As I had expected, Derek took Bunny’s absence after Easter ended in stride. He got busy making traps for the Tooth Fairy after he lost a tooth, but the money under his pillow was my doing. We didn’t get any more supernatural visitors.
I held it together, and remarkably, life became easier after that Easter. Some things I had been carrying around in my chest, painful baggage and old scars, had dissolved under Bunny’s patient touch, and I could breathe more fully.
I also didn’t feel alone anymore.
Bunny had said he could look into our world and interact. I didn’t know what that would look like, and soon forgot about that promise in the daily grind. Until, one day, he came through.
I was having my morning coffee in the kitchen one Sunday, enjoying the quiet moment. Suddenly, there was a clear, tinkling sound, like tiny fairy bells. When I looked down at my cup’s saucer, there were three chocolate eggs wrapped in gold and purple foil.
“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling stupid talking to an empty room. I ate them, of course.
It became our morning ritual, but it only happened when Derek wasn’t in the kitchen, for which I was grateful. I would never let him eat those eggs.
Then, one evening, I found a vibrator in my bedside table. It was shaped exactly like Bunny’s cock, didn’t have to be charged, and it glowed pink. I laughed for a good while and then used it religiously every evening.
A girl has needs, after all.
Winter came. Derek’s school organized a trip to a museum. In the early afternoon, I got a call from a guilty-sounding teacher, who told me Derek fell under a bus but was unscathed. They were already back in the school, and she was calling to let me know before I came to pick him up so I would be prepared.
I rushed out of the office and drove with my heart in my throat, only to find Derek alive and kicking, and very happy.
He sat surrounded by a dozen of his classmates, regaling them with the tale of his accident. The teacher pulled me aside before I got to him, looking troubled.
“Don’t scold him for making things up,” she said. “It’s natural for children to process trauma by embellishing. And I’m very sorry, we did our best to keep them all safe. Another boy had smuggled a ball in his backpack. He dropped it by accident, and it rolled off the pavement. Derek went to get it.”
I nodded, looking over my shoulder to reassure myself Derek was really here, not a scratch on him. And still, the dark, consuming fear spread its tendrils in my chest, sticking to my ribs and wrapping suffocatingly around my lungs.
I would cry that evening and call my sister to rant about the imbecile teachers who let children run under buses.
For now, though, I needed to hold it together.
I approached Derek and caught a part of his story. It made me stop in my tracks, my mouth open.
“…and the bus was right there, and I couldn’t do anything! I was on my hands and knees, and it was so fast, coming right at my head! And then suddenly, someone invisible caught me and carried me aside. The bus missed me by inches! It was a superhero, I’m telling you. He was fast and invisible, and he saved my life!”
I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes in gratitude. The children were spellbound, listening to Derek’s every word. And just like them, I was convinced my son was telling the truth.
It was Bunny who saved him. Had to be.
That very night, I got rid of my box of pills. And when I masturbated with Bunny’s vibrator, for the first time I imagined him coming inside me to make a baby. I came hard, and then slept like a log until morning, my mind finally made once and for all.
Christmas came and went. I called Richard to ask him if he wanted to use his right to take Derek on weekends more often than twice a year. I was met with a firm no. Richard had a new girlfriend and some kind of important job that demanded all his time, apparently.
“Next year for sure,” he said. “Maybe sooner. I’ll call you.”
I rolled my eyes. In Richard-speak, “for sure” mean “absolutely not”. I had learned it the hard way.
Still, I had tried, like I did every year. Derek didn’t know I made those calls. He had stopped asking about Daddy a long time before, and I was grateful. I hadn’t yet found a good way of telling him that his father didn’t want to spend time with him without crushing his budding self-confidence, and I knew if I tried lying, Derek would see right through me.
Yet now, Richard’s answer gave me more relief than grief. If it truly worked out with Bunny and me, Derek would have a father who actually cared about him. A superhero father, though he wouldn’t know that.
March came. I was on pins and needles, my excitement growing with every day. Sometimes, I felt so buoyant and eager, I got nauseous.
