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On the Scene with DoorBang; Easter edition
🕑 Added 2021-04-30 22:11:25 +0000 UTC(contains size difference, buff dudes, male intercourse, and mpreg with eggs)
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Wendel had never been a fan of online ordering. They were all scams that only worked to the benefit of the website mediating the transactions. Stores got heavy fees, drivers had to pay fees, customers got fees literally invented just to charge more than the legal limit.
Point being; he didn’t like the idea of paying double what a meal would cost if he’d just walked to get it. Still, some nights just didn’t feel worth the effort. Even his wallet couldn’t stay tight on an empty stomach.
All this was to explain why he was very unhappy to open his door and not find packaged food waiting. Instead, he stared eye level with a gently pulsing brick wall covered in black fur. It took a second to identify this as the abs and pecs of a taller, buffer black rabbit. The white fur patch across his eyes gave his smile a ‘bandit’ kind of vibe.
“When I asked for a beefsteak, I was thinking on the medium-rare side,” Wendel might have been irritated and hungry but was not above sarcastically remarking about the other bunny’s lack of a shirt. Seriously, did he have to wash between those abs with an ice pick or what?
If the black bunny cared for Wendel’s temperament, his joyful laugh didn’t show it. “Sorry, good sir, I’m not your Outback delivery. The name’s Brock and I’m the Easter bunny. I’ve come to make a business proposition that I must admit is a little desperate on my part.”
An awkward silence filled the doorway while Wendel replayed Brock’s words three times over in his head. “Uh, right? Easter bunny? Don’t you usually come small and fluffy and not… Marvel Superhero buff?”
“Thanks! I have been working out.” Brock flexed both arms in a flashy pose. “Not for the sake of my image, but sometimes people tire of having a gut and parachute wide pants, you know?”
“What?” Wendel blinked out of the daze he was in, trying to ignore the odd rush of desire for his fellow bunny’s form. If anything, he wanted to know how Brock was making those sparkle effects on his biceps. “I mean, that’s great you worked that out. Why am I talking to you again?”
“You’re that wonderful journalist doing regular reports on all the fun supernatural adventures across Washington, right?” Brock’s eyes gleamed, having seen the brief flicker of admiration he was hoping for on Wendel’s face before it was crushed. “I must say you end up in a lot of kinky scenarios. Plus, you look equally cute as a male and female.”
“Okay, first, there’s no proof the woman bunny I report on is me. And Second, if gender shifts happened to me they’re involuntary ninety percent of the time.”
“And the other ten percent is just mild indifference?”
Wendel’s face turned red, nostrils flaring in several deep breaths. “Last time, what do you want?”
“Why, I thought you might enjoy a live interview with one of the magical representations of the holidays. In return for a small favor, of course.”
“Look, Brock, was it? I lost a drinking contest with leprechauns last month already. Not being sarcastic here. It was a bet that left me as an Irish terrier barmaid for the weekend, and those guys really like to pinch when you’re not in green. So, it’d take a hell of a lot for me to buy whatever your… oh!”
Even while Wendel was ranting, the bulky black bunny had already reached into his pocket. Thankfully, what came out was not a weapon, but a large yellow chunk of metal molded in a teardrop shape. The glint coming from the hallway light confirmed its metallic structure. A particular type that had Wendel’s whiskers twitching.
“Is that an egg… made of gold?”
“That’s a keen eye for valuables you got there,” Brock replied. His eyes shined just as bright through the snowy fur around them. “I have about a half dozen of these in need of a home. If I may come inside, we can discuss my plan for-YEEET!?”
For being a few feet shorter, Wendel pulled Brock off the doormat with such impressive force it almost knocked the coal bunny off his paws. The door slammed shut behind them with Wendel already leading his guest over to the couch and TV where the Price is Right currently played.
“By all means, explain away. This sounds like a story worthy of top billing. Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” Brock met Wendel’s eyes with a smile, sparking a different blush within the brown bunny. He sat down on an end cushion, adding, “Cream and no sugar, as well.”
Refreshments were served up in no time. Cold, but with a nice buttermilk cream that made Brock appreciate the gesture in hasty gulps. Wendel sat on the opposite end of the couch, taking his own caffeine drink a little slower.
