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Easter Adventures

It is never too late to believe in the Easter Bunny, even for Vayne.

It was early morning when the Adventurers’ Guild broke into chaos.

Punches were exchanged, posted quests ripped apart by people unwilling to share them. Crude words were thrown at each other. And though no furniture was thrown, thanks to the strict rules, there was but a thin line between the scuffle and an open battle with unsheathed blades, planted arrows, and cast spells.

“I get why you told me to wait.”

“A wise friend taught me the trick. Wait until they tire themselves out, then you jump in.” “… How long ‘til they are tired?”

For a moment, Vayne took a break. His brows danced while he had one finger raised. Then, he brought the mug to his face and took a sip. And then lowered it.

“When… Oh. When they are running away!” he said, his ears straightening up.

For a moment, his Tortle interlocutor, a green Adventurer, frowned and then tilted his head. Then, the eyes went on the strange Leonin Barbarian. Then back to the board with the Adventurers throwing at one another, even going as far as punching one another as they were on the floor.

“I should do something. They are hurting themselves,” said the Tortle.

“Oh yeah! That’s true, they will hurt themselves!” said Vayne, with a cheerful smile. “But that’s what is fun with a battle, right?”

“I don’t think that’s what they want.”

The Tortle’s grimace remained as he stood up and left the table, leaving the black and spotted-furred Leonin at the table, one hand drumming on the wood.

Contrary to most adventurers, Vayne didn’t have to fight to get his quests, and the reason was obvious when you glanced at the hulking barbarian. His body was an exemplary display of strength and might. Under the spotted fur, the muscles bulged and rolled, even with his cloak on to cover the top of his face and his back.

His chest strained against a leather harness pressing against it, while those massive pectorals were like pillowy cushions for the Mithril pendant stuck in between.

His abdominal waist was chiseled to a fault, attracting the attention and desires of many.

And though the eyes were drawn to Vayne’s impressive loincloth, to the fabric straining against the content… The leather itself was of high quality and oiled, showing the care the Barbarian had for his gear.

Down to his greatsword, he had placed against the table. The same table was decorated by three empty mugs and potentially a fourth when Vayne smacked the mug down.

Dwarven Ale was good, and after four mugs, he felt a hint of joviality. Or… Frivolous satisfaction as he stood up from his chair, grabbed his greatsword, and put it on his shoulder while he went to the board.

As expected, the chaos and the combat had stopped, died down, while the biggest groups stole the juiciest contracts from those at gold rank or below.

“Good luck next time, Johan, you’ll get it,” said Vayne, patting a poor mage clutching a posted quest, probably one of the lame rat extermination quests the Barbarian had the luck to skip and avoid.

Still,as manywere cryingor despairingabout howthey’d wontheir goldtoday, Vayne’seyes went… On the posting with the Mithril sigil: an open eye with three rays coming from it.

Therewere… Notso many.

Whenever there was an extermination, Vayne was the first to take them. A Red Dragon threatening the countryside? He was in. A Gnoll colony that had moved inward? He took it. Anythingthat wasto helpor defendthe peoplefrom adanger thatmost adventurerscouldn’t take on their own.

However,as hefrowned, scrounged,and squintedat thesmall characterswhile heleaned left and right, the Barbarian noticed nothing… Including a fight.

Therewere questsabout escortinga merchant,which wereoften boring,especially whenmost bandits threw down their blades as soon as he removed his cloak. Then, there were the bodyguard quests.

Hedidn’t likethem becauseit wasoften borednobles who’dgo onwith questionsabout him, and the moment he removed his cloak, they’d be running away or throwing themselves at him.

Remained then… Afetch quest.

Somethingsomething aboutcollecting eggsfrom theEast’Hare cavefrom theroyal forest.He didn’t know there was such a cave or that you could find eggs in one. But he shrugged as he took the posting and went to the clerk in charge of Vayne.

“Hey,Vayne! What’llbe today?The woesof princedom?”

“… Prince… Domination? I don’t dominate Princes,” said Vayne, tilting his head while his ears straightened up, then tilted.He had a puzzled look directed at the Ursine clerk, Jenno. Anold Adventurerwho’d retiredand nowwore glasses.Glasses headjusted whenhe readthe quest Vayne produced.

“Oh.I’m sorry.I thoughtyou’d beescorting theRoyal Prince.We receivedthat questtoday and… Collecting eggs?”

“Why wouldI dominatehim?” mumbledVayne.

ButJenno didn’tanswer.

No, theBear reachedfor aledger behindthe counter,read throughit, thenslammed itshut. He went for a second, then Jenno stopped, sighed, and put his hand on the paper.

“Well. It seems we had a Mithril posting I missed,” said the Bear, shaking his head. “Well then, Vayne.That’s foryou. Wehave aclient whowill payone goldcoin peregg, provided they are intact and warm. You… Know where to go?”

TheBear’s puzzledquestion camefrom Vayne’sexpression asthe Leoninwas strokinghis chin. But then, he nodded.

“Yeah. Butwhat’s a Princedom?”

“It’s…It’s theposition ofa prince,Vayne. Just… Iwas joking.”

“Oh!Good!” saidthe Barbarian,smiling withhis earsgoing upand hiscloak shiftinga little. “Can I go now? I need to stretch.”

“Yes!Sure! Here,”said Jenno,stamping thepaper andhanding itto Vayne.“Keep iton you this time.”

Without skipping a beat, the Leonin grabbed the stamped document and shoved it inside his loinclothbefore hesaluted, hisfist hittinghis chest.Next, heturned away,already joggingto the entrance while the clerks were watching him.

“Againwith Vayne?Someone shouldhave removedit already,”said anelder Elf,her graying hair fitting her stern attitude.

“Vayne?He wouldn’thurt afly,” gruntedJenno, rollinghis eyes.“And belucky hedidn’t notice your last attempt at besmirching his reputation.”

TheElf scowledbut stepped.Jenno satdown… Andhe lookedagain atthe ledgerand the quest.

The East’Hare Cave was supposed to be in the depths of the Royal Forest, further south, practically atthe edgeof theCapital’s outskirts.Many adventurers,often bronzerank oreven iron rank, went there to train and earn a few levels.

Theplace hadonly ahandful ofpredator species.And forVayne? Theywere notdangerous, as it’d been a cakewalk for him to be at the cave, following the indications provided by the quest post.

For a moment, the Leonin remained still with his hands on his hips while he looked around. The place looked exactly as described: mossy walls, red grass at the entrance. And it looked like aHarengon face,down tothe tallrocks carvedlike ears.Or perhapsit wasjust abunny? Once you checked the inside, it was a downward slope leading to depths even Vayne had to squint at to get a proper look.

“Okay.Deep breath.And. Eggtime!” hejovially saidas heheld thepaper withone hand,his greatsword with the other… With two other hands, he lit up a torch and held it up as he descended into the cave.

Four arms.

At that stage, if anyone noticed Vayne, they would have understood he was not a natural Leonin. Andas hedescended, tendrilsslipped outfrom underhis cloakas theywere keptlow, moving like appendages that sniffed and poked at everything around him.

Thosetendrils endedin padswith thornyedges, makingthem almostlike mouthsif someone wasn’t fully aware or watched them with a cursory glance.

However, it was at that stage, by seeing the arms and then the tendrils, that anyone could finally getit: Vaynewasn’t aLeonin. Thoughhis traitswere akinto aLeonin, hewas closer toa DisplacerBeast. Atypical fiendishmonster thatwas knownfor itscunning intellectand its propensity for evil deeds.

Vayne? He looked like an anthropomorphic and hulking version. And more plushy. Definitely moreamicable, too.Even then,it wasthe reasonhe hadto hidehimself underan enchanted cloak, to look like any Leonin.

Thatwas alsothe reasonhe waskeen totake upa missionalone, evenif itmeant exploringa strange old cave with mushrooms growing on the damp stone.

“Eggs… Eggs. Where are you, eggs? … Wait? Is this chickens egg? Or dragons? … or it’s insect eggs?”he mumbled,his earsdropped oneither sideof hishead beforethey twitchedas he turned left.

