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“Y-you should t-t-try it Daf!” Porky told Daffy as the duck sipped on his ridiculously expensive oat-milk lavender latte at the pretentious cafe the pig had made him show up at. Apparently, his hiding away after his divorce from Bugs was not a ‘healthy coping strategy’.

“I am not going on dating apps, Porky.” the duck said, face scrunching as his beak curled in blatant disgust at the mere idea of doing something so pathetic. Daffy Duck was not a man who would be caught using an app to grovel to men to fuck him out of what Porky was calling his “post-divorce depression”.

Daffy was not depressed. A little sad? Sure. Barely able to get out of bed? Possibly. But depressed? Never.

Porky sighed slightly as he fixed his bowtie, an anxious habit the pig had had for as long as Daffy had known him. “Daffy, you are j-just so sad a-a-and I think it’ll be good for you to g-get out of the house!” Porky sipped at his own iced whole milk latte. “Even if it’s j-just a h-h-hooku-up. They have apps for t-that now adays too!”

Daffy looked at the pig like he had just personally killed a beloved pet that he had had since childhood. He slapped his hands down on the table, nearly knocking his drink off with his exuberance. “I, Daffy Duck, am too good for silly little hookups with pathetic men who half-ass sex and have no care for their partners. I will not be one of the gay guys who gets used for some losers’ pleasure and gets none of his own, thank you very much!” As his rant came to an end, Daffy slipped on the jacket that had been hanging off the back of his chair.

“I’m sorry if I o-overstepped Daffy, you d-don’t have to go y-yet.” The pig was obviously panicked now, a thin sheen of nervous sweat shining off his pink skin. This had been the first time Daffy had come to hang out with anyone since the divorce three months ago.

Daffy knew his friend was only trying to help in his own, slightly overbearing, Porky way, but anytime anyone tried to push him in a certain direction Daffy just had to push back. It was simply in his nature, and who was he to go against his nature?

“It’s fine Porkster, I should head home anyways. I have to feed my fish.” He said with a dismissive hand wave before finishing off his drink.

“Y-You don’t h-have a fish?”

“I do now.” It was a bold faced lie but he knew it would have Porky second-guessing everything he knew about the duck for a day or two before he even asked for proof of said fish that he totally didn’t own.

“See ya.” The duck said as he turned and walked out of the cafe, throwing his drink out as he went (If he had turned back to see Porky looking confused at the space he left he would have also noticed that his cup did not make it into the garbage, and he had let it fall to the floor.)

Daffy didn’t need Porky's bad advice about stupid dating apps he definitely didn’t need. He was Daffy Duck for fucks sake! He could get any man in a hundred-kilometer radius if he wanted to. Which he absolutely was going to do(without a dating app), because he didn’t miss Bugs at all. Didn’t miss his laugh or the way his teeth would poke out when he smiled, or his sarcastic humour, or how he would hold him in the night, letting him bury his face in the downy fur of his chest. Daffy did not miss Bugs and he would prove it to the damned rabbit if it was the last thing he did.

——

Well fuck him. He had caved.

He had forgotten how tedious it was to meet other men who were decent and also into ducks in real life, not just in whatever weird porn they were watching. Bugs had been a lucky catch, a one-in-a-million chance. But of course, he had burned that relationship to the ground, so now he was downloading Grindr onto his phone only a week after his and Porky's conversation. Not that he had been able to stop thinking about the idea of joining an app in the last week, it had plagued every waking thought, his dreams, and especially his nightmares.

Picking only six photos is the main thing Daffy was currently stuck on. With a specimen as fine as himself, whittling down his photos felt almost like a crime. Did he show his face? Did he show his chest? Did he show both? Neither? He could always go in without any photos but that felt almost like cheating the whole hookup app thing. Also, he knew he wouldn’t talk to someone with no photos so he really should choose photos. Maybe a mix of both.

