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Lost in a sea of arousal, Greta was far too entranced by this strange man to question anything.  Staring at Cyrus, deep, unyielding arousal built within the young woman’s silky body.  Why do I feel like this?  Why did I just ask him to violate me?  These thoughts echoed in her head, along with concerns regarding her new body.

“It’s throbbing; why does it hurt?”  Greta whined, clenching the bedsheets with her hand as her body trembled.  Her loins throbbed with growing need, craving any type of stimulation.

“That's what being in heat does to you.  Lucky for you, I am trained to deal with situations just like this,” the male teased as his penis ached.  He wasn’t lying earlier when he told Greta her heat cycle was hard on both of them; pinning down and ravaging this sultry bun was his top priority.  “As you can see, you’ve left a profound impact on me.”  With that, he stood at the foot of the bed, gesturing to the massive erection straining against his shorts.

Greta’s pupils dilated upon noticing how well endowed this male was; his boxers struggled to contain the writhing mass beneath.  A growing part of her wanted to reach over and tear the shorts right off of him.  She envisioned his cock springing forth and filling her nostrils with a musty, male fragrance; every second that passed added to her mounting desire for sexual release.  With her newly enhanced nose, she quickly recognized the rabbit man’s smokey, pleasant scent.

“You can smell and hear so much more now, can’t you?  I am sure it’s overwhelming at first,” said Cyrus sympathetically, reaching down to brush his fingers over her ear.

“Ahh--” Greta took a sharp breath as her rabbit ears folded down against her head in response.  She hadn’t expected them to be so sensitive to touch.

“They are very sensitive, yes.  However, if you trust me, I can show you how that’s not a bad thing,” the rabbit man said in a low voice, maintaining eye contact.  Deep within him, a masculine urge to breed took hold.  Regardless, he refused to stop being a gentleman.

Greta’s desire for copulation drowned out any nagging urge to scream or cry over how bizarre and wrong all of this was.  His words had her intrigued; how could sensitive ears be a good thing?  “I just…”  She hesitated, feeling a deep sense of shame amidst the haze of lust.  “I want to be touched.  Please, help me,” the woman murmured as her ears tapered down.  With a huff of annoyance at herself, Greta closed her eyes to hide.

Cyrus couldn’t believe how utterly adorable this woman’s mannerisms were.  A short while ago, the man saw her as some brat that just needed to repay her debt and then be set free.  Greta’s ability to be both horny and bashful simultaneously struck a chord with the magical being; apparently, this was something he enjoyed.  “I mean, I guess if you’re going to insist.  It would be rude to deny the request of a rabbit woman in heat; trust me, they can be crazy if they don’t get what they want,” teased Cyrus as a wide grin spread across his face.

Maintaining coherent thoughts proved difficult through the miasma of sexual desire that plagued Greta.  Noticing the man’s hand moving closer, she instinctually recoiled.  After her initial trepidation, she realized there was no hostility in this man’s body language.  She eased up, allowing the male's fingers to trace and caress her sensitive ear gently.  “Ahh…”  The woman gasped, a shiver going down her spine.  She felt his skilled fingers move down the silky appendage and scratch the base gently.  A warm tingle bubbled up within her chest and spread through her extremities.  How can it feel so good to have my ears touched?  Greta failed to understand just how different a supple bunny body could be.

“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” insisted Cyrus, thoroughly planning to show this woman a wonderful and fulfilling evening.

Was there any other option at this point?  Greta didn’t know if she could resist any form of sexual temptation right now.  As the male scratched her ears and head, a feeling of comfort manifested within her.  Getting attention from a powerful male appealed to her on a level she didn’t comprehend.  Ignoring the throbbing in her loins, the rabbit woman squirmed and breathed deeply.  This is so wrong; I need to make him stop.  Despite her internal pleading, her mouth would not say the words.  Without realizing it, Greta nuzzled her head against the scratches Cyrus gave her.  An intrinsic need for physical touch overwhelmed her senses.

“Let’s get a better angle here,” Cyrus stated as he crawled into the bed.  He sat up and grabbed the rabbit woman.

“H-- Hey!  What are you doing?”  Greta responded with a huff.  She squirmed in protest as the larger male adjusted and pulled the young into his lap.  His soft hands gripped her thighs and moved her legs; when finished, Greta faced the man and had her legs around him.  “Why are you holding me like this?”  Demanded the fluffy female with a grumble of defiance.  Being this close to Cyrus made her acutely aware of how much larger he was.  She sat on his lap so comfortably, taking in his intoxicating, masculine musk.

