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If you asked any normal, sane person if they preferred sunrises or sunsets, they always chose sunsets. Most of that had to do with the fact that most people saw countless sunsets and slept in through the sunrises. For Ezra, he almost always got to witness both. Dark black curtains shifted ever so slightly with the pre-dawn breeze, the window thrown open from when the teenager climbed out onto the roof. He'd bundled up in layers, with a short sleeve shirt over a long sleeve one and his thickest hoodie over that.

Ezra sat down on the gentle slope, peering over the roofs of his neighbor's houses to the city beyond. The lonely streetlights had been glowing all night, keeping vigil over the sleeping masses. Only a few cars traveled the roads like lonely nomads. Ezra's dark blue eyes scanned the horizon, studying the subtle shift from black to indigo, then perriwinkle. There was no trace of the sun and yet it was already transforming the heavens. A few of the lights in the buildings downtown snapped on, speckling the cityscape with hints of the waking world.

A soft sigh escaped Ezra's lips, the breath turning to vapor as it spilled over the silver metal rings on either side of his puffy bottom lip. Normally as soon as the sun was up, he'd go to bed and sleep until almost sunset... but this wasn't an ordinary day. His parents would insist on him attending the family Easter celebration. As the oldest child of his father and his brothers, it was his duty. It also happened to be his Birthday, though that detail was undoubtedly going to be an afterthought once again.

No child enjoyed sharing their birthday with a holiday. It was too easy to get lost in the shuffle. Even when his birthday fell a few days away from Easter, his religious family rarely focused on anything else. Sometimes it was easier to picture himself as being adopted, but if it hadn't been for the black hair dye, his blond hair was the same shade as his father, his uncles and his cousins. He'd had to cultivate being the black sheep of the family, although some parts had come naturally.

When Ezra had first heard some talk show talking about insomnia and depression, he'd been shocked at how obvious it seemed. When he'd been younger he had wanted so much to go to bed on time, to wake up, to not be tired. The idea that staying up late was stealing back time, time when one wasn't held to the duties or responsibilities or expectations of others, it just clicked. It was the time that Ezra could be himself - though he always had to pay the price when he inevitably slept in the next day. Today he didn't have that luxury. It was easier to stay up and endure the Easter celebration than to try and sleep a little and wake up again. One way or another, he'd make it through.

The sun still hadn't reached the horizon, but as it crept ever closer, it painted the sky in colors no waking mortal would have expected. There were shades of brown, yellow and even green. Ezra's pierced lips pursed a little as he realized those were Easter colors... More cars set out on the roads, more buildings snapped to life downtown. There was the distant rattle and clatter of a train lumbering through the early hours, transporting precious cargo in shells coated in thick graffiti. Maybe that's what he'd try being today... Maybe he'd be the good son, taking part in Easter despite being too colorful on the outside. Maybe he wouldn't be the bad egg of the family for once, even if he looked different. The teenager lifted his wrist and pulled back his sleeve. The smart watch lit up as it indicated the time.

"Happy Birthday, Ezra." he said softly to himself as he turned eighteen years old by the second. Once more his arm lowered and wrapped around his bent knees as he looked out across the city. For a few more minutes it would be his and his alone, slave to no expectations or duties, no one to disappoint. He wanted to enjoy every second he could.

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Ezra had survived the first trial of the day. He'd worn a gunmetal gray button up shirt with a black tie and black slacks. His mohawk had been wet down, almost allowing it to blend with the shorter hair on the sides of his head. He'd taken out his lip rings, but some had still stared, especially when he was seated among his bubbly and pleasant brothers and cousins. He'd peeled his church clothes off in the minivan as if they were burning his skin and by the time they made it to his uncle's property, he had emerged in his customary wardrobe. As Ezra leaned against a fence, there was no denying he was the black sheep of the family.

