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(Not) Easter Six and the Pleasurable Illusion

For bbbuuu

By Draconicon

Wessel 'Slinky' Slinke made his way down the hallways of the SBI headquarters, muttering in the back of his head at what he had just done. The still-drying pre-cum in his pants served as a reminder of just how close he'd come to violating a coworker, and not of his own free will.

That shouldn't have happened. That should not have happened.

The ferret shook his head as he reached the elevator, hitting the button perhaps a little harder than he should. His other coworkers, people coming from other parts of the building to head home, flinched. Wessel shook his head, mouthing 'sorry' at them. Must have let out a bit of a psychic burst or something. Not too surprising, considering his mood.

The image was still at the front of his mind. Seeing his temporary partner Easter Six bound over the table, the rabbit's big, muscled butt just...there...exposed and shown off in all its glory...

His cock throbbed in his pants and he deliberately jabbed a sharp thumb-claw into the meat of his palm. The sharp shock of pain pushed it back down again before he needed to cut the skin.

Elementary protection. How the hell did I forget about that?

Because he had not gone up against a strong psychic before. He tried to remind himself that two psychics fighting each other was different from a non-psychic fighting one. They were naturally more open, and if there was even a slight difference in power, the more powerful psychic was almost guaranteed to win.

It didn't help. He'd still come within a hair's-breadth of raping his former partner, and it was hard to get that out of his mind. Almost as hard as it was to get that ass out of his head.

He was getting a headache. Wessel gestured for his coworkers to take the elevator coming, muttering something about getting the next one. The ferret was on autopilot as he leaned back, pressing his hand to his head and rooting through his mind. With how insistent that picture was, he was worried that the damn foxhound had left some sort of command in his head.

Alright...what did you do to me?

The ferret dug into his own psyche, turning his energy around and fiddling about. It was one of the first tricks the SBI taught any incoming psychics. Looking around in your own head was one of their best techniques, and one of the most vital for self-care. If one didn't pay attention to what was happening...well, the power that they used wasn't without side-effects, one could say.

He could feel the residual energies that Barrett Rusely had left behind, though most of that had faded, as expected. The other psychic was powerful, but not as experienced, not as well-taught in not leaving a trail behind. They'd found that out while examining his victims, and it had borne out here. No real damage left behind, but -

There you are, you fucker...

It was less of a command, though, and more of a propping up of something in his own mind. Wessel slid around it, examining it from all angles to see what had been pushed up by the foxhound's powers and what was simply part of his own mind.

Annoyingly, most of it belonged to him. The fascination he felt for Easter Six had been there for...probably an unhealthy length of time, if he was honest with himself. Since they'd become partners, and afterwards, when they'd split after his accident and the whole thing between them ever after, he'd still harbored an...attraction to the black rabbit. It was just there, no matter how much he'd pushed it down.

And when the other psychic had pulled it up...

Well, he wasn't ready for that.

Wessel severed the psychic strings that held the attraction at the surface, hoping that it would sink away. Unfortunately, it didn't.

Grumbling as the fantasies continued to float on the surface of his mind, the ferret considered pushing it down himself, but quickly dismissed the idea. Denial was bad enough when you were a normal person, just pushing the thoughts down to a place where you could be distracted from them easier. When you were a psychic and could literally blast a thought out of your own head, the consequences were a little more dire. Particularly if you missed and hit a couple of neurons on the way out.

Which means I need to do something else to get you out of my head.

Screwing the real Easter Six would be a quick way to getting a bullet up his ass, even if he hadn't just come so close to raping him. He doubted that the rabbit would want to see his face, let alone his dick, for the next year. Hell, for the next decade. No, there was no chance in hell that he could get it out of his head that way.

Unless...

"...Copperfield."

He hit the down-button on the elevator. It was time to pay a visit to the MCD, otherwise known as the Magic Charms Department.

Known as the Lucky Charms Department until the leprechauns hit SBI with a lawsuit about it, the MCD was where everyone in the SBI got their gear. Enchanted coats, charmed cufflinks, magic armaments, the works. It was all done down in the basements of SBI where nobody else could see it or steal it. Everything was kept under lock and key when it wasn't in use, and everything was signed out with a ridiculous level of paperwork.

So, it wasn't too surprising that the ferret was frisked before he was allowed through despite his SBI badge. They'd had one thief, one, and that was enough.

He passed through mildly groping touches, a magical scan by a more powerful psychic, and had an oak wand waved over him for any spells that might have been lingering on his person. Once he was finally waved through, he walked over to the receptionist, the various guards disappearing back into the shadows.

