Bunnery Shenanigans

For the past 29 days - funny, it's usually only 28 - life had exploded into the city streets. Feverent fucking seemed to just be a normal part of life for the past few weeks. At times, things felt as though they were to be pure insanity as common sense flew out the window in favor of following those primative instincts to make like a rabbit and multiply.

And despite everything, multiply they did.

The month following Matentines, the life born into Burrowgatory was of a new kind. The extremely literal kind, you may even say. Babies were being born in accordance to the heavy heat that lay over the city during the most unforgiving month of the year it seemed. To the point where even the church was overwhelmed and with weeks to go before Murmur picked up his latest batch of sinful rabbits to continue the cycle.

Truthfully, the idea of donning the nunnery garb left little to appeal to Mocha. But at the request of the nunnery who was in desperate need of extra hands, he would gladly do so. Not many succubuns really get to spend much time with the little buns they sire, and perhaps this was a good opportunity to get to know the reality of things after the fun is gone.

But the immediate feeling upon stepping into the church was immediately overwhelming.

"Thank you for the extra hand, sweetheart." Mercy's soft voice cut through the confusion, her hand softly pressing to his back. A sense of calm washed over him as the softer bun directed him through the chaos. "I know it may look a bit frazzled right now, but I promise that everything here is under control."

It felt hard to even be able to respond to her as he was moved around the site where so many came and went, bustling with baby buns wrapped up in their arms, crying, chaos. There were bunnery baskets set up all over the damn place too. The light filtering in through the stained glass gave a warm light to the room, but didn't hide the overbearing sense of everything that was currently taking place.

"Please, try not to let the scene overwhelm you any." As he is led, the crazy scene turns more serene as they find the room that finally just catered to the sleeping infants. "Since you're still extremely new to this, I only ask you watch over the sleeping ones for today. I'll pop in a few times to make sure all is going well, but otherwise you should be fine all on your own."

"W-Wait, wait! Seriously, that's it?"

"That's it. Now keep your voice down and relax. It's the easiest job I could give you for now."

Mocha is so busy being confused and concerned about the relaxed nature of Mercy that he doesn't even think to ask any questions before he's left alone with a room full of sleeping, baby succubuns. A soft sigh leaves his nose as the bunnery nun leaves the room to allow him to attend to his new duty. Which was honestly not as interesting as you may think. Not that he minded a little bit of peace in the absolute craziness that came with the following season.

And so, he slumps down onto the nearest seat and relaxed just a bit. Hopefully he wouldn't be asked how things went today - didn't want to leave an impression that child-rearing was easy as could be. Even if it felt like it in the hours following where he spent most of his time scrolling through his phone. Every now and again, a grown succubun would switch in and out sleeping and awoken tots. It felt like this was hardly any help to the church, sitting around and twiddling thumbs until night would creep in.

However, it became clear what his role was when a soft cry broke through the peaceful room.

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the soft sound, but relax when he realized what it was. Then jumped out of his skin again when he recognized that there were no other succubuns to come comfort the poor thing. Awkwardly, he poked his head out of the room to see if anyone was near to no avail. Oh jeez, he was going to have to take care of this alone?

As he approached the particular basket where he found a little bun, with fur tones of gentle blues and silvers. Truly, this small being would become a lovely succubun in the near future. But for now, it seemed as though it needed...something. Gently, he'd lift them up and hold them near his chest, petting it softly as he would an upset imp.

Fortunately, it seemed to work well as the tiny sniffles turned to absolute contentment. Babies are always quite funny in the fact that sometimes all they need is to be held. Before the babe could be laid back down, it snuggled closer into Mocha's chest, to his utter dismay. He could never leave now, stuck being the new sire for this little guy forever (Mercy will drag him back by the ear if he even attemtps it).

Any effort put forth to put the silvery blue bun back was met with more cries, and at some point, Mocha just decided to give up his dumb endevor of trying to put the infant back to bed, and go back to scrolling social media feeds in his chair with the bun still comfortably attached to him. With some of the extra fabric from the nun outfit, he was even able to drape it over the tiny being as it slept in the spot, content as could be.

Within the next hour or so, Mercy would come back in to check on Mocha to find the pair both completely knocked out. The tiny bun lovingly cradled by his chest as he rested. Was it safe? Not particularly. But the infant was now sound asleep and safe to move. She hoped he'd come back soon enough to volunteer again.