Content Warning: Teens. Butt stuff. Butt eggs (oviposition). Mild cum inflation. Stretching/gaping/sizeplay. Gangbang. Sexy Bullying. Actual Bullying. School. Public/Semi-Public. Light musk/sweat fetish. Humiliation. Embarrassment. Teasing.
 

 
Before the Fall
"Easter Bunny"
by beforethefall [Inkbunny]


 
Prologue - The Morning Walk



Aaron grimaced at the shoddily-crafted T-shirt Dom presented to him as they walked down the hill to class. It was the Friday before Easter weekend and the cool morning air was still crisp with the memory of winter's chill as Aaron, his twin sister Erin, and Dom walked to school together down the twisting residential curves of Bendy Road.
"Dom," Aaron plead with his playful whine, "It's bad enough that you made me wear sweatpants to school without underwear...but you want me to wear that thing too?" Aaron asked incredulously as he looked at the plain white t-shirt, which had been inscribed with 'AVH OFFICIAL EASTER BUNNY' on the front and back in permanent marker. It wasn't particularly appealing to Aaron's sense of fashion, but the 15-year-old high school sophomore rabbit was used to Dom's stupid insistence on seemingly trivial tasks by this point; amongst their inside group known plainly as 'side quests'. At least he had some new sweatpants to wear with it.
"Yeah, dude," Dom grinned as he pushed the t-shirt into Aaron's hands. "All day. It'll be fun, you'll see!" the hyena growled playfully, before giving a sharp bark of hyena-laughs that echoed in the quiet suburban morning air. Neither of the rabbits flinched at the hyena's vocalizations, long-since desensitized to them. Erin smirked and grabbed her brother's backpack, easily taking it as he shrugged it off.
"You always act like Dom doesn't have reason for his stupid side quests," Erin teased her brother as Aaron pulled the shirt on.
"I know, but I look ridiculous," Aaron whined, taking his backpack back once he was done putting the shirt on. He grimaced as he looked down at the crude marker lettering.
"I don't think he likes your fashion sense," Erin joked to Dom, and Dom laughed again. 
"Yeah, well maybe I'll never be a designer. But this is important, trust me," the seventeen-year-old senior hyena laughed, wrapping his arms around the bunny twins, Aaron on his right and Erin to his left. The hyena's wagging tail swung between them both, its tufted tip smacking their rumps in turn. "One of these days I'm gonna' have a side quest for you," he warned Erin, who scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"So...what now?" Aaron asked as they walked down the hill and turned to walk along the main road toward the school. Dom laughed again.
"Ha! I think you'll know what when it's time for you to know," the hyena grinned. Aaron groaned.
"I hate when you say that..."
 
 
 
