Bunny Girl's Easter Harvest [Anniversary Edition]

A few years ago, when I first started writing here, I posted an easter-themed story. As I did with the Shadows Over Holgard series, I've decided to rewrite this story and bring it up to my new standard. I hope you all enjoy!

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Arden woke to the soft rays of early Easter morning, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a sight he hadn't quite expected: a cute bunny girl standing over him. The delicate light of dawn painted her figure, emphasizing her lithe form and the mischievous glint in her eyes. With breasts nearly the size of his head, all Arden could do was gawp at her beautiful caramel skin like a fish.

He offered her a charming smile, a wink of anticipation dancing in his expression, expecting playful banter or perhaps a hint of mischief from the whimsical creature before him. This had to be a dream, after all. Anthropomorphic bunny women weren't real, and if he was having a dream about such a buxom beauty, he wanted nothing more than to bury his head between her tits and swim in her perfectly creamy mocha skin. Little did he know, the morning held a different agenda.

With a sudden jolt, Arden's smile faded into a grimace of sheer agony as the bunny girl delivered a knuckle-busting punch straight down into the pitched tent of his pants. His hands instinctively reached for his tender groin, where pain throbbed like a relentless drumbeat. Her fist somehow managed to squash his delicate orbs, even against the plush pillowtop bed he lay upon.

"Why?" he managed to wheeze, his voice strained with both shock and discomfort, his gaze locking onto her slender legs, which seemed to stretch on for miles.

The bunny girl's response was as cryptic as it was whimsical. "Because it's Easter, silly! And on Easter, the bunny has to get the eggs for hiding! You're a lucky man! I've come for *your* eggs today!" Her words held a playful lilt, but the gravity of the situation was not lost on Arden.

Confusion clouded his features as he struggled to comprehend her cryptic message. "What do you mean, you've come for my eggs?"

A playful wink accompanied her response, her fluffy tail swaying with each movement. "I've come to collect your eggs. You may refer to them as gonads, balls, testicles, useless pain magnets... whatever floats your boat, I suppose," she reiterated, her smile never faltering.

As Arden attempted to make sense of the surreal encounter, the bunny girl's explanation only added to the bewildering puzzle. "Come on now, I've got to get these eggs back before the new day dawns. Easter can't go on without eggs!"

"But, I don't want you to take my eggs. Why me?" Arden's voice wavered, a mixture of disbelief and trepidation coloring his tone.

"Don't be so self-centered. You silly-billy, you're one of many lucky eggholders to be harvested this year, sleepyhead. It's not just me. There's a whole bunch of other beautiful bunnies out there looking for eggs too," the bunny girl explained, her demeanor unwavering in the face of Arden's incredulity.

Arden's mind raced with a flurry of questions, his confusion mounting with each passing moment. "Are you saying there are other bunny girls like you, collecting testicles as eggs for Easter?" A nervous laugh escaped him, his attempts at humor failing to mask the underlying unease that gnawed at his thoughts.

"Yup! You were lucky to be chosen by me!"

As she prodded at his crotch with an unsettling mixture of playfulness and determination, Arden's discomfort reached a crescendo. "Why do you keep calling me lucky? I don't want to give you my balls! Go away!"

The bunny girl's response was as chilling as it was matter-of-fact. "Oh. Well, I'm sorry about that. I can't really leave without eggs. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me?" Her innocent pout belied the gravity of her words, her actions betraying a more sinister intent.

Arden's attempts to break free from the surreal nightmare were met with fierce resistance in the form of her hand clasping in a tight grip around his balls, his struggles only serving to escalate the tension between them. "No, no, no, stop it! Just let me go! Please!"

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as the bunny girl's grip tightened, her relentless assault sending shockwaves of pain through his body. With a sinking feeling of dread, Arden realized the true nature of her intentions.

Arden lunged forward in a desperate attempt to escape. *If I knock her down, I can make a run for it*, he thought to himself. With a small smile the bunny girl's retaliation was swift and merciless; a single, devastating kick brought Arden to his knees, the force of her blow robbing him of breath and leaving him gasping for air. In that moment of excruciating agony, as Arden grappled with the harsh reality of his predicament, he realized that Easter had taken on a whole new meaning—one that would forever change the way he viewed the holiday.