Scrolling through his never ending camera roll of selfies he finally chose one for the first picture. It was a simple photo taken of him (by Bugs he thought bitterly to himself) standing beside a fountain, ice cream in hand and a smile on his face. It was pure happiness. The second photo was a selfie with him all dolled up with lipstick, pearl earrings, and a matching necklace. He was a lover of all things fancy after all and him going out in feminine clothing was far from out of the normal and if someone wanted him they would have to want all of him. The third was a simple mirror picture, he was just out of his weekly pilates class, he was sweaty and you could tell in the photo. Photo four was a more suggestive photo, something had had once sent to Bugs (No, stop thinking about him) and it showed him in some cute lingerie he had boughten a few months prior, the blue sat against his black feathers.

Four was enough photos. Doing all six felt like overkill maybe even like extra credit and Daffy never liked extra credit (Unless it was that one scene where he had hidden under Bugs desk as his student and he- no no he had to stop thinking about his EX-husband).

Filling out how information had Daffy sighing at how absolutely tedious getting a man to fuck was now adays. It was so easy when he could go into a bar and flirt his way into a vaguely drunk mans pants with him being just as if not more drunk than the other. But he pushed through. His bio was kept short and sweet ‘Seeing what’s around, i’m in my whore era’. It was true. Although maybe he was always in his whore era when he wasn’t in a committed relationship. Also when he was in one. Maybe he was just a whore. He would think about that more later actually. For now he wanted to scroll on the dumb gay hookup app and see if anyone at all caught his fancy.

The options were lacklustre and the fact he hadn’t paid the way too high price for Grindr Unlimited meant he wasn’t able to see people out of a certain range which was annoying but Daffy also was not going to spend nearly 30 dollars for only a week of use on an app he was sure he would be deleting within the next two days. Most of the people he could see were blank profiles which Daffy had no interest in even when multiple of them had messaged him first and also tapped his account. He assumed tapping was pretty much Grindrs dumb version of a ‘like’. Daffy was also not going to message any of them, he would not be the one to message first, he was better than that any day of the week. He was not pathetic and did not need to seem desperate like most of these men did.

Then one account caught his eyes. This man did, thankfully, have a photo and what a photo it was. The photo was one taken showing the man from his mouth down. His mouth was smirking in a way that had a shiver running down his spine. He was a black man with a short scruff/beard thing. Going over his shoulders (which did not have a short on them the man was shirtless and it made Daffys beak water) was long blue dreads that seemed to end just below his collarbones.

So for the first time Daffy clicked on a profile and actually looked at the information the other man had put down. His displayname was “BB” which Daffy assumed was either a nickname or initials of some sort. His relationship status was open, position was top, and his bio stated “Bisexual man. Looking for chats and fun. Enjoy topping anyone, I don’t discriminate. Can’t always host. If we don’t match sexually maybe we do as friends. I don’t bite, unless you ask nicely.”

God this man was Daffys types. Well in humans he was. The man didn’t seem to be any sort of animal from his pictures (his pictures which showed off his very hot body and the slight dadbod look but he still looked fit enough to probably be able to lift Daffy and fuck him against the wall and not break a sweat) but also who knows. He could have some sort of weird animal quality to him, it was more and more common nowadays for mixed human and animal hybrids and less and less common for people to just be one or the other.

Daffys fingers twitched slightly. Should he message first? Was he that desperate? The man looked tall which meant he had to be packing, or at least he hoped he was. God he hoped he was. It wouldn’t be that bad if he messaged first, right? Right. It was just like talking to someone outside. Except those people usually approached him (sure it was mostly to tell him to shut up because of how loud he was in public and it annoyed almost everyone around him but what could he do about that).

Fuck it. He could do this. He was a strong independent man who needed a good fuck from a hot, tall, hung man.

His fingers shook a bit as he typed out a simple message.

From Daf, 30
‘Hey, saw your profile and I love what you have to offer wanted to see if this would go anywhere would love to see what you can do ;)’

Hitting send might have been the most nervous Daffy had been in a while, maybe since his first date with Bugs (no stop it not right now). But Daffy could be patient and wait for a response and he totally wasn’t just staring at the chat message he just sent because he was cool, calm, and collected. Except he absolutely was frozen in place watching the message he just sent like at any moment it was going to turn real and attack him in the middle of his apartment if he looked away from the screen for even one second.