Chapter One - Morning Classes



Immediately upon arriving on the campus of Aardvark Heights High School, several older kids seemed to take notice and started to poke fun at Aaron. Naturally, the predators gave him the worst of it, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to by now. He knew he'd have to live with the nickname "Easter Bunny" for the remainder of the school year, most likely, especially as the herbivores started getting in on the fun. Aaron simply hunkered low, trying to draw as little attention as possible to his shirt as he shuffled through the halls to his first class, hastily stopping at his locker to drop his backpack off and fetch the required book for his first class of the morning. Algebra 101 was the only class he shared with his twin sister, and seated in alphabetical order, Erin sat directly behind Aaron, with her at the obvious advantage to harass him during class.
During the lecture about the multiplication of binomials, Erin leaned forward over her desk, taking her brother's oversized ears into her hands to tug them for his attention.
"So, you excited?" she whispered. Aaron frowned and tried to shoo her away, in no mood. In reality, he wasn't excited, he was annoyed at not knowing what to expect, and the anxiety was slowly building to dread in his gut. He had already noticed lots of odd looks from his classmates in the hallways before first period, but mostly the upperclassmen were looking at him oddly. Erin scoffed, however, as she didn't get a response. "You dork, you should be more appreciative. Dom puts in a lot of work for you, you know. Oh, yeah; catch me during the break, I got something for you."
Aaron grimaced, but shrugged wordlessly in his seat. Erin just took his ears and laid them out over her desk, proceeding to doodle on them with water-based Crayola markers for the rest of class. Aaron knew better than to protest, and by the time the bell rung, both ears were thoroughly Easter-egg patterned.
As the class shuffled out and he began his trudge to his locker, Aaron felt his sister grab him by the elbow and peel him off from the crowd, into the relatively-disused breezeway between buildings. Erin backed him into a corner with a wicked little giggle, digging in her backpack.
"What is this?..." Aaron asked, tentatively. Erin just grinned her wicked Valkyrie grin at him that challenged any predator's menace. She'd picked up so much from Dom in the eight years they'd known each other.
"Side quest," she said, smirking, "I said I had something for you." She pressed her hips to Aaron's solidly to pin him in place against the corner, and she slipped her hand down the back of his sweatpants. She was holding something, Aaron could feel it. Aaron gasped and almost vocalized protest before his sister clapped her hand over his mouth to silence him, and Aaron felt her nimble fingers manipulate that object and press it between the perfect cheeks of his plush, furry bunny-butt and against his pucker. It was cold, and slick, and squishy, and as it was pressed inward Aaron's well-used backside yielded reluctantly to the press until that tapered, smooth and gelatinous item squished straight up into him.
The rabbit's eyes shot wide as he stared, horrified, at his sister. It wasn't that he was suddenly rock-hard against her pelvis, nor that he was rock-hard in his sweatpants, even with no underwear to buffer the shapes. No, it was so, so much worse than that... he was rock-hard with a gelatin egg stuck up his ass, and his pucker was immediately shrinking back closed readily to trap that egg inside. Erin grinned as she pulled her paw back out of his sweats and dug into her pocket, tossing a vial of pastel-colored chalk dust at her brother which stained a dusty streak across his face and shirt in pastel purple, just as a group of preppy herbivore kids walked past.
"Happy Easter, Easter-bunny," they teased, though they seemed none the wiser of the events that just transpired. Erin just smirked and wordlessly left him standing perplexed in that corner, tugging at the color-streaked t-shirt's hem to hide his tented sweatpants.
The second bell rang, snapping Aaron out of his horrified paralysis. Shit! Late for class! He picked his way awkwardly to his locker, exchanged books, and hurried to his second-period English class. He held his Trapper Keeper and textbook in front of him as he wandered in, and a few kids snorted at the sight of the young rabbit's shirt as he shuffled awkwardly in and made up a lame excuse as to his tardiness, before tenderly sitting in his assigned seat.
English, thankfully, was uneventful. Save for a few hushed wisecracks he overheard, he mostly just buried the dread in a disinterested expression, only half-listening to the class as his stomach rolled with anxiety. Erin had to be fucking with him; this was a lot for one of Dom's side quests, but Aaron couldn't shake the notion that it was perfectly on brand, as well. He was too distracted to notice the coyote eyeing him from two rows over.
Forty-seven minutes ticked by, the lump of that egg in his ass making him ache and long for the break with growing desperation.
Aaron lurched to his feet the second the bell rang and hurried out to the hall, eagerly heading for the bathrooms in the stretch of hallways across from the administration offices. He ducked through the door and dropped his books on his way to a stall, but never made it inside. A firm hand replete with hard, strong, clawed predator fingers dug into his bicep, roughly capturing him just shy of the toilet stall.
Aaron's heart sank as he turned and found that the hand belonged to Luke Slater, the obnoxious coyote kid from the trailer park across town - Aaron's least-liked peer in Dom's circle with whom he attended English class. The eighteen-year-old senior grinned his cocky grin as he hauled Aaron against the stall's wall and started digging in his hoodie's pocket with the rabbit effortlessly pinned against the graffiti-scrawled partition.
"Don't think you're getting out of this that easy, fag-rabbit," the coyote growled. Aaron hadn't felt it in so long, he almost didn't recognize it; a sickly churn in his stomach. A double-skip of his heart before it started hammering in triple-time, his fingers and toes going cold and numb. The unmistakable rush of adrenaline triggered by an unfamiliar predator's growl in his ear. The true voice of a predator who he didn't trust. Aaron didn't utter a single sound, simply wincing as his face smashed to the spot someone had carved the words 'A.L. sux hyena dick' months prior. Luke was undeterred. "Nothing to say? Yeah, I thought not. You probably love this shit like Dom says you do, don't you ya' fuckin' homo?" the coyote panted into his ear with the humid reek of trashy carnivore's breath.
Aaron felt the shove of a hand down the back of his sweats and winced, then gasped audibly enough that it echoed in the too-quiet bathroom as Luke pressed another egg to his pucker and began forcing it in. Aaron could easily tell that this egg was bigger than the one his sister had plunged up there less than an hour ago. He tried, and failed, to stifle another quiet gasp as the egg slipped, slowly, through his ring under Luke's urging fingers.
"A little practice for taking preddy knots, queer," Luke laughed as that egg sunk home, joining its double in the rabbit's tight rectum as his sphincter slowly squeezed shut to trap the second egg inside. Aaron squeaked out a faint whimper; he could feel precum rolling down the side of his sheath; his sweats were already wet in front. He didn't even flinch as Luke tossed a streak of chalky, yellow dust across the back of his shirt, adding to the streak of pastel purple on his fur and clothes. "C'mon, Easter-faggot," the coyote laughed as he picked up Aaron's books and shoved them into Aaron's hands, then took the rabbit by the arm again and marched him straight out of the bathroom before abruptly abandoning Aaron in the bustling hallway, quivering head to toe and weak-kneed as his body burned off that maddening brew of combined arousal, rage and fearful adrenaline as he held his books in front of himself.
Fuck you, Dom. Fuck you and your stupid fucking side quests, the rabbit cursed to himself as he tried to compose himself, ears burning in embarrassment as upperclassmen teased and called out to the school's new "Easter Bunny" as they passed by. Aaron, somehow, willed himself into motion and limped his way to Social Studies despite the lumps in his guts that made every movement a fresh slip and jostle inside him, now playing off each other with every minute movement.
Today was surely going to be a long day.
Third period went agonizingly slowly, the teacher's lecture blurring into indecipherable sounds as Aaron's ears rung with frustration. Aaron's ass felt full, his sweats were soaked in precum; he could smell it, and he was positive that the predators could as well. Worse than that, he couldn't stop dreading the next move in what he rightfully expected to be a day-long ordeal. Aaron had caught several looks already from seniors in the class, but he was already certain of who would be making the move, this time. Donnie fucking Logan; Dom's right hand man. One of the only other hyenas in their school save for Dom's girlfriend, Becca. Aaron's eyes caught Donnie's a few minutes into the class, and the grin that flashed from the hyena showed far more tooth than necessary. Aaron was positive.
The bell rang, startling Aaron out of his trance. He bode his time until it would've been awkward to wait much longer, and finally stood. Only when Aaron moved did Donnie stand up as well, tailing the rabbit out of the classroom. Aaron briefly considered bolting, but the hobble of an ass-full of eggs spelled disaster should he try and fail. He only had a few seconds to contemplate, anyway. As he descended the stairwell outside the social sciences building, Donnie caught up. A stern, but refreshingly gentle hand surely guided him to keep heading down the next flight of stairs, into the basement entryway and under the stairwell itself, out of the immediate view of passing students and faculty but still able to watch them pass between the stairs.
"Not a fucking peep, Aaron," Donnie growled with a low lope of hyena-laugh into his ear. Aaron flinched as he felt a hand push his sweats down in back and bared his ass. The hyena, who was only barely smaller than Dom, rumbled huskily into his ear the whole while. Donnie knew well what Dom and Aaron were to each other, and had already played his part in several side quests, but this one, for some reason, felt different. Donnie was closer, gruffer; he was taking what he wanted instead of teasing the idea. Donnie had a lead role, a supporting character no longer. Dom had almost certainly coached him. As Donnie's rough hand squished a gelatin egg up between Aaron's cheeks and against his pucker, Aaron's eyes shot wide as the hyena began forcing it in.
Oh, fuck, they really are getting bigger! 
The thought was stolen from him though as Donnie's firm hand smashed that rubbery-textured goose-egg straight into his ass and the rabbit's pliant, practiced asshole ate it up without complaint, allowing that egg to join its peers in pressing up toward the front of his belly now. The rabbit's feet crossed, toes of one foot fending at the side of the other as the rabbit issued a fresh drooling spatter of precum into his sweatpants. Aaron stifled a faint whimper as Donnie let him up, but the hyena didn't have the courtesy to pull the rabbit's sweats up for him. Instead, Donnie tossed a handful of orange chalk-dust powder at Aaron, kicking up a cloud of the stuff, before a heavily-used sweat towel from gym class landed on Aaron's face. The smell of hyena sweat, even if it wasn't Dom's, made Aaron dizzy with even more heightened arousal, but Aaron hastily dug it into his sweatpants to mop up the mess of precum in his fur and on the inside of the sweats, not that it helped his situation much.
"Dom thought you might need to clean up a little by now. Four periods plus lunch to go, little dude," Donnie said with a bark of full-volume hyena laugh that echoed down the emptying hallway as he headed back up the stairs to his next class. Aaron shuddered and pulled the sweatpants up once he could muster the strength in his trembling fingers, and he gathered his books with an agonizingly unsure bend over to collect them from the floor. Despite trying to hurry, the walk was awkward and deeply uncomfortable by now, and he could hardly maintain his footing as he headed back up and out to make his way, late, to his art class in the building across the street. The towel stayed tucked into the waistband of his sweatpants; a desperately-placed barrier against more horrible precum stains on the front of the sweatpants as the day wore on.
Aaron shuffled into the art classroom with wide eyes and trembling legs. Mr. James had just begun the day's lecture on impressionism, and when he'd noticed Aaron's entry, the older fox smiled.
"Oh, I see we've got a volunteer for our model for the day!" Mr. James said at his usual friendly but energetic pace. "Come along, Aaron. Everyone else has their supplies already, so this works out perfectly. Up you go!" the fox said, holding the chair still so Aaron could use it to step up onto the table and take up a pose on the elevated stool in front of the class. Aaron froze, horrified for a few seconds as the older fox urged him.
"I, uh...I don't..." Aaron stammered, already trembling. Through the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Dom's wicked, toothy grin from the back of the classroom. 
"Nonsense! You're as perfectly valid a subject as any; art is subjective, and especially impressionism! We're capturing energy, today - and you're always so expressive...you'll do fine. Up, up!" the fox urged, and Aaron, ill-equipped to protest further, delicately lifted a leg and planted a foot on the chair, then pressed himself up. The motion nearly made him lose an egg, right there, in front of the class- but as he stood primly upright it sunk back to its place, deep up his rectum. Aaron gave a quick glance around again, before he climbed onto the stool atop the table, steadied by Mr. James, and shrunk in front of the thirty pairs of eyes before him. His knees buckled together, and he folded his hands in his lap. A foot crossed the other, whose heel hung on the rung of the stool. Aaron trembled again as the eggs shifted inside him, and the first plumbed just a little deeper. He was already so full...and Donnie said there was still more to come.
"Yes, there you go! See! Perfect specimen," Mr. James laughed, sitting back at his own desk and putting his feet up, with a sketchbook in his lap to capture his own angle. "Anxiety, personified. Notice the closed in posture, and crossed feet and arms. Elbows in, knees together. Is it shame, or fear? Is there something to hide?" Mr. James coached the class, as everyone started sketching despite a few snickers and comments about the 'Easter Bunny's shirt and colorful dusting. Aaron's eyes scanned the room and landed on Dom, who was holding up a spiral bound notebook that read 'You're FUCKED at lunch!' scrawled in charcoal.
Dom always was the boldest one. Never shy about taunting Aaron about some terrible fate to come, when he was playing his games. Aaron was used to it, or at least, as used to it as he could ever get. Aaron trembled again, dryly swallowing. He tried not to, but he had to shift position a little, and Mr. James clicked his tongue.
"If you need to shift your weight, Aaron, it's fine, but try not to move too much."
"Oh, uh- r-right, sorry Mr. James," Aaron croaked, eyes scanning the class again. There's no way this was by chance. There's no way he could've been picked as a model on this day out of any day by random chance. Mr. James often picked people who were late to class as models, but ...did Dom orchestrate this? ... It wouldn't have surprised him, at this point. Intentionally setting him up to be paraded. A silent gesture to prove to Aaron that Dom had total control; parading him in front of the unsuspecting class with a gut full of jelly eggs, ears decorated in Easter egg patterns by his sister, dashes of pastel colors across his fur and clothes, and that awful t-shirt. Look what I've done. Look at my conquest. See the ruin I've wrought.
Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty... Aaron's adrenaline reserves were running out on him, slowly but surely, but by the end of the class there was just enough left for a sharp spike as the bell for lunch rang. He hadn't even noticed the others winding up and stashing their charcoal sketches away in preparation, but Aaron eased his way down from the makeshift stage and nervously landed himself back on the floor with a wince as the sensation shifted in his guts. He fetched his books, heading for the lunch room.
 