“Soooo… what exactly does the Easter bunny need from me.”
Brock put an empty mug on the coffee table, being mindful to use a coaster, before setting an unexpectedly serious gaze on Wendel. “There’s no point beating around the bush. I want to mate with you and fill you with magic eggs for this year’s festivities.”
Years of experience at this point had taught Wendel not to take a drink during these kinds of discussions. Having to wash coffee stains from his clothes was difficult and expensive. Instead, he slowly set his mostly full cup down before taking a deep breath.
“Is that really all there is to this?”
“Um, I guess?” Strange to see Brock, the instigating factor of today’s routine weirdness, look taken aback. “It’s a thing I must do every year to help meet with the hefty demands of kids around the world. Unfortunately, the magic only works on fellow bunnies, union reasons or something, which is why I thought to come to you. You’re surprisingly receptive of all this.”
Wendel made a sputtering eye roll in response. “I’ve been impregnated by witches, ghosts, and an eldritch horror beyond my comprehension. I guess this just feels almost mundane by comparison.”
“I… see.” Brock’s long ears dipped for a second before returning erect, unsure how to take such a statement. “So you would agree to such an arrangement?”
“Well, I don’t turn into a girl at will. That’s usually a result of the intrusive lunatics upstairs, and they’ve been gone a few days.”
“Gender isn’t an issue with my magic. It only affects the manner of delivery.”
“And there’s six solid gold eggs if I do this?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah, why the hell not?” Wendel slouched against his couch, letting one arm fall over its rest. That mishap bet he mentioned earlier had left him pent up, anyway. Maybe getting laid would finally help relieve some tension on top of its amazing payment and a good news article. “Good lord, am I getting used to the crazy hell that is my life?”
“Embracing the crazy parts of our life is all we can do,” Brock retorted, moving to Wendel’s side so fast it nearly scared the brown bunny off his seat. One thick black arm draped over his slim shoulders in a gentle embrace. “Let’s not waste any time in finalizing this deal, then.”
“Wha? Hmmmm! Oh, gosh.” Getting his face hugged against those solid pecs left Wendel more than at a loss for words. His arms rose meaning to push away, but felt the nooks of powerful tissue under Brock’s silky fur.
The sudden rubbing across his waist sent Brock into a fit of giggles. “See? I can be fluffy too. Like what you’re finding.”
“Uh huh,” Wendel stuttered out, still fixated on tracing fingers around the big bunny’s abs to his back muscles. The surrounding arm hugged his face closing, making its pink nose twitch rapidly. “Do… do you always smell like jelly beans?”
“Yes,” Brock answered flatly. The topic seemed to elicit a sour expression. “There are some things we can’t turn off. I gotta bath in Old Spice in the off seasons just to go shopping.”
“I think it’s nice,” Wendel said to his own surprise. “Er, I mean, it makes you come off a lot less threatening than I expected.”
“Oooh?” Brock’s muzzle curled into a grin. “I’ve always tried to treat this job with the polite kindness it implies, but if you need a dominator, I can surely play that part for you.”
“W-what? No, I… uh…” Wendel lost his thought when Brock moved his thick hands to pull off his shirt. It elicited a startled squeaking noise from him that the bigger bunny found adorable. “What are you doing?”
“Just trying to set a mood,” Brock explained while tossing the shirt away. Both arms returned to hugging Wendel gently against his pectorals. Hands roamed along the smaller bunny’s naked torso. “You’ve gotten a good feel of me so far. My turn to indulge.”
“Ack!” Wendel squeaked again under the powerful fingers squishing the various brown splotches that made up his body fur. It’s not like he was out of shape, but there was some softness in key areas that only a desk job can bring. “I’m hardly as impressive as you.”
“Mmh! I disagree. You are very cute, and I don’t just say that with every bunny I hire.”
“How many DO you randomly solicit for help?”
“Uh… that’s probably not a good topic for this activity. Speaking of which!”
“O-oh!” Wendel's blush deepened, but he didn’t resist when Brock’s hands rubbed down his slight belly purge to his pants zipper. It was quickly undone with both jeans and underwear slid off onto the floor in one motion. Being lifted off his couch seat by the hips seemed effortless for the black bunny. “I g-get that, but aren’t you… you know… going to make me a girl or something?”
