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Hey again! Sorry for disappearing for so long again, things have been a special kind of nightmare lately. But on that note, I have a new holiday one-shot! It's a lot, uh, meaner, crueler, and such than the others here, but that seems fitting for Halloween, right? More outright smuttiness than story too, kinda wanted to to get something like that out to get the creative... hrm... juices flowing. Also, I know Halloween was yesterday, but I got it uploaded within 24 hours, so I say count it!

Anyway, back to work on other series, October and Malamute-one ideally. We'll see how it goes! And definitely not such a long wait, heh.

As always, I hope you enjoy it, and thanks for reading!

Proofread by SkyWing

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Giving his red, plastic cup a gentle swirl, Leon stood alone near the wall, grinning as he stared out into the crowded party. He slowly scanned from one side of the room to the other, checking out each of the costumed revelers, looking for any that might make for an easy, yet still worthwhile lay. And there were so many excellent options spread out before him. He made a kissy face at a raven dressed as an undertaker, awkwardly standing in a far corner. Leon grinned hard, enjoying the nervous bird's mild blush.

Being a tall, well-muscled, ravishingly handsome kangaroo, Leon rarely had trouble getting some tail at the average college party, but there was something special about the Halloween-themed ones. That mix of free shitty beer, free shitty candy, and sexy, body accentuating costumes brought out the kinky fuckers. The ones more than happy to spend a full night doing some fun, kinky shit, then never talk to you again.

A few nights earlier, he had gone to a different Halloween party a local frat threw, and after several drinks, wound up bringing home a ram, who was wrapped up head to hoof as a mummy. Leon felt a throbbing pulse in his boxers as he thought back upon using the twinkish caprine's own costume to hogtie him, binding his wrists to his ankles with gauze, then fucking him in every way possible for the rest of the evening. He figured that lucky ram probably had to walk funny for the next few days after taking the entirety of his tapered, nine-inch pride and joy over and over again.

Crossing his thighs, Leon turned to the side, hiding the bulge showing through his costume's crotch. As he had with the previous party, he wore the same full-body rabbit costume, the fuzzy, tan fabric tightly stretched over his own similarly-colored fur, showing off the fine detail of his muscle definition. As much as he loved how the too-small suit displayed his body, he did have to be careful to not display TOO much.

At least not until later.

The bunny-suit's open-faced hood was, by contrast, nice and loose, the tall, upright rabbit ears having plenty of room to accommodate his real ones. Similarly comfy, the rear had a hole conveniently large enough for his thick, powerful tail to stick through without any discomfort. Though the same couldn't be said for the giant puffball of cotton alligator-clipped to his tail tip, or his fake buck teeth and whiskers, they were worth it for the overall effect.

He hadn't even bothered trying on the cartoonishly-oversized costume feet, since his own natural ones were more than similar enough to a real rabbit's to sell the look convincingly. Opting to remain barefoot, he had only a stirrup of fabric from the bottoms of the costume legs to cover his arches.

It was a sin, covering those glorious appendages of his anyhow. They, alone, had scored him more than a few hookups over the years. That ram in particular was all too glad to lick between each of his toes, one by one, over and over and over again. He almost regretted not exchanging numbers with the subservient caprine, but he wasn't at all interested in a long term deal. Not yet, he needed something better if he were to consider a longer-term thing. Something... different...

Gazing across the noisy, crowded room, he happened to catch eyes with a rabbit, who immediately halted his conversation with a black-furred housecat dressed as a fireman. A real rabbit, complete with tall, thin ears, a rapidly twitching pink nose, and a coat of pure white fur, save for a black triangle over his left eye. The rabbit seemed almost paralyzed as they stared at one another for what felt like a solid minute.

Leon's eyebrow rose as the rabbit abruptly silenced his companion with a flippant wave, then began to walk over, effortlessly shoving through the crowd as the dejected feline watched on in confused awe. The fact that his rabbit costume happened to lure in a real one - especially such a perfectly comely one - had essentially cemented its reputation as a lucky charm in his mind. The short, svelte lapine was just his type, and if the blatant bedroom eyes were any indication, no attempt at seduction was going to be required.

His crotch throbbed again, all the blood rushing from his brain to his cock as he pictured the things he was going to do to the pirate-bun's ass. Maybe stick the toy cutlass' hilt up there while fucking his throat.

