Easter Bunny Tales

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Cake here: this is posted to my account with Nawty-Neko's permission, a story written for the Easter/Ostara/Spring Equinox holiday. Yes, it's a little late, and it's not quite finished. Editing will happen! If you notice any glaring problems, let us know.

Warnings: Anthro/furs, Yiff, Unique type of food-play, possible squick
(suggest not eating Cadbury eggs while reading this...unless you like that sort of thing...foodsex kinda thing...then by all means....)

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Easter Bunny Tales

Or…

Where does YOUR Candy Come From?

by Nawty-Neko >^_^<

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“Take care, Chocolate dear!”

“I will! Thanks Mom!” The doe Chocolate hop-walked merrily up the road, heading away from her hometown and towards the Chocolateir’s Castle. Cozy little homes passed by, most of which Chocolate knew well. While not the most popular bunny in town, she had many friends she would miss dearly.

Homes finally gave way to budding trees and sparse shoots of green grass poking through melting piles of slush. Yes, Spring was coming. This would be Chocolate’s 19th Spring, when she would finally learn about her ‘special destiny’ that her mother had been telling her about since she was a kittling.

“You have a special destiny, my dear Chocolate,” her mother had said more times than she could count, “a destiny that will make many people happy.”

Chocolate was a mostly carefree bunny, so she didn’t let the overly ambiguous prophecy worry her. “Well, at least I don’t have to find a real job!” she jokingly reasoned.

A puffy little cloud that had perched itself in front of the sun for most of her walk finally decided to move along on its merry way, letting a bright ray of sunlight shine directly in Chocolate’s eyes. She pulled her ears down to protect her eyes, tugging her right ear a tad more than the left. Her right ear had been bent a few inches from the tip since the day she was born and had been a source of minor ridicule for the other kittlings.

As she approached the castle’s entrance one of the towers eclipsed the sun and she allowed her ears to pop back into their usually perky positions, the right being slightly less perky.

The Chocolateir’s Castle was a typical castle, she supposed. Chocolate hadn’t actually ever seen another castle, and the Chocolateir’s Castle had been around long before she was ever born, so the white brick walls and large wooden doors didn’t elicit any particular feeling in her as she stood before it. Still, she figured that since her destiny was waiting inside, she should at least check to make sure she was presentable.

With a quick look around she spotted a decently-sized puddle and gazed at her reflection. Her long black hair was a bit tussled from the walk, so she fussed it back into place along with her light brown fur. She smiled as she caught the reflection of her blue eyes in the pool and wiggled her little pink nose. “Miss. Chocolate,” she said playfully to herself, “you are cute!”

“Come on girls!” She fluffed her chest in her blue shirt to show a bit more cleavage, in case there were cute bucks inside the castle, and walked confidently to the front door.

Just as she was about to knock on the beautifully smooth door it opened silently to reveal an elderly, yet still quite pretty, smiling doe.

“Nice to meet you, Chocolate,” the elder said in a soft, pleasing voice. Chocolate was so surprised by the woman’s appearance her hand still hung in the air, waiting for a door to appear underneath it to knock upon.

“Come on in dear! It’s alright, I won’t bite!” The elder gave a little laugh and tugged lightly on Chocolate’s arm, breaking the younger doe from her stupor. She followed the elder inside, stammering a bit while the elder shut the door.

“Um, hi!” she managed; taking a good look at the woman whom she assumed owned the castle. The elder doe had light brown fur just like she had, albeit now a large amount had turned gray from the many Springs she had seen. Her original hair color was a mystery, as it had gone entirely gray. She stood a tad shorter than Chocolate, but she more than made up for it with her eyes. Those two perfect emeralds were filled with a lifetime of wisdom, yet had warmth to them that relaxed Chocolate. Astonishingly, aside from a few wrinkles at the edges of her smile and some grey streaks, her face appeared quite youthful, so much so that Chocolate felt that she could have been one of her many sisters born during the same Spring as she.

“Now Miss. Chocolate,” the elder started, straitening a stray wrinkle in her too-light-for-this-early-in-Spring green dress. “You’re here because you’ve heard all your life about a ‘special destiny’ you are to fulfill, and this will be your 19th Spring.” Chocolate nodded, unable to come up with a better response. “Oh! But I’m such a terrible hostess. I haven’t even introduced myself properly; I am Mistress Choczie, the current keeper of the Chocolateir’s Castle, but you may call me Miss. Chocz if you wish.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss. Chocz!” Chocolate felt her nervousness melt in the warmth Mistress Choczie projected. “So… what is this ‘special destiny’ that everyone talks about?”

“Walk with me child and I will explain everything.” They began down a long stone corridor, the walls adorned with portraits of many famous looking bunnies. Chocolate dug her toes into the thick carpet for the first few steps, enjoying the soft luxury after her long walk to the castle.

“You are familiar with the stories of the ‘Easter Bunny’, correct?” Miss. Chocz started.

“I’ve heard the ‘Easter Bunny’ delivers sweets to all good little kittlings on Easter,” Chocolate recited, “but every bunny that’s seen twelve or so Springs figures out it was their parents who leave the treats after the kittlings go to sleep.”

“Ah yes,” the elder sighed, “once a kittling reaches that many Springs they tend to loose faith. But what would you say if I told you that the Easter Bunny is real, and that you are one of the specially selected helper Easter bunnies?”

Chocolate stopped in her tracks. Mistress Choczie continued for another few steps, and then turned to the bewildered bunny.

“I’m… the Easter Bunny…?” Chocolate stammered.

“Well, not ‘THE Easter Bunny’, but one of his helper Easter bunnies, yes.” Mistress Choczie never stopped smiling with that youthful face and warm eyes.

“Oh, well I suppose that’s different…” Chocolate supposed. She opened her mouth to ask something, paused…

And promptly fainted.

*****

“Wake up, dear Chocolate…”

A blue eye peeked open sleepily and Chocolate attempted to move a hand to rub the sleep from the other, finding it wasn’t responding to her sleepy commands. Eventually, the sluggish eye found the energy to open and Chocolate found herself looking at the smiling Miss. Chocz.

“Um, hello again,” Chocolate started as her awareness increasingly returned. “Did I miss anything?” She was in a dimly lit room in the castle, lying at a comfortable angle for looking around. It took a bit of effort, but she managed to tear her gaze away from the friendly elder bunny to find her wrists bound comfortably to the surface she was laying on, as well as her ankles when she looked down past her bare breasts…

Wait, there was something wrong with that thought…

“I hope I didn’t miss a party I was involved in…”

“You needn’t worry, Miss Chocolate,” Mistress Choczie assured soothingly, cupping the younger bunny’s face in her hands. “Everything will be alright. Trust me…” She leaned in and lightly kissed Chocolate’s forehead. The two locked eyes briefly, then their lips met in a faint kiss.

Mistress Choczie pulled back for a moment, gauging Chocolate’s reaction. Seeing nothing worse than a bit of confusion, she leaned in for a second, deeper kiss as one of her hands caressed its way down the bound bunny’s face to stop on one of her ample breasts, gently kneading the soft, ample flesh and eliciting a squeak of surprise from Chocolate. The Mistress’s hand continued down the captive’s body until it finally reached a particularly sensitive spot between her legs.

Experienced fingers massaged over and around Chocolate’s womanhood and the bound bunny gasped around the lasting kiss, resuming passionately as Mistress Choczie’s fingers found her sensitive clit.

All too soon the massage ended, and two of the Mistress’s fingers worked their way into Chocolate’s warm, moist entrance, delving deep into her young body. The kiss continued around Chocolate’s moans of mixed pleasure and confusion. She had been with bucks before, thankfully not leading to kittlings of her own, and found her body reacting involuntarily to the sensual feelings.

As Chocolate’s hips found the rhythm of Mistress Choczie’s fingers, they pulled out, leaving the captive bunny yearning for more. Aside from a few residual muscle twitches her body settled down and she exhaled a sigh through her nose.

Again, Mistress Choczie pulled back to check on her young captive. Her warm smile was returned with a lusty one, and she leaned back in for another kiss.

Something hard pressed against Chocolate’s womanhood and her hips instinctively bucked against it. There was slight pressure, and then something long and cylindrical entered her. Deeper and deeper it was forced through her slick womanhood until it stopped against the entrance to her womb. She tried backing off of the unknown device, hoping to relieve some of the uncomfortable pressure, as well as to give her hips room to hump the device to her heart’s desire.

The pressure increased and she felt something warm and wet spurt inside her. At first she thought she had imagined the feeling; that her own juices were gushing around inside her, but as more and more of the liquid forced its way into her body she reconsidered that idea, along with a few others she had today.

Mistress Choczie pulled back from what seemed an eternal kiss, and the device was removed from inside her.

“Now then,” Mistress Choczie said, pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bound Chocolate. “You had many questions when you walked in, and probably have a lot more now. So would you like to ask them as they come to you, or would you prefer if I tell you everything in order?”

“I think…” Chocolate panted. “I think I’ll let you do the talking… while I hang here and catch my breath… Wow… That was some kiss…”

“Why thank you!” Her smile brightened at the complement. “Now, the Easter Bunny does exist and delivers sweets to all good little kittlings on Easter, however, even magical creatures like the Easter Bunny need some help. Thus, once every few generations, the Easter Bunny bestows a bit of his magic on an unborn kittling whom he deems special enough to be a worthy assistant in his mission of bringing joy to kittlings. These special bunnies gain the honorary title of ‘Easter bunny’, spelled in the lower-case mind you, and live in castles much like this around the world where they make the sweets the Easter Bunny delivers. And you, Miss Chocolate, or rather, ‘Miss Chocolate Easter bunny’, are one of the lucky chosen. Congratulations!”

“Um…well… thanks! I guess…” Chocolate blushed. “So, I must be a destined baker, I suppose…” Her neither-regions had started tingling midway through the elder bunny’s story. “So I’m guessing the kitchen where we make the sweets is next on the tour?”

Mistress Choczie stifled a laugh. “No, no, no dear Chocolate, you’re not a baker!”

“Then how do I…?” The tingling sensation had changed to a feeling like something inside her womb was leaving her body, her inner walls flexing on their own to push it out of her…

“Wait just a moment and I’ll show you…” Mistress Choczie stood and moved between Chocolate’s legs. Chocolate lost sight of the elder bunny over the twin mountains of her breasts and decided to lay back and try to figure out the strange uncomfortable feeling inside her. The flexing feeling increased in strength and she let out a small squeak of pain as whatever had been inside her made its exit.

Mistress Choczie gently cradled something in the palms of her hands as she approached the tired Chocolate. “Here, take a look!”

