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Riff, a small riverside hamlet in the great fairy Kingdom of Ringford. It didn't seem like much, but the beauty of nature overpowered the scenery with verdant greens that looped around small homes with gentle vines and brightly colored flowers, a bustling marketplace making it a popular site for outsiders. It was here that the fairies had welcomed with open arms trade and commerce from all over, here a small merchant had set up their stall in the hopes of attracting all sorts, a pooka by the name of Bell. The sky furred rabbit-like pooka in a previous life was a human hailing from the kingdom of Valentine, but like all of his kind he was cursed with his current form. Collect all the coins of the pooka's old kingdom and then one wish would be granted to the one who did it, and so all pooka including himself set out to gather them all. Bell had taken to becoming a merchant for this express reason and had made a good life of it, but only a handful of those precious coins had found their way into his paws, though hatred did not color his heart, he so desperately wished to return to a life without floppy ears and a cotton tail, he would do anything for a single coin.

Dressed in an apron of white, with a bow of pink just at his chest, Bell stood there near the river with his stall set up. He had products of all sorts; from simple fruit, to ornate daggers and armor. All of it had been organized with the intent to attract as many different coin purses as possible, as to why he dressed as a woman well, that was simply again to attract various types to the stall. He didn't care if the occasional pervert showed themselves begging for a good time and making their cat calls, none of that mattered unless they had that special type of coin he desired, which so far none of them had ever stepped up with Valentinian coin. For the most part no one had ever cared that he dressed as a woman, and in fact most people referred to him as such. At one point he would have taken a bit of insult to, but now he only considered a humorous compliment that most seemed to consider him a female, perhaps someday he should simply embrace it fully.

Today had been like many others. Fairies and the occasional human passed by the stall fingering through products and occasionally deciding to pay for something, however, Bell was always haggling. Even if he wore a sweet smile and spoke with honeyed words, he was fierce about getting what he wanted. If he couldn't get a Valentinian coin from the customer, then he would surely get as much as possible out of them. Unfortunately, like most other days, he found himself nearing his time of closing without a single one of those coins in paw.

Bell waved off the last customer with a big smile on his face, but in truth he was distraught. To think that he had spent so long searching for those coins, and yet he only had ten, ten measly coins in all, and it seemed that he wouldn't be finding anymore in this settlement. He needed to move shop, start traveling, but the thought made him feel a bit...odd. The people of the settlement, especially the fairies, had all treated him with respect and kindness, he had even gotten a cheap price on his home. He had a life there in the small settlement and while it wasn't really what he wanted for a future, it was nice. Taking a deep breath he ran a paw through his snowy hair, shutting his eyes and exhaling. Mindless frustration wouldn't do, and besides, he couldn't collect all of the coin himself. He had to remember that all pooka were striving to find the coins, and so with some resignation he opened his eyes to close shop.

"Closin' shop rabbit?" Called a bassy voice. Turning around with an ear perked, Bell looked up to see a tall human man with a thick beard and mane of brown messy hair. The man himself reminded Bell more of a bear in platemail more than a human, and his very presence felt predatory and intimidating.

Putting on his best merchant's smile Bell cleared his throat and spoke in a clear voice, "Just about to, but if you're looking for something in particular then I can keep the stall up for just a bit longer."

The man's deep green eyes stared directly into the pooka's own brown. He snorted and crossed his arms, "Heard you tiny ones do anything for a bit of Valentine coin?"

Both of his ears were raised on high and he began pacing before his stall, paws moving every which way as he spoke rapidly, "Now, now, now, what would you desire from my humble self in this stall? You can see that I have a varied stock! Perhaps you would like some sort of magical trinket? But of course a big man like yourself in heavy plate perhaps desires something sharp? A sword? An axe maybe? A halberd or perhaps a longbow, with arms like those you could pull a bow made of steel I'm sure!"

The man only snorted, a smirk crossing his features as he approached the stall to look for himself, ignoring the pooka's frantic display and sugared words, "Didn't come here for product, got a good bit of steel at my side, and magical trinkets are dangerous sorts. No, I'm not sure I see something that I want here."

Hope that had been blazing inside of Bell suddenly began to be replaced with a turning and bubbling bit of fear and desperation, "W-why sir. I'm sure there is something. Fruit? Those coins are very important to my people you see, so I'm willing to part with anything for even a few."

Suddenly the man pulled a pouch from his belt, his gloved fingers reaching in and pulling out a shimmering Valentinian coin, a beautiful thing that had Bell's eyes twinkling, and his mouth shut in awe, "Just the one coin though." Said the man with that smirk stuck on his lips.