“I don’t have access to your best assets when you lay on your back.”  With a cheeky grin, the Easter Bunny nipped the woman’s neck and slipped his hand around her waist.

Before she could question him further, Greta felt a strange sensation from her backside and let out a tiny yelp.  Cyrus had found his way to her new, fuzzy rabbit puff of a tail and wasted no time in scratching it gently.  “Th-- that’s sensitive!  Be careful,” the woman whined.  The combination of having her ears and tail petted left the young woman feeling warm and fuzzy all over.  All the while, the breathing and rhythmic heartbeats emanating from the male’s chest soothed and aroused Greta.  It seemed wrong to think and feel this way but couldn’t be helped.  Embers lit within the rabbit girl, her vulva growing hotter and stickier by the second.  She would have never thought of her ears as an erogenous zone, but it seemed Greta had a few new sensitive spots on her luscious, rabbit body.

“You will enjoy this, I promise.” Primal arousal within him built within Cyrus, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Unable to control herself, Greta buried her face against the man’s chest, nuzzling close to him.  Something hard bruised against her inner thigh, causing the woman to shudder.  His erection is right there.  Sparks of excitement flared up as she ground her hips against the man.  Every stroke of her tail fanned the flames of passion bubbling up within her engorged sex. A shiver went down her spine as the male slid his hands up and down her hips and sides, stroking her luscious fur.  Consumed with unending lust, the voice of reason in Greta’s head grew quieter; instead, musings of lewd acts danced in her head, tempting the young lady with promises of a sensual evening.  Little nips traced down her neck while Cyrus continued to touch her.  He violated her fluffy tail and scratched the fur of her inner thigh with slow, methodical motions.

Cyrus's great sexual desire stirred; the rabbit girl’s lewd noises and body language drove him mad.  Whenever her naked body shook and pressed closer to him, Cyrus found it more difficult to contain his primal urges.  He slid his hands all over her back, sides, and ass, making sure to enjoy her perfect fluff.  Intoxicating flavor flooded the man’s mouth and nostrils as he nipped and sucked on her neck.

“Ahhh!”  Greta cried out as a great furnace lit up beneath her navel. Each bite elicited mews and moans from the harlot rabbit while stinging need ravaged her nethers.  I shouldn’t let him do this-- I need to make him stop.  She fought to resist the desires of her plush, hormonal body.  Unfortunately for Greta, she could not triumph over estrus.  Cyrus grabbed Greta’s shoulders suddenly and pushed her forward, pinning her down to the bed.”Eep!”  The rabbit girl let out a squeal of surprise.  Now embarrassed, she turned her head away from the masculine being above.  “I thought you liked having access to my tail,” she grumbled, attempting to show some defiance despite her inability to fight the perpetual horniness.

“As it turns out, your back has such a nice curve that I don't think your tail will get squashed,” the man teased, slipping his fingers around her backside to touch the fluff.  After eliciting an adorable reaction, he pulled away and grinned devilishly.  “Also, this angle is far more convenient,” assured Cyrus.

“Convenient?”  Greta felt like she should have been more concerned regarding what the Easter Bunny wanted to do to her.  Before her thought train got too far, the male leaned in for a hard kiss.  Unable to control herself, Greta’s body pulsed and tingled with pure sexual energy.  She opened her mouth, allowing Cyrus access as their tongues pushed together.  Without realizing it, Greta’s hips began to rock up and down just slightly.  Spasms pulsed through her vulva as it dripped with hot, sticky fluid.  Every bit of attention Cyrus lathered her with only fueled the desire for sexual release while a nagging thought in the back of her head screamed to breed.

“You poor thing.  Let me help you,” Cyrus said soothingly after pulling away from the panting bunny woman’s mouth.

Before getting the chance to ask questions, the male lowered his head and latched onto the woman’s nipple.  Greta gasped, an electric shiver exploding through her breast while her body broke out into goosebumps. His teeth carefully bit down on her nipple as he ran his tongue over the erect, pink nub.  “Ahhh!!”  Greta moaned as her tit quivered with painful bliss.  Her ears twitched and folded down against her head while her breathing grew erratic.  It shouldn’t feel this good.  She lamented her feeble willpower, writhing and gripping the bedsheets shamefully. Greta suddenly moaned as pressure enveloped her clitoris.

