["As Yet Untitled 'Angel Hare' Story Concept - Incomplete Chapter One - 1.1 Version - By PseudoFox]

[Please watch the 'Angel Hare' online playlist of videos on YouTube first at some point to understand the background to this!]

There’s never really a good time to lose the ability to breathe.

I pulled open the tall white door to my cramped little apartment and tossed the ragged black suitcase that I’d carried over my right shoulder into the air a bit. It landed in the middle of the simple wooden floor with a slight noise. I glanced around my place. Naturally, it was just as I’d had left it.

Of course, I’d had no intention of spending an agonizingly terrible six days in the hospital when I left that one Thursday morning. I had walked to the local CVS to pick up some groceries and a prescription refill. I had ordered an Uber to take me to that one nearby library branch that had all those special DVDs, with racks and racks of them resting beneath that pretty skylight set-up that I had always loved. I hit my inhaler a few times. I felt more or less fine, though. Hell, I’ve not had to even tough personal walker for about a month and a half now, with it collecting dust in my living room corner next to my Aerosmith poster.

And yet the moment I’d taken a few steps through the automatic doors and slumped that one ‘Top Gear’ special into the little metal container besides me, I’d felt as if Joe Fraiser had socked me in the chest. I leaned up against the tall fern by the doors for a split-second. And then I’d simply collapsed onto the slick black floor. I suppose I should feel lucky to have this nonsense happen again while I’m surrounded by attentive little children who’d immediately freak out and yell for help. Better there than in the middle of a Pizza Hut parking lot again.

I shoved all of those memories into the back of my mind. The days and days of being confined in a hospital bed barely able to even turn my body to face the TV set would give me something like PTSD for ages and ages. I knew that. I didn’t particularly enjoy being told that another clot had appeared besides my lungs yet had somehow been naturally destroyed either. Obviously, I’d have my dose of daily blood thinners increased. I’d heard a lot more about managing my partial disabilities better. I’d had it all written down. I had no need to dwell on it all now.

“Time to sleep on my own bed. Thank God,” I muttered to myself, stepping across the living room and collapsing onto the bright blue comforter with a force like a demolished building coming down. I sucked in a deep breath. Thankfully, it all worked fine. I’d had enough beta-blockers, painkillers, anticoagulants, and the like pumped into my system this morning to ensure that. “Thank God.”

I forced myself to think of something positive. I had some pleasant things in my life. For all of the horrid turmoil between different members of my adoptive and biological families, plenty of them still liked me. Called me in the hospital. I wasn’t homeless. I’d no job, naturally enough, but I still had the determination to work out something with this state employment commission for “the disadvantaged” or whatever. I needed to speak positively about myself. I needed to believe that my life had a higher meaning and purpose. She always told me that. She was right.

“She always told me that,” I muttered. I flipped myself over and stared out at the TV and laptop set-up that I’d neatly arranged across a large black table besides my bed. “I can’t wait to see her again.”

It only took a matter of seconds before I started up everything properly and made sure that the HDMI to TV cabling had remained coiled up the way that I’d always liked it. I had such terrible OCD type tendencies back then. I even felt tingles of physical illness from having two coat hangers of the same color next to each other in my closet. I also even had the bins of stationary arranged besides my laptop stacked into miniature pyramids of ideal structure.

“Just a moment now.” I sat up straight on my bed and clicked a few devices to life. I waited with bated breath. I’d anticipated that moment for what felt like centuries. “There we are.” The TV set flashed that incredible photo that I’d taken of Paul McCartney’s last New York City tour in the background of a family of colorful icons.

I let myself smile. I clicked on the large golden halo with a single white wing thrusting through it. I waited.

I’d loved the ‘Angel Hare’ program. I’d never come across somebody who hadn’t. Of course, a ton of kids who had lived through the 90s hadn’t ever seen that obscure little cartoon show, especially since it had gotten made by some fringe Christian business out in the boondocks. I had warm feelings of nostalgia when I haunted a bunch of weird imageboards a few weeks ago and seen some recently drawn fan-art. I didn’t think that much of it, though.