“Hmm? I hadn’t planned on it. I said before gender doesn’t matter and you are the cutest guy I’ve met this year.”
“Well, thanks, I guess. I just... mmph!?”
A dark finger dipped under Wendel’s chin, guiding his muzzle around for a soft contact with Brock’s own. Their kiss lasted several silent seconds with the small bunny gradually filling with a desire to press into the embrace. Hands instinctively moved to hug Brock’s arms, stealing opportunities for more bicep groping.
“What would you like to do?” Brock asked after eventually breaking their kiss. A trail of spit still kept their chin fur connected for a few moments before snapping.
Wendel blinked back to reality disappointed that experience ended and surprised at having such feelings. “I… this is… nice. Are you using a spell on me?”
The black bunny chuckled, deep yet resonating gentle vibes. “That’s just for the egg making part. Everything else is my ‘magical’ charms. Is it working?”
“Y… maybe? I guess so.”
“Heh! Your little carrot down there doesn’t sound so hesitant.”
“What? Oh!” Wendel followed Brock’s gaze downward, seeing the head of his dick had already emerged from its fuzzy brown sheath. Before his hands could move, his bigger new friend already had two fingers stroking circles around the sensitive pink skin.
“Aw, don’t get skittish on me now,” Brock teased. His gentle stimulations sprouted Wendel’s cock several inches until their sheath was pushed under by a firm knot. A cupping of the ball sack underneath got a cute moan out of his current client. “You’re totally awesome how you are. No need to fight your feelings.”
“Mmmph!” Wendel bit his lower lip to stifle a moan. Too much more of this gentle giant’s fingers, and he might celebrate a bit prematurely. “N-not used to having magical beings treating me so... safe. They t-tend to get aggressive.”
“Aww! So you do like me too? That’s sweet to know.” Another kiss on Wendel’s nose, lips and down his fluffy chest cut off any chances for a rebuttal. Brock found their sensitive squirming to his touches fun to play with while his hand continued working his fellow bunny’s cock. The final swelling of their knot and a warmth of pre signaled things were about ready for his job, which was eagerly tenting his own jean shorts. “So, you want it right here, or you got a bed? There’s always the floor…”
“O-oh, no. I, um, have a bed big enough for us.” The bulge in his companions’ pants didn’t escape Wendel’s notice. Apprehension at the sight alone still fought with this weird desire rising in his thoughts, but it was the latter that clearly filled his voice. “I… I take it back; having the Easter bunny crush on me is going on my top five strangest flings so far.”
Brock barked a loud laugh that made Wendel jump. “Sorry. That was just too good. Maybe we can talk about a proper date after the holiday, but for now up you go!”
“Whoa!”
The bigger rabbit moved his arm from Wendel’s throbbing cock to under his knees. With seemingly no effort, he scooped the brown bunny off the couch and carried them across the living room like a naked bride.
Wendel clasped instinctively onto Brock’s solid chest for a brace thanks to the sudden motion, finding his face enjoying its soft black carpet. Having his flaring nose pressed right into the hard pectorals got him deep whiffs of that amazing jelly bean scent. The journey into his bedroom became filled with hopes of a way to turn this smell into deodorant.
“H-hey! Oomph!” It wasn’t rough, but still a surprise for Wendel when Brock rolled him out of their embrace. He did a half flip in midair to land atop the bedroom mattress on hand and knees. The world continued to spin, leaving him mildly unaware of how invitingly presenting the position left him. “Warn me when you’re going to do tha-haaaAAAHHH-Taaaah!”
Interrupting Wendel’s complaints were becoming Brock’s favorite activity. Well, one of them since he began helping himself to their pretty brown ass mid-sentence. A hard grope on both cheeks spread them enough for his cold white nose to nuzzle lovingly around the tight ring of muscle hidden within. Some deep licks joined in, quickly melting the little guy into a quivering mess. Bedsheets and pillows did little to muffle moans of deeping pleasure.
