Humping Like Rabbits
Easter didn't begin quite happily for Peter and Jane. While other families were out and about this morning helping their children hunt down the colorful slew of Easter Eggs believed to have been hidden by the one and only Easter Bunny, the down trotted couple only now began to awaken from their slumber; the drapes kept close to block out the morning sun's rays and the visual of little children hastily on their expedition to hunt the elusive eggs. Laughter and cheers were the only thing the couple couldn't silence, and it made Jane stir and sob secretly to herself even more, not that Peter wasn't aware of her depression. It was like this every holiday with Jane's attempt to find some means of joy and normality with her husband and family members only to eventually begin or end the day with tears, the sound and sight of their adorable and rambunctious little nieces and nephews and other energetic and happy children reminding her of what they couldn't have.
A family.
Peter sighed standing in front of the closed drapes, looking back to his loving yet gloomy wife. As some kind of cosmic sick joke, Peter and Jane happened to be few people in the world that would forever have trouble conceiving a child. Peter's unintentionally inconsiderate Uncle Jones had put it one time in front of his whole family, "Something is just wrong with the plumbing between these two." Peter and Jane had tried numerous tricks and methods that they could think of; logically and safe of course, for a better chance of conception. They even spent an entire day doing nothing but having sex over and over and over again until Peter couldn't function anymore with severe pain to his manhood. But nothing would give.
The two had come to terms that a child was most likely never going to become a part of their plans, at least conventionally. Jane has been talking about possibly adopting for over a month, though Peter was somewhat uncertain about the idea. A growing fear made him think that not being able to have kids was a sign that they would be horrible parents. Eventually, Peter agreed to take Jane's pleas into consideration and talk more about after the Easter holiday. For a brief moment when him agreed to talking about an adoption Jane had smiled vibrantly for the first time since the dark days of their discovery of their internal disaster.
"It must be morning already," Jane muttered under her covers, attempt to block out the faint but charismatic cries of the children frolicking outside the neighborhood.
"What makes you say that?" Peter joked, his grin fading slowly as it did nothing to move his wife. "I'll go make us some coffee. We are supposed to meet my folks for lunch at their place in a few hours."
Jane groaned. Peter rolled his eyes but didn't make a fuss about his sleepy wife's remark. "Shower's all yours first."
As Peter began to leave the bedroom he overheard Jane muttering, "thank you," making him smile lightly before exiting, concealing a heavy sigh.
Tying on his blue bathrobe he put on before leaving the bedroom Peter went down the hall and prepared to take the right into the glossy white economy-sized kitchen when a round of light tapping echoed near the living room. At first, Peter was only startled for a moment and thought he had heard nothing. But as his hands reached for the empty coffee pot another round of tapping sounded again in the living room, this time audible enough that Peter was certain it wasn't in his head. Walking cautiously into the dimly light room he checked around the furniture and the fireplace as he thought he had heard it directly within. When a third tapping sounded, Peter realized it sounded like someone was tapping glass. Turning around he looked to the glass sliding door that lead out to a massive backyard fenced with rows of a beautiful flower garden Jane spent most of her freetime tending. He looked high first expecting a person; a neighbor possibly trying to grab his attention. Dropping his gaze lower he began to expect one of the children somehow having snuck into the backyard playing around or seeking help.
Instead; as Peter slowly pulled the sliding door open, the only thing that stood behind the door was a colorful basket; an decorative Easter basket with green plastic grass stuffing and a card.
"Hello?" Peter called out as he looked left and right, checking to see if anyone was hiding expecting some kind of childish or elaborate prank to transpire. When all seemed cleared Peter kneeled down and carefully plucked the card off the top of the fake grass and read it.
- To Peter and Jane Cottontail
_ May these 'special' treats help you and your wife achieve that which you both long for. See you next Easter._
What kind of gimmick is this? Peter thought, checking the backyard suspiciously again before he chanced grabbing the handle of the basket and bringing it inside and locking the sliding door.
"What's going on?" Jane asked appearing in the living room the moment Peter shut the door, making him jump and grip the center of his robe as if going for his beating chest. Exhaling in relief he looked over his wife quickly, her dainty hands combing back her short golden blonde hair as she adjusted the center of her own bathrobe. Jane had gotten undressed.