Bell took a moment to digest this. It was only one coin that the man had, but one coin of his old kingdom, and one step closer to restoring their previous forms. Mouth suddenly very dry he asked, a paw outstretched towards his stall, "And what would you ask of me for one single coin?"

The human laughed, his hand dropping the coin back into his pouch before he secured it on his belt. He could see the desperation in the pooka's eyes, the desire to so badly take the coin. At the moment the human knew that the pooka would sell him everything in that little stall, but no, the human had a different desire, a desire he spoke without shame, "I'd like to fuck a pooka. Curious about how a tight hole would feel on the cock. Course, if one coin is too little for your body, I could search elsewhere."

Bell felt his heart shatter for one moment. He had figured dressing as a female and flaunting about as such would eventually attract a pervert with some actual Valentinian coin, and so now that he was faced with such a situation he would have to make a choice. Clearing his throat and ringing his paws together he spoke nervously, "C-certainly one coin is enough...I ah, I do hope you realize I'm a boy though."

The man without pause shrugged and responded, "A hole is a hole, besides, ass is tighter ain't it?"

Bell felt a shiver trail up his spine at this. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea, but a coin, he had the opportunity to get one of those coins that he and his people so needed. With a gulp the pooka took a breath and nodded to the man, ears drooping. As the pair walked off to the inn, the sun set and darkness overtook the sky. Bell didn't care what happened to his stall, what happened to his body, so long as he got that single coin.

Inside the inn it was dimly lit with candle light, the owner of the inn simply nodding to them as they passed along the wooden boards and up the stairs to where they would find his buyer's room. At this point Bell felt his heart thump ever so quickly, he wasn't sure whether or not the adrenaline urging him on was brought upon by fear, or the desperate hope and determination to finally make a gain. Either way he would be kissing his virginity goodbye, and though he'd thought of this situation many times before, he was still nervous.

Finally in front of the room the man opened the door slowly with a creak, Bell stepping in to look around. Nothing special about the room, oil lamp on the wall, well kept bed with white covers, a wine stain here and there. As bell turned he heard the door close, saw the man step past him, armor being unhooked and shed upon the ground carelessly. His eyes followed the man, the human who had bought him and was now stripping fully before him.

Bell's eyes grew wide as he saw the man's lightly bronzed body. Fully stripped now the man was a bulk of muscle, broad shoulders not needing the plate of the armor to impress, and he had a set of scars along his front, some claw marks and others he wasn't sure. Eyes trailing down he saw the human's piece, not even fully erect and yet large to the pooka. His ears raised high and his cheeks felt like there were going to burn off. At this point his fur was puffing visibly, the human only chuckled in response. The man spoke in a low tone reaching to cup Bell's cheek gingerly, "You starin'? Curious? Or just scared?"

Bell replied, shaking against the human's strong but gentle touch, "I...Bit of both..."

The pooka was taken by surprise as the human leaned low to capture his lips, the human's tongue pushing inside without Bell's permission, the pooka's eyes half-lidded now as a strange warmth overtook his fear. For a moment they stayed their, tongues coiled against one another's, mouths locked in a hungry kiss before finally the man pulled away to stand upright. Bell was speechless. His heart had stopped for that singular moment and his entire body was shaking. Beneath his apron he felt a shameful erection began to sprout, a bud upon the front of his clothing that the human would surely notice.

Before Bell could react the human moved to sit upon the bed, legs spread just a bit, his cock standing tall now, firm, erect and occasionally twitching. Bell froze, eyes stuck upon the human's erect cock. The thing was huge compared to anything he had ever seen, or heard of. Before long the human cleared his throat, Bell looking up with a start to see the human's hand motion to bring him closer. Bell followed that beckoning hand, eyes still stuck upon the man's cock. As he stepped between the human's legs, he was stopped by the man's hand upon his head, firm fingers looping through his hair, tugging his face close to the human's cock.

Bell yelped, his twitching nose now planted firmly against the human's cock. He heard the human's voice then echo out in the room, "Go on, get your tongue on it...Work for the coin."

The pooka shut his eyes, shuddering as he stripped free from the apron that covered his body, along with the pink ribbon to reveal the crest of white fur that trailed down to his stomach. He would rather not get his clothes dirty. Leaning back in he pressed his mouth against the warmth of the man's cock, tongue flicking out slowly to taste, moving then down all the way to the human's balls, his own soft paw moving to grip at the human's shaft as he licked at the balls. The scent, the act, the heat of the moment had his head swimming. He couldn't very much tell if he was enjoying doing this, or if the shaking throughout his body came from fear. Bell's own firm member told that he was perhaps enjoying the act a bit too much.

