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Sleepey stopped pouring drinks for a moment and pivoted his ears to make sure he heard right. "You told him I'm the Easter Bunny?"

The response from the next room was simple, without a moment's hesitation: "yes."

The pink-furred bunny laughed and brought the drinks through. His guest - a handsome, older lizard named Gregor - thanked him politely and drank deep - clearly aware that his friend was awaiting an explanation, but happy to keep him in suspense.

"I mean you look the part, right?" Gregor finally said with a wink.

Sleepey rolled his eyes and took the opposite seat. "Was this Trude's idea by any chance?"

A wry smile flashed across the lizard's face. "You know she likes her April Fools."

"And Easter's on the same day this year... ugh." Sleepey sank into his chair. He wasn't a fan of pranks. It all seemed like a lot of effort just to make someone feel bad. But at least he wasn't the butt of this one - that would be Leif, another mutual friend. The youngest of the group, like a little brother to them... with all the status and respect that usually entails. "So what's your plan, exactly?" the rabbit grumbled. "What's the joke?"

Gregor leaned in close and lowered his voice, despite there being no one else around. "The plan is already in motion," he said. "We slipped into conversation that you're the Easter Bunny. Made out like it's no big deal, like an open secret. Didn't try to convince him or anything. So now we move to phase two. That's where YOU come in."

"Auggghhh, fuck!" Sleepey recoiled so hard from those five words that he spilled his drink all over himself.

The lizard continued. "He's already on the hook, we just need you to reel him in. Show him some Easter magic in action."

"What Easter magic would that be? You want me to lay an egg or something?" Sleepey scoffed... only to watch in horror as Gregor opened up his rucksack and emptied it onto the table.

Easter eggs. Gloves. Butt plugs. And a whole lot of lube.

"I didn't know if size would be an issue for you, since you've been hanging around those macro guys so much lately," the lizard said, chuckling. "But I brought a selection, just in case."

Sleepey stared at the pile, mouth agape, shaking his head. The smallest egg he could see was at least two fists wide. One was as big as his head. What exactly did they think he was doing with those macros?! This was never going to work, he just couldn't play along this time. He gritted his teeth and pooled his courage - today was the day he would finally put his foot down and say no. Enough. No more pranks. He wasn't going to do it.

**

Easter rolled around a couple of weeks later, and as usual, the whole gang came to Sleepey's for Sunday lunch. Gregor showed up early to help prepare, followed by Trude a while later. And then, eventually...

"Sorry I'm late!" said Leif, blushing. The poor dalmatian had been caught in the rain on the way over - dripping wet, but still smiling.

Gregor closed the door behind him and took his sodden jacket. "It's alright, the food's not out yet," he said.

"Oh... ok, I'm not sorry then!" quipped the canine.

Trude grunted out a greeting, barely looking up from the video game she was playing on Sleepey's TV. She wasn't actually invested in it, but she knew if she tried to speak to Leif she'd crack up laughing. Her werewolf claws clacked and scraped on the controller while the others chatted - all waiting for Sleepey to emerge from the kitchen, though not all for the same reason.

The pink bunny finally hobbled out, carrying a tray of food with a rather intense look in his eyes. As he approached the table his hands began to shake wildly, flinging a couple of sandwiches onto the floor. Gregor rushed to intervene and set the tray down for him.

"Is it in?" the lizard whispered. Sleepey shot him a scowl so hard it physically pushed him away.

"Hey, Sleepey," said Leif, cocking his head. "Are you ok dude?"

"Y-yeah," the rabbit croaked. "Sorry guys... just gonna go... lie down a minute..."

"Oh nooo!" The dog rushed to his side, jostling him uncomfortably. "Are you sick? Can I get you anything?"

A wave of guilt washed over Sleepey, hearing the genuine concern in his friend's voice. This was an awful idea, and he was an awful person for going through with it. He seriously considered spilling the beans right then... but something inside told him it was too late to back out now. Something large and round, pressing his prostate flat.

Gregor recited his lines like a pro. His poker face was impenetrable. "I thought you said this wouldn't happen until tomorrow."

"What? What's happening?!" yelled Leif.

At this point Sleepey was supposed to do a whole dialogue with Gregor about how Easter Bunnies worked, how regular his schedule usually was, eventually 'realising' he was a day off because of leap years or something... but even if he'd had the heart to tell those lies, there simply wasn't enough time. The payload was moving, the pressure was already unbearable. "It's Easter..." he wheezed, yanking his trousers down, bracing himself against the table. A glob of pre splashed off his rock-hard dick, right across the middle of the food tray.

Leif gasped. So did Gregor, who thought he was prepared for this. Trude just snickered and settled in for the show. They all looked on, rapt, as Sleepey's fluffy little cheeks pushed apart to show the world his sphincter, rapidly dilating, drooling thick ropes of lubricant slime onto the carpet below. Something emerged from inside, something shiny and brightly-coloured. The bunny moaned and whimpered and gasped for air as the object inched its way out of his rectum, wider and wider along its length, stretching him far beyond his normal limits. Sending shocks of pain and humiliating pleasure coursing through his body.

The process was slow but mercifully steady... until about the widest point, when he clenched involuntarily. Some combination of strain and embarrassment took over, and everything ground to a halt. Refused to move any further. Sleepey just stood there, red-faced and panting. Painfully erect. With one cheerfully-painted, plastic-coated easter egg hanging out of his asshole.

"Come on, you can do this!"

The sound of Leif's voice made the rabbit jump, and caused the egg to retreat a little. It wasn't just sudden, but also alarmingly close. Sleepey turned his head and there he was, right behind him... squatting, arms outstretched. Ready to catch the egg right out of his butt.

"What the f--"

"It's ok, it won't break, I got it!" the dalmatian said, seemingly unaware of all the barely-stifled giggles from the other side of the room. "Just breathe, keep going. You're nearly there."

Sleepey turned away, blushing red hot. This encouragement wasn't helping at all, of course. He closed his eyes and focused, put everyone else out of his mind, gathering his strength for one final push. He bore down, gritting his teeth and straining his hardest. And finally, with a loud, sickening squelch the egg fell out of him, leaving behind a gaping hole that dribbled slime freely down his legs. The poor rabbit spluttered and groaned, totally incoherent, turning slowly to face what he had wrought.

Leif cradled the egg in his sloppy little hands. He marvelled, starry-eyed, at the colours and shapes that adorned it. It was incredible - an egg laid by the Easter Bunny, right in front of his eyes. A real magical artifact, slathered in ass. "Sleepey," he whispered. "Can I... can I keep it?"

Sleepey pulled his ears down over his face in shame, as his co-conspirators fell about laughing. Physically, mentally, and morally exhausted, in that moment the bunny realised something obvious: that while Leif may have been the target of this joke, Sleepey was surely the butt of it. Without another word, he pulled his pants back up over his aching erection, and shuffled off to bed.

Happy Easter