Egg Hunt
by Otterslide

It was a wonderful Easter day in the local park. The sun was shining onto the fresh green grass, the field not too wet even though it had rained the day before. There were clouds in the sky but they were white and fluffy. It wasn’t too hot out; it was pleasantly warm thanks in part to a refreshing breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. It felt nice and cool in the shade, and warm in the sunlight. Essentially, it was the best weather possible for a fun Springtime event. The community was hosting an Easter party in the park, with families from around the area coming together to celebrate. There were some carnival-style games set up, a bounce house, and a local dad was cooking up burgers and hotdogs for everyone on one of the public grills. The main event of course was the egg hunt: colorful plastic eggs had been strewn around the large field, most of which contained candy or little trinkets. A few of them were silver in color, those granting whoever retrieved one either a full-size candy bar or a small plush. Rarer still were the golden eggs, granting those that found one a premium prize of either a large plush or three candy bars.

The lively event — and the wafting smell of the cooking meats — had attracted not only the area’s residents but also some of the local fauna. Some crows were eyeing up some of the unattended plates of food and a squirrel had retrieved some scraps from one of the trash receptacles. There was also another critter watching the action: a fox — large, male, and surprisingly intelligent, even for a fox. He was also rather perverted, and had figured that he could use this event to his advantage. So, he’d gotten to work a bit after the volunteers had scattered the eggs around the field that morning, having rearranged some of them to form a little trail leading right to some of the larger bushes lining the field’s edges. Then, he waited. Eventually one of the cubs would come over, find the eggs, and start following the trail. He just had to be patient. As he waited in the bushes he sat back and started stroking his hard throbbing cock with a paw, edging himself.

The egg hunt was going strong with many participants and enough eggs to satisfy all of them. Some families were strolling around the field having fun watching their kids looking for the eggs, while others were letting their kids hunt on their own, trusting they’d be safe with so many others around. A little bunny cub was in the latter group, his parents having let him go search for eggs on his own while they sat at one of the metal picnic tables and yapped with other parents. He was doing well, his little basket filled with a few of the colorful plastic eggs resting on the shimmery grass filling, though none silver or gold. He wandered the open field occasionally adding another egg to his collection. As he went, though, he started to find fewer and fewer eggs. There were only a finite amount of them after all and the other kids had been collecting them as well but this wasn’t something the boy understood, just wanting more eggs. As he wandered around he finally found another, picking it up and putting it in the basket. He then looked up and found another in front of him. He picked that one up, then saw another, and another! The bunny filled his basket as he slowly neared a large bush. After picking up an egg next to the bush he was about to turn back, but then saw a flash of bright color through the bush. Looking closer, he could see another egg! Without thinking about it he pushed his way into the bushes with a small grunt, emerging on the other side in a little clearing surrounded by bushes. Happy, he reached down to pick up the vivid pink egg resting in the center. 

That’s when something smacked into him. With a little yip he was knocked down onto his back, not having any time before something orange and white filled his vision then fell right onto his face. The fox sighed happily as he sat his butt right down on the little cub, his plan having worked perfectly. The bunny squirmed around as the fox rested his rear on him, the vulpine enjoying the squirms of the confused cub, closing his eyes and starting to grind his butt against the bunny’s face, his hole and fluffy nuts rubbing against the little anthro. His cock throbbed and drooled pre as he intimately introduced the rabbit to his musky backside. This felt great, but it wasn’t the only thing the fox had planned. 

Pressing down a bit harder he rubbed his hole right against the cub’s face. The bunny continued to squirm for a bit until something made him go stiff in shock before squirming harder. That something was the fox’s hole managing to press enough to force the cub’s head fully into the hole, the puckered ring now making a collar around the bunny’s neck. The fox chuffed out at the feeling, cock throbbing hard. Knowing the little one’s parents would eventually notice he was gone and go looking for him he didn’t want to play for too long, shifting his position and pressing down more, slowly getting more of the bunny’s body into his ass. The feral’s anal passage clenched and squeezed around the anthro as he ground himself down, taking the bunny’s chest and belly into his rear, then his waist, groaning as the bunny really started to press against his prostate, also making a visible bulge on his underside. He really put all his weight into sitting down, the action taking the bunny’s squirming and kicking legs and pushing them together as they slowly vanished into his twitching tailhole.

With a few more clenches the bunny cub was fully inserted into his rear, the canine panting and lying on his back, drooling pre all over his belly. He reached down with his paws and began stroking that needy shaft, enjoying the constant pressure against his prostate as well as the squirming from the anthro, closing his eyes with his tongue all but hanging out of his partially open mouth. The fact that he was so close combined with his time constraint made the fox disregard the prospect of drawing out his pleasure, instead stroking faster. With a few more solid strokes and even some small thrusts the fox groaned out, knot forming as he finally erupted, shooting strong jets of cum all over himself and the ground while his insides massaged the scared and confused bunny. His satisfying and much-needed orgasm lasted for a bit then slowly drew to a close, the last of his seed dribbling onto his lower belly, the fox panting in the afterglow and nearly purring in satisfaction.

Once he was done resting it was time to release his little helper, the fox standing up, legs a bit wobbly. Now just pushing him out would be okay but his parents would likely be concerned by the musky liquid matting his fur and staining his clothes. With the recent rain, however, the fox had already planned a solution, heading over to a puddle of mud and turning around, backing up to it. He then grunted and pushed, tail up in the air as the cub slowly pushed out, feet spreading the hole out first. The anthro slowly emerged, still squirming a bit especially with the chill of the breeze against his newly-wet body. The fox kept at it, grunting and pushing as if defecating the bunny out. Finally the rabbit exited fully, landing with a splosh into the somewhat liquid-y mud.

The fox wasn’t done there; he wanted to reward the bunny with something for putting up with being his anal toy and also getting soaked in mud, so he had one more surprise, going over to the dropped basket of eggs and lining his ass up, pushing some more. Soon enough several plastic eggs dropped out one after the other, the fox having pushed those up there after making the path of eggs. The last to emerge was one of the rare golden eggs, guaranteeing the bunny a premium prize. Once his hidden eggs had been deposited the fox made sure the bunny was okay before disappearing into the bushes.

The bunny took a bit to recover but when he did he snatched up his basket — not noticing that he’d gained a few eggs — and ran crying from the bush across the field to his parents, who chuckled and started calming him down, assuming he fell into some mud while egg hunting. Luckily they lived close by so one of them could take him home for a bath and a change then bring him back to continue enjoying the event and claim his prizes. Meanwhile the fox was satisfied, looking forward to the next year.

Happy Easter!