Megan Easter sighed as she went about her duties.  Like all the other Easter Bunnies, it was her job to deliver delectable candy goodies to all the good people of the world on the holiday her race was named after.  The pink bunny girl stretched a little as she poofed out of the house she’d been in and reappeared atop the roof of a tall apartment complex in a dark city.  It was midafternoon but the heavy cloud cover and light drizzle made it feel like early morning or late evening.

She shook her head and adjusted her bright yellow dress, not a drop of the acidic rain fell within three feet of her.  There weren’t many good people here in this city, but in the past five years, it had begun to clean up.  Some said it was the work of the new police chief who focused more on stopping crime than helping it- unlike the last police chief.

She shifted her basket full of candy delights to her other hand then gave a light spin and vanished from the roof only to reappear in a dark apartment.  The windows were boarded over, only letting in little slivers of light.  She could still see, mind you, but not very well.  Walking slowly, she made her way over to a recliner chair and began placing foil wrapped chocolate eggs and packs of sour gummy worms on the seat.  Whatever she pulled from her basket would be whatever the person who deserved it liked, so she didn’t judge.  A few foil wrapped chocolate coins and mini barrels of ‘toxic’ sour candy though and she was beginning to wonder how wacky his tastes were.

Her wondering didn’t last for long though as she was suddenly grabbed from behind and the point of a long combat knife was pushed against her throat.  “How many times do I have to tell you not to bother me?” growled a voice by one of her fluffy ears.  She swallowed unintentionally but didn’t struggle against the grasp of the silver lion holding her.  His arm around her was scarred with a few patches of fur here and there and the chest she was held against was firmly muscled.  Though she could feel his steady heartbeat against her back, she could also feel his strained breathing, like just the act of taking in air hurt him.

“I’m just delivering candy to a good man,” she told him honestly and waited in the silence that followed.  It was a full minute before he took the knife away from her throat and released her, taking a step back.  Now that he wasn’t trying to be quiet, his automail clanked and jingled.  She turned to him and her green eyes took in what she could see of his visage.

He was tall- over six feet- and lean, but ‘handsome’ was not the word that could be used to describe him.  Not anymore.  His body looked like it had only barely survived a war.  He was missing his right ear and instead of a right eye, he had one made of metal cybernetics.  The ‘pupil’ of it glowed red as it gazed at her, whirring softly as the iris shrank and widened to focus on her in the dark.  His mane was long and shaggy, like he hadn’t groomed or cut it in years.  He wore a black tank top that did nothing to hide his scarred arms.  Below, he wore a pair of digital camo shorts that ended just before his knees.  From the knees down, silver gray metal extended down in very well made automail legs.

His tail, fully intact, swayed slowly from side to side, the last three inches of it twitching a little as he gazed at her.  “I am not a good man,” he told her as he put his knife into the leather sheathe at his lower back.  “I’ve killed too many people to be a good man.”

“I wouldn’t be here if someone higher up didn’t think you were, Logan,” she replied simply, gazing up at him.  He wrinkled his nose a bit and grimaced before turning away.

“Finish with what you came here for and get out, Megan,” he told her before walking away, going into the small apartment’s kitchen, pulling open the fridge to get out a hard apple cider.

“Drinking already?” she asked from the other room as she continued to place packs of candy upon pretty much every available surface.

“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” he replied without glancing in her direction, “Besides, what’s it matter to you?”

“I don’t think Sicily would approve,” she spoke up and dodged to the side as the bottle flew passed her and smashed into the wall.

“Don’t you fucking say her name!” he shouted at her, his voice seething.

“Grow up! She’s still waiting for you, Asshole!” the pink bunny girl shouted back, stamping one foot.  “Five years!  Five years she’s been waiting!  Man the fuck up and get out of this damn apartment!”

“How about you fuck right the hell off?” he growled back, slamming his hands down on the counter.  “I’d have gone to her years ago if I didn’t think she was better off without me.  She was raped while in my care, and though I killed all of those sons of bitches, that doesn’t change the fact that I can never make up for that failure.  Look at me damn it!”