Assoon ashe didthat, hiseyes litup, andhis earsstraightened. Evenhis tendrilsstretched backward and wiggled gently while he blinked and saw an altar with a purple egg on it. A

sunray wasdescending froma crackin theground, drapingthe entireroom inan eeriescene. “That definitely looks like an egg,” said Vayne, his voice giddy as he approached the egg.

He tiptoed as he looked at it, tilted his head while looking at the altar covered with paint marksand glitter.There wereblotches ofred, blue,yellow… Andon top?A purple,glittery egg with darker stripes.

Itlooked… Almostlike awork ofart asVayne approached,his handson eitherside. “Come to Papa,” he said, with a smile and-

Poof

As soon as Vayne touched the egg, it shattered, releasing a cloud of purple smoke with a sweet scent.Yet, thoughthe Barbarian’sfirst reflexwas torecoil andcover hisnose fromthe suddenly cloying scent…

He'dtaken onebreath, andhe instantlyfelt it.His tonguewas heavyin hismouth, hisnose tickling the wrong way before going numb. His throat felt as if it swelled as he breathed. “Poison!” he cried, turning and twisting.

Heturned onhis heels,using hisimmense armsto wavethe cloudaway whilehe tookone step. Then two… Then three. But with the third step, his legs collapsed under him.

“Whaa-?”he asked,his voiceslurring ashe felthis coremuscles notanswering, too.Still, he had his hands going down. But he didn’t have enough hands to hold his chest up, chase the cloud away, and protect his nose.

Hebreathed itin, thatpoison. Thatwondrous andterrible poison,feeling itgoing throughhis chest and feeling it. Then, he felt the weariness, the weight upon his shoulders, the muscles relaxing against his will.

Suchpoison, sucha drug,was powerful.Far toopowerful totake downa mutatedDisplacer Beast like him. And yet… As Vayne gasped and quivered on the ground, drooling on the moss… he heard steps.

Hiseyes rolled ashe tried to see. His earstwitched as hetried to hear, but thesound was both overwhelming and faint. It echoed through him, but he couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. Andthe voice?It wascalm, soothing,and deep.It wasalmost likea powerfulrumble, andyet something that made the Displacer Beast almost be at ease when he felt the hands going over his paralyzed chest, over his arms.

He was touched, stroked, examined… Yet, he could only feel his consciousness drifting, driftingaway andfurther until…He feltlike hewas back…Back feelingthe flesharound him, the pulse against him, the tendrils feeding him.

He wasback inthe tube…That’s howhis Fathercalled it.

Itwas stilla wonderfulsensation tobe weightlessand feelthe warmthembrace him. Something brushed his fur, akin to tentacles going through the tuft on his chest.

He purred as a reflex, something his Father never taught him and never would have taught him. Butthe sensationwas primal.It wasa forgottenmemory Vaynealmost enjoyeduntil he felt himself emerging from it.

Hisfeet kickedin reflex,his handstwitched. Hewas notbreathing througha tentacle;it was his own lungs. His chest lifted as he slowly emerged, and his eyes opened.

Still, itfelt dark.But thesoft, sweetsmell tickledhis nostrils.Then, heheard faintsteps, like

someone withpads tiptoeing around.

Finally, he saw the ceiling with the paintings on top. It was like a fresco, depicting a sun above,with whatlooked likeHarengon carryingmassive eggsin acircle abovetheir heads. It was stylized, giving everything the texture of scales, down to the rabbit-like creatures.

Then, he heard a hand touching his upper right arm. “Father?”asked Vayne,turning hishead. Andfreezing.

Sodid thepresence currentlytouching Vayne.

White fur on apowerful body, blue eyeswithout pupilsthat betrayed an intense purpose. An old face, yet that muzzle wasn’t scrunched up. The long ears were tied with a purple string. Then, lower… A leather harness yet covered with pigments of every color, while the fur below remained pristine white. The same harness strained against the Harengon’s body, against thosepectorals withbulging veins.Even thosearms wereas wideas Vayne’sarms… Vayne fanciedhimself tobe aBarbarian who’ddeveloped hisstrength withyears of combat.

Here?That Harengon,that white-furredanthropomorphic Rabbitlooked likea hulkingstud… yet was currently leaning over, poking at Vayne’s arm.

“You’remistaken,” finallysaid theHarengon, thoughwith achuckle. “Oh… Tyr,” swore Vayne, ashamed. “I… Hmm?”

Vayne wanted nothing more than to cover his face after calling a stranger Father. It was humiliating. Yet,as hepulled onhis uppermostleft arm,he felta resistancearound hiswrist. Then, when it was the second left arm… Same resistance.

The same with all his arms, his legs. He pulled, twisted, turned, and glanced where he was. He was sprawled on a stone slab. It was like a bed, but there were cushions underneath him. Yetreinforced leatherstraps restrainedhis everylimb. Downto hisneck, thoughhe hadmore leeway as he raised his head and looked at the Harengon.

“Releaseme! Now!”Vayne shoutedwhile lookingaround themassive chamber.

Itdefinitely lookedlike aritual chamberwith theFresco above…With thedepictions of Harengons carrying eggs that were circling and coming from… A representation of an individual lying on his back, much like… He was?

Vayne didn’t want to wait any further as he continued to pull and yank on the bindings, his musclesbulging throughthe effort.The veinspopped onhis armsand legsas hetried tolift all six limbs at once, only for the shimmering leather to resist.

“This ispointless,” saidthe Harengon,attracting Vayne’sattention.

And theDisplacer Beastturned towardshim, then…Smirked. “Don’t underestimate a Barbarian like me!” he gloated.

Peopleoften ignoredthe tendrilsand theirstrength. Theyignored howa Displacercould lift his own weight with them. Yet, as he tried to move them, he felt they were…

“That’sit? Yougot itall ofyour system?”huffed theHarengon, crossinghis armsand leaning forward, his head above Vayne. “You tried to use your tendrils to attack me, didn’t you?” “You-,” began Vayne, turning his eyes away. “The egg. That’s your doing? You trapped me. You used a trick to capture me. That’s low. Low… Extremely low. Like a coward. You’re a coward. Release me! Cur!”

For amoment, theHarengon didn’treply. Hehad hisarms crossed,and helooked Vayneup

and down,examining theDisplacer Beast’snaked body.An impressivebody byall standards, especially without the cloak, his loincloth, or any leather covering the most minute details.

Andfor amoment, Vaynefelt likehe wasbeing observed,like howsome mageshad doneso before he decided to use an enchanted cloak.

He was watched like a specimen, like a corpse that was about to be cut. He could almost imagine theHarengon’s mindgoing overthe detailsof hisbody, howhe wouldpeel himlike a fruit to examine the layers.

“Ifyou wantto carveme, killme quickly”,grunted Vayne,still strugglingwith thebindings. “Why?”

“Why? Whynot? Isn’tit whyyou poisonedme?”

Vayne’sears droppedflat atophis headwhile herelaxed hisarms. Meanwhile,the Harengon uncrossed his arms, reached for the ear tie to undo it, letting both ears flop around.

“No. I wouldn’t do that,” said the Harengon, passing his hands over his scalp, straightening his furwhile displayingthe tensemuscles coiling…Displaying howthe leatherdug intohis fur and chest. “I am the Easter Bunny. And I am looking at the perfect incubator in the material plane.”

“…What?” askedVayne, hisears definitelyflat ashe lookedaround, thenchuckled nervously. “What… is this? I don’t understand.”

“Oh.I havemany eggswith afew bunnyhelpers thatare soeager togrow inthe warmesthole that forsaken plane can hold. And lucky me.”

Asthe EasterBunny saidthat, hepoked Vayne’snose. Thisenraged Vayne,making hisears straighten up, and his tendrils lash out as he tried to bite that finger off.

“There isan adventurerwho hasthe perfectwomb totake themin.”

Vayne’s anger deflated like a balloon at the word womb. He’d never revealed it to anyone unlessin specialcircumstances. Helooked atthat fingerwagging abovehis head,then atthe Rabbit, having that smirk.

“Absolutelynot. I-I don’thave one!”

“Come on,” said the Easter Bunny, rubbing his finger against Vayne’s nose and making circular motions, even stopping sometimes to avoid Vayne’s bite. “I heard so many stories about Vayne, proud surrogate of the Kingdom! You even did it for a noble, didn’t you?” “Who… Whotold youthat?!” roaredVayne, buthis earsflopped morein shamethan anger. “No one,” explained the Easter Bunny, shrugging. “I can eavesdrop in every place I want.