I’ve always liked offbeat media that even your standard online chats would draw a blank on. At first To their eternal credit, my parents to varying degrees accommodated that over the years. Other kids went through graphic novels with Batman and whatever flavor-of-the-month villain he was up against. I obsessively tracked down every single ‘Far Side Gallery’ collection that I heard of. They were listening to Van Halen and Whitesnake. I was listening to Petra and Stryper. Not that I didn’t have my own David Coverdale t-shirt. I’d hate to meet the weirdo who didn’t like them too. I just never made any separation between Christian and secular media in my mind, although I didn’t bother doing the same with different types of the latter either. I’d watch ‘The West Wing’ after ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ the same late afternoon and then follow it up with ‘Ally McBeal’.

The screen flashed a beautiful landscape of rolling hills and wide trees. The sky was coated with puffy white clouds. A gentle instrumental tune began. It always reminded me a lot of McCartney’s smoother stuff with Wings.

“Angel Mikie!” I yelled out. I surprised myself for a moment at the sheer desperation in my voice. I cocked my head to the side and paused for a solid ten seconds. “Angel Mikie?” I took a gulp. “Angel Mikie?”

I heard a burst of rustling sounds. Joy rippled across my entire body as I saw a greatly familiar anthropomorphic hare with a bright yellow outfit and fluttering white wings popping out of a particularly thick bunch of clouds. I thrust myself up to the screen.

She had on such a gigantic smile. It somehow matched her big nose perfectly. Her eyes looked wide as dinner plates. I’m sure that my own looked the same.

“Anon! It’s you! It’s been a while!” The angelic cartoon zipped downwards onto the green grass and landed besides a flat brown stump. “I’m so glad to see you, Anon!” She clutched a small black box from atop the stump and scurried straight over to the middle of the screen. “You don’t have to explain anything, really, if you don’t want to!”

“I missed you, Mikie,” I murmured. I held out a hand and pressed it against the screen.

She did the same. I tried not to cry. I cried anyways.

“It’ll all be fine. Anon. Trust me.” She gazed straight at me. I gazed back. “I really do want to know what’s happened, but you absolutely need to take your time. Get back on your bearings.” She shifted her head a little bit in a way that rubbed the tips of her ears against the top of the screen, with my own scruffy hair pressed up against it as well. “I’m here for you. I always will be.”

I had no clue what to say. I went by instinct. I often did that.

“I love you,” I declared, still tearing up a bit.

“I love you too,” Mikie replied happily, blinking rapidly and wiggling her wings.

“I’ve been gone… as you know… it’s been… six days…”

She narrowed her eyes slightly. Yet her voice lost none of its infectious charm. “Gone where?”

“Center Street Methodist Hospital.”

“Oh…” The cheerful colors rippling across her white furry body seemed to grow a little bit grey as her ears also drooped slightly. “I’m... so, so sorry, Anon.”

I decided to spill my guts out rather than wait. It seemed for the best. She patiently listened to every single word. I included a great deal of ranting about my insurance company and the present state of diabetic related medical research along with a lot of things not totally related to why I’d been hospitalized in the first place. Of course, given her endless wellspring of compassion, she took it all in and continued to press various limbs against the screen at times, offering as much contact as she could for a cartoon character.

“There’s something… else…” I began after a long pause.

“I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Mikie had on a more authoritative tone of voice. It seemed to help. Despite her appearance, I felt constantly reminded that she was literally thousands of years older than I was. “Go on.”

“We had that one conversation before. About being more active. Talking to other… whatever we should be called… other ‘former ‘Angel Hare’ kids’… men and women plus teenagers doing livestream stuff,” I rambled on, struggling to find the right words as I leaned back and scratched all over my left cheek, “That Jonah guy? That one woman with the huge, fluffy haircut? I can’t recall her name. Anyways, there’s got to be some way that they can help me explain all this.”

“All this.” Mikie repeated me in a flat fashion. She didn’t appear concerned or in any way unhappy, yet I could tell that the wheels had started turning inside of her angelic mind.

“Like I said before,” I continued, “this whole situation has been surreal. I can barely say it all out loud. First, I bounce around online chats. I save a lot of fan-art. I get recommendations for indie games. I sink into all that nostalgia. I relax. Second, I come across ‘Angel Hare – Adventures of the Hidden Wood’ through some random-ish Dropbox link. I know it was just one of many cute little video games that one cartoonist lady went through on YouTube… alongside ‘Freddie Fish’ and ‘Pajama Sam’ plus all that Windows 98 type stuff that I obsessed over once upon a time.”