The woman simply smiled down at his writhing form. "You're cute and awfully funny. It would be a terrible thing for you to lose your eggs before they've been properly harvested. Please refrain from any further attempts to rob Easter of this bounty. Won't you please just take a moment to consider someone other than yourself?"

As she spoke, the pad of her foot pressed against his thigh, rubbing it in circles seductively. Arden gasped for breath as he felt her weight press against him, her warmth seeping into his skin despite the throbbing ache in his groin. The intensity of the pain clouded his thoughts, but her touch sent shivers down his spine, a bizarre mix of agony and arousal intertwining within him.

The room spun as he struggled to comprehend the surreal situation unfolding before him. He tried to push her leg away, his hands couldn't believe how powerful her thighs felt against their palms. It made him shiver with fear. As his hands pushed against her, she rolled her eyes and kicked between his hips. He yelped once again, this time she didn't negotiate her position and kept her foot were she could keep pressure against his balls. Each kick left him reeling, his body a battleground between the agony of his violated testicles and the seductive allure of the bunny girl's presence. His face was buried deep between her own thighs, smelling her sweet scent that radiated from her core.

Desperation clawed at the edges of his consciousness as he attempted to roll away, seeking refuge from the relentless assault on his manhood. But her foot pressed tightly against his slowly swelling sac, holding him captive in a winding tunnel of agony and desire.

"Arrrgh!! My balls! Fuck!" he cried out, the words torn from his lips in a primal scream of anguish. Yet, even as the pain threatened to consume him, there was an undeniable undercurrent of forbidden pleasure coursing through his veins.

Her laughter, once light and teasing, transformed into a primal growl, a predatory glint dancing in her eyes as she reveled in his torment. "You know, I didn't think I would enjoy this part of the process as much as I am. I'm almost happy you haven't been as compliant as I'd hoped." With each futile attempt to escape, he sank deeper into the web she'd woven around him, ensnared by her intoxicating presence. Despite the agony, despite the chaos raging within, there was a primal instinct urging him to yield to her, to surrender to the irresistible allure of the forbidden.

"Here, let me show you my gratitude." With ease, she hooked her arms under his own and scooped him up to his feet. "This is my first harvest, so let me thank you with this."

"hu-? Wha?"

His words faltered as she drew near, her lips tantalizingly close, a promise of ecstasy mingling with the raw intensity of the moment. The kiss ignited a fire within him, a primal hunger that eclipsed the pain, drawing him ever closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her touch lingered, a fleeting caress that left him yearning for more, a hunger that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. And as she pulled away, leaving him breathless and bewildered, there was a lingering sense of longing, a silent plea echoing in the depths of his soul.

"Now then, may I harvest your eggs, Mister?"

"Yes," he murmured, his voice a whisper lost in the darkness. "Take what you came for." But even as the words left his lips, a flicker of regret across his expression. Had he really said that? No, surely he wouldn't....

"Really?! Oh, thank you!" Arden's world shattered as the bunny girl crushed his testicles with another merciless blow, the relentless assault on his most intimate parts sending shockwaves of agony coursing through his body. She giggled and clapped for joy at this. He gasped for air, his pleas falling on deaf ears as the bunny mistress continued her cruel dance of dominance.

The weight of her knee pressed down on his crushed testicles after a follow-up to her kick. Desperation clawed at the edges of his consciousness, a primal instinct urging him to cease yielding to her demands, to fight against the inevitable. He quickly cupped her breasts in his palms and gave her as powerful a shove as he could muster, which only barely moved her away from him. She pouted, looking almost disappointed.

"Please, please, please... I'll do anything..." his voice wavered, the words a desperate plea for mercy amidst the chaos.

"Anything?" she mused, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Then why do you resist? Why do you deny me what is rightfully mine?"

"Anything but that... Please..." his words trailed off, a silent prayer lost in the darkness of the room.

"Sorry, but that's the only thing I'm here for," she declared, her voice dropping with the finality of a gavel. "Now, if you would be so kind as to cooperate. It would save us both a lot of trouble."

With trembling hands, Arden resigned with his back to the wall, his gaze locked on the bunny mistress towering before him. Fear and resignation mingled in the depths of his soul, a silent acceptance of his fate. His head fell to his chest and he let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, what must I do?"