Fuck, he loved Halloween.

Taking a nonchalant swig of beer, he put on his most seductively confident expression, puffing his chest out to show off his muscles. The rabbit walked right up to him and stopped a couple feet away, placing his fists on his hips.

"Like what you see?" Leon said, offering his new companion a wink.

Slowly, the rabbit looked up and down costumed-kangaroo's body. "Just... taking it all in," he replied, fixating on the giant buck teeth and whiskers. "Never thought I'd see someone dressed like... this..." His expression darkened slightly as he spoke, lowering his eyes to slits.

Leon chuckled. "Yeah, well, I got big feet like you guys," he said, holding a leg up and wiggling his toes, "so it wasn't hard to put together. Even got a cottontail like you!" He brought his tail around, waving the giant ball of cotton at the tip in the rabbit's face. Wearing a deeply confident smile, he leaned back against the wall, spread his legs to show his bulge, and wiggled his eyebrows. "We rabbits are made of sexy, aren't we?"

Letting out a long, slow breath, the rabbit crossed his arms over his chest as he thumped his foot. "Right... Right... Well, if you want to know what I really think, you're a-"

"So, bunny butt," Leon said, obliviously interrupting the rabbit, "how about we cut the chit-chat and go somewhere to have a little fun?" The rabbit raised an eyebrow, taken a bit off-guard by the blunt suggestion. "I got a nice, meaty carrot with your name on it, and everyone knows a bunny can't say no to a carrot."

The rabbit's eyes went wide, his mouth opening as if to say something. For several seconds, he held perfectly still, then gradually gave the kangaroo's costumed form another look up and down. "...Yeah, okay..." he eventually said, nodding his acceptance.

"Really?" Leon blinked. The costume made things easy, yes, but he was almost disappointed the chase was over so fast this time, wondering to himself if he should've held back on the carrot line for later. Already getting rock hard, he easily shook it off, delighted by any win, no matter how easy. His thickening cock pulsed, pressing against his costume, more than eager to plow some bunny buns.

"There's a motel nearby," the rabbit said, turning around, walking straight to the front door. "I'll pay, you're driving."

Taking off after him, Leon slowed only flip off the jealously glaring feline from whom he'd poached his latest conquest. Once he caught up to the rabbit, matching his brisk speed, he said, "Oh, the name's Leon, by the way."

"Does it matter?"

"It will when you need something to scream." Snickering to himself, preoccupied by fishing his keys out of a hastily stitched pocket, Leon missed the flash of a sneer cross his companion's muzzle.

"Riley," the rabbit plainly stated, saying nothing more as they got into the kangaroo's car and went on their way.

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"What do you think?" Leon said, flexing his muscles, posing his freshly bare body. He slid his hand down to his crotch, placing the root of his half-hard cock in-between his middle and index fingers. With a thrust of his hips, he wagged his curved, tapered shaft at the disrobing rabbit. "Better as a skinned rabbit, right?"

"Just shut up and get on the bed," Riley replied, hiding a roll of his eyes as he kicked his pants off his lengthy foot. Unlike the kangaroo, he had a sheath hiding his cock, which currently showed no sign of arousal. His body below his neck was covered in random tan and black splotches similar to the triangle over his eye, giving his slender frame an appealing calico appearance. "On your back, ass on the edge."

"Ooh, little guy taking charge, I like it!" Grinning, Leon sped over to the chintzy motel bed, lying atop it as ordered. Placing his hands atop his thighs, he spread his legs, his cock nearly at its full nine-inch length. "Just remember, my butt's off limits, alright?"

Through his annoyance, Riley showed a bit of a smirk of his own. "Right. Off limits. Got it." Sauntering up to bed as well, he knelt between the kangaroo's legs, cupping a hand under the dangling testicles. Holding the fat, heavy orbs up, he gave them a gentle bounce, getting a feel both for their weight, and for how far the sack would be able to stretch.

Leon moaned at the rabbit's touch, dragging his toeclaws through the carpet, driven wild with anticipation.

"You're a low-hanger, that's good," Riley said, massaging the testicles while lightly squeezing the sack up to its base.

"Yeah, you like'em big, don't ya, bunny," Leon said, grinning down at the rabbit. "Why don't you give'em a kiss."