 

Chapter Two - Lunch 



Aaron had never expected to actually make it to the lunch room. It was only down the hall, a hundred feet if even that, but Dom was almost immediately upon him in the hallway. A firm shove into an alcove, a hurried rushing through a door and into the storage room next door to the art classroom. Dark. Quiet, save for the school kids' chatter as they walked by the doors. Dom was already pushing Aaron to his knees as the door swung shut behind them, and the hyena stepped up close.
"Heh, heh...liking your Easter present so far?" the hyena growled while unbuckling his jeans and opening the fly. Aaron stared as Dom fished out his thick, charcoal-black dick from his sheath; he couldn't help but salivate. He knew what Dom wanted, and secretly, he wanted it too. Twice a day, every day, at the very least; that was Dom's demand. He and Becca traded off to keep Dom satisfied; to keep the hyena's worst impulses at bay, a comfortable arrangement they've had for years, now.
"Where the fuck did you get jelly eg-ghlk!" Aaron began to ask before Dom rudely shoved his dick to the back of the rabbit's throat. Aaron's eyes watered as he retched loudly into the darkened classroom, but he braced his hands on Dom's hips as Dom's hands cradled his head and pulled it down, until Aaron swallowed and buried his nose in the hyena's pubic fur, lips smashed tight to his sheath while tears welled up in his eyes. The hyena gave a happy groan, bordering on a moo, as his throbbing cock glided over Aaron's tongue. Dom churned his hips and fucked Aaron's face with a smooth few rolls of his hips, starting to pant happily.
"Rrrrh, doesn't matter does it?" Dom grinned as he smashed his balls to Aaron's chin again, starting to thrust his hips against Aaron's face as he pulled the rabbit down to meet each stroke. Aaron simply caught breaths when he could, working his hyena boyfriend's hard cock without complaint. Aaron rolled his tongue under Dom's glans, tasting the hyena's thick, syrupy precum as it drizzled out, before Dom shoved him down again and tickled Aaron's nose with his pubic fur. "Nnnhh, Suck it, Easter bunny," Dom panted, grinning down at Aaron in the darkened room. The scent of Dom's sweat was  strong in the air as Aaron raked his hands up under the hyena's shirt and felt the taut washboard abs of the fit hyena's stomach under his fur. Dom groaned, rolling his hips for a few more moments before he pulled back, popping his hard, throbbing cock free of the rabbit's mouth and growled. "Bend over, bunny, I want more."
Aaron was briefly disappointed that Dom pulled out before finishing, he was almost looking forward to tasting the hyena's intensely predator-flavored, bitter, spicy cum- but the command sent a unique thrill through Aaron's guts alongside the eggs. The others that morning had been so abrupt, so hands-off. He had the whole lunch break, now, with the one predator in the school that knew how to really drive him wild. Even the dim prospect of relief was enough to get him to comply, and soon the rabbit was positioned over one of the disused desks in the storage room, his sweatpants pulled down in back and baring his furry ass to Dom. The hyena stepped in behind him and leaned down over Aaron's back, pressing his broad hyena glans against his pucker, which was already peeking the latest gelatin egg. Dom aided in pushing it back in, so deep that the first two eggs of the morning slipped behind his second ring and made the rabbit yelp and whimper into his arms as Dom's thick cock plunged them deep down into him.
"Ah~! Fuck," Aaron whimpered as Dom stretched him wider than even the largest egg, yet; the added plunge in his guts made him shudder and grunt, his stomach briefly cramping. "D-Dom," Aaron squeaked, thighs rubbing together helplessly as Dom's rough grip landed on his shoulder and shoved him down over the desk further, as the hyena started clapping his hips off of the rabbit's plush ass, his balls swinging forward enough to knock into Aaron's, making him grunt with discomfort. "D-Dom!" Aaron yelped again.
"What?!" Dom grunted with faint frustration, grabbing Aaron's ears and yanking them to crane the rabbit's head back. Aaron winced at the rough treatment and took a second to compose himself from the faint, voiceless wine as his sensitive ears were pulled. Dom didn't even give him the courtesy of stopping his savage fucking, and Aaron silently appreciated that fact.
"I-I'm gonna cum my pants," Aaron gasped. It was true, as his grip tightened on the edge of the desk; his cock was straining out of its sheath, spritzing precum against the thin and soaked towel tucked behind his waistband. Dom laughed over him, giving a few purposefully-rough bucks against the rabbit's ass.
"Already?! Hah - Good. That'll just help the rest of the bosses find you," Dom growled playfully. "Not gonna' get you out of what's comin', that's for sure," Dom hissed. Aaron could feel him hardening more, getting ready to cum, it wouldn't be long now. "These good folks paid good money for an Easter bunny." Aaron's eyes shot wide. Dom sold him out?!
"What?!" Aaron barked, alarmed. "P-People paid to shove eggs up m-MMPH!" Aaron was cut off by Dom's rough hand pinning his muzzle shut, the hyena grunting and huffing as he took three rough stabs at the rabbit's ass and buried himself on the fourth with an eager groan of relief as Aaron felt the familiar sensation of Dom's hot, nearly-gelatinous cum welling up in his ass, clinging to his insides like rubber cement. There was so much of it that Aaron's eyes rolled back; the sensation of the throbbing belly of Dom's cock against his prostate drove him over the edge, as the hyena blasted his guts full.
Aaron's hips bucked with the wracking pulses of his own climax, shooting so hard against the soaked fabric of that towel that Dom barked out a laugh even in the midst of his orgasm, grinding his hips hard to Aaron's ass and groaning as the bunny milked his cock with each powerful squirt on the inside of his sweatpants and that towel.
"F-fuck, ha~! H-haven't made you cum so hard we could hear it since that camping trip when we were kids," Dom laughed, still churning his hips and groaning at the dying throbs of his climax, before he pulled back and replaced his cock with a gelatin egg, easily slipping it through Aaron's gaping ass to a squeak and yelp from the bunny, as it squeezed through with a quiet 'plup'. "Ah, fuckyeah," Dom panted, laughing again, more under his breath now, "Hah. There ya' go, dude. Can't have you leakin' me all over, can we?" Dom grinned, drawing a hand back and spreading his fingers, bringing it down briskly in a single, hard smack on Aaron's asscheek, enough to make shed fur fly in the dim light of the storage room. "Happy Easter, Easter Bunny."
"Ah! H-hey!" Aaron whined at the abrupt spanking striking a welt under his fur. He shrunk back from the edge of the desk and delicately plucked the soggy towel out of his pants, frowning at the dark cum-stains evident on the front of his sweats where the towel had failed to keep up with the rabbit. He sighed and slowly straightened his back, carefully squeezing the fourth egg deeper as his pucker sealed back up behind it, then pulled his sweatpants up and tossed the sodden towel into the trashcan with a revoltingly wet splat of cum-soaked fabric on the inside of the plastic can. He turned just in time for Dom to dash a little vial of pastel-red powder across his face and chest. Aaron flustered, "What's with the colors anyway?!"
"Thank Raj for those, he had a bunch left over from Holi," Dom laughed, tossing a 'fresh' towel at the rabbit, Dom's own used sweat towel from his P.E. period. Aaron gave himself a moment's grace to bury his face in the fabric and just breathe Dom's scent for a few moments, before using it to start desperately toweling at his sweatpants in front, trying to dry them at least some. Dom continued, "Oh, speaking of Raj, he's gonna' help you get cleaned up during Homeroom. Just play along," the hyena grinned. "Gonna come eat lunch with us?"
"Uh...y-yeah," Aaron said, though he genuinely hadn't thought that far ahead. His mind was a fuzz of post-climactic bliss that was slowly ceding ground to the clarity of his terrible predicament again. "Just need a minute. Will you get me a veggie tray and apple juice?" Dom laughed.
"Gross. Seeya there. Hey, by the way? Easy part's over, now," Dom said, with a horrible foreboding tone before simply leaving Aaron to clean himself up and make the awkward, shameful shuffle to the lunch room with his color-stained shirt pulled down to hide his messy sweatpants. 
 