"Jesus, Jane!" Peter shouted, adding a nervous laughter to sound less like he was angry. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry," Jane giggled; her mood somewhat uplifted now than earlier as her eyes spotted the basket in Peter's hand. "What's that you got there?"
"Oh, this?" Peter said, holding up the basket as he brought it to the kitchen counter overlapping the living room. "I found it outside the backyard porch just now. Someone decided to leave us an Easter treat, but I got no idea who."
"Doesn't the card say?" Jane asked pointing out the card on top of the fake grass.
"No. But whoever it was, they know our names."
"Weird. Was the card the only thing in the basket?"
"Ye...well, no. I don't think so." Peter began to pull out globs of fake grass trying to keep the pile neat on the counter so he wouldn't have to deal with cleaning up strand after strand later. Nearing the center his fingers came into contact with two round objects, but he continued to remove more of the fake grass before he felt comfortable taking out whatever was inside. Jane grabbed the card and read it as Peter could finally see two tin or aluminum foiled egg shaped items, the foil decorated in the Easter Day fashion.
"You're jumpy today," Jane giggled again, reaching in for one of the egg shaped items. Before Peter could shout or react to stop her, still afraid this could be some youngsters elaborate prank, Jane had already peeled away the top layer of foil. "It's a chocolate egg."
"I dunno, Jane. Something doesn't seem right. It could be poisoned or something for all we know."
Jane smiled, quickly taking a bite off the top of the chocolate egg; Peter's hand beginning to stretch out until he realized it was too late. Jane's voice nearly purred as she seemed to savory the taste in her mouth before it melted away.
"Doesn't taste poisonous," Jane joked; laughing softly. "Actually; this is probably the most delicious milk chocolate candy I've ever had in my life. You should try yours."
Peter's brow furrowed in skepticism, but Jane looked like she wasn't going to let it go until he tried his piece of chocolate. Sighing, Peter peeled off the foil of his egg, took a short moment to examine it for any tampering, looked to her wife who was beginning to grow impatient of his cautious attitude, and finally bit into the top part of his candy.
Jane didn't lie; not only didn't he taste any poisonous chemicals but it certainly was the most delicious milk chocolate candy he had ever tasted...this coming from a man that barely ever ate sweets in his life.
"See?" Jane said, "Was it really that bad?"
A cynical response nearly passed Peter's lips, but it faded as unusual warmth began to spread over him; a very nice and soothing warmth at that. The common raincloud of depression the holiday's had over him and Jane seem to disappear and all he felt this moment was an abnormal but favorable optimistic joy. Looking to his wife, he could tell Jane must be feeling the same sensation as she did nothing but smile and cuddle alongside her husband this moment. Peter brought his free right hand to Jane's cheek, feeling the warm blush color her peach skin; fingers itching to stroke her short blonde hair and finally did so. Jane cradled her own hand against his fondling one, pressing it softly against her cheek as the two simply stared into each other's eyes lost together in a sea of emotions; a ocean of love.
"Not really, no," Peter finally answered, blushing himself as the two joined closer and kissed passionately.
"Did you make the coffee yet?" Jane responded breaking their kiss; her eyes fluttered alluringly. Peter hesitated to answer, catching an unusual dilation in Jane's pupils. He shook his head and chuckled.
"I haven't gotten around to it just yet."
"Well," Jane started, pulling the two of them tightly closer as her hips seem to grind against Peters, "Why don't you hurry up and get that going. I'll be in the shower." Jane winked before planting a long kiss once more, breaking away as she began to strut backwards; her hands untying her robe before sneaking around the corner into the hallway. Peter walked towards the corner and watched Jane head back to their bedroom, heart racing and body set on fire with a sudden pulse of lust throbbing within his being as his wife let the bathrobe slide and drop off behind her, naked hips swaying. A moment of shock hit him as Peter spotted something round and bulbous wiggling from above Jane's rear, yet; bizarrely, it only added to the attraction and arousal he felt this moment for his wife. Jane entered the bedroom and then turned towards the door into their bathroom, turning her head back to Peter shrugging her shoulders and puffing her chest and breasts sultrily before disappearing.
She is so in the mood Peter concluded, finding it hard to retain his own lust bubbling madly within him as well. I guess we have some time before heading to my folks.