"I'll get to that." Utterly ignoring the request, the rabbit moved up to the throbbing cock, holding his thumb and forefinger from the root to the tip. "What are you, about eight inches?"

"Nine." Leon gave a proud nod. "What's the matter, afraid you can't handle me?"

"No. Curious."

"Ok, so why-OH!" Leon's whole body seized up, his toes and fingers clenching as the rabbit abruptly sprang forward, effortlessly swallowing his entire length to the root. Bucking his hips, Leon tried to grab hold of the rabbit's white headfur, getting his hand slapped away before he could. A stern glare from the lapine swallowing his cock screamed that he should lay off. After that demonstration of skill, he was happy to comply. Sighing, he rested back, enjoying the warm, wet throat flexing around his shaft.

Without needing any time to adjust, Riley immediately set about bobbing his head up and down the kangaroo's cock. Sucking until he pulled off up to the pointed tip, he then thrust back down to kiss the root, starting the process all over again. He set a steady pace, not too slow, not too fast, repeatedly gulping down the tapered marsupial prick while continuing to massage the fat, girthy nuts hanging below.

As much as the kangaroo was enjoying himself, Riley himself was a bit bored. He'd been spoiled of late, and a simple vanilla fuck didn't do much to entice him. Not to mention, despite the kangaroo's bloviating, he was barely average compared to what he'd gotten used to handling. On the plus side, the twitching length had a good taste, strong and musky. With those balls, he'd be perfect for-

"Yeah, suck on my carrot," Leon said, letting out a delighted sigh. "Ow. OW!" Clutching handfuls of the ratty motel sheets, he abruptly shot upright, glaring down at the rabbit. "Dude! Watch your fuckin' teeth!"

Pulling off the kangaroo's shaft, letting a thick trail of saliva remain, connecting his lip to the cock tip, Riley feigned a concerned expression. "Sorry, slipped."

"Fuck, dude, you gotta be careful with those fuckin' buck teeth, alright?" Checking the base of his prick, Riley was relieved to see the skin hadn't been broken. "Maybe get a mouthguard or something."

"I know how to give a blowjob."

"And I would've agreed until you fuckin' bit me!"

Calmly exhaling, Riley wiped his lip and stood. His face totally neutral and bemused, he gave the kangaroo's chest a shove, knocking him onto his back. Saying nothing more, he knelt on the edge of the bed, straddling the marsupial, and crawled forward until they were muzzle to muzzle. He then lifted himself upright, pressing his rear against the kangaroo's prick, hot-dogging the flagging flesh between his ass-cheeks. While his sheath barely showed a hint of pink peeking through, the kangaroo was almost immediately rock hard once again.

"Mmm, yeah, that feels awesome," Leon said, planting his elongated footpaws on the floor to idly thrust alongside the rabbit. "You gonna, uh, need lube?"

"For you?" Riley had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "No, saliva's good enough." Illustrating his point, he brought his rear up until the cock-tip was right under his tail, then sat back, easily taking the first several inches under his tail.

"Fuuuuuuuck, dude, keep going," Leon said, his heart racing as the talented rabbit's tunnel engulfed his cock, crushing down around it, engulfing it bit by bit. As with the blowjob, he made an attempt to grab the rabbit's rear, pulling him the rest of the way down, when he was stopped by a pair of hands smacking them away.

Leaning forward, pinning the kangaroo's arms down by their elbows, Riley silently snarled and immediately began pounding his rear against his partner's crotch. With just a few fierce humps downward, he had successfully taken the entire length, his flexing, pink tailhole having little difficulty stretching to fit the two-inch wide base. Not bothering to give the moaning kangaroo a chance to adjust, he used his powerful leg muscles to pull off the cock, back up to its tip, then slammed back down, slapping their hips together. Moving at a rapid pace, he repeated the process over and over, rhythmically clenching his tailhole to milk his the kangaroo for everything he had.

Leon soon gave up trying to thrust back against the fierce onslaught, simply bracing himself against the floor while gyrating his hips. The rabbit was absolutely incredible. He had built up an excellent stamina after so many conquests, and it hardly seemed to matter. In such a short time, he was already right up to the edge of climax. Grinning, he closed his eyes, assuming the rabbit must be as well.