Laughter carried on the wind as his brothers and cousins scoured the farm and orchard for eggs. While Ezra had returned to the creature comforts of his black and gray clothing, his relatives had donned matching pastel tie-dye t-shirts celebrating the family egg-fest. They bounded across grassy fields, searched around the old lake, and ran down row after row of hazelnut trees. Seeing the blond hair glistening in the sunlight, the pale melange of colors on the shirts, the smiles spread across their sun-kissed faces - even their triumphant shouts as they found dyed eggs tucked away up in tree boughs and hidden under the new spring growth of carrots... it made Ezra feel something unexpected. He felt jealous.

Rather than facing his feelings, Ezra turned and took an out of the way route past the house. While the kids were on the Easter egg hunt, the dads were comparing cars by the garage and the moms were busy laying out an elaborate picnic lunch across a half dozen picnic benches outside. That made the old lake one of the only places that he could find any privacy. Step by step, his uncle's influence seemed to fall away. Well tended crops were replaced by wild grasses, then patches where fall leaves had been left fallow.

Far away from the farm house and the fields, on the opposite side of the property from the orchard, an over-sized pond rested beneath the outstretched canopy of trees. Winter-soaked fallen leaves plastered the rickety dock stretching over the dubious water while moss covered cement benches blended into the greenery. Somewhere at the bottom of the pond was an old sunken row-boat and the descendants of a few ancient fish clung on to life. The kids had always called it 'the old lake' because of how ancient it felt, and honestly because the pond seemed a lot larger as a kid.

Ezra walked around the edge of the lake, balancing on a natural ridge that acted like a sort of rim when the water level was high. It was peaceful and calm, serene, somewhere Ezra could be himself. Ezra even dared to smile a little, although he froze as something caught the corner of his eye. It was a shock of color that didn't belong, but one that Ezra was drawn to as an orienting stimulus.

In the middle of the woods, perched on a moss covered boulder, was a vibrant purple velvet covered Easter basket stuffed with black Easter grass. The clear cellophane was printed with silver foil in star shapes, but there were enough gaps to reveal the candy inside. Ezra approached in disbelief, his eyes darting from midnight snickers to dark chocolate KitKats and Reeses. The crown jewel, however, had to be the chocolate egg wrapped in purple foil. Despite walking up to it, Ezra stopped short of reaching out or touching it.

It had to be for him, didn't it? Who else would have even dreamed of a purple and black Easter basket? But why was it out here, so far away from the house? Did they know he wouldn't have gone Easter egg hunting like his cousins? Did they know he would have embarrassed hanging out with the little kids when they tore into their own baskets? Ezra felt seen and recognized in a way that he hadn't had before. His eyes glistened a little as he grabbed the basket and started tearing into the cellophane.

Mindful of the environment, Ezra tucked the plastic into his pocket so it wouldn't blow away or end up in the lake. His fingers traced across the bounty of sweets, his painted nails blending in with the black Easter grass. The first to fall was a KitKat. The wrapper was stuffed into Ezra's pocket as his teeth broke through the crispy layers of chocolate and wafer. It was a sweet treat to be sure, but it almost felt too light, too airy. Ezra's stomach growled a little once it had been primed with the idea of sustenance.

Normally Ezra was a little more reserved, saving the best for last... but this wasn't a normal day. This was a special occasion and Ezra was going to live it up. His hand went right to the crown jewel of the basket, lifting the chocolate egg from its resting place in the center. To his surprise, it was heavy - incredibly heavy. Most people developed a muscle memory for the density of chocolate as they grew up, whether it was from Halloween candy or Easter. Ezra knew the egg wasn't hollow, or rather it wasn't full of air.

In the same way that some people tried to save Christmas wrapping paper, Ezra felt a little bad as he peeled the foil back from the egg. To his amazement, the chocolate inside was pitch black. It was waxy like chocolate, imprinted with a festive pattern of lines and stars, but as dark as night. Ezra leaned in carefully, sniffing at it. He could smell the cacao, the sharp unmistakable bitter-savory scent of the darkest chocolates. Deciding to take the plunge, Ezra spread his lips over the top of the egg and bit down.