Andit happened thatI heard about… You.”

He even pointed at Vayne between the eyes, forcing the Displacer Beast’s eyes to almost cross beforehe lookedat theEaster Bunny,seeing himlook sochuffed… Whilerubbing his knuckle against his chest fluff.

“I mean. It would bea firstfor you to be asurrogate for afey like me, no?” “I… No,”grunted Vayne,his browsdropping andhis earsflopping aswell. “Even for this?”

Withthat, theEaster Bunnyflexed. Heflexed thoseguns, showinghow strongthose arms were. But not only that, he also flexed his pectorals and showed his abdominal muscles.

Hewas doinga one-manshow, endingwith him…Visibly gropingone ofthe biggestparts of his anatomy in his pants.

“I assureyou. Bunnieshave thebiggest carrots,too.”

Meanwhile,Vayne lookedat it nonplussed.

Hisears werealmost flat,and hisglance wasas coldas theNorth Wind.Even hisbody was stiff as he no longer pulled on the leather straps.

Well, at least up until the Easter Bunny’s hands crept over his chest, over his abdominal muscles, thenonto thosetree-trunk-like thighs.He explored,passed hisfingers overthe inside of those thighs, then…

“Don’ttouch mehere!” Vaynecried, hisvoice trembling.

“Come on.You’ll notregret this.I havea bigbrood foryou. Andthat wombis madefor this.” “If you… If you force your eggs or whatever inside me, I’ll push them out on the first occasion!”

“Well.I couldalso keepyou tiedfor alleternity,” saidthe EasterBunny, witha smirk.“Or… We could work together on this.”

Finally,he turnedon hisheel andseemed togive Vaynesome timeto think.The Displacer Beast heard the sound of gloves being put on and a jar being opened… With force. “Working together? You- Trapped me! There is no working together.”

“Oh,trust me.Mortals alwayssay that,but themoment theygive ita try?Oh, theywant more. That’s why everyone loves to collect my eggs when it’s the season.”

“They… What?”

Vayne’s brows lifted at both the remark and at seeing the Easter Bunny keeping one gloved hand up and using the other to pour the contents of a jar onto it. A slick, yellowish, and glimmeringliquid slowlypoured fromthe jaronto thefingers, coatingthem witha substance that looked like sap. And definitely smelled like one.

“What…What?” askedthe EasterBunny beforehe lookedat hishand. “Oh.That’s thelube for us.”

Hedefinitely smiledas hesaid that,though, somuch soit feltlike hismouth wasmuch wider and bigger than it seemed. A Cheshire smile that made Vayne almost recoil, though he couldn’t move from the bed… Nor oppose the Easter Bunny as he gripped Vayne’s genitals.

His low-hanging nuts were the first to be touched, with orbs that were so massive they were hardto hideunder amere loincloth.He’d oftenbeen eyeballedwhen hewas sweaty,and the fabric damp from sweat.

But… Neverbefore hadhis nutsbeen soroyally ignoredas theywere liftedand setaside, much like his own soft cock while the gloves' hands slipped between his tense thighs and smeared his fur with that ‘sap’.

Andthe touchfelt strange,like ooze.Or slime.It waslike jellybut witha coldtouch. Itwas like honey in the way it clung to the fur… But when that finger found its way between Vayne’s clenched buttcheeks?

It wasas ifhe’d beenkissed onthe butthole,in themost suaveand egregiousway.

Vayne’s eyes closed, and his ears flapped a second. Even his tendrils waved while he sensed that fingergoing andprodding hisback entrance.In areflex, hestarted tobend hisknees, and though he had littleleeway… He wasable to bringhis legsclosed… While feeling that touch upon his rim.

Thosetender caressesthat madehis chestvibrate witha powerfulpurr hewasn’t ableto chase

away. His…Body didit onits own,and Vaynewas butthe receivingend ofa massagehe didn’t want… But certainly enjoyed.

“I…Do notenjoy this,”he said,though hispurring definitelytold adifferent talewhen the circling ended, and now, an index finger wiggled against the entrance.

“Theyall saythat. Butcome now.You didn’tenjoy beinga surrogate?Feel howheavy your belly is each day? Enjoying the weight inside you. Or the eggs moving with you?”

Vayne closed his eyes, but the purr continued… No, it was exacerbated at the vision, at the sensation; Atthe fondmemories whenhe rubbedhis bellywhile feelingthe faintkicks inside. It’d been something that had made him feel fulfilled and happy. Blissful.

A memorythat almoststarted likethis withsome foreplay.

Yet, whenhe’d beenexpecting butone finger…The EasterBunny wasinserting asecond, a third, a fourth. Four fingers inside the Displacer Beast’s asshole before he wiggled them, to push and tug on the rim while profusely coating it with that sap.

Asap thatdefinitely numbedthe sensation,even asVayne couldtell hishole waspulled open by the four fingers stretching in different directions. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t ache, it didn’t do anything. Except, perhaps, making his entrance feel funny and tickling before the fifth finger pushed inside and… Vayne’s eyes rolled.

“That’sit. Doyou feelit? Ihave fivefingers insideyou, andit doesn’teven hurt,right?” he asked, popping the knuckles inside then bending his fingers to press against Vane’s inner walls. But he was right.

IfVayne couldfeel anythingfrom havingthose fivefingers inside,it waspleasure. Asheer and intense pleasure that invaded his groin and spread along his shaft… Along his cock as blood rushed inside…

Those veins bulged all over that pillar of dark flesh. A mast that was ascending above his heftytesticles withan uncoveredcharcoal blacktapered tippointing upwardand spraying precum all over Vayne’s belly.

“That’sit. Enjoyit. That’swhat thesap isfor. Tomake itpleasant foreveryoooone.”

A bellythat wasshifting andchanging whenthe EasterBunny’s glovedfingers clawedtheir way deeper, as they explored and pushed into the Displacer Beast’s depths. That back entrance, tight and innocent, was stretched wildly while producing nothing but pleasure.

Anintense pleasureas Vayne’sfingers… Wenton hisbelly, feelingthe movementsinside and then noticing the bulging fist inside.

Hecould feelit asthe fingersshifted, danced,rolled.

They wiggledand wormedtheir waydeeper, feelingand searchingfor somethingVayne was awareof but couldn’tstop. Not when hewas captivated by the sound of suction produced by the Easter Bunny’s wrist popping in… And then, the forearm sliding in.

Hisrim, hisasshole, wassucking ontothat forearm,onto thefur thatwas gettingcoated with that sap as well as natural lubricant. And that forearm kept pumping, moving, pushing, and definitely advancing within Vayne’s depths until it reached for something.

Somethingwarm. Somethinguntouched thatway. Atthe slightslit hiddenwithin thefolds of his inner walls. Yet, there was a chuckle from the Easter Bunny.

Vayne’shands wenton hisbelly, shifting,feeling theabdominal musclesbeing thinnedout by

the pressureinside. Onepressure thatgrew whenthe EasterBunny’s fingerstraced circles around the thin entrance and then pushed against it.

Thereaction? Vaynegasped, feelingas ifsomething withinhim wasforcefully open,and yet; no pain. No soreness while he felt the wiggling fingers forcing their way inside something that was wetter than the asshole itself, warmer, and definitely silkier to the Bunny’s touch. “I’m sure it is already warmed up for me,” said the Easter Bunny with a mischievous tone as he leaned and … Kissed Vayne’s belly despite the hands running on it.

Runningand thenholding ontoit whenthe glovedfingers hadtwo knucklesinside and…He pulled back, abandoning Vayne’s womb the moment it was revealed.

TheDisplacer Beast’seyes widenedwhen hesensed theknuckles brushinghis innerwalls back to his entrance; back to the loose and open asshole.

He expected the Easter Bunnyto pump inside, and yet… Hewas pulling back?

Thenotion wasabsurd, stupid.And thatwas whenVayne wasaware ofhow gulliblehe was when the arm slipped inside. Right to the elbow.

The elbowwas almostinside.

Yet,beyond that,there wasthat fistsmashing againstthe edgeof hiswomb, againstthe tight and unused entrance at the moment.