And when the chat bubble appeared he absolutely did not shut his phone off in a panic and toss it to the other end of his bed. Which of course meant he absolutely did that because a hot man was texting him back and it could end wonderfully or could be the worst mistake of texting first he had ever encountered in his thirty years of living on this horrible planet.

Then the sound happened. The dumb, stupid, totally out to get him sound of the grindr app. Daffy stared dumbly at the phone for a minute before slowly reaching over and opening the phone and opening directly into his and BBs chat where the other man had responded.

From BB, 47
“Hey there, glad you messaged me. I was about to message you if I am honest. Would love to show you exactly what I got handsome. Would love to see what ruffles those feathers.”

From Daf, 30
“Bet a strong man like yourself could show me plenty of things that ruffles my feathers”

From BB, 47
“Oh ya? You like that I could bench you and then some.”

It wasn’t a question and Daffy could feel his face get hot, thankfully with his dark feathers a blush was something which never showed. But he was sure if it could show it would.

From Daf, 30
“God ya I do could throw me around so easily bet you’d stretch me out real nice there”

From BB, 47
“Already thinking about me stretching you, huh? You got any plans tonight, baby?”

The duck blinked at his phone; his heart was now going about twice the speed it should. Daffy would be worried it was a heart attack in any other situation than the one he was currently in. The man wanted to meet tonight which Daffy was down with, he was pent up and needed some sort of release of his overthinking and his dumb focus on his ex and tonight would be perfect to get the rabbit out of his head.

From Daf, 30
“I’m free no plans for me tonight what do you have in mind big boy?”

Daffy watched as the chat bubble appeared and then disappeared a few times and it caused the swirl of anxiety in his stomach to rise a bit. What if he had misinterpreted what the other had said. Although that wasn’t likely especially due to the nature of the app both of them were on to have this current conversation. He turned his phone off and stood from his bed. He was going to act like this was happening. Moving over to his dresser he looked into the drawer he had specifically to hold his many pieces of feminine clothing he owned which included, but was not limited to, his lingerie. Then his phone dinged and he would never tell anyone how he grabbed his phone so excitedly he almost dropped it.

From BB, 47
“Want to meet? At a bar first of course, stranger danger and all that. I was thinking of Merpils on 54th?”

From Daf, 30
“Merpils works great I love Merpils”

From BB, 47
“Say 8 o’clock?”

From Daf, 30
“8pm I will be there, see you in a bit handsome”

Fuck, now he had to get ready.

——

Well, no one could tell Daffy he was never on time. Sure, he showed up late to most things, but here he was waiting for BB (whom he has dubbed Big Boy) half an hour early. Wasn’t exactly his fault, truly. The bar was so close to his apartment it took him 10 minutes to walk here, and getting dressed had taken no time at all. Normally he would have not worn clothes and gone with his normal clothesless self, but he dolled himself up under his clothes so he could handle wearing his mall pants (which maybe he should have chosen a different pair, but he just looked so good in them) and a white crop top.

He was on his second espresso martini of the night, and he swore the bartender wanted his head now. It’s not his fault espresso martinis were fucking delicious; if they sucked, he would have gotten something else, but he wanted his drink, which made bartenders everywhere hate him. Daffy was very focused on his drink when the chair next to him at the bar all of a sudden became occupied. As he looked over, Daffy was surprised to see the hulking form of a rabbit. Daffy almost compared him to Bugs before realizing this rabbit had nothing in common with bugs besides being a rabbit (or maybe he was a hare, who knows). This guy was tall and also wide; he was fuzzier than Bugs ever was, and he had the face of someone who had been grumpy since before he was born.

“Get me a rum and coke, will ya mate.” the rabbit said to the bartender with a nod of his head, and Daffy focused in on the man's accent. He was Australian through and through, and that sent a shiver down his spine. Daffy was always a man who loved voices. Someone talking to him in a certain way could probably get him cumming untouched in the right situation.