The first flowers peeked out, bees got busy pollinating them, and my heart soared when I breathed in the spring in the air. I tried to stay calm, because excitement and stress would mess with my cycle, and I was on track to getting my fertile window on Easter.
The thought of missing this year and having to wait another gave me cold chills at night.
This year, Carol took Derek on Saturday. When he was in the car, I handed her the presents for him and my nieces, which Carol would hide in her backyard tomorrow. I was certain Bunny would take care of the presents, but Carol didn’t know that, and it would be weird if I didn’t get the kids anything.
“He’s already making plans about some sort of trap they will build for the Easter bunny,” Carol said with a smile, taking the packages. “I love when he stays with us. They spend all day playing, and I can forget I have kids for a while.”
As soon as they were gone, I went about preparing my own trap for Bunny. I was determined to be the sexiest, most smooth-skinned, perfumed version of myself. There were fresh sheets on my bed (purple, because I’d read somewhere purple in the bedroom helped keep things spicy), and a lacy lingerie set waited in the bathroom.
I took the final ovulation test. It was positive, indicating I would ovulate within the next twenty-four hours.
Then I went about an elaborate beauty routine. Logically, I knew he wouldn’t expect it. He would happily fuck the ordinary, every-day version of me. But I was bursting with energy, and it needed to go somewhere.
My alternatives were gardening and cleaning, and they would both make me all sweaty and frazzled. No, thanks.
When I was done, I couldn’t get enough of my reflection. My hair was silky, my body hairless and smooth, my nails gleamed with a delicate pearl pink sheen, and the light blue lacy bra hugged my boobs beautifully, making them really pop.
It was eleven at night, and I waited in bed, fretting. Would he come at midnight? Or after sunrise? The previous year, I only saw him in the morning. But he disappeared at midnight, which suggested the magic operated according to the clock.
I didn’t know, so I lay in bed, so restless, I couldn’t even read or browse on my phone.
And yet, I apparently dozed off into a fretful sleep, because the next thing I knew, the bedroom was dark, and someone was in bed with me.
My heart in my throat, I turned. Moonlight fell in through the uncovered window, and in its light, Bunny’s amber irises glowed like two jewels.
“You came,” I whispered, giddy, nervous, excited, and aroused all at once.
“I saw you preparing for me,” he said, his voice hoarse as his hand trailed down my hip to cup my ass. “The wait was excruciating. You drive me crazy, Alice.”
“Good,” I said, pressing my hands to his chest. “Then you know everything. We’re going to make a baby.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, licking his lips nervously.
“Are you sure? It was only a year, and we didn’t even see each other, and…”
“Did you save Derek?” I interrupted. “When he fell under the bus?”
“Yes,” Bunny said simply. “It cost a lot of magic. I could only cross over for a few seconds. But it was enough.”
“Then I’m sure. You kept your word,” I said, sliding my fingers lower to fondle his six-pack. I’d missed it. “Come on. Pump me full of bunny batter.”
He shook with quiet laughter, and I reached for his cock, impatient. He caught my hand, though, and shook his head.
“No. Remember what happened last year? I think I’d rather the first time weren’t inside you. And I learned a new trick, so I wanted to show you first.”
“Trick? More delicious candy?” I asked with a grin, to which he laughed.
“By the way, you were right,” he said, sitting up on the bed. “I can really laugh during sex. I love that it’s so easy with you.”
“How likely is this new trick to break my window or a wall?” I asked, taking him in. He was naked save for a pair of boxer briefs, already bulging with a glowing erection.
“Not likely,” Bunny said. “I picked something soft and light.”
“Then lie back, magic boy, and let me get reacquainted with your scrumptious dick.”
I winked, and he laughed again, though there was a note of hungry expectation in his voice. He plopped down, reaching for more pillows to support his head. He wanted to watch. Good. I would give him a show.
“By the way, I though we’d catch up. Talk, you know. Watch a movie or something,” he said, sounding unsure. “I like you for more than sex. Much more.”
“Later,” I practically growled, pressing my mouth to his hard dick through his underwear. “Get your priorities straight. First, we make sure you stay here. We’ll have time for dating later.”
“Once you’re pregnant,” he said, swallowing thickly. “You know, usually dating should come before… Oh, fluffy balls!”
