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The Egg Laying of Mrs. Easter Bunny - Chapter 1

Buttercup wasn't a normal brown and white speckled bunny rabbit. Sure she looked like a normal bunny rabbit, hopping around the farm all cute and fuzzy, but this cute and fuzzy bunny rabbit had a strange obsession.

On the farm, there were many animals, cows, pigs, horses, but the one animal that caught Buttercup's attention the most was the chickens.

Everyday she would pass by the chicken pen as they laid their eggs. Stepping inside, she'd hear their squawks of sheer agony every time a new one came. And these squawks were just about her favorite sound in the entire world, filling her with such emotion, she could barely contain it.

"What do you want?" said one hen glaring at her.

Buttercup sat down on the floor, looking straight at all the nests lining the walls. "Nothing, just came to watch."

All the hens grumbled at this. The hens weren't too thrilled about Buttercup sitting there watching, but whenever one tried to get up to peck her out of there, the egg that was building inside her would come, and she'd give a squawk of agony before collapsing in her nest in exhaust.

"Do you know how unlucky you are to be you?" she asked. Suddenly, a grin lit her face, "And by unlucky, I mean it would be so hilarious to be there where you're sitting, you know, doing what you're doing." A look of longing came to her face.

Yes, she just loved the idea of what it must be like to lay an egg. She couldn't help but wonder, how must it feel to be a one of them hens, knowing that by simply being female, she was subjected to such unbearable pain.

Even though she was a bunny, and not a hen, she knew her body worked a similar way, if not a little different, it just came in the form of live young, and not an egg. The self-consciousness over knowing she was capable of such vulnerability somehow activated some sense of humor deep inside her - the side of her that was part sadist, who enjoyed seeing others suffer the extreme agonies of labor, then realizing she was also part of that same spectrum just in another field.

Another hen squawked, and Buttercup snickered a laugh over her own female predicament.

Yeah, egg laying and birth was kind of an insult to females of all species. But Buttercup was a female. Why did that "insult" kind of made her love being herself so much more?

One sensitive hen sat in her nest shivering. "I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready..."

Her neighbor put a wing over her shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, you can do this."

Suddenly, the sensitive hen screamed as the egg was laid, "Ah! I can't take it! I can't take it!" Folding into her nest in self-regret.

"Easter, bet you're excited for that," Buttercup said, thinking of the Holiday coming up in just a few days, she wondered what the Easter Bunny thought of eggs given that hiding them had become his signature trademark, maybe all bunnies had a thing for eggs. "Every egg for the children to find on Easter morning" she continued "comes at the expense of pain to you gals." Buttercup suppressed the laugh she could feel building inside her.

"Okay, that's enough!" yelled one hen, but as she stood up full of fury, her egg came, and with a squawk, she was leveled back into her nest.

But still, the hen was not defeated, still folded over, she looked at Buttercup trying to hold a defiant expression through her face twisted in agony. "Maybe they'll have plastic eggs this year."

Oh, that expression was too good, the pain was obviously very real, separated from her only by the space that divided one individual from another, so close, but eternally out of her reach.

Buttercup almost envied them. She knew that eventually, most female animals gave birth, and often it was much worse than what the average bird went through, but it just lacked the sense of feeling... inevitable. Like it was her condition, that it couldn't be helped. She might have bunnies of her own someday, in fact, she probably would, but it wasn't the same as the certainty that no matter what she'd do, no matter who you avoid, you're still going to suffer through the agonies of labor whether you're ready or not just because you're female, for her it was more or less a choice.

Egg laying on the other hand- There was just something about egg laying, the inevitability of it, the knowledge your body was going to do that to you anyway whether you had a partner or not, just because that's how your body worked. With eggs, they can happen any time to anyone, for no reason at all, with or without a partner, no children necessary, just the raw pain of labor whether you made plans for it or not.

"I regret my life! I regret my life!" a hen screamed as she laid an egg.

Buttercup just loved these kinds of statement from the hens. The fact that labor made one regret their life just made her existence as a female so much more amusing.

Birds were so... Lucky? Unlucky? She didn't know, but she kind of wished all animals could share the fate of the Egg-Laying species. Especially her. That would be funny. Her suffering that way and all.

She sighed. She'd have to face it, rabbits like her didn't just burst out eggs on random. Too bad, the Universe really missed a chance to make a sense of humor out of her suffering. Maybe that's why rabbits were always having so many bunnies. Maybe they all secretly had a morbid sense of humor like her.

Oh well, someday she'd find a partner and be able to have that experience herself anyway. She couldn't wait!