Thatwas thenVayne blanked,his eyesgoing wildwhile aprecum shotflew acrossthe airand landed on his belly.

“That’sit. You’renice andeasy now,”said theEaster Bunny,his unglovedhand rubbing against Vayne’s belly, rubbing and touching his own knuckles through the bulging gut.

It was intense, it was raw. The movements echoed through the Displacer Beast with his tendrils lashingout ashis entrancewas forcefullypried open,then tuggedon… Andthen released, leaving the sphincter attempting to close itself. Pointlessly.

Hiswomb wasburning, achingnow. Andthere wasno wayhe couldhave itsatisfied andat rest after the walls had been punched, brushed by those knuckles.

At that moment, there was only one thing Vayne could experience from his womb: an itch. “Oh. It has such a size. I’m sure I could fit my family inside,” the Easter Bunny cheerfully saidas heeven tracedcircles onthe innermostwall, rightat acluster ofnerves thatmade the poor Displacer Beast cry and almost cum.

Almost.The EasterBunny wasprompt topull back,to removehis handfrom thatwomb, to slip his fingers out. There, he left the Displacer Beast gasping, trembling, moaning… And definitely gaping onto the stone bed while his womb ached.

“So…Do youstill refuseto bemy littleIncubator, Vayne?I couldleave yourwomb empty, after all.”

“Pl-Please,”moaned Vayne,his wholebody shuddering.“Put… Putthem inside.”

“Well.I couldalso releaseyou andset youfree. Iam nota cruelmonster,” saidthe Easter Bunny as he pressed his index finger against Vayne’s nose. A press while the Displacer Beast’s eyes crossed. “So?”

Vayne watched the finger covered with that sap and smelling of ass and lubricant fluid. Its smell wasraw, musky;yet, itwas hisown smellafter he’dbeen fisted.After he’dhave that arm up to the elbow until his womb was stretched out and aching.

His earsdropped, hismouth curlingever so slightly.

“I… Ineed it,”he moaned,certainly feelingthe achein thatwomb thathad beenstretched but left alone. It was an emptiness without equal, one… One he’d always felt after bearing a child. But where he had been empty after rearing it; he was now empty before being bred.

It wasimpossible toresist it.

Norto resistthe appealas theEaster Bunnyleaned overVayne andkissed himon theleft ear. “Good Incubator,” said the Easter Bunny, cooing too.

Next, heraised hishead, straightened hisback, turnedon his heelsto step away.

“Wait-Wait!” criedVayne, onehand raised.“My! Mywomb isready! Ican feelgaping! Please! Do not leave me like this!” he shouted, desperate.

It wasn’t…Himself. Hewasn’t actingas heought tobe.

But seeing that muscular body turn away, seeing that powerful back instead of that sinful, mischievoussmile, madehim anxious.And needy.Needy enoughfor hisasshole toclench and for the Displacer Beast to hiss.

Heclosed hiseyes whilehe triedto raisehis back,only toabandon whenthe tensionon his asshole was far too much.

He triedhis arms,too, butthough theywere lengthy,he couldn’tbend themtoo much. “Oh- I need it,” hemumbled in petto whilehis tendrilsslipped and moved. They were unbound, too, hence perfect to rush to his posterior.

The pads at the end pressed against his buttcheeks and pressed on them. Pressed on the muscular moundsand forcedthe holeto gapeeven more,to open,to revealthe pinkishinsides while the edge of the tendrils nudged at his swollen entrance, at the massive rim and-

“You couldhave waited!”grumbled theEaster Bunny.

Vayne’s reflex was to raise his hands and tendrils, instantly releasing his grip on his ass. The pain thatfollowed certainlymade himhiss andgrowl. Hishole partiallyclosed whilehe faced and saw the Easter Bunny returning with something in his arms.

Itwas green.It wasbig. Itwiggled withtwo beadyyellow eyes.They blinkedone after another. But more than that, inside that slime’s body, there were… Eggs.

They wereall indifferent sizesand colors,as ifpainted over.

Yet, theyrolled, flowed,drifting withinthe slime.It wasdropped onthe stonebed, between Vayne’s legs, with the Displacer Beast’s eyes watching it despite his own erection being in the way.

“What- isthat?” askedVayne, hisvoice lowand quivering.

“My loyal assistant,” replied the Easter Bunny, patting the top of the slime with his gloved hand. “Hekeeps theeggs cleanand preparedwhen Ifind anew incubator.And he’slike me.” Vayne tilted his head at the remark, seeing how the Easter Bunny winked with a saucy smile. “He likes ‘em big,” he said, even ending with a blow kiss.

Vaynerecoiled andfrowned.

Justfor asecond. Next,the Slimewent ona rampage,rushing betweenVayne’s legsbefore it latched onto his asshole.

The reaction went as expected with the Displacer Beast’s legs closing on the slime; his enormous thighs almost crushed the abomination when he felt that minty sensation upon his butthole.As ifsomeone hadrubbed aplant againsthis backentrance, orif he’dchewed mint.

But closingthose legsdidn’t help.

The momentthat Slimehad latchedonto Vayne’srim, itdidn’t letgo. Itwouldn’t letgo asit sucked and pumped on the fat rim, with the minty sensation spreading inward as… One tendril was pushed inside.

Justone tendril,but itwas rightenough forVayne toshudder andhave onehand going between his legs, past his dwindling erection, to chase the slime.

“S-Shoo!”he said,his voicetrembling.

It didn’tchase theSlime away,sadly. No,the tendrilscontinued toprod inward,to pokeand caress the inner walls while leaving that minty sensation on its pace.

When Vayneraised hisarm tosmack thejelly, theEaster Bunnygripped his wrist.

“Shhh.Calm down,it’s onlythe beginning.It willbe muchbetter, youwill see,”said theFae, rubbing his cheeks against Vayne’s palm. “It will be cool and lovingly numb so you’ll feel nothing but pleasure, my big loving Incubator.”

TheBarbarian feltas ifhe’d soberedup whilehearing theEaster Bunny,yet hecouldn’t remove his hand. He thought about it, the same way he recoiled and grimaced.

Yet,the momenthe triedto yankhis hand;he feltit.

Experienced the sensation of something brushing his prostate and then passed beyond it, the edge of his womb. His entrance had been battered and pummeled by the Easter Bunny’s fist. Eventhough hecouldn’t tellits statein detail,Vayne wascertain theentrance gapedand was slightly ‘bent’ due to the brutal fisting.

Hewasn’t evenaware ofthe sorenessof hisentrance; hiswomb wastoo warmand overly sensitive for him to care about the pain. But when the slime applied its jelly onto the entrance?

Vaynemoaned andthrew hishead back,his toescurling againwhile hiserection wenthard again, pointing upward and shooting precum all over his belly.

“Yes.That’s it.You feelit? Thetenderness ofmy slime’slove? It’smy love,too,” saidthe Easter Bunny, his words soft but his tone definitely perverse.

As perverse as the sensation of that Slime inserting its tendril into Vayne’s womb, stretching thatentrance whilehis ownrim wasgetting pushedagainst, widenedby theSlime tothe point he felt like he was back stuffed by a whole arm.

However,the sorenesswas gone.No pain,no displeasure.Only thateerie fullnesswith his belly already bulging.

Evenbefore thefirst eggwas presentedto hisback entrance.Not thesmallest, butdefinitely in the smaller category.

It had, perhaps, the size of a chicken’s egg. And when it passed through his rim, it brushed against it, making him feel that hard shell before it dragged itself against his inner walls. It waspurposefully dragged,and theslime evenhad itrolling againstVayne’s prostate,leaving the Displacer Beast shuddering while his mouth curled. His cock shot precum all over his chest.

Hewasn’t cumming,not yet.But hewas definitelyclose to.

Itwas butthe firstegg.

Thefirst eggthat slippedinside hiswomb, alongsidesome ofthe Slime’sjelly, filledthat

hole. Thatempty space.Satisfied thatitch.

Thefirst eggwas inside.And therewas alreadya secondrushing inside,bigger, anddefinitely forced the slime to distend. More of the Slime pressed against Vayne’s buttcheeks, making him feel how wide the egg would be in advance before it slipped inside him.

Afterthat, theegg wasdragged againsthis innerwalls, squeezedagainst hisprostate beforeit pushed into his womb’s depths. The numb entrance tingled when that egg slipped inside.