"For starters, I think it's time we start getting you ready for the egg harvest," she announced, her tone sending shivers down his spine.

"What do you mean? How can I help?" he forced the words past his lips, a feeble attempt to appease his tormentor.

"Very well," she replied, her voice a chilling echo in the dim light of the room. "In order to prepare you, I'm going to need to soften and enlarge the eggs so that they can be easily harvested."

Arden's heart plummeted at her words, a sinking realization of the horrors yet to come. And as her foot ascended with soul-crushing force, he surrendered to the darkness, his world consumed by agony and despair. The impact rang out like a courtroom being corralled, she *would* have order and her will was law here.

Arden's cries echoed in the room as the bunny girl ground her foot into his balls, each movement sending shockwaves of pain through his body. Tears welled in his eyes as he pleaded for mercy, his voice trembling with desperation amidst the relentless torment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please, please don't hurt me anymore!" he begged, his heart pounding with fear and anguish. "I can't take it anymore!"

But the bunny girl only smirked, her lips curling with sadistic amusement as she reveled in his suffering.

"Sorry, but I must collect these eggs for Easter," she reminded, her voice laced with cruel delight. "I can't let you quit now. Just focus on me, darling. Let your eyes distract you from the pain. You may gaze upon my beautiful form." She smiled at him, pushing her arms together to balloon her tits even more. The canyon of cleavage bounced rhythmically to her kicks and the sound of his balls being plastered repeatedly almost seemed to drown away as he let himself be mesmerized by the pendulous jugs swaying in his view.

"No! Nooo..." he protested weakly, his resolve crumbling under the relentless assault on his senses. Arden struggled to tear his gaze away from her enticing figure, the sway of her hips tempting him even amidst the torment.

"Don't worry, darling," she chuckled, her voice dripping with sinister allure. "Your eggs are swelling up nicely. It'll all be over soon."

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh please!" Arden rambled deliriously, his mind clouded with agony and desperation. His body slowly slipped down the wall.

"It's okay, it's okay," she soothed mockingly, quietly adjusting her repeated nut-blasting kicks to accommodate his newly seated position. "Just relax and enjoy the show."

"But...but...!" his words trailed off in a haze of pain and despair the wall behind him drumming as her toes slammed between his legs.

Arden squealed in anguish as she stomped down hard in frustration at his whining, the force of her blow stealing his breath once again. She glared at him, her expression stern yet tinged with satisfaction.

"Now that's enough!" she snapped, her tone sharp with irritation. "If you make me angry and I crush your balls, I won't be able to harvest them properly, and I'll be very upset. I'm doing my best to be nice and accommodating. So please, quiet down and stop complaining. I'm almost finished!"

Gritting his teeth viciously, Arden summoned every ounce of willpower to endure the unbearable pain. With each agonizing moment, he focused on the swollen state of his tortured balls, knowing it was the only way to end this harrowing ordeal.

Arden managed to squeak out, "Are you almost done? Are you nearly there?"

"Almost... yes, I think I've got everything ready. Just need to put some things in place first."

As she stepped off his balls, she scolded him as he tried to curl away into the fetal position. "Ah-ahh! We're nearly complete with the harvest. I need you to do one last thing for me while I prepare for the egg-straction~ Teehee!"

Arden groaned as he felt the pressure building up inside of him. The bunny girl was right, his balls were getting too big for him to move comfortably, and it would be a shame if they exploded when she took them.

"What must I do?" he asked in agony.

"Please stand up against the wall, push your hips up and away from the wall so that I have a clear shot. I'm going to kick them at an angle from directly below, where I'll kick the sac clean off. It's mostly painless, it'll happen so fast. You'll be sore afterward, but at the moment of severance, it'll be mostly just like pulling off a scab. A clean kick severs the nerves swiftly, and you'll recover quickly."

Arden started sweating nervously as he leaned forward, "Okay..."

The bunny girl looked at him with a smile, "Good boy! Hang in there Arden, we're almost at the finish line!" she helped him to his feet, where she let him stumble and waddle forward while she stretched and flexed, firing a few practice kicks through the air.