As Daffy was lost in his own, very inappropriate, thoughts, another espresso martini was set down in front of him. He looked at the drink and up at the bartender, who shrugged. “He got you another one,” the bartender stated as he took Daffy's empty glass away. Daffy looked over towards the large rabbit (hare?) and smiled.

“Thanks for buying me a drink there, hot stuff,” he said with a wink. Taking a sip of his drink, Daffy took in more of the man beside him. He looked a bit worn down. The man also had a strap across his chest, which at the back held two boomerangs. The front of the strap held what looked like Easter eggs, which had Daffys mind wondering what exactly this man did to keep two boomerangs and Easter eggs on his person as a normal item. The man also seemed to have some sort of fancy custom-made forearm covers; they suited his fur nicely, the browns against the blueish greys of his fur.

The rabbit made a noise of acknowledgement and nodded at Daffy before taking a sip of his rum and coke, which Daffy was trying very hard not to judge him for drinking.

“Thought a guy like yourself deserves a drink from a stranger,” the man said, his accent heavy through his words.

“Oh ya?” Daffys beak split into a slight flirtatious smirk. “And what kind of guy am I, Mr....” He trailed off as he waited for the other to answer with his name.

“E. Aster,” the man responded. Daffy took a second trying to figure out if the man had said two separate things or if this guy's name was Easter. Which would be ironic considering Easter Day was yesterday, and then again, names were getting weirder and weirder of late, so who was Daffy to judge. “You look like the kind of guy looking for a good time, am I right?” Easter finished as he stared at Daffy with an intense stare.

Daffys beak split into a grin as he leaned closer to the other man. “Sounds like you know something about looking for a good time." His voice played himself off as much smoother than the duck felt. Flirting was something that came naturally to him, but as soon as he started trying to flirt, it became more of a jumbled mess of words than a smooth sentence that men wanted more of.

“That I do,” Easter said with a nod and a wink.

“Now I do believe you are stealing my date away from me there." A voice came from behind the two men, and Daffy looked, and his eyes landed on BB. The same man who he had made plans to meet with. He felt his face flush under his feathers, and he grinned at BB in a way that he hoped came off as confident.

Then Daffy noticed the ears. This man was part rabbit. Holy shit. Either rabbits were just insanely attracted to him or maybe he had a type, and it was appearing more and more that his type was *rabbits*. He stared for a second longer before clearing his throat and answering as smoothly as he could, “Three a party, am I right?”

BB let out a laugh. “I think the saying is threes a crowd, darling.”

Easter leaned backwards and finished off his rum and coke. “I can leave your date be then; not the kind of guy to step on toes," he began to stand. BB cocked one of his eyebrows.

“Now I never said you had to leave, did I?” His voice was smooth, and the way he formed words was so proper and sweet that Daffy could definitely imagine himself melting under those words, and those eyes holy fuck, in bed.

Then BB said something that had him reeling: “Those eggs on your chest there could be good for something. Don't you think?” And if that didn't appeal to the primal duck urges in himself, he didn't know what would.

A soft “fuck” made its way out of Daffys mouth. BB and Easter's eyes were now on him.

“You like that idea, huh?” Easter said, voice low and a grin on his face. Daffy slowly nodded as he looked between the two men.

“My place is really close by,” Daffy said. It was spoken so fast he barely had anytime to think the thought through before it was out of his mouth and now in the air and open to being denied by two hot men (god, he was totally was thinking about being sandwiched between these two men).

BB lips split into a grin “Show us to your place then, baby,” with an affirming nod from Easter. Daffy put down a couple of bills on the countertop to cover his drinks and stood off of his chair.

“Follow me; I want a good time with you two.”

With those words, the two rabbits began following him through the bar and out the doors into the warm spring air.

