I nod. “Yeah. So how about you get into that bunny suit and fuck me, that way tomorrow, you can relax a little during the event.”
He thumps his foot on the ground as I tug my sweatshirt off over my head, his eyes lingering on my breasts. “I can’t relax around you, not until I’ve bred and mated you, and made you mine. But I think you’re right. If I have the honor of boning you hard tonight, maybe tomorrow will be easier.”
I take my pants off, standing in front of my bunny completely naked. “And after, we can mate,ritually.” I step toward Jack and run my fingers over his shoulders, feeling his flesh turn to fur beneath my touch. “Then I’m yours forever, Hopper, baby.”
He leaps into the suit, careful not to catch his heavy sac and thick erection. “Oh, say it again, Esther,” he preens, stepping toward me as he flips up the hoodie, faux ears standing tall.
“Tomorrow we can mate, ritually,” I repeat, a sly smile curving my lips. With just a foot between us, Jack reaches out and cups my face.
My eyes never leave his, even when his hand transforms in a paw along my cheek, the warm flesh turning to heated fur in a matter of moments. “I can’t believe I finally found you. After all of these years of looking, sniffing, and hopping around… you’re finally here.”
Bending at the waist, I press my ass into the furry suit, wiggling until I feel the hard length of him. “I can’t wait,” I admit, continuing to tease him as I writhe and moan. “When you fucked me with the carrot under the table, I thought nothing else could feel so good. Then you tied me up in whiskers and ears and I saw stars, Jack.” He reaches into the suit, fishing his cock out between buttonholes. I can’t look away from the huge paw pumping the thickest, most beautiful erection I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I press my palm to my belly, still bent over, and blink back at him in awe. “I feel something,” I explain, but find myself unsure of how to articulate what I feel.
“That’s fate, that warmth in your belly, the excitement spilling through you. That’s fate. That’s being with your mate,” he says softly, his voice still raspy and seductive. He notches the wide head of his sex at my hole, and his pink nose twitches. “Your pussy smells like heaven,” he says, slapping his paw over my ass. “I can smell how much you want me, the way I smelled cinnamon sizzling on the pages of those books. I can smell you, your desire, and it’s why I can’t stop shifting around you. You’re my mate, my match, my everything, Esther.”
I nod my head, but face forward, gripping the edge of the table as Jack sinks into me from behind. “Oh, Hopper,” I moan, calling him by the right name for who he is right now. I love that I have two incredible partners wrapped in one, transformativepackage. I’m lucky, and had it not been for Chelsey, I wouldn’t have found the love of my life.
But right now, I can’t think of all that mushy stuff.
His paw comes down on my ass, this time a little wet, making my rear sting in the best ways. Heavy, furry balls slap my clit as he fucks me hard and fast, so fast that when I peer back over my shoulder, he’s almost a blur of motion.
“Fuck like bunnies,” he breathes, whiskers sliding over my back, wrapping around my throat with the perfect amount of pressure. “That’s what we’ll do, that’s all we’ll do because you’re mine, Esther, and I’m gonna fill your basket with babies.”
Another paw swat as his velveteen ears curve over my eyes, blindfolding me as he pounds into me relentlessly, hitting every magical spot in a way a carrot never could.
“Can’t wait,” he groans, “until I have you in the fields, lavender everywhere, the moon dripping over your naked body on all fours, in the ritual position, my furry cock buried deep, forever bonding us as mates.”
His cock is heavy and huge, relentlessly pushing me to the edge of desire then dragging me back with each stroke, over and over. “Hopper,” I moan, “please, put me on all fours, you’re so big, ohmygod,” I breathe out, my mind growing fuzzy from all the furry delight.
“You can’t be in that position until we mate tomorrow. Only bonded mates can utilize the ritual position,” he explains as his whiskers tighten along my pulse. Peeling one hand off the edge of the table, I finger the wiry whiskers at the throat. Heat explodes inside me at the kinky feel of him choking me so perfectly, at the way his fuzzy balls hit my clit, nudging me closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Choke me and fuck me, Hopper, please! I need that fat bunny cock,” I moan, my legs shaking, desire unspooling in my belly. Hopper thrusts deeper, a groan so loud erupting fromhim that the cottage rattles, and the carrot soup on the stove splashes.
“Esther!” he roars, my name a delicious promise from his furry lips. “Esther, Esther, oh God!” His orgasm spreads through my insides, leaving me hot and achy. I snap my eyes closed and focus on the furry cock throbbing and pulsing inside me, filling me so much release that I blink down and find it pooling beneath us on the floor.
Reaching back, I smooth my fingers through the hair on Hopper’s thigh, trying to calm him post-orgasm. Behind me, he groans and grunts, his cock still spitting and twitching lazily inside me. “I came so hard,” I breathe, feeling the fur turn to skin beneath my fingers. Jack slides out, and his slippery cock hits his thigh with a slap.
“I’m glad we told my sister about you, and us.” I smile at my love as he cleans me up, his bunny nose making an appearance every few seconds as he fights shifting yet again. “And I’m glad we can stay here. That makes me happy, for you, but for me, too.”
Jack smiles. “C’mon, lets get you back to Chelsey’s and get you to bed. Tomorrow is the day you’ve been working so hard for. We need you to be well-rested.”
I rock to my nose and kiss his nose, wet and cold. “Tomorrow is for us, too.”
Before my eyes, Jack transforms to Hopper, one leg thumping wildly, cock lying hard on the floor. “I can’t even think about it if I’m going to get through the Eggstravaganza.”
Jack walks me home. But I hardly sleep a wink because all I can think about is the mating ritual tomorrow.
9
“I’m not just saying this,” Jack says, flipping up the mask beneath his bunny suit. I hand him a bottle of water and he tips it back, taking a drink. “But this is honestly the best Eggstravaganza yet.”
Smiling, I point out the obvious. “Yeah, it could be, but to be fair, this is your first year actually participating. You’re usually lingering in the carrot fields, you know?”
He passes the water back to me and grins. “That’s true.” One quick peck of my lips has whiskers erupting from his face, and he quickly flips the mask down in response. “You gave me life here in Carrot Creek, Esther, and I can’t wait for tonight.”
The mask moves as Jack sniffs, leaning in, his voice gravelly in my ear when he adds, “I can smell you’re excited for tonight, too.”