*She's beautiful. As strong as she is gorgeous*, Arden thought as he pushed his hips up while leaning against the wall. "I'm ready..." Arden squeaks out as his eyes close and he lets out a long sigh of relief.

His dick twitches violently as he feels the blood rush to his head. Arden can't believe how good this feels, just finally letting go.

The bunny girl begins to walk towards him, "Oh, I see you're ready now. Let's finish this." She grabs Arden's hand and squeezes it tightly before letting it go, "Thank you for being so willing and helpful. This could have gone a lot worse today," she giggles, as Arden leans back against the wall and thrusts his hips up and toward her.

"I'm glad that you were kind enough to keep giving me a chance," Arden says.

The bunny girl smiles, "Okay, I'm ready. Are you ready?"

Arden nods to her, closing his eyes as he thinks about his final moments having testicles.

He thinks of all the good times he had, the wonderful sex, the late nights jerking off. Arden recalls the moment he first saw the bunny lady this morning, how hot she looked, and how incredibly soft her lips were. As he thinks about all this, the bunny girl starts to take careful aim, swinging her foot up to touch Arden's sac once, twice to get the distance perfect. His mind is keenly focused on the good times he'd spent with his balls and how they might continue to bring good times after today. It was Easter, after all, and kids everywhere would enjoy the holiday. Arden smiles to himself. But then, he realizes that all those moments are going to be the last and that no more memories will be made. He thinks to himself, maybe he can make one more memory right here, right now with the bunny girl. She'd been so kind, so helpful before that maybe, just maybe, she would let him fuck her and cum inside her one last time before she harvests his eggs.

He thinks this and smiles to himself, pulling his hips back down and opening his eyes to gaze upon her beautiful form once more. As his eyes open, he sees that her foot is already mid-flight and his hips are coming down from their intended spot. As the soft, furry toes of the bunny girl's foot collide flush with the meaty, bloated center of Arden's ball sac, he feels the intensely acute pain boring through him like a gunshot. The arcing travel path of her foot meeting dead center into his ballbag, the thick, protective shell crumpling like paper under the sheer strength of her leg as his right testicle ripples first, rupturing and crunching inside his sac which causes his cock to fire a hot sticky string of cum through the air as his face contorts into something like a horror movie. The string of cum splattering against the hardwood floor of Arden's bedroom and her extended leg, up her thigh, and even onto her stomach and tits. She looks appalled and betrayed, turning from shock to anger as her foot obliterates Arden's right ball and severely bruises the left. Her eyes widen and she steps backward away from Arden, but not fast enough to avoid his cum shower.

"What the fuck?! I told you not to move!" she growls at him, ignoring the pained and anguished look on his face as he can barely squeak out a reply. His stomach lurched as though he was on the verge of blowing chunks.

"I.. Ahh.. My.. Ball.. ohmygodithurtssobad..."

"Ugh! You fucking idiot! How could you do this, after all I've done for you?!"

Suddenly, the bunny girl's foot drops from Arden's right testicle, which doesn't reform or refill to its original shape as she had clearly already ruined it. He feels himself start to slide down the wall for a single moment before he screams horridly as he is pushed up the wall like a weight rising to hit the bell at a carnival, by the force of her second kick that lands flush with his swollen left testicle. Arden's body spasms violently as he feels the exquisite pain of his left testicle warping in an almost slow-motion-like fashion. Much to his dismay, it doesn't shatter instantly, which means that the bunny girl gets to kick it again while he's still reeling from the first exploded teste.

The bunny girl lowers her leg swiftly, staring at Arden with an expression of disgust and rage, before planting her feet firmly and swinging her powerful leg up between his legs violently as she screams in frustration. "Fucking disgusting idiot!"

Her furry bunny foot collides perfectly against Arden's last testicle. It explodes instantly within the sac, obvious by his inhuman squabbling and a second spray of pinkish cum as his sac looks horribly bruised, the spraying semen lands with a splatter over her entire upper body which seems to only anger her as she unleashes a final barrage of kicks to Arden's bloated, useless sac that once held his testicles.

She lets out a triumphant yell and then turns around to leave, leaving Arden there alone on the floor. With her back turned to him, she walks towards the door to leave him in weeping agony. "You fucking ruined Easter, asshole. I hope you enjoy being an eggless bitch the rest of your life."