The Egg Laying of Mrs. Easter Bunny - Chapter 5
#5 of The Egg Laying of Mrs. Easter Bunny
Buttercup continued to lay egg after excruciating egg all through that day and into the next, it didn't let up, Buttercup was trapped in a state of nonstop torture, she must of laid thousands if not millions of eggs by now. Her body was begging for it to stop, it couldn't take one more contraction. And then that contraction hit, sharp and excruciating, and Buttercup screamed, flopping onto her side, crunching tight into a fetal position. Buttercup's scream turned into a giggle, because though her body was screaming "no more," her Soul was screaming for the experience to persist ceaselessly.
"I'm sorry body, but your screams for mercy are my screams of joy- OWWWWWWWWWW!" She jerked outward, the pain so intense she couldn't hold on to her sanity. YES! DON'T MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT BURN!- More contractions and Buttercup flailed left and right, screaming horrifically, every turn meeting her with another contraction of pain much worse than the last! Oh it hurt! MAKE IT MORE! Buttercup screamed again as her body screamed desperately for relief, each contraction making her beg the next one to be worse, SHOW NO MERCY! And the contractions did just that, Buttercup screamed out her lungs, writhing for her very life as contractions overtook her like we'll never know.
I love my body, Buttercup thought, My poor unfortunate tortured body of girliness.
A lady was "always a picture of dignity" they'd always say. Fortunately, she was in too much pain to adhere to such standards, instead, she could only roll around on the floor screaming her head off like some complete buffoon, completely annihilating such images. And what was so perfect was that it was her girliness that put her in such predicament in the first place, the irony of the situation was so hilarious, she couldn't even with herself.
Meanwhile, Edwina and Cardinal weren't exactly impressed by Buttercup's mentality, but they were there to aid her, so that's what they did.
When Bambii and his mother came to check on her on Saturday, she was standing there hunched over, her little bunny bum raised in the air behind her as she wailed agony (this was her absolute favorite position, she could just image how cute and embarrassing she must look standing like this).
"Oh you poor dear," Bambii's mother said sympathetically, "you must feel you've been through the wringer these past few days?"
Buttercup gave a weak laugh, it was all she could do not to burst, "Of course," she replied, "it hurts so bad I want to-"
Another egg was suddenly laid and she gave an loud scream. Those eggs really were too big for a bunny's body!
"Don't worry," Cardinal said, "she usually laughs it off every time."
"It's like she thinks pain is funny or something," Edwina said, "something I do not agree with at all," she shivered, thinking of last time she'd laid an egg. And her body was actually made for things that size.
Bambii stood silently, he didn't know how to feel about this, obviously he didn't even want to think about the pain she must be going through, but she seemed to be all in on this whole experience. It wasn't something he actually enjoyed seeing her go through, but he wasn't going to make it out to be the most terrible thing in the world if she didn't see it that way. He would handle it like any other situation as Easter Bunny, in this case, offer assistance if needed, but not dwell on the trauma of it, because if he knew anything about Buttercup, that trauma would be her favorite element right now. Finally, he took a breath and spoke calmly, "Is there anything you need? I have a little bit of time to spare before I have to get back to work."
Buttercup looked at him, her face twisted with pain, but filled with humor. Oh how funny it felt to have a cute boy seeing her this, "Oh, I hurt so much where I'm most girly. You won't believe how much I feel a girl right now. It's so embarrassing. But I'm so funny over it right now." She looked at Bambii, oh she could only imagine how funny it must be to be a boy knowing that cute girls lay eggs but never having to do it yourself. She must look so hot standing like this all goofily, screaming like a weirdo like this, all because of hilarious girl reasons that a boy could only watch and imagine (And so authentic too, she couldn't not act like this if she wanted to). She was almost jealous. But then if she was a boy, she wouldn't have to live through this herself, and that wouldn't be funny at all. She'd just have to leave the humor of watching this as a boy to Bambii, because what was so funny was that as a girl, she couldn't trade her spot for anything, and she loved being trapped in this spot. She screamed again as another egg came. Oof! Her body wanted to die right now. She was so glad it couldn't, and that she was trapped inside of it. If she was a boy, she couldn't be trapped as a girl in this painful situation, and where was the humor in that? It was the perfect imbalance that could never be in her favor. "Just stand there and laugh," she finally answered his question through the pain, glad at how lucky such a cute boy was to be himself.