Moreweight pressedagainst thewomb’s walls,a pressurebuilding upinside, bulgingoutside. Vayne was already enjoying it, purring while his hand ran along his belly.

“Wasit sodifficult? Toaccept thejoy ofMotherhood?” saidthe EasterBunny, rubbinghis face against Vayne’s left cheek.

“Shut up,”grunted theDisplacer Beastbefore hebroke intoa moan.Another eggwas athis entrance. Itbrushed, itrubbed againsthis rim,then hisinsides. Alongsideit, morejelly was pumped inside Vayne’s belly and into his womb.

Hisabdominal muscleswere alreadydistended, makingthem appearthin, thenvanishing under the ever-growing pressure inside Vayne.

However,the DisplacerBeast had…He didnot havethe mindto complainabout it.Each egg was a mind-blowing delight. A rapture without equals to the point he constantly kicked his feet from the eggs being buried deep inside him.

“You’d be such a good momma. You’re taking those eggs like a champ,” cooed the Easter Bunny, digginghis fingersinto Vayne’splushy posteriorto yankon therim. There,he helped the Slime push another egg inside. One egg that was bigger than the Easter Bunny’s arm.

Sobig, infact, itspressure waslike aburn onVayne’s asshole.Even ifit wasto enter,Vayne felt like it was about to get jammed.

Andyet, asthe Slimewiggled andmoved, withthe tendrilspumping insidethe rimand extending the sphincter by pulling on it; Vayne felt that egg slowly slide in.

Slowly. Steadily.Well, untilthe progressslowed downdue tothe egg’ssheer width.He was atthe widestpart, and Vaynedefinitely felt itpress againsthis sphincter, which kept closing on it, making it slip farther away while the Slime pushed it inside.

It was akin to a struggle as the Displacer Beast had one pair of hands covering his face, digging intohis visage.Yet, hesensed thategg finallyadvanced whileleaving hisasshole burning and aching.

“Here. You. Go. Little one,” said the Easter Bunny, forcing Vayne to open his fingers enough to see through them and notice the Easter Bunny pushing the egg inside with his index finger. Afterthat, heleaned andpressed hisface againstVayne’s belly.“Oh, that’sgood. Herehe is.” “Stop-Rubbing mybelly,” gruntedVayne, thoughhe threwand cranedhis neckagain, feeling another egg slip inside.

Thefollowing eggwas smallerthan theprevious one.But dueto thepressure, dueto the Slime continuously pushing; his hole was still aching.

It continued to do so as those eggs slipped inside him. The next few ones were definitely on thesmaller side,but theirpresence wasnonetheless feltas theSlime tookits sweettime torub them against Vayne’s prostate, making the Displacer Beast’s erection bob up and down.

Hewas startingto feelhow bloatedhe was.Those eggswere sonumerous, andwith theslime cushioning them, they could be so many.

There wereso many,Vayne wasdefinitely pastthe stageof lookingpregnant.

From bulging due to the Easter Bunny’s fist, he was now feeling gravid due to the eggs constantlyshifting andhitting oneanother inhis womb.He watchedas eachegg gothim closer to looking like he was four months in.

Then,he wentthrough thesix monthswith adefinite feelingof bloating.Worse, hisbelly was starting to stretch, and the pressure on his skin was intense. So intense, he had to rub it.

Worse, eventhe EasterBunny was doing it.

No. He was lovingly rubbing a balm onto the fur, leaving it greasy yet soothed. He cooed, he smiled, and he even blew on Vayne’s belly button in a way that was all love and care.“That’s it.My pregnantincubator looksso wonderfulnow,” hesaid, grinningand rubbinghis head against that tummy despite the grease he smeared over his face.

Hecared aboutit solittle whilehis fingersdrummed onthat bellythat nowlooked likeit was eight months in.

Eight monthsin. Andthat bellybutton waspopping out,too.

Abelly button,the EasterBunny circledwith hisindex fingeras hetook adeep breath,his cheeks against that belly.

“Ohyes. That’sit. Ican feelit. Anothergood boygot intoyour lovinglywarm womb.Soon, they will be all warm and cozy before they have to leave it and step into this cruel world,” said the Easter Bunny, even poking the belly button.

Vaynewas allhuffs andgrunts now,with anobvious reasonwhen theeyes darteddown; past the belly, past the erection rubbing against the distended and red belly, past the testicles.

Right ontothe humongousegg againstVayne’s entrance.

Itwas thebiggest sofar. No,the biggestof thewhole brood,far morethan theone he’dtaken and the few more the Easter Bunny had shoved into.

“Oh. Another little jam. No problem,” said the Fae, smiling as he pressed his index finger against theegg. Buthe frowned.He definitelyfrowned ashe pushedand pushed,but Vayne’s orifice wouldn’t open up any further.

“It’s-It’s toobig,” moanedthe DisplacerBeast, feelinglike hisass wasabout toburn from the friction and the pull. From the egg if it went inside.

“Nonsense.”

Again,the EasterBunny steppedaround thestone bedbefore hestopped betweenVayne’s legs, watching that enormous entrance. The Slime kept smacking the egg against it.

TheEaster Bunnygrabbed theegg throughthe Slimeto steadyit. Withhis otherhand, he formed a tight fist and pressed it against the back entrance.

“Wa-Wait,”moaned Vayne,but fartoo late.

Far toolate, becausethe EasterBunny’s tightfist wentin oncemore. Theglove rubbed against the soft walls, finding them pliant and well-stretched as he pumped inside.

AndVayne? Hecraned hisneck whilehis prostatewas againcrushed andrubbed bythe Easter Bunny’s knuckles as he kept wiggling and pumping his arm in.

Thistime, however,it wasshorter butfar moreintense. Farmore so,after theprevious eggs, Vayne’s orifice had become far more accommodating.

How far?Well…

It wasenough forthe EasterBunny topump hisentire arm,back tothe elbow,in andout. To have that arm slide in, pumping out natural lubricant and slime before he slammed it back inside without leaving an instant for Vayne to catch his breath.

Without leavingeven amoment withoutthe DisplacerBeast shudderingfrom havinghis guts soroughly handled.Yet, heloved it.He wasdefinitely lovingit, sincehis cockkept shooting white precum all over the Bunny’s face and those guts.

“You’re sowide! You’vegot somuch roominside, bigguy!” hesaid ashe pulledhis fistout, but not without licking his face.

Next,he hadthe otherhand pressedagainst theentrance. Orrather, pushedthe egg.The one that was so big, it practically made that hole disappear behind it. The swollen rim, the distended entrance? It was naught compared to the purple hard-shelled egg that was forced against it, pushed by the Easter Bunny’s whole hand.

“And…Hmm! Hereit goes!”

With a push, with a grunt, the Easter Bunny changed hand and jammed the egg inside. He leaned, plantedhis feeton theground, andused hisentire weightto forcethe jammedegg in. To push past the wall; the resistance that was Vayne’s asshole.

Ofcourse, theDisplacer Beastcried. Heeven tearedup ashe clutchedhis bellyand ass, mainly his ass he pulled on to help the oblong shape inside.

But asthe eggwas forced…The entrancefinally… Opened.

Vayne roaredas theegg wentin, feelingthe widestpart slipthrough.

Thenhe wentsilent. Hiseyes werefocused onthe paintingabove whilehe feltthat egggoing inside. That fist, that forearm, now nudged the egg into his womb. Slowly, gently. With definitive care, as the Easter Bunny guided it as well as the others inside Vayne’s distended womb, each time adding a little more to the bulging belly.

“Oh… I am dead, amI?” asked Vayne, his expression crumbling and his eyesred. “No. Weare inparadise,” saidthe EasterBunny, pressinghis earagainst the belly.

Helistened toit. ThoughVayne couldn’tdo thesame, hecould feelwhat theEaster Bunny heard.

Whenthe EasterBunny sighed,it wasfrom anegg clankingagainst another.When hegasped, it was the eggs squeezing the Slime with such pressure it was ejected from the womb.

Wheneverthe EasterBunny groaned,it wasfrom havinganother eggslipping intohis womb, guided by careful, gloved fingers.

