So it's starting to become a tradition for me now to draw the Cadbury bunny for Easter, I think this is like the 3rd year in a row now that I drew her for Easter, and you know what? I love it!
Happy Easter Everyone :)
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Cadbury Cream Eggs
The Cadbury bunny gasped as she felt another egg begin to slowly crown, stretching her already achingly sensitive pussy wider than it had any sensible business being. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face set in an expression of concentration as she pushed the pointed end out, feeling a now familiar tingling pressure as the colorful ovoid reached its widest point. She was forced to inhale suddenly, having forgotten to breathe while she concentrated on popping out yet another egg to join the growing pile behind her.
She might have fared better if that stupid bird had been around to help.
Instead, there she was, on all fours, popping out another few dozen eggs to hide for Easter. When she'd been approached to take the place of the Easter bunny she'd bee a mixture of amazed, flattered and curious. She hadn't stopped for a second to consider the link between that particular rabbit and the eggs he left around. She'd always assumed they were made in a factory somewhere by underpaid workers. But no, it was pure Easter magic.
Well... perhaps not that pure; the Thanksgiving turkey had only explained their origin after they'd spent a few enjoyable hours 'being introduced'. Now, as she made her way across the globe to leave colorful gifts hidden hither and yon, she cold see why her predecessor wanted a break. It couldn't have been any easier on him.
She calmed herself. taking a deep lungful of air, her surprisingly unswollen stomach rising and falling slowly. She didn't know how many eggs she was carrying, but she seemed a lot like Santa's sack of toys at this point; able to hold an astounding amount without actually looking that heavy.
"Unnf... Ugh"
She grunted again as the egg finally popped out, relived that the hardest part was over yet again. Her whole body shook with pleasure and relief as she tried to enjoy the minor decrease in in sensation as the egg landed softly on the grass below. But she was reminded all to soon that the respite couldn't last, she could already feel another egg lined up, her quivering walls eager to expel it. At least the process was pleasant, almost alarmingly so, but she'd never look at chickens in quite the same way again.
"Ooof... come on me... take it easy..."
She spoke almost aimlessly to herself; more for her own reassurance than anything. Nothing could be done now to stop the inevitable. She supposed that even if she had some assistance it'd be more awkward than anything. She leaned forward slightly to try and find a more stable position and pushed hard as a strangely blissful contraction seemed to flow through her body, one more egg being pushed into her sensitive tunnel.
"Nnnf!"
She felt the multitude of smooth objects moving around inside her as they were pushed hard against their encasement, causing her stomach to swell slightly. She lifted a paw and rubbed it up and down her belly, hoping the soothing gesture would calm her, although it hadn't helped stop the stirring yet. Something was a little amiss, and the newly minted Easter rabbit wasn't quite sure what it was. She gave another hard push, not waiting for a contraction this time, making her body get a move on. This latest egg's travel seemed annoyingly slow. As unusual and enjoyable as this whole exercise had been so far, she just wanted the whole thing to be over sooner rather than later. Time on a holiday was a flexible thing and she couldn't be exactly sure how long it has been Easter night. A few hours? Days? Had she been doing this for the equivalent of months and not realized it? She didn't know, the pleasure of each laying washing over her mind made it hard for her to focus. But the eggnancy had lasted all to long by anyone's watch, now she just wanted the things out so she could go back to her day job of selling candy. If she was ever given an offer to substitute for a holiday again, she'd be sure to tell them where to shove it.
"Hnnn....? Nnnf! A-ahh?-AHHH!"
She gasped, the confused noise turning to a moan, then a yell as she felt herself stretching wider. As the latest egg made it to her sensitive and twitching opening it became apparent that this wasn't her usual delivery. Most of the eggs were, as might be expected, around turkey sized; large enough that she could only hold one in her paw at a time. But every now and then she laid something considerably larger than the rest. Big enough in fact that she needed both hands to hold them, and exceptionally colorful to boot. How she actually managed to lay those she couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. It seemed another was on the way.
"HNNNNNHHH!!!"
"Another one? Goodness... how many are there?"
She yelled again, pushing herself into a kneeling position, tilting her head back and squeezing her paws tight against her now swelled midsection. The sound started out high and descended into a grunting moan as her body was overcome, suddenly feeling astoundingly full, pushed to capacity as she did all she could to push the massive, smooth thing from her body. Looking down she could see it between her legs, bright and polished, stretching her wider. Her entire body shook as she grit her teeth and pushed as hard and long as she could manage. She felt like she could just pop like an overstuffed beanbag chair, but instead an incredible sense of bliss and pleasure flowed through her entire body, making her shake and nearly collapse. She had, the first time this had happened, seemingly an eternity ago. But now she was able to grit her teeth and concentrate, trying to stop herself from losing control. A sultry moan escaped her lips as, with another firm push, the egg began to move, its massive girth stretching her as it slowly but surely moved forward. There was a sensation of incredible, ecstatic pressure before it popped free.
"NNNNN-HAAAAH!!!"
The bunny wailed in pleasure, falling back to all fours as, with a heavy thud, the massive egg joined its fellows on the grass behind her. Her entire body shook as spasms of climax shot through it, making her shiver and feel as weak as if she were made of wet paper. She could barely hold herself up as she struggled to catch her breath, to calm her heart which was pounding loudly in her ears, stop herself from just melting into a brown furry puddle of pleasure on the ground.
The first time, the first time this had happened she'd laid there for longer than she could recall, trying to recover from one of the most unusual, but powerful orgasms of her life. But now, after who knew how many hundreds of 'deliveries' she was much quicker to recover. She pushed herself to kneeling once more as her body still twitched under the aftershocks of yet another peak, and struggled to her feet. She didn't have time to waste laying back and enjoying the odd afterglow; she had eggs to hide and another clutch that would be on the way in just a few minutes.
And her work was far, far from done. She didn't know exactly when the strange, timeless Easter journey would end, but she knew she had a long, long way to go yet. While not as big as Christmas, Easter was no small potatoes. There were a lot of deliveries to make and so very, very many more eggs to lay. It was strange, undignified and exhausting work.
But it was worth it.