The chocolate resisted for just a moment before it snapped. Pieces broke into his mouth, followed after by a thick, gooey, stringy fondant like cream. Ezra opened his eyes just long enough to look at the cream and see it was black too, staining his lips with a hint of purple. He licked them clean before he let out a long, lingering sigh of bliss. Was that the thrill ova-raptors had in finding their eggs in a juicy dinosaur egg? Ezra wasn't sure. He leaned in and bit off a little more, slurping up more of the cream before he sighed happily. It tasted so good, but it was just about the richest thing he'd ever tasted. Deciding to save the treat for later, he carefully closed the foil back up over the broken egg to cover the gap, returning it to its resting spot in the basket.

"You found it... I'm so relieved." A voice cut through the stillness like a gunshot, making Ezra jump as he turned to see an unfamiliar young man roughly his own age. The youth had dusty brown hair, almost grayish brown. His green t-shirt hugged his lean torso tightly, showing off what modest pecs and abs he had while his shorts betrayed very strong calves. He seemed to be a hiker or jogger of some sort. His fingers glinted with an assortment of metal rings and his eyes were a vibrant, earthy shade of green.

"You left this here, for me?" Ezra asked hesitantly, still licking a bit of the rich creme from his lips. Why would a stranger have left him anything, let alone something so perfect.

"I did. I knew it was a long shot, but you seemed to wind up out here the last few years." The young man said, approaching around the edge of the lake.

"I don't... I mean..." Ezra stammered, not sure how to say what was occurring to him in that moment. The other young man smirked, his nose wrinkling up.

"You don't remember me and you're confused?" he asked. Ezra nodded.

"I feel terrible. This is the best present anyone's ever gotten me." Ezra said softly.

The other young man grinned.

"Even though it's just candy?" he asked. Ezra shook his head.

"It's not just candy. It's... it's being seen and recognized, it's being acknowledged." Ezra said. The young man reached up, startling Ezra as he put his hand on the goth's cheek. Despite the surprise, Ezra didn't pull away.

"It's more than that, even. It's an invitation." the teenager said. Ezra's eyes widened.

"An invitation to what?" he whispered. The other teen grinned.

"To enjoy the gifts of spring, to feel the heat of a new day,... to be the kind of animal you were meant to be. It's an invitation to me." he whispered.

"I don't even know your name..." Ezra whispered. Once more the brown haired boy grinned, betraying slightly buck teeth.

"I guess that's a fair point, I'm Pete. I live nearby." he said. Ezra leaned his cheek into the hand.

"Ezra." he replied gently, "So you're sort of a neighbor?" He asked. Pete nodded.

"A neighbor that saw a cute goth boy come to the lake every year to be by himself even though the rest of his family breeds like rabbits. I thought I wanted to be your friend, and this seemed like the easiest way." Pete said. Ezra looked up at the green eyes of his companion.

"I don't have many friends." He admitted. The other smiled.

"You only need one good one." he whispered before he leaned in, bringing his lips to Ezra's. The kiss was electric, not to mention sweet. It made Ezra's hair stand up on end, his spine shivering with potential. His toes curled and uncurled in his shoes. He murmured as the kiss lingered and lasted until it was obvious that they needed air. After some time, they broke the kiss and Ezra gasped, taking a few pants before grinning.

"You're amazing..." Ezra whispered. The other boy grinned, pressing forward until they were groin to groin. Ezra's eyes widened.

"I want it to be more than amazing. I want you to breed me like a rabbit too. So to speak." Pete grinned. Ezra shuddered.

"Right here, right now?" he asked. Pete nodded eagerly. Ezra let out a shuddering huff as he started to pull off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the ground before fumbling with his pants. Pete's fingers helped, unclasping the button and playing with the zipper before drawing it down. Ezra could barely keep up, surprise showing on his face as his manhood was extracted, fed through the fly of the jeans. Pete's rings were both cool and hot to the touch somehow as his hand coiled around Ezra's member.