Of course Bambii wouldn't laugh, it wouldn't be proper in this sort of situation, but at least he couldn't deny that what was happening to her was hot. And that was just the type of feel-good humor she needed right now.
It was around Midnight on Sunday, Buttercup gave another scream from another burst of pain as another egg finished being laid, when abruptly, the contractions stopped. It took Buttercup a moment to process the shock of the stillness, and when she did, she looked at her stomach. "Nothing, I feel nothing. What's happening? Aren't I supposed to keep laying until Good Friday?"
Cardinal looked at her, "Oh, it's Sunday. You know, Lent. You get the day off."
"How very convenient," remarked Edwina sarcastically.
Buttercup scoffed, "Sunday, I don't need a Sunday off." She took a step, and suddenly her stomach clinched from the soreness, she collapsed onto her side with a whimper, "Okay, maybe I do..." Though it'd be much funnier if she needed it but the laying kept going anyway...
Still, she didn't complain as she was carried out of the room and back to hers and Bambii's bed. She couldn't help but giggle. Thanks to egg laying, she was too exhausted to even move herself. Only egg laying could put a girl out of commission so ridiculously.
Still, the bed was so soft and comfy, she could do with a day of rest and comfort, there was still plenty of eggs and ouch ahead of her.
Soon, Bambii came to join her. "You feeling okay?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, snuggling up next to him, "you're so cute and comfy, I can be glad we can be together tonight."
Oh how snuggly her Easter Bunny was.
Yeah, she could definitely use a day off.
Buttercup slept late into the next morning, and when she woke up, she was unbelievably sore. She couldn't believe she still had four (five?) weeks of this left. As much fun as she knew it to be, she decided it would be best to make the most of this day.
As Buttercup went down for Breakfast (Lunch? She wasn't keeping track), Bambii was there waiting for her.
"What do you want?" he asked, getting out some dishes, "Pancakes, Eggs?"
"Some of my own?" Buttercup asked, eyes going wide.
"Uh, no," said Bambii, "Not this time."
"Oh, uh, well then, I'll have some pancakes. And some orange juice. That sounds good."
So Bambii made her a nice meal, and she ate it peacefully.
"So, I was thinking," said Bambii, "If you're not too sore, we could, you know, go on a walk together. Just you and me. You know to put your mind on something other than egg laying." Buttercup opened her mouth, and Bambii continued kindly before she could protest, "I know you like your eggs, but today's your day off, why don't you just take it easy and enjoy some peace?"
As much as Buttercup enjoyed eggs, she had to agree, a nice quiet walk in the woods with her Bambii sounded nice, she had all of tomorrow to focus on laying and pain stuff.
So she followed Bambii out of the factory and into the forest. As the walked under the trees, Buttercup just listened to the sounds, let herself take in all the sights and scents, felt the breeze rushing through her fur. Birds chirping, all that cool stuff. And she had her cuddly husband right beside her to add on to it. Yeah, this was perfect.
As her and Bambii enjoyed the afternoon air, they made cute bunny small talk, it was nice to get away from things, Buttercup decided.
But eventually, Bambii had to ask the question that had been on his mind, that had been bothering him. And so he did. "Laying an egg, what is it like? Why do you like it so much?"
Buttercup's eyes lit up, all too ready to answer the question. "Well, you see, it's like your whole body is... is booby trapped" she snickered (yes, like the candy bar, she'd laid plenty of those), "and you can't help but scream like a complete wacko as your body lays the eggs in the most humiliating way possible, like have you even seen how those things are laid? You guys can't do that. Absolutely embarrassing. It's all so unladylike, yet you can't help but do it because you are a lady, it makes no sense! Being a girl is just so ridiculous, and I love it."
"I understand that," Bambii said calmly, "but just because you're body is ridiculous doesn't mean you are. I think you're very special, and I want you to see that."
Buttercup shrugged amusingly, "Oh, I know my worth, that's why it's so funny, somebody so special completely loosing it over something so ridiculous, you gotta be pretty special to feel that embarrassed. I call it the girly paradox."
Bambii looked at her affectionately, "Well just remember, you're not all ridiculous to me." With that, her nuzzled her gently. She snickered again. Noogie time! And she gave him a big one, right on the head.
When they got back to the factory after their nice refreshing walk, they were met with the sound of the screams and clucks of one in excruciating agony.
"Who's that? What's happening?" Bambii asked, highly concerned.