——

Daffy knew offering up his apartment was a good idea even before the three of them had made it in through the door. Bunny had crowded him up against the door of his apartment, and had that not been out in the open where any neighbours could see, Daffy was sure he would have let the man fuck him right there in the hallway. Easter let out a groan as he watched the other two men make out as Daffy panted into him and rutted slightly against the knee between his legs.

Daffy pulled himself away from the kiss. “We need to get inside,” he said, panting and his face warm behind his black feathers. As Bunny stepped back, Daffy turned and fumbled with his keys for a second before getting them into the lock and opening his apartment door, almost falling inside the apartment. The other two men followed behind him into his dark apartment. Daffy flicked on the kitchen lights, and he took his shoes off and looked at the other two, who slowly followed the action after the duck.

“You gonna show us the bedroom at all or going to strip right here?” Easter asked, the impatience shining through as he stood there. Bunny laughed slightly at the comment as Daffy nodded and walked towards the bedroom. Thankfully, due to how much Daffy loved spending money, his king-sized bed was an especially great purchase considering what was going to happen in his bed soon.

Bunny's eyes made their way around his room in a way that made Daffy nervous with how observant the rabbit was. His eyes landed on Daffy, and he gave a toothy grin as he ran his eyes up and down him like he was his next meal.

"Strip, then on the bed," the older rabbit ordered, and then looked towards Easter with a sharp look that was doing a bad job of hiding how turned on he was (it would be even more obvious he was turned on if anyone had looked down to see the tent in his jeans). "Take the eggs out of the holders and put them on the side table, then take off the cross chest bag and your forearm covers." Bunny's tone held no place for fighting against what he was saying, and Daffy heard Easter do a sharp inhale before following the orders he was given.

Daffy had his crop top off and was slowly taking off his mall pants as Bunny's eyes came back over to his form and the older man let out a low whistle. The lingere Daffy had put on was white and stood out nicely against his dark feathers. Bunny took a step towards the duck, and his hand cupped Daffy's chest where one of the cups was and squeezed. Daffy let out a small whimper as he looked up at Bunny, his eyes dark with need.

"As pretty as you look in this, I need it off for what we have planned tonight, darling." Bunny's hands were off him in an insanity, and Daffy would deny that a whine followed as the hand was removed. He slowly began taking off the lingere; the pants were becoming uncomfortable anyways due to how hard the duck was, and the cum leaking from his now exposed cock was making the fabric wet and sticky.

Daffy could feel the eyes of both men on him as he shed his top and his pants slowly. He wanted to tease the two men. It was working by every indication (the indication being Easter rubbing his legs together in the specific way Daffy had seen people with pussycats do before and the tent in Bunny's pants; god, he wanted these two men badly).

"On the bed, now," Bunny ordered, and Daffy scrambled slightly as he climbed onto his bed and sat with his legs out, cockhard, and his arms holding himself up.

"You two men are going to join me up here; it's so lonely," Daffy said, his beak forming a smirk as he played it like he was cool and collected despite being pretty much the opposite at this point in time.

Bunny and Easter joined him on the bed, and Bunny looked at Easter and said, "Kiss him and mark him up for me." Easter nodded at the order. He seemed so much more timid in bed than out of it. Like one command was all it took to get his brain to turn off and him follow like a brain-dead whore.

Easter's mouth ended up by his neck as he kissed the feathers gently before moving to the part of his neck that connected with his shoulder, and he bit down hard. Daffy let out a broken and pathetic moan as his arms shook behind him.

Bunny had taken this moment to find his lube, which wasn't hard because Daffy had put it on his side table in hopeful wishes tonight would end up in his bed and coated his fingers in it and inserted one into his hole.

The stimulation was good, between the biting and then the soothing kisses and then the finger slowly opening him for what was next to come. Daffy was needy and wanting.

"More, please," he whined out. Bunny chuckled in response before adding a second finger, and Daffy was overjoyed. The feeling of being stretched was glorious and amazing. He hadn't been stretched out and used like this for months.