“Ohhhh.You areso perfect,”groaned theEaster Bunny,with onehand leavingVayne’s belly to go down his pants. And it was only when the Easter Bunny pulled his arm out that Vayne saw it. Saw that erection beneath his pants, saw the obvious bulge of the Easter Bunny’s erection as he smooched Vayne’s belly.

“Theycan fitall in,my Incubator.Even thesecond batch,”said theEaster Bunnyas hefought against his leather pants to open them.

Toreveal that,beneath, hewas goingcommando. Andthat withthe stuffing,with thefilling, with Vayne’s inflating belly, he was hard like steel.

His cock? It was definitely comparable to Vayne, albeit with more pronounced veins and a white base.It wascomparable andyet much…More appealingto theDisplacer Beastas he

watched theBunny pullthe foreskindown beforegoing up…Watched thoseungloved fingers pumping it while he leaned against the belly, listening… Hearing the squashing sound, hearing theclicking… Andcertainly embracingthe sensationof thebelly throbbingwith each of Vayne’s heartbeats.

“Nothingis assexy aslife takingroot. Don’tyou think?”

Taking root? It was a joke. Enough to make Vayne almost scoff. He was definitely looking pregnant, beyond the eight months. No, at the ninth month. At that stage, his belly was so bloated,even thefaintest ofmovement wasenough tomake himsquirm, andhis tendrilswere tight near his back.

Butit wasn’tover. Notby anymeans, asthe EasterBunny lickedthat belly,even tickledthat belly button with his tongue while he continued to stroke himself...

Topump withhis hand.His cock,uncut, hadthe sleekforeskin dancingback andforth, with each movement betraying the stickiness of the precum onto the skin.

Thestrands werejoining thefingers andin-between, stickingto hispalm andhis fur,while the Fae’s face was all grin. All sweet whispers offered to Vayne’s belly, amidst the soft kisses, and then the nibbling on the protruding belly button.

He was… Enthralled by it. Captivated by the throbs that were Vayne’s heartbeat going through hisentire body.He wasenamored bythe muffledclinking soundcoming frominside the DisplacerBeast’s belly;a soundthat wasgetting worsethanks tothe jellyslowly slipping out of the gaping orifice after it had inserted all the eggs it had stored inside its body.

The squelching was getting louder with the tendrils unleashed inside Vayne’s ass, going against thewall, batteringthem, hittingthem. Atthe sametime, theDisplacer Beastmewled, craned his neck, and instantly regretted having even moved more than a little finger.

Eventhen, hecould sensethe warmth.The filling.The fulfillmentwhile theeggs rolled, clicked, hit, and the blissful tenderness of the Easter Bunny’s hand massaging his belly.

Itsoothed him.It easedhis breathing.It puthis mindat easewhile hegasped andmoaned. “That’s- So much,” groaned Vayne, biting his lower lip as he could sense his cock continuously poke against his belly, even when the tendrils were out and his ass was left gaping, dripping, and feeling minty.

“Somuch? But?We’re notdone,” saidthe Easter Bunny.

Vayne’sears evidentlyperked up,and hisface scrunchedup ashe triedto lookdown. Buthe felt the Easter Bunny peeling back, and then watched him disappear as he bent to fetch something that might have been left under the stone bed.

Solelyto pickit upand dropit onthe table.Another slime.Another slimethat wasjust asfull, with the Easter Bunny leaning on it.

“Iwasn’t sureI wasabout touse itthis time.But youdid sowell, it’dbe ashame towaste the second batch, hmm?”

Hisvoice wassuave oncemore, withthe glintof asmile ashe reachedfor Vayne’shands and belly, stroking one and another while he began to baby talk.

“Who’sthat bigtummy? Who’sfull withthe EasterBunny? Yes.That’s allfrom Daddy,”he said. Only to shout when Vayne’s hand smacked his.

“Not… Another batch.”

“But!But! Wouldyou refuseme this?”

As the Easter Bunny asked, he brought his hands to his face to squish his cheeks; to look softer,puffier, cuter.It wouldhave workedif itweren’t forhis erectionor hisprecum-covered hand. Or the gloved hand covered with sap that had been inside Vayne’s ass.

Butthe DisplacerBeast certainlywas conflicted.He grittedhis teeth,bit hislower lip,and looked away for a moment. Then he lowered his head.

“This- Time.”

“Yes! Youare thegreatest broodbearerI’ve seen.The bestof thebest. Themost wholesome of the whores I’ve had the pleasure to impregnate.”

“Ugh.”

Vaynelooked away,his faceburning. Butthe momentthe secondslime wasat hisass, his shame faltered. His eyes wandered. His lip was bitten even more while his cock throbbed against his belly. It sprayed precum while he felt another tendril going inside his ass.

Itbrushed hisprostate. Next,it wrappeditself aroundthe entranceto hiswomb, likea donut. It wrapped itself around the edge, forming a lovely cushion that rubbed and squeezed the entrance, as if pressed between two fingers, but without any pinching.

It was…A massage.One massagethat madethe enormousDisplacer Beastrumble with pleasure whilethe EasterBunny’s breathwas againpressed againsthis sweat-cakedfur, kissing it… And the eggs below.

“That’s-That’s it.Ohhhh. Youdo notknow howyou cansatisfy me,”said theEaster Bunny, his voice deep. Yet, cut with gasps and muffled moans.

“I’m-Doing nothing,”huffed Vayne,his gaspsechoing theBunny butfor awhole different reason. This time, the eggs were rolling inside at a regular pace.

Insteadof theSlime waitingfor eachegg tosettle inbefore insertinganother, thistime allthe eggs were forced together inside Vayne. A long, weighty, eventful chain of eggs with only a select few still kept outside. Inside? It was that queue that was constantly squeezing on his guts, on his prostate, on the rim of that womb that was steadily stroked and massaged while the insides… While the stuffed insides were pushed to the limit, to the edge.

Andthough Vaynethought it’dbe impossible,he wascertain helooked likehe waspast the ninth month and right into the tenth.

His bellywas nowsuch aprominent partof hisbody. Sucha massiveprotrusion ofhis chest. It was a belly bump of such magnitude that he couldn’t even see his legs or his erection anymore. But it mattered little as he was… enjoying the feeling.

Thetension onhis bellywas constant;his skinstretched, butit hurtless andless. Infact, it was becoming a dull warmth that spread along his sides.

Andhe knew.He knewthere wasno rupture,so theEaster Bunnymust havebeen doing something to help him.

Thesame EasterBunny whoclimbed ontothe stonebed topress hisbody againstVayne’s belly, cajoling that massive egg bump with his arms wrapped around it. But not only.

Vayne certainly felt the rumbling produced by the Easter Bunny’s movements. He felt he sensed theconstant poking,the eggsclicking togetheras thosehips weremoving. Hesensed that enormous uncut cock that was now rubbing against his tummy.

The Faehad astupid smileon hisface ashe waspurposefully grindinghis cockagainst that belly, as he had his balls smacking against Vayne’s belly without even hurting the eggs.

Eachtime anotheregg wasstuffed in,with thethrobbing growthof thepressure inside,the Easter Bunny moaned.

“Ohhhhh... Yes! I can feel it! All my eggs are inside you. Can you feel them? Can you feel how comfythey are?”moaned theEaster Bunny,his eyeslooking upas hiships movedfaster than before.

Hislegs, powerfuland massiveinside hispants, coiledand tensed.So didhis arms.So didhis chest as his fingers tensed around that belly he massaged without taking a break.

Vayne?

Well. The Displacer Beast was certainly feeling his own orgasm nearing. As his womb continuedto grow,his bodyhad toadapt. Thoughhe certainlyfelt apressure onhis bladder from the eleventh-month-like pregnancy, it was a little worry. He mainly felt the weight on his prostate as it was crushed, squeezed from outside and above. All at a pace that was certainly increasing, thanks to the Easter Bunny’s ravenous humping.

That cock, enormous, kept rubbing against Vayne’s belly button, too. And certainly, the Easter Bunnyhimself waspushing ontoVayne’s gutswithout hinderingthe steadyinsertion.

Hiscock, warmand drippy,delivered smallshots ofprecum allover Vayne’sbelly, covering it with that musky and sticky substance.

Butas Vaynewatched… Hewas losinghimself tothe innermassage, tothe eggsconstantly rolling inside him. Yet, he saw that the Easter Bunny’s shots were whiter and denser.