But first she'd have to find a partner.

As she headed away from the hen coop, she noticed herself limping uncomfortably. She stopped, realizing she felt some sort of discomfort in her paw. As she took another step forward, she winced. She looked at her paw pad and noticed a blister growing on it. Curiously, she put her paw down, putting pressure onto the blister. A tingle passed through her entire body, seizing her up. Ow! Ow! Ow! She pulled her paw up, tingling all over. She couldn't do this! She couldn't inflict this kind of pain on herself no matter how minor.

Her heart began to flutter. Wow! And Birth was supposed to be much worse. And that was something she wouldn't be able to escape when the time came. If she couldn't take the pressure of an itty-bitty blister, then imagine the pressure she'd feel when she actually gave birth. She shifted her legs, trying to imagine. She couldn't even comprehend. It was going to be way too intense for her to handle. It was going to be epic!

Buttercup sighed. "I love being female."

A cow looked over at her and rolled her eyes. "You again?"

Buttercup looked over at her. "How's the milking coming along? Must feel amusing to have yourself milked everyday because your body makes that stuff for some reason. I'll make milk someday too when I have babies of my own. That'll be so weird."

The cow just grumbled.

Buttercup couldn't wait to get herself married, but now that she thought of it... where was she even gonna find a boyfriend?

It was Saturday night, almost Midnight, when she heard a rustling outside of her warm pen. Cautiously, she got up and headed out to look around.

Outside in the moonlight, she saw a shadow creeping through the night, and then disappearing into the bushes.

Quickly, she gave chase. Once she reached the spot she saw the shadow flee to, it was empty. Buttercup was about to move on when she saw laying in the patch of grass, a colorful decorated Egg.

Another rustle ahead of her. Her heart jittered. Easter Bunny!

She'd nearly forgotten it was Easter, but here in the moment, it all came rushing back, the Holiday she loved more than any other, the day when Bunny's and eggs came together in perfect harmony. (There was also the matter of Jesus' Resurrection, Buttercup wondered if he thought Egg Laying was as cool as she did.)

Buttercup scampered forward, hoping to catch her role model before he moved onto the next property. She spotted another egg - Plastic. Ugh - and moved on.

Finally, she heard him just up ahead, and out of the bushes, she pounced! Landing right on top of him, before he even knew what hit him.

Easter Bunny cried out, eggs falling right out of his basket. As Buttercup looked down at him, she suddenly felt her heart flip-flop inside her. He looked almost like her, small, fluffy, but where she was speckled brown and white, he was speckled black and white.

And he was the cutest bunny she had ever seen.

She had hoped to find a partner someday who she could marry, hopefully have bunnies of her own with, but she never actually known what it was like to have a crush, hadn't even considered that part of the journey.

But right now, she could feel the biggest crush rising up inside her.

A huge grin came to her face.

Buttercup had a crush on the Easter Bunny.

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The Egg Laying of Mrs. Easter Bunny - Chapter 6

And so the rest of Lent continued for Buttercup, rest and happy times with Bambii on Sundays, and lots of unceasing agony and screaming the other six days of the week.

It was everything Buttercup had always dreamed, but it was also even more so. She had expected pain - lots and lots of pain - and she enjoyed being in that unbearable state. But she did not expect to find something more, that beyond all the pain, there was a state of almost transcendence; that by experiencing that which was beyond all imagining, she'd somehow passed beyond the realm of the known and into a state beyond all words.

In all the pain, it almost seemed as if she had achieved some sort of weird kind of meditative state.

Who says Lenting can't work, Buttercup thought.

And she decided to call it girly transcendence, it sounded enough like girly weirdness to emphasize how embarrassing it all was, but yet it also sounded just so, to emphasize that there was something special about being a girl.

It was closing in on Good Friday, and Buttercup realized with a sense of sadness, that her time of the year was almost up. As the last hour of Lent began, Bambii and his mother came into the room. Cardinal, who'd been paying attention to Buttercup's labor looked up, her eyes lighting with understanding at the expression on Bambii's mother's face.

"Is it almost time?" Cardinal asked.

Bambii's mother nodded.

"We've almost finished sorting all the eggs, and we only have a few more before it's time for... The One." Bambii confirmed.

Buttercup looked from one to the other, confused. "Time for what?"

Everyone just looked at one another in the room, even Edwina had a sly smirk on her face. Apparently, Buttercup was the only one who hadn't got the memo to whatever this was.

"Nothing to worry about dear," said Bambii's mother, "It's just best to escort you into a bigger room for the... next part, alright?"

Oh they definitely were hiding something.