As he worked the man's cock with both paw and mouth, the human groaned out and gripped through his hair. At this point he wondered what the human's name was, perhaps that didn't matter, perhaps it would be best if he simply concentrate on the task at hand. It was a one night stand, his virginity and dignity for a single coin. He wouldn't want to see the human after this, even if he enjoyed it.

Tongue dragged up to the tip of the human's cock, his eyes widened just a bit in surprise as his taste buds caught the flavor of thick bitter and salty pre. Suckling upon the tip, his tongue worked in little curious circles, tasting more and more drops of pre with every single pass over the smooth tip. Before long the human seemed to grow tired of the meager attention, choosing instead to grip the pooka's ears and shove his head, forcing that thick thing into Bell's mouth.

Bell's eyes watered at this, a muffled yelp sounding off as that thick, hot cock was shoved deep inside of his mouth, his tongue pushed up against the bottom of the shaft as soon enough he felt the human's cock push against his throat. He gagged and shut his eyes tight, allowing the human to use his mouth like a cock sleeve, bearing with it as the human pulling him back and forth, shaky hips thrusting to the pooka's mouth, balls slapping against the small rabbit like creature's chin.

Bell could feel the human's cock throbbing inside of his mouth, twitching and dripping with more pre. He wondered when it would end, when the human would let him breath fully again, but as his thoughts wandered, his mouth was filled with thick liquid that was far too hot to believe it could come from a human. His eyes widened and he whimpered just a bit, his ears falling again as he felt a torrential amount of cum pour down his throat, his tongue not saved from the taste of it. When the human finished forcing him to swallow all of it, he eased up on Bell, allowing the pooka to step back and breath deeply.

The break didn't last long. Bell was again seized by the ears and brought up in the air and bent over the bed. The pooka yelped and squirmed in the human's grasp, but a strong hand on his shoulder was all that was needed to keep him still. Bell turned his head just in time to see and feel the human gripping and feeling over the pooka's supple rear. Bell shivered at the groping hand before suddenly gasping, a loud crack sounding off as his rear was assaulted by an open palm. The human slapped at his rear again and again until pink showed through his light blue fur, again his own eyes watering as he felt the sting of pain along with distant pleasure accompanied by shame.

How could he enjoy such a thing, the human was abusing his rear cheeks with those thunderous slaps and he was certain to feel it for days to come, and yet the hold that kept him still, the way the human occasionally leaned down to bite at his ear had him aroused beyond reason. His own breath was ragged and his cock rubbed raw against the soft sheets of the bed, his meager member twitching and dripping with pre, staining the sheets surely.

When finally the spanking ended, panted, turning his head again to see that the human was gripping onto his rump with both hands, thumbs spreading his cheeks to reveal his puckered hole. The human knelt and moved quickly, mouth planting a kiss upon the pooka's tight hole, tongue flicking out to trail against the hole. Bell yelped out and squirmed, groaning out as the human's tongue dug into his rear, twisting and turning, making his insides nice and slick for what was to come.

Bell had not expected this kind of soft touch to happen so soon after his rear had been struck so firmly. Now he found himself moaning and purring despite the still stinging sensation upon his rear. He hadn't thought the human a soft sort, and yet that tongue moved so gently against and inside of his rear, soothing the pain and replacing it slowly with a pleasure that he wanted more of. His hips were now working against the bed, absentmindedly grinding his cock against the sheets as he received the human's love and kindness.

When the human stopped Bell was shaking from the pleasure of it all. His ears suddenly twitching and rising to attention as he felt something thick and meaty slap against his rump. Gripping at the sheets he shut his eyes tight knowing what that thick thing was, what it meant. Soon enough he felt the tip of the human's cock brush against his tight pucker, pushing and pressing, the human's hand gripping at his cock to keep it steady while he pushed again and again until finally the tip began to enter. A single eye cracked open from Bell and he bit firmly into the sheets, his tight rear screaming in protest as he was stretched wide by the human's cock.

Behind him he could hear the human grunting, the human groaning as more of that thick cock was stuffed inside of the pooka's hole. When at least half of that thick shaft was inside of Bell, the man suddenly thrust deep inside with little mercy. The pooka gasping out, his eyes fluttering, his entire being filled by that cock. It felt as though his stomach were bulging just a bit from the girth of the human inside of him, and for some reason he wanted more. The pain and pleasure intermingled in the strangest of ways, and at the same time the pain was being washed away by the thought of his reward, the coin.

