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The cramps woke Ben up, but not as much as the inability to move.

Eyes flying open, he jerked his body only to find that it would barely budge: his wrists were tied to the posts at the head of the bed, and his legs were anchored to those same spots by ropes lashed around his knees, achingly folding and exposing the young man. He was totally nude atop the bedcovers, and a ball gag in his mouth prevented him from voicing his distress or calling for help.

Perhaps the only consolation was that he was still in his own home, but that small miracle was sullied by the likelihood of his attacker was either still around or would be returning. With no plans for the day, Ben wouldn't be receiving an unwitting rescue from a concerned friend.

He tried to pull himself free, but the ropes holding him would not succumb to his desperation. Well, at least they were the soft kind rather than the rough variety.

A minute later, he heard soft footsteps in the hall and turned his head to the right. The door was cracked, but only just a little, preventing him from seeing who was there. A man's voice drifted to his ears, and he could make out a bit of a conversation, apparently over the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, I got him in the bedroom...No, he didn't put up a fight, I got him from behind...Oh very funny...Thanks again, by the way, I've been looking for this bastard since last year...Yeah, I can do that, anything for you, bro...Ha! Good one!...Gotta go, talk to you when I'm finished..."

A moment later, the door swung open, and Ben found that his fear of what was about to happen was dwarfed by his surprise and confusion over the identity of his attacker.

Standing at a good six feet, covered completely in white fur, and wearing nothing but a purple button-up vest and green polka-dotted yellow necktie was a rabbit. For a long minute, the naked human could only stare in utter bewilderment at the creature, telling himself it was a man in a costume, but the longer he stared, the less true that idea seemed.

This rabbit didn't have the cheap, tangled, unkempt faux fur or the oversized head with the huge doll's eyes that every Easter Bunny had. His fur was well-groomed, with nary a marring, his eyes were normal-sized (though his head was elongated as a rabbit's should be), and his body expanded and shrank the way any person's would when breathing. Pretty much the only thing Ben could see that was the same as the fake Easter Bunnies' bodies was the gut: this one's jutted out, just enough to signify the gaining of some weight, but not enough to resemble a career barfly. Below that, he sported a furry pair of balls and a furry sheath.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey," the creature said with a dark smile. "I bet you never thought you'd see me, did you, Ben?"

The human gave a muffled cry of confusion, shifting in his bindings.

With a tsk-tsk-tsk, the rabbit-man shook his head. "Those'll hold you no matter what. Should just give up fighting back and enjoy the ride, because you've got a lot to answer for." He gestured to the mirrored dresser behind him, on the counter of which sat a small wicker basket. "Remember these?" He tilted the basket just enough for Ben to see the crushed eggshells resting within. When Ben made a confused face, the rabbit explained, "You went to the Easter egg hunt last year with your nephew, remember? Took that big truck you had back then, that huge thing that had the big chrome exhaust pipes behind the cabin, engine that sounded like a dump truck. You remember accidentally driving up over the curb when you parked, don't you?"

The rabbit paused to give a mirthless laugh. "Well, buddy-boy, you and everybody else there didn't know it, but you crushed these eggs when you pulled too far forward. Now see, it wouldn't matter if those were ordinary Easter eggs, but they weren't, so it does. I laid those eggs, Ben, and you have no fucking idea just how important my babies are to me."

Ben flinched at the hostility in the anthropomorph's tone, and his fears of brutal reprisal surged again.

"You can't imagine what it means to us Easter Bunnies, Ben, to make love to each other, filling another Bunny with our Easter eggs. It means a lot to us. We spend a lot of our off-time laying eggs, either within each other or for distribution. Doesn't matter that you only destroyed a handful of them and that they can easily be replaced. What matters is that a very special group of eggs that should have been eaten by a very lucky child was instead crushed beneath the big stupid tire of your big stupid truck." The Easter Bunny took a step forward, jabbing a finger at Ben. "You. Fucking. Ruined it."