Ezra's back arched as someone else's hand rose and fell along his cock. It wasn't just anyone else's though, it was another boy's, another eighteen or nineteen year old. He was living the fantasy he'd never even said out loud. He was living the secret he'd been hiding from his religious family. He wasn't just different because he was a goth, he was different because he was gay. Pete jerked him off with skill and grace, but Ezra didn't want to be greedy. He maneuvered himself to try and assist, unclasping the button on Pete's shorts. They slunk down, revealing a pert, bubble butt. Each globe was plump and full and well rounded - not to mention bare. He had gone commando, avoiding the need for underwear.

"You really were eager to see me, weren't you?" Ezra panted. Pete just grinned, resting his tongue against his bigger two middle teeth before he let go of Ezra's rod and backed up, using those muscled ass cheeks to press against his hard cock.

"Let's just say I was hoping someone would fill my basket full." Pete said. Ezra took another breath, trying to collect himself. He'd watched porn and read stories, but this was the real thing. This was it...

Ezra leaned in, inhaling the scent from Pete's neck. He smelled like nature, with aromas of hay and dirt and possibly carrots? It was hard to place, but it was nice. Ezra placed a kiss on the flesh there as his hands sunk down to Pete's hips. The goth got a good hold, massaging his sides before he pulled back. Gravity pulled Ezra's hard shaft down until it was perpendicular, lined up and as ready as he was going to be.

"Happy Easter." Ezra said before he began to push forward. Pete's green eyes squeezed shut as he tipped his head back, letting out an audible moan of pleasure. He felt his tight, plump ring of muscle stretch and expand over the head of Ezra's cock. It pried him open little by little until the resistance dropped and Ezra slid inside/ Ezra moaned at that, leaning in to kiss the nape of Pete's neck, loving that pressure and heat and depth he'd just found.

"Go deeper, go all the way down the rabbit hole." Pete whispered. Ezra was more than happy to obey, pushing down in. Inch after inch sunk, almost feeling as if his cock was being massaged by the depths of this neighbor. As nice as it was to be inside of Pete, instinct started to percolate in Ezra's mind. He drew back and then slid in again, thrusting just as deep and then just a bit deeper. He began to build on that, sliding in and out, in and out. A little faster, a little harder. Each thrust claimed a bit more.

"Oh you're so good at this... Fuck me, you dark stud!" Pete moaned. Ezra's nose crinkled a bit at that as he huffed in and out.

"You want my cock, don't you? You want it so deep in you..." Ezra whispered. Pete whined.

"I need it, I need you to pound me!" He groaned. Ezra growled a bit, grabbing on tighter. He shifted his weight back and forth from the toes to the ball of his feet, wobbling forward and back. His toes gripped, toenails digging into the foam of his shoes as he tried to stay balanced. Each rock forward and back seemed to bring more blood to his extremities, forcing his toes to tighten and firm up.

Pete didn't intend on going anywhere, but he did manage to turn and lean forward, planting his ringed fingers on the nearest boulder for support. It forced his posture to toughen and tighten, giving Ezra more resistance. Ezra nearly howled at that, watching his partner with glee. He looked so perfect, bent over against the boulder, taking a cock like a champ. Ezra groaned even more, throwing his head back, panting.

"If you keep up with this, there's no going back..." Pete moaned.

"I don't want to go back. This is the best I've ever felt..." Ezra moaned.

"You'd give up everything to be with me?" Pete asked. Ezra shuddered more, sweat beading across his forehead. His body tingled with electricity. His muscles felt hot and his cock was red hot as it plunged in and out of the other boy's hole.

"There isn't anything to give up, not anything that was worth anything. You are everything to me. I want you, I want this!" Ezra moaned. Pete closed his eyes, leaning his head down toward the boulder. As Ezra held onto Pete's hips, his fingers started to feel a strange soft, silky, almost velvety feel beneath his fingers. The ass cheeks slapping against his groin with each thrust were soft and fuzzy as well. Ezra opened his eyes and looked at his partner, his eyes suddenly opening wide in shock.