“And you didn’t do an anti-virus scan first.” Mikie grinned in a mischievous fashion, with me wishing so badly that I could reach through the screen and pinch those pretty cheeks of hers.

“Yeah, I know,” I said with a little chuckle, “and so, third, I find myself playing this silly little RPG that doesn’t just know my name without me typing a single letter but somehow brings up all of these creepily specific things about me. Favorite Beatles song. Favorite Ramones song. That they’re tied as my favorite bands. Names of my childhood bullies. Names of my childhood pets. Even names of the doctors who tried ever anti-acne medication out there on me. My goodness.”

“We know what we need to know to help our children, Anon,” Mikie confidently declared.

“Seriously, like, even if you constantly bring up this ‘we’ talk,” I went on, feeling a bit concerned, “I can barely take this all in. Even if it’s been multiple weeks. Even if I’ve traded enough DMs to know that I’m not exactly alone. Come on, Mikie? Angels are real? And they’re these odd little shapeshifters following us whatever we hear, read, see, or whatever else? And they haunt all this technology? And hundreds of thousands of us have one? Our own personal one?”

“Yes,” Mikie interjected, the hare playfully shrugging, “that’s the gospel truth.”

“I mean, look, I wasn’t exactly raised as some kind of book-burning fundamentalist or whatever,” I said, sighing in frustration, “and you, of course, know that, but I still have trouble understanding that I’m just not crazy. That I’m just not very ill.” I stopped myself cold. I felt a wave of spiritual darkness going over my entire body. Somehow, Mikie sensed this as well and shifted about from behind the screen. “Or, I mean, that I’m just not… very ill… in a different way… in addition to all of this nightmarish shit already.” I awkwardly coughed. “Pardon my language. Please.”

“Everything will work out, Anon.”

“I can’t keep this a secret, or even a partial secret, for long,” I muttered under my breath. I then shut my eyes for a few seconds.

“I’ll give you instructions and work things out with you. It’s a matter of coordinating things with the other ‘Angel Hare’ heroes and heroines that I’ve told you about. There was a whole series of games. There was a whole set of special episodes. A lot of us have had a lot to do. I’ll work that out. I promise. And you know what it means when I make a promise.”

Instinct kicked in again. I didn’t know why. It just did.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I really love you.”

“Yes. I love you too.”

“It’s more than that.”

“More?” Mikie appeared genuinely confused. Her ears dipped downwards.

I didn’t know what to say at all. I didn’t know how to even begin to intellectually frame the questions that I wanted to ask. It had gotten so serious. I didn’t just want to ask so much. I needed to ask so much. I had to confess. I had to get answers. And I had to somehow understand deep down why a life that had fallen more and more apart the past few years, to the point that I genuinely wondered why I even bothered to get out of bed every single morning, got a burst of meaning and purpose as sudden as being literally struck by lightning.

“I love you. In that way. In all ways. In all the ways.” I decided to stare at the ceiling instead of taking in Mikie’s glorious face for another second. That somehow helped. “I really love you. I made a promise too, Mikie. A promise to myself.”

“You did?” Her tone of voice had both genuine compassion and genuine curiosity.

“I’m in love with you.”

I let instinct win yet again. I hopped right from my spot on my bed and gripped my entire TV set with my arms, grunting loudly as raw emotions surged throughout my head. I couldn’t give Mikie the full embrace that I so desperately craved. I could still try. My fingers tightly gripped the cold black plastic.

“Anon…”

“I love you. Agape love. Eros love. All of it. Any of it. I don’t know how to explain this in ways that somebody who’s literally thousands of years old will… like… I get that this is like a dragonfly confessing his love to a tortoise or something, really? Maybe? Or like a piece of tissue paper confessing his love to a mountain. I just… I simply feel what I feel.”

I sucked in a deep breath and prepared to cry once more. However, the tears didn’t come even as my voice dripped with needy feelings. Despite the simplistic nature of the cartoons across the TV screen, I could still witness so much in Mikie’s eyes. She was beyond strong. She was able to make one beyond safe.

“When I had my darkest times at the hospital? When I went over in my head all those tiny little blood vessels, all weak and all delicate, that had gotten all torn up? When I couldn’t feel anything except those nasty metal needles jammed through my arms pumping in freezing cold chemicals? When I glared at the big boxes coated in buttons and wires wondering why I even had been put on this Earth in the first place? I thought of you! You!”