"What do you need?" the wolverine behind the desk growled.

"I need a better barrier enchantment on my shirt," he said, tapping the sewn-in spell circle around the collar. "Someone else got through."

"Uh-huh. Anything else?"

"Is Copperfield free?"

The woman rolled her eyes while Wessel clamped down on the urge to blush. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with asking to see a coworker.

"Well?"

"Yes, he's free. Long as someone else doesn't beat you to him."

"I'll stop there first, then."

"Shirt?"

He unbuttoned the one he was wearing and passed it over. Considering the contamination possibilities among the things they did at the agency, it wasn't entirely uncommon for people to go shirtless or worse. The nudity was less embarrassing than the fact that it admitted that you made a mistake, so he wasn't bothered by her looking him over for a moment. He wasn't interested in her, anyway.

She must have been interested in him, though, because she only gave him a half-binder of paperwork to fill out for the new spell rather than the three he normally had to go through.

Eventually, the wolverine woman passed him a spare shirt for him to wear. He pulled it on as fast as possible, darting past her desk and heading deeper into the Magic Charms Department. The air tingled around him as he walked, but that felt better than being stared at by a woman he wasn't interested in.

He ignored the armaments testing sub-department, the Ancient Texts section, and the Cultural Appropriations and Negotiations department before finally coming to the main enchanting section. A quick glance at the clicker-board informed him that Copperfield was still on-duty, but was scheduled to be done in a few minutes. Deciding it'd be better to wait instead of barging in while the raven was busy, he leaned against the wall and did his best not to fidget impatiently.

There's nothing wrong with this. It's just getting an annoying feeling out of my system, he thought. Nothing wrong with me doing this at all.

It was nothing more than getting rid of a weakness. If another psychic thought that he was obsessed with his former partner, then the psychic probably had an arguable point. Much as he hated to admit it, there was little that Barrett Rusely could have missed in his head.

But if I just go through with this, it'll get it out of my system, and I won't be thinking about that...that rabbit that way anymore.

He didn't even know why he thought about Easter Six that way to begin with. It wasn't like the rabbit had a winning personality, nor did he do anything that made him particularly likeable as a person.

But that ass...

Even using his psychic powers wasn't enough to completely suppress the image of the black rabbit's thick rump. It was muscular, it was big, and it was just begging to be fucked every time that Wessel Slinke saw it. He gritted his teeth, shaking his head to try and put the image out of his mind.

It only slightly worked, and he was still half-hard from it.

This better work. This really better work...

Ding, dong, ding.

The soft bell announcing the end of one shift filled the air, and he stood up straight again. The ferret turned to the hallway, watching as various employees drifted by. He ignored everyone that wasn't Copperfield, waiting for the telltale flash of a black feather.

Finally, it passed by. The gold-eyed raven turned before he could announce himself, black beak turning up in a small, stiff smile.

"Slinky."

"Copperfield."

"I heard that you might want something from me."

"...Mouthy receptionist."

"No, just your expressive face."

The raven leaned against the wall, wing-arms pulled flush to his chest.

"So, what might this illusionist do for you, oh psychic?"

Wessel started to open his mouth, then paused. People were still around, still in earshot. Those that hadn't heard what he had done would hear soon enough, and he didn't need them to think that he was so obsessed that he'd come here for...

Well, exactly what he'd come here for.

I want an illusion. One that feels real, he thought at the raven.

"Oh really? And what of? Or should I say, who of?"

It was amazing how much the bird could smirk when his beak was too stiff to actually bend. Rubbing the back of his head, the ferret debated whether this was worth it. It wasn't that hard of a debate; for once, his cock and his brain were on the same side.

Easter Six.

The raven lowered his head, chuckling into his lab coat. He shook his head.

"Do you know how many times people ask me to make an illusion of him?"

"Too often. Then I don't need to explain what sort of illusion I want."

"Not at all. Just keep in mind, I can only build off of your memories with this. I can't do something too insane. You're not one of those that want...extraordinary kink, are you?"

"...No. I just want..."

His ass...

The raven nodded in understanding.

"You'll owe me a favor."

"I know."

"Then meet me in interrogation room 4. I'll get it set up, and it will start as soon as you open the door. Twenty minutes."

"Twenty?"

"If you want quality, you take the time."

"...Twenty it is."

Slinky stood outside interrogation room 4, his hand clenched tight around the doorknob. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone to find out what he was doing, so his head was twisting this way and that, his psychic powers spread up and down the hall for any sign of another mind.