Every muscle, every curve, every supple detail of Pete's body was the same... but it was covered in a short, thick layer of dusty brown fur. A fluffy pom-pom tail wiggled just above where Ezra's hard cock plunged into his partner's greedy ass. Long, limp brown ears draped down across Pete's back, contrasting his green t-shirt. Short claws scraped against the boulder and whiskers twitched as his face twisted into expressions of lust and pleasure. Ezra looked down, realizing that Pete hadn't been wearing shoes to begin with and now his huge, full, plump feet were on full display.

Bunny... Rabbit... Hare... No matter what word Ezra thought of, Pete fit. He more than fit, it was the perfect fit. Ezra pulled back away from the rabbit, groaning suddenly as his rock hard cock felt like it was being stretched. It pulled out almost all the way of Pete's ass, the shaft sliding out further and bloating out wider than ever before. Ezra was shocked by how big his cock was, but even more shocked at how it almost hurt to pull out of Pete. His fingers dug into his partner's furry hips before he thrust in, impaling Pete deeply, both males screaming out in pleasure.

"What... is... happening?" Ezra moaned, pulling back and thrusting again. Despite questioning it, he wasn't stopping. If anything, the goth was doubling down. He thrust in harder and harder, shaking Pete's body with each impact.

"I saw you a few years ago, apart from the others, disconnected from your family, just like me...." Pete began, "I knew we could be friends, or maybe even more." he moaned.

"And you left the basket for me..." Ezra panted, "Purple and black and the darkest chocolate, something just for me. That's so fucking romantic." he groaned. Each thrust seemed to leave his cock larger than it had been before, making Ezra feel more and more powerful with each additional inch. Even his balls were swinging between Pete's legs, growing heavier and fuller as his balls swelled and his prostate grew inside his pelvis.

"I love a fucking romantic... But like I said, there's no going back." Pete moaned, looking over his shoulder at Ezra, his big green eyes studying as the goth's face already showed the first signs of shifting. His nose seemed puffy, spreading out a little wider above his pierced lips. The skin prickled before it broke as clear whiskers began to emerge, pushing out steadily. Ezra moaned again, though his whole face felt like it was numb and tingling at the same time.

Blood swirled around inside of Ezra's body like dark magic. His teeth throbbed in time with his heart, his cheek bones felt molten and his ears felt oddly cold, even numb. The strange sensations pushed to the extreme until all of Ezra's hearing fell away. There was no sound of wind, of wet and lewd thrusting of a cock into a hungry ass, not even the birds singing in trees. He only heard a faint, muffled thumping of his heart in his chest. Pete wished he could crane his head around long enough to watch Ezra's ears melt away into his skull, the sides of his head going smooth, but he collapsed against the boulder, all but hugging it in order to stay upright.

Drool dribbled from Pete's puffy lips as his lover's cock pushed in so deep that his fit, flat stomach bulged out with each thrust. One paw reached to rest where Ezra's cock head deformed the surface so exquisitely. Pete's large paw suddenly twitched, thumping the ground once, twice, and then it was off to the races. The pitter-pat of the paw was unstoppable as if it took on a mind of its own. He clenched down, his lower intestines massaging and coaxing Ezra.

Ezra's sweat sparkled in the sunlight filtering through the canopy. He threw his head back, his black hair fluttering in the breeze. The goth felt a bit dizzy and disoriented, even off balance. Pressures were shifting and moving in his head. When his hearing suddenly returned, it was almost a shock to his system. Once more he could hear the lake, the birds and their wet and wild lovemaking. Even more than that, he could hear them more clearly. The goth dug his fingers tighter into Pete's hips, eliciting a painful yet pleasurable yip from the brown bunny. Ezra looked down in a lust-drunk stupor to see that his black painted nails had stretched out into short claws.