“It’s… it’s a lot… but… Anon… I’m,” Mikie murmured, the angelic hare clearly going through such strong emotions herself, “I get it. I really do. I understand exactly what you mean. And why you mean it.”

“I promised myself. I love you. Angel… mine. I love you. Hare… mine. I will always love you.” I clutched the TV set so tightly that I didn’t even care about breaking it forever. “I want us to be special together. I need us to be special together.”

A solid minute of silence passed. I finally pulled myself off the large black device and lay back on the bed. I shut my eyes. I let my arms and legs dig into the comforter.

“I understand,” Mikie finally replied.

To say that I ‘didn’t want to hear her put things that way’ would’ve been an understand akin to calling what the Titanic had ‘a concerning little leak’. I took in the biggest, deepest breath that I could. I spread my arms out a bit and slid them underneath a set of fluffy pillows.

“I love you too. I’ve always said that. I’ve always meant that,” the soft, girly voice that I couldn’t see at that moment went on, “and I’m going to say more now. I’m ready.”

I opened my eyes up again. I remained in place atop the bed. I heard the angelic hare moving about from behind the screen on the nearby TV set.

“I do. I love you. I’m willing to love you back. In that way. To really love you back.”

“You… you mean it?” I don’t think I’d ever asked a question with more of a begging look and desperate tone of voice my entire life. “Mikie?”

“I can love you.” After we gazed at each other’s faces for a few seconds, she bent over and picked back up her mysterious little black object. “I shouldn’t. Not in that way. There’s a lot that you don’t know. There’s a lot that… given your situation and what you are… biologically… spiritually… that you simply can’t know. That you’re not capable of understanding.” She unscrewed the end of the object, which began to resemble something like a lipstick container only with its end glowing a bright blue color. “It’s difficult to even start to talk about. I think you can understand… at least… that I’m willing to break a recommended guideline. And that’s serious. The next step beyond would mean breaking a rule. Not a commandment. It’s not… we’re not sinning.”

“Sinning,” I repeated. I nervously scratched across my head. “This wouldn’t make you a ‘fallen angel’ because you wouldn’t technically be sinning… I suppose.”

The sheer absurdity of the moment struck me. I had been gazing at a 90s cartoon character that apparently served as the physical avatar of a divine being. She was a spiritual entity powerful enough to sit down on the sun’s surface and relax like a tourist on a Caribbean beach. She was also old enough to have accompanied the Israelites across the parted Red Sea. As well, she was not only the most beautiful lady that I’d ever seen yet had the most compassionate, knowing voice that I’d ever heard. She somehow, nonetheless, went through life as a cute little prey mammal with a big nose begging for tickling that was constantly trapped behind artificial screens, with her usual size being a bunch of pixels small enough to fit on a Pepsi can.

And I was head over heels in love with her.

“I got this present for you before you fell ill,” Mikie chimed in, snapping me out of my deep reflection, “and it took a lot of work from certain individuals who’s names I can’t disclose yet.” She positioned the lipstick container looking device above her head in the air. Its tiny end glowed more brightly than ever before. “You’re a smart guy who studied this sort of thing in college, like you told me, so, yes, I’ll tell you before you even ask. It’s radioactive. That’s the exact same visual effect that you’d see if you looked straight into a nuclear reactor.”

“Uh… alright…”

“Now, then, this is going to look uncomfortably odd at first, and you need to brace yourself because it’ll just get weirder from there, “Mikie went on. She threw her arm back and threw the small device forwards. It landed on the other side of the screen in the exact middle of the whole scene. “One moment.”

I blinked anxiously. Had I been watching a live news broadcast, instead, I’d have been able to immediately tell that somebody had stuck a physical object onto the camera’s lens. Yet I was looking at cheap TV’s expanded projection of a silly animated video game on a rinky-dink little laptop. I tried to think. From my angel’s perspective, she apparently had seen me easily over the past multiple weeks from her place behind the screen to the point that I could swear that she maybe could look straight through the walls and spy what I did in the kitchen or anyplace else. I could hardly pretend to understand the science involved.

“Reach in, please,” Mikie commanded, putting a bit of force into her voice.

“What?” I asked. Confusion rippled across my senses.

