A/N: I was told to put a warning that this is a trans Keith fic so yeah. Here's that warning y'all wanted! So I suggest you skip this if you don't wanna read about trans Keith.

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"This is the stupidest thing to ever happen," Keith declared with finality, little nose twitching with adorable rage. He stomped his oversized foot, letting it thump rhythmically on the floor in a way Lance was one-hundred percent certain Keith was totally unconscious of. "Coran's creepy 'slipperies' was one thing, but what kind of ridiculous virus turns humans into BUNNY RABBITS?"

"Actually," Coran interrupted cheerfully, poking at a medical scanner with interest. "It appears to be affecting the Galra side of your DNA only! Perhaps it was designed as a bio-weapon?"

Matt and Pidge were both leaning over him to fiddle with the screen themselves. "...He's got a point," Matt confirmed with a note of reluctance. "It looks like it was supposed to affect the aggression centers of the brain, but it doesn't uh.... Do anything even close to that."

"I don't think it would have worked if you were full Galra, either," Pidge agreed. "I can't even figure out what they messed up in the engineering to be able to reverse it."

"That's definitely rabbit DNA though," Matt said. "I'm betting whatever went wrong has to do with that being like... a thing at all."

"I don't know what a 'rabbit' is," Allura cut in with a raised eyebrow, tapping on a helix on the screen to bring up the image of a humanoid alien with distinctly lagomorphic traits. Those traits being, looking a lot like Bugs Bunny. "But this is clearly the genes of a Lopmon. I believe they were trying to weaponize one of their own diseases in hopes of turning it against the Galra."

The tapping of Keith's black-furred feet grew loud enough to turn heads, and Lance was standing close enough to Keith to notice the low rumble of a growl in his throat. "JUST. Tell me you can fix it!"

For the first time, silence. Everyone who know anything looked at each other. Lance watched Keith's ears as they pointed back behind his head, quivering with rage.

"...Not right at this moment," Pidge admitted after a long pause. "But there's probably no reason you can't keep piloting Black in the meantime?"

Keith snorted, nose wiggling and eyebrows furrowed in a righteous glare. "So I'm just stuck ? For god knows how long?"

The room full of geniuses collectively shrugged. Keith growled and pivoted around to storm off the bridge. Lance, being a good and loving boyfriend, followed.

Sooooo, obviously Lance was not allowed to mention that this was not only the funniest thing to ever happen in his life, but also the goddamned cutest . Like, he was bi enough to already having admitted to Keith being ungodly kinds of attractive - like, out loud TO Keith even, once they'd started dating - but the soft black ears that moved and the goddamned little floof of a tail poking out from underneath his belt? How was Lance supposed to be able to HANDLE this shit? He wanted to touch all of it all the time.

Regardless, he was expected to handle this with grace and pretend he didn't notice Keith's... condition over the next few days. Which was like - fine, they had helmets on in training and Lance was a mature adult capable of not looking at his boyfriend's ass when necessary, and when they were in their Lions they could only hear and not see Keith anyway so they really had no problem taking his orders seriously.

It was the pretending OUTSIDE of battle Lance was struggling with.

Maybe if they had only been friends and not lovers... No, then Lance would have found this hilariously adorable instead of snuggles adorable and would have been struggling to hold back teasing at Keith's expense. Struggling and failing, and then they'd get into a fight... Okay yeah it was better that they were dating and Lance was like, actually paying attention to Keith's human emotions. Maybe if they hadn't been together this whole situation wouldn't have been as peculiar as it was to Lance, but they are dating and it is peculiar. Throw that in with the fact that Lance has a very small sense of self control and then you'll get a sense of just how much effort he's using while trying not to make a big deal out of this.

Anyway, the problem wasn't as simple as Keith just looking cuter than anything Lance had ever seen. He was also ACTING cuter than ever, little bunny-like behaviors seeping unconsciously into his day-to-day life. The day to day life he now spent hanging around with his friends and boyfriends, both of which being Lance.