Easter placed a bite on the front of his neck by his Adam apple, and Daffy's back arched off the bed. "Fuck," he groaned out. "Please." He had no clue what he was asking for, but he was hard and leaking and wanted anything he was given.

“Poor whore,” Bunny said with a warm tone. “Barely done anything and already begging for more." His free hand moved to Easter's head and pulled on the fur, which had his head moving back, and a guttural groan was ripped out of him.

“I'm going to keep fingering you open, and Easter here is going to ride your cock until I tell him to stop." Every word Bunny said had Daffy enthralled at the promises it made. Easters eyes were blown out as he nodded along with Bunny's words. Despite his rough and tough appearance, the rabbit looked more than happy to follow the orders given to him.

Easter threw his leg over Daffy, and as the man began straddling him, the duck could feel just how wet the rabbit was. He was wet enough, and Daffy was sure they wouldn't need lube. He wasn't very large as it was, so as Easter positioned his cunt over Daffy's cock, he slowly lowered down onto his cock with a gasp and a whimper.

"Fuck,” Easter moaned as Daffy's cock was now fully inside of him.

Bunny hummed as he watched Easter begin to bounce on Daffy's cock. Daffy felt so much; between the fingers in his ass and the tight pussy around his cock, he was in heaven. He was sure he had died and gone to heaven.

A third finger made its way inside of him, and shortly after a fourth did. Daffy's legs shook as he was stimulated. He was rocking his hips, not exactly knowing which feeling he was chasing in this moment but knowing he wanted all of it and more.

Then the fingers were taken out, and he whined. “Awe” was the only thing he got in response before he watched as Bunny leaned over and grabbed one of the eggs from the side table and some lube and slowly coated the egg in it. There were five eggs total on the table, and Daffy had a feeling that all of them would be used tonight. Not that he minded.

“Gonna start with one, keep relaxed, and keep riding him so well, Easter,” Bunny said as he moved the egg down to Daffy's hole and slowly began pushing it in. The egg went in with little friction from just how wet the egg was and how well prepped he had been from Bunny's large and sexy fingers.

Bunny groaned at the sight as he watched the egg get swallowed so easily. Daffy felt exposed under the older rabbits eyes. The man was still fully clothed (minus the jacket he had been wearing, which had been abandoned at the front door when he entered).

Easter then grinded his hips down at an angle that had the man gasping and had Daffy groaning as the man's pussy tightened around him. Daffy's hands squeezed Easter's thighs before he moved one to rub the others cock. The action had Easter whimpering above him, and that made heat coil in Daffy's stomach.
Daffy's attention was brought away as another egg breached inside of him and then another in fast succession. The two new eggs were pushing the first egg farther into him, and he was panting as one egg nestled right against his prostate.

“Close so so close." Daffy panted out his beak open and mouth watering.

“Do not cum.” Bunny's words were harsh as he pressed down on Easter's shoulders. “Stop bouncing; give him time to recover. I will tell you when to start again.”
Easter groaned but nodded. Daffy was still working on the man's t-dick with his thumb, which had the rabbit bucking his hips slightly with whimpers and moans breaking through the seemingly silent man.

Daffy felt another egg at his entrance, and as that one pushed in, Daffy felt tears form in his eyes. “Too much,” he said with a slight sob. Bunny shook his head.

“You can handle it; you can handle all your eggs; you've got to keep them safe; you'll keep them so safe inside you,” and fuck if that didn't have Daffy preening under the slight praise and the idea of keeping eggs safe until they hatched, he didn't know what would.

“Well fuck,” he heard Easter breathe out, and Daffy's eyes moved to look where he was looking, and—oh fuck. His stomach was bulging slightly. There was a soft bump in his stomach, and Daffy felt himself groan as his head fell backwards.

Then he felt the fifth, and final, egg be pushed against his hole. The feeling of this one going in was slightly uncomfortable as the eggs already inside him shifted uncomfortably and made the bulge of his stomach show more. He looked like he was a few months pregnant, which shouldn’t be as hot as he thought it was.