But Buttercup knew that voice. The two of them rushed down the hallway, and there they found Edwina, folded over, squawking in pain. A few other birds had flocked around to see what the ruckus was all about.
Buttercup looked at Bambii, "Oh, I know this, she's just laying an egg."
Edwina gave her the death eye, but then a second later, she let out a bloodcurdling scream, and there came the egg.
There was silence as Edwina breathed deeply to regain her composure, folded over on herself (a very unbecoming pose if one must say). The crowd that had gathered around began to depart now that the display was over. Edwina looked up and glared at Buttercup.
"Bet you enjoyed that," Edwina grumbled.
Bambii leaned over and whispered into Buttercup's ear, "I'm gong to see about dinner, okay?" and with that, he left.
With her husband gone, Buttercup turned her attention to the chicken, "Of course, it was funny. You have no idea how lucky you are to be a girl."
Edwina just continued to give her that scornful look. "Well forgive me I'm not as durable to pain as you."
Buttercup took a step back, "Oh, I'm not durable to pain," Buttercup replied, "Bunnies are like the most delicate creatures on the planet, I am extremely squeamish. It's that the pain can't be endured that's part of the fun."
Edwina sighed, defeated, "Laying your own eggs was supposed to show how painful and humiliating it really felt, but it has just made you even more of this."
"Oh of course it did! The idea that one could be so ridiculous and impained just because they are a girl - because I am a girl - and you know, girls are really pretty neat-o beings, and that someone so neat-o like me can end up being so ridiculous, it's just so hilarious, and I love it-"
"Well I don't," replied Edwina frankly.
Buttercup fell silent, suddenly at a loss for words. Although her own experiences had only increased her appreciation for laying eggs, after feeling the pain herself, she could actually begin to understand why one wouldn't like it. For once, she began to feel an actual sympathy for Edwina, that maybe it wasn't fair that she had to go through this. Buttercup hesitated, maybe she should say something, but what could she say, she still couldn't deny that Edwina not liking it and still feeling the agony of eggs anyway was still pretty funny, even if it was mixed with a sense of pity now as well.
But Edwina spoke up again before Buttercup could say anything, "But you like it. As weird as it is, you like it. I guess I'm just going to have to accept that." Edwina looked at Buttercup softly, "Can you just accept that I don't?"
Buttercup looked at her a long moment. Finally, "Yes."
Edwina nodded, and picked up her egg, "I'll see you in the laying room," and then she walked away, commenting as she went, "that's one laying I won't mind seeing excruciating pain of."
And with that, Edwina was gone.
"I probably deserve that," Buttercup remarked to herself.
Buttercup spent the rest of the night enjoying herself and Bambii. They ate, watched a movie at the Easter Bunny Official Cinema (one of the few Cinemas showing Turning Red on the Big Screen, the way it _deserved_to be seen), and just chilled.
Finally, Buttercup returned to her laying room, after a day away, it looked cold and abandoned even with her nurse maids right there to meet her. Even with all the pillows and comfort, it looked like a tight and intimidating place for her sufferings to continue. Her reflexes almost made her not want to reenter this place that carried so many painful memories. But that was all part of the fun of it, wasn't it, having her reflexes denied the ability to pull away from the agony she so desperately needed to escape?
Having had time to rest, Buttercup's body should have been ready to go back into it, but in some ways, she was actually even _less_prepared than she had been before. Her body once again reminded her how relieving it felt not to lay, it wasn't ready for it to be over.
But it was. Buttercup made her way back over to her spot, her nerves on edge like one who knows they are about to suffer the unimaginable, but wasn't that what she was about to do.
And then there was that moment of panic, the reality of what was about to happen trying to overtake her, she tried to catch her breath, she wasn't ready for this, she needed another moment.
But then, the clock struck Midnight.
And suddenly the contractions started up again, those extra few moments to ready her nerves denied, just as they should be. "OUCH!" Buttercup screamed, "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!". The pain was too much, her body was more desperate for relief than it had been before Sunday started now knowing what it was missing. But that relief wouldn't come again until the next Sunday, and this time she wasn't starting at lame Wednesday like last time, she had the full week left to go, just her and her unceasing Egg Laying, the day of rest that'd been once so relieving nothing more than a fading memory of that which was again gone, teasing her with its absence.
And so, Buttercup continued to shriek helplessly into the atmosphere; Oh how her poor little bunny self couldn't take this.
And oh how epic her life was. She wouldn't have wished it any other way.