Max should have known this vacation was too good to be true. He kicked his tennis shoes against the trunk of a fat old tree to get some of the dried mud off. Interdimensional travel packages were new, and never this cheap. Guess he got what he paid for, lost out in the middle of the sticks, his guide having not shown up yet. He checked the clock on his smartphone, just about the only working function thanks to the lack of reception out in the forests of wherever-the-hell he was. The clock read "15:20" back at him, which he was pretty sure was an hour after he entered.
"See another dimension, take in the sights, have a few laughs." Max sneered to himself. He sat down on a rock and huffed in through his nose. The air had a curious smell about it, like the smell new bike tires have mixed with pine and fresh earth. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. but he wasn't crazy about breathing it in for the next week or so. Strange birds sang in tunes he wasn't familiar with. The young man ran his hand through his chestnut hair, finding a dried leaf from behind his ear. There seemed to be no escape from the grime.
Finally, a shape came from the other side of the forest trail. It was a shiny white figure with long lapine ears, quickly approaching the flustered tourist in a brisk jog. As he drew near, Max could see that he was some sort of rabbit man, with long, toned legs, and a broad chest fitting that of an athlete. The odd creature wiggled his whiskered nose and shot Max a bright, yet obviously rehearsed smile.
"Welcome! Welcome to our world! You must be the lucky winner!" The rabbit man said, holding his arms out to the side in a dramatic flourish.
"Yeah..." Max scoffed. "I'm the lucky winner right here." He narrowed his eyes to look at his new company, curiously the rabbit's fur had a glossy sheen to it that struck him as familiar, though he couldn't pinpoint where he had seen it.
"I'm Pacer! I'll be your guide," The rabbit man said, taking the human by the hand and guiding him up to his feet. "Sorry about the wait, I had to gather some extra provisions." Pacer said, gesturing to the gray-green canvas bag slung over his shoulder.
"What provisions?" Max wiped his hand on his t-shirt from where the bunny touched him, and the rabbit nodded, unzipping the bag and going through the contents like he was paid to advertise each item.
"This is the compass," He said, holding up a round device with an arrow pointed South. "These are our water canteens." Pacer held up two insulated containers of water, the one with his name on it being quite a bit larger.
"And there's our snacks, our first-aid and..." the rabbit finished the little display with a folded up gray-black piece of shiny fabric. Max could see little gloves dangling from it as Pacer turned it over to show him.
"Your disguise."
Max's jaw hung open for a second. "Disguise?! What do I need a disguise for?!"
"Well, knucklehead, you can't exactly travel in your day clothes here. Nobody on this planet's ever seen a human before, they'd freak!"
Max stood for a second before seeming to internalize that thought. "Guess so. Do I have to put it on now?"
"Yep." Pacer tossed the fabric over to Max. Running his finger over the top and bottom with a squeak, Max realized the material's familiarity: rubber. He blushed.
"Isn't there something else I could wear? Can I even fit in this? Does everyone wear these?" asked Max frettingly.
"Everyone?" led Pacer with a grin. "No... just the girls. But you couldn't go around pretending to look like me, now could you? Now get dressed, it's getting late. I'm bigger than you and I got into that, so you can too. Just took a little oil at first." Pacer rubbed his chest to signal that as the gloss.
Max hesitated but eventually relented. "Fine." Quickly stripping down to naked, Max meekly unzipped the half-zip on the back of the catsuit. Gingerly, he slammed one foot down into a snug foothole. The second one wasn't as easy, but he was able to get oriented at least, if not snuggly in place.
Unfortunately, pulling the rubber up his legs tightly was quite more difficult. The rubber stuck to his legs and hips and fought the allowance of more of tautly pulled material. Max wiggled and stretched on the rubber, but no give followed.
"Pacer! A little help? I think it's time for the lube."
Pacer walked behind Max and examined the situation. "Hips. It's the hips. If we can loosen that up, then the rest will be easy."