Bambii looked away awkwardly. Normally, he would've felt it only fair to tell her, but given how she was receiving the whole experience, he figured she would probably be up for the surprise.

And she was, she had no idea what they were expecting her to go through, but it couldn't be good, and the idea that she had no idea what she would be experiencing in the next few minutes was almost too exciting to bear.

Bambii pressed a button, and there was a whirring of machinery. Buttercup's Egg Laying Nest was lifted into the air on a platform, and a series of lifts and pullies whisked the bed out the door and out into the rest of the factory. From up here, Buttercup could get a good view of the factory, all the going ons and sortings, and continue laying uninterrupted at the same time. Finally, the contraption ended, discarding Mrs. Easter Bunny and her bed out into the center of the factory where she had noticed the giant Egg on the first night here, but tonight, it was empty.

Bambii hopped up to meet her there, followed by the others.

Buttercup had just finished laying another excruciating egg, and suddenly, her innards fell silent, she felt nothing more at all.

"Is that all?" Asked Buttercup in slight disappointment.

"Not exactly," said Bambii.

Buttercup looked at the faces of her friends surrounding her, all with knowing expressions.

"What do you mean?" Asked Buttercup suspiciously.

Bambii was silent for a moment, then finally he spoke, "Remember how when you got here last year we had this giant Easter Egg?"

"Yeah..." Buttercup looked around the room, the implications of what he was saying beginning to dawn on her, "It's not here anymore."

"Well, you see," Easter Bunny continued awkwardly, "You know how on Christmas Eve many people set up their tree? Often times, many families get a new tree every year... Well, we do the same thing. On Good Friday, after all the other eggs are ready... Well..."

Buttercup had but a moment to process that.

And then Buttercup's paw flew to her mouth as she felt it coming on. Nothing she had endured before could have prepared her for this.

Screaming erupted from her mouth. Her brain was turning inside out trying to comprehend what she was experiencing. In fact, the experience of her whole body turning inside out would have been easier for her mind to comprehend than what she was experiencing now.

She was beyond all emotions, the screams erupting from her throat could have been from incomprehensible agony, or overwhelming masochistic ecstasy, or perhaps there was no difference. It didn't matter, everything she had said or thought or hoped, everything she had ever experienced to now, she had never felt more than she was feeling in this moment. She had never felt more a girl than she did at this moment.

It was too much, no living thing could process, much less a six-inch rabbit, the experience of laying a five story egg. The thought of a blister popping was just too much for a squeamish girl like Buttercup, and this was NOTHING like a blister. There was no way a rabbit could squeam enough to make this right.

And then it happened, she literally felt like she exploded; she felt as if every single muscle had suddenly been ripped and shredded apart from the rest of her body. Buttercup, the one and only Mrs. Easter Bunny was gone, all that existed was the searing agony of a billion muscles that had been brutally severed from one another. Granted, a billion muscles that were still definitely girly nonetheless. Because only girliness could even begin to comprehend what this felt like.

And the screaming continued, it couldn't be stopped, it didn't want to stop, it didn't want to stop ever, for if it did, it would never have fully expressed what the poor severed Mrs. Easter Bunny was feeling right now.

But eventually, it had to end; the New Mrs. Easter Bunny could no longer keep screaming. The pain eventually had to fade; eventually it had to be over. And so the pain began to fade; the mist of oblivion faded, the world around her slowly faded back into to existence, carrying with it all its stillness and calm.

Buttercup felt her body, all in one piece, but shaking and trembling all over. She'd had quite a night.

And behind her it stood, the Grand finale to all her laying this year, a giant five story egg. One that had to be hoisted with strong chains and pulleys to its place in the center of the Great Easter Bunny Hall by all the combined strength of Easter Bunny's staff, one that one small rabbit had somehow managed to get out of herself through no logic that could be considered anything butt the magic of Easter.

And just then, the clock struck midnight.

And it was over, after six weeks of intense labor, she was done, the entirety of the Easter Celebration had been laid. All by one girly rabbit called Buttercup.

"That was epic," she gasped.

And with that, she fainted.

Buttercup woke up maybe a few hours later, super sore. She was still in her Egg Laying bed in the Center of the factory, and Bambii was standing beside her waiting to greet her.

"How are you feeling?" Bambii asked.

"Oh how I regret my life so much right now," Buttercup moaned. Then amusement relit in her eyes. "I can't wait to try it again next year."

Buttercup stood up and tried to take a step, then winced, her muscles still sore from the night's experience. "Oof!" She oofed.

"Okay, take it easy," Bambii said, stepping next to her to support her, "You've just literally been through a lot. Look at what you've just laid."