Cyrus pinched the nub with his finger and thumb, giving it a little squeeze and a rub.  He knew how to increase the pace of the sexual torment at just the correct rate, gradually using more pressure and going faster.

An orgasmic ripple surged through Greta’s pelvis, her girlish cries and mews echoing off the bedroom walls.  She continued moving her hips up and down, thrusting desperately against the rabbit man’s dextrous fingers.  Her vagina spasmed sympathetically with her clitoris, longing to be filled and ravaged.  As if reading her mind, Cyrus pushed two fingers in through her labia, finding her tight hole.  With an almost joyful moan, the silky rabbit woman pushed her hips down to aid in the penetration.  Oh god, I don’t want this to stop.  Greta needed to be violated; the only important thing in the world right now was this moment.  “Ooooh!”  She moaned out shakily as the male’s fingers hooked inside of her body and began to rub, pulling in and out slowly as he did so.  An intense pressure mounted below her womb, her vaginal canal spasming and gripping the invading digits greedily.  Just as Greta assumed this pleasure couldn’t get any better, the lust rabbit man’s thumb pushed in through the sticky folds, brushing over her clitoris.  Using a single hand, he could stimulate all the important bits with ease.  Tension mounted within her engorged, throbbing pussy.  Through the miasma of lustful desire, Greta couldn’t put up a fight.  Her body reacted automatically, desperately thrusting down to meet the man’s fingers as she made lewd noises.  It didn’t take long before the dam burst, sending the harlot bunny girl into the throws of incomprehensible bliss.  Unlike any orgasm she had before, the potency of this climax was beyond compare.

Cyrus knew she would need a moment.  Luckily for him, it wouldn’t take long for her to be ready for round two.  After the woman’s legs buckled and she hit her limit, he pulled his fingers out of her and admired the gooey puddle that formed beneath the woman’s vaginal opening.

Greta absolutely couldn’t take any more.  Stars filled her vision, her mind glazing over as her body thrashed and buckled before this man’s control of her body.  A weak, breathy gasp dripped from her mouth as the male’s fingers left her tight, twitching hole.  Euphoria swelled within the young woman, blanketing her in a buttery warm veil of fuzzy feelings.  Her eyes closed tightly, deeply breathing as she basked in the afterglow.

“I bet those endorphins feel nice,” Cyrus softly stated as he crawled into the bed.  He put a hand on her back, rubbing her gently.  Despite the turbulent situation behind their meeting, he had grown attached to this hormone-filled bunny girl.  The whole ‘being in heat’ thing probably helped with that.

“Yes, it--”  her words cut off as heat built within her womb once more.  “Something is happening…  No, not again, please,” pleaded the fluffy female as her ears folded down.  Every inch of her supple, curvy rabbit body felt so sensitive.  On top of that, estrus amplified all of these issues and made the situation multitudes worse.

“Sorry, dear.”  Cyrus gave a sympathetic look and shook his head.  “You’re in heat; the night is only just getting started,” the man said to her in a matter-of-fact tone.  He could think of worse ways to spend the evening.

“It burns…”  Greta writhed, pushing her legs together.  Even though she had just experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life, the thought of going for another session grew more appealing by the second.  “Please-- how do I make this stop?  I don’t want to be horny anymore,” the female pleaded as adrenaline began to pump through her veins once more.  She could hear the man’s breathing and heartbeat quite clearly with her new ears; each sound combined with the rabbit man’s musty scent, creating an ultimately masculine image in her head.  Greta’s instincts screamed at her to breed with this powerful male; his genetic material would indeed produce some beautiful children.  Though she didn’t want to admit it, a part of her yearned for another session with the Easter Bunny.  She was already in this deep; maybe giving in to her carnal desires would be okay.

“You might start to feel some pressure in your abdomen soon.  Apologies in advance, but I will still need to collect those replacement eggs before the night ends,” teased the handsome bunny with a cheeky smirk.

It took a moment for Greta to process those words through her mental fog.  Is he saying I’m going to lay eggs?  She immediately felt that she was asking herself a stupid question.  Before getting the chance to ruminate, Cyrus forcefully pressed his lips against hers, flooding the harlot rabbit girl with a thrilling rush of sexual need.  The only thing that mattered right now was getting some sweet sexual release.

