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“What… What was I doing?” A petite, redheaded woman wearing jeans and a hoodie groaned, staggering through a playground in the wee hours of the morning. She pulled out her phone, struggling to put in her PIN a couple of times before getting it right. “Smash as many Eas… Easter eggs as I can at Ki-- Kingston Elementary before 10 AM comes around… I believe in you Greta xoxo,” She slurred a little bit, squinting as she stared at a Discord message from her bestie.
Why am I doing this again? Greta pondered, furrowing her brow. It took a little time, but she finally recalled. “I’m fuckin’ drunk, and Cassie said she’d give me two-hundred bucks,” she snorted, stifling her laughs as if this was hilarious. Without further delay, the inebriated one began her hunt. It was only 5:00 AM, so there was plenty of time.
Greta remembered her last Easter egg hunt at Kingston when she was eleven. Has it really been ten years? While lost in thought, she found a colorful egg behind a rock. With an unceremonious crash, she stomped her foot down and smashed it to bits. At Kingston, they had the kids find painted hard-boiled eggs and exchange them for prizes at the end of the hunt. “This school sucked; why am I getting sentimental?” She shook her head with a sigh, beginning to sober just a little. School had been miserable for her; bullies and uncaring teachers made life hell back then.
For the next hour, Greta continued her path of carnage, leaving no egg left unturned. She was starting to think all eggs had been found but decided to check one or two more places for good measure. “Maybe there’s some over there,” she muttered, walking behind some bushes. “There you are,” a smirk spread across her face as she sauntered toward a colorfully striped egg.
CRRRACK!
The ground gave way beneath Greta’s foot as she attempted to step through the shrubbery. A scream bellowed out from her lungs as she flailed her arms in desperation. Ultimately, her struggles were in vain. Greta fell through the foliage and then continued to fall. What the fuck is this!?!? Panicked cries continued as she fell and rolled majestically through what appeared to be a tunnel of dirt. After a good ten seconds of cursing and crying, the redhead flopped out onto an even surface.
While relieved to no longer be falling, Greta felt a deep pang of anxiety. Where the hell am I? She looked up and saw that she was in what appeared to be a log cabin. No-- that wasn’t right. There were chairs resembling tree trunks around a table with a teapot. Carved wooden ornaments and decorations adorned the walls along with bookshelves and other furnishings forged from trees. “I know I was pretty drunk, but did I fall into Lord of the Rings?...” Greta put a hand on her forehead. It looked like she had descended straight into a Hobbit Hole.
"Ah-ha! You’re here, miss Greta!” a Jovial, male voice chimed.
The redhead nearly leaped from her skin, letting out a surprised yelp. “Who are you!?” She staggered to her feet with some difficulty, scanning the room frantically.
“By the fireplace, my sweet!”
Greta turned toward the fireplace directly opposite her, noticing a leather chair that faced it. From behind, she could see a hand holding a long churchwarden pipe pulling toward what she assumed to be the mystery man’s face. Through her mental haze, she recalled a thought about this being a Hobbit hole. Then, that pipe-- could it be?
“Gandalf?” The petite female asked amidst her stupor.
“Lass, how drunk are you?” With another jolly laugh, the man finally stood up and turned himself, walking out to face his visitor. “I can’t have a drunk girl repent, now can I? Let me help you!”
As Greta shifted her eyes up to look at the stranger, a ray of soft blue light enveloped her body, causing her to glow. “A-- Ahh!!” She yelped as her insides warmed. In an instant, her mind cleared. Completely sober; no hangover or anything. How was this possible? “How the hell did you--” she began to bark while staring but quickly fell silent upon laying eyes on him.
Greta immediately noticed a thin layer of glossy, white fur covering this peculiar man. He must have been over six feet tall, with a nicely tailored black and white suit with a tailcoat. Most striking were the long, white rabbit ears sticking up from his head, along with his facial features that appeared somewhere between human and rabbit.
“Can’t talk since you’re admiring my good looks? I can’t blame you; I’m rather dashing, aren’t I?” The rabbit man asked innocently. “Believe it or not, I can be even more dapper,” he grinned, reaching over to a nearby end table and grabbing a monocle. After affixing it over his right eye, he turned back to his guest. “See? Do you think it’s too much? I love it.”
“Who are you!? What’s going on; where am I?” Greta demanded, withdrawing as her body trembled. What the fuck was going on? Those ears, that mask-- all of it looked completely real. Through her fear, something else welled up within her. That white fur, those ears… She admittedly found him a little appealing through her shroud of fear.
“Hmmm… I suppose we don’t have too much time for idle chatter if we’re going to replace all of those eggs before morning comes. It seems I have been forced to indulge your inquiries,” the man sighed, shaking his head. “I’m the Easter Bunny! The name’s Cyrus! You will be replacing all of those eggs you so lovingly shattered.”
This had to be some kind of joke. “Easter Bunny?... Yeah, no,” she said dully, backing away closer to the hole. “Why the hell is some fursuiter living in a hole under a school??” demanded the frustrated redheaded girl. She shifted her gaze to the man’s ears momentarily, noticing how silky and expressive they looked.
No, this situation is fucked. I can’t let my mind wander, Greta chided herself.
“Oh, didn’t you know? Furries live in underground colonies just like this. Now that you know our secret, I’m going to kill you,” Cyrus said in a dramatic voice, staring at her intensely with his dark eyes. After seeing the look of befuddled horror on his visitor’s face, he chuckled. “It’s a joke; I won’t kill you or anything! I am actually the Easter Bunny. The truth is that you’re going to help me replace those eggs. I started your transformation with that same magic I sobered you with; pretty nifty, huh?”
This whole situation was insane; there was no way she could remotely process any of this. “Dude, are you on drugs or what?? How the hell do I get out of he-- o-oohhh…” a strange tingle manifested in her chest and quickly spread to her stomach, catching the young woman off guard. Her body warmed, sweat beading across her lithe frame.
“First, let’s put a little meat on you,” Cyrus grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What are you doing to me, you-- f-fuuuck!” The strange sensations reached her ass and breasts, amplifying in potency. Rapid spasms shot through her most sensitive areas. “What-- are you doing to me?...” She moaned out pleadingly. She felt like something hot was filling her body, causing it to stretch.
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