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With a slam, Axel threw the door to his trailer shut. After how many times he'd slam it in a fit of excitement, the handle was worse for wear and the lock didn't even work. His trailer was decrepit, with shaggy carpets trailing on the floor and beer bottles and piss-stains all around. The skylight was shattered, and Axel never bothered to clean up the glass. Leaving the window busted let the smoke funnel out of the trailer. Whenever he wanted to hotbox, Axel just threw duct tape on the roof to plug up the hole.

Axel was young, wild, and free. He wore a fake leather vest with a tassels dangling and nothing underneath. His jeans were the same pair he'd been rocking out in since he knew how to button them, and the belt buckle he wore had "Wrangler Club - 2004" embossed from his "cowboy" days. His hair had grown shaggy and white, long enough where you could probably tie him up with it. His beard nearly reached down to his ankles and reeked of alcohol and weed. And his sunglasses, the ones you could have swore he robbed from John Lennon's grave himself, were round with purple lenses. On his forehead he wore a headband, with a stereotypical Native American pattern weaved into it.

Busting open his vintage record player, Axel pulled out Fleetwood Mac's Rumours and loaded it up onto the player. Axel considered himself a rockstar, he started touring as a session musician with a few bands in the early 2000s, but at this point all the people he knew from those days were gone; dead, or worse in his eyes, retired. Axel forever held onto his youth, continuing to play random gigs as a rhythm guitarist. He had his vintage pure white Les Paul hanging above his bed next to a dried out deer skull, though at this point the guitar was about as yellowed as the bones next to it.

Axel had a kid back "home", a young boy who's name he never bothered to remember. Axel was a deadbeat, too busy touring to take care of his kid. In fact, today was Easter and here he was barging into his trailer ignoring all his other responsibilities and listening to Second Hand News creak out of the speaker of his record player. His son's mother was hoping this would be the year Axel would join his child's life, but it grew ever more clear that this was not the year.

And it's not like Axel had no idea it was Easter either, he actually knew what day it was surprisingly. Today, to celebrate Jesus or whatever, Axel busted out his stash. Underneath the trailer's sink there was an old wooden crate, small and latched shut. Axel pulled on the latch to try and pry it open to no avail. He pulled a pocket knife from his back jean pocket and jimmied it under the lock, pulling the crate open.

Inside there it was, his pride and joy. Peyote, and lots of it. He had met an old native shaman who was selling the stuff by the ounce at one of the hippie festivals he attended. It was the real deal, tiny dried out cactuses about the same size as one of his guitar picks. When he bought the box the shaman left a note inside, and as Axel peered into the crate he saw the paper taped up at the top. In blue ink it read, "REAL AUTHENTIC PEYOTE - CAREFUL: AVOID OVER CONSUMPTION". He had heard from the shaman about the mystical affects of the drug, hallucinations and some other stories. But he paid it no mind, he knew he was only trying it to get completely fucked up.

The shaman also told him the many ways he could take it, but he had smoked between then and now and had already forgotten what he had said. He took the dried buds and laid them in his mortar and pestle, crushing some of them up into a powder. For a moment Axel contemplated, not about the morality of using such a spiritual drug when it was frowned upon when used outside of religious ceremony, but about whether he should smoke or snort it. Axel decided to go with the tried and true method, he took the caution paper from the inside of the crate and rolled up most of the powder into a blunt.

Lighting the cigar and taking a huff, there was a jolt in Axel's body like the zip you get from the first sip of black coffee in the morning. The blunt burned in his hand like a lantern, the light seemed to shimmer through his trailer as if it were a beacon. Once it had reached the end, he took the remaining bits of powder and cut it into lines to sniff. Still Axel stood there, slightly disappointed. He expected more from the drug, for now he was just seeing flights of color in his trailer. He wanted a rush, to feel like he was running through the desert without a care in the world.

In another fit he grabbed the rest of the cacti from the crate and started eating them like chips. The felt sandy in his mouth and left a salty taste. Once he'd reached the bottom of the box he lifted it over his head and shook it up and down, trying to let the rest of the crumbs land in his mouth. As his hands shook the box in the air he felt his arms start to fail, and his stomach lurched. His hands dropped to his side leaving the crate to slam on his head. As his body started to fail his head slammed against the counter he had been standing in front of, knocking him out cold if he weren't already...

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The sky was clear, the sun was in the middle of the sky and a cool breeze swept through the trees leaving an aroma of pine and spruce. When Axel came to he woke up in the forest, red grass underneath his face. Wait, red grass? As an expert in all things grass (though maybe not this grass) he knew it was not supposed to be red. He tried lifting his face but could only muster enough energy to blink. He gazed out as far as he could see, which wasn't much far since he could tell he was stuck deep in the woods. He could see his purple sunglasses shattered over by a tree next to his vest and headband. He could feel the wind gust against the skin of his legs and could tell that he was naked down there too; had he stripped while in a hallucinated haze? Was he still hallucinating?

