Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Quatre Rabbit ❯ The Tale of Quatre Rabbit ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Ladies and gentlemen, a bit of fairy-tale smut to lighten the day for everyone. Except for children under 21, then it gets messy to explain. ^-^

I own nothing of Gundam Wing or of anything copyrighted under the name of Beatrix Potter. I love her stories, and would not dare besmirch her name for anything. The pairings vary a bit, but the main ones are 2x1, 3x4, and 13x5. The first story is shounen ai, but the second is yaoi through and through.

Warnings consist of: Sex, nudity, strong language, uke Quatre, uke Heero, uke Wufei, and some man-spanking peppered throughout. Also, I would like to note that while I write with pilots 01, 04, and 05 as weepy/feminine, I am a firm believer in their masculinity and will fight to prove it! Yaaaay! I happen to like them as uke, but have not hesitated to have them as seme in some of my other unpublished works. (P.S.-Seme = top while uke = bottom.)

Now, the stories I've chosen are the Tales of Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny. Obviously, some changes are in the works. So here's the revised cast:

Peter Rabbit/Quatre Rabbit - Quatre Raberba Winner

Mama Rabbit - Trowa Barton (*giggle*)

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail - the Cadbury Cream Egg rabbits ^-^

Farmer McGregor/ Farmer McKushrenada - Treize Kushrenada

Mrs. McGregor/ Mrs. McKushrenada - Zechs Marquise

The McGregor Cat/ McKushrenada Cat - Chang Wufei

Benjamin Bunny/ Heero Bunny - Heero Yuy

Old Mr. Benjamin Bunny - Duo Maxwell

All ready? Here we go!

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Chapter One

The Tale of Quatre Rabbit

Once upon a time, there lived a family of rabbits beneath a big fir tree in the woods. The little cubbyhole was home to old Mrs. Rabbit and his little bunnies, named Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Quatre. One morning, Quatre Rabbit woke from his slumbers to the incessant clucking of his sisters. They were busy with breakfast, which Quatre had nearly slept through had his mother not awoken him with a gentle shake.

Suddenly, the story paused. Quatre now found himself with long white ears atop his head, and a fluffy little tail at the end of his spine. For his mother, the situation was the same. Of course, his mother was dressed in a soft blue dress with an apron around his waist, while Quatre's only form of clothing were the sheets he was sleeping under.

"Matte ne!" Quatre Rabbit cried out. "Where are my clothes? And how is Trowa my mother if he's a guy?! AND WHY DO I HAVE EARS AND A TAIL?! SHUT YOUR CLUCKING UP! I'M BUSY!"

Mrs. Rabbit was very gentle with poor little Quatre, who was now glaring openly to the Authoress with an unquenchable lust for blood. "It's play-acting. Go along with it and maybe she'll have mercy. It's worth a try."

Quatre Rabbit pouted in a most unbecoming fashion. "Why should I?" he moped.

"Because," Mrs. Rabbit purred. "You look adorable like this. If this story wasn't shounen ai, I'd take you like this and screw you until you couldn't blink without crying my name." Quatre blushed at the thought, but agreed to go along with the story. With the gratitude of the Authoress guiding him, Mrs. Rabbit fell back into character and clucked his tongue. "Time to wake up, Quatre. You'll miss breakfast if you don't get out of bed."

Quatre Rabbit slowly got back into character, nodding his head and wrapping the sheet around his body like a toga. "I'm up now, Mama." Overcome with giggles, Quatre sat down on his bed and fell back laughing. " `Mama'! Hahahahaha! This is hilarious!"

Still in character, Mrs. Rabbit sweatdropped and fixed her leveret with a firm glare with his one visible eye. "It won't be so hilarious if I have to spank you for breaking character again! Am I clear?" Little Quatre gulped and nodded, getting up and gaining a grip on himself. Satisfied, Mrs. Rabbit bustled him to the breakfast table and cut up an apple to accompany his morning bowl of porridge. "Now listen here, little Quatre. I'm going out to the baker's shop today, and you and your sisters are permitted to play so long as you do not go anywhere near Mr. McKushrenada's vegetable garden. Remember what happened to your father?"