Having disregarded the small oddity of Jane's mysterious growth, Peter's focus became fixed on one goal; untying and removing his own bathrobe dropping it nearly an inch apart Jane's as he walked into the bedroom eyeing the bathroom door with purpose. He could hear the shower starting to run as he swung the already left open door fully but slowly. He stepped inside and turned to see a blurred figure of Jane bathing herself under the running steaming waters of the showerhead humming a familiar or made-up tune as her slender fingers rubbed and caressed her sides and breasts. He could hear her giggle as he approached the shower stall.
Peter smiled widely as he slid the shower stall door open, letting out most of the hot steam and trickled with the spray of water hitting the shower walls before stepping inside. Jane didn't turn around, only her head spun back to see Peter, smiling brightly as she continued to rub her hands over her body.
"Room for one more," Jane cooed blissfully as she seemed to stretch her body high from head to toe. The bulbous growth below Jane's back, that neither of them felt compelled to mentioned, wiggled and rose as high as it could go in similar gesture. Without realizing it; Peter's own sudden growth tugged back the same way as he reached around Jane's sides, his hands caressing the wetness of his wife's skin. Jane moaned as the two of them began to perform a steady dance within the shower stall, hip and rear pressing tighter and tighter in rocking motion until the hardening erection of Peter's phallus found the entrance to Jane's temple and dove deep in one thrust.
"Peter!" Jane gasped, cocking her head back sharply as the sensation of her husband's thrust resonated throughout her being, one trembling hand feeling the side of Peter's ass helping him guide his member deeper into her; the other propping her body against the end of the shower wall keeping her balance as Peter's humping began to quicken and roughen.
Peter's love for Jane was always true and he tried to pour as much restraint and passion into his moves whenever they made love; to remind her how much Peter loved her. But whatever had aroused their sudden need for sex Peter could not control himself, ultimately concerned with filling his wife, his mate with his semen and impregnating her. A brief sadness swelled inside him knowing the fact that no matter how wild they consummated or how many times they made love it wouldn't do them any good, but the new and foreign instinctual idea became glued in his mind as he ravaged his wife.
"Give it to me, Peter!" Jane cried, moaning in rising rapture as her orgasm was approaching. The coursing hot water cascading off their bodies aided Peter's humping; being able to glide in and out faster, yet did little to wash away the precum seeping between their sexes. Banging her the entire time, Peter was aware of the round growth that had appeared from behind Jane rubbing and pressing against his belly with every thrust, unmistakably feeling tiny hairs sprouting from it. And with trance induced eyes, Peter also began to notice Jane's ears twitching as the tops stretched and pointed into what he could only describe them as bunny ears.
What's...happening to Jane? Peter managed to wonder through his lust-clouded mind. And...why is it...turning me on more!?
A second after thinking his thoughts; Peter started to sense the same twitch and tug to his own ears. Moreover; his face began to feel cramped and puffy; his upper lips feeling like they were ballooning from a allergic reaction while the fronts of his upper teeth ached and squirmed as if trying to free itself from his gums. But by the time short and thin whiskers grew out from his puffy upper lips Peter's attention was drawn back to finishing his deed pinning Jane fully against the shower wall and humping rapidly like a wild animal eager to relieve itself.
"Oh, Peter!" Jane continued to moan, unflinching from her husband's animal behavior. In truth, she shared the same mentality as Peter did now wanting nothing more but to feel the impact of pure sexual pleasure from his release and to take in his semen; Jane believing that this moment would be the one to bare her children. As Peter and Jane's erotic moans began to increase in pitch sounding the arrival of their climax Jane was dimly aware of her ears reaching high for the ceiling.
Several more plows later and the two gasped and cried in ecstasy, quivering in delight as Peter filled Jane.
Jane could barely work the knobs of the shower as she shut the water off, the two trying desperately to catch their breathing as they remained laying as they were against the stall wall. They weren't quite ready to separate just yet, enjoying being connected and sharing such a extraordinary sensation of carnal pleasure, a feeling they haven't had since the last time they made love...which was nearly over a year ago once the awful fact that they couldn't bare kids set in. Peter missed this, and from the way Jane squirmed and moaned so did she.
"Is it just me," Peter spoke through labored breath, "or was that the best sex we've ever had?"
Jane smiled widely as she giggled. "I'd say it's just you, seeing how we haven't done this for a while. But I get what you mean; that felt way too good to be normal."
"You think maybe those chocolates has something to do with this?" Peter suggested.