Even those eyes, intense and blue, were rolling. Meanwhile, Vayne sensed the growing crescendo. Thefire withinhis loins.The delightfulfire thathad beenwithin hisgroin forso long, he’d almost forgotten it. But now it roared. Now, it was echoed by the humping.

Thatfire wasgrowing down,down histummy, eggs,and hisgroin. It felt good. No, it was divine.

It was deviously perfect as Vayne felt it… Felt that last egg finally pushing through his womb, thelast ofthe longqueue. Thevery lastthat hadbrushed hisprostate andwas now nestled inside his womb that was getting one hell of a massage.

One hellof afill. Andone hell…Of an orgasm.

Itwas anexplosion, aburst oflife comingright fromhis groin,spreading throughhis body. It was an intense feeling of fullness, completing what had been forcefully inserted in him, with all the eggs, with the slime still inside, and lashing out.

Hecouldn’t resist.He couldn’tfight it.He couldn’teven dareto imaginewhat thismoment would be without… Without the joy. The satisfaction, the happiness.

Vayne’s lipscurled intoa stupidsmile, hisfeatures relaxing,and hiseyelids fluttered.Even his earswere atrest, notflat againsthis head.As forhis tendrils,they werelimp withsome shivers coursing through them as they grazed the floor.

Allin thatinstant ofpleasure, ofdelight. Ofsatisfaction.

His limbswere buta memory.His sorenesswas apast worry.His exhaustion,the sweat sticking to him, the strain of his lungs burning.

Hewas freeof this.Entirely free,yet somethingnew came… Literally.

The liquidsplashed acrosshis face,but notonly that.

Itran, warm,along hiseyelids andonto hisscalp. Itdripped allover hisface, evensome into his nostrils to fill them with the musky and potent aroma of a stud.

It coatedhis lips,tingling histongue ashe tastedit.

It dripped from his chin onto his muscular pectorals only to coalesce there, in the cusp between hispectorals andhis sizable,cum-drenched belly.Not froma singleshot, butmany.

Somany morethat went:some overhead,some landedand followedthe belly’scurvature; delineating and sometimes tracing the bumps from the eggs under the fur.

Itwas acascade, acascade properlydrawing themaps ofall thosecolorful andimmense eggs that were now in Vayne’s guts.

The very same that were milking him of another orgasm, making his cock shoot and shoot. His testiclespulled closerby spasmsof hisabdomen inspasms. Spasmsthat wereshaking the eggs from the reverberating movements. And in return, pressured Vayne’s organs, prostate, and womb, with a delightful, albeit exhausting, touch.

Itwas acycle bashingagainst hismind. Notanother orgasm,but morelike aswathing warmth.

Thistime, hiscock wasn’tas hardanymore. Steadily,the organdropped afterwhat hadbeen an eternity, finally released by the refractory period.

And sofollowed something Vaynevalued even more.

Afterall thatbreeding, thatinsertion, afterbeing stuffedwith somany eggshe couldroll down a slope if he so wished; there was the afterglow.

Therelief, thesatisfaction. Hewas fulfilledand, atthe sametime, relievedof allthe tension that had been in his muscles.

Thattension wasn’tonly onethat wasfrom thebreeding andbefore hisorgasm, asintense and mind-breaking as it was…

No.It wasalso fromthe yearsof worry.It wasfrom hiswork asan adventurer,with the gnawing fear he could be caught and betrayed.

Itwas fromthe constantglare hereceived, fromthe whispersof thoseforcefully inthe know, and their attitude as they saw him as nothing but a potential beast. A monster with a cunning mind and a potential drive to betray them.

Itwas nothim, butthe weightwas there.And yet,it wassoothed… Evenerased whena hand pressed against his cheeks, stroking his face.

“Wheneverit’s over,the mortalsare usuallynot smilingas much.They callit post-nutclarity, but I imagine it is more along the lines of a post-breeding shame.”

Vayne’seyes opened,meeting theEaster Bunny’sblue eyes.

Contraryto theDisplacer Beast,the EasterBunny didn’thave aface coatedwith cumand more, so the Displacer Beast scoffed and shook his head in almost disbelief.

Hedidn’t knowwhat tosay, sohe lookedaway fora moment.Then, hesmirked. Then,he laughed. Then, he guffawed only to groan and clutch his belly with one pair of hands.

“Well?What’s sofunny tomake youburst likethat?” saidthe EasterBunny, steppingaround on thestone bed.His erection,too, haddied down,though thepromiscuity allowedto peekat his massive organ, even at rest, and those low-hanging testicles. Certainly, he was one fine breeder, and the amount of eggs, if they were his, proved it.

But Vayne’seyes remainedon theEaster Bunny,on thepuzzled expressionand theears now standing up atop his head, with one slightly bent outward in confusion.

“Sorry.I was…I feltso goodfor onemoment… Andyou comehere totalk tome aboutpost-nut clarity and… I can’t- I can’t stay serious,” laughed Vayne, shaking his head, chortling. “Stay serious? But that’s true!”

Laughing was hard on his lungs, and he held his chest, too, on top of his belly. But he couldn’tstop whilewatching theEaster Bunny,who wasdefinitely confused.But aftersome time, the hilarity receded, and Vayne sighed deeply, his eyes wide on the ceiling.

“I- Ifeel muchbetter,” hesaid, hisvoice calm.

Meanwhile,the EasterBunny wasabove him,looking downon himwith thatambiguous expression. No more smirking, just interest.

“That’s a first. Do you not feel overwhelmed? Or heavy? And gravid?” “Well.I’m… Okay.I’d preferto besomewhere elsethan acreepy cave,but-“ “Like this?”

Snap

Amoment before,Vayne wason astone bedcovered withcushions andsheets thatlessened the pressure on his back.

Another,he experiencedthe summerbreeze againsthis face.He sensedthe warmthof thesun against his fur. He enjoyed the grass bending in the wind and stroking his skin.

He smelled the surrounding flowers, aromatic yet not overwhelming… And that was amidst the semenslightly stickingto himas heexperienced somethingelse, theweight ofthe Easter Bunny pressing against his body as he lay by his side.

“Where are we?” asked Vayne, his ears standing up as he tried to turn his head. They had to be atopa hillbecause ifhe turnedhis headleft, hecould seea vastplain andstructures inthe distance that looked like castles.

But they were too tall, too spindly, and they were resplendent like polished silver. The way the sunlight reflected on them made it painful to look at. Then he glanced above, at the swirlingpink andblue cloudsforming shapesreminiscent ofthose samecastles andyet more. If he squinted, he could almost see land?

“Thisis mydomain. Onlya fewmortals arelucky enoughto setfoot intothe Faerealm,” said the Easter Bunny with a suave tone. “It pleases you?”

“It-Looks differentfrom whatI imagined.I heardFaerie isa placeso colorfulyou cannot… Paint it.”

“That’sthe wilds.Here, youare inmy domain.And whatbetter placefor aBunny thana vast plain with tall grass?”

“Not a castle?”

Vayneturned hishead towardsthe EasterBunny, seeingthe fingerspointed downat the ground with a conniving smile.

“My castleis underground,”he saidwith awink. “MaybeI’ll letyou seeit.”

“Definitely nottoday,” groanedVayne, clutchinghis belly.But ashe clutchedit, therewas the Easter Bunny’s touch upon it, stroking it.

Andthen camea whistle.A sonoritythat waseerie andsoothing, followedby afeeling ofthe breeze running against Vayne’s fur, but unsoaked. Unbranded. Unmarked. He lifted one

finger, thenlowered itonto hisbelly, without findingthe furmatted with cum.

Heturned hishead, noticingthe EasterBunny’s fingerbefore hismouth, shushinghim.

Vayne remained quiet, while looking above, one hand behind his head to support it while feeling theEaster Bunny’scheeks rubbingagainst hiscollarbone. Asoft pawtraced circles onto his fur; on the belly at first, but on his right pectoral next.

“Why…”spoke Vayne,stopping asthe wordwas uttered. “Why? Why what?”

“Iwas… Aboutto askwhy me.But why…Not here?Why someonelike me?” “Do you want to hear a secret?”