"Matte, I had a father?" Quatre Rabbit cringed as Mrs. Rabbit took a menacing step toward him, sternly glaring. "I mean, `I don't remember it all, Mama'."

Mrs. Rabbit knew Quatre was trying, and eased up on him a bit. "He had an accident in Mr. McKushrenada's garden, and was cooked in a pie by Mrs. McKushrenada. I don't want the same to happen to you. Now don't cause any mischief while I'm away. Understood?"

Quatre Rabbit nodded. "Yes, Mama," he replied with his mouth full of apple. Mrs. Rabbit nodded and then dressed his daughters in their little red cloaks, and buttoned Quatre's new blue coat with brass buttons to keep him warm. Out of habit, the leveret also slid on his little shoes and followed his mother outside.

"One more thing," Mrs. Rabbit murmured, catching Quatre by his arm gently. "Remember this is play-acting. Go along with what the Authoress says, or she'll have you do something humiliating."

"As if running around in nothing but a blue coat and shoes wasn't enough!" Quatre Rabbit pouted. "Can't I at least have some pants or something? My ass is cold, and I'm sensing some shrinkage!"

Mrs. Rabbit swiftly remedied his son's `cold ass', warming it up with a few good swats. "Language!" he scolded to his now-crying bunny. Stepping out of character again, he wrapped his arms around poor Quatre and soothed him with gentle words. "Don't cry, Little One. It'll only hurt for a little bit. Come now, I didn't hit you that hard. Shh, shh, it's okay. You know, you're adorable like this."

Quatre only cried harder. "I don't want to be adorable! I want to be clothed! We can get naked in the next story!" Mrs. Rabbit hushed him swiftly and warned him to behave, and the Authoress decided Quatre had suffered enough. Taking the toga he'd shed before, the Authoress had it transformed into a not-too-tight pair of black denim jeans for our hero, complete with a hole for his little fluffy tail. "That's better."

Clothed for the most part, the hero of our tale went his separate way and let Mrs. Rabbit purchase his groceries. His little sisters were good little bunnies, and made it to the blackberry bushes to cluck like crazy monkeys. Quatre, who has been very naughty thus far, obediently followed the story line and went to Mr. McKushrenada's garden.

Getting inside wasn't too difficult, having slipped under the fence with little or no difficulty. Let's remember, folks; Gundam pilots quickly learn the art of inconspicuous infiltration. Pleased with himself and still a touch hungry from the walk over, he gobbled up some lettuce, a few beans, and some radishes. Shortly after his engorgement, his little belly began to ache. Seeking relief, he went to find some nice parsley to munch down and aid his digestion.

He meandered for a good while, stumbling upon the cucumbers within a minute or two. And whom should he behold but Farmer McKushrenada! "Whoa," Quatre Rabbit said with a sweatdrop. "Treize and cucumbers?! I thought this was shounen ai!"

Farmer McKushrenada grinned and nodded to the observant leveret. "It is, but Chapter Two is yaoi. They'll be perfect by then. And this big one here is for Wufei when I catch him." His gaze now glazed over with lust, he set the afore mentioned cuke down and took up his hoe. "Now where were we? Oh yes. `Stop! Thief!'"

Frightened, Quatre Rabbit took off running for his life. He lost one of his shoes in the cabbages, and the other amid the potatoes. The gate was nowhere in sight, making Quatre panic all the worse! "Where is the exit?!" he cried, blindly running into a gooseberry net and promptly getting his jacket and buttons ensnared in it. "Oh no! I'll never get out of here now!" Feeling all was lost, Quatre Rabbit burst into tears and waited for McKushrenada to get him.

A kindly sparrow heard his plight, and flitted down to poor little Quatre. "SUCK IT IN!" the familiar sparrow barked, startling poor Quatre. "Get your ass out of there, Nancy boy! By all that is holy, don't you had a shrapnel of dignity in you?!"

Quatre got a better look at the sparrow, now recognizing the black ponytail and onyx eyes. "Wufei! You're supposed to be the cat! Why are you a sparrow?"

