Welcome to the Easterling Mansion. This generous estate is both plagued and excessively blessed by a bunny infestation.
Beneath the spring-green turf, white rabbits live the maternal life. The males meet at least three females...and make sweet love to them. The fur they both wear can only enhance the magic of their reproductive unions... As horny as they get, it's alarming that the burrows don't cave in on them.
Weeks later, the litters come...for all three plus females. On the upside, they're born blind and deaf. On the downside, they won't stay that way. And when they stop needing their mother's milk, they'll start needing some of that spring-green turf, that's growing up there on the surface.
Many times, this cycle repeats itself. Once a year, the estate gates are opened...and kept open, for a few weeks. Within those weeks, the most adventurous of bunnies leave the nest, so to speak.
Out here, they're vulnerable. One hunter's rifle bullet later, and they're Hasenpfeffer. And that's just the version of their biography that ends with a human...
But that's just the ground this place is built on. In other arenas, there are water features. Many have waterfalls. Walls run around the water features, to keep growing rabbits from falling into them.
Against the sides of the mansion, water wheels turn, as water spills into them. Again, the rocks are stacked to where nearby rabbit juveniles won't fall into them.
Here, the cement is like marble. It's white enough.
From it, sculptures are made that resemble Zodiac signs. The ones that resemble the water, some of the earth, and some of the air signs spew water into the water features. The Crab, the Scorpion, and the Two Fish spill water into the water features for sure...
There are swimming pools here, too. And for them, there are a dozen different models living here. They're the "other" bunnies that live here. Hugh Hayes, the owner, keeps one here for each Zodiac sign. Their bikinis are color-coded, based on which signs they represent.
On either side of the Zen pool, the Two Fish statues spew water into it, from their mouths. The First Fish looks much more fictional than the Second Fish...
In the pool, Ms. Pisces floats around peacefully...in one of the most adorable bikinis Mr. Hayes has ever seen. Shelley's got a small body, flowing blonde hair, and ripe hooters. She'd be an easy pick for a predator...if the fences around this grand estate didn't keep the worst of them out.
Mr. Hayes often doesn't understand how they do. There must be SO many other men out there, who'd come over here to take a bite out of his Twelve Sisters in Silk, if given a slight opportunity...
Night falls. Over the Easterling estate, the full moon rises.
On these nights, the rabbits become hornier than usual...especially the females. Whatever objectivity they're capable of expressing, the moon makes sure, for six whole hours, that nobody detects a whisper of it. More bunnies are born under full moons, too.
Outside the fences, the wolves howl. This causes a lot of the rabbits to scurry back into their burrows, and hide. There's never a need to; the fences are very wolf-proof, among other things. Even so, sometimes you can take the rabbit out of the wild, but you can't take the wild out of the rabbit.
Over much of the estate, a centaur statue stands. She aims an arrow towards the sky. In a few moments, it'll be aimed at the full moon...
Inside and upstairs, Mr. Hayes sleeps. Seldom is there an hour like these when his cock isn't erect. And he isn't always awake enough to remember to cover up.
Outside, a long hallway leads up to the door of his chambers. Much of it runs over an archway that stands high over the ballroom...
Down it, Ms. Sagittarius creeps towards the door to her host's chambers. Her bikini is reminiscent of flames...and she's topless. Like most ordinary women, she loves rich men. O, how much she'd love to cuddle up in the master bedding of this house, with her host within arms' reach...
She turns the knob...only to discover it's locked, at night. But of course, Ms. Sag isn't the first house bunny of hers who's ever tried to play this prank on him...
From down the hall, a flashlight shines. It spotlights Ms. Sag's ass. It's a very nice ass...even if it's not supposed to be up here.
She covers a cheek with her hand, and turns. A page has spotted her. He wears little but a plaid skirt. As much as Cassandra, Ms. Sag, hates to admit this...he actually looks kind of cute, dressed that way...
Alas, he hardly looks like the gold-hoarding type. He probably does, but... She doubts that his hoard, if he even has one, is, or ever will be, impressive enough to put Mr. Hayes's to shame.
In centaur-steps, Cassandra makes her way past him and his light. He doesn't move, as she passes. He seems stern...
Before she passes, she smiles, and caresses his hair. She messes up his hair. She caresses more of him, in an attempt to ruffle his feathers.
Alas, he's no hawk. She doesn't ruffle any of his feathers; she just messes up his hair. There's hardly any hair up there for her to mess up; he keeps his head shaved. Again, sexier than she'd expect to find in a simple page...
She sighs...smiles, waves, and scurries off. He keeps his light on her ass, until she vanishes.
As soon as she's gone, the page falls over on his back, and starts jerking off. Somehow, Ms. Sag is always one of the most overwhelming of the house bunnies; her, Leo, and Aries. The page had SO much trouble breathing, for as long as that lasted...