Timmy's Easter by TBA

Timmy Bunny slowly strolled down the forest pathway, looking into the noon, sun-lit sky. It wasn't just any old day, however, it was Easter, the biggest holiday for bunnies everywhere! He was on his way home, hoping the Easter Bunny had left an Easter Egg or two for him by now. Timmy had just spent the morning wandering about he forest, visiting other bunnies to wish them a happy Easter, and talk about the latest news and gossip and news. He was planning on attending the Easter Festival later that evening, which was just a big celebration of as many bunnies they could fit into a forest clearing.

The bunny wasn't wearing too much, only a pair of shorts and his sandals. It was a surprisingly warm day; the weather report had called for rain early on, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Timmy continued on his way, not paying too much attention to his surroundings. Suddenly, a big, powerful arm wrapped itself around Timmy’s torso! Whatever it was picked the bunny up and stuffed him into a sack. Timmy, stunned by what had happened, tried to force his way out, but his captive closed and tied the sack shut before that could happen.

“Gotcha!” exclaimed a male voice. Timmy wiggles about, trying to free himself. The sack allowed a good deal of movement for him, and he wasn’t very cramped within its confines. Timmy was panicking though, madly flopping about. He felt himself rising off the ground, and kept rising. Timmy yelped in surprise as they kept going up for a few more moments, were they flying? The bunny whimpered, curling up into a ball and shivering a little.

“Lemme go!” Timmy yelled out, not receiving a response.

Timmy’s unscheduled flight didn’t last that long, making him feel a little better since he figured they hadn’t gone all that far. He felt himself being set on the ground, the coldness penetrating through the bag. He saw his kidnapper untying the sack, sending him into another struggle fit. Timmy was thinking about trying to bolt out of the bag once it was opened, but that small feeling of courage vanished when the bag opened and the face of his captor came into his view. It was a red dragon! Timmy gasped and yelped, freezing in fright.

“Hello there, little bunny,” the dragon said, an evil grin on his face. “Don’t be too afraid, I’m not going to eat you.”

“Y-y-you’re not?” Timmy asked.

“Oh no. You ever eaten rabbit?” the dragon asked, shaking his muzzle back and forth, “Yuck! That’s not what I want from you.”

Timmy gulped, “Who are you, and what do you want from me? Just lemme go!” he demanded.

“My name is Xion, and I know who you are,” the Dragon said with a toothy grin, “You’re the Easter Bunny!” Timmy only had a blank stare, blinking a few times. “You have to be, you’re the only bunny I’ve seen all day, and I want your delicious Easter Eggs!” Timmy gave a confused look at the dragon; a dragon with a sweet tooth? “They’re so sweet and wonderful, and so colorful too, I want all the Easter Eggs you have!”

“Umm…” Timmy stuttered, “I hate to tell ya this, but I’m not the Easter Bunny. My name’s Timmy.”

The dragon just waved his hand, “Don’t lie to me, I KNOW you’re the Easter Bunny,” he bellowed, reaching his hand into the sack. Timmy laid on his back and started kicking at Xion’s incoming hands. The dragon winced in pain and grabbed Timmy’s ankles, pulling them just outside the sack, and then tying the opening closed again, with Timmy’s feet sticking out of the top.

“Hey! What are you doing!?” Timmy worriedly asked. “Let me go!” he demanded once again. Timmy tried freeing his ankles from inside the sack, but Xion had tied his ankles too securely for the bunny to do anything.

“Now, Timmy the Easter Bunny,” Xion said, “You either give me your eggs, tell me where they are, or I’ll torture it out of you,” Timmy whimpered. He’s wasn’t quite fond of torture.

“Oh! Please don’t hurt me!” Timmy pleaded.