 
As he was passing one of the herbivore tables, he heard a group of rabbits with whom he shared little in common commenting just loud enough that Aaron was sure they wanted him to hear him.
"Look at him, what a sorry heap," Monica the Cunt, Aaron's private name for her, commented to Dirk the Dickhead.
"That's what happens when you're the token prey in a gang of predators," Dirk responded. Summer the Slut, Dirk's bimbo girlfriend, joined in.
"Ugh, he smells like a hyena, I would totally just kill myself if I were him," she said, making brief eye contact with Aaron. 
Aaron rolled his eyes and continued walking, ignoring the burst of laughter behind him. He made his way to the back of the lunch room, where Dom, Donnie and Becca were saving him his usual corner spot at their table next to Donnie. Luke and a couple of his friends were at the other end of the table, though despite a few knowing grins, nobody brought up Aaron's predicament as he delicately took his seat in front of his lunch tray, awkwardly fidgeting and unable to get comfortable with the fullness that was bloating his belly.
He wasn't hungry. The mess of his nerves and the anxiety-sickness of being paraded around the school in his state, even if most people didn't know, had him burned out. But, he made a gestural attempt at nibbling on the carrot and celery sticks in front of him, and dabbed at the little puddle of runny almond butter.
Thankfully, lunch went without further incident, same as always. At least they let him have a bit of peace, if only for the remainder of the half hour that he wasn't getting his ass pounded by Dom.
It was the perfect opportunity for Aaron to roil with dread about his next class.
 
 