It didn't matter that he was doing something completely legal by the agency standards. It didn't matter that he was just going to be fucking an illusion. It was still humiliating to think that he was reduced this far to deal with a basic urge.

And an urge that still didn't make sense.

Easter Six is a Supernatural, he thought, completely sure of it. I don't care that some evaluator believes that he was nothing more than a Natural Agent. He's more than an NA with an ass like that.

That, or the rabbit was cursed. Or he was hiding some sort of magical item nobody knew about. Or any number of a variety of things that might explain why that rump of his had so much power.

Because it wasn't just Slinky that felt that way, the ferret knew. Everyone that met Easter had some sort of interest in that black-furred rump. No matter how straight you thought you were, as soon as you met him, questions started popping into your brain. Questions like 'how good could pussy feel, really, compared to that ass?'

Not to mention that Easter's attitude tended to make one want to teach him a lesson...

Buzz, buzz. The alarm on his phone went off, which meant that the twenty minutes were up. Slinky took a deep breath, did one last scan of the hallway to make sure he was alone - he was - and then opened the door.

For a split second, he saw an interrogation room, white-walled with a single desk in the middle and a chair across the way. He saw the glass walls high up, and he saw the even lightning that kept shadow creatures from escaping.

And then, Copperfield's illusion took over.

Slinky was aware for a moment of walking across the room, but it faded as he sat down at the table. No, at the desk. A desk that was thick wood rather than flimsy plastic, thick and heavy and covered with get-well cards. The wall had a calendar on it, but it wasn't the right month. He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes to check the date.

Months ago...not long after I got out of the hospital from -

Knock, knock.

"Come in," he said without thinking.

The door opened quietly. A familiar black paw stuck around the corner, holding a rubber-banded bunch of flowers. They wiggled from side to side before a just-as-familiar voice followed.

"Woooo, telekinetic flowers coming for your face."

"...What are you doing, Easter?"

The black rabbit stepped out from behind the door, shaking his head. What little bit of a smile he had faded quickly as he tossed the flowers across the room. The petals hit the desk, bounced, then came to a stop on the verge of falling on the ferret's lap. Slinky shook his head, remembering this moment.

Easter had come to visit after he'd gotten out of the hospital. He'd even brought flowers, though he'd been just as stupid about it that time as he was this time. A bad joke, trying to make light of the fact that the ferret had gotten his face pounded in by who knew how many stairs and soda bottles.

It'd gone south pretty quickly after that. The memory of getting angry at Easter's stupid joke, of shouting at him, the pair of them getting into an argument...it all came rushing back. And at the same time, it didn't feel like it had happened at all. The illusion felt like he'd been sent back in time rather than being pushed into some sort of fantasy.

It was weird...and vaguely disturbing.

Still, he looked at his former - no, current, here - partner, looked over his hips, at the way that they looked so wide and easy to grab for fucking. His cock jumped under his desk, almost hitting the bottom of it as he imagined -

Wait, Easter was talking. Better pay attention.

"...think it's a good idea that you transfer to another partner. It's not like this is gonna happen again."

So, he'd put in for the transfer already. That was helpful. It told him where they were in this particular timeline, where Copperfield was drawing the information from. He could remember that day very, very well.

It had been the beginning of the end for their limited friendship. He'd been angry, thinking that Easter hadn't been taking the whole thing seriously, that the rabbit even found the injury funny. He'd later found out through various sources that the rabbit had been trying to not lose another partner to his bad luck streak, and had been hurt that Slinky had pushed it as hard as he had.

Not that it mattered. That was over and done with, and the illusion wasn't going to fix things in the present. He needed to stop thinking with his head - or heart - and go back to thinking with his dick.

After all, that ass...

"Well, you know, I might consider not transferring."

The dark-furred rabbit arched an eyebrow.

"Really? Just like that?"

"Well, not just like that." He smirked. "I would need a little bit of persuasion, after all."

"Hmmph. You never did anything for free, did you?"

"Why would I? If people want it, they should pay for it."

The ferret smiled, enjoying the sight of the rabbit squirming in front of him. It had been too long since he had seen Easter on the back foot, so to speak. The rabbit was always pushing himself forward, always taking charge of a situation. Even when it went bad, he was always assertively trying to turn it around.

Now, even though he was grumbling, he was still listening to the psychic, and that made it all the better.

He leaned back in his seat, patting his lap.

"Why don't you start by coming over here and sitting on my lap, hmm?"