"You mean like someone added some kind of aphrodisiac to purposely get us horny?"
"Well that...and more," Peter stretched, combing his wife's blonde hair until his hand groped and stroked the new long rabbit shaped length of her right ear.
It was only until now that Peter and Jane looked thoroughly over their faces, discovery the growth of short bunny-like snouts and the mild dilation of their pupils giving off a similar quality. They both looked down behind Jane's back; Peter leaning back slightly without removing himself fully to reveal her furry rabbit tail wiggling about. Along with random patches of short fur and fuzz coating parts of their body, it finally sunk in that they had suddenly started taking the appearance of rabbits.
The two stared at each other in dazed silence for a while. Only until their faces lit up with wide smiles stretched over their changed face did the bathroom bellow and echo with laughter.
The two finally left the bathroom minutes later having dried themselves off in the bedroom, leaving their towels on the floor where they once stood before deciding to take another admiring look of each other in the vanity mirror, disregarding getting dressed. Time was ticking away as Peter and Jane would have to get ready to leave for Peter's folks soon. However, the oddity of looking a bit like rabbits would be puzzling to explain to Peter's parents if not the public. Plus; along with the unusual urge to remain naked and free, there were obvious signs that the couple hadn't gotten their erotic urges out of their system yet. The most suggestive sign being Peter hugging Jane from behind much like in the shower earlier, nuzzling her shoulders and neck affectionately with passionate kisses and subtle grinding against each other's hips; Jane encouraging her husband with sensual moans and coos as she brushed her body eagerly against Peter.
"This feels so good," Jane sighed happily; her eyes closed and head risen high to let Peter's lips and rabbit snout travel lower down the front of her shoulders; her floppy ears limp behind her head relaxing from her husband's touch.
"I know," Peter agreed; hands roping Jane's waist as his fingers petted the small growth of white fur lining from her naval to her pussy. "But you'd think this would be a lot weirder. I mean we look like rabbits now, and I feel comfortable about it. In fact; it makes you look sexier. Is that wrong?"
"I know what you mean," Jane crooned, gasping as slowly spun around to meet her loving husband face to face, arms wrapped around his shoulders and kissing him soft but lusciously as she pressed her sex against Peter's undying stiff and throbbing rod. "But I don't feel like it's wrong.
"Besides..." Jane paused, looking back to the vanity mirror as she wiggled her rump and tail for Peter to see, "...I'm starting to like having a tail."
Peter chuckled quietly as he remained vigilant with showering Jane with his tender kisses, feeling his wife's teasing pelvis as a sign that she was ready to be taken again; Peter itching to take her back to bed and do so. But as he began to make his move Jane suddenly, if not deliberately, began to break away from his embrace stepping slowly backwards towards the bedroom door.
"Where you going?" Peter asked humorously, laughing at Jane's sultrily coyness as she gave him a alluring and inviting gaze.
"I want to try something," Jane said, lips pressed to suppress her giggling. "Meet me in the living room." With a wink from an eye, and one from her rump as she turned away Jane skipped down the hallway until she disappeared towards the kitchen. Whatever she was planning, Peter knew it would still eventually lead to more sex. Involuntarily, he began to tap, if not pound the floor with his right foot several times in excitement much like the character Thumper from the Disney film Bambi before following his randy mate into the living room.
When he entered the room, Peter found Jane standing in front of the sliding backyard door looking out towards the field and her flower garden. A paranoid Peter would normally freak out if he or Jane were to stand in public view while naked and different, but the new Peter still reveling in the effects of whatever has come over the two of them found this imagery breathtaking and arousing. Modesty couldn't hold him back as he approached his wife and brought his arms back around her in loving embrace like before.
As he leaned in to nuzzle and kiss Peter realized Jane was preoccupied, her hands cupped over something no longer round as she took quick nibbles from the top much like a rabbit might. It was the chocolate egg they had both received from their mysterious basket giver. Again, the normal Peter would have felt a bit disturbed by Jane's animal-like habits. But the new and similarly changed Peter found it cute.
"Couldn't get enough sweets, huh?" Peter joked, returning to his affectionate nuzzling; warmed pleasantly when Jane responded while eating.
"I told you this was wonderful chocolate," Jane cooed, stretching her body and pressing her cheeks against Peter's overwhelmed with bliss, "but it's more than that." She pulled Peter over to the kitchen counter and handed him his chocolate egg left unfinished. "I think you were right about something being spiked in the candy. If this is what is changing and making us horny; making us feel this fantastic and blissful, then why not see how far it goes? You did say I would look sexier as a bunny."