Keith had never eaten much to start with, but lately he wasn't eating Hunk's culinary masterpieces at all. Instead he could be found in the resurrected greenhouse, munching away on leaves and sprouts and basically anything vegetable-based he could find in tiny little rapid bites. This was, as it turned out, because his two front teeth had grown intrusive and he couldn't figure out how to chew with his new giant chompers except in loud little rodent bites.

He had more energy now, but in a different way. Like, it was still physical energy and he still wore most of it out on the training deck, but he also had this... playfulness about it all that had before now been a much rarer presence in Keith's life.

Like, literally, he was making up games to play with the battle droid and dragging Lance and whoever else could spare the time down join him in weird sports that involved a whole lot of Keith running around and jumping as much as possible. Adorable giant bunny hops, in fact, not that anyone was allowed to say as much.

Just like how Lance wasn't allowed to admit he could honestly see no downsides to this weird virus and thought it would be really fun if Keith just kind of... stayed this way. Fortunately for everyone he wasn't in charge of deciding that, and could hold his tongue while Keith growled and thumped his foot at Pidge and Matt's tentative shrugs of 'I'unno' on the third day of bunny-hood.

"Come on, let's go hang out in my room," Lance couldn't hide his smile, a gentle hand on Keith's back as he guided them off the bridge. "While you were busy sulking I found you a present."

Keith looked dubious at best, but nonetheless followed Lance back to his room with no real hesitation. He threw himself onto the mattress as soon as the door was open, kicking the pillows into the wall to make himself a little half-nest to sit in in lieu of actually laying down.

Lance didn't bother holding back his small smile, dropping his little space phone dealy onto the floor to pop up it's holographic projector. You could get it to play movies in this mode, and he started up a random ancient Altean chick flick because the only other TV they could get was on Galran stations and tended to be creepy and propaganda-themed.

The movie wasn't the point anyway, it was just a way to trick Keith into focusing on something so he could lose interest, zone out, and finally relax. Before he sat down to join Keith on the bed Lance stopped to open the drawer under his mattress, grabbing a plastic produce bag he'd gotten from today's mission and tossing it at his boyfriend.

As expected Keith caught it, nose wiggling in interest before he even opened the bag to identify the odd root vegetables Lance had bestowed upon him. "Is this..." Keith trailed off, sniffing at the strange dark red plant he was pulling out of the bag.

Lance watched with a grin as Keith took a small tentative taste, eyes widening and nose jumping in another twitch. He nibbled a bite into his mouth, his eyes widening in a look of wonder that made him look a bit like he was actually sparkling, and then went to town like a paper shredder, moaning "I don't even LIKE carrots," as he mowed through the vegetable in a series of loud and adorable crunching noises.

The movie played on in front of them, payed half attention to by Keith and no attention to by Lance, who was far more absorbed in his lover's blissful facial expressions as he relaxed with his snack. When he'd joined Keith on the bed he'd sat down near to his little nest, close enough that Keith could kick his feet into his lap.

Lance took that as an invitation, because as of so far Keith had never turned down a foot rub in the entirety of their relationship. He started with care, mindfully avoiding touching Keith's toes and the cute little black paw pad adorning the ball of his foot, knowing Keith was still too sensitive of his condition to want any attention paid to it. So he just lazily pet the top of Keith's feet and pretty thin ankles like he normally would, not even bothering to start massaging the worn muscles until he was already certain Keith was relaxed.

Keith did in fact relax, and much faster than he normally did at that. Even if Lance hadn't been dating him he'd have been able to tell how calm Keith was just by seeing his ears - all day long they'd been perked upright in alertness, only now drooping down to flop lazily at the sides of his head. The dark fur almost blended in with his mess of hair like that, but they looked so much shinier and softer than the rest of Keith's hair that Lance was pretty much dying to run his fingers over them.

He contented himself for now with finally daring to touch the itty-bitty pad on the bottom of Keith's pinky toe, promising himself he wouldn't do it again if Keith jerked away or glared at him or in any way disapproved. Keith didn't notice or react, and it was the smallest, cutest victory in Lance's entire life. Soooo tiny and soft~

Keith continued not minding, even as Lance carefully explored each of the small digits during his massage. His toes twitched and curled when Lance touched just the right spots, the same way he always did that was the reason he kept rubbing Keith's feet in the first place. Now it was more noticeable though, the black pads against pale skin accentuating every little movement just from the color contrast. Lance was willing to admit spending a full ten minutes playing with the paw pads on his boyfriend's feet might just make him a furry weirdo, and found he didn't care in the slightest.