Time passed in an ocean of throbbing needs for Wendel. Every second felt marked with a throbbing from his aching penis, marking small stains of pre on the sheets between his spread thighs. He was so lost from being worked up his lengthy ears didn’t even catch the sounds of a zipper or jean shorts hitting the floor. Though he felt it when Brock’s hands returned their powerful grip onto his ass cheeks. Especially when one gave him a playful smack.
“Yeek!”
“Sorry, hun!” Brock chuckled as he teased the other bunny’s fluffy tail. “Wanted to get you focused for the main event.”
Wendel moved his face enough off the pillows, drenched in his drool for a glance over one shoulder. No surprise, the muscle head had a hell of a package too. That meaty rod leaned between Wendel’s rump crack eagerly sliding between them like a white and block hot dog. The strange spotted pattern seemed to carry on to his ball sac and hip fur hidden by the shorts.
“I should have known your eggs are painted too.”
Another hard smack to the butt made Wendel yelp, spurting more pre onto the bed. The sound of Brock’s laughter music to his ears.
“You’re probably not trying, but I love that sarcasm of yours.” Brock gave a dirty grin, moving his hips back so his member could slide into position against Wendel’s moist pucker. His smile dropped when the contact elected a weary sigh from his client. “Everything okay, Wendel?”
“What? Oh, sorry. I mean… I’m not really a fan of doing it behind. It always comes off as weirdly detaching and-YEET!”
“Should have said so, silly!” Brock chuckled once more, using his hold on Wendel’s butt for another flip maneuver.
The world spun a hundred eighty before Wendel landed on his back across the bed. Air escaped his lungs with no chance to take in a breath before the pressure of Brock’s hulking form pushed down on him. His fingers became intertwined with thicker black digits further pinning him in place. When his muzzle dropped open for air, it became locked over with midnight lips.
“This more personal for you?” Brock asked once he pulled away from their kiss.
Wendel was too busy pulsing his chest with deep gulps of air to give anything but an annoyed glare. Once he recovered, he couldn’t help twisting it into a sheepish smile. “Y-yeah. I must say this is really n-niiiiiEEEEEMMMPPPPHHH!!”
There was about half a second for Wendel to feel the pressure before every nerve in his pelvis exploded from the massive dick invading his backdoor. Thanks to the tongue job Brock could push his hips gently and quickly into the smaller bunny right until his abs were against their balls.
“Aah! Hah hah nnnghh!! F-fuck. Man.” Wendel arched his back clenching hard around the thick dick pushing inside him. Its girth slid every inch along his prostate, triggering another hard spurt that fully inflated his knot. “I think I can see through time. Damn, Brock!”
“Like we’re done yet!”
“Oh, go-HAAH!” Wendel’s eyes went wide, feeling Brock’s member withdraw with the shifting of his hips. It slammed back through his pucker with the force of a jackhammer, sending pleasure vibrating across his being.
SHLPP! SHLPP! SHLPP! SHLPP! SHLPP! SHLPP!
Brick built up an undulating rhythm that Wendel clearly enjoyed. It was so cute watching the little bunny roll his head back against the pillow, letting himself be completely taken by their buff companion. He felt Wendel’s grip on their hands tighten after a while. The sphincter muscles around his member clenched harder.
“Phaa! Phaa! I’m losing it!”
“D-don’t hold back on my account,” Brock said while whipping his folded ears about. A halfhearted attempt to get the sweat off his eyebrows. He could feel his own knot bloating and hinder the depths he could plunge. Best not to jam that boulder into the poor guy. “I’m right behind you.”
Wendel didn’t help make things easy. Just as his cock throbbed, he tugged on Brock’s hands and twisted his legs around the black bunny’s chiseled rear, trying to draw them in close. Fresh globs of spunk erupted out the pulsing phallus, staining both their stomachs in a silky, gooey mess.
It didn’t really phase the big guy much. The sudden jolting motion helped give his last thrust just the force needed to jolt his prostate into action. Both bunnies were left holding each other, uttering moans into their long ears as hot molten warmth filled Wendel’s insides.
“Mmph!” Wendel snapped from his afterglow as Brock untangled their fingers to move away. “Aw, don’t pull out-hmp!”