Peter stared dumbfounded at her, and then to the egg in his hand. "I...I don't know. My mind is telling me to do it, but what will happen afterwards? Are we going to turn into real rabbits? Will we change back once the effects wear off? Would..."
Jane placed her index finger over Peter's lips to hush, giggling. As she did, Peter watched in astonishment as the effects of the chocolate she had nibbled away to nothing began to continue its effect, seeing light white fuzz developing over her cheeks and floppy ears; flourishing upon her peach skin. The same finger, along with the rest of both her hands, covering his lips was quickly coated with it feeling a leathery pad harden over the skin; humanoid rabbit paws slowly replacing human hands.
Jane was becoming more rabbit little by little...and Peter was undoubtedly right; she never looked sexier.
"I can't explain it, Peter," Jane spoke hugging her husband as she let him feel the transformation grow and shape over her body against his. "I feel like this is meant to be. To argue with me on this, but I feel different; inside. I feel like my body is functioning properly again; feel like I'm ovulating; in heat. It's the perfect time to mate, to get pregnant and finally have a child. I know what the doctors said, but can they explain what's happening to us? This is our chance."
Awestruck by the transformation Jane underwent and her inspiring speech, Peter lost his balance from his wife's increasingly frantic grinding and nuzzling toppling backwards onto the floor; Jane laying on top. The two laughed softly as Jane propped herself over Peter on rabbit hands and knees, feeling her rump wiggle and rub until Peter moaned sharply in pleasure being once again attached to his mate.
"And even if I'm wrong," Jane continued, leaning her head down to rub snouts passionately, "At least we'll have the greatest sex ever today...and every day after." Kissing ravenously Jane balanced her needy lips and her needy sex, elongating rabbit hind paws aiding her seated position as she rocked steadily allowing Peter's member to stimulate all her walls and digging deep enough to play with her clitoris.
Trapped in his wife's lust, Peter could do nothing but go with the flow; dropping the chocolate egg beside him as his hands groped and caressed Jane's furry body, having been fully covered moments ago. There was not much hair to comb and fondle as before, shortened and receded as her pelt replaced it, yet leaving her floppy ears to eagerly stroke. By the time Jane had ridden Peter enough to reach the starting of their climax Jane had become a fully changed anthropomorphic white rabbit, only the feminine curves and physique reminding him she was once human; her personality and passion reminding Peter the rabbit was still Jane.
I could...live with this Peter thought, unsure if it was his mind accepting this fact or if the effects of what he ate of the chocolate egg was making him think this way. His wife now a humanoid rabbit; Peter not too far from joining her fate. There were still so many questions to answer; how all this was able to happen and what life would be like after today if they never changed back. What if it was true that this could be the moment they could conceive? What people will think of having talking and walking rabbits living in their community? But it didn't matter right now. All he could about was mating...making love to his beautiful wife and giving her what she craved; what she needed.
Just as Peter had come to a decision about his actions, the living room came alive with the trilling chime of the phone in the kitchen echoing off the walls. Both bodies froze as they were as the two turned their sights beyond the kitchen counter; Peter groaning as he was certain who had interrupted their session. Jane attempted to steal back her husband's attention, pushing his loins deep inside her over and over; Peter suddenly knocking her onto her back upon the floor gazing longingly into each other's eyes making it seem Jane had won. After a long and sensual kiss; though, Peter placed a finger over Jane's bunny lips, smiled and removed himself for the moment crawling hastily into the kitchen.
Jane sighed in annoyance as her floppy ears rose slightly off the ground to focus on the conversation taking place between Peter and his parents. Her eyes widened when she thought she overheard her husband saying they were going to have to cancel their lunch. Sitting up on elbows twisted on her right side Jane looked over the counter as best as she could from on the floor, hearing Peter hang up a minute later and shortly after crawling back around the corner of the hallway sitting as if like an animal with bedazzled eyes looming over her.
Jane wanted to ask what Peter had told his parents but remained silent as Peter turned his head to the chocolate egg resting on the floor, grabbing it and holding it in his hands as he studied it, and then looked back to Jane. She leaned towards him keeping her upper body raised on her forepaws; legs still laying upon their side, curious to what was going on in her husband's mind. A grin slowly stretched over Peter's face before he brought the egg to his mouth and began nibble straight from the top in the same animal fashion as Jane had done earlier.