Max heard Pacer rustle through the bag, and then walk back behind him. Pffthh. The sound of spitting, then hands rubbing together, and then cold rabbit paws rubbing on Max's hips.
"Uh, Pacer...? That was oil, right?"
"No way. I was about to grab it, but then I realized a little spitshine would do just fine. That's designer oil. That stuff's expensive! Makes your whole body soft like a baby's. Spit does more than enough for you."
Max groaned to himself. His host hadn't exactly shown himself to be all that gracious. Still, the catsuit tightened up around his feet as the leather popped into smooth place. He popped one arm up and in, and then the other. Eying his hands, the little ends of the rubber arms had little indented paw prints on them. Cute.
With a quick hand, Pacer grabbed the zipper in the back and rolled it up. Max jumped from the unexpected contact again. "I could have gotten it..." grumbled Max.
"Could you have, though? I know my stuff, rookie."
Max pulled his arm behind his head to grab at the zipper, but the rubber constricted his movement too heavily to actually reach it. Pacer was right. Still, it didn't seem like he had much regard for the space of others. In fact, Pacer was already walking away. Hastily throwing his changed clothes into his bag, Max jogged to catch up. A very ungracious host, really.
"Hey Pacer... so about my head...?"
"Kid, don't worry. I'm just gonna sack ya when we get into town. There'll be more permanent solutions later."
"Sack?"
"Yeah, sack. See this sack?" Pacer asked, bandying a dusty burlap bag, "I'm gonna sack ya! HA! And if you're worried about that too, well don't. It's normal. Trust me."
Max opened his mouth to object, but then he remembered he was wearing a rubber gimp suit because a rabbit told him to. He grumbled silently and slipped the burlap sack on. There were eyeholes, but they didn't exactly line up with his eyes so his vision was half obscured by aged burlap that smelt like a basement.
The dust inside the sack stirred on his breath, stinging his nose and sending him into a coughing fit that made Pacer lean back away from him.
"You okay, buddy?" Pacer said, not doing terribly much to stifle a laugh.
"I'm just dandy." Max snapped, "Now what?"
Pacer smirked and led the human along, prompting him along with a playful slap on his rubber-clad rump. Max huffed and cursed under his breath but raised no objections. It already felt like he was being kidnapped, so what good would it do him?
As they walked at a work-out pace, Pacer had his arm hooked around Max's own. Every so often he would stroke Max's thigh, or lean a little too close to him for comfort. Max fumed to himself as they kept on. If this ended with him being bent over and pounded in the ass out in the middle of the woods, he was going to sue so many people.
Finally, they had reached some facsimile of civilization: a little town comprised of tunnels leading down into underground houses with solar panels sticking out of the roofs like silicon mushrooms. All around Max and Pacer were rabbit people in many different fur colors and patterns, the males wearing casual street clothes, while the women wore strange rubber catsuits that covered everything below the neck...
...and also happened to be identical to the one Max was wearing. As the passed a chocolate brown rabbit man leading his girlfriend along on a leash, Max decided to speak up. "Why... are they dressed like that?"
"Oh, the women?" Pacer said, " They choose to dress like that. It's kind of a cultural thing, you wouldn't understand it just yet."
"Uh huh..." Max bristled under his burlap mask as everyone turned to stare at them. They weren't hostile stares but rather amused, like Max was the butt of a very elaborate prank.
An elaborate prank that wasn't funny, Max thought as he seethed under the stuffy burlap sack. They reached Pacer's burrow and the rabbit guided him down the incline leading in from the doorway. Somehow, the rabbit made even that display of courtesy feel like a slight. To Max's great relief, Pacer yanked the burlap sack off his head, prompting another coughing fit from the dust inside the crude mask.
"Welp!" Pacer said, putting his arm around the small of Max's back, his paw uncomfortably close to Max's butt, "Here's the place you'll be staying."
He pointed towards the smaller of the two beds set up in a corner of the den, "This is your bed, you can go ahead and stash your luggage under there, and then you can make lunch!"
And the rabbit smiled at Max and Max felt his blood pressure spike just a little bit.