 “Eep!”  The woman squealed as affectionate nips assaulted her ears.  An icy cold shiver coursed through her spine, dispersing through her torso and limbs.  Only the burning hot oven beneath her belly button stayed warm; stoking the fires of passion within Greta was no easy task.  Her eyes shifted downward, once again noticing the massive bulge concealed by the man’s boxers.

It must be huge; I want to see it.  I have to see it.

Betrayed by her unyielding arousal, Greta desperately wished to evaluate this man’s masculinity on a more intimate level.  “Cyrus…  Lay next to me, please…”  The woman uttered her words with a sultry and breathy cadence.

Cyrus wasn’t about to protest.  He noticed the wild look in her eyes and immediately understood that he was in for a treat.  “Whatever you wish, my dear,” he complied, adjusting himself as he laid on his back next to her.  “I’m smart enough to listen to the requests of a female rabbit in heat.”  Then again, what man would want to say no in this situation?

Greta stared at the white rabbit with excitement.  Pushing away rational thought, she sat up at his side and stretched her delicate fingers over the man’s plush, well-formed frame.  Beneath the sterling silver fluff was well-formed muscle.  Seeing this perfect male as anything but the pinnacle of manliness seemed impossible.  Her body now trembling, Greta leaned down and nipped his chest with a slight growl. Musky, salty, wonderful-- all words that sprang to mind upon sampling this man’s flavor.  Consumed by this new desire, the nearly feral rabbit-woman nipped and sucked on the man’s chest, neck, and shoulders.

“Oh, I see…”  Cyrus muttered, closing his eyes as he rested his head back.  Fuck, this is hot.  The male’s penis throbbed and screamed for stimulation while his body shuddered with every nip.  Her lewd growls and biting were almost too much; it took every ounce of his willpower not to pin her down for breeding this second.

Greta plastered the man with lustful, wet kisses as her body writhed and screamed at her to return the love Cyrus showed her a few minutes earlier.  With another growl, she forced her tongue into his mouth, moving her fingers up to grip his chest.  Her assault continued as she made her way downward, kissing and nipping his abdomen and then waist.  A faint, fragrant odor wafted through the man’s nearby boxers and up through Greta’s nostrils.  Her eyes immediately darted toward the twitching bulge.  “You ignored this to take care of my needs, didn’t you?”  The woman asked innocently as her fluffy rabbit tail swished back and forth.  “I owe you, let me help…”  While seemingly selfless, she wouldn’t admit out loud that worshipping Cyrus’s pillar of manhood was a bid to satiate her own feminine needs.

“I-- I can’t argue with that,” Cyrus muttered, agreeing to the woman’s terms.  There was no way in hell he was going to pass this up.

Greta’s fingers slipped into the waistband of the man’s shorts and pulled them down.  Every fiber of her being screamed to free Cyrus from these linen confines.  The band caught on his impressive shaft, pushing the horny bunny girl to pull harder. Finally, the thick length broke free and sprung to attention before Greta’s eyes.  Her cheeks immediately flushed a brighter shade of crimson beneath the fluff.  Damn, that’s at least eight inches.  She mused to herself.  Maybe larger, she wasn’t entirely sure. The pink flesh stood tall and proud, emitting a dense odor that made the woman’s body quiver with primal lust.

With shaky hands, Greta shifted onto her knees below Cyrus and gripped the base of his penis.  In response, the male’s body shuddered, and he let out a low grunt.  For the first time this evening, the rabbit girl felt some degree of control; this man’s well-formed body desired her just as much as she needed him.  It wasn’t as if she were going to torture him sexually, but knowing she had some control made her pleased.  With skillful movements, she applied some pressure and pushed her fingers upward to massage the shaft.  The way it pulsed and twitched beneath her fingers caused her vagina to tingle, oozing hot lubricant down her thigh.  “I-- I want to be mad at you, but…  You’re turning me the fuck on right now; I can’t help myself,” the woman let out a growl as she opened her mouth.  Before the Easter Bunny could respond, Greta slid the tip of her tongue over the head of the man’s penis.  As the man’s hips jerked in response to the sudden bunny attack, the woman doubled down on her efforts, pushing her tongue down over the shaft and taking his cock into her mouth. The salty, male flavor hit her tastebuds in just the right way, stoking the embers of sexual need that consumed her womb.  As she sucked and pleasured the writhing phallus, Great moved one of her hands down to the man’s scrotum.  She gripped the fuzzy sack, making sure not to squeeze too hard.  Now on her hands and knees, she used her other hand to press the base while sucking more vigorously on Cyrus’s spasming manhood.