I looked up, mouth full of cock, and slowly let it fall out, stifling a giggle.
“Is this how you swear in Easterland?”
Bunny shook his head, watching me with wide eyes, his cheeks pink. I grinned and returned to his glowing dick that was so much better than the vibrator. It was warm and alive, twitching when I blew on it. Already, honey-sweet precum was pearling on the tip.
As I worked his dick, my pussy buzzed with arousal, and my chest filled with a light, glowing happiness. Bunny was breathing hard, jerking his hips whenever I sucked his cock deeper in my mouth. His hands were clenched into tight fists, mangling the fresh sheets, and I felt like the queen of the world.
Still got it, baby.
Soon after, he shoved me off his dick, and something exploded out of it, bouncing against the ceiling and falling with a soft patter on the bed. One thing, soft and light just as he’d said, hit me on the head.
I got up, closed the curtains, and turned on a sexy, pink lamp I had bought specifically for this night.
Bunny sat in bed, grinning. He was surrounded by a small army of yellow and pink marshmallow ducks.
“I can’t believe you went there. Though I have to admit: this is the genuine spirit of Easter,” I said, taking one in my hand and turning it to see every detail. And then I couldn’t hold it in any longer, so I burst out laughing, and Bunny joined in, tugging me on the bed and wrapping his arms around me.
“Happy Easter, Alice,” he whispered in my ear.
I ate the little yellow duck, the marshmallow sweet, chewy, and just perfect. Then, I gasped in wonder when all the other duckies rose off the bed and flew to a wicker basket that appeared on my dresser.
“You can have them later,” Bunny said hoarsely.
He pressed me to him with his forearm under my boobs and trailed the fingers of his other hand down my collarbone, stopping at the lacy edge of my bra.
“It’s very pretty,” he murmured, caressing my skin lightly along the edge. “I think we will leave it on for now. What do you think, Alice?”
I shivered, my skin breaking out in goosebumps under his touch. He was doing it again, asserting dominance after I’d had my fun with him. It was hot as fuck.
“M-yes,” I gasped when he palmed my breast and squeezed, making the material slide over my nipple.
“Now, these are just as pretty,” he said, reaching between my legs, where he ran his fingers lightly over my pussy lips. “Let’s leave them on, too. We’ll just… push them to the side like this…”
I moaned when he dipped his fingers under my panties and swirled them in my wetness. I tried to squirm, but he pressed me firmly to his chest, caressing me lazily. A moment later, he reached with the hand holding me up to my breast, and pinched my nipple rhythmically.
“Fuck! Bunny, how did you…” I asked, not finishing, because he picked just this moment to squeeze my clit between two fingers.
“I told you I’d watch you,” he murmured in my ear, rubbing me through the panties, which were quickly getting soaked. “And I did. You showed me everything I needed to know. And I had a lot of time to think about all the things I wanted to do to you.”
I stilled, breathing hard, as he flicked his finger gently over my clit. My skin grew hot, a blush spreading over my cheeks and collarbones.
“You… watched? Oh fuck. This is so wrong… and so fucking hot.”
“I like watching you,” he said, voice low and sexy, while his fingers dipped under my bra to tease my nipple. “In fact… we can both watch now.”
A mirror appeared in front of us, hovering in the air just by the foot of the bed. I gasped, seeing myself. I was flushed, wide-eyed, my legs wantonly open. Bunny’s tanned skin was dark against mine. His hand moved between my legs, his other hand playing with my breast. Our eyes met in the mirror, and he smiled, pinching my clit lightly.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.
I gasped when he pushed his finger in my pussy, moaned when he squeezed my nipple hard, just the way I liked, and panted when he rubbed me in wide circles through my panties, the fabric moving over me making the friction almost unbearable.
And all the while, our eyes were locked in the mirror.
“My good girl,” Bunny whispered, making me shudder in pleasure. “You waited for me, just like you said. And you fucked yourself with the vibrator that looks just like my cock.”
He pushed two fingers in my pussy, curving them up to press into my G-spot. I moaned, throwing my head back, and Bunny kneaded at the spot relentlessly, talking in a low voice.