Sighing as he pumped his hips, Riley was, at best, half-hard. His six-inches were mostly out of his sheath, the stimulation to his prostate being nice, yet still nowhere near what he wanted. He angled himself downward, stimulating his cock with the kangaroo's soft, silky bellyfur, finding some degree of pleasure there. Looking down at his blissed-out partner's face, he licked his lips, picturing the smug asshole tightly bound, kneeling at his feet, worshiping his cock, drinking down his piss and thanking him for the treat. Spurred onward by his fantasy, he was soon fully erect, same as the oblivious kangaroo, rapidly closing in on a welcome orgasm.

"Almost there, almost there," Leon repeated, panting heavily as the lapine rode him past the point of coherent thought. "Almooooooooooost yeeeeeeeeeessssss," he added. Fading into incoherent babble, he tossed his head back, giving his hips several hard thrusts upward. Balling his hands into fists, his face twitched as he was struck by a tremendous orgasm, pumping multiple thick spurts of jizz straight up the welcoming bunny-hole. Once his peak had passed completely, he collapsed back against the sheets, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure washing over him, quickly morphing into a heavenly afterglow.

This was something different, his first time being power-bottomed, and it was beyond wonderful. For the first time, he genuinely considered breaking his rule and asking for the rabbit's number. As long as the rest of the night continued to be this good, that is.

Staying focused on his fantasies, Riley soon pushed himself over the edge as well, firing a thick shot of spooge all over the kangaroo's belly. Barely winded, he lifted his rear off the softening cock and crawled up to the bed's headboard. Grabbing onto the piece of chipped plywood, he looked over his shoulder at his exhausted partner. "Get up, second round. Now."

"Gimme a couple minutes," Leon said, using the sheet to wipe off his stomach. He had to admire the sight of his shaft, twitching, utterly soaked with cum.

"I said now."

"And I said I need a couple minutes."

"Are you kidding me? One go and you're already a limpdick? Fucking pathetic."

"Hey! Lay off! I just need to rest a bit! We can't all be brainless fuck machines like you guys!"

Riley snarled and hiked his tail up higher, showing his cum-smeared hole. "I'm not interested in waiting, so either get back in here or get the fuck out."

"And I said I'll be happy to!" Leon said, sitting upright, lowering his voice to a growl even as he was distracted by the bunny's plump, curvy rear. "After a few minutes. That doesn't sound like a whole lot to ask."

"Get out," Riley said, turning around and hopping off the bed. "We're done." Gathering up the discarded rabbit costume and gear, making sure to 'accidentally' snap the fake, plastic buck teeth under his thumb, he shoved the bundle into the stunned kangaroo's arms. "Get dressed and get the fuck out."

Leon sneered at the rabbit, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fine, psycho. Whatever," he grumbled. Pulling the costume up to his waist, slipping his feet out the bottom, into the stirrups, he stood up stomping for the door. He angrily tossed the door open, stormed out, shouted "Just so you know, you were a terrible lay," and slammed the door, shaking the wall.

Holding his indignant posture until the stomps faded, Riley grabbed his phone from his pants, then hopped onto the bed. With a couple taps, he pulled up the messenger, rapidly tapping out a text to his waiting friend.

RileyHoppin: hey, we're done, he's coming, you ready?BradTheBard: yeh. found the car you left the tracker in. got the brake rigged. rainer's pissed we're not grabbing his ex like we plannedRH: whatever, someone else can get the cat next time. i stand by my decision.BTB: yeh, i saw that fuckin costume. those teeth, right?RH: seriously. wait till i tell ya the shit he was sayinBTB: oh, can't wait. good fuck at least?RH: meh. needs stamina training. cage'll help. butt virgin too, that's somethingBTB: heheh, niceBTB: ah, here he comes, see ya laterRH: later

Closing the chat, he rested back against the headboard, spreading his legs. Simply thinking about the fate awaiting the kangaroo had gotten him completely stiff once more. That desperation to continue hadn't been feigned in order to chase the kangaroo out. He could absolutely go for a second nutting.

Without a ready partner, he settled for flipping through a few saved images while grasping hold of his prick in a tight fist. He flipped past a picture of a wolf in a bitchsuit, then one with a pair of falcons bound in a 69 while their asses got fucked, then one of a weasel tied up in a tiled room, piss overflowing out of his ring gag. Eventually, he settled on an image of a red fox in a maid outfit, one he particularly enjoyed playing with back at the club.

The fox in the pic was