Pete's assertion that there was no doing back was clearly evident. Ezra didn't feel as if he was in control of his own body movements. His thrusts were on autopilot. His hands roamed and clung on their own accord. His spine and neck and head all swiveled as if in some dance choreographed and puppeteered by some invisible spirit. Ezra's new hearing came with new ears as the long, limp flaps of flesh descended down the back of his head, coated in the finest, softest black fur Pete had ever seen.

Ezra's clear whiskers twitched, now at least four inches long on either side. His nose wrinkled up as it took on a cunicular, rabbit-like shape. It looked strange in bare flesh, but the expression of his new form wasn't naked for long. Like a shadow spreading across the landscape at sunset, a darkness blossomed across Ezra's cheeks. It would have been considered stubble by some if not for how perfectly soft it was. The black fur spread from where the goth's hairline ended, sweeping down along his jaw bone and around his lips. It was the same impossibly soft as the fur on his now shoulder-length ears.

The sex was perfect, as good as Pete had imagined... but if there's anything he learned from his family, it was how to be a good partner. He lifted one foot paw up against the boulder, bracing himself before he suddenly pushed off. Ezra wobbled in surprise, not expecting the sudden movement, but Pete had flung himself around with the poise and grace of a cirque du soleil dancer. He managed to pivot around Ezra's shaft, bringing a leg down to rest on his partner's left hip. The two looked each other eye to eye until Ezra grabbed onto the goth's shoulders and lifted his other leg.

As the one leg went up, the brown bunny went down. Gravity pulled him squarely to the base of Ezra's cock. Ezra's deep blue eyes were wide but a grin crossed Pete's muzzle. He locked his legs around Ezra's waist and began to push himself up before letting himself sink back down. Ezra's eyes rolled into the back of his head even as fur swept up around his eyes and covered his forehead, feeling Pete hop up and down his bunny trail.

To say that the two were going at it like rabbits would have been an understatement. Pete was riding Ezra with such a perfect pace that he could have been used as a metronome for a musician. Ezra felt hotter, hornier and harder than he had in his entire life combined. His face popped and snapped as his mouth pushed out into a slight muzzle, but the pressure and blood was pooling in an unexpected place - Ezra's feet.

It was as if Ezra was hearing nature in a way he never had before. The wind spoke to him in quiet, intimate sentences. The lake hummed softly, the squirrels chatted. Everything around was a part of him, an extension of him, and all of that was focused on mating with Pete. Ezra's feet tingled and burned in a way strangely similar to how his cock felt when it was growing aroused. His toes stretched, his arch flattened, his heel broadened. In moments his shoes were stuffed full. In another, it was starting to become painful.

Ezra's bunnified face scrunched up as his feet grew beyond the capacity of his shoes. The footwear fought a good fight. The stitches strained, the leather groaned, the glue struggled, but Ezra's feet weren't just growing - they were growing fur and claws. As the new layer pushed out, the shoes failed. It almost sounded like pellet guns going off as the stitches popped, but the footwear burst open and Ezra's sweat soaked socks tore shortly after, letting his new paws pop free and unfettered.

"I-I'm-I'm gonna-!" Ezra panted, his hot breath passing over blunted teeth, the front of which seemed to be pushing out longer and thicker. Pete groaned in response, writhing on the huge club of a cock invading his intestines, kissing his chin where some of the black fur had taken on the tiniest patches of silver.

"You're almost there! Just get as deep as you can, make me yours as you become mine forever!" Pete pleaded. Ezra spread his legs on his bigger bunny feet, bouncing his hips up and down, tossing Pete up before letting him land back down on the root of his rabbit dick. The black fur had swept down his neck and spilled across his shoulders, seeping beneath his long floppy ears. His bush grew soft, taking on a silver hue while the fur across his stomach and hips was jet black. His legs thickened as new muscles formed, the flesh darkening as black fur sprouted there, connecting to his large feet.