Megan, who had gone back to distributing candy, turned back to him, annoyance on her cute face.  Though she didn’t look older than ten, she was hundreds of years old and had seen the comings and goings of wars and warriors.  “I am looking at you, Logan, and I see a man without balls.  You’ve no cojones!  You’d rather just stay here licking your wounds and drinking away how pathetic you’re being.  Do you seriously think she won’t be delighted to see you again?”

“That’s not the point,” he grumbled, “and I do too have balls.  How hard do you think it is, living away from the one I care about?”

“Obviously not very cause you’re still here,” she snipped at him as she walked over and set her basket down on the kitchen counter.  She only came up to his stomach but that didn’t dismiss the air of authority about her.

“You’re so fucking infuriating,” he growled at her, his left eye glaring at her while his cybernetic right eye’s iris constricted.

“And you’re sexy,” she snapped back before sighing and leaning against the counter which she was only a head taller than.  “Why is it only me that has to deal with your shitty attitude?  The Anya Claws doesn’t have to, nor does Jenny Skellington.  You give me so much shit.”

“That’s because they come, do their business and leave.  You’re the one sticking your nose up my ass,” he replied, turning and opening the fridge again.

“Well you do have a nice ass,” she mumbled to herself as he popped the steel cap off a bottle of coke.

“I heard that,” he piped up as he turned back to her and leaned against the now closed fridge.  “You’re what? A couple thousand years old? Aren’t you robbing the cradle by hitting on me?”

“You’re one to talk, Mister Lolicon!  I’ve seen your holiday roster and I’ve talked to the other girls,” she replied with her arms crossed over her flat chest.  “Hell, Rebecca Valentine won’t shut up about your six-inch dick, as if it was some kind of magic wand that grants orgasms.”

Logan choked on his coke, having been taking a sip when she spoke up.  As he sputtered and coughed, she giggled.  “What? You didn’t think she’d keep quiet did you?  The only thing that keeps her from talking is a dick in her mouth.”

“That was so a one-time… okay it was pretty much every year…  How am I supposed to react though?  She always shows up naked!!” he exclaimed, trying to justify.

That simply made Megan laugh and raise a hand, running her fingers through her bubble gum pink hair.  “You’re such a mess, Logan.  Such a mess,” she said with a shaking of her head before reaching down with both hands, lifting her skirt to reveal her pussy to his view.  She wasn’t wearing panties under her bright yellow dress.

Logan’s left brow went up at the sight and he went very still, the bottle of coke halfway to his mouth.  “I finished putting all the candy down,” she told him softly, her voice growing sensual, “Don’t you want to finish what you started last year?”

“That’s not fair,” he replied back, but didn’t look away as he recalled what had happened last year.  He’d pinned her up against the wall and had nearly fucked her to orgasm before she’d had to run off to go to the next place.  A holiday creature only had so much time to devote in one place on their holiday.  “Besides, you started bitching about Her… How can you do this after all that?” he asked, but his feet betrayed him.  ‘Damn automail acting up’ he thought to himself as he stopped in front of her and lifted her up onto the counter, pushing her dress up passed her hips.

“Simple.  Sex is the only time you actually pay attention to me,” she told him, spreading her legs as her hands reached up and cupped his cheeks.  “Plus, it wasn’t very fair that we got interrupted last time.  Thus I made you my last stop for the day.”

“So that’s why you’re late,” he replied as he unfastened his shorts, pushing them down to reveal his already hard cock.

“I’m not that late,” she grumbled, “Just a few hours.”  Before he could push his long, feline cock into her though, she stopped him with a hand grabbing his throbbing prick.  “Wait.  Promise me that you’ll consider going to see her,” she requested softly, looking up at him.  She was excited, he could see it on her face, but her eyes were serious.

“You play so dirty,” he growled back softly, “How am I not supposed to say yes when you have me by the dick?”