This combination of having his scrotum stroked and squeezed along with the base of his penis was almost too much; the blowjob just amplified this. Cyrus gasped, closing his eyes as he admired this harlot rabbit’s abilities.  Every inch of his genitalia felt precise stimulation that rendered him immobile.  “You-- are pretty damn good, I concede,” Cyrus grunted, feeling his resolve weaken.

Greta continued administering fellatio as the pace picked up.  Squeezing the male’s assets, the woman bobbed her head up and down, sucking and swirling her tongue around the musky rod.  Every grunt and moan from the male beneath her only fed into her heat-induced frenzy.  When the precum beaded at the tip, her tongue greedily pushed over the tip, lapping up every last drop.  This seemed to push the rabbit man over the edge as he took a sharp breath, his hips shaking.  With a low, hearty moan, Cyrus released his load into the woman’s mouth as the throws of orgasm took over.  Greta felt a deep, instinctual thrill as she bobbed her head harder and accepted the hot, sticky spray into her throat.  Without hesitation, she ran her tongue up the entire length to clean off every last drop of creamy goo.  It seemed so sweet and wonderful, unlike any she had tasted before; there was nothing off-putting about this masculine creature’s semen.  Honestly, it was enjoyable.  After cleaning off the shrinking erection, she pulled away and cuddled up to Cyrus with her tail wagging.  “That was for your benefit…  I’m hoping you recover quickly,” the horny bunny huffed, nipping the man’s neck.  Sucking off Cyrus had left her a sopping wet mess of hormones.

“Don’t underestimate me now,” Cyrus smirked, deciding he had enjoyed the afterglow long enough.  He glowed with a soft aura, activating his magic.  In the blink of an eye, the rabbit man recovered his energy and once again fell under the spell of Greta’s estrus cycle.

The rabbit girl blinked and stared down to see that his manhood once again stood tall and proud.  “That-- was admittedly fast,” the woman purred, quite excited to see there would be a short continuation.

Cyrus sat back up and grabbed the woman around her waist.  Ignoring her squeal of surprise, he put the woman on her knees and bent her over while adjusting her thighs.  “Make yourself comfortable with those pillows if you’d like,” said the Easter Bunny oh so innocently.

Is he going for this angle?  Greta felt a deep pang of shame which gradually faded away instead of pure excitement.  Her perky, silky ass jutted outward from this bent-over angle, presenting itself to the alpha male.  Despite the humiliating rise, something primal within her wanted this badly.  Figuring out her plan, she gripped the bedsheets and rested her head against a pillow.

“This angle is a favorite for rabbit women.  I’ll teach you the reasons as I go,” Cyrus eagerly said as he moved his fingers up over the woman’s cashmere thighs, giving her rear a spank.  He then grabbed his throbbing penis and aligned the tip with her tight pussy hole.

A shiver of anticipation coursed through Greta’s body as she felt the folds above her vaginal opening separate.  As the man’s tip slid into her body, the woman shuddered and pushed her hips back slowly.  It was less of a conscious choice on her part to react this way; Greta’s body knew what it needed.  “Ooooh!!!”  She moaned out as the thick meat log stretched her insides apart.  Unlike his fingers, the man’s girthy erection filled her in a much fuller and more intense way.  He was so large that it would require a little time to stretch her out fully.

“Reason one, this angle is great; I have full access to that tail,” said Cyrus simply, quite happy to demonstrate.

“What are y-- oh…”  The woman’s response turned into a lewd whimper as the man began to sensually rub and scratch the base of her fluffy rabbit tail.  As he did so, he made sure to gradually increase the speed of his thrusting.  As his monstrous cock slid into Greta, it plunged deeper with every thrust.  Greta gasped and moaned, flicking her tail wildly as her hips pushed to meet each movement.  It was impossibly tight; pressure built within her as hot pulses of pleasure burst through the woman’s pelvis.  As she grew more enthralled with this lovely breeding session, Greta was quickly taken off guard by a tight, almost painful sensation beneath her navel.  “Ugghh…”  She moaned from the pleasure and discomfort simultaneously.

“Oh, I see what’s happening,” the Easter Bunny responded, raising an eyebrow.  It was time for a change of plans.

