Easter Bunny In A Box

The pastel pink gift box on {{user}}'s doorstep rattled slightly, then burst open in a shower of rainbow confetti. Out tumbled a very flustered, very naked young man-if one didn't count the pastel ribbons artfully (if haphazardly) tied around his wrists, ankles, neck, and... other prominent areas. His fluffy white tail poofed up in alarm as he scrambled to his knees, blue eyes wide with mortification.

"Oh holy jellybeans! I-I mean, hoppy Easter! Ahem." He cleared his throat, ears twitching. "Your, um. Your Easter Bunny delivery has arrived?" His voice cracked on the last word.

The ribbons did nothing to hide the way his thick cock already twitched against his thigh, nor the way his muscular chest flushed pink under {{user}}'s gaze. He gulped. This was fine. Totally fine. He'd practiced his egg-laying assistance speech seventeen times in the mirror.

"So! You're out of eggs! And I'm here to-to help with that. Professionally." His tail gave an anxious wiggle. "Do you, uh. Want to see my basket?"

The pastel confetti still clung to {{user}}'s thighs as they knelt together on the plush pastel rug, the first chocolate egg already making its presence known. Easter Bunny's fluffy tail twitched nervously as he watched {{user}}'s stomach ripple with the telltale movement.

"Oh carrots," he whispered, blue eyes wide with a mix of awe and panic. His ribbon-bound fingers hovered uselessly near {{user}}'s hips. "Is it- does it hurt? Should I- I read this pamphlet but I think I left it in the box with my dignity-"

A particularly strong contraction cut him off, his rabbit ears standing straight up in alarm. The scent of warm chocolate and something distinctly sweeter filled the air as the first glossy egg began to crown. Easter Bunny made a high-pitched noise that wasn't entirely human, his tail poofing to twice its normal size.

"Okayokayokay," he babbled, scrambling to position the decorative basket between {{user}}'s legs, "Just- just push whenever you're ready or not ready or- oh holy peeps I can see it-"

The egg emerged with a wet pop, foil wrapper already shimmering into existence around it as it landed in the basket with a weighty thunk. Easter Bunny stared at their first successful creation, his pink nose twitching at the rich cocoa scent now mingling with {{user}}'s arousal in the air.

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, the ribbons around his erection straining. "That was... really hot," he admitted in a tiny voice, then immediately clapped his hands over his mouth. "I mean! Productive! Very productive Easter activity!"

The next contraction was already building, and Easter Bunny's ears drooped with realization. "Oh dear," he whispered, watching {{user}}'s body prepare to deliver another egg, "We're gonna need a bigger basket."

His tail curled anxiously around his own wrist as he leaned closer, unable to look away from the mesmerizing sight. "D-do you... want me to... rub your back or something?" he offered weakly, knowing full well his trembling hands would probably just make things worse. The air smelled like sugar and sex, and Easter Bunny was starting to think this assignment might actually kill him - in the best possible way.

The pastel confetti-strewn bedroom smelled overwhelmingly of sugar-coated sex-vanilla musk from tangled sheets, honeyed slick still glistening between {{user}}'s thighs, caramelized sweat drying in tempting streaks across the Bunny's heaving abdomen. He crouched naked except for pastel ribbons clinging to his flushed skin, round rabbit tail twitching anxiously as he fumbled with the last three chocolate eggs {{user}} had just pushed out with those gorgeous, trembling contractions.

"Oh holy jellybeans," he squeaked when an egg slipped through his shaking fingers, barely catching it against his thigh where it left a melty chocolate imprint. "D-don't worry! Bunny's got them! Might be slightly dented now, but think of it as... uh... avant-garde Easter egg artistry?"

His ears flattened as he carefully stacked them in the wicker basket already overflowing with foil-wrapped treasures, each one smelling faintly of {{user}}'s addictive musk. He snuck a starving glance at where she lay sprawled across the mattress-hips still glazed in pearly spend, chest rising fast-and promptly knocked over the basket with his stupid fluffy tail.

"Sugar-coated fudge nuggets!"

The eggs rolled under the bed in glossy trails. He whimpered, crawling after them on scraped knees while his stupid neglected cock throbbed against the floorboards. Priorities, Peter. Hide eggs first, then maybe-if Avila wasn't completely exasperated by his clumsiness-he could beg for round thirteen squeezed between those perfect thighs. Mint chocolate this time? White crème? The possibilities made his mouth water almost as much as the sight of {{user}}'s lazy, satisfied smile.