Wufei-sparrow shrugged. "Treize can't recognize me like this. NOW GET MOVING! HE'LL KILL YOU DEAD!" Pecking at the top of Quatre's poor head, he urged the bunny on to wrestle out of his jacket and get running. As McKushrenada advanced with a great sieve in hand, Wufei-sparrow flew into his face and flapped his wings irately in hopes of distracting the farmer. "INJUSTICE! TOUCH THE RABBIT AND I SHIT IN YOUR EYE! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?!"

"Wufei, for shame!" Treize scolded, instantly recognizing the sparrow. "You get back into your cat form and meet me in my room! We're having a talk about your language! In a children's story even!" Wufei guiltily fluttered away to do as he was told, mightily pleased to see Quatre hiding inside the garden shed.

Inside the shed, Quatre leapt into the nearby watering can, dismayed to find it still to contain water. Now cold, frightened, and soaking wet, he waited for McKushrenada to come looking for him. When nothing happened, he stumbled outside with a sneeze and took off running.

Comforted by the lack of pursuit, Quatre began looking around for any way out. His travels brought him to a door, but it was locked and the slit beneath too narrow for such a pudgy bunny. A kindly mouse, not Wufei this time, slipped out from beneath the door and looked up a Quatre, a great pea in her mouth.

"Oh please can you tell me a way out of here?" the bunny begged, now missing his mama terribly. "I must get home soon! Is there a way out for me?" The mouse tried to reply, but the pea in her mouth was obstructing coherent speech. Infuriated, Quatre Rabbit picked her up and threw her across the garden. "SEE ANYTHING?!" he mocked, then burst into tears of shame and dread.

His bunny logic led him to think that perhaps he would find a way by cutting straight across the garden. He followed his instincts and found himself more lost than ever. However, he came upon a pond where McKushrenada filled his watering cans. Wufei the cat was there, looking happy as a clam and dozing in the sunlight, naked as a jaybird. Apparently, Treize couldn't wait any longer to take his pet, and waited for a scene change to do the dirty deed. ^-^ Knowing better than to approach Wufei now, Quatre continued and soon found a wheelbarrow to rest upon and sob some more.

He could now hear Mrs. McKushrenada's hot quick panting in the background, meaning he and the farmer were detained. Elated, Quatre ran headlong at the fence and shimmied beneath it, desperate to be home and far away from the den of hentais. He lost his pants to the fence, but didn't dare run back to get them. He could cope with being naked as long as he was with Mrs. Rabbit.

He never stopped running until he was home again, and then promptly ran to his room and burst into tears. His sisters ignored him and continued their brainless jabbering, but Mrs. Rabbit walked in with worry masking his knowledge of the situation. "Quatre Rabbit, where are your clothes? And you're wet! You'll catch a cold, little one."

Quatre Rabbit wailed into his pillow and shook his head. "I never want to go back there again, Mama! Those people are horny! All they think of is sex! Don't make me go again, Mama! Tell the Authoress not to send me back!"

"It's all right now," Mrs. Rabbit assured, taking little Quatre into his arms. "You're home again, and that means it's the end of the story. All that's left is for you to catch a cold, and then I give you some chamomile and tuck you into bed. Your sisters get blackberries and cream for supper, and then the story ends."

"You mean I get chamomile for supper? Nothing else? AFTER THE THINGS I SAW AND DID TODAY?!" Quatre Rabbit burst into tears again, this time mixing his sobs with sneezes.

Mrs. Rabbit carried his ill bunny to his rocking chair near the fireplace, letting him get warm and dry while he fetched a blanket and a towel to dry his bunny off. "It's a bust deal, love, but the moral of the story is to do as you're told. Good things will come of it." He flopped the towel on top of Quatre's head ad rubbed his hair and ears dry gently. "If you ask me," he soothed, "You're still getting the better end of the bargain."

Little Quatre pouted, sneezing loudly. "I don't see how," he sniffled.

"Well," Mrs. Rabbit said. "You're with me, right? Your sisters aren't getting half as much attention as you are, and I can't possibly let my sweet little bunny sleep by himself in his big, cold bed, now can I? His cold might get worse if I'm not there to warm him up." Smiling hungrily, Mrs. Rabbit left a lasting kiss upon Quatre's lips and then turned to continue brewing his tea. "Stay where you are and get warm. Once you've had your tea, we'll go to bed."

And to keep this story shounen ai, we shall close the curtain on this cozy little scene. The end.