?” he asks when he sees her standing still and breathing as if she’s about to go into labor.

“I – I am. I’m just mentally preparing myself,” Buns answers before taking a brave step forward and sitting on the couch. “Are you ready?”

“I think I should be asking you that.”

With a racing heart and bouncing legs, she carefully lies down onto his lap and grows a massive smile as soon as her head makes contact with him. He may be more muscular than her, but being a hockey player means he has great legs. Having great legs means he has great thighs. Treating his lap as a pillow is just as nice for her as it is for him to get one from her!

More importantly to her, his strong scent causes her to wrinkle her nose happily nuzzle her head into his lap.

But, she wants more of this scent.

She turns over so that she’s face-down in his lap because of course that would bring her closer to the scent, right?

Needless to say, the scent is much stronger when she does this and it doesn’t take long for her to get another reaction out of him.

They end up pampering each other at the same time.

The next morning, Marcus opens his eyes to see himself lying on the couch with her lying on top of him, her face nuzzled against his chest and her limbs wrapped around him.

“You’re supposed to be a bunny, not a koala,” Marcus tells her, running his hand along the back of her head before leaning up and kissing the top of it.

They may be naked now, but given just how warm she is, he’s not going to complain. She makes one heck of an effective heater.