Xion only laughed, “Hurt you? Oh no, I’ve got something much worse in store for you,” Timmy started wondering what could possibly be worse than pain, when he felt the evil dragon gripping his ankles with his forearm and removing one of his sandals. Timmy started worrying about what was coming; was the dragon going to put his bare feet next to an open flame? No, Xion had said it would be worse than pain. Timmy, still lying on his back, had millions of thoughts blazing through his head right until he felt something fluffy touch the sole of the barefoot. It sent a shock through his nerves, giving him goose bumps all over his body. He felt it again, the fluffy object moving up and down his sole. Timmy started cringing, wiggling about.

Oh no! Timmy thought to himself, Not THAT! He tried holding in the giggles that were forcing themselves out of his lungs. The fluffy object, Timmy guessed was a feather, moved to his heel, circling around it for a while, and then back to his sole. Timmy’s foot wiggled as best it could, his toes curling up.

Xion chuckled at Timmy, “What’s this? The poor little bunny isn’t ticklish, is he? Kitchy kitchy koo!” Xion taunted as he kept stroking the feather up and down Timmy’s pure white bunny foot. Timmy’s ticklishness betrayed him as he started bursting into giggles, his arms flailing about in the sack. “Are you gonna give me you Easter Eggs now?” Xion asked, slowing the movement of the feather.

“I’m nohohohoht thehehee Easter Bunny!!” Timmy exclaimed between giggles.

Xion growled a little, “I know you are, stop lying to me! Give me those eggs!” He quickly removed Timmy’s other sandal, moving the feather up and down that foot. Timmy started panicking and thrashing about in the sack. He felt Xion shifting about, still keeping a tight grip on his ankles. He then felt a second feather begin to torment the unoccupied foot. Timmy squeaked and madly started wiggling his feet about. Xion sighed, “Your feet wiggle too much, but I’ll take care of that, unless of course you wanna give me your Easter Eggs now, Easter Bunny!” Timmy wasn’t sure what the dragon was up to, until he felt a little piece of rope wrap around his two big toes. Not allowing him any respite, Xion immediately started dragging the feathers’ tips around the balls of Timmy’s feet.

“Nohoho!! Pleheheheeeasehe stahahahap!!” Timmy’s toes curled up as he tried to tug his feet away, wondering how much longer it would take that evil dragon to realize he wasn’t really the Easter Bunny. Xion, however, only started sawing the feather between Timmy’s toes, sending the bunny into mad laughing fits.

“Just give up!” Xion demanded. Timmy tried to answer, but could only laugh in response. After a few agonizing minutes, it was Xion that seemingly decided to quit as the tickly feeling stopped tormenting the bunny’s feet. Timmy gasped for air, breathing a short sigh of relief. Xion didn’t say anything; but Timmy felt himself being picked up again. Timmy was hoping the dragon would finally let him go, but instead the dragon sat him down on a stool and grabbed his ankles, untying the bag and setting them out in front of the bunny. Timmy tried struggling, but he was weak from the tickling and the dragon was stronger than he was in the first place. He felt something close on top of his ankles, trapping them tightly, but he couldn’t tell what as the sack was still over his head. Xion pulled the sack from Timmy’s head and quickly grabbed the bunny’s wrists and tied them behind his back. Timmy yelped as he took the opportunity to look at his surroundings. He was in a cave, probably Xion’s, with the only source of light coming from burning torches hanging on the wall. The air was also very dry inside the cave, and the slight smell of a rotting corpse hung in the air, probably from the dragon’s most recent hunting trip. Xion was much about average height, but he still was much taller than the bunny. The dragon’s red scales looked even scarier in the glow from the torches. Timmy finally looked to see what he was trapped in; it was foot-stocks!

“Oh boy,” Timmy muttered under his breath as he went back to struggling about.

“Now then,” Xion said, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of the stocks, “either tell me where your Easter Eggs are, or you’re just gonna get more of the same, little bunny.” Timmy whimpered, only shaking his head. “Fine!” Xion said as he proceeded to tie each of Timmy’s wiggly toes back, stretching his feet tautly.

“Hey! Don’t do that! Leave my feet alone!” Timmy pleaded helplessly. Xion only leaned over and picked up a small paintbrush. Timmy gulped and squirmed about in his seat, “What are you doing with that?”