Chocolate opened her eyes and carefully accepted the object in her shaky hands, wondering briefly when her wrists had been released. The object reminded her of the chocolate-flavored eggs she received as a kittling, albeit a tad smaller than she remembered, being about the size of a clenched fist. Beautifully intricate carvings covered the light brown egg’s surface, and as she followed them around to the back of the egg they led to a portrait of a young doe that looked somehow familiar. It was difficult to tell bunnies apart from a monochromatic image, but there was something about her face, and those eyes, and the right ear, bent a few inches from the tip…

“This…is me…” Chocolate somehow forced the words out, looking to the smiling Mistress Choczie to make sense of things.

“Yes it is!” Mistress Choczie replied quite excitedly. “And it came from you. Your very first Easter Egg!”

“From my body…?” Chocolate weakly handed back the egg to the excited elder.

“Exactly!”

“Oh, that’s nice…” Chocolate squeaked meekly…

And promptly fainted.

*****

Chocolate awoke slowly, her eyes barely cracking open as the sensation of being in a warm, soft, comfortable bed wrapped her mind in layers of happiness and safety. She rolled to her side, nuzzling the just-right-softness pillow as she peeked open an eye to look around. Bright pink pillows and sheets surrounded her in a bit more softness than she was accustomed to. Midmorning sunlight filtered in through windows on the wall the bed’s headboard faced, illuminating intricate pastel murals that covered the wall she faced. Green grass lazily blew in an unseen breeze, curling around bright newly-bloomed flowers. Cutesy small animals danced in the rays of a yellow-red sun, all except for one brown and gray doe, sitting and patiently smiling while looking directly at Chocolate.

Somehow the idea poked into Chocolate’s brain that the doe didn’t quite fit into the mural. As she nudged aside the warm veil of sleep to try piecing together what exactly was wrong with the doe being in the mural, she blinked and cheerily said “Good morning!”

“’Morning…” Chocolate propped herself up, not bothering to cover her bare breasts since Mistress Choczie had already seen, and fondled, everything she had.

“Please don’t be cross with me for yesterday,” Mistress Choczie asked. She moved to the foot of the bed, closer to Chocolate, yet far enough away not to threaten the younger doe. “It is a bit much to ask anyone to understand at once.”

“I can’t argue with that. But what’s up with the…um…toy?”

“Oh that,” Mistress Choczie giggled, resting her hand on Chocolate’s sheet-covered ankle. “If I had told you Easter eggs came from the bodies of female Easter bunnies, you wouldn’t have believed me. While a tad embarrassing, a demonstration is usually much more effective than an explanation.”

“Well, I do believe you now,” Chocolate agreed. She found it very difficult to be angry while looking into Mistress Choczie’s youthful eyes and gentle smile. “But does this mean that since I’m an Easter bunny, I have to…um… repeat what happened yesterday?”

“No, no, no dear Chocolate!” The elder bunny gave her leg a reassuring pat. “Most female Easter bunnies choose to be with male Easter bunnies instead.”

“Male… Easter bunnies…?”

“Yes! Why, three live in this very castle.” She turned to the door. “Caramel! Big C! Raspberry! Come in and meet the newest Easter bunny; Chocolate!” The door popped open and three buck heads poked into the room.

“Um, hi guys!” Chocolate smiled sheepishly to the three pairs of eyes in the door. She was about to say something, looked down at her exposed breasts, looked back to the door…

And promptly fainted.

*****

Chocolate drifted in a sea of darkness. For the moment, floating in an empty dream made more sense than the waking world. Thoughts and memories floated around her, and she knew that with a bit of effort she could reach out and ‘touch’ any of them, but she lacked the desire to put forth that effort. Details of recent events lingered uncomfortably close, brushing ever so slightly against her. It wasn’t enough to recall anything specific, yet left her with twin snakes of confusion and discomfort crawling throughout her dream-body.

Something warm and comfortable brushed against her back, clinging softly as her mind eased at its presence. It reminded her of her papa, and immediately the memory of the way he held her kittling-self in his arms when she was sad came to the forefront of her awareness. His strong arms once again held her close and she felt his warmth against her…

“Papa…”

“Wake up, Chocolate…” A buck’s voice gently tugged at the fringes of her awareness. She felt the waking world approaching her dream-self. With a bit of effort she might have fought it off and continued to drift in nothingness, but that was asking more than she could give…

*****

Chocolate’s eyes cracked open to pink softness again, yet there was also something else dominating her limited view. Her eyes opened slightly more in an effort to aid her sleep-addled mind in identifying that something. It had light gold-brown fur, strong arms wrapped around her, a concerned look on its face, and two beautiful blue, caring eyes…

“I’m in a strange place…” Chocolate half-whispered sleepily. “With a strange man…”

“It’s ok,” the buck replied. “You’re safe here.” There was something in his voice that eased Chocolate. She felt no need to follow her doe instinct: tearing herself away from him and running as far from this castle as her legs would carry her.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” The young doe melted in the gentle gaze of those twin sapphire pools.

“Please… just hold me…” Her full awareness had returned, but she felt as weak at a newborn kittling, barely managing to snuggle up against the stranger’s chest. “Talk to me…”

“What would you like to know?”

“Who are you…? What’s your name…?”

“I’m Caramel,” he started, “an Easter bunny, like you. Several Springs ago I came to the Chocolateir’s Castle to find my special destiny and met Miss. Chocz.”

“Does the feeling… like the world’s turned upside down… ever go away?”

“It does take a while to get used to things,” he giggled a little, “but yes. Things will get better.”

“I feel… like I don’t know myself… my body anymore…” Chocolate sniffled away a tear.

“It’s ok.” Caramel caressed the young doe’s face with his free hand and lightly kissed her forehead. “Everything will be ok. I promise.”

For a long moment neither spoke, the doe nuzzling against Caramel’s warmth. Chocolate turned slowly until her eyes met Caramel’s. “I… know I lay chocolate-flavored Easter eggs. After mating with a male, that is…But…What else…?”

“I’ll show you, if you trust me.”

Chocolate had seen lust-filled looks in bucks back home all the time, but Caramel’s eyes shone with nothing but concern for her. She looked into his eyes again, then shakily reached for the edge of the bed sheet with her free arm, the one not wedged comfortably between herself and Caramel’s warm chest. Her hand grabbed the sheet’s edge and tugged the sheet off, uncovering herself to the waistline. She tried pulling it down more, managing to expose one of her hips, but the energy to do more wasn’t there.

“Be gentle, please…”

“I promise.” He kissed her cheek and she replied by lightly nuzzling against him.

Gently, Caramel’s free hand moved to one of the young doe’s breasts, cradling the soft flesh. He paused as she gasped at the intimate touch, waiting patiently until she nodded her consent, and then tenderly squeezed her aroused nipple between his fingers. It took a moment, but eventually a dark liquid leaked over his fingers.

Chocolate looked from Caramel’s wet fingers to his eyes, then back again as he brought his hand close to her lips. Deciding that things were already beyond her normal ‘weirdness threshold’, Chocolate licked some of the fluid, tasting both the buck and something tantalizingly familiar…

“It’s… chocolate-flavored milk?” He nodded in agreement. “Oh, ok… You may continue.”

Caramel’s hand moved down Chocolate’s body, sliding between her legs. Chocolate’s leg shakily moved to allow him better access to her womanhood and he paused to help her before resuming caressing outside her most intimate parts.

Warmth radiated from Chocolate’s womanhood, flowing throughout her body and wrapping her mind in the bliss of arousal. However, she felt the tingling of another common biological function below her waistline…

“Um… where’s the bathroom? I have to…meep!” She squeaked in surprise as two of his fingers entered her body. For a moment she basked in the pleasure of her body stretching comfortably around his fingers, then her face flushed and she scrambled to look at the bed sheets between her legs only to find… a rainbow of small roundish objects?

“What the…?” Chocolate stared dumbfounded at the strange sight between her legs. A waft of warm sugary-sweetness reached her nose…

“Jelly-beans…?” Caramel nodded. “I poop jelly-beans?!?”

“Um…” Caramel flushed a little. “Yea, that’s something all Easter bunnies do. We also all agree it’s more than a little embarrassing.”

Chocolate’s burst of embarrassment-inspired energy dissipated and she lay back against Caramel. He had pulled his fingers out of her when she jumped up and again he offered her his fingers, which she licked quickly.

“Chocolate-flavored syrup?” Again he nodded. “How fun… I lay chocolate eggs, lactate chocolate milk, cum chocolate syrup, poop jelly-beans, and I probably pee a delicious party drink to boot.” Her eyes met his. “I’m… I’m a walking candy shop!” It was too much, and she broke down sobbing against Caramel.

“It’s ok… It’s alright…” Caramel held Chocolate close, gently massaging her as she wept. Eventually the sobs lessened and the two snuggled quietly. It was Chocolate who chose to break the silence.

“So,” she began quietly, “what do the bodies of male Easter bunnies do?”

Caramel blushed a little. “Not as much as does do. We… cum the filling for the eggs the does lay.”

“Caramel…” Chocolate giggled a little. “I’d like a taste of that…” Their bodies, cuddled nice and intimately together, were positioned just right so Chocolate needed to move her leg very little to rub against his manhood, feeling his arousal in the typical male response. She caressed her way down his body with her free hand, a bit shakily, until her fingers reached his hard manhood. There she found a single sticky drip that she wiped off with her finger, bringing it to her lips and licking it off seductively. “Mmmm… Delicious!”

They giggled and pulled each other closer together, until Chocolate let out a sighed “I want my life back…”

“It’s not so bad. Just give it a little time.” Caramel nuzzled against her cheek. “Easter is a few weeks away. Stay until then, and then we’ll visit your hometown. If you still want to leave afterwards, you can go back to your old life.”

She turned, gazing into his eyes. “Really?”

“If that would make you happy, then yes. However, there won’t be another chocolate Easter bunny for a while.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Caramel lightly kissed Chocolate’s lips.

“I’ll stay, but only on one condition…”

“Yes?”

“Would you stay with me tonight?” Her eyes met his in a silent plea. “I don’t think I can handle waking up with strange people standing around me, in bed with me, or molesting my sensitive regions.”

“I will do anything and everything I possibly can for you.”

“Thanks,” she smiled and kissed him lightly. “You’re such a sweetheart…” As Chocolate closed her eyes she pulled herself up against Caramel’s chest. The buck drew the bed sheets over both of them and took one last look at the young doe before he joined her in the land of dreams.

*****

Caramel became Chocolate’s best friend and confidant as time went on. Chocolate spent her first few days at the castle almost exclusively with him, aside from the guided tour of the castle’s interior he gave that came with obligatory introductions to all of the castle’s occupants.

Miss. Chocz had greeted the pair warmly when they visited her room, and again offered apologies to the young doe. Fearing what the elder doe might do to her, Chocolate had refused to go in without Caramel present. As their conversation went on Chocolate became more and more at ease around Miss. Chocz, and had even embraced and forgiven her when the pair left to continue their tour.