And the Lance finally had the nerve to poke at the big heart-shaped pad on the bottom of Keith's foot, and this time there WAS a reaction. A tiny whimper as his toes spread out in a fan, the foot that wasn't in Lance's hand kicking out an instinctive jerk on his lap. Lance dropped his foot immediately, only noticing it hadn't been a bad squeak when Keith shuddered out a deep sigh and wiggled his butt into Lance's pillows.

Lance watched as Keith squirmed for a bit in his little blanket nest, trying to judge if he was annoyed or just overly pleased. The answer gave itself away when Keith sat upright again, not to get out of bed but just to change which hip he was resting his weight on while he sat from the left to the right as he flopped onto the other side of the bed. His head hit Lance's open lap and his feet curled up under him, utterly the picture of contentment as his eyes zoned out in the general direction of the movie with a few stray crumbs of red carrot clinging to the corning of his softly smiling lips.

He reached down to brush the debris with one fingertip, flicking the crumbs away smoothly before trailing his hand up the side of Keith's face to his caress his jawline. Keith had such sharp, masculine features, Lance adored seeing how much his appearance softened by the dazed, sleepy expression and floppy bunny ears. Ears which Lance finally decided he was going to touch, because at least if he got his hand slapped away they'd probably have a laugh about it.

But Lance was also kind of chicken so he was gonna stall by petting Keith's hair for a bit. Which was win-win because Keith loved that anyway, always had enjoyed Lance's hands in his hair and would no matter what species he happened to be. He sighed beautifully at Lance's fingertips dragging gently across his scalp, and when his fingers hit the base of Keith's ears that sound turned into just the slightest whimper.

It was, Lance immediately recognized from experience, the good kind of whimper. Lance did it again, scritching at the bottom of Keith's ears where they met the scalp until Keith's feet kicked out and his smile melted into the dopiest look of relaxation Lance had ever seen.

If Lance hadn't been dying before his was certainly doing it. How could anyone or anything be this cute??? He had to actively hold in squeals of "D'awww!" here. Keith had already been the prettiest cutest guy ever and now he was encouraging Lance to keep petting him by shoving his head into Lance's hand and OH HOLY GOD HIS EARS WERE SO SOFT. The softest, silkiest fur was coating them and the more Lance played with them the more pleased noises chirped out of his boyfriend.

"Need to take your binder off, Sweetie?" Lace asked quietly after a few minutes of casual petting.

Keith made an annoyed grumbling noise in his throat, reluctantly sitting up of of Lance's lap. He didn't go much farther than that though, just lifted up his arms and looked at Lance with an expectant sort of pleading expression. Lance chuckled and grabbed the bottom of Keith's shirt, swiping it and the tight black chest binder up with a quick inhale from Keith and a tease of "Skin the rabbit!" Lance couldn't have held back if he'd tried.

It took a few seconds of struggling to peel it off over his broad shoulders, and once they finally got it removed he watched as Keith shuddered out a deep sigh of relief, coughing a bit to rearrange his lungs after being pressed down all day. Lance hadn't need any direction for this simply because this wasn't the first time he'd done it - Keith needed help getting his binder on and off on occasion, and Lance liked to think it wasn't because he truly needed the help as much as because he was trying to get used to having it available.

He landed back on Lance's lap, now close enough that instead of resting his head on Lance's thighs it was his torso draped there instead, upper body half twisted so sore chest wouldn't be pressed down under his body weight. It looked kind of ridiculous, like an oversized cat trying to fit on a child's lap, but it must have been comfortable enough because Keith settled there and turned his head back to zone out towards the movie they weren't really watching.

Keith's breasts weren't large, so there wasn't a lot to get worn out by the binder. What did exist was still red with obvious discomfort, and Lance figured if he'd been allowed to touch his ears Keith probably wouldn't object to a light massage.