“Good boy.” Bunny breathed out as he pushed the egg all the way in. With how full Daffy was, the egg was having to be held in so it didn’t slip out of Daffy's stretched and full hole.

“You can start riding him again." As the words left Bunny's mouth, Easter began bouncing again, even more eagerly than before, as wetness leaked out of his fucked cunt.

“Please let me, cum, please fuck please,” the rabbit babbled out, his accent heavy as he spoke fast and breathy. Bunny chuckled and leaned forward, kissing the rabbit's neck.

“You can cum,” he said as he bit down harshly on Easter's neck, which whimpered and tightened around Daffy's cock, who in turn gripped onto Easter's thighs as he tried not to cum into the tight heat around him.

“Good job, did so good, sweetheart,” Bunny whispered to Easter as he kissed softly up his neck. “Now come watch our duck lay these eggs, and then he can come.” The use of ‘our’ had Daffy preening under the attention he was given.

Easter lifted himself off of Daffy's cock, which was steadily leaking cum. Daffy felt harder and more turned on than he had in months. Easter moved and sat beside Bunny on the bed. Both men were now staring at Daffy with hunger in their eyes.

“You ready to push your eggs out, baby?” Bunny asked in a sweetened tone. Daffy nodded rapidly, whimpering and squirming under the attention. “Words, darling” was the only response Daffy got to his squirming.

“Yes, please yes, please yes, yes, yes." The words fell out of his mouth as he panted and rocked his hips forward and back.

Bunny grinned and moved his hand away from Daffy's stretched hole. The first egg slipped out with no pushing needed; he was so full the egg had pushed itself out.

“Good boy” Easter breathed out as he watched, eyes wide and pupils blown out.

The second egg slowly came out with minimal pushing from Daffy. It popped out and onto the sheets (which Daffy would need to wash a lot after this). Bunny moved the egg away from his ass and put it on the bedside table (he needed to clean that later too).

Daffy pushed more. As the third egg started to slip out, he watched as Bunny moved his hand and placed it on the slight bump in his stomach and pushed down. The pressure had the third egg slip out, shiny with lube.

The hand stayed pushing down his stomach, and the fourth egg slowly made its way out.

Bunny's free hand had undone the button of his pants and had freed his cock from its restraint of clothes. He was slowly jerking himself off as he watched the eggs slowly leave Daffy.

The fifth egg was harder to get out. It felt so deep inside of him that Daffy was sure it would never come out. He whimpered as he bucked his hips up. "Help,” he begged softly.

Easter's hand twitched as he moved it towards Daffy's red hole. Bunny tsked and moved his hand from Daffy's stomach and pushed Easter's hand down.
“He can do it himself. He has to lay all his pretty eggs himself.”

The sentence has Daffy rocking up as he tried to push the last egg out. Daffy was sweating softly, and his whimpering was slowly becoming white noise to his attempts at pushing out the Easter egg.

“You're so close, baby. I can see it." Bunny cooed with a slight groan to his voice as his hand moved faster up and down his leaking cock. “Lay your last egg, and I'll cum all over your pretty feathers.”

Daffy panted as Easters hand wrapped around his red and leaking cock and began slowly jerking off the duck. “You can cum if you lay these last of my eggs,” Easter said with a groan.

He swore he was seeing stars as he gave one last push, and the egg plopped out onto the bed. His hips rocked into Easter's hand as heat coiled in his stomach and then had him cumming over Easter's hand and his own chest. A groan escaped Bunny's lips as his own cum joined Daffy's over the duck's chest.

"Fuck,” Daffy panted out, his eyes half closed as he looked towards the two rabbits.

“Fuck is right,” Easter said with a smirk.

Bunny hummed in response and tucked himself back into his underwear. “Stay here; I'm going to grab a washcloth,” he said with a tone that left no room for arguments.

A minute later, Bunny was back with a wet cloth and slowly cleaned off both Easter's thighs, which were soaked with wetness, and Daffy's cum-covered chest.

“So,” Daffy said as he sat up and grinned at the two men in front of him. “When should we do this again?”