Chapter Three - Afternoon Classes



Aaron got to the locker room early, and headed straight for the coach's office. Aaron knew there was no way he could make it through a normal day of P.E. in his state, even walking from class to class was getting challenging as four eggs fought for space in his guts, jostling with every step; the latest of which sat plumb to his pucker and threatened to try squeezing out with the slightest of wrong moves.
Soccer would not be happening today. Not for him.
"Uh...Coach Pendleton?" Aaron said, knocking on the office door. The older river otter looked over his shoulder and smiled with a bristle of his whiskers.
"What is it, Lapin?" the coach asked. His voice was gruff, fine-tuned by cigars and screaming across athletic fields, but the coach was a generally kind guy in spite of that.
"I, uh...I'm not feeling well today, could I m-maybe sit out today?" Aaron asked, timidly. The coach turned and looked at him with a quick up and down survey.
"You sure look the part. Get in a fight with a box of sidewalk chalk or somethin'?" the coach laughed.
"Uh, something like that," Aaron mumbled, hanging onto the doorframe.
"You still gotta' change out like everyone else, Lapin - but everyone gets one. I'll take it easy on ya' today since ya' always give it your all. Don't need the nurse, do ya'?"
"Uh, n-no, that's okay. Thanks, Coach." Aaron smiled. He turned and headed to the locker room to change into his gym clothes. The first bell after lunch hadn't rung yet, so Aaron found relative privacy in the locker room, changing hastily out of his sweatpants and into the blue athletic shorts. As he pulled the t-shirt off he saw the horrifying sight of a lump in his stomach, just under his navel. He probed it with a finger and it shifted, making Aaron weak in the knees as he sunk down onto the bench, palming the ovoid shape in his belly. He whimpered faintly under his breath, before he hurriedly pulled his gym t-shirt on and slammed his locker shut, heading to the gym floor.
Gym was agonizing to watch, but worse was answering the repeated questions from his usual soccer buddies on why he was sitting out. But, the period wore by quickly as Aaron sat on the sidelines and watched the class, wondering who his next assailant would be. So far, aside from his sister, they'd all been relatively apex predators; there were six of those in this class. The cheetah twins, that preppy wolf guy, the sort of uptight dingo, the foxes with whom he and Erin shared their rare opposite-gender identical-twinship with, and Leo, the white lion; the rich kid. Aaron watched them playing, pensively awaiting the blow of the whistle, which came far too soon.
"Alright, pack it up! Five minutes til' period break!" the coach shouted across the field, and everyone headed back to the gym building to hit the showers. Aaron lagged behind purposefully, not only because his gait had been reduced to an awkward shuffle by the fullness, but because he wanted to see who was going to lag back to stay behind him.
So, it's Leo. Wonder how Dom talked him into that... Aaron wondered as he saw the lion, even bigger than Dom, prowling closer to him. Leo eventually caught up and put his arm around Aaron's shoulders, rumbling a low vocalization that gave Aaron a fresh kick of the adrenaline he was quickly growing a tolerance to. His sweat smelled acrid, ammonia and feline musk, a lot stronger than Aaron liked.
"Hey, Easter Bunny," Leo said with his deep rumble of a voice. He was one of the oldest seniors in the school, not because he'd been held back but his birthday was the closest to the cutoff date for his grade.
"Hey, Leo," Aaron said, as the lion ushered him into the locker room. Aaron knew it was too late to try to direct his fate at this point. Four eggs too late, in fact.
"It's gonna' be hard enough as it is, so I'm gonna' be as easy as I can on you. Just don't make it harder on yourself. Get dressed and hang around the back of the locker room. Otherwise I'm gonna' run you down and do it in the hall in front of everyone. And I won't be gentle if you make me do that." Leo said. It was matter-of-fact. Leo was in charge; Leo was always in charge. The lion's flat, determined tone made Aaron squirm, and he hated to admit that he liked the idea of being the lion's plaything, even if he wished Leo smelled more like Dom.
Aaron dressed, and did as he was instructed. Leo showed up, freshly showered and dressed back in his polo and cargo khakis, as the final few people were filtering out of the locker room. He pushed Aaron back into one of the shower stalls and, unlike the others, held up the gelatin egg for Aaron to see. Aaron swallowed dryly when he saw it; it was enormous! Dom's egg was the circumference of a tennis ball; this one was closer to a softball. Aaron whined, but as Leo gestured, the rabbit turned and braced his hands on the wall. The white lion leaned down and tugged the back of Aaron's sweats down, and laughed abruptly.
"Dude, you're prairie-dogging the last egg you got already. Grit your teeth, man," Leo laughed. Aaron could feel him manipulating the egg up against his backside. Even the first push he could feel all the way up behind his bellybutton, as the whole row of eggs shoved deeper under the pressure of the massive lion's push. Aaron whimpered again, but felt himself pushing back against the stretch; it had been a long time since he'd felt such a big stretch; it reminded him of the first couple weeks he knew Dom, muffling his whimpers into the pillows as the hyena buried himself.
"Haaa~! Anh- t-too much..!" Aaron whimpered as the girth of Leo's egg pried his ring out before the egg mercifully compressed and slipped past his ring. Aaron's own muscle started helping the egg in as he groaned under his breath, hearing the bell for period break ring as the fresh egg pushed a third egg past his second ring and solidly seated it deep in his guts. Leo laughed as the egg slowly disappeared from view, though Aaron's ass appeared to be at its limit.
"Hah, rabbits really are bottomless bottoms, aren't they?" Leo joked, tugging Aaron's sweats back up and casting his own little vial of pastel blue powder across Aaron's head, back and ears. Aaron said nothing, as the lion stopped to wash his hands before strolling out of the locker room. 
Aaron's shaking knees could barely take his weight any longer. His next class was across campus, and he had to make a locker stop still. He started slowly, but found if he straightened his back he could retain the larger egg more easily, even if it forced it deeper and caused the other eggs to push his belly out, making the rabbit appear near pregnant were it not for the loose shirt.
Aaron's sister was waiting for him at his locker; her grin stretching further as she saw his state and counted his colors. 
"Dude, five?! I bet Dom you couldn't get past the fourth," she snickered as Aaron reached in his locker for his natural sciences textbook.
"I hope it cost you everything," Aaron growled to his sister, as convincing as a bunny could. Erin didn't flinch, she'd spent too much time around the hyenas. Just like Aaron.
"Nah, Dom just wants me to fuck his girlfriend while he watches. Got another one in ya'? Donnie's got you capped at six but Leo just changed his bet to say you can go all the way," Erin mused. Aaron knew that she knew that sort of teasing drove him nuts. That people were talking about him behind his back, that others knew what was happening to him today. He stood back up and slammed his locker door as the bell rang, turning to head to his science class as Erin antagonized him, not even caring that she was late to her own class.
"Would you shut up?!" Aaron begged, flustered, as he was forced to stop mid-stride to straighten his back and urge that bigger egg to re-seat under his tail with a faint shudder, before bee-lining to his science class. Aaron didn't even notice his sister leaving to catch her own class before she was too late. 
Aaron delicately squirmed into his seat and crossed his feet, raking his claws nervously at the edges of the desk. He felt eyes on him from everywhere in the classroom as he shuddered and willed his stomach to stop cramping every time a minor shift inside him would set off a spasm. It was during one of these terrible moments that his gut was wrenching down around the eggs and trying to force the intruders out, as Aaron mustered as much strength as he could to keep them in place, that the teacher called his name.
"Aaron? ... Hellooo, Earth to Aaron!" Mr. Nolte said, eliciting a chuckle from the class as Aaron's eyes shot wide open.
"S-sorry, I was distracted! What's the question?"
"Apt moment for a lapse of attention, I'd think," Mr. Nolte chuckled, as did the class, "What sorts of signals do neurons use to communicate thoughts, actions, and other stimuli?" Aaron thought quick, glanced to the board, and then to the paper that had a few helpless scribbles in front of him.
"U-uh...electrical?"
"Electrical and...?"
"Uh... Electrical and chemical?" he repeated, realizing as he said it that he'd heard the grouping of words several times in the last twenty minutes.
"Good!" the elderly badger said, continuing his lecture as Aaron sunk in his seat, staring at the clock. 
The minutes ticked past, and the bell soon rung, by now a tolling that announced the next stage of Aaron's torment under Dom's wicked designs. Aaron was so lost in his head, barely able to carry himself back to his locker by this point, he never saw it coming. 
Truly, it was common for the grizzly bear to be overlooked, since it was so rare to see him doing anything but scratching quick mechanical-pencil lettering into his composition books. He sat two desks behind, and one row over from Aaron in science. Despite his quiet demeanor, Jack Fall was, by far, the largest kid in their school at six feet, ten inches and 450 pounds of shaggy scruff and dense muscle with zero competitive nature that frustrated the Coach to no end. A huge, furry mass of power which was thrown, without governance, against Aaron's back as he opened his locker door, shoving the rabbit completely inside the locker, face-first. 