Brock did just that, despite the protests. The head of a thick member emerged from Wendel’s anus with a loud pop. Small globs of cum oozed out the stretched opening that would probably take some time to completely close. “Sorry, hun. Much as I adored watching your face climax I still got fifteen more bunnies to visit today.”
“W-w-what?” Wendel propped up onto his elbows, watching the black bunny slip into his shorts. “Oh, right, the egg thing. I can’t believe you do over a dozen and still have that much energy.”
“Comes with the job.” Brock gave a wink. In a fluid motion, he pulled a small slip of paper out of his back pocket and flung it for a perfect landing on the dresser. “I’ll be back in like a week for the eggs, but there’s my cell number. Let’s have lunch and a movie sometime?”
“Heh. No promises.” Wendel fell back on his bed, letting both hands come to rest on his stomach. He could still feel the bulky bunny’s seed stirring inside him. “So how long does it take for them to haaaaaa... HAAAAAAHHHH!!”
Warmth quickly spread into a tingling fire across Wendel’s pelvis, giving him pause. Seconds later, in a one-two fashion, his hips flared over a foot wider before clenching below his belly button felt like someone took a sledgehammer to it.
“Not too long, really. Heh.”
“D-damn it! Haa haa! Phew!”
Brock felt a little bad about this part, even if it was only a discomforting process at worst. There was little he could do while the magic inside his spunk gave Wendel a new storage space to carry his special load for a few days. Flesh along the smaller bunny’s stomach shifted visibly against his hugging hands with the organs forced repositioning. This alarmed Wendel more than anything until his entire midsection bulged and pushed back against his palms.
“Hooo mmph! T-that’s tense,” he mumbled between labored pants. Little by little, his hands were forced apart by an inflating lump behind his belly button. His waist gave out from the pressure, adding much more roundness with each inch the peak of brown fur climbed. Wendel’s writhing atop the bedsheets slowed with the increasing weight inside his middle until it became so huge he worried how he’d be able to stand up again. “H-how many eggs did you give me!?”
“Usually it’s three dozen a bunny. The magic knows what to do. See?” Brock grinned smugly as he loomed over Wendel’s bedside. One hand stroked the crest of Wendel’s belly globe, making them giggle with a blush. Less than a minute later they both felt the brown bunny’s belly button pop into an outie, which seemed to stop his growth. “There! That should set them. Need a hand?”
Brock offered Wendel both hands up, which were begrudgingly accepted.
“Whoa!” Unfortunately a few extra dozen pounds still didn’t pose a challenge to the black rabbit’s muscles. Wendel let himself get pulled onto his feet only to fall into Brock’s chest with the momentum of gravity. He was grateful the buff man remained a supportive brace while his hands cupped the distended bottom of his gut. Damn beach ball swelled out so far he couldn’t see his feet even when leaning forward. “Oogh! This is going to be hell to carry around.”
“Don’t sweat it too much. You’ll have plenty of cash to make up for it.”
Wendel’s flopped ear perked as he gazed sideways up at Brock. With a gentle head nudge from the bigger man, he glanced towards the dresser, jaw dropping to find a pile of golden eggs on it. A laminated Easter bunny business card stuck out the top as an odd flag for the occasion.
“Bit of a tip for you, big butt.” Brock gave Wendel’s rear a smack. This brought to the brown bunny’s attention just how swollen with fat his lower body had become with the magical pregnancy. Before he could question it, the warmth of the black bunny’s body left him, heading towards the front door. “Sorry, but I should really continue my job. I look forward to seeing you before Easter!”
“Wait, you mean I have to stay like this for a damn week!? This yoga ball won’t squeeze through the doors!”
“Great! Use it as an excuse for a vacation.” Brock opened the door, bringing in a plastic bag before stepping out. “Looks like your lunch delivery arrived too. Enjoy, hun.”
“Bastard,” Wendel grumbled, though the door had already closed behind Brock. He flopped back onto the bed, blushing at how deep his butt sunk into the mattress. Both hands drummed fingers over the stretched skin of his stomach, legs forced to spread around its droop while he contemplated if this deal had been as big a win as it felt.
A deep rumbling from somewhere behind the hefty load inside him also reminded Wendel he was hungry. Might as well worry about the future details with a T-Bone fueling his gestation.