“I missed your pretty pussy. I can’t wait to slide in and fuck it. It’s such a good little pussy, so warm and wet for me. Tell me, Alice. Did your pussy miss my cock?”
“Yes!” I cried out, squirming in his hold. I was seconds away from coming, and if he only moved his fingers faster…
“Very good. You deserve a reward,” he said, moving his fingers quickly, pressing hard at the right spot. I exploded, clenching over his fingers, and Bunny caressed me through my orgasm, still holding me flush against his chest.
I opened my eyes, breathing hard, and looked into his eyes in the mirror. They were dark, his pupils dilated, his lips dark pink and swollen.
“I would like you to ride my cock now,” he said. “Just as we are now. I want to see everything.”
I raised my hips, and he guided his cock into me, holding my panties to the side. I sank down with a strangled moan, readjusted my position, and rose again, watching our reflection.
As his cock slid partly out of me, the pink glow appeared, bathing me in a soft, erotic light from below. As I lowered myself onto him again, the glow disappeared.
I moved slowly, breathing hard, my eyes glued to the place where we were joined. My pussy was still tight after the orgasm, and each protruding bump on his cock sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
Bunny breathed hard, letting out low, masculine moans. When we got into the rhythm, he returned to playing with me, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, his glowing eyes watching our reflection unblinkingly.
“I will come inside you,” he said voice low. “I will pump you full of my cum, and do you know what will happen?”
I nodded frantically as his hands settled low on my belly, stroking my skin.
“You will have my baby inside you, and we will be together forever. We will fuck every day, raise our kids together, and love each other.”
I keened, bouncing faster. It wasn’t exactly dirty talk, but holy shit, didn’t his words make me horny as fuck.
“And you want it all, don’t you?” he asked, fingers dipping lower to tease my clit. “You want to be full of my cum. You want me to be with you. You want to have my baby, and you want me to be the father to your son.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, and he grabbed my hips and pressed me down onto himself, holding me there.
“Well then.”
He held me up and flipped us, so I was on my hands and knees. His cock stayed inside me, lodged deep. Bunny fucked me from behind, thrusting hard, bent low over me so he could rub my clit. He fucked me faster, his fingers pressing harder, and a moment later, I was coming and screaming his name as he thrust… and thrust…
“Now… Right… Now…”
He stilled balls-deep inside me, and I could feel his cum, warm and tingling. Magic cum. It splashed out of me, falling out down the sides and dripping onto the sheets as Bunny stayed inside me, breathing hard.
“Oh, Alice,” he said, letting his face rest against my back. “You have no idea.”
I shook my head, happy laughter bubbling in my chest when I realized we’d done it. I was fertile, and his cum was in my pussy, little Bunny swimmers hopefully racing to the egg right then.
“I think I do, you know,” I said, grinning like a maniac.
We cleaned up and got back to bed, and I lay in Bunny’s arms, winding my legs around his and holding onto him like a clingy little barnacle. My hands rested low on his back, inches away from his tail. As soon as I got my breath back, I would tease it and get him to fuck me again.
“When will we know?” I asked for now, sighing with pleasure when he stroked my back.
“When it’s midnight and I am still here,” he said simply.
“Isn’t it a little too fast?” I asked. “I mean, it takes time for the egg to get fertilized, and then a few more days until it’s implanted…”
“I checked with a few friends who did this,” Bunny murmured, his voice deep and relaxed. “The magic will work as soon as the egg is fertilized. And magic sperm is faster. Should get there in no time.”
“Even so,” I said, sliding my fingers just a little lower, until the fur of his tail tickled against my skin. “I think we should spend the entire Sunday fucking like a pair of rabbits. Just to make sure. Wouldn’t you agree?”
He laughed warmly, and then gasped when I squeezed his tail gently. A moment later I was on my back, laughing, while Bunny hovered over me, pressing my shoulders to the mattress.
“You little tease,” he said, his eyes glinting. “Be careful, or you’ll get exactly what you asked for. And you really won’t be able to walk on Monday.”
I grinned, squirmed out of his grip, and got a hold of his fluffy ear, making him gasp again.
“Bring it on, magic boy.”