"Is that what this is fucking about?" Easter grunted.

"Well, you were the one that wanted to keep me as a partner. Let's just say that I'll have conditions, something to make it worth my while."

"And those conditions include you getting my ass, huh?"

"What can I say? I'm aiming for the stars...or at least, one tight, puckered, pink one."

It was a horrible line, and he knew it, but there was nothing he could do to take it back even if he wanted to. Now, it was just up to Copperfield to see if he would go along with it, or if the illusion would fight back.

For a second, he was almost sure it was the latter. Easter's eyes narrowed, his fingers bunched into fists...

And then he sighed, sliding along the top of the desk until he plopped his big butt - big, muscular, fuzzy butt - right in the ferret's lap. There was enough weight there to draw a small 'oof' from Slinky's lips, but no more complaint than that.

Holy shit...

It took every bit of self-control he had to not start fondling that rump right then and there. The large, muscular cheeks were pressing firmly down against his crotch, and it was even better than what he remembered from the interrogation room. They were firm with just enough curve to give someone's hands a good grip, and enough of a valley between them to immediately attract the ferret's cock to that slippery slope.

Ooooh, wow...

"Yeah? This working for you, then?" Easter asked.

"Oh, it's doing something..."

For all that he had fantasized about this, and for all that he had overstepped the line down in the interrogation room, almost fucking his partner from behind at the insistence of the other psychic, this was better. So much better. Not only was he getting more, but he was the one in control this time.

And he could do whatever he wanted to the illusion and not feel bad.

"You know, everyone stares at your ass all the time..."

"You ain't telling me anything new."

"Well, I'm going to keep staring."

"Not like I can -"

"And I'm going to do a lot more than that."

With a grunt, he turned the rabbit around, pinning Easter to his desk. Slinky stood up, pinning him down, wiggling a finger under the tight shorts that the rabbit wore. Those long ears had pulled down tight as his partner whipped his head around.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Getting what I want, Easter. Told you that I'd need more payment."

"You're gonna fuck me?!"

"Heh, well, yes."

"...you...you..."

It wasn't quite a blush, but he swore that there was some sort of glow to the rabbit's cheeks, some sort of embarrassment there that hadn't been there before. If Slinky hadn't been looking for it, there was no way that he would have noticed it.

That, and the slight shift in position, told him that the bunny was definitely more interested in getting fucked in this illusion than he had been in reality.

"Fuck...if this is what it takes..."

"You bet your pretty ass it does."

"Then at least go slow..."

"I'll go how I like."

He pulled the rabbit's shorts down the rest of the way, whistling at that marvel of an ass. It was a thick masterpiece of muscle and curvature, and he had to lick his lips at the idea that his cock was going to be splitting those cheeks apart very, very soon.

The ferret panted as he unzipped his pants, fishing out his cock. He had heard so many rumors of how Easter's ass had been put to use. As a distraction, as something for the enemy to chase after. He'd even heard that there'd been a werewolf that had tongue-fucked it for longer than anyone else had ever been able to get a finger on it. God, what he wouldn't have given to be that...

Or what he would have given to be that werewolf five minutes ago. Now, he only wanted to be himself.

He slid his cock between those ass cheeks, thrusting up towards the hole then pulling back. Up, back, up, back, each thrust making him feel the sheer smoothness of the flesh between the cheeks, the hot tightness that he'd almost had the chance to experience only a few hours ago.

God, I'm gonna have him. I'm finally gonna have him.

He slapped his cock head against that pucker, grinning to himself.

"Hope you're ready to get fucked, Easter...again, and again, and again..."

"If it means I get to keep a partner...I'll take it."

"Oh, you'll take it, alright. Take it deep!"

He slammed in, hard, feeling that hole open up for him right off the bat. The hard muscles in the ass cheeks slapped against his hips, and he groaned as he felt the inner walls of the rabbit's ass clenching down hard on him.

Fuck...that's so...tight...

Despite the fact that he knew that Easter had been tongue-fucked, knew that he'd been fingered, teased, and even come downright close to being raped, the rabbit was taking his cock like a champ. He watched as those long ears dropped, covering Easter's face in something like embarrassment.

It would have been cute if it wasn't so damn sexy.

In and out, in and out, his hips moved as if they were on auto-pilot already, slamming backwards and forwards in a desperate beat. In and out, in and out, his crotch slapping those ass cheeks and feeling the muscles twitching every time that he made contact. And that asshole...

"Mmmph..."