“W-- What’s happening?”  Greta responded breathily. Much to her dismay, she felt Cyrus fully remove his penis from her writhing pussy hole.  Why did he stop??

“Reason two this angle is great was something you just experienced.  I can really get nice and deep.  Reason three is having easy access to the backup hole in case of an emergency,” Cyrus couldn’t help but laugh, feeling pleased with his wit.  “Those eggs we talked about have arrived; I’ll be careful with them.”

A mix of panic and arousal swirled within Greta’s head.  So she was going to lay eggs; it was surreal to think this could happen to her. The pressure in her womb built as a bizarre, prickly sensation manifested in her cervix.  “I-- it’s being pushed apart…”  The woman whined, deeply feeling humiliated.

“Let’s get this hole lubed up,” Cyrus ignored her last statement, using his magic to coat his fingers in a slick substance.  He pushed his index finger up into her anus without hesitation while torquing slowly to get her nice and lubricated.

“AHH!”  The woman yelped out in surprise as her ass twitched around the invading digit.  It felt so tight; this wasn’t a situation she had much experience with. Now lubricated, she felt the finger disappear while Cyrus gripped her supple, round ass with both hands.  Greta’s heart rate spiked as a weak, raspy moan escaped her lips.  Her rectum spread apart slowly as Cyrus violated the woman with his impressive manhood.  She expected it to hurt, but waves of the rabbit man’s magic flowed out from his cock and permeated through to her vagina.  As her anus spasmed and gripped the invader, her throbbing pussy spasmed with euphoric bursts.

Her cervix opened fully as the first egg slid out into her birth canal.  It felt so big, forcing the rabbit girl to cry out in humiliation.  Greta’s body reacted appropriately, contracting and spasming around the egg in an attempt to oust it from her body.  Before the first hit the opening, another descended from her uterus.  The realization that there would be multiple eggs caused the bunny girl to panic.  “How any am I going to lay!?”  She whined, still pushing her hips back against the man’s hips while making sultry mews.  Even when trying to resist, she couldn’t stop her body from pursuing its needs.

“Hmmm, we’ll just have to see,” responded Cyrus, increasing his pace.  With a peased grunt, he continued to thrust and stroke the woman’s sensitive tail.  While doing this, he leaned forward and nipped the female’s ear.

With a shaky gasp, Greta’s whole body ignited with buttery bliss.  Her rectum and vagina contracted, sending waves of joy through every cell of her supple, fluffy body.  She began to push, moaning louder as the first egg forced her crevice apart and slid out onto the bed with a plop.  Something struck her.  Pushing the egg out actually felt kind of nice; the way it strained her insides apart added to the orgasmic torrent that Cyrus provided her.  “Oooooh!!”  Greta’s hips pushed back further her ass sticking up even higher.  She pushed harder as a couple more eggs slid out the harlot bunny.  It was so uncomfortable; her tummy felt so full and boated, so each egg she forced out gradually brought her relief.  A desperate yearning to relieve that awful pressure consumed her mind, driving her to push and scream out lewd, rabbit girl noises.  Eggs continued popping out of Greta’s twitching pussy while Cyrus quite gladly fucked her asshole. Both grew closer to climax, reaching the apex of pleasure together.  “Cyrus!!”  The female moaned out, pushing back harder and harder as a sea of light enveloped her body.  She felt her soul leaving her body as she climaxed and pushed the last two eggs out onto the bed.  It was hard to comprehend how long it lasted; all senses and rational thoughts melted into the abyss of sexual release.  Greta was more than happy to just sit here with a glazed expression, moaning and purring while her body twitched and writhed.

Cyrus moaned loudly as he hit his limit.  The masculine being pulled into her and released his load, coating her insides with his hot, messy love.  Her ass was so nice and tight; every aspect of this lewd bunny girl felt designed for sex.  After giving himself a minute to catch his breath and grow softer, Cyrus pulled out of Greta and looked down at the many colorful eggs that now laid upon the dampened sheets.  “This is a good haul!  I was going to have you put them back out, but I’ll get that taken care of.’  He gathered the eggs and laid them in a basket he had ready nearby.  They were still nice and warm; it was a shame he couldn’t keep any for himself.