“Best way to explain this is… maybe… oh, yes, think of your TV as now some kind of nature diorama at a science fair! Or think of it a fishtank that you’re looking straight down into!” A wave of excitement burst across Mikie’s body. Her head slipped from side to side as she spread out her wings. “You can feel free to reach directly in! Literally! Simply hold up your arm, stick out your hand, and push it forwards over above me!”

I had absolute confidence in that hare. I was willing to have her lead me to the ends of the Earth. I had comparatively little trouble in living out a madcap, ‘Looney Tunes’ scenario as I did what she had commanded.

My heart just about skipped a beat as my hand slipped right through the screen and appeared in the air above the angel. Oddly enough, the first thing that came to mind were memories of being a little child poking my finger into gigantic pieces of Jello. Despite all the ways that one would expect a guy in my position to react, I just let out a long, content sigh of relief.

“I knew it would work!” Mikie beamed with raw energy.

“I’m speechless,” I finally remarked.

I shifted my arm all about. I moved around my fingers. I then swung my hand from side to side and deliberately ran it into a large bush coated in bright green leaves. It felt the same as any regular shrubbery by any regular house in any regular neighborhood. I somehow still couldn’t accept psychologically what had happened.

“So, yes, Anon,” Mikie declared. She clapped her paws together in anticipation. “Would you like to go right back to what we were doing before?” She leaned her head far to the side and widened her eyes a bit. “With no screen being in the way?”

I listened to my instincts. My hand gently slid downwards and brushed across her left ear down to her cute cheeks. My fingers wiggled about as I tried not to get totally overcome with raw emotions. I’d pet a bunch of sweet-hearted animals before in my life, from cute cats to doting dogs and more, of course, yet Mikie had this purity to the touch that struck me deeply.

The contrast between my cold, empty-feeling skin and her hot, fuzzy-feeling fur seemed fantastic. I didn’t just get warmed up slowly but surely yet also had my soul seem more and more at peace. I pet more assertively by the second, and the angel appreciated my every move. While I clearly got far more out of the whole situation than she did, she gazed into my eyes the entire time and conveyed some kind of determination that I’ve found difficult to describe. I believe that she honestly felt proud of me in some way because I had accepted that I deserved to be loved.

“Remember, Anon, that you’ve got two of those!” Mikie interjected before letting out an anticipatory chuckle.

I let out a cry of delight, sounding more like a needy farm animal than a rational human being, and I thrust both arms out towards the hare’s sides. I assertively pet the soft fur stretching across her shoulders and neckline, my fingers sliding right under her shirt a bit, before delicately massaging her cute cheeks for a while. I went on to constantly massage every last inch of her pretty ears thoroughly.

Her little noises of bliss made me go on and on without thinking, and my waves of rubbing and scratching in the most caring way that I could possibly manage finally caused her to slip down, hitting her bottom flat on the ground. I went on petting her incredible furry body without even a moment’s hesitation. She started to suck in little breaths as the raw feelings of the moment finally got to her.

Finally, after time stretched to a point in which I’d almost forgotten the awfulness of the past several days, I leaned back a bit and stopped petting Mikie. I then stretched idly on the bed. My arms rested upon the sides of the TV set with my fingers casually dipped into the other world and wiggling about, with me looking a lot as if I’d been splashing playfully in a backyard pool like a little kid.

“That was something else,” I murmured, taking in all the fuzzy sensations of spiritual peace inside of me.

“You can say that again,” Mikie said with a loud giggle.

“It’s, just, well, there’s still, something else,” I began, slipping my head to the side and looking at the pile of pillows besides me. I’d clutched a bunch of them between my arms and legs night after night over the past few difficult years of personal struggles. Fantasies of everything from finding a girlfriend out of the blue to gaining a circle of close friends who didn’t mind a lot of cuddling and hugging had constantly dogged me. “Something that I’m not going to be able to live with myself if I don’t try.”

“I think I might have a clue what you mean,” Mikie remarked, although she glanced down at the ground and decided not to say another word. I got the sense that whoever had worked on that odd electronic device with her had warned her about getting too adventurous.

“Let’s see what happens if you hold your paws up like Francis getting caught with a one A.M. snack.” I watched intently as Mikie stretched her body out. Her wings swung up against her back and folded down tightly. “And I think you should basically just hold still.” I braced my belly and chest against the black table that held the laptop and TV set-up. I let out a few grunts of anticipation. “Here goes.”