Buttercup looked at the giant five story egg towering in the center of the factory, full of color and life, simply radiating from it some good old Easter Spirit.

"Wow!" Buttercup exclaimed, "I LAID that?" A shiver went through her as she remembered the experience. "OOOOOF! You know, maybe I can wait until next year to lay again, you know. That is totally enough for one year" She paused, thinking a sec. "Though be sure, when my time comes again... oh I can't WAIT!" She laughed, "Oh, being Mrs. Easter Bunny is so hilarious, isn't it? Every year!? For the rest of my LIFE?! Oh to think that this is my future, I pity any girl who has to live life as me. Oh wait, that's me! And I LOVE IT! But yeah, I can wait until next year. Ouch."

Bambii looked at her lovingly, "I know it's crazy being an Easter Bunny and all, but I'm glad that I have you as my partner."

Buttercup fluttered her eyes, "I'm so glad I have you too." Then she clinched her legs and winced; She winced at her own body simply existing after all of that. "You literally have no idea how much I ache right now. But why it's funny, because you're not a girl."

Bambii looked at her, "If you want to deliver eggs with me this Sunday – I mean, not that kind of Egg delivery, you've already kind of covered that, you know what I mean..." Bambii paused, "There's still time for you to rest up. Take the day off, and we can head out at Midnight."

Buttercup looked at Bambii, "I would LOVE to join you." She said excitedly. Even with all her laying, she couldn't miss out on traveling the world with her hubby, just like last year.

Buttercup turned to walk away to get some rest in her real bed, and as she did so, she looked back at Easter Bunny. "You know, laying really is intense. It's all that I hoped for, but I do think I'm ready for my year off." But then she paused "But in the meantime, let's have some babies. Lots and lots of babies. I think that'd be the perfect way to bridge the gap, not too big, but just enough to keep it fresh, don't you think?"

"Just rest," Bambii said, "I'll join you after I finish shutting everything down for the night."

Buttercup nodded, knowing that her idea was totally going to happen. Then with that Buttercup went to bed. Bambii watched her go, and couldn't hide his chuckle. What a girl he had as his missus.

That Sunday night, Buttercup and Bambii were traveling the entire world delivering eggs. When they reached Buttercup's old hometown, they stopped.

"Here we are," said Buttercup, "My old farm. Let's stop over and see my old friends."

Bambii shrugged, and he followed Buttercup toward the old chicken coop.

When Buttercup got inside, the chickens noticed her, surprise rippled through them.

"Buttercup?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Edwina said you were away on permanent Holiday."

Buttercup looked at them all, "Hi everyone, it's been awhile. I was just stopping in to say hi." Buttercup smiled, "You see, I'm married now. I'd like you all to meet my husband, The Easter Bunny!"

At that, Easter Bunny stepped in, and all the hens cried out in shock.

"Easter Bunny!"

"You married Eater Bunny!?"

And just like the last time, a whole bunch of eggs were laid at once. In seconds lots of agonized moaning emanated from the coop.

"Oh the pain," moaned an unfortunate hen who'd never laid before.

Buttercup couldn't help but snicker, "I know, right?"

Edwina scowled at Buttercup.

"Listen," announced Buttercup, "I just wanted to say thank you for all of the memories, and I do apologize for all the humor I laughed at you at, but you got to admit, it is funny. But I just want to say, as the New Mrs. Easter Bunny, I too am an egg layer, and it is AWESOME! So I just want to wish you lots of luck, and hopefully lots of pain on your future eggs, and hopefully you enjoy them too."

Well that did not set the right tone for the chickens, "Get out of here!"

"Get going!"

"Enjoy your own pain!"

Buttercup shrugged, "Welp, goodbye for now all."

And with that, her and Bambii left the coop.

But once the were gone, a slight smile cracked Edwina's face.

Buttercup. That rabbit would never change.

As they headed away from the coop and into the night, Buttercup looked behind her. So many memories had been built here, but as sad as she was to say goodbye, she had never felt more content. Now she had a new home, a home with Easter Bunny.

And as she hopped side by side with her husband, she couldn't help but smile. This was the life she had chosen to live, the life of Mrs. Easter Bunny, the life where bunnys can lay eggs and enjoy it. She couldn't speak for all the Mrs.' in the world, egg laying wasn't for the faint of heart (though, she too was faint of heart, so that was kind of funny) - but at least for her, she was living the Best Life Ever!

So she followed Easter Bunny into the night with one purpose – the purpose of all Easter Bunnies - to deliver eggs to the people of the world, in both senses of the word.

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