Big C and Raspberry, the other male Easter bunnies in the castle, initially made the castle’s newest occupant quite nervous. Aside from Miss. Chocz, no one wore clothes at the castle. Since both Miss. Chocz and Caramel had seen her in the nude before, Chocolate didn’t think twice before starting a nude tour, but surprisingly the bucks had behaved better than most of the clothed males she had met. They attentively listened and conversed with her, never once trying to grab her or feel her up while she visited. While any other male would have been foaming like a rabid squirrel at the thought that they would mate with her, Big C and Raspberry presented it as a fact of their lives. They had even asked her how she felt about mating with them. When it was time to continue touring, it was Chocolate who asked for an embrace and even kissed each of them lightly, promising she would be open-minded about the idea of mating with multiple bucks, in exchange for some time to get used to the idea.

Dark Chocolate and White Chocolate, her ‘sister’ Easter bunnies, greeted Chocolate as if she was a relative they had not seen in many Springs. Caramel still accompanied Chocolate, but after receiving greeting hugs and affectionate kisses from the does, and a quick groping from Dark Chocolate, they asked him politely to leave so they could have some ‘girl talk’. After receiving Chocolate’s consent on the idea he left the trio, assuring Chocolate he would wait in her room for her. Not to be outdone by her unofficial sisters, Chocolate also gave him a hug before he left, along with a slightly more passionate kiss than her sisters had.

The does shared tales of their lives before coming to the castle, along with their initial reactions once they reached their 19th Spring and moved in. All three stories resonated with feelings of embarrassment, confusion, and disbelief. Yet Chocolate had fainted more than the other two. Her sisters had a laugh at her story, then lovingly held and assured her that if she ever needed anything, they would be there for her. They even shared secrets with Chocolate about the male Easter bunnies, including ways to increase both her pleasure and theirs during mating. It had taken both of Chocolate’s new sisters a while to get used to not only the idea of mating with multiple bucks, but also having to share those same bucks with other women living under the same roof. What seemed strange to Chocolate was when they claimed to enjoy the device that Miss. Chocz had used on Chocolate, even having specially made versions in their rooms. As the sun set outside Chocolate embraced her sisters and bid them goodnight, then returned their earlier remarks that, if they ever needed anything, she would be there for them.

With the tour completed, Chocolate returned to her room and one of her three buck mates, a concept she was getting more used to as her time in the castle went on.

*****

Caramel was, without a doubt, the most amazing buck Chocolate had, or ever would, mate with in her life. Their first time mating he had spent what felt like hours exploring Chocolate’s body with his hands and mouth, tenderly discovering her most sensitive parts, and how to give them the most pleasure. When he finally laid her down and entered her she had felt no pain, despite him being larger than any other males she had been with before coming to the castle. Inside her, Caramel continued his exploration of Chocolate’s body, wrapping her mind in a sea of pleasure as she climaxed more times than she could recall afterwards. Eventually, he too climaxed, gushing his warm, sweet fluid inside her. After he pulled out, he nuzzled and massaged Chocolate as the result of their mating emerged from her body. Together they inspected the egg, until Caramel brought it to a padded tray on one of the walls.

Chocolate found that the more she mated, the easier it became to lay her chocolate eggs, and eventually the initial pain and discomfort had been replaced with the pleasure of her womanhood stretching comfortably around the sweets.

Morning came, Chocolate’s eyes peeking open to sunlight illuminating her room. Alertness came slowly, recollections of falling asleep in Caramel’s arms at the top of her mind, but something else tickled her fancy… She almost thought she heard a melody playing softly… With a little effort she rolled over, a bit surprised Caramel wasn’t behind her, but even more surprised at where he was, and what he was doing.

At the foot of the bed sat Caramel, eyes closed as he softly played a flute. Chocolate thought of saying something, but held back to listen. It was a soothing tone, nearly lulling the young doe back to sleep as the warmth of the notes wrapped around her as snugly as its owner’s arms had the night before. The tune continued, and eventually Chocolate found herself humming along as she recognized repeating patterns of interludes. Caramel’s eyes poked open, sending a quick smile to Chocolate and bringing the tune up to a more normal volume without skipping a beat. Together they finished the melody, the young doe sneaking up behind him and wrapping her arms around his chest, her head poking over his shoulder.

“That was very beautiful,” she kissed his cheek lightly. “Where did you learn to play the flute?”

“My mother taught me how to play,” he nuzzled his cheek against hers, “but I come up with my own tunes in my spare time… Sorry if I woke you up…”

“I woke up on my own, but the symphony was a very wonderful treat.” With a giggle she kissed him again, their lips meeting lightly.

They spent a good deal of time together those first few days mating, talking, and listening to Caramel’s flute playing. His tunes had an almost magical effect of drawing emotions from the listener, happy ones bringing euphoria, sad ones drawing forth tears, and lullabies removing the will to stay awake. The romantic tunes, Chocolate’s favorites, absolutely melted her heart and set her entire body afire with passionate desire so great that Caramel often never finished the tunes, the young doe tackling him into bed for a lusty, passionate mating.

One night, as she lay beside the sleeping Caramel after a long day of mating, she found herself pondering her time with him and how much he had done for her. By this time she had mated with all the bucks and befriended everyone in the castle, but Caramel hands-down had done the most for her, gone the farthest out of his way for her, and been the most understanding friend she had in her short life.

Unknown hours passed as she pondered how she could show her gratitude to the buck, until her eyes became heavy with sleep and she dozed off, her final thought being to visit Miss. Chocz in the morning. The elder doe, in her usual joyful manner, was ecstatic that the young Chocolate had taken a shine to her life in the castle as well as Caramel. She cheerily reminded Chocolate about the other bucks in the castle, and then gave Chocolate a positively delicious suggestion.

Later that day Chocolate asked Caramel to mate with her, nearly tackling him into bed and taking a dominant position on top of him. They snuggled passionately, and then Chocolate mounted Caramel, riding him from an upright position. Inner muscles worked in ways Chocolate knew would please the buck, a smile of satisfaction crossing her face as she saw the ecstasy in his features. Not to be outdone, he reached up and massaged her breasts, eliciting moans of pleasure from the doe that almost made her forget her special gift. In a special twist of fate, both bunnies came at almost the same time, their pleasure heightened by each other’s release.

“That… was amazing…” Chocolate leaned in and kissed Caramel tenderly.

“You… were the amazing one…” Caramel panted, massaging Chocolate’s back as her held her close.

“Thanks!” She felt the familiar tingle starting deep inside her. She’d have to work fast… “Hey, would you… lift your legs up for a second?”

Chocolate lifted herself off the confused Caramel, directing his willing legs into an arch and reclining onto them, a puddle of her juices forming on the buck’s abs. She massaged his legs, smiling down at him mischievously.

“Am I comfy for you, dear Chocolate?” In response he massaged her hips, a move that had initially helped ease the discomfort Chocolate felt while laying Easter eggs.

The doe only giggled in reply as her newest egg emerged. “Would you take a close look at this one?”

“Ok…” Gingerly he cradled their egg in his hands, intently looking over the intricately detailed surface. As he turned it over he saw a portrait of a buck and a doe lovingly embraced. Interestingly, the tip of the doe’s right ear was bent a few inches from the tip… He saw a bit of something above the portrait and moved his fingers away from the flowing line, revealing a line of beautifully written text:

“Chocolate Loves Caramel”

As he looked up at the woman that had created the intimate masterpiece he held she leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly. “Miss. Chocz said it would be alright if we shared just one, so I thought I’d make it a special one.”

Their eyes met, and Caramel gently cupped Chocolate’s cheek with his free hand. “I love you too, Chocolate.”

“You’re supposed to say that after I say ‘I love you’,” Chocolate giggled, “and boy do I love you!” She kissed him sloppily and passionately.

“We… can’t exclusively be with each other.” Caramel commented, a bit sadly. “It’s not really allowed…”

“But we can love each other,” Chocolate countered playfully, nuzzling against his warm chest. “Miss. Chocz showed me the exact line in her ‘official Easter bunny rule book’.”

“Well then, who am I to argue with the rules?” The lovers shared a laugh and enjoyed sharing the fruit of their love, even though a large part of the filling ended up spilled on their bodies. However, they seemed to enjoy licking it off each other a bit more than the sweet itself.

*****

Big C was the largest of the bucks at the castle, taller than Caramel and Chocolate by half a head and heavily muscled. Big C’s original name had been ‘Chocolate’, as his mother had been one of the very few privy to the secret that her child was to be an Easter bunny and had preemptively chosen the name, expecting a female. His cum was in fact chocolate-flavored, as the doe Chocolate had discovered, and his fur was barely a shade darker than hers, but he was officially known as ‘Big C’, as any names including ‘Chocolate’ in them were strictly limited to female Easter bunnies. “Besides,” he had reasoned, “‘Big C’ sounds a lot more macho.”

Out of politeness the male Easter bunnies usually mated with the female Easter bunnies in the doe’s room. Chocolate had picked up on this trend herself, confirming with her sisters later. So it was no surprise that when she met Big C in a hallway and playfully agreed to mate with him he took her back to her room. She hadn’t anticipated that he would sweep her off her feet and carry her there cradled in his arms, but once the initial surprise wore off she found the experience quite enjoyable, and even nuzzled against his muscled chest.

Inside her room he lay her down and kissed her cheek lightly. With surprising skill and tenderness his hands caressed their way down her body, eliciting moans of pleasure from the young doe. With the full-body massage finished he laid himself over her, nuzzling his check against hers as he held her close. Before now Chocolate would not have thought it possible to describe an embrace as both strong and tender, but the gentle giant atop her proved otherwise. When he pulled back Chocolate leaned up and kissed him tenderly, much to his surprise and their mutual delight.

Big C’s height and muscles weren’t the only things that lived up to his large nickname, as Chocolate soon discovered. Ever so slowly he entered her moist womanhood, delving deep into her young body. Chocolate, panting and grinding her hips against him, found his manhood larger than even the toy Miss. Chocz had used on her, but felt much more comfortable inside her than the lifeless device.

“How are you holding up?” he had asked, pausing midway inside her.

“I’m ok,” she panted. Throwing him a sexy smile she rotated her hips, flexing her inner muscles around him and getting a satisfied moan in reply.

His full length inside her, Big C laid himself over her and again embraced her, the pair kissing affectionately as Chocolate’s body adjusted. Eventually they pulled back, their eyes meeting. The young doe nodded slightly, and Big C sat up, beginning long, slow thrusts into her. Despite her sensitive womanhood being stretched more than it ever had, Chocolate felt only mildly uncomfortable, something she attributed to her long hours spent with Caramel, and the many Easter eggs she had laid as a result.