“Well,” Xion said with a sly, evil grin on his face, “Since you won’t give me your pretty eggs, I’m just gonna have to paint your feet to look like them to tide me over. Plus it’ll make your cute bunny feet look cuter,” he answered happily. Timmy’s stomach turned, his heart skipped a beat or two, and he would have turned pale if he weren’t white already. Xion took the brush, set his paint set on a small table next to him, and dipped it into one of the colors. The dragon pointed the tip of the brush towards Timmy’s foot and said, “Last chance, Timmy.”

“But…but…but…but I’m NOT the Easter Bunny!!” Timmy exclaimed. Xion only smiled and started painting Timmy’s sole. The bunny yipped and tried to flex his toes, only to giggle more when he couldn’t even move them at all. Timmy giggled wildly as he felt the brush slowly move about his sole, only stopping so the evil dragon could coat it with more paint. Xion laughed and moved the brush to his heel. Timmy’s mind was running wild with thoughts of how he was going to get himself out of this between quick giggling fits. The dragon swirled the brush’s tip around his heel more, randomly changing colors and brushing speed.

“Sthahahaap thahaat!” Timmy yelled over his helpless giggling while making a mental note to write a letter to the Easter Bunny warning him about this mean dragon. Xion only moved the brush up the bunny’s sensitive arch, making Timmy continue his constant squirming in his bonds. The dragon’s work was very methodical and experienced, almost like he’d done it before. This line of thinking made Timmy’s hopes drop even more, especially when Xion went to work on the bunny’s helpless toes, painting each one a different color.

“Ooo, the bunny’s toes are so cute,” Xion said, adopting a childish tone, “Does Timmy feel like talking yet?” Timmy only laughed madly in response, again too overwhelmed by the tickling to give any kind of verbal answer. Xion paused the torment, but only to clean his brush, dip it into more paint, and start on Timmy’s other foot.

“NO! Sthahahp!” Timmy’s pleads didn’t do anything to help his situation as Xion went back to work, starting on the unpainted heel. Timmy thought about blatantly lying to the dragon, but he feared what evil tortures he would receive for doing something that stupid. Xion wasn’t following the same pattern as he had before; now he was randomly hitting spots on the foot: going from the heel to a toe, zipping to the arch, moving over to the sole an so on. This was driving Timmy crazy as he giggled wildly, desperately pulling at his toes to free them. Xion was really enjoying himself, thinking which he’d rather have: Easter Eggs or a pet bunny to tickle. He was still contemplating this when he felt something touch his foot. Xion stopped painting Timmy’s foot and looked down to see, an Easter Egg!

“Oh!” Xion gasped, smiling wide as he dropped the paintbrush and gripped the egg in his hands. Timmy was gasping heavily, thankful the dragon had stopped, but completely confused where Xion had gotten an Easter Egg. Either way it was a blessing and a half. Xion gazed at the egg for a little while longer, then tossed it up into the air and chomped it down in one bite! Timmy whimpered at the awesome display.

Xion sighed in pleasure, “Delicious!” He then blinked a few times, shook his head a bit, and collapsed. Timmy yipped in surprise and looked to his side. Another bunny came into his view; this one was even smaller than Timmy, a wicker basket hanging from his arm.

“Easter!” Timmy exclaimed, his face lighting up. Easter waved towards him, hopping over to the dragon. “What did ya do to him?” Timmy asked.

“Put him to sleep,” he answered. “The big meanie!” Easter said, “I’ll teach you to torment one of my friends.” He reached into his basket and pulled out a set of foot stocks identical to the one Timmy was in. Timmy oooed; he knew Easter’s basket was magical, but that was amazing.

“Where can I get one of those?” Timmy asked. Easter only chuckled and pushed the foot stocks right next to Timmy, then hopped over to Xion.

