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It had been a long winter, and a cold one. So when the weather finally broke for the better, Xodiac thought it would be a good time to get out of the house. He made a small lunch for himself and set out for his favorite park, just a few blocks away from his apartment. It would be a good place to spend the morning on his tablet before his job interview later that day.

As he walked his mind was occupied by questions the store's manager might ask, along with suitable responses. The unusual hybrid of coyote and dragon, known as a dragote, had gone through the process before – far too many times, really. By now he had the typical interview practically memorized. Still, it was good to go over things beforehand.

Preoccupied, it took him a few seconds after rounding a curve in the path before he noticed the pair of large prop eggs set up in a small glade within the park. At the clearing's edge was a small pavilion, barely larger than a pair of portable toilets on each side. Xodiac's stride slowed and halted as he stared, puzzled. That all looked familiar...

Then the satyr emerged from the tent.

"Ohhhh, no," the dragote said as unwanted memories came roaring back. He'd kindly offered to help the satyr out on an Easter photoshoot – and wound up as the model, wearing a purple dress and posing on those very eggs. And when he got upset about it, faer– er, pixies in the tent had switched the outfit into lingerie for a more erotic session. "I'm not going through that again!" He quickly turned to go back the way he came.

Or tried to. To his dismay, he found himself walking, instead, directly towards the tent.

"Oh, great!" the satyr said cheerfully as Xodiac neared. "You're back! I was hoping you'd come."

"It wasn't on purpose, I assure you," the dragote grumbled.

"Well, you're here now. Head into the tent, they'll help you get dressed, like last time."

"No, I– dammit!" Xodiac tried to resist, but his feet insistently took him away. He ducked beneath the flap and stepped inside. It was, as he suspected, the same tent as before. Crammed with boxes, props, and equipment, what should have been spacious instead felt cramped.

He didn't see anyone, but he knew that didn't matter. "Look, I don't want to play model again," he said.

"But you agreed," an oddly-high voice replied. It sounded like it came from the far corner, around a collection of photographic backdrops.

"Last time, yeah. Not this year!"

"An agreement is an agreement," the voice insisted, and a cloud of tiny glowing creatures erupted from the behind the backdrops. Dozens, hundreds of pixies, each barely larger than one of Xodiac's claws and barely visible within their glow, swarmed through the air to surround him. They whirled around his body, making him dizzy with flashes of light as they moved.

"Aw, no! Dammit!" he moaned, as he felt his clothing lifted away, lost in the living tornado around him. Shirt, pants, even underwear, gone. A moment later something light and sleeveless fluttered into place around his body. Something else, something tighter, settled around his crotch. There was a yank on his legs, and then they were encased in fabric as well. There was an odd tickle at his clawtips, and then... then he could see again.

Xodiac didn't really want to look at what they'd put on him. He knew it'd be embarrassing and girly. On the other hand... well, he just had to know how bad it was. So he looked down.

In some ways, it wasn't too bad. It wasn't a dress, for one thing, or even a skirt. Those were about all the virtues he could find, however.

His shirt had been replaced by a cami with wide pastel stripes and an enormous powder-blue bow that would have been right between his breasts if he'd had any. There was no skirt, true, but that was only because he seemed to be wearing nothing down below at all except for stockings and a set of bikini-cut panties, both perfectly matching the bow.

As his ears folded back he noticed an odd weight to them. Reaching up, he felt... an earring? They'd pierced his ears! The dragote noticed more jewelry adorned his horns when his hands brushed against them. And those hands sported painted clawtips, as well.

"We hope you like it," the pixies said in unison. "We certainly think you look pretty!"

"All I wanted was lunch in the sun," Xodiac moaned.

"And now you get so much more! You not only get your time in the sun, but in the limelight! Enjoy!"

And with that, Xodiac turned around and headed back out. Not entirely voluntarily. But it seemed, when it comes to creatures of fae, one's word truly was their bond.

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This is, of course, a sequel to the Easter Pinups I got last ye– wait. Two years ago? Wow, time flies. They're a little late for this year's Easter, but that's my fault. (I think I've mentioned that I am not a speedy writer.)

Art is by  raya-banana. You can see it (and fave it, if you so desire) in her gallery here.