Aaron yelped as his face and stomach smashed against the back wall of the locker, and he only barely retained the most-recent egg that was still straining him, gasping out as the huge bruin blocked out the light and shielded his actions from view with naught but his immense mass stood in front of Aaron's locker. Someone else was at his right, leaned up against the lockers beside them to block any side views, and his door stood open at the other. A private little booth in hell, all for Aaron; the bustling hallway's sounds still filtering inside as he heard others laughing at what they saw as a mere bit of bullying. A huge hand came around and held a tiny bottle to Aaron's nose. Aaron's panicked breathing brought in the vapors that made his nose burn, and soon his ears were ringing, the rabbit going lightheaded and dizzy as his eyesight darkened and TV-static encroached on the edges of his vision. A warm rush flooded up from his belly that made him swoon even more, helpless under the assault.
Wordlessly, Jack shoved the other hand down the back of his sweatpants and leveraged a huge, gelatin egg against his ass. Through the popper-induced haze, it felt like that egg was a brick-wall of slimy gel against his asshole that stretched him impossibly wide. Aaron's whine was so tense it was inaudible, tears welling in his eyes as the penultimate egg yawned his once-tight little asshole to new breadth faster than he was ready, despite being eased by a fresh huff from that bottle that Jack held to his nose. Jack's push of that egg had incredible torque, and squeezed the egg through, somehow still whole, after a mere few seconds. Aaron let out a grunt and a huff of breath as the other eggs were crowded deeper yet, shoving the air out of his lungs as his diaphragm compressed to make room. His stomach was lumpy, a cursed visage of collected ovoid bulges where once a taut, skinny rabbit-boy-toy tummy once was.
As unceremoniously as he was shoved into the locker, he was released, knock-kneed yet again and grasping desperately at the coat hooks in his locker for handholds as his legs threatened to fail him as he slowly extracted himself from the locker, his head slowly clearing from the unexpected inhalants. Through the pastel-green cloud that still hung from the dye he'd just been dusted with, he saw Jack's sheer mass departing in one direction, and the telltale bold orange-black stripes of Raj - Rajagopal Sahar, the bengal tiger - leaving in the other direction.
Aaron caught himself slowly sinking to his knees, unable to hold himself up any longer. His legs wouldn't cooperate. His guts were churning, cramping and flexing against the invading eggs. He couldn't even get hard, anymore; just leaking a pathetic drizzling of bunny piss and precum as his control faltered. He was breaking down. He knew he should be used to this moment, it always came toward the end of the higher-difficulty side quests Dom would give him. All the priming and no payoff, his nerves wracked, his composure stretched tight as a guitar string, preamble after preamble hammering against his will all day. He was given some tiny, gestural relief during lunch, but Aaron knew it was only to serve as a tease, something to give him a taste, to remind him of what relief felt like. Something that made it, maybe, possible to last the rest of the day; a calculated move to prolong Aaron's torture. Dom's terrible, evil design.
Aaron laboriously willed himself to stand, still facing into his locker. He grabbed his small Spanish book and, using the wall for support, meagerly picked his way upstairs to his class, every step threatening to drop an egg down the leg of his sweatpants.
Aaron couldn't even fit into his rabbit-sized desk properly, in Spanish. He found his back pressed to the backrest, and stomach raking awkwardly against the desktop, a sensation he'd never felt before. Too big for a seat. He gripped the edges of the desk and gritted his teeth, whimpering under his breath as he shuffled himself solidly into place before the bell rang, by some miracle. His eyes caught Raj's from across the room, and he stared, hard, at the tiger. Raj gave a little smile and a simple, frustrating side-to-side gesture with his head - the head-bobble he was known for - that was a wordless way to say a thousand different things.
Right now, Aaron could only interpret it to mean 'it is what it is, and it can't be helped'. Aaron secretly agreed, despite the fact that he couldn't even reliably hold a pencil in his state. Every tick of the clock seemed to echo under the drone of the repeated call-and-response as the class drilled on "Por" y "Para". Aaron saw it as such a trivial thing. Small, inconsequential. Some minute detail of a larger world in which unthinkable horrors are inflicted upon innocent young rabbits.
Aaron noticed an uneasy peace that began to settle in his guts, in which he could find no sanctuary. He had felt this before, but only twice, always under Dom's most brutal command. The world slowed around him, and his consciousness finally, mercifully, began to recoil in horror after so much torment. He found himself gazing out at the world through a Vaseline-smeared lens, detached from the soft soap-opera glow of reality. The sensation in his guts dulled, once a screaming fullness that prevented him from taking a proper breath now becoming naught but a dull ache, a part of his being. Accepted. Endured. He could swear he felt his feet lift from the floor, the desk rising with him, tipping precariously as a wave of nausea rolled up the back of his tongue. He swallowed, and took another breath, steadying himself.
Stay calm. Stay quiet. This, too, shall pass.
A sign hung from the ceiling, relating the mnemonics to differentiate "ser" and "estar". It began to rock lazily on its monofilament fishing line. Relief, found in a cool breeze from the ventilation ducts wisping against Aaron's face. He took another breath, and stretched the toes that screamed for mercy after a day spent curled. There was no capacity for tension left; as if the agony of free will had been stretched out of him as if it were a cramped muscle. 
Aaron is just meat, after all. A stupid bunny that plays stupid games with predators who are way out of his league. This thing, whatever it might be, that resides in him simply pulls the controls. Only the body knows torment. I am free, weightless and without worry.
Aaron heard familiar mouth noises from somewhere, out there. Eyes were on him, and a fresh rush of panic roared up beneath his breastbone. A funny word, that slowly resolved meaning. A name? No, his name. No, no, what did they want? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? 
Shh. We're so close, now. It's going to be okay. Focus.
Aaron groped for the right levers to pull, and only mustered a dumb, "Huh?" for the class, inviting snickers from the class that went beyond his comprehension in the moment.
"Yo mire la tele," the teacher paused, for dramatic effect, "dos horas? Por o para?" Aaron slowly pieced together the context, as whatever controlled his body forced out the best guess of an answer, an alien force settling back behind the eyes of thoroughly broken bunny meat.
"Auhh... Por?" Aaron asked, unsure, but hoping any answer would get him off the hook. He couldn't read her expression, not really, but she seemed satisfied enough, since she moved on and continued speaking in that indecipherable language, Aaron's faculties to translate were far, far beyond his reach at the moment..
I'm in trouble. She knows. They all know.
Anxious energy flooded Aaron's senses again.
It's going to be okay. Dom said Raj is going to help. Raj will make it end, he'll make it better.
Aaron slowly brought his gaze to look to Raj, across the room, who was looking back at him. Aaron never expected Raj to be someone in on such a terrible plot, the tiger was always so nice, so humble, even shy at times.
Dom had gotten Jack to break his usual demeanor as well, though. Dom could do that sort of thing. He was persuasive in the most terrible ways.
That isn't Raj. It's Dom in tiger stripes. His corruption. His malice.
The bell rang. He didn't want autonomy anymore. Thinking was hard. Full. The sensation shone so brightly in his body's perception that it blotted out all other senses, all other thought. There was no will left. No Aaron.
Only Easter Bunny.
One moment, Raj was there in front of him. Words, meaningless, were exchanged in the Spanish classroom. Raj's strong hands helping him up from his desk. Then a blur, walking, first to Aaron's locker, then to homeroom. He didn't have his books. Or his homework. 
Why did they get left behind? Aaron wondered, feeling naked. He clutched his t-shirt's hem and wrung it in his hands. Raj spoke to the teacher for him. The nurse? Because he isn't feeling well? Aaron's distended stomach wrenched in protest. No; Raj is right. Something is wrong. Raj was a good friend. He was going to take him there, and help make him better. Aaron leaned against Raj, as the tiger's arm wrapped around his shoulders. The tiger was enormous; Aaron barely came up to his sternum. Raj smelled like incense and spices, in a way that reminded him of Dom's deodorant.
Because it's Dom in tiger stripes, repeated in Aaron's mind. He couldn't will himself to flee. There was no place to go. He couldn't run in his state. Aaron longed for youth. He was more sensitive, then. He would have lost consciousness hours ago. Tonic immobility, they called it. When a rabbit suffers a traumatic enough event they lose perception. Lose consciousness, to spare them the suffering of being devoured alive.
Aaron only noticed as they were rounding the gymnasium building that they weren't going to the nurse's office. By this point, Raj was practically carrying him. Aaron didn't have any capacity left with which to question or protest as the back door opened and Donnie flashed a fanged grin as Aaron was escorted in.
The bell rang again, as the door closed behind him.
 