Bell now tried to move his hips to pleasure the human, gasping and groaning out as his rear was used, the human's hips working that thick thing deeper inside before pulling out only to slam back in. With each thrust the bed creaked and Bell jolted, the human's strength growing further and further until the man was using all of his might to pound into the tight ass of the pooka.

Bell could hear the man whispering terrible things to his ears, terrible things that only caused his own cock to twitch and respond with desire, "Little slut rabbit probably loves this...You take it all the time don't you?" the human would say while grunting and groaning. Bell could only whimper and gasp out, unable to say a single word against the human.

Again he felt the human's cock throb and swell just a bit, his stretched insides tasting hot drops of pre from the tip of the human's member. Bell could feel the fact the man would cum soon, and he made no mention, no ask that the human pull out, instead his hips worked desperately to work the human's cock. He so badly wanted to pump that thick thing inside of his rear, to be bred like the whore he was, like the girl he dressed as.

Suddenly he felt his insides being filled with a great amount of seed, slick and wet slaps sounding off as the human continued to thrust in while he came. Bell's toes curled, his lips parted to moan, his own cock twitching and spurting out a weak orgasm compared to the flood that was being let loose from the human's cock inside of his rear. He panted and shut his eyes, shivering and shaking upon the bed now as the human grunted, thrusting to the very end of his orgasm.

When the man finally pulled out he felt hands upon his rear, his gaping hole twitching and dripping thick seed. Bell could hear the human chuckling in satisfaction. Just when he thought it was over the human turned him over, Bell's eyes wide as he faced the human who was still hard, the human who was now placing his still firm cock against the pooka's sloppy abused hole.

The man gripped at his feet and pushed inside of his used hole with a wet slap as the human's balls slapped against the pooka's cotton tail. Bell gasped out and groaned, his body shivering as his slick insides were pumped again full of that thick cock that had so devastated him. His eyes were half shut and he turned away as to not face the human, but the man gripping at his chin, forcing him to look, forcing him to stare into the human's eyes as Bell's lips were taking firmly by the human's hungry mouth. Their tongues twisted and twined there as Bell was fucked again, shame welling up even further inside of Bell.

The grunting man atop of him didn't even slow down, not even through their loving kiss. Every thrust sounded off a wet squish, their mouth's opening only to catch their breath before meeting again. Bell's eyes were glazed over and he wasn't sure he could keep up the pace any longer. Soon enough he would pass out if the human did not give him some break, and yet it seemed that the man atop of him only thrust faster as if spurred on by the thought of fucking the poor pooka to sleep.

Just as he felt his eyes growing heavy the human pulled out and placed a foot on the bed to bring himself over the pooka, cock poised over Bell's body, Bell's mouth opening wide to gasp in air just as thick cum shot out of the human's cock. The pooka caught some of the seed in his mouth, but the rest had been aimed at staining his entire body and face, the thick substance flying in three spurts all over him. Bell shut his eyes, shivering as he felt the warmth sift through his fur and eventually touch his flesh underneath.

Bell tried to open his eyes, but found that they were too heavy, that his body felt far too heavy to move. He felt his world darkening for a moment, the only thing he could hear, the human's grunts and chuckles. Sleep overtook the pooka even though he so desperately wished to wake up to see if the human had paid him properly. Even before he had fallen asleep he had whispered, "The coin."

The pooka awoke with a start, his eyes darting from side to side, his ears raised high. First he noticed that the human was gone, armor and all, second he noticed that he was incredibly sticky and oh so cold. Sighing he gripping at his own shoulders rubbing them while shivering. For a moment he thought the human had tricked him, until he noticed something upon his thigh. Eyes widening the digits of his paw gripped and lifted up a small coin that felt so very heavy in his hold. A Valentinian coin just as promised. It was a precious thing, something that he would treasure until the fated day where all pooka would be returned to their original form. Sighing he laid back upon the bed, shutting his eyes while trying to think of a way to sneak out of the inn to wash up. He was positively filthy, and yet with a quivering thought he wondered how it would feel to have two humans taking their turns with him, how filthy would he be then? Shaking his head he pushed the thought from his mind. Still, he had managed to get a coin from selling his body, perhaps he would make it a special of his stall. Weary travelers rest their cocks inside of the willing pooka, if only for just one Valentinian coin, or a small fortune. With a small smile he sat up, stretching just a bit. All in all it was worth it, and perhaps he enjoyed it just a bit.