Easter Bunny 2

I wrote this last year, but had trouble posting: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/04/easter-bunny.html

Looks like maybe im having better luck this year.

 Rosie makes a good easter bunny. She loves grass, and when she’s high, she gets thirsty. And the best drink is liquor, lots of it. In other words, she’s the stoned, boozed easter bunny. This easter, it's just her and her boyfreind. Drunk and stoned, Rossie bounced up the stairs, leaving a trail of chocolate-weed eggs up the stairwell and into the office. She hippity-hopped up the steps bouncing drunkenly off the walls with her furry pink rabbit ears and matching fluffy tail, delivering tasty treats for her to enjoy later.

As she went, at each step, she deposited an egg, and took a sip of rum, or a hit of her joint, of both. Halfway up, the intoxicated bunny stumbled and sat on a step. She slurred, “Timme fer more grazz,” as she pulled out and lit a new joint.

She took a long drag, then pulled the joint from her lips and let out a cloud of smoke.

She then pulled out the bottle of bacardi, and took another drink. She sat it beside her, and with the joint between her teeth, pulled out two eggs from her basket.

She left one on the step, and unwrapped and ate the other one. She washed the edible down with a swig of rum. Bottle in one hand, basket in the other, joint in mouth, the high and boozed bunny stumbled to her feet. Very unsteady, she continued up the stairs. 

A few steps later, Rosie again sat down on a step. Her boyfreind, who’d been watching raptly, asked her, “How you doing, bunny?”

“Im grade! im the inebriaded easser bunny,” she cheerfully replied. After a second of pondering, she added, “Isssa li'l hod though,” as she tugged on her dress.

”Yoo doan mine iff i kake off my zzress?” she asked, with it already pulled up to her chin.

As she discarded it on the steps, her boyfreind answered her, “No, of course not bunny. Say, did you lay all those eggs?”

“'course.  Im the ssstohned boozed easser bunny.  I layed 'em alll outa my hariy pussy,” she explained as she took an egg, and pulled her panties down to model laying eggs. 

“See, juzz liyke thiss” as she modeled a second blue egg by her pussy.

“I see”, her boyfreind remarked as he watched her unsteadily stand. As she swayed on the stairs, she reached her hands behind her and said, “summ bunny muzz uhf turned onna heat-im goan t'sssake off my bra.”

“Only my fingers arr verry zzzrunk,” she explained as she struggled and stumbled about. 

“Careful now,” her boyfreind told her as she turned around, finally unclasping her bra.

“Doan worry 'bout me, im nod thad wayssed.  Yed” she told him as she presented him with her bra.

“Ok. Then you’d better have another egg,” he encouraged her

“Grade idea.  I godda ged s'per wayssed sooo wee c'n fffuck liyke bunny rabbiss,” she declared. She sat down, and took the bottle out and first had another gulp, then she sat it on the step behind her, and grabbed an egg, and tore off the rapper with her teeth. 

Wenn thad hiss me, i'll be wayssed ate the egg, and then washed it down with the rest of the bottle of alcohol. “Wenn thad hiss me, i'll be wayssed,” she proclaimed. Then she smiled and pulled off her poanties.

Once nude, she picked up her basket. “Benner finish hidin' the eggs,” she said as she pored them out over her nude body.

Then she tried to stand. She lost her balance, and dropped the basket. It bounced down the stairs, as she caught herself ands smiled.

“Benner bunny crawl,” she decided as she layed on the steps.

Slowly she made her way up the steps, her hard nipples rubbing against the cool wood steps. “Oh, im sooo horney; sooo zzzrunk ann high too.  Im the sexssy high ann boozed bunny,” she said as she made her way slowly up the steps. Finally, when she reached the top, she pulled herself up and jumped like a bunny:

Yelling, “I hop liyke a bunny, less fffuck liyke bunnys,” as her boyfreind caught her. He took her to their bedroom, where he gave her a new bottle of liquor, and proceed to fuck her.