I thrust my entire body forwards and clutched the hare underneath her armpits. Of course, having literally just gotten out of the hospital, I barely had any strength. I still summoned as much raw determination as I could and pulled with full force. A bewildering ripple of glowing blue sparks stretched across my sides. I panted anxiously. I kept on gripping the angel tightly and pulling my body back. Horrible noises like radio static mixed in the grinding of a hundred garbage disposals sounded off all around me. I remained determined. I felt myself somehow floating several inches upwards, and then I yanked backwards.

Before I could understand what had happened, I found myself lying flat down on my bed with Mikie spread right on top of me. Her ears twitched upon my cheeks as she rubbed her arms against my thighs. I blinked rapidly and tried to take in a deep breath.

Once I finally got the ability to both really move and think real thoughts back, I couldn’t help thinking of those classic Disney films, the ones in which cartoon characters and human beings dance together, sing together, and even trade fine alcoholic drinks together always being a favorite of mine. I watched intently as she eventually lifted her head up and shimmied her body to the side. Her face rubbed up against my neckline for a moment.

“It worked,” she muttered. She took in a deep breath herself. “It really worked. Completely. I’m here.” She twitched her nose and tail, still taking in the experience of being out and about in my world as a hare. “To tell the truth, Anon?” She let out a gleeful laugh. “I got it all wrong.”

“Wrong?” I repeated.

“I thought that you-” She playfully smacked a paw upon my belly. “Planned on jumping into the video game world with me!” She slipped herself backwards several inches onto the nearby pillows, looking more comfortable by the second. “Got it entirely backwards.”

I awkwardly laughed myself. As much time as I had spend gazing at the angel over the past several weeks, I still couldn’t have prepared myself for having her beside me in the flesh. Her beauty overwhelmed my senses. I couldn’t stop feeling raw tingles traveling up and down my arms and legs. My mind still couldn’t grasp the fact that her entire body had on the same black outlines holding back the spritely white colors that made her fur look so pretty. In my existence as well as her own, she still appeared in the form of a cartoon character. The contrast of her cute figure against all the bland and drab things that I had set up around my apartment struck me.

“So, well, what now?” Mikie asked. Her wings spread out a bit. One of them had delicately massaged along the back of my head, seemingly by total accident.

I couldn’t have helped myself for another second. I hurled my arms around the hare’s sides and pulled her into a passionate embrace. My lips locked with hers. My fingers gripped her thighs with full force as I shoved my tongue inside of her mouth. My legs aggressively massaged across hers. I then let off a torrent of needy groans as I gave into the feelings of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

To my delight, she pushed her own body against mine and wiggled about in this glorious grinding way, with her own arms wrapping around my sides and her paws digging into my baggy t-shirt. Her raw heat felt incredible. I kept on forcefully moving my lips and slipping my tongue around the inside of her mouth. She fluttered her wings about in place with what was clearly total bliss.

Nonetheless, she chose to break the kiss after one of my hands had slid over and started to move under her clothes. Mikie abruptly pulled her whole body upwards and balanced herself upon a bunch of pillows. She locked eyes with me. While nothing in her loving eyes showed any hint of regret or even any unhappiness of any kind, the anxiety that flooded her senses appeared plain to see.

“Anon,” she began in a declarative voice, delicately placing a paw against my right cheek, “you still need to know that I’m not sure if we should really do this.”

“I understand,” I muttered back, although I’d long since decided that I’d deal with any consequences from anybody about anything without the slightest hesitation. That angel was mine.

“It might not technically be a sin, really, but,” she said, trailing off before slowly moving her paw off of my cheek.

“Listen,” I interjected, shamelessly picking her arm up and putting her paw back into place, “I refuse to believe that this is anything but beautiful. That we’re anything but blessed together. I really do. I love you. You love me. There’s not going to be the slightest immorality involved when we become-” I stopped for a moment to think of the best Biblical phrasing to use. “Now and forever a unity of ‘one flesh’ together. Totally devoted. Completely committed.”

“Maybe.” Her voice had lowered to a whisper.

