#easterhunt

Bunny University smelled like sugar and sunlight.

Chirping giggles filled the air, students bouncing between lectures in pastel cardigans and tennis skirts, sweater-vests and crisp collars. Their bunny ears, plush, soft, and perfectly upright, twitched above blushing cheeks and smiling eyes. It was Easter Week. And the campus was decorated in shimmering eggs, mint green, soft pink, lemon yellow, tucked beneath benches, nestled in grass, lined along chalked sidewalks.

The air was warm. The mood was light. Until he arrived.

Freyr.

Golden cleats touched pastel turf. Bare chest glowing. Long blonde hair braided and tied back into a thick man bun. His footsteps brought the breeze. His eyes brought the shift.

He wasn’t just a guest coach. He was the God of Fertility. And Bunny U had just surrendered its field.

Freyr walked slowly down the football line, one hand outstretched, fingers brushing the candy-colored eggs dotting the grass. Where he touched, they changed. The pinks turned gold. The blues glowed bright. Every shell shimmered as new life formed inside, not chicks, but bros.

He turned to his bunny-eared athletes. Soft boys in preppy uniforms, kicking balls with hesitation and smiling sweetly under the sun.

He handed them the eggs.

“Eat,” he said.

And they did.

The first moaned. Dropped to his knees. His ears twitched, shrinking, his shirt tightening as his chest bulged outward, golden skin replacing pink. Muscles surged beneath his sweater vest. His preppy shorts split, replaced by shining, skin-tight golden compression. He stood, panting. Flexing. Changed.

The next bit in harder. The same. Then another. And another. Soon, the entire football squad were golden jocks, virile, dripping, radiant.

Their bunny ears were shrunk. But their hunger remained.

And now, they turned.

Eyes glowing, bulges bouncing, they sprinted into the school halls—the hunt had begun.

The rest of the students squealed and scattered, ears twitching, preppy skirts flaring, tails bouncing. But escape was a fantasy. Golden jocks were faster. Stronger. Riper.

One by one, soft bunny boys were tackled into fields of gold. Glistening eggs were gently placed into their mouths. Moans followed. And so did transformation.

Every building became brighter. Every hall pulsed with golden heat. The weather grew warmer. The garden bloomed thicker. The library was now a locker room. The university was now fertile. Forever.

By nightfall, Bunny U was no more.

It had become a sacred ground. A shrine to Freyr, God of Fertility, Peace, Prosperity, and Perfect Weather. The wind whispered his name. The ground pulsed with gold. And every student, now barefoot, muscular, golden, dripping with energy, knew their role:

To breed gold into the world. To spread his warmth. To hunt the soft. To worship the jock. To praise the God who fertilized them all.

All hail Freyr, golden bringer of virility. The fields bloom only where his feet have touched. And now… another university awaits.