Vayne’s earslifted amoment incuriosity whilehe sensedthe EasterBunny’s breathdrift closer to his pectoral. And then, the cheeks rubbed against it while the hand continued to stroke and worship his belly, leaving no spot untouched or uncared for.

“Iused tocome fromyour world.I wasn’tthe EasterBunny atfirst. Butthen, Ibecame it.But I never want my children to be cut from whence I came,” he said, with a controlled tone.

“Soevery decade,when thecourts allowme towander withouttending tomy duties,I search for an incubator. Someone who can bear my children.”

“Sooo.Every decadeyou stuffsomeone?”

“Faerie,no,” saidthe EasterBunny witha chuckleas hestraightened hisback andpressed his hand onto Vayne’s belly, hard. Hard enough for the eggs to produce a resounding clack from them moving at once and echoing one another.

Then cameanother asthe EasterBunny usedboth handsto rubthe belly.

Vayne lethimself go,his handsdropping ontothe grassas hemoaned andgrowled. Hewasn’t lustful or ‘excited’ that way. But it was obvious the Easter Bunny had an effect on him because he purred.

Hepurred, andeven histendrils wentlimp onthe ground,his mouthhalf-open whilehearing the constant clack coming from within his womb.

“Good boy,” said the Easter Bunny, daring even to put an elbow onto the belly while he nudged Vayne’spopped-out bellybutton. “No.You arethe firstin acentury. Iwas losing hope for the current generation.”

“That’s… You must be lonely,” said Vayne, swallowing his saliva and then back to purring. “Somehow.Life canbe verylonely withouta partner.But I’mlucky! Andnext decade,I will take the search easy.”

“Why searching?”

Thestroking onthe bellybutton stopped.Vayne’s eyesmet withthe EasterBunny’s, finding something that was definitely intriguing and adorable: Hope.

“What doyou mean?”

Fora moment,Vayne mumbledwhile hisfingers twitchedweakly. “Ithink. Nextdecade. So long as I’m not on a quest, you could invite me? I’ll visit your castle, and you won’t have to find someone else?”

“I’dbe elatedto dothat,” saidthe EasterBunny, bouncingon hisfeet andthen bowingin front of Vayne, who smiled, waving his hand.

“Noneed toact sofamiliar. But-If youcould sendme back,I havea questand peoplewaiting for me,” said the Displacer Beast, pushing with his elbows to stand up.

“Ohhhhh…Oh! Oh!” beganthe Easter Bunny,only to chuckle, laugh, and then drop to his

knees byVayne, onehand clutchinghis gutsand theother Vayne’spec. “What’s so funny?” mumbled Vayne, confused.

“Therewas noquest,” revealedthe EasterBunny, whilepressing anindex fingeragainst Vayne’s mouth. “It was a ploy to get you near the door so I could take you.”

“Sooo. Itwas… A trap?”

“Itwas,” admittedthe EasterBunny, shruggingand thenleaning forward,his muzzlealmost pressed against Vayne’s. “But I won’t abandon my incubator without gifts.”

Vayne blinked, but then felt the Easter Bunny’s hand run against his neck, his jaw. The thumbscaressed theunderside beforethe mouthsmet. Beforetheir lipsopened andtheir tongues coiled, danced.

As strange as it was, the Easter Bunny’s breath was sweet and sugary. Not cloying. Neither was hissaliva, wondrousas Vaynefelt somethingstir. Andweigh himdown aroundhis chest. A weight, a pressure, a warmth around his pectorals, and then he sensed it, a wetness.

Onehe hadto touch,to examine,only forthe EasterBunny tostep backand letVayne admire. And behold. And enjoy the presence of sweet milk pouring from his nipples.

“What is this?” mumbled Vayne, blinking while his other pectoral was massaged by the Easter Bunny, right on time to make that other nipple lactate and dribble over Vayne’s fur. “Agift formy incubator.What’s amother withoutmilk?” laughedthe EasterBunny, giving the pectoral a kiss. “My children can grow strong without it.”

“I-I am lactating. But…”

TheEaster Bunny’stongue danced,giving thenipple aflick beforehe smiledfrom earto ear: “Yours is perfect. You’ll be a great parent for my children.”

“W-Wait!”shouted Vayne,raising hishand towardsthe Easter Bunny.

Snap!

Vayne’s hand met nothing. It dropped against his body as he looked around. He was back in the ritualroom. Thepainted stonewalls aroundand above…The ritualbed withthe cushions below. He even had his gear nearby, with his loincloth and polished greatsword. But as he shifted his weight, Vayne felt two things.

Thefirst ofthe twowas thebag againsthis side,so plumpgold coinswere spillingout.

Thesecond? Itwas somethingfar moreintense andbothersome forthe DisplacerBeast ashe collapsed on the bed, clutching his belly with four hands.

It wasn’t the first time it’d happened. He had done it before. He could do it again. Nevertheless, thecontractions stoleshudders fromthe enormousDisplacer Beastas he collapsed onto the stone, groaning and moaning while his legs opened.

Pain skyrocketed through his spine and body, like thunder shots coursing through his muscular shape. But he felt it, the womb slightly opening, and the first egg with a hard shell. Onethat wasalmost willingto slipback insidein thecomfort ofthat preparedwomb, onlyfor the muscles to push it out; nudging it towards the right direction.

But asthe contractionscontinued, asthe eggsclicked andclanked oneagainst another,the egg rolled onward. It wasn’t the biggest nor the smallest.

It wasone ofthe middleeggs, yetits presencewas enoughto makethe poorDisplacer Beast gasp andgroan, tomake histendrils tightenaround thebed, clutchingit likean anchoras his feet planted in the stone.

That wasa birth.

He didn’t expect to come so fast. But it was definitely one. His body shuddered; cold sweat ranalong hisback. Itwas intense,with eachcontraction beinga shotthrough hislower back and abdomen. It was intense as the muscle memory worked against the Barbarian writhing, kicking his legs, and clutching his loud baby bump.

Andthe eggrolled, squeezed,even hithis prostate.It wasa shotof pleasure,but lessenedby the egg insertion and the pressure. Lessened enough, he wasn’t hard, but he smiled.

Histail swayed,his jawclenched, hisears twitched.

It was a bigger effort than any fight he’d have, any Herculean task he’d been given by the Adventurers’Guild. Hewas stuckin theposition, breathingby followingthe rhythmand pace imposed by reflexes he didn’t control.

Itwas allnatural, allmade byhis biology.And yet,as theegg startedto rolland approachthe limit, and the dilated entrance revealed the slime-covered, blue-and-green-spotted presence about to crown, it didn’t look as natural.

But itwas there;itwas happening.

Though Vaynefelt hisfur wascaked withsweat allover hisbody, ashis bodywas wracked by soreness, down to his internal parts; He wasn’t angry, or frustrated, or fighting it.

No, hewas elated.His heartbeat faster,his breathwas followedby moansand sighs.He even purred in the brief moment, in the intense moment. The egg slipped out, and his entrance was left gaping.

He didn’t bother moving for a moment, listening to the echoes of clanks from the eggs readjustinginside hisabdomen. Hewatched thepainting above,with allthe smilingand happy Bunnies carrying the eggs. What followed was a chuckle from him.

Heshook hishead, andas painfulas itwas, hesat onthe stonebed. Hislegs feltnumb, and moving them was more difficult than before. Even his asshole ached with a burn shooting through him at the smallest of movements.

Hegritted histeeth, grimaced,and grunted.But inthe end.He satand grabbedthe nearby egg, feeling the warmth it gave off and the faint movements inside.

Itwould bea painto protectit. Buthe hadto protectit untilit hatched.He evenlicked itclean before he pressed it against his arm while another hand clutched his belly.

He feltthe eggsclanking, themany brothersinside thatwere carefullywaiting, comparedto the mischievous egg that had decided to become an early adventurer.

“Later. I’ll lay you later,” he said with a chuckle, finally standing up on wobbly legs. Fora moment,while heput hisclothes onand retrievedhis greatsword,he worried:how would he justify his massive belly, that he’d earned enough gold to buy twenty houses.

However, the moment he stepped outside and felt the sunlight on his fur, Vayne’s worries vanished. Helooked atthe eggin hishand, soweak andfragile. Thenhe lookedat thecave behind him, at the copy of the Easter Bunny’s face.

He smiled.

“In ten years, then.”