No words needed to be said through this; Jane was well aware what Peter had decided; Peter aware of the choice he had made. Whether coerced by his rabbit mate or the egg candy itself, or by his own will, Peter had freely chosen to let the magic of the egg complete his transformation into a rabbit like his wife. Nibbling down to the tin the effects were already starting to take form; a light fuzz of brown fur sprouting over most of his skin and his hands having thickened and padded into rabbit-like paws as he dropped the wrapper and crawled up to Jane's side nuzzling affectionately.
Jane moaned, "You were busy with something?" as she nuzzled back twisting the rest of her furry body until she stood on all fours, waving her flagged tail behind invitingly for Peter to resume promoting his instincts.
The romantic in Peter continued to bask Jane with adoring passionate caresses and kisses a little while longer as he climbed and positioned himself behind his mate, pelvis working until he was once again reunited. Jane responded jubilantly; her forepaws reaching back to embrace his as she tried to help match his steady pace with her own rocking, but ultimately she was too overwhelmed to get her body moving; melting to the pleasure of Peter's thrusts penetrating her sex vigorously and deeply.
"Peter," Jane cried, her voice beckoning him to skip the pleasantries and dive right into achieving their fruitful goal.
Peter acknowledged, his humping speed picking up as the total changes neared completion, feeling his sex drive being altered and heightened under the effects of the candy egg as well. Foregoing his romantic stature he brought his forepaws off the floor and buckled his elbow against her shoulders and sides; his knees against her rear and legs as he poured his energy and strength into thrusting wildly. Once the transformation came to a halt leaving Pete in the appearance of a humanoid brown rabbit, the two now were coupled in the familiar bareback position; a stranger could almost mistake the lustful critters in the living room as large rabbits in the natural thralls of mating.
Despite the speed of Peter's humping, the couple's session managed to last for several more minutes, Peter and Jane's moan's and cries of ecstasy growing progressively louder and sharper in its duration. Originally inconceivable, their animal mating garnered the most sensation sexual pleasure the two have ever felt. Longevity lasting this long Peter was bound to overfill Jane's womb with the amount of seed swelling in his loins by now. Did rabbits carry this trait in real life? Was this why there was so jokes with multiplication or humping like rabbits? Was this why when most people thought of sex they thought of rabbits?
The dam within Peter's loins finally broke as the two cried in rapture, plugging in a few good hard thrusts as Jane's womb swam with her mate's givings. Every squirt he managed to shoot into her made Jane feeling further assured this was going to be different, that being rabbits would break the curse of unattainable conception. Back in the shower she felt it; one child prepped in resting in her womb patiently. Here; in the living room, another seeks for shelter to be born in the future. And with the way things were going; with what Jane had planned for the entire day, there was a strong chance she would soon be the mother of a dozen. Whether sitting around the fireplace for a Christmas morning opening presents and sitting down to a home cook meal or simply living in the wild foraging for carrots and greens hopping along new plains and forests for a place to call home, Jane were would be perfectly content.
"You sure live up to your name; Cottontail," Jane sighed delightfully, stretching in place as Peter gently got off and hopped to her side kissing and nuzzling tenderly.
"It's your name, too; you know." Peter chuckled.
"By the way," Jane cooed, kissing back, "How did your parents take it; about us I mean?"
Peter nodded in embarrassment, yet keeping a nearly non-phased smile. "Understanding...about the lunch cancellation. Going to be a issue trying to get them to accept, let alone convince, that we're rabbits now. And I rather not worry about that today."
"Good," Jane agreed, nuzzling the back of Peter's neck as she hopped gingerly away to the hallway, looking back with alluring beady eyes. "Because you have more important matters to attend to." Jane raised her ass and wiggled it and her tail showing she still had plenty of time and enjoy for another romp. "We need to keep up practicing our multiplying skills while the opportunity continues to present itself."
Winking as Jane hopped away down the hall Peter eagerly followed, stomping the floor with his right hindpaw as before back in the bedroom in Thumper fashion before hopping behind. A small caution alerted him in the back of his mind as he reached the door spying Jane splayed on top of the bed waiting impatiently for her mate. If what's happened to them does allow the couple to bare children and they continue to mate this much all day who knows how many kids they will wind up rising.