Trying to look down next to his face he could tell the red was his own blood, though he didn't feel any wounds on his body. Suddenly the words of the shaman erupted in his head, warnings of possible vomiting of blood. The rest of his words seemed muddled now, alongside most of the thoughts in Axel's head.

With a weak blink the scenery changed slightly, there was now an egg nearby his clothes. It was large and colorful, an orange and yellow checkered pattern covered its shell. When he blinked once more another egg appeared, a bit larger and this time in a pink and white striped pattern. Each time his eyes would close another egg appeared in his vision. They started defying the laws of physics, spawning in the air, under the trees, within his head. His sight became swallowed by a cacophony of colorful eggs.

As his eyesight became consumed by the bright lights he suddenly woke back up, this time regaining full consciousness. As his strength grew back he struggled to stand up off the ground, only able to get up on all fours. He stayed there for a minute before starting to crawl, attempting to make his way back to his trailer, wherever it may be. He was still naked, but his clothes weren't anywhere to be found now. As he crawled through the forest he could hear the chattering of all the forest dwellers in the distance. The calls of birds in the trees and skittering squirrels populated the air while he moved on the ground.

He could feel the peyote moving in his stomach, though not in the same way as it did before. Before it was a nauseating feeling, like food poisoning. Here it was more strange, a twist and a pull inside that was changing his mood. The grass under his arms and legs was starting to feel softer, and everything was growing larger. He figured these were just hallucinations, side-effects of the drugs. Axel pushed onwards as steady as he could. His hair seemed to be getting shorter, it no longer covered his eyes while he trotted along.

While everything continued to grow around him, Axel could feel his legs changing. His feet stretched out, and his toes swelled with pads on the bottom and toenails rounding out and hardening into small claws. His arms shifted too, he could no longer use his hands like normal. The wrists had straightened out and his hands had contorted into paws, with short stubby fingers and claws much like his legs. All across his back and on his legs he grew pure white fur, at this point his formerly long hair and beard were just more fur.

Axel chalked it all up to the peyote still, even if this high wasn't as normal as his normal trips. Er, well, it was normal. Too normal, in a sense. It didn't feel like some kind of strange hallucination that he was going through because of one too many hits, or some weird dream he got after passing out. It felt real, he could feel the grass under his toes, the leaving brushing up against his new puffy tail.

His head started to morph as well. His jaw protruded out into more of a snout shape, with his nose flattening and growing wide. His ears perked up and seemingly shifted up his head, they stretched out and and grew thin. At this point, hallucination or not, Axel knew he was transforming into a rabbit.

As the rest of his body accustomed to the change, his groin morphed. His penis and balls had sort of disappeared in the wake of all the other morphs that were happening. In its place he could feel a vagina puffing out, and with it came a wave of heat. Feeling a large amount of arousal wash over him, he stopped dead in his tracks for a moment. The new bunny was stuck in her heat for a moment before catching a glimpse of movement in the bushes.

What emerged from the bushes was a much larger rabbit than her, and on top of that it was a light blue. When she stared up at the bunny in front of her, she immediately noticed his larger than normal underparts. Without skipping a beat the two had locked eyes and knew what was about to happen. The large blue bunny quickly hopped behind her and took a stance, immediately pushing himself inside her.

The new bunny could feel the big blue bunny rapidly slamming into her with his cock. She had already submitted to being known forever more as just a breeder for him, letting their primal urges intertwine into one. Every quick thrust felt to her like a passionate, methodical kiss. They seemed to go on forever, two lovers enthralled with each other until the end of time.

The blue bunny picked his pace up even faster. His feet hopped up and down and looked like they had left the ground. Like an automaton he pounded into her rhythmically and quick, and the two bunnies were panting together in synchronized harmony. Suddenly she felt his claws dig into her back as he ejaculated, she could feel his cum reaching deep inside her. As she huffed on the ground the blue bunny pushed himself away and stood beside her, seemingly waiting.

Suddenly she felt something wrench inside her. With a sudden push she started to move a large colorful egg out of her pussy. The egg had a rainbow pattern, and was roughly twice the size of her small pussy. Despite what clearly should have been pain, the new bunny could only feel a huge rush of ecstasy flowing through her as her egg left her body. Once she laid her egg, her blue mate ran over and started to roll the egg over. She looked over at the bunny and watched as he pushed the egg down into a massive den.

Looking down inside, she could see it was fantastically massive, with piles upon piles of colorful Easter eggs stacked up to the roof. She looked farther down and saw a large pack of bunnies, with many blue bunnies mounting and humping the female white bunnies. With a chirp she slip down the entrance of the den and landed next to all the other bunnies, where her mate met her at the bottom.

In an instant they were already getting to work. The Easter bunnies were mating constantly to create enough Easter eggs. As for Axel, when he woke up the next day she was laying next to her bunny lover, living a life of pure pleasure.