As the doe felt the beginnings of her climax Big C came inside her, gushing a torrent of fluid that launched her across the bed and into a pile of soft pillows a half body-length away from him. Uninjured, her gaze followed the sticky trail of fluid leading from her womanhood to his still-throbbing manhood, then up to his bewildered face. She giggled, watching his face turn bright red as he fumbled for something to say.

Chocolate sat up and reached between her legs, seductively wiping away some of his fluid that dripped from her womanhood and making a show of running a gooey finger all the way up her body, over a breast, and ending in her mouth. “Mmmm…Yummy….”

Embarrassment melted like snow on a warm day, and the gentle giant gave a laugh at her display. They embraced, the buck licking some of the fluid from her cheek before kissing her affectionately.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized, flushing a little. “I’ll have to hold on better next time…”

Chocolate giggled, “That was one heck of a ride though!” She reached between his legs, feeling him getting ready for another round.

After that, when Chocolate took a dominant position during their mating, Big C would hold onto her hips when he climaxed. When Big C was in the dominant position, Chocolate would wrap her legs around his muscular midsection, locking her ankles behind him as he filled her to overflowing.

And fill her he did. Chocolate gasped in amazement at how the pressure built inside her as he climaxed, entering and filling her womb to the point that when she rubbed her hand over her midsection she felt a lump that reminded her of how pregnant does back home looked in their early months. The doe found the sensation a unique mix of not-quite painful stretching, the warmth of buck seed flowing into her, and the pleasure of her inner muscles contracting around his throbbing manhood.

As Big C pulled out after their first womb-filling mating he kissed the panting Chocolate lightly on the cheek. He continued kissing down her body, stopping at her swollen midsection to lightly nuzzle her while massaging her hips. Chocolate reached down, hugging his head against her womb while running her fingers through his fur. At Chocolate’s gentle insistence he had pulled back as she laid not one, but three chocolate eggs, a feat the doe found quite amazing. Her womb quickly returned to its normal size, leaving Chocolate feeling nothing but her afterglow as she stretched out on Big C’s chest and fell asleep, his arms wrapped comfortably around her.

In the morning Big C showed Chocolate around the castle’s exterior, reassuring her that the castle was located far enough away from any towns that no one would see them walking around in the nude. Big C knew all the types of flowers and trees in the area surrounding the castle, most of which he had planted himself. Chocolate was simply amazed at his floral arrangements of the brightest reds, blues, and yellows on a bed of green. When seen from several paces away they formed simplistic images of animals, Easter eggs, and even a sun to shine on the rest.

“They’re… beautiful!” Chocolate stood in awe as Big C beamed at his accomplishment. “You’re a wonderful gardener!”

“Why thank you,” he replied a bit sheepishly. “I do have one last thing I would like to show you outside the castle’s walls. It’s a bit of a surprise, so would you close your eyes?” Chocolate closed her eyes in agreement, meeping in surprise as he swept her off her feet into his arms again. For a long time he walked, Chocolate sensing them gradually making their way uphill as she half-dozed against his chest. Just as she felt the gates to the dream world opening before her Big C stopped, proclaiming “we’re here.”

Chocolate’s eyes opened to a new world. They were high up a hill on a flat rock larger than the castle was wide, a virtual dust-covered arena. While the stone was amazing in itself, the scenery below it was breathtaking. Before Chocolate stretched more of the world than she had seen in her life. The Chocolateir’s Castle was a small white pebble surrounded by greens, reds, blues, and yellows. Meadows, hills, mountains and even tiny villages many days’ walk from the castle stretched out before the stunned doe.

“Sometimes,” Big C began wistfully, “I come up here in the morning. I find the view relaxing and helps clear my thoughts, and this stone is perfect for my exercises.”

“It’s quite breathtaking.” Chocolate replied, nuzzling against him. “Would you mind… if I joined you sometime?”

The gentle giant looked down into the young doe’s eyes and smiled. “I would enjoy that very much.” The two kissed passionately, and then spent the morning enjoying the view and each other’s company.

*****

Raspberry was the smallest of the bucks at the castle, about half a head shorter than Chocolate. She had been surprised when she first mated with him that his fur was light pink. In the midst of all the new things Chocolate was finding out in her first few days at the castle, a pink-furred male Easter bunny had not raised more than the mental equivalent of a shrug for her. She had all but forgotten that fact as she mated with Caramel and Big C, only remembering when she met Raspberry again.

It was morning, and Chocolate awoke to the sun filling her room. She stretched lazily, giggling as she recalled the previous day’s activities and noting that she was getting comfortable with the new routine of her life. There was a knock at her door, a common courtesy she found refreshing at the castle, and she bid the person outside to enter. She noted her breasts were uncovered and smiled, thinking how a week ago she would have balked at the idea of having an unknown person enter the room to find her breasts bared and on display.

“Good morning! Have I arrived at a bad time?” Raspberry’s pink-furred head poked into the room. “I can come back later…”

“No, it’s alright. I just woke up.” Chocolate crossed her arms behind her head. “Come on in!”

Cautiously the buck entered the room, closing the door and taking a seat at the foot of the bed with a barely visible twitch in his step. “So…um…” he squeaked nervously, searching for something to say. “Did you sleep well?”

“Why yes I did!” Seeing his discomfort Chocolate replied cheerily. She leaned forward, resting her head in a hand and taking a good look at Raspberry. “Did you?”

“Yea…” His right leg had starting twitching, shaking the bed slightly. “Oh! Did I say ‘good morning’? I forgot if I did…”

“You did,” Chocolate giggled, “and good morning to you!”

Raspberry giggled along with the doe. The room quieted and his gaze went around the room, occasionally stopping on the young doe as he began to say something, paused, and continued looking around the room. When Chocolate was certain he must have memorized every stroke of paint on the facing wall she got up, crawling along the bed towards him. As she came within half a body length of Raspberry he quickly said “would you mate with… um…meep!” He had started the question facing the wall and turned toward where he thought she was laying, his question cut off abruptly as his eyes met hers much closer than he expected.

They had both jumped in surprise, but Chocolate recovered faster, the buck twitching more nervously than before. In an effort to calm the twitchy male Chocolate swung her legs over the edge of the bed, mimicking his pose an arm’s length away.

“Are you ok?” Chocolate asked. “I promise I don’t bite.”

“I’m fine… err… I’m ok… I mean, yes!” The answers poured out like water from a flooded river. His gaze hovered around some imaginary item on the floor between his feet. “I’m not… all that good with people, just me and someone else, I mean.”

“You weren’t nervous when Caramel was showing me around.” Chocolate prodded gently.

“Well, the guys were there and I’ve been around them since I came here two Springs ago, even though Big C is much bigger than me and Caramel has much more skill when talking to women…” His voice dropped as he continued, “I’m just a small pink-furred male Easter bunny…”

“That’s not so bad…” Chocolate consoled.

“Tell that to the does in my hometown.” He sniffled, and then shyly turned to Chocolate. “Being shorter than women is one thing, being pink-furred is another.”

“Well I think you’re cute.” Chocolate offered her hand, throwing him her friendliest smile. “Dear Raspberry, I would be very happy to mate with you, if you still want to.”

The pink-furred male Easter bunny looked from Chocolate’s eyes to her hand and back. Finally, he took her hand in his shaky one, returning her smile.

For a while the pair silently snuggled, the doe hugging Raspberry’s head against her chest. Gradually the buck’s twitching subsided and he began nuzzling Chocolate’s ample bosom, the doe letting out gasps of pleasure as his lips and tongue found a sensitive nipple. Chocolate was amazed at his skill, and a positively delicious idea popped into her head that she was certain they would both enjoy.

“Hey,” she whispered into his ear, “want to try something fun?”

“Like what?” He pulled back, meeting her alluring gaze.

“I’ll show you…” She kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.

With a little prompting Chocolate had Raspberry lying in her bed. She positioned herself on top of him, albeit inverted.

“Use your mouth, and I’ll use mine.”

“What? I don’t… oh…” Raspberry’s protest disappeared as Chocolate’s mouth covered his manhood, her tongue wrapping around him. She moaned around him, feeling the vibrations move through his body as he gasped in ecstasy. But something wasn’t quite right…

“Don’t forget about me!” She pulled back and teased playfully, waggling her butt before him.

“Oh, um… sorry…” His lips pressed against her womanhood and his tongue delved deep into her body as she returned her attention to his manhood. Again she marveled at the skill Raspberry had with his tongue, finding it difficult to hold herself up as waves of pleasure surged throughout her body. Just as she was about to pass out from her own pleasure she felt his release, waiting to pull back until he finished.

She swallowed the sweet stuff, turning herself around on top of Raspberry, “you, my friend, are delicious.”

“Thanks! I think… I mean…”

Chocolate put a finger on Raspberry’s lips. “Don’t worry so much,” she giggled. “Be confident in yourself. I think you’re a very attractive buck, and I think we could have some fun together if you wanted to.”

Their eyes met, and to Chocolate’s delight Raspberry leaned up to meet her lips in a long, deep kiss.

They had mated throughout the morning, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms. As Chocolate stretched herself awake to mid-afternoon sunlight she spotted Raspberry hop down from the bed and give his own wake-up stretch. “Where you headed?” she asked, keeping her voice as friendly as she could.

“I… have a hobby I like to do in my free time,” Raspberry replied looking back.

“May I join you?”

“Yes,” he replied as a smile appeared on his features. “I would like that.”

With the excitement of a schoolboy Raspberry led Chocolate to an all-but-forgotten room in the castle’s attic. Wood shavings as well as logs littered the room, but the mess was easily overlooked by the doe when she saw what else filled the room.

Carved wood sculptures were everywhere. Small animals and people in a myriad of poses and expressions covered shelves on all four walls, sculpted from full logs to small scraps with very little wasted except shavings. Someone could spend a full day in this room, Chocolate imagined, and not see all of these. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, she sat down on a log, crossing her legs as she looked around.

“Chocolate,” Raspberry blurted excitedly, “don’t move for a few moments.” The doe held perfectly still as the eager buck took a slow walk around her, his eyes taking in every detail of her body. His exam finished, he grabbed a fist-size scrap of wood and a small metal tool. As he quickly carved the block Chocolate remained silent, smiling at him when his eyes looked up to check some minor detail. It took less time than she had imagined, and before she knew it she held a miniature of herself perfect down to the spot where her ear was bent.

“This is beautiful…” Chocolate gasped, looking over the miniature.

“Awww, thanks…” Raspberry blushed. “I’ve made one for each of the people living in the castle…” He indicated toward the center of the room, where an intricately-detailed table sat. Taking a closer look Chocolate found figures on the table of everyone she had met in the castle, even including a figure of Miss. Chocz in her favorite dress. Only Chocolate was missing, the figure in her hand completing the set. Oddly, she noticed a nude doe figure on the floor, but dismissed the possibility of it being her as the ears and proportions were wrong.