She gave him a playful grin and stroked his length slowly, unable to get her fingers all the way around his girth.  The soft nubs around the head of his shaft felt so good against her palm as she teased him.  “So that’s a yes then?”

“Okay fine, yes.  I’ll think about it… some more,” he told her with a defeated sigh and she gave a little cheer before stroking him quickly with both hands, causing him to gasp.

“Jenny was right! You really will agree to anything when you’re inches from pussy,” she said with a big, dirty smile.

“Jenny too? Jeeze.  Do all of you talk about me behind my back?” he asked with a grimace, though he was starting to thrust his hips in time with her stroking.

“Of course.  How can we not?” she teased before pulling him by his dick so that he was lined up with her wet hole.  “Now give me something to brag about,” she said in a seductive voice, looking up at him.  With a low growl, he thrust himself into her and moaned as her tight, wet cunny gripped his shaft.  She let out a gasp and fell back on her elbows, her floppy ears going back as she felt herself stretch around his invading member.  He was bigger than she remembered but still not the largest she’d taken in her lifetime.  She wasn’t ‘thousands of years old’ like he’d exaggerated but she wasn’t young either.

As he worked his shaft in and out of her, she could only marvel at the feeling, her tongue lulling out and her breath coming in pants.  Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, holding her to his chest as he thrust up into her.  Her legs instinctively went around his waist and her fluffy little tail twitched wildly.  Her hands clutched at his tank top and she buried her nose against his chest, breathing in his scent.  He smelled of the Savannah and sunlight, but also of steel, gunpowder and blood.  The hilt of the knife sheathed at his back was digging into her right calf but she ignored it.  It was but a minor annoyance compared to the intense pleasure that sang through her veins as he pushed his cock into her, over and over again to bump against her cervix.

It was over too soon for either of them- though a full hour had passed since he’d first entered her.  Three final thrusts and he set her butt back down on the counter as he held his hips against hers, his cock twitching mightily inside her as he shot cord after cord of thick seed into her eager pussy.  Just the feel of his hot jism inside her put her over the edge and she gave a little scream of delight as she orgasmed too, a flood of her fem-cum escaping around his shaft.  While their mixed juices dripped off his furry balls, she rested her head on his chest.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned, “Worth… the wait.”  She wriggled happily as he held her but she knew it wouldn’t last much longer.  Sure enough, he eventually let her go and pulled away, his gaze falling to her stretched pussy as his cum flooded out of her to drip down the counter to the floor.

“Yes, it was,” he replied back breathlessly as he took a few steps back and leaned against the fridge, not bothering to put away his limp cock.

Leaning back on one hand, she used her other to rub her sore pussy gently.  “There’s going to be quite a few wet dreams over the next year,” she told him, biting her lower lip with her buck teeth and smiling but then she sighed as she looked over at the clock.  “Try not to get into too much trouble.  I do want to be able to see you again.  Make sure you give it some thought.”

He knew what she meant by ‘it’, so he simply nodded.  “The girls are going to be soooo jealous,” she said with a wicked smile as she hopped off the counter, stumbling a little.  He devoured the distance between them and caught her, helping her steady herself.  “Thanks.  Brittney’s next, so try to not be too patriotic this year.”

“Why’s that?” Logan asked curiously.  Megan gave a small laugh as she adjusted her dress, feeling his cum sliding down her inner thighs.

“Cause last year she told me how you made her recite the national anthem while you ate her out, stopping every time she stuttered,” she replied, lowering her head and giving his still exposed cock a lick, making him shiver.  “Anyways, I’m off.  Gotta turn in my basket and get some rest,” she said to him, looking up at him as she stroked his cock playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.  See you next year,” he told her softly as she pulled away, grabbed her basket then gave a little twirl, vanishing.  With a sigh, Logan made his way over to his calendar, his automail clanking across the linoleum.  He marked ‘Easter Day’ off his calendar then retrieved his coke from the counter where he’d set it down.  “July 4th’s next huh?” he mused quietly.