Sighing angrily, the rabbit approached the bed, reaching out and appreciatively feeling up the human's thigh. His hand felt good, the fur so soft that it teased Ben, and were the situation not so horrifying, the young man might have even liked it.

"But don't worry your pretty little behind, Ben," the Bunny told him. "You'll make everything up. Maybe you'll even enjoy yourself; goodness knows the ladies love it."

Ben's eyes ballooned, following the Bunny's hand down as he reached between his legs and started rubbing his sheath. After a minute, the lagomorph's member pushed out, steadily growing to hardness, but it wasn't like any cock that Ben had ever seen: it was thick, easily close to two inches, and a dark blue color; the whole thing was smooth, with no mushroom head, its end tapered; the opening was round instead of slitted; and the impressive length was at least eight inches.

"That's right, Benny-boy," the Bunny grinned. "This beauty is going up your tailhole, and since it's an ovipositor, I think you know what it's going to put in you." He patted the human's flat belly. "But like I said, you'll probably get off on this."

Ignoring Ben's fierce-but-futile attempts at escape and his muffled shrieking, the Bunny climbed onto the bed, one hand on his large cock. He angled it downward and pressed the tip to Ben's anal opening, pausing for a moment to let the human brace for the inevitable.

With a single thrust he pierced the sphincter, the ring of tight muscle yielding easily to the massive rod. Ben's eyes shut and he shuddered, a brief jolt of pain echoing through him. He could feel the heat from the tool filling him just as much as the meat itself, hot enough to make the skin on his belly prickle. He whimpered.

Chuckling, the Bunny slid farther into the human's ass, one inch after another burying inside the man-flesh. "I love tight young asses," he told Ben, leering down at him. "Considering that you're squeezing my cock like a vice, I clearly just claimed your anal virginity. You should feel honored."

Ben kept his eyes shut, trying to breathe through his nose against the sobs that threatened to overcome him. Below, his body betrayed him, his own penis growing to full mast from the stimulation. It was a paltry five-and-a-half inches and slender, nothing compared to the Bunny's huge dong. A trickle of precum leaked from the head.

"Nnnggghh!" Ben grunted, his hips bucking as his molester finished inserting himself in Ben's tender ass.

The Easter Bunny grabbed Ben's thighs below the knees and began to withdraw, leaving just a few inches within his unwilling partner before pushing it all back in. He made this a habit, adopting a swift and steady pace to his thrusts.

Inside of his gut, his eggs churned, waiting to be laid inside the man's body. The Bunny licked his lips as he told Ben, "I've been saving up since last year as much as possible, only letting out just enough to keep production from dropping below safety levels. When I fill you, it's gonna be with a load that's been waiting a year to be laid."

The pre oozing from the Bunny's member was heating Ben's anal cavity more and more, preparing it for its guests. The Bunny picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, until he slammed his hips against Ben's ass-cheeks, the force of his thrust enough to lift the other male up off the bedcover and into his lap.

"Take it all, you fucking slut!" the Bunny yelled.

His cock widened and his gut contracted as a series of Easter Bunny eggs traveled down his urethra. Each one was the size of a jelly bean, but when mixed with the cum from his testicles and given an incubator, they would soon swell to their proper size.

Ben's eyes went wide as his attacker filled him, the heavy load of cum and eggs packing into the tight confines of his rectum. It was having an outward effect, and as the young man watched, his belly swelled, bulging outward by a half-inch with his anal guests. His own cock, which ached and throbbed with need, hit its limit, a jet of pearl streaking across his midsection. Two more joined it before he was empty.

The Bunny laughed, his claw-tipped fingers collecting some of the human's seed and tasting it. "Mmm, nice and sour, just the way I like it." He gave a slap to Ben's buttock. "Don't go falling asleep on me, lover; I've got plenty more eggs for you."

While he would have given a muffled cry of resistance, Ben could only wallow in the strange haze of bliss the laying had granted him. He knew this was wrong, but somehow, it felt so good. True, his ass was a little sore, but the fullness and the warmth made him feel like things only seemed worse than they really were.