“Here you go mini-Chocolate,” the doe went to add her miniature to the others, only to find Raspberry’s hands covering hers and the miniature.

“Please keep this one,” Raspberry’s eyes met hers, “as a thank-you for being so kind to me… I can always make another later.”

“You’re a very kind, sweet person, Raspberry.” Their lips met midway between them in a long, deep kiss. Raspberry did eventually remake Chocolate’s miniature, but the original always had a special place in Chocolate’s room, as well as her heart.

*****

Dark Chocolate was the largest person in the castle, towering over a head taller than Chocolate. She had jet-black fur, massive bosoms, and enough muscles to make the outcome in a wrestling match between herself and Big C a matter of luck. So it was no surprise to Chocolate that when she visited her sister, after knocking and politely waiting to be invited in, the larger doe was working out. She held onto a long metal pole weighed down at the ends by stones that Chocolate imagined weighed more than her.

“Chocolate dahling!” Dark Chocolate placed the massive piece of equipment on the rack it had come from, fussing her long white hair into some semblance of order as she greeted her guest. Chocolate could only stare at the amazing display of equipment accumulated in the room. Boxing gloves, wooden swords, weights of every shape and size, as well a host of other exercise equipment the young doe had seen in passing, or not at all, filled Dark Chocolate’s room from floor to ceiling. The young doe took it all in during the moment it took to enter the room, her host snapping her from the temporary daze, “It is good to see you again!”

“How are you doing, Dark Chocolate?”

“Da! My friends call me Darkelle, and we are practically sisters!” The larger doe held out her arms, smiling warmly.

Chocolate couldn’t help but let out a giggle at how friendly her bodybuilder sister was. “Well then,” she embraced Darkelle, “how are you doing, sister Darkelle?”

The larger doe returned the laugh and the embrace. “I am doing quite well dahling!” Separating, the pair sat on the edge of Darkelle’s bed. “Are you feeling better about living here?”

“Oh, much better. The bucks are so polite and wonderful. I was worried at first that they’d treat me like some kind of mating toy, but they’re sweet, caring people.”

“Da. All does feel that way when they come here,” Darkelle wrapped her arm around Chocolate’s shoulder. “I am glad you are open-minded enough to get to know them! So,” she looked slyly into Chocolate’s eyes. “Who’s your favorite?”

“Caramel!” The young doe felt her cheeks flush. “I just melt in those eyes. And the way we mate, the things he does with his hands…”

“Dahling!” Darkelle laughed. “You are getting positively turned on just from thinking about him!” Chocolate looked down at her nipples, blushing as they perked up.

“Oh, um… I’m sorry if I’m keeping him all to myself.”

“Da! No worries dahling!” Darkelle pulled Chocolate in close, nuzzling the younger doe against her chest. “I am happy you found a special man and are happy here! Compared to that, I don’t mind missing Caramel as much. Just fill me in on all the juicy secrets, Chocolate dahling. I love a good, hot story!”

The two shared a giggle of delight.

“Chocolate,” Darkelle started as their laughter died down. “How do you feel about does? About sharing pleasure with one?”

Chocolate pondered for a moment. “Well, I did have some girlfriends back in my hometown, but we never did anything like that… But then again, I’ve done a lot of things with bucks here that I would never have thought of doing back home.” She threw her sister a smile. “What do you have in mind?”

Darkelle smiled brightly. “Da! I like you, dahling! I wish the people back North in my hometown were as open-minded! First off, I’m curious about your taste…” The larger doe gently cradled one of Chocolate’s breasts in her hand, kneading the soft flesh as her lips closed over the young doe’s nipple.

“Hey! That tickles!” Chocolate giggled, running her fingers through Darkelle’s thick mane and massaging her scalp as the larger doe drank from her.

“Mmmm… Delicious!” Darkelle pulled back, licking her lips seductively.

“Do I get a taste?” It took both of Chocolate’s hands to wrap around one of Darkelle’s massive mammaries. Slowly she teased the aroused nipple with her tongue, finally kissing it deeply as she drank her sister’s bitter-sweet fluid.

Finished, the young doe pulled back, meeting the larger doe’s brown eyes. The pair gazed into each other’s souls, slowly leaning in until their lips met in a long-lasting kiss.

“Da! You’re getting into this quick!” Darkelle gasped as they pulled back. “Dahling, would you like to join me? I find nothing is better after a good workout than something big and thick between my legs…” The bodybuilding doe stood, disentangling herself from Chocolate, and approached a shelf full of different sized stone cylinders, all polished to mirror-smoothness. She selected one of the largest ones, as big around as both of Chocolate’s hands clenched together and longer than her arm, and screwed it into what Chocolate assumed was a workout bench.

“Oh my…” the young doe nearly fainted when she realized what the device was. “I don’t think I can….wow…I’d be torn in half…”

Darkelle turned, looking from Chocolate to the toy and back, and let out a hearty laugh. “Dahling! I would never do that to you! I promise I’ll find one that fits you just right.” She draped her arm around Chocolate’s shoulder as she sat next to her. The larger doe’s hand slid between the younger doe’s legs, meeting less resistance as Chocolate spread her legs to give better access to her womanhood.

Darkelle’s fingers gently probed outside Chocolate’s womanhood, waiting for her to moisten enough. One finger slid in, and then two. With practiced eased the bodybuilder doe felt her way around inside the gasping Chocolate, gently stretching her inner walls. Her probing complete, Darkelle went back to her shelf and looked around carefully, finally deciding on a toy that she attached to the workout bench half and arm’s length away from hers.

With a sigh of pleasure Darkelle stood above her massive toy, fingers spreading her womanhood as the rounded tip entered her. Chocolate could only stare in amazement as, inch by inch, the stone toy disappeared into the moaning doe until her butt sat comfortably on the bench.

“Dahling…” Darkelle sighed, offering her hand. “Would you… join me?”

Chocolate pondered for a moment, thinking about her experience with Miss. Chocz when she first arrived at the castle. However, her fears melted away when she looked into Darkelle’s soft eyes. She took the larger doe’s hand and let herself be directed onto the stone device, her back resting against Darkelle as she felt her insides stretch comfortably around the toy.

“How… do you feel, dahling?”

“I… it feels so good…” Chocolate gasped, leaning back into Darkelle’s arms. “So comfortable…inside…”

Darkelle wrapped her arms snuggly around Chocolate, the younger doe’s bosoms resting comfortably on her sister’s ropy muscles. Slowly at first, the bodybuilding doe stood a few inches, lifting the smaller doe with her, and then lowered them both onto their devices. They quickly found a rhythm in the repeated humping, increasing their pace as they moaned in ecstasy. Chocolate’s head leaned back over Darkelle’s shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure as Darkelle nuzzled and kissed her exposed neck.

Together the pair felt the approaching crescendo, their moans and gasps peaking as they climaxed together around the stone toys. Midway through, Chocolate felt the familiar sensation of fluid being forced into her through the device, yet felt much better than before as she knew what it signaled.

Finished, the pair pulled free.

“Da. Let’s lie down in bed and do our ‘women’s work.’” Darkelle indicated toward the bed.

“A woman’s work is never done!” Chocolate replied, eliciting a shared laugh as they nuzzled on the soft sheets. Chocolate felt the familiar tingle inside her womb, followed by the no-longer-painful stretching as her newest Easter egg emerged. She waited a moment, catching her breath, and then brought her egg to a tray on one of the walls as she had seen the bucks do after mating with her.

Returning to bed Chocolate’s gaze fell between Darkelle’s legs as a second Easter egg emerged. Second? Her gaze quickly shifted to her sister’s swollen midsection as a third emerged, followed by a forth. With a sigh of relief a sixth emerged, the exhausted doe’s midsection returning to normal.

“Wow…” Chocolate gasped, leaning over Darkelle. “You ok?”

“Da,” Darkelle replied, meeting her eyes with a smile. “I like a nice, full feeling every once in a while. Would you…?” The young doe caught her meaning, taking the armful of Easter eggs to the tray. “Thanks...”

Checking for any more eggs Chocolate looked between her sister’s legs, an idea forming for something that she could only do with another doe.

“Darkelle…”

“Da?” The bodybuilder doe poked an eye open, looking down her body at Chocolate.

“I have an idea,” Chocolate smiled mischievously, “for something fun we could do together…” She moved Darkelle’s legs into position, the larger doe willing them to move as Chocolate directed. With a smile Chocolate laid down in the bed between Darkelle’s raised and splayed legs, her neither regions pointing at Darkelle’s, and gently pressed her womanhood against her sister’s.

Slowly Chocolate ground her hips, Darkelle gasping in surprised pleasure as their sensitive neither regions rubbed together. Chocolate giggled in delight, picking up the pace as her sister started bucking her hips too. Another idea came to the young doe and she stopped, letting her sister do the work as she ran her feet along the bodybuilder’s massive breasts, teasing the larger doe’s aroused nipples between her toes.

Darkelle’s moans increased, her hips grinding furiously as both women climaxed, their juices mixing between them. For several longs breaths neither doe moved, both exhausted from their shared fun. Eventually Chocolate found the strength to crawl beside Darkelle, her sister rolling on her side to meet her eyes.

“Dahling,” Darkelle gasped, running a hand through Chocolate’s hair. “I’ve never had so much fun with another doe before…”

“Same here…” Chocolate’s hand caressed its way down Darkelle’s side.

“Back North in my hometown we have a word, ‘rusamitha’, that loosely means ‘a special friend close to one’s heart’.” Darkelle looked into Chocolate’s eyes. “I’ve never used it before now, rusamitha Chocolate.”

Chocolate smiled. “I know how you feel, rusamitha Darkelle. I’d like to hang out with you more… Um, did I pronounce that right?”

Darkelle laughed, “perfectly dahling! And I would very much enjoy that! I can teach you yoga, if you’re interested.”

“What’s yoga?”

“Stretches dahling! Da, I can show you ways to move your body that will have the bucks begging for more!”

Chocolate licked her lips, “oooo… yum!”

“Big C and I work out on the plateau he found on most good afternoons, if we’re not busy. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you were to join us for some aerobics.”

“Just so long as I don’t end up in a wrestling ring with either of you…” The young doe’s nose twitched nervously as the thought of herself wrestling either of the giants popped into her brain, with non-too-pretty results.

With a smile and a giggle Darkelle pulled Chocolate in close. “You are funny dahling! We wouldn’t do that to you, but we could use a referee, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Chocolate smiled brightly, and then fell asleep comfortably nuzzled in her friend’s strong, gentle arms.

*****

White Chocolate, the castle’s resident ex-nun with snow-white fur, often split her free time between devotion to her faith and helping the castle’s other occupants. From the neck down she was completely nude like the rest of the castle’s occupants, yet still wore the veil from her convent cut down to neck-length, her face framed by the blue and white fabric. In Chocolate’s life, all the nuns she had met tended to be very serious and uptight, so she was surprised when White Chocolate opened her door to greet her with a smile.