 

Chapter Four - Homeroom



"Holy shit. Is he even in there?" Dom asked with a laugh that echoed off the locker room walls. The hyena waved his hand in front of Aaron's face, and the rabbit didn't flinch; several seconds later bringing his gaze to meet the hyena's. "Heh-hah! Earth to Aaron," Dom mused, ruffling Aaron's headfur. Aaron simply complied as Dom took his hand and led him to the bench. Aaron followed without complaint, as Luke, Donnie, Leo and Jack were casually disrobing. Dom was holding a thick coil of paracord.
"He went to la-la-land in Spanish," Raj commented. "He's going to be alright, right?" Raj wondered, with an expression of sincere concern despite the natural predatory interest in subjecting a prey species to such mistreatment. Dom scoffed.
"He'll be fine. Won't ya', Aaron?" Dom asked, drawing the rabbit's distant attention again. Dom coached the rabbit with a big grin and a slow nod, and Aaron nodded in turn. "There's a good bunny. And you got room for one more little Easter egg, yeah?" Dom asked, with his best herbivore-friendly smile. Dom knew when to put on the kid gloves. Aaron, in his state, wasn't even processing the words, that much was obvious. He just returned the smile in his daze and nodded back as Dom led him. "Yeah, good bunny."
Dom helpfully stripped Aaron's shirt off, and then the sweatpants. The nude bunny laid down with Dom's guidance, on his back, on the bench. Donnie helped, lifting Aaron's legs toward his head, as that coconut-sized jelly egg peeked from the rabbit's abused ring.
"God-damn, man. He's a wreck," Luke laughed, "C'mon Raj, do it dude," the coyote urged the tiger, who was already digging into his backpack to produce the final egg. The tiger grinned and revealed the final egg, holding it up in his hand. It was the size of an ostrich egg, tough red gelatin that was dripping in syrupy lube from the bag it'd been pulled from. The gathered crowd uttered various low whistles, laughs, and exclamations of surprise at the sight. 
Aaron didn't even look. He was too busy staring upside-down at Jack's fat balls as the bear sat above him on the bench, holding his ankles. Dom busily lashed Aaron's wrists to his ankles, and those coils to the bench, before getting a half-dozen more coils in to steady Aaron's knees to his chest, while leaving his hands just barely free enough to open and close.
"Ha! Two hands, one mouth and fuzzy set of feet. Good sideshow to lead up to a main attraction, am I right?" Dom mused to the others, to mixed chuckles and approval. "Alright Raj, you were the top bidder; he's all yours."
Raj stepped forward and, palming that egg in both hands, pressed its narrowest end against the protruding back-end of the sixth egg that was threatening to make its escape. The others chuckled as they watched Aaron's expression go from that distant, dazed drunkness to immediate alarm and concern as the sixth egg was pushed deeper, and a seventh began to squeeze against his ring.
"Ah- fuck, haa~!" the rabbit squeaked out, abruptly kicking in the rope bonds, causing Jack to recoil a little before catching the rabbit's feet. "W-wait, waitwaitwait!" Aaron begged, in blind panic as his consciousness abruptly came crashing back into his body. The others cheered and laughed.
"There he is!" Dom laughed, "Welcome back, dude; just one more, you're almost done!" the hyena encouraged. Donnie cackled. Aaron whined and struggled against his bonds, but was in a hopeless position.
"Holy shit! Where's he packing them all?!" Donnie laughed. "I can't wait to see what his sister can do."
"Dude, shut the fuck up, you couldn't pull bunny tail if your life depended on it," Leo goaded, to which Donnie responded with a strong middle finger. The lion was already settling in close, pressing his tapered, barbed spike of a dick into Aaron's hand. Aaron reflexively gripped it and kneaded his thumb under the glans. Jack shuffled closer and reached under his heavy gut to unsheath his fat, ursine cock which was readily smeared to Aaron's lips. The rabbit opened his mouth for his first-ever taste of the bear as Jack shoved deep into his throat. He was as big as Dom, and nearly the same shape. In spite of the subtle gag around Jack's cock, Aaron couldn't suppress the whimper as his toes flexed, while Raj's palm shoved steadily on the back of that final, enormous egg, causing Aaron's overt panic to at first intensify, then fade as his conscious thought retreated yet again.
The bystanders watched it sink deeper into the rabbit as Aaron's stomach swelled further. They chanted for every inch of progress, until, finally, the egg was swallowed and Raj's fingers left its surface when Aaron's guts took over and held it in place with just a yawning ring of taut rabbit pucker around the peeking blunt-end of the red gelatin egg. Raj grinned and grabbed a vial from his pocket, dashing the final dose of color onto the rabbit; pastel pink. He made sure to hit Aarons' discarded shirt with a streak of it as well.
The locker room rung with the cheers and laughter of the gathered predators at the rabbit's feat. Aaron gagged on Jack's cock again as the bear shoved himself to the hilt, smashing Aaron's nose in against the heavy, sweaty-furred orbs of the grizzly's balls. Aaron's hand obediently started to pump Leo's throbbing dick in his right hand with what limited mobility he had, feeling the lion firming rapidly. 
"Think he can take your dick too?" Leo asked Raj, who laughed as he was stripping his shirt off.
"I hope so. I paid enough for it. He'll just be loose if I let him drop the egg," Raj said, casually disrobing as Luke stepped up to Aaron's other side, opposite Leo. Luke simply nudged his sheath against Aaron's hand, and the rabbit grasped it immediately. Luke laughed as he rolled his hips into the rabbit's tender grip.
"Dude, Dom. Your bunny's got dick-friendly autopilot or something, I swear," the coyote laughed, and Jack and Leo followed, as did Dom with a bark of proper hyena-cackles as he stroked himself, watching Aaron work.
"Ha~! Just remember to bust in his ass, you jackoffs. He's gonna' need all the lube we can give him to get those eggs back out," the hyena cackled, and the others laughed in response.
"Ugh, fuck he sucks dick like it's his job, too," Jack groaned, leaning back and rolling his hips at Aaron's mouth a few times, the big bear huffing soft breaths as his cock throbbed on Aaron's tongue, and Aaron's noisy slurping resounded in the locker room. Raj edged closer, now fully disrobed, and casually probed his cock against Aaron's stretched pucker, forcing a dimple into the egg as he leveraged his way between it and the bunny's stretched body. Aaron didn't even whimper, as the bengal tiger's thick, six-inch cock sunk in beside the egg and burrowed deep into the rabbit's heavily-used ass.
"Aahhh, oh, he's tight," Raj groaned, leaning forward to grasp the back of Aaron's ankles, grinding deeper until his sheath nestled to the bunny's rim and he began pumping his hips, trying to wedge the egg deeper with pressure from his pelvis each time he buried himself. Raj built rhythm steadily, until his hips were clapping off the rabbit's backside forcefully enough to jostle Jack's belly with each impact of the gagging rabbit's nose to his lap. Luke was humping lazily into one of Aaron's hands, and Leo into the other.
"Hurry up, dude," Jack insisted with a laugh, pulling his hips back so Aaron could heave a desperate breath and whimper out freshly into the air as Raj worked harder and harder. The bengal tiger's massive, muscular body flexed over him, "I don't wanna have to sit here and edge in this kid's throat, dude."
"Hey, relax," Raj groaned, shifting his angle as he dug into Aaron and worked a bit more deliberately, "Just a little...a little more," the tiger panted, and Dom grinned wickedly as he sat on a bench and stroked himself next to Donnie, who was doing the same.
"Don't forget your real voices, guys. He loves that shit. Stage up, Jack. You're next." the hyena growled, his tail wagging. "Show 'em what a good little fucktoy you are, Aaron. Make me proud," the hyena encouraged, laughing a bit more. Raj grunted and bared his fangs, his whiskers bristling. A low growl rose in the tiger's chest before, with his climactic thrust, a deep roar shook the nearby locker doors, as the tiger pulsed thick ropes of slick feline seed in behind the largest egg, the cat's barbs digging into Aaron's walls and making him howl in mixed pleasure and pain as Jack slipped out of his mouth and stood up.
"Ah! Unh! Oh, yeah," Raj groaned as he came off his peak and abruptly pulled back, slipping his cock out and almost dragging the seventh egg out with it. Jack caught it in the nick of time as he jockeyed into position and shoved himself into the rabbit, making sure to position himself to give the most possible abuse to the rabbit's prostate, while Raj headed into the big communal shower. Aaron didn't even have a moment to catch his breath as the bear sunk deep and his stomach smashed to the back of Aaron's thighs. Jack started pumping eagerly right away, grinning as he stared down at the little bound rabbit that was tugging on a lip-sticking coyote's sheath with one hand, while Leo fed his cock to the rabbit who gagged again, more strongly, as the lion's barbs tickled the back of his throat.
"Mrrrh," the bear vocalized headily, "Keep doin' that, Leo; I'd swear he bears down when he gags," Jack laughed, starting to pound the rabbit, lubricated by a smear of dissolved gelatin egg and tiger cum that was slowly mixing with the dredged-up hyena-glue from earlier that day. "Nnnghh, tight little rabbit, I bet your ass felt awesome before Dom destroyed it with these eggs," Jack laughed, as did the other predators.
"Best I've ever had," Dom growled, nudging Donnie in the side and directing him toward Aaron, which Donnie readily accepted, settling his throbbing, black hyena-dick into Aaron's hand. Aaron gagged again on Leo's cock before a greedy suction echoed in the locker room again, all while his free hand closed around Donnie's cock and began to knead and tug it with the limited range of motion his bonds afforded.
"Fuuuck, he's insatiable," Leo groaned, thrusting his cock slowly into the rabbit's mouth and watching the underclassman's throat flex with each stroke forward as the rabbit prepared to swallow more dick than the lion had to offer. Leo gave a low leonine growl as he bounced his balls off the rabbit's nose in short, shallow strokes.
Jack was well into it by now, grunting hungrily and panting hard, his tongue lolled out and drooling spittle onto Aaron's stomach and chest as he clapped his hips against the rabbit's ass. The bear's fur was quickly spiked with sweat from the effort of heaving his sheer mass around, though the effort was quickly rewarded as he grunted, teeth bared, and threw his head back with a deep ursine roar, as his hips hammered the rabbit's ass throughout a powerful, flooding orgasm that surged ounce after ounce of hot bear semen deep down behind the largest egg. Aaron's stomach rounded more, losing yet more of the definition of the individual lumps.
"Nnahh, haaa, yeah, grrrh...good little fucktoy rabbit, unh," Jack groaned, languidly thrusting his hips as he looked across to Leo and smirked. "Wanna stick your little dick in a rabbit's ass, dude? Better hurry, he's gonna lose this egg if he goes more than a second without someone to pin it in place." Leo scowled at him, but pulled back as Donnie and Dom laughed at the lion's expense. "Aw, don't look so sore about it dude, some species just don't get any luck. At least Aaron's smaller than you," Jack teased as he waited for Leo to get into position, and exchanged places as hastily as possible with the lion, who mounted the rabbit eagerly and sunk straight in with little resistance, hilting his barely-six-inch, barbed dick.
Leo growled, standing on his toes and straightening his back to dig deep into the slight little bit of give between the egg and his rectum, resuming his shallow, brisk thrust as he tapped his balls off the exposed end of that final egg that ever-threatened to dislodge at any moment as Jack headed to the showers as well, joining Raj.