He was having to bite his cheek and think of disgusting things to not blow his load right off the bat. Every time that he hilted with that hot hole, he could feel the insides of the rabbit clenching down, milking at him, pulling him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head as those talented muscles kept squeezing him, milking him, drawing him forward.

The ferret thrust himself at his desk, throwing himself over the rabbit and pinning him down as his hips went wild. He laid on top of the rabbit, keeping him pinned down as he fucked him, rutted him, used him.

Could I have gotten this, if I wasn't stupid? Could I have gotten his ass way back then, if I hadn't been so angry?

If that had been even slightly possible, he would kick himself. Giving up something like this should have been downright criminal. The most perfect, addicting ass in the entire bureau, and even though it was an illusion, even though he was sure it was being made as ideal as possible, he was sure that the real thing would be even better.

And the illusion was pretty damn good. It was squirming, moaning, twitching beneath him, trying to pull away only to shove back hard to get more dick when he started to pull back. Easter was acting like a full-blown cock-hound, and it was glorious.

"Fuck, fuck...fuck...are you trying to milk me of everything I got?" he grunted.

"Heh...you wanted to...have my ass..."

"Yeah...and I'm going to...own that perfect thing..."

"Mmmph...you couldn't...couldn't own -"

"Fucking try me..."

He yanked the rabbit back, holding him under the knees as he started thrusting up, bouncing the bunny on his dick hard and fast. The sudden change in angle gave whole new sensations, and as he turned to the window behind him, he could see Easter's face, see the shock in his eyes, the blush on his cheek...

And the throbbing down below. The rabbit was hard as a rock, and there was no hiding that. He grinned, grabbing hold of it and giving it three hard pumps.

"Heh, looks like Easter Six was a butt-slut, after all."

"I'm not...just...giving you what..."

"Bullshit. You're a butt-slut, and you're my butt-slut. Forever."

In and out, in and out, thrusting up to slam his cock into that tight hole, feeling his balls swinging up to smack against the rabbit's smaller pair. In and out, in and out, feeling that tight pucker milking him with everything it had, trying to suck his cum right out of his balls through his cock. In and out, in and out, feeling the heat building up, feeling his balls drawing up as he reached the end of his stamina -

He thrust the rabbit against the glass, hearing the squeaking sound of a wet cock sliding against the glass, seeing Easter moaning, blushing, his ears twitching and his tongue hanging out as he drooled.

"Take it...take it...take my cock like the slutty rabbit you are..."

"Mmmph...you...are you...close..."

"Almost...almost there..."

"Go on...cum...cum...cum in my ass..."

It was just about enough to push him over the edge. The ferret thrust forward one more, two more times -

And then Easter Six disappeared, followed by the office, followed by the window.

Slinky tumbled forward, almost headbutting the interrogation room window as reality reasserted itself. He caught himself by the barest of margins, throwing up one hand against the window, panting for breath as he looked down. The cock squeaking against the window had been his own; he'd been thrusting against it for stimulation, and had been right on the verge of blowing his load when Copperfield had cut the illusion.

Still panting, feeling his balls starting to ache from lack of climax, he slammed his fist down on the glass.

"Copperfield, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

There was no answer. He repeated the punch.

"Copperfield! Put me back in! I was almost there...come on...this hurts..."

He could feel his balls starting to ache and complain already, feeling the throbbing that always came with interrupted pleasure. He wanted to finish. He wanted to feel that perfect ass clenching down around him again.

"Copperfield...Copperfield, are you still there?"

One more knock on the window was answered by a click. The click of a light turning on.

A click that revealed Skyline, the red-tailed hawk that served as his and Easter's mutual supervisor. The bird was glaring at him through the glass, and Copperfield was restrained to a nearby chair.

Immediately, the ferret grabbed for his pants, pulling them up, though his boner made pulling them on more than a little bit difficult. He winced as he almost caught his dick in his zipper as he pulled his pants back on, then saluted.

"Sir. I...I'm sorry, sir."

"What is the meaning of this bullshit?"

"I..."

"I've heard rumors of agents using illusions to conduct illicit liaisons, but this is the first time that I've seen so much evidence of it."

Evidence? He'd caught them in the act. Slinky groaned, rubbing the back of his head as he looked down at the ground. How the hell was he going to talk his way out of this one? How was he going to make good on this?

The temptation to use his powers to try and wipe it out of Skyline's mind disappeared as soon as he looked up again. The supervisor was too angry to have this wiped easily.

Oh, he was in trouble...a lot of trouble.

"Well? I'm waiting. What's your excuse, Slinky?"

The End