“Sister Chocolate! Welcome to my humble abode! Come, sit with me.”

“Why thank you, White Chocolate!” Sitting on the edge of the ex-nun’s almost-too-white bed they shared an embrace.

Chocolate had never seen the inside of a nun’s room before, but the rows of tomes filling an entire wall of shelves seemed appropriate. Most were in the traditional Lapine that Chocolate knew, while others were in an older style of Lapine, all but forgotten in her hometown. Yet even more were written in languages Chocolate couldn’t identify, their bindings frayed and pages yellowed with age. From what the young doe could tell her ex-nun sister took immaculate care of the collection, not even a speck of dust was visible anywhere near the precious volumes. On the opposite wall, the one on which the majority of sunlight would fall Chocolate noted, sat piles and piles of blank paper next to bottles of paint, streaks of their contents dried in dribbles down the sides. Several shelves appeared empty, the rolled edges of freshly-painted sheets drying the only visible contents.

“Sister Chocolate,” White Chocolate began, a hint of sadness in her eyes, “I may not be in the convent anymore, but I would like if you would call me ‘Sister White’, like my nun friends did.”

“Not a problem, Sister White,” Chocolate threw a friendly smile. “I didn’t know you missed your old life so much…”

“I do miss my fellow Sisters now and then,” Sister White replied, returning the smile. “But it lifts my spirit remembering that I’m living the special destiny the All-Mother chose for me. Now, Sister Chocolate, what brings you here on this glorious day?”

“Nothing in particular. I was walking by and thought I’d stop in to say hello.”

“Are you adjusting alright?”

“Oh yes!” Chocolate replied excitedly. “The bucks are… I mean…” The young doe blushed. “I wasn’t entirely here to just say hi. I was wondering… Well, you’re a nun and an Easter bunny…”

Sister White blinked, and then fell backwards onto the bed laughing. “Yes, I am an Easter bunny and I do still believe in my faith, but the All-Mother has chosen a path for me that involves laying with bucks for a noble, higher purpose. Besides…” she sat up, looking into Chocolate’s eyes, “I enjoy being with the bucks here!”

Chocolate’s embarrassment evaporated as she barely contained her own laughter. “They are quite wonderful!”

“You are quite fun to talk with, Sister Chocolate! If you have the time, would you like one of my special full-body massages while we chat?”

“Sure! If it isn’t too much trouble.”

Sister White quickly rearranged her bed, removing all the pillows except for one that she placed lengthwise in the middle. With a wink and a smile she directed Chocolate facedown onto the lone pillow.

“Now, Sister Chocolate,” Sister White began while gathering her massage oils. “I am an expert at massaging, but you have to stay still to get the full benefit.”

The young doe turned her head, nuzzled comfortably in her arms, to the ex-nun. “Um, I tend to giggle when rubbed in certain places…”

“I do have some restraints,” Sister White displayed a handful of leather straps, “if it would help. Some people are a bit ticklish, but they all agree it’s worth it.”

“Meep!” The young doe’s eyes widened, her tail twitching. “Well, um… The last time I was tied down to something I ended up with something big stuffed into me and I laid an egg…”

“Dear Sister Chocolate,” putting down her accumulated items the ex-nun sat next to Chocolate, cradling the younger doe’s face in her hands as their eyes met. “I promise, before the All-Mother, that I won’t do anything to you without your consent.”

“I…” Looking into those twin pools of crimson filled with caring sincerity, Chocolate melted. “I trust you, Sister White.” The ex-nun replied with a kind smile and kissed Chocolate’s forehead lightly. A moment later she had Chocolate splayed facedown on the bed, tying her wrists and ankles to the bed with surprisingly comfortable leather straps.

Again the ex-nun went to her oils, filling her palms with a mixture from several bottles that smelled of fresh grass and dandelions. Rubbing her hands together she sat beside Chocolate, her fingers starting gently on the bound doe’s neck.

“So…” Chocolate started, Sister White’s fingers massaging down to her shoulders. “How did you become a nun?”

“In my hometown, it is considered a bad omen to be born with red eyes and white fur, so my parents brought me to the convent, hoping a life in the hands of the All-Mother would ward off evil.” Her hands made their way to Chocolate’s shoulders, eliciting gasps of surprised delight as fingers caressed muscles in ways the young doe hadn’t felt before.

“Oh…Sorry…” Chocolate found her voice as the fingers moved first to one arm, then the other, kneading from shoulder blade to wrist. “I seem to keep finding sad memories of yours… I’m sorry.”

“Now, now, Sister Chocolate,” experienced hands moved to Chocolate’s back, massaging along her spine and ribcage. “I’m not upset. The All-Mother had a plan for me and every step, whether sad or joyous, is for the greater good. Besides, the nuns were very good friends, and I got to meet you and all my other friends here! So it all worked out, you see?” Sister White giggled, her hands moving further down Chocolate’s body.

“I think your eyes are pretty,” Chocolate gasped, her body twitching against her restraints as Sister White’s hands moved to her butt, kneading the soft flesh.

“Why thank you!” the ex-nun replied with a smile and a giggle. “Oh, forgive me, since I may have asked this before, but how are you adjusting to your new life here?”

“Much better than I would have thought…” Chocolate’s legs were now the center of attention for Sister White’s hands, working one leg at a time from ankle to tantalizingly close to her womanhood, the young doe pulling against her restraints involuntarily with desire. “I do miss my friends and my Mom, but the people here…” She paused, gasping with anticipation. “Everyone is so kind and friendly… It feels like I’m with family here…”

“I’m very glad to hear that, Sister Chocolate! Now give me a moment to untie you and we’ll flip you over.” Sister White moved quickly, removing Chocolate’s bonds with practiced ease.

“Wow…” Chocolate gasped. “That was amazing… I’m so relaxed…I can barely move…”

Sister White giggled, “That’s why I said ‘we’ll flip you over’. Don’t worry; it’s only a temporary side-effect. In the morning you’ll feel amazing.” She moved Chocolate’s limbs into position, and then carefully rolled the limp doe over. Within moments Chocolate was repositioned and retied to the bed, hair askew but otherwise no worse for wear.

A gentle hand rested on Chocolate’s cheek. “Sister Chocolate,” the ex-nun looked into the young doe’s eyes. “Before I continue, are you alright with me massaging your breasts? They are part of my regular massage, but if you are uncomfortable I can work around them.”

“Sister White,” Chocolate nuzzled against her hand. “I trust you. You can massage anywhere and everywhere you want…” They shared a smile and a giggle, the ex-nun lightly kissing the young doe’s forehead before her hands went back to work.

“I appreciate your trust.” Sister White’s hands massaged through Chocolate’s hair and scalp, the bound Chocolate’s eyes closed as gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. For several moments neither spoke, the young doe’s mind awash with pleasure.

“Like I was saying,” Chocolate continued as Sister White’s fingers moved to her neck and shoulders. “Everyone here is so kind and helpful, always willing to help. Especially Caramel…”

As if on cue, Sister White’s massage reached Chocolate’s breasts as she mentioned the buck, the young doe’s train of thought derailing with the ex-nun’s attention directed at the soft flesh.

“I couldn’t agree more with you, Sister Chocolate,” Sister White smiled. “We do have a wonderful family here!” Her attention back on the massage, the ex-nun masseuse noticed Chocolate’s aroused nipples. “Oh my, just the thought of Caramel turns you on! Would you mind if I…?”

Chocolate looked up, meeting Sister White’s crimson eyes, and laughed, “I might be offended if you don’t! Everyone else has had a drink from the girls, so go ahead.” They shared a laugh, and then Sister White reverently closed her lips over one of Chocolate’s nipples, her tongue gently teasing it as she drank. Satisfied, she pulled back, licking her lips.

“Would you mind if I…?” the bound doe asked, her ex-nun captor repositioning herself as she caught her meaning. Carefully, so as not to smother her, Sister White leaned her own bosom almost within reach of Chocolate’s mouth, using her hands to bring Chocolate’s head up to meet one of her own aroused nipples.

Chocolate held her lusty instincts in check, showing Sister White the same reverence she had given, so as not to offend the ex-nun. Pulling back their eyes met again and they shared a smile before Sister White resumed her work with Chocolate’s midsection.

“So,” Sister White resumed their conversation without skipping a beat, “you care very much for Caramel…”

“Oh yes! He’s been the kindest, most patient buck I’ve ever known in my life! We have such wonderful, involved conversations. And I…” she looked down her body to meet Sister White’s attentive eyes, “I think I love him.”

“And does he return your feelings?” the ex-nun untied Chocolate’s right leg, lifting it vertically and pressing her body against it, her hands working their way slowly upward from Chocolate’s hip.

“I think so.”

Sister White stopped, holding Chocolate’s leg almost comically against herself. She smiled, “I’m so happy for you! However, I must give you a word of caution, Sister Chocolate: true love cannot be asked for; it must be given freely from the heart.”

“Oh, I see…” Chocolate saddened slightly at the solemn advice, the ex-nun continuing the massage up her leg, lowering it to better massage her foot.

“Do not be sad, dear Sister Chocolate,” the masseuse intentionally gave the foot a tickle, getting a giggle and a smile from her captive. “From what I’ve heard from everyone else you have nothing to worry about! Just don’t forget about Big C and Raspberry, it is your duty after all.”

“I know,” the young doe giggled, “I have fun being with them too.”

Sister White had switched to Chocolate’s remaining leg, untying it and lifting it into position, not bothering to retie her finished leg. “Sister Chocolate! Being an Easter bunny is a serious duty! It’s not simply messing around with bucks for fun; it’s a commitment for life to a cause greater than oneself.” Her stern eyes met Chocolate’s. “Are you willing to devote your life to such a cause? To give up all that was your old life?”

“I… I think so…” the young doe’s nose twitched with surprise at the ex-nun’s intensity.

For several heartbeats Sister White’s gaze pierced into Chocolate’s soul, but then the moment passed and her smile returned as she massaged her way up the young doe’s leg. “Easter is a few days away. You’ll get to visit your hometown and gather what personal items you would like to bring back with you, if you choose the life of an Easter bunny. You may also choose to go back to that old life, but there will be many disappointed kittlings if you do. All I ask is that you think it over carefully, Sister Chocolate”

“I… I promise I will. Think it over, I mean.”

“Thank you, dear Sister Chocolate.” The leg finished, Sister White laid it gently on the bed. She stretched her arms and laid out alongside her relaxed sister, snuggling up close. “Now, I have a ‘special ending’ for my massage, if you’re interested…”

“What’s that…?” the captive doe, her wrists still tied to the bed, looked into a slightly devious, sexy smile as she felt fingers moving down her midsection, finally stopping on her womanhood. “Oooo… I see… If you don’t mind…” She winked an ok, and two of those fingers delved into her, stretching and massaging her insides with all the skill the ex-nun had used on her body. It didn’t take long for the panting and moaning doe to climax, the skill, duration, and all-encompassing coverage of the massage already bringing her most of the way along.