I'll have to deal with it when the time comes...this was my decision after all. Three, nine, twenty-seven; it doesn't matter as long we finally have one.
Peter grinned vibrantly as he stood back on his hindpaws; arms tucked against his chest in animal fashion as he looked over his beautiful rabbit wife, nose twitching and tail wiggling as he gently kicked the bedroom down back and shut.
Their passionate and animal love making went on all Easter long, never leaving the house but never mating in one room only. They did it in bed, they did it in the shower, they did it in the kitchen, they did it in the living room; they even did outside their own backyard as dusk came about, being outside in the fresh air and surrounded by Jane's prized flower garden actually making their mating session the best out of all. And even after that, when night had fallen completely, Peter and Jane made love three more times outside. Miraculously, they never disturbed their fellow neighbors and were never found out about their deeds.
Of course, when the effects of their transformation never wore off the next day the neighbors, Peter's folks, Jane's folks, and the whole town eventually became aware of what they had become. When the story got out the townsfolk decided to try and keep a lid on the couple's bizarre metamorphosis as much as possible. They wanted to keep them out of the limelight as they prepared for the arrival of their first child.
However; their first child was not an adoption. The curse that had plagued Peter and Jane had been lifted the day they became anthropomorphic rabbits. The doctor that agreed to keep their oddity off the record could only speculate that when they suddenly changed appearances their biology changed as well. Peter wasn't a sterile human anymore, nor was Jane barren. The couple was now healthy rabbits prime for procreation.
And their first child would not be their last. In the course of their mating Jane gave birth to not one but eleven; five boys and six girls. Every one of them carried the same genetic oddity, born anthropomorphic rabbits. Peter and Jane couldn't care less; they were finally parents of beautiful baby bunnies.
That was seven years ago since that Easter morning, another Easter holiday back in full spring. The neighborhood had been amazingly kind and generous to Peter and Jane and their children, showing the least bit of aversion to them. The two now had children to raise, to love, and to compete with the other children in the neighborhood egg hunts. Their children would out-egg everybody, but only by one or two.
As Jane gathered her sons and daughters ready to head out with the rest of the people of the Cal-de-sac to the annual Easter Parade downtown Peter hurried inside to grab the keys to the family van. As he grabbed them a familiar tapping sounded much like the morning of Easter seven years ago. Baffled, Peter hurried to the backyard sliding door where the noise originated like before. But once more he was too late to see who it had been; only another Easter basket was left on the porch. Taking a nostalgic look out the door checking both left and right Peter grabbed the basket and found another note card in the center as always, only this time there were a variety of colored eggs and candy treats; normal Easter commodities. He flipped the card open and read.
- To the Cottontails,
_ I'm happy to see you two final have the family you wished for. I understand having become rabbits might not have been part of that dream, but I figured it would be the best, and symbolic method. I'm also glad to see how supportive your town has been with all this. I now wish the best of luck to you all, and may the rest of your lives be filled with joyful tidings._
_ - E.B._
E.B.? Peter wondered, trying to decipher the initials. Has there ever been anybody he or Jane had known in life with those initials and with a mad scientist degree? As Peter shook his head and laughed stepping back into the house his eyes caught something small hopping out of the flower garden near the end of the backyard. His maw nearly dropped wide open as the figure was a fluffy white rabbit looking back to him and winking with a nod and a smile before taking a fantastic leap over the fence and disappearing.
"Can't be..." Peter muttered without finishing his sentence.
"Daddy?"
Peter's bedazzled trance was lifted as his youngest daughter, Alice; a near spitting image of Jane as a little bunny girl tugged at her daddy's shirt. "Is everything ok, Daddy?"
Peter was stumped to say anything at first, not sure what to make with what he saw despite how it now explained everything. Eventually; he smiled and looked adoringly at his daughter, petting the back of her head. "Yes Alice; everything is fine now. Let's not keep your mother and your siblings waiting."
Alice giggled as she dashed off back out the front door, stopping to look back to see if her father was coming. Peter closed and locked the backyard door, looking one more time over the field. He gave a respectful nod as he clenched his right hand to make sure he still had the keys and followed his daughter joining his family and ready for the Easter parade.
This year, the family were made honorary guests and would lead the first float; the family Cottontail bunnies of Easter.