Ezra's whiskers and nose twitched as he felt something deep inside him... It wasn't a change, it was more like a conclusion to the changes. He was a rabbit, from his long floppy ears to his button nose, his whiskers, his furry tummy and his claw tipped hands, even his large feet. Ezra clenched and unclenched his ass, feeling his muscled cheeks adorned by a puffy tail that had sprouted when he wasn't paying attention. He still felt the snake bite piercings in his lower lip, the last reminders of his humanity - but he was something else now.

"Ezra!" Pete whined, his legs flopping and twitching mid air until he gasped, groaned, and then came. Thick, hot, gooey jets of creme-like cum erupted from Pete's cock, spraying down Ezra's furry chest. The smell of it was rich and savory, potent and virile. As Pete came, his ass clenched down tighter around the cock spearing into him. Ezra's eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his jaw hanging open as his head tipped back.

The first spurt was as big as the biggest orgasm Ezra had ever had, but it was a drop in the bucket. Another spurt came, then another, then another. Soon they came so fast and with such abundance that they blurred into a steady stream. Pete groaned and shivered with pleasure as he felt his belly being stuffed with um even as his own shot out of his manhood like a geyser. The two relished their shared orgasm, riding it out with tail twitches, feet thumping and the gentle groans and moans of young love drowning in the ecstacy of pure lust.

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The long day had stretched out into a much longer evening. Ezra had followed Pete through the woods, hand in hand. They had passed through a natural archway of branches similar to those in the orchard, but when they had set foot on the other side, everything had seemed just a bit... different. Fireflies flitted about, adding a sparkle to the evening. There were colorful insects that Ezra had never seen before. The lay of the land was the same, but there were no houses - or rather, no human houses.

Pete had welcomed Ezra into his hovel, opening a door that led into a hillside. Hollow wood windchimes thunked away with the breeze. The interior had been dug out and plastered with air dried clay, though a few roots hung from the ceiling as a reminder of the plant life that anchored the whole hillside together. Amber light flickered from lanterns set strategically around while Pete poured tea into a ceramic cup.

Ezra leaned against the wall, looking down at his body. It was strange, but it was almost as if his fur coating streamlined his physique. Maybe it was that the edges were smoothed out, but it made him look lithe and fast. His feet certainly gave him the perfect foundations to spring from. He thumped one on the floor, testing it, seeing just how big it was. Was it inevitable that gay rabbits would become feet guys?

"I bet you're going to sleep well tonight." Pete smiled, offering Ezra the tea. Ezra looked up, a strange look crossing his face. He started trying to add up just how many hours he'd been awake. It felt like a different lifetime that he was sitting on his roof, glad to be the only soul awake. Now he was wondering just how many more like him were out there.

"What time do you usually go to bed?" Ezra asked. Pete smiled, lifting his own cup to sip the tea from.

"A few hours after sunset, but that might change if we tucker ourselves out first." Pete smirked. Ezra smiled at that.

"Believe me, I think we're going to give it a try... I haven't gone soft since you changed me." Ezra smirked, reaching down to pat the obvious tent in his stretched out pants. Pete smiled a bit dreamily at that. Ezra, however, returned to the thoughts swirling around his head.

"So you really looked out and saw me? And wanted me?" Ezra asked. Pete looked over at that, surprised before he nodded and smiled softly.

"Yeah. Maybe I'm just attracted to the bad eggs, but like I said, I felt a connection. All my siblings are out there trying to make as many babies as possible and I just feel drawn a different way." Pete said. Ezra smiled.

"Well, you're right, I feel the same way." Ezra said, looking up at Pete, "But I don't want to be a bad egg for you. I want to be the perfect treat in your Easter basket." he said. Pete smiled at that and moved over, leaning in to kiss Ezra's bunny nose.

"You already are." he whispered before kissing his lover, wrapping his arms around Ezra's waist and holding him tight. If Spring was the season of new beginnings, they were setting out on a trail they would share for the rest of their lives.