Her work finished, Sister White untied and contentedly snuggled with Chocolate, neither speaking as she waited for her exhausted friend to recover. Eventually, the young Chocolate poked her eyes open. “Sister, I can understand the tomes, but what is the paint for? Are you an artist of some kind?”

“Oh, not really,” Sister White blushed, her snow-white cheeks turning rosy red. “I do some calligraphy, illuminated lettering, and a few images for tome copies now and then, but I’m not an artist.”

“May I see some of your work?” Chocolate practically beamed with curiosity, the ex-nun unable to suppress a giggle in the face of such sincere innocence.

“Oh Sister Chocolate, I think you would be a positively wonderful person to have around the castle. If you insist, I think a few I finished yesterday are dry enough to put away.” The reluctant artist ex-nun untangled herself from Chocolate, helping prop her up with a few pillows, and went to one of the nearly-empty shelves. She picked up several sheets, poking a few gingerly to test the dryness of the paint, and sat beside Chocolate with the preferred pile.

Before Chocolate’s eyes lay a masterfully detailed depiction of a field filled with breathtaking flowers in a rainbow of colors, detailed down to individual petals. In the middle of the field, under a shining sun and clear blue sky, stood a handsome smiling buck dressed tastefully in pastels carrying a wicker basket full of chocolate eggs. In bold, flowing script across the top of the page “EASTER BUNNY” stood proudly. A gilded border surrounded the scene, perfectly strait lines internally melting away to fluid swirls and simple golden animals at the edge of the paper.

With the utmost care Chocolate turned to the next sheet, her quick look as she tucked the first page behind showing it to be a copied page from a tome. Her second look confirmed her assumption, adding more than a touch of awe to her increasing opinion of her artistic sister. The script flowed with a majesty the young doe had never seen before, alone enough to make the page an eye-pleasing sight, but even that nearly paled in comparison to the miniature masterpiece encompassing the first letter. An “E”, nearly the size of Chocolate’s palm, dominated the scene with emerald vines crawling up its perfect golden symmetry, bright blooms sprouting among its coils. Squirrels frolicked around the letter, one even standing on his back paws to sniff a low-laying bloom. Again the page was framed in golden beauty, a second, smaller frame surrounding the squirrels and their vine-covered letter.

“These… are amazing!” Chocolate fairly twitched with amazement as she leafed through several more, each a masterpiece in its own right. If every page was as breathtaking as what Chocolate had seen, the completed tome would be worthy of a museum.

“You are too kind, Sister Chocolate,” Sister White carefully accepted the pages from the young doe, putting them in a small pile of what must have been similarly completed pages, Chocolate assumed. “I learned calligraphy and illuminated lettering in the convent, as a way to serve the All-Mother by copying the tomes I studied.”

“Modest or not, these are very beautiful drawings,” Chocolate poked playfully. “I wish I could draw this well…”

“I could teach you what techniques I know,” Sister White offered with a smile. “And I could use some help, if you wouldn’t mind. I… um… have a small problem with getting paint all over my fur…” She shrugged off her involuntary blush and embarrassment with a laugh.

Chocolate pondered for a moment, imagining the ex-nun’s snow-white fur speckled with a rainbow of colors in splotches of various sizes. With a giggle she replied, “I would be honored!”

*****

Chocolate paced. She had paced around, and through, the castle so many times since waking up that she was fairly certain she had worn a path into the carpet. Even the view from Big C’s plateau had done nothing to calm her, the jog up and back helping only insofar as her legs were too tired to twitch afterwards. As the sun began to set on the horizon the young doe sniffled away a tear and headed back to her room.

Tomorrow was Easter, the day kittlings would wake up to delicious sweets, and Chocolate would wake up to the hardest decision of her young life. Where had the weeks gone since she had first arrived? After the initial shock had worn off she had found herself among caring, friendly people. They were practically a second family to her, accepting her into their home unconditionally with open arms. Despite the… nature of the relationship she was brought here to have with the bucks, they each had worked their way into her heart and done their best to make her stay pleasant. She had grown closer to her sisters in the castle than her biological sisters. Still, her Mother and old life were back in her hometown, a life she had lived for nearly nineteen Springs.

Back and forth the argument had raged through her head, spiraling uncontrollably until the confused Chocolate could barely see strait. As she opened the door to her room her foot caught on something and she felt herself heading face first to the floor, her fall stopping rather quickly as a familiar pair of light gold-brown arms wrapped around her.

“Are you ok, Chocolate?” Caramel’s eyes met hers and she melted into his arms.

“Why do you have to be so wonderful?” Chocolate moaned softly into his chest.

Caramel held her close, gently running his fingers through her hair. “You’re worried about tomorrow.” A sob and a nod was her only reply. “Chocolate dear… you know whatever you decide we won’t hold it against you. We may miss you, but we won’t be angry.”

“He’s right,” Big C chimed in, placing a hand on Chocolate’s shoulder. “Only you have the right to decide your own fate.”

“You’ve been good to us too,” Raspberry nuzzled her back. “And we will miss you very much if you leave, but we’d feel terrible if you didn’t make the choice that’s right for yourself.”

“Aw… thanks you guys…” For several long heartbeats she sobbed, nuzzled warmly in the middle of her friends. Her tears lessened as she relaxed in everybody’s arms, only to feel her days ‘exercise’ catch up with her. “Could we… um… move this over to my bed? My legs feel like jelly…”

With a laugh they helped her into bed, Caramel and Big C lying on either side of her, Raspberry nuzzling against her midsection.

“Everybody noticed your hi-speed rounds of the castle,” Caramel started, “and we wanted to do something for you before tomorrow. Sister White suggested we meet you here once you finished sorting things out, or your legs got too tired. You don’t want to know what Darkelle suggested.”

“I’m very glad you were here,” Chocolate replied with a giggle, “and since you’re all here I think I might have an idea Darkelle would find delicious…” She threw her male entourage a seductively mischievous smile.

Everyone caught her look, replying with a smile. Three sets of buck eyes met with a nod, and as one three sets of hands went to work massaging the young doe. Caramel and Big C’s attention went to her breasts, each kneading and kissing the closest bosom in ways they knew would drive Chocolate wild. Their legs entangled hers, spreading her wide open for Raspberry to kiss her womanhood deeply and passionately, his hands massaging her butt as she squeaked with delight.

All her worries melted away as Chocolate’s mind was nearly drowned in pleasure, the combined attention quickly bringing her to wonderful climax. Mercifully, they went back to just snuggling as her moans of pleasure waned.

“Aww… You guys…” Chocolate hugged Caramel and Big C’s heads to her chest, her legs wrapping around Raspberry’s waist to hold him as well. Her heart melted, as yet again they had done their best to cheer her up. Sure they had enjoyed it, but their thoughts had been of her first and foremost. “I’ve got an idea I think all of you will enjoy…”

With a little prodding, and a few slightly confused looks, she directed Caramel and Big C to lay on the bed across from each other, their aroused manhoods nearly touching between them. With Raspberry’s help Chocolate lowered herself onto the two prone bucks, her womanhood sliding comfortably over Caramel’s manhood, Big C’s manhood forcing its way into a different tight opening on Chocolate’s lower body. It took some effort, and a few pauses as she adjusted, but eventually she managed to take all of both bucks into her.

While relishing the unique sensations of the bucks stretching her in new ways, their manhoods nearly rubbing against each other inside her, Chocolate noted Raspberry’s look of amazement and slightly sad neglect.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t forget you, Raspberry…” She offered her hand, the pink-furred buck taking it and following her lead onto the bed. He crouched, almost sitting on Caramel as she looked into his eyes. Pulling him close she gave a small, gentle kiss, following with a madly passionate one that made his tail twitch in surprised delight. The motions made her own body move and she felt the electric thrill of having two males moving around inside her.

Pulling back she looked into his eyes, directing his hands onto her hips as she slowly lifted herself, a gasp of pleasure escaping as she began riding the bucks below her. Carefully she began a slow rhythm with her hips, the moans of the bucks merging with her own. As she felt it become easier to handle the unique sensations inside her she increased her pace, bucking furiously.

With another light kiss she directed Raspberry to stand before her, taking his manhood into her mouth and pleasuring him with her tongue, his moan adding to the other bucks and her own now-muffled ones.

Chocolate closed her eyes, her mind and body filled with her buck friends. They had become very close in the past few weeks, sharing their lives, hobbies, and bodies with her. With a mental giggle the idea popped into her head that, had she not chosen their current arrangement, she could have identified each of them by manhood or pleased moan alone.

Raspberry was the first to climax, not to her surprise as he had always enjoyed her mouth, and she pulled back, swallowing the sweet stuff. Probably due to the unique tightness of Chocolate’s virgin behind, Big C was next, grabbing her hips tightly as he filled her in a surprisingly pleasant new way. The throbbing of his manhood sent both Chocolate and Caramel over the edge, the young doe fairly screaming with delight as her body was doubly filled.

The orgy of pleasure finished, Chocolate leaned back onto Big C, directing him to keep his hands on her hips as Caramel pulled out of her. They all lay out on the bed, panting until Chocolate’s newest Easter egg emerged. Caramel caught it as it emerged, finding a portrait of Chocolate and the three bucks on the surface.

“I wanted to thank... all of you…” Chocolate gasped, “For being so kind to me…”

They all looked over the egg, sharing their appreciation, and no shortage of kisses.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy it,” Big C said, still holding Chocolate’s hips. “But why did you want me inside your butt?”

“Oh,” Chocolate blushed. “I was curious what would happen. And I think whatever is going to happen is about ready…” The full feeling inside her body had intensified, despite the buck having finished several minutes ago. They all helped her into a sitting position and she wrapped her arms around Caramel, feeling his strong arms hold her tight as she slowly lifted herself off Big C.

Closing her eyes she nuzzled against caramel, the filling sensation still growing inside her. With a gasp she released that feeling, hearing dozens and dozens of small plinking noises on the bed below her. It took a surprisingly long time, but eventually the sensation passed, leaving the young doe breathlessly panting in Caramel’s arms.

“Wow, that’s a lot of Jelly beans…” Raspberry stared disbelieving at the multicolored pile, almost entirely covering Chocolate’s lower legs with only her feet poking out, and almost as tall as her thighs.

“Are they… any different?” the doe panted.

“Um… no. Same colors and flavors. Maybe a tad larger than normal.”

“Interesting…” She looked into Caramel’s eyes. “Well, you never know until you try!” They all shared a laugh, Big C and Raspberry digging her out and collecting the sweet treats. Exhausted, Chocolate could only slump like a rag doll in Caramel’s arms until he lay her down on the cleared bed.