Greta felt a strange feeling of warmth and happiness as Cyrus pulled her into his arms and held her face to his chest.  He performed admirably as a big spoon, lulling the fluffy bunny woman into a sense of peace and safety.  How did this happen?  This was supposed to be a night of punishment.  Greta mused over how her mood and initial terror transformed into something vastly different.  Despite this, nagging anxiety dug its claws into her, refusing to let her relax quite yet.  An important question had to be asked first.  “Cyrus, what…  Happens now exactly?”  She asked hesitantly as her ears folded down anxiously.

That was fair; Cyrus realized he owed her some answers.  He took a moment to think, enjoying the smokey, feminine scent radiating from the curvaceous bunny.  While stroking his fingers through her hair and scratching her ears gently, he finally responded.  “Well…  I can transform you back, send you home, and you will never see me again.  Life will go on.”

Greta’s heart grew cold.  Just a little while ago, returning to normalcy was the only thing she could think of.  For some reason, hearing those words uttered forth from Cyrus brought her great pain.  Even if this man captured and transformed her, the thought of never seeing him again made her deeply uncomfortable.  Maybe it was sad, but no one had ever made her feel this satisfied and loved before.  “O-- oh, I see…  Right, that was the plan, I think,” she weakly responded as she closed her eyes.  What the hell happened to me?

“I’m not done yet,” responded Cyrus, moving his hand up as he cupped the adorable, feminine creature’s chin.  “I’ve never offered more than that first option before, but there’s a first time for everything.”  He took a deep breath, finding the words to articulate himself.  “I would like to retire someday.  Just as my father, grandfather, and other ancestors live a luxurious life of relaxation, I too desire this wondrous lifestyle,” Cyrus continued with a musical tone.  “It’s time for me to bear myself an heir who cant ake over the family business.  I’m going to need myself a lovely rabbit wife to impregnate and retire with.  I think you know where I’m going with this.”

Greta’s heart rate picked up as she stared into the man’s eyes with pure awe.  She couldn’t believe this was happening.  Could she really escape from her shit hole of a life and live with Cyrus?  For the first time in what felt like years, a feeling of hope bubbled up within Greta.  “A-- are you serious?”  She responded cautiously, feeling apprehensive that this could be real.

“Dead serious.  I like you; you’re sassy and have character.  You’re also hotter than hell.  I am a magical rabbit man, I can tell we would be happy together, so trust me.”  He grinned, strongly desiring a rabbit mate to breed with repeatedly.  “I have way more sexy magic tricks to show you.  You can feel as good as you did today every night for the rest of eternity, miss Greta.”  Retirement with a sexy, horny bunny wife sounded rather heavenly to him.

The rabbit woman’s ears perked, her tail swishing back and forth in an animated fashion.  “If you impregnate me, I expect the pregnant wife experience, by the way.  Catering to my cravings, massaging my feet, putting up with mood swings, all of it.  Also, you’d better not expect me to sit like an obedient little housewife at home.  If you don’t let me give you shit, you can take me home,” the bunny grinned and stuck her tongue out playfully.

What a great answer.  Cyrus grinned and then shrugged.  “I concede.  You win; you can sass me, and I will treat you like a queen while you’re pregnant.  We’ll keep things fair, okay?”  He was pleased with this rabbit in his arms.  With a content sigh, the man slid his hands up and down her back gently, petting her tail and lathering her furry body with gentle attention.

Maybe this is what I needed. Greta reasoned, snuggling closer to Cyrus as she buried her face into his chest.  “Don’t worry.  If tonight is any indicator, you’ll be getting plenty of attention and love from me as well,” the young woman teased, nipping at the male’s powerful neck with a slight growl.

“Man, what a good night for me.  Thank you for being a little shit so I noticed you.  I would have never met you if you were a good girl,” Cyrus harassed the bun, nipping hear ear playfully.

“Hmmph!”  Greta turned her head away with a huff.  She couldn’t really be mad though; the teasing and attention made her genuinely happy. “Just do some of your magic bullshit to put the eggs out.  I’m tired and want to cuddle you.  Okay?”  She asked with a yawn, wiggling closer as exhaustion overtook her.  It was hard for the young lady to remember the last time she fell asleep so peacefully.

A content grin spread across the Easter Bunny’s face as he ran his fingers through the sleeping girl’s hair.  She looked so precious and angelic like this.  “Sleep well.  Youll need your energy.  Tonight was just a warm up,” he teased as he kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.  Before long, the rabbit couple slept together arm in arm, ready to face the future together with an optimistic smile.





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