The reverie was ended when the Bunny began pounding again, his crotch clapping against Ben's bottom with wet noises and grunts. The eggs he'd just deposited were packed in as much as possible with each poke of his cockhead until they could go no farther.

"Gonna! Make you! Fat with! A clutch!" the Bunny ground out as he hammered in and out of Ben's hole.

By this time, enough pre and cum had been generated to lube the human's rear door to the point where wet, slick sounds met both pairs of ears. The Bunny huffed, focusing his breathing to keep himself from becoming overwhelmed. He hadn't been lying earlier: ovipositing another male was an absolutely amazing thing, filling both participants with blinding pleasure.

Unfortunately, the need to lay his eggs, and to get some justice for the destroyed batch, meant he had to keep things moving.

"Incoming!" he said before throwing his head back, a long wail of ecstasy issuing from his throat as his cock expanded again.

More eggs were pumped along the inside of his length, joined by another load of thick, hot Bunny-cum to cram into Ben's abused asshole. For his part, the human hit the mountaintop again, his spent cock springing to life as thin streams of semen spurted out. It wasn't much, with his balls already exhausted of their stock, but he couldn't fight back...and in fact began wanting to cum even more. He started to enjoy the weight inside of him, and how taut his belly felt from his eggs; with the second load, he could almost make out very slight individual bumps, as if his clutch was so massive that it pressed all the way through him.

Twice more he was given the Bunny's prizes, until it looked as though he'd swallowed a bump-riddled watermelon. Once he'd drained himself of every last egg, his gut now perfectly flat, the Bunny pulled out for the final time, removing his rod completely from Ben; it caused the human to whimper a bit, as he had grown appreciative of it.

"Now...we wait," the rabbit said, slowly moving to a chair and practically collapsing into it. He was young and spry enough, but holding onto a clutch (or most of it) for an entire year and then laying it all at once had left him horribly exhausted. Before he knew it, he'd fallen asleep sitting there, his messy cock meekly pulling back into the safety of his sheath.

Ben likewise fell into a slumber, but his did not last quite so long. He was pulled out of his rest by his stomach grumbling and his asshole aching. At first, he thought he wanted more eggs, or even to cum again, but when he looked at his belly he realized just what was going on.

His gut had swollen massively, to the point where it looked as though a beach ball had been snuck under his skin. It was textured with smooth, ovular bumps, and with a chill he understood that those were the eggs; having incubated in a host and laced with cum, they'd reached full size, and were now ready to be laid.

His obstructed cries could not rouse the lapine, however, and so he was forced to deal with the matter alone. An internal shift elicited a groan, his eyelids fluttering briefly, warning him that birthing the eggs would likely drive him mad with bliss. A second shift, the eggs beginning to line up for release, only reinforced this.

Ben gave a long, loud moan, his back arching as the first eggs made their way down their impromptu birth canal. His cock was sore as hell, completely spent, but amazingly tried to make a comeback in spite of the odds. His asshole leaked cum before suddenly opening up, the first of the lot making it halfway before sticking for just a second and then plopping out onto the bedcover.

The pleasure was almost too much for Ben to withstand...and it was only the first egg!

More came after that, squeezing out from his cavity with a relentless, steady pace. They popped out easier and easier with each passing until Ben's hole was loose enough that nothing impeded them. When a small pile was built up, with seemingly nowhere for more eggs to go, they simply continued to come out, the force of his rectal muscles aiding them in pushing the previous ones aside.

The laying went on until a large pile of eggs, each one covered in vibrant and varied designs, sat at the lower end of the bed, like an imitation of a Halloween candy haul. But for the ropes holding him in place, Ben would have crumpled totally, succumbing to the exhausting, will-breaking pleasure that he flooded through him during the laying.

He blinked, barely holding onto consciousness as a few more drops of cum dripped from his thoroughly-violated posterior. His stomach was flat again, though a part of him wished that was not so.

As his eyelids lowered, he felt a small hope take root within him that the Easter Bunny would make this an annual habit.

_ The End. _