“Um… If it isn’t too much trouble,” Chocolate looked up into three concerned pairs of eyes, “would you stay with me tonight? All of you, I mean.”

With bright smiles they crawled into bed beside her, nuzzling close and bidding her goodnights and pleasant dreams. Her eyes were still barely open when she was certain they were all asleep, thoughts of the choice she would have to make tomorrow drilling their way into her consciousness. She took a look around and closed her eyes, deciding that, surrounded as she was by such warmth and kindness, her choice could wait until tomorrow.

*****

Miss. Chocz stood before the assembled residents of the Chocolateir’s Castle. With her usual cheerful smile she greeted them by a warm “Happy Easter!” to which each replied in turn, the young Chocolate joining in meekly as her gaze focused on some imaginary object of interest between her feet.

“Young Miss. Chocolate, would you step forward please?” Cautiously the doe stepped forward from the haphazard group, misty eyes averted as she approached the elder doe. Gently Miss. Chocz cradled the upset doe’s face in her hands, lightly kissing her forehead as she coaxed her gaze upward until their eyes met.

“Dear Chocolate, there’s no need to cry.” Miss. Chocz held out her arms and the pair embraced. Eventually the younger doe’s sobs subsided and they pulled back, the elder doe smiling cheerfully as she held Chocolate’s hands. “Oh! You almost made me forget my little speech!

“Chocolate, all Easter bunnies come to the Chocolateir’s Castle, or a similar castle near them, when they reach their 19th Spring, to learn their destiny of helping the Easter Bunny himself. However, it would be cruel to force such a duty on anyone, and thus all Easter bunnies are given the chance to decline. On the first Easter after arriving at the castle they get to return to their hometown for one day. If they decide to return to the life of an Easter bunny, this is their chance to bid farewell to friends and family, as well as gather their personal items. If not, the Easter Bunny’s magic disappears in a few days, along with all memories of the castle. Also, there… won’t be another chocolate Easter bunny for at least nineteen Springs.”

For the first time since Chocolate had met her, Miss. Chocz’s smile faded to a heartbroken, wistful look. It lasted only a moment and the ever-friendly smile quickly returned, yet it had not gone unnoticed by the young doe.

“I… I understand,” Chocolate replied, doing her best to return the smile.

“Thank you. Now for your clothes…” With a gesture from the elder doe Sister White stepped forward, presenting a carefully folded pile of clothes to Chocolate. Darkelle also brought forth a pile of clothes, instead presenting them to Caramel.

“I hope I remember how all of this goes on!” The buck’s comment got a laugh from everyone.

“Da! Have fun in town! It’s a good thing you aren’t from the same hometown as Chocolate.” With a light smooch and a wink Darkelle went back to the sidelines with Raspberry and Sister White. The lovers dressed quickly and bid goodbyes to the other Easter bunnies, Caramel assuring that he would be back at the end of the day whichever way Chocolate’s decision went.

“One last question before we go,” Chocolate turned to Miss. Chocz. “Is the sacrifice worth it?”

“Dear Chocolate,” Miss. Chocz smiled, lightly caressing the young doe’s face. “There is one secret I asked the others not to tell you. I was the chocolate Easter bunny before you came here. After nearly three centuries of being an Easter bunny this year was my time to step down, give myself a new name, and let a younger Easter bunny take my place. It is… the way of things. Oh, I’ll still live for quite a long time, but I can no longer make Easter eggs. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like had I declined all those years ago, but I realized the good I’ve done, the friends and lovers I’ve made, are something I wouldn’t trade for the world.”

Chocolate blinked, thinking how amazing Miss. Chocz looked for someone who should have died three or four times over. Her mind went back to Raspberry’s miniatures of the castle’s occupants, finally understanding that the miniature doe discarded on the floor was a young Miss. Chocz. She thanked the elder doe for her candor and they embraced one final time before Chocolate and Caramel began their journey.

They had turned and waved back to the castle’s residents, until they disappeared in the distance. Step by step the road passed beneath their feet, their conversation speeding them along. In the lulls between topics Caramel would take out his flute and play lighthearted tunes, Chocolate’s steps turning into artistic twirls, leaps, and poses at the pleasing sound.

Winter snow had completely given way to green life and small buds, filled with the promise of multicolored beauty. Birds chirped happily as they flew through clear blue skies, a few puffy clouds floating lazily in a breeze only they felt. Time passed like a wonderful Spring dream, and all too soon the familiar huts Chocolate knew so well appeared before the travelers.

Easter morning celebrations were well underway. All the kittlings in the village played merrily and noisily in the sun’s warmth, many partaking of sweets that were all-too familiar to Chocolate. Most were too wrapped up in their own happiness to notice an extra pair of travelers enter the town, but the few who did, and knew Chocolate, greeted them warmly and offered many ‘happy Easter’-s, to which they responded in kind.

Chocolate’s feet knew the way home, so her mind was free to wander. Caramel simply smiled, seeing the awe on the doe’s face as she looked on the spectacle from her new perspective.

“Hiya sis Chocolate!” A little voice piped cheerily before the travelers.

“Tulip!” Chocolate embraced the six-Spring old kittling, lifting her into her arms. “How’s my favorite littlest sister?”

“I’m all good! Lookie what the Easter Bunny gave me for being good!” Tulip proudly presented a Chocolate Easter egg, with an all-too familiar image of a young doe with a bent right ear. With a start Chocolate recognized the particular expression, marking the egg as her very first. “The Easter Bunny got me a special one that looks like you, my favorite big sis!”

Chocolate couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s right, it is very special! You enjoy it, little Tulip!” She put down the kittling, playfully mussing her hair before she ran off to play with the other kittlings. Just ahead, in a doorway like any other, attached to a hut like any other, stood a smiling middle-aged doe who, to Chocolate, was not like any other.

“Mom!” Chocolate sprinted the remaining distance into her mother’s arms.

“Chocolate dear! I’m glad to see you are well!” For a long moment they embraced as Caramel caught up. “And who is this adorable young man?”

“Oh! This is my close friend Caramel!”

“Nice to meet you!” Caramel replied with a wave, noting the family resemblance as mother and daughter pulled back. Aside from a few wrinkles and some stray gray hairs, they could have been twins.

With introductions complete Chocolate’s mother invited them in to warm mint cocoa and warmer conversation. While neither of the Easter bunnies gave specific details of their lives at the castle, especially the more intimate details, the middle-aged doe could tell they were lovers. As the midmorning sun headed for late afternoon Caramel gently rested his hand on Chocolate’s shoulder. It was time to decide.

“Mom,” Chocolate did her best to keep cheerful, with varying success her mother noted. “I… enjoyed seeing you again, but I can’t stay here. You were right about my destiny being special; it brings so much happiness to so many, and I have such wonderful friends, but I can’t visit you anymore if I choose that life…”

“Chocolate dear,” mother and daughter embraced, “all I’ve ever wanted for you is happiness. I will miss you, but you have to do what is best for you.”

“Thanks Mom…” For several long sobs they embraced.

“Caramel,” the middle-aged doe took her daughter’s and the buck’s hands in hers, and then brought the couple’s hands together. “Please take care of my daughter.”

“I will, I promise.” Together they all shared a last embrace. Chocolate rummaged through her room quickly, grabbing a few treasured items before her and Caramel headed out. They turned and waved to Chocolate’s mother until she disappeared in the distance. Her old life behind her, Chocolate looked forward, mentally saying farewell to the town as she passed through. She didn’t turn back as they passed the last little house outside town, nor anywhere else along the road.

Caramel was the first to eventually break the silence, as he heard a small metallic sound emanating from the light brown package Chocolate carried. “What’s in the box?”

“Oh, it’s some jewelry my mother passed down to me.” Chocolate blushed slightly without losing her pace. “It’s traditional in my family for mothers to teach daughters the art of belly-dancing.”

“I didn’t know you could dance... Do you mind if I take a peek?”

Chocolate took a quick look around, finding a large rock perfect for a rest. The pair sat on the smooth, sun-warmed surface as she carefully opened the package. Her hands reached in, pulling out a mound of black leather, green fabric, and gold and silver coins that dazzle-blinded Caramel with their brilliance in the afternoon sun.

“I think this is the top,” the young doe shifted the pile back and forth between her hands. “It’s a bit tough to tell when it’s all in a pile…” She fumbled around for a few more moments, blushing and offering half-hearted location descriptions that left a puzzled look on Caramel’s face.

“How far away from town are we?” Chocolate asked as she stopped her search.

“Um… pretty far… why?”

A shy smile appeared on the young doe’s features. “Stay her for a moment… and no peeking!” With one quick motion she grabbed the package and dove behind their rock, out of view of the confused buck. Patiently he sat, listening to the sound of dozens of coins clinking against each other in a flurry of motion. Eventually the noise lessened, and the sun disappeared from view as a blue shirt appeared from nowhere and landed on his head. With a surprised “meep!” he pulled away the fabric, revealing a dazzling beauty standing before him.

To Caramel it seemed as though a fertility goddess had descended from the heavens to stand before him. Wrists and ankles were each wrapped in a band of black leather, alternating silver and gold coins tied loosely to the leather. A similar strap of coin-laden leather wrapped around her midsection just above her hips, an ornate sun-face serving as a buckle dipping down to seductively expose her abdomen. Even more coins hung down from the belt on simple straps, jiggling against each other on her hips. A simple nearly-transparent green scarf also hung down from the belt before her, just barely covering her womanhood. Around her chest wove more leather and coins, seductively encircling her breasts and disappearing around her back and neck. Two large sun-emblazoned coins covered her nipples with a half dozen strings of gold and silver beads radiating outward to attach each coin to the leather top. Her mouth and nose were covered by a green veil, her eyes peeking seductively his way over the nearly-transparent fabric.

Her hip thrust toward him, accompanied by a jingling chorus of coins. Finger-cymbals added their own unique tone to the chorus as the dance continued, moving ever closer to the stunned buck. She stopped, just within his reach, and leaned back to roll all the muscles in her midsection before him. Jingling arms wrapped around Caramel and Chocolate’s eyes met his as she kissed him lightly through her veil.

“Wow,” Caramel lightly held Chocolate close. “That was really amazing!”

“Thanks!” Chocolate’s face turned bright red under her veil. “I’ve only ever practiced with my mother and sisters, never before an audience… She always said I was the best out of all of her children!” The young doe fairly beamed with pride.

“I’m glad you brought the outfit. I’d enjoy seeing more of your dances! And I’m sure everyone else would too.”

“Well, I’ll have to give everyone a little performance sometime.” Chocolate giggled, nuzzling Caramel. Together they shared a laugh and a deep kiss as they continued on their way to the Chocolateir’s Castle, their home getting closer with every step.

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