He did not, for the record, go straight to honking on titty because that was all fat and not muscle and therefore rubbing them would entertain Lance a lot more than it would his boyfriend. No, Lance knew what he was doing and he went inwards towards the armpit, the ever-neglected pectoral muscles no one ever seemed to remember in back rubs even though they controlled like half of what your arms do.

If Keith hadn't been melting before he was now, a relaxed puddle draped across Lance's lap and humming happily. His ears flopped down all over the mattress and distracted Lance, idly noticing after a few minutes he'd wandered out of a proper massage to go back to petting Keith's belly. He was clearly still content either way, so when Lance drifted down to touch his thighs instead no one acknowledged the change.

Keith's thighs were thick with muscle and soft with fat at the same time, a perfect combination of sexiness. His ass was much the same, taught from exercise and round with plumpness, perfect under Lance's hand. Keith not only didn't mind Lance touching the booty he actually twisted into it, flopping face down so he could point his butt into Lance's palm. He barely held back the laugh, rubbing Keith's plush bottom and giving the soft cheeks playfully indulgent little squeezes that made Keith's hips wiggle.

The black fluff of Keith's little bunny tail was of course, front and center in the middle of everything. Now that it was facing Lance he could see it twitch and wiggle, the white underside poking out from out of the top hem of his leggings and causing the pants to be rolled just a bit down Keith's hips to make room for the sizable poof at the base of his spine. Every so often Lance's fingers would brush against the soft fur as he fondled Keith's lovely ass, and every single time he did Lance could see it jump in the tiniest little upwards flicker.

Keith's legs had parted intivingly while Lance had been playing with his ass, and he could barely hide the smirk as his fingers dipped down between them. Keith's leggings were so thin that Lance could easily feel out the shape of his folds through the fabric, Keith's reaction instantaneous as he shuddered cutely and pushed his hips towards the warmth of Lance's searching hand.

Lance grinned, playing with the lips of Keith's pussy with devious deliberateness, using just enough pressure to make Keith squirm. And squirm he did, eyes closed and face flushed, little tail rising to point straight up his back like he was presenting himself to Lance. His hips were raised enough like that for Lance's long fingers to be able to reach down to the very front and search out where his clit was, pressing down on it until Keith's legs were unconsciously squeezing together in a hard clamp around Lance's hand.

It took a couple minutes of gently toying to get Keith truly whimpering, Lance petting Keith's pussy through his clothes until he could feel the fabric soak through with how wet he'd gotten. It was only then Lance pried his hand free from the clench of Keith's iron thighs, giving it a light little spank before he went to pull Keith's pants down just because Keith was laying so perfectly like he was begging for it. Keith gasped when the slap made contact, hips jerking up conveniently for Lance to be able to peel his pants and underwear down to his knees with no struggle at all.

Keith's lips were covered in a thin down of black hair that was already shiny with wetness, slick leaking down to dampen his trembling thighs. His little wet pussy was so pretty it even managed to distract Lance from the bunny tail, a peek of pink flesh teasing out between the folds of his lips and begging for attention. He took a moment to admire it, rubbing his hand over the enticing softness of Keith's ass and possibly salivating a little at the prospect of tasting that gorgeous cunt.

They had to move for him to get his mouth on it, his bunny complaining a bit as Lance tossed him onto the bed. Keith landed on his back and didn't wait to get comfortable, kicking his pants off and stretching his legs out to hook his ankles around Lance's shoulders and pull him in to meet him. He yanked Lance practically straight into his crotch, which Hey had been where he was going anyway so Lance went with the flow and lifted Keith's hips up to meet his face.

He started with a kiss, just pressing his lips against Keith's right at the apex of his opening, right on top of his clit. He moved down, little kisses all around the insides of Keith's pink lips, intentionally avoiding making direct contact with his clit or dripping hole quite yet. Keith's reaction was as cute as he'd hoped, whining in the back of his throat and jerking his hips up impatiently to try and hump Lance's face.

"You always do everything so slow ," Keith complained, voice deep and raspy with arousal. "Can't you ever just get me wet and then fuck me like a normal guy?"

"Nah," Lance dismissed, gently blowing a whisper