“You know what scripture says. Love between a romantic couple is glorious. It’s a reflection of Christ’s tender devotion to His own. To the church. And the church’s feelings back to Him. Not the slightest bit of sin.” I took a gulp as I kept on trying to persuade both her and me of the intricate, twisted issues at play. “When I love you, really, isn’t that just a reflection back to how much Jesus loves me? I’m blessed, and then I’m making you blessed?” I strained to recall different bits and pieces from Christian works that I’d dabbled in as a kid. “Like the Moon lighting itself up from the power of the Sun?”

“That’s completely true. And it works for you. For those like you. For people.” The hare let out a very long and very loud sigh, betraying her uncertainty in the most blatant way that I’d ever seen. “Angels aren’t like that. We can’t be like that. It’s not a matter of choice. We’re not created like that.” She clutched my right arm and pressed my right hand against the center of her chest. “You’re fully material and fully spiritual at the same time. The fallen ones, well, you’ll hear them use this slur… something like… ‘those misshapen amphibians’ in full… or other uses of the ‘a-word’… and the demon hares grouse about ‘soul bits not worth the flesh they’re printed on’… you see?”

“I’m not offended,” I remarked with a gentle laugh.

“Anon,” the hare continued, “what you’re feeling right now is a sort of costume.” She ran her paws upon my right arm and then my right hand, which she still held against her soft chest. “It’s as if you put on a medieval suit of armor or something like that. I’m fully spiritual. We all are. We’re messengers. Envoys. Hearlds. We’re an expression of God’s will. And that’s that.” She sighed yet again. “That’s all we are. We’re not like you. Not like people. We care about you. I care about you. Yet we can never… I can never… truly know what it’s like. Truly relate. Truly connect.”

As genuine sadness flashed across her face for the first time in a long time over the many weeks that I’d seen her, with her ears drooping down dramatically, I suddenly shifted myself over. Pinning her smaller, softer body down below me, I gazed directly into her eyes for the umpteenth time. I then kissed her as softly and warmly as I could manage, despite my burning passions. 

“If I’m loved, then I’m blessed. If I’m blessed, then I can reach out. If I choose to pour all of that blessed love out onto you, then that means that you’re worth it. You’re also blessed. You’re also loved.” I put as much inner strength as I could into my voice, attempting to sound like a big burly firefighter in a TV drama reassuring a scared little child in my arms that we’ll get out alright. “I refuse to believe that my love for you is even the slightest bit different than God’s love for me. It’s the same. Exactly. I won’t hear a single word otherwise. You hear me? I won’t!”

To lighten the mood, I clutched a pillow and playfully slapped it onto Mikie’s face. She let out a torrent of giggles underneath the silky fabric. I took in a little breath and moved in closer. She flipped the pillow from her face. My big human body had seemed to totally envelop her little hare body.

“You’ve grown up so much,” the angel remarked. She pushed her legs forwards and warmly slipped them against my own. “One thing is still completely the same. Your compassion. It’s still the same.”

“And you’ve not changed a bit,” I replied, panting a bit as I barely found myself able to hold back, “being as beautiful as you’ve always been. As you always will be.”

We locked lips yet again. Our bodies aggressively ground together as my grasping fingers rubbed across her back. Loud moans quickly began to fill the entire room. My clothes seemed to evaporate off my body. I clutched her rear end tightly and suddenly shifted my head down. I laid a trail of slobbering kisses across her neckline before nibbling against her soft flesh a bit, which she rewarded me for by panting in sheer emotion and thrusting her paws over to my hands.

I don’t understand how to even begin to describe the feeling of my fingers clutching every inch of her paws, with my instincts screaming at me to close press my cold flesh upon her hot fur for all eternity. I knew then that, somehow, I had fulfilled a part of my life’s destiny. I had been created to feel that. I had been created to experience that sort of love.

“Mikie,” I passionately groaned.

My wet combination of licks, kisses, and nibbles traveled across her neckline once again and then moved along her arms over to the rest of her. Something about her thighs triggered the biggest reaction, with her convulsing and then whispering something I couldn’t quite make out that clearly demanded that I continue. I managed to stop holding her paws in my hands to aggressively grope all around her belly, chest, midriff, and legs. Still, she had her pretty clothes kept on.

Finally, I leaned back on my knees. I looked down at myself for the first time in a while. I had wound up not just completely naked but sporting the biggest, hardest erection I’d ever had in my entire life. I shut my eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Angel Mikie,” I began.

[This will be worked on more soon!]