"You can ask any big cat girl, me and Raj got more than enough to do the job right with them," Leo hissed, mrowling softly as he picked up the pace under Aaron's tail. The white lion bared his teeth, arching, and after only a few seconds, he abruptly hilted himself with a tense and a choked roar; a bassy note that Aaron could feel through his stretched guts as the lion pulsed several slick shots of feline cum into him. The hyenas laughed, again.
"Fuck!" Donnie laughed, "You paid for like ten seconds?! All that shit people talk about lions is true, huh?" Donnie cackled despite Aaron strangling his dick, milking it and smearing precum back into his length. The rabbit's other hand had partially unsheathed Luke's cock and was pumping the coyote boy's pink-fleshed dick with his sheath as a stroker. Dom was busily working his cock between Aaron's footpaws, his balls resting on the rabbit's nose, who was suckling and licking them hungrily as he huffed deep breaths of the hyena's scent.
"Let's see you try to do it a hundred times in a day, faggot, and see who the real stud is then!" the Lion snarled, abruptly pulling back which sparked a loud yelp from the rabbit as the lion's barbs caught him. Aaron's ass immediately started yielding the largest egg. 
"Donnie, for fuck's sake," Dom laughed, "Don't start a fight, just go take over," Dom said, punching Donnie in the arm, who barked out a quick hyena-cackle as he pulled out of Aaron's grasp and hastily caught that largest egg before it could slip fully from Aaron's pucker. The rabbit whined out and curled his toes as Donnie had to apply serious pressure to get the egg back into its spot, and a gutteral groan emitted from the rabbit. Dom hunkered down, as he held Aaron's feet together on either side of his dick, smearing precum into Aaron's soft, furry soles. 
"Three more, Easter Bunny. You got this," he said with a reassuring tone.
Aaron didn't respond, save for a keening, pleading moan as Donnie began wedging his fat glans between the egg and his ring, his left hand still gripping Luke's cock just above his knot as the coyote spattered watery precum in occasional squirts across the rabbit. Luke was panting as he stared at the ceiling, trying not to pay attention to the other males he was surrounded by lest he be accused of being gay, a fate he found particularly unappealing. Donnie groaned, sinking deep into the rabbit's thoroughly cream-pied ass, the belly of his dick pinned to the gelatin egg that continuously threatened to spill out of the rabbit.
"Nnngh," Donnie groaned through gritted teeth, "Dom, you gotta get his sister down for one of these, dude." Dom laughed, smearing his cockhead to Aaron's lips, who opened up and suckled his glans down again with pure obedience.
"She'd fuck you up, dude," Dom growled playfully, as he slowly plunged himself through the rabbit's mouth a few times, before he settled in and rested, hilted, in the rabbit's maw to wait for his turn. "She's a fuckin' psycho, like..." Dom barked out a loud hyena laugh, "Like my understudy or some shit, she's insane."
"Even better," Donnie hissed as he pumped his hips, pausing for a moment to grind the root of his dick against the backside of that egg and force it deeper in search of a better range of motion. Seeming satisfied, Donnie groaned and got back to pumping his hips, panting quietly with a low hyena-laugh, "Nngh, maybe she'll do a little more than just lay there and take it. I think you broke your rabbit, Dom," Donnie barked out another laugh, as did Dom and Luke.
"Kinda' the point, fucker," Dom laughed, groaning lazily as he looked down to Aaron's throat swallowing around him as obediently as always, trembling as he started running low on air. Dom didn't budge. "You want a fucktoy, you gotta break 'em proper. Isn't that right, Aaron?" the hyena teased. Aaron gagged, and noisily inhaled around Dom's dick with a ragged slurping noise, his legs giving a reflexive kick at the bonds. "Nngggh, fuck-yeah. You want that, you gotta break your rabbit," Dom laughed again, pulling back and letting Aaron get a proper breath or two before stuffing himself back down the rabbit's throat. "Erin's too strong-willed, dude. That's what makes her so fuckin' hot. Nhgh, hurry up dude, there's only like fifteen minutes left 'til school's out." 
Luke rolled his eyes and abruptly groaned, drawing the hyenas' attention to him. At some point, Aaron had grasped the coyote by the knot and was strangling the root of his cock between his fingers like he was cradling the bowl of a wine glass as he squeezed the fleshy bulb. Luke was already shooting messy, white ropes of cum across the back of Aaron's calves and thighs, hips humping helplessly into the rabbit's hand as he got off.
"See? Even at their most broken they still got a mind of their own. Looks like you're still in the handjob zone, Luke," Dom laughed! "Aaron, that's rude, you were supposed to let him save that for your ass, now you've got one less load's worth of lube to get those eggs out with," the hyena teased Aaron. The rabbit didn't respond, just gagging on Dom's cock again. Donnie growled and bucked his hips harder, baring his teeth with a bit of frustration.
"Awh, c'mon, c'mon, yeah, ngh, c'mon, yeah-yeah..ngh!" Donnie hissed out his head tossed back as he abruptly hilted himself and drug Aaron in against him, blasting a thick load of syrupy hyena cum into the mingled messes from the other predators in the rabbit. Dom cackled out another laugh as the tiger, lion and bear emerged from the showers, toweling off.
"Finally! Hah! Look at you, lucky rabbit," Dom cackled, "Just in time to show off for your new friends. Don't you fuckin' dare lose those eggs 'til I cum," Dom growled, leaning back as Donnie pulled out of Aaron's ass, and the rabbit, miraculously, retained the largest egg, somehow willing himself to despite it threatening a simple slip free at any moment. Dom lowered his hands and gripped Aaron's muzzle in his hands, starting to fuck the rabbit's throat in deep strokes that smashed his tufty-furred balls to the rabbit's nose again and again. Donnie stepped back, laughing a little more as he joined the row of predators that sat back to watch. "Yeah...mnh. I think you've been a good boy, Aaron, hnn...want a taste of your hyena as a treat? C'mon. Swallow on me if you want me to blow in your mouth," Dom hissed.
Aaron's Adam's Apple bobbed in the affirmative, and Dom grinned. "Good boy, good," the hyena panted, resuming the deep throat-fucking on Aaron, not letting the rabbit up for air. Aaron's legs were trembling, his fists clenched shut as he bore down, desperately trying to hold that largest egg in. His toes curled, as Dom growled and snorted, hastily bucking into his throat as Aaron's lungs burned, his body screaming for another breath. A fresh gag, and a slurping suck of air around Dom's cock caused Dom to grunt an urgent curse, pulling back until his flared glans was just between the rabbit's lips. He stroked himself as he crested his peak, starting to pump thick, gelatinous globs of hyena-cum that filled the rabbit's mouth, gurgling as the rabbit tried desperately to catch his breath.
The five predators at the other end marveled as Aaron relaxed, finally, and the largest egg - the size of an ostrich's - widened his ring until it was taut, then slipped abruptly out, skating across the bench and to the floor. It was immediately followed by a river of fresh cum, before two more eggs, coconut and softball sized skated through the growing pool of thick white.
The gathered crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers, groans of revulsion, and laughter.
Aaron gagged on Dom's load again and hauled in another gasp, freshly struggling at his bonds as sudden emptiness caused the lucidity to rush back to him. His eyes focused on Dom's balls, upside-down, right in front of him, and he squirmed in the coils of paracord, just before his stomach cramped in protest, and a fourth and fifth egg - the breadth of a tennis ball and goose egg, respectively - rocketed out of him with a lewd squelch and pop, pushing a load of gluey hyena cum in front of the latter as they skated across the cum-puddle and onto the floor to join the other, larger eggs that were still rolling, leaving a slimy trail behind them. The rabbit groaned out, loud, and kicked in his bonds again as Dom grappled his feet.
"Ah, heh-hah, easy, eaaaasy dude, you're safe," Dom laughed, holding the rabbit's feet still and giving them some pressure to push against as the rabbit noisily tried to swallow, and ended up spitting out the bitter, spicy fluid that had flooded his mouth as he started to regain his bearings. Words were still beyond Aaron as he gasped and vocalized weakly, gaping ass on display to a row of predators who shamelessly stared into the herbivore's abyss.
Aaron's breathing accelerated, his back arching as he struggled in his bonds and shuddered as another gelatin egg slipped from his gaping ring, well beyond anything he could help at this point. He coughed a wet, choked cough before a faint sigh of relief escaped him, and his head hit the bench with a solid clunk.
"H-Help," Aaron whimpered, kicking and tugging at his bonds again as he found words again, and Dom reached to start undoing the knots as the rabbit's movements hastened, quickly frantic.
"Shit, calm down, dude, you're not helping. Relax," Dom laughed, having to grasp one of Aaron's ankles to still him as he undid the knot.
"What's wrong with him?" Raj asked, sat in only a towel nearby with a concerned expression as Luke, Jack and Leo were getting dressed. Donnie chimed in as Dom sweet-talked Aaron and praised him, while untying the rabbit.
"Aaron gets a little freaked after, sometimes, especially when...uh, well. You saw how he was," Donnie laughed, picking up his boxers and stepping into them. "He'll be fine after a little bit, don't worry."
"Still got two more, Aaron," Dom said, helping the rabbit sit up, "Look, though..!" Dom said with playful praise as he drew the rabbit's attention to the eggs that littered the locker room's cement floor. Aaron was still reeling, and it took him a few seconds to process the stimuli.
"...Those were inside me? Holy shit..." Aaron mumbled, reaching around to feel his abused, sore pucker. His eyes widened. "What the fuck..? Dude! I'm wrecked..." Aaron whined as he felt the gaping ridge that was already peeking the penultimate egg. Aaron squinted, lifted up a leg and pushed, depositing that jumbo chicken-egg sized jelly egg on the bench with a grimace, mocking a retch as it splattered into the puddle of cum on the floor once it skidded off the bench.
"You did good, man, I told you," Dom encouraged, hugging the rabbit against his shoulder and squeezing him tight. "Right, guys?" Dom asked of the crowd, with a bit of insistence. Donnie laughed and nodded, Raj agreed, and soon Leo and Jack had, as well. Luke held out, but gave a less enthusiastic agreement soon after. Aaron smiled a little bit, his eyes fixed on Raj for a few long moments as the little rabbit fidgeted in his place, 
"Dom with tiger stripes," Aaron said, crookedly grinning. Dom laughed, and Raj looked puzzled.
"What's that?" the hyena wondered.
"The last thing I remember thinking. That Raj was usually so nice, but today he wasn't going to be. Today, Raj is Dom in tiger stripes," Aaron said, with a tired little giggle. A few of the group laughed at that.
"I'm sorry, Aaron. I hope I wasn't too rough, friend," Raj said with a crooked smile. The tiger said, offering Aaron a friendly knuckle-bump in solidarity.
"You weren't too rough at all. Jack's an asshole though." Aaron said. More laughs from the crowd.
"Guilty, but Dom said don't hold back, so don't blame me," the bear said, before hefting his backpack back over his shoulder, "Seeya' guys Monday. Thanks for the fun, Dom." Soon, the others were preparing to depart as well, and eventually Aaron and Dom were left, alone, in the locker room.
"Still got one up there. Wanna try and drop it before we get a shower, dude?" Dom asked as he held the rabbit from behind on the bench for a few minutes, thankful for their locked-and-barricaded refuge as the last bell rang.
"Nah, uh...I think I want to hang onto it for a little longer," Aaron mumbled, and Dom laughed.
"There's my Easter Bunny. C'mon, let's get cleaned up, or else your parents are going to skin me when you get home."
 
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