“Hmm…this’ll call for one of my special formulas,” Easter said, grabbing an Easter Egg out of his basket and eating it down. Then, like something out of a Popeye cartoon, Easter’s body grew, his muscles becoming much over exaggerated. Working quickly in his new form, Easter picked up Xion, sat him on a stool, and locked his ankles into the empty foot stocks, tying his arms behind his back just before his body returned to normal. Timmy was going to ask how he did that, but he figured Easter’s response would only be “Magic, what else?” Easter hopped over to Timmy and started untying his toes. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Timmy answered, “Evil dragon painted my feet with a tickly brush. He thought I was you!”

Easter laughed loudly, “What!?! Now that’s silly. Your feet look kinda cute like this though,” Easter said, making Timmy blush a bit. The Easter Bunny finally untied Timmy’s toes, which immediately curled and uncurled themselves. “I was on my way to the Easter party and I heard your laughter, so I came in to see what was so funny. Then I saw what that evil dragon was doing to you,” Easter said, turning to the unconscious dragon, “Evil meaine! Anyway, we’ve gotta get your feet cleaned off so we can get to the party,” he said, pulling a small bucket of warm water and a wash rag out of his basket.

“Awww! You don’t have to do that,” Timmy said, curling his toes up again.

“Well, I sure am if you’re gonna make it on time. No sense making you go all the way home just to clean your feet off.”

“Oh. Well, could ya at least use a scrub brush?” Timmy asked shyly.

“A scrub brush?” Easter asked confused, “but wouldn’t that…?” Timmy was nodding, a little smile on his face. “You’re a silly bunny! Haven’t you had enough?” Timmy only shook his head, “Well, okay,” Easter said, smiling and retrieving a soft bristled scrub brush from his basket. “You asked for it,” he said, wetting the brush and going to work on Timmy’s soles. Timmy immediately started giggling again, starting to have fun now. To be tortured was one thing, but to be tickled by a friend was completely different in Timmy’s book. Besides, he had started enjoying himself near the end of Xion’s tickling. Easter concentrated on the foot most worked on by the dragon, but moved sporadically about. Easter was happy that the dragon had used a washable paint, or else he would have had a heck of a time with Timmy’s feet, and they probably never would have made the party at all!

During all of this, Xion started to stir. He was wondering why his captive was still laughing madly, and why he couldn’t move much when he opened his eyes to the site. “Hey! What’s going on!?” he demandingly asked.

“We’re having fun,” Easter answered, “As for you, that Easter Egg I gave you will be the last Easter Egg you get unless you start behaving yourself!” Xion whimpered apologetically. “As for now, I’m gonna punish you for tormenting my friend!” Easter said, keeping the brush on Timmy’s feet and reaching over with his free hand to start poking at the dragon’s large sole. Xion started chuckling, obviously embarrassed at the thought of being tickled. Easter finished up on Timmy’s feet and completely focused on Xion’s big foot; using his claws to tickle the massive sole. Xion, whose face would have turned beet red if it wasn’t already, wiggles his toes about, giggling helplessly all the while. Easter stopped for a moment to let Timmy out, then went back to the dragon’s foot. “His feet are too big for one bunny, you get the other one,” he told Timmy. Timmy happily walked over to Xion’s other foot and gave it the same treatment Easter was using. Xion started bellowing in laughter at the small hands of the two bunnies, starting to wish he didn’t like Easter Eggs so much. Both bunnies went right for Xion’s toes, tickling the sensitive skin right underneath them.

After a good fifteen minutes, Easter stopped and grabbed Timmy’s wrist. “Come on, we’re gonna be late! Put on your sandals and let’s get out of here.”

“But, what about him?” Timmy said pointing to the dragon, who was reduced to gasps and giggles.

“He’ll be fine. Those stocks and ropes will disappear within the hour,” Easter hopped up onto the foot stocks, “But you listen to me, dragon. You EVER torment a bunny like that again to get something from them you’ll go through a lot worse, understand me?” Xion nodded. “Good!” Timmy pulled his sandals on as Easter gathered his basked up and hopped to Timmy’s side, poking him in the ribs, making him giggle.

“Let’s get outta here. Just follow me, we’ll get to the Easter party in no time,” Easter said as the two bunnies hopped away.