"I want to stay with you."

1 year later

A yell of "BUNNY!" wakes me from my deep sleep as I thrash around feeling for the source as panic sets in. It's only when the second call comes that I jump up from the covers realizing what day it is, "Stuffing" Day. It's the day in which is responsible for the highest number of births and while last year and this year we were not part of that statistic, I have a feeling next year will be different.

A small part of me yells at me that I'm being a bad bunny in not getting cleaned up or dressed but I must serve my Mistress FIRST. As I reach the top of the stairs I nearly run into a white frilly dressed Kyle who for a moment seems like he is about to reprimand me. The reprimand ends quickly once he realizes I'm not Jason and he lets out a meek "I'm sorry Master" that starts to harden my cock.

Maybe I'll fuck the little boytoy later but now, I need to see if my Mistress needs me. I barrel into the kitchen to find to my horror it seems Jason has gotten to her first . He kneels between her legs as she all but sits on his face. The ragged moan I'm familiar with tells me he's earned the right to jerk himself off and that I've failed.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." I say sweat forming as my silver haired goddess drops Jason's key on the floor.

"What for Bunny." She purrs not staring away from her cooking.

"I...I...Overslept and..."

"Now, now Bunny." A small giggle escapes her as she looks over her shoulders "After last night I think you EARNED the right to sleep in a little bit.... Especially since I doubt my daughters will let you sleep at all tonight."

"But still I-" I start to protest before she gives a huff and fully turns revealing the small white apron with bold orange lettered "Stuffed". The small apron only partially succeeds in covering her nipples and fails almost entirely to conceal her 4 month pregnancy or her silver trimmed turkey shaped pubes.

"I kept you up late last night AND drained you.... Now. *smooch* Go get washed up and your little bunny dress on, your OLD mistresses will be here soon." Mistress Baily orders while planting a kiss on my forehead likely leaving behind her silver lipstick.

"Yes, dear." I purr planting my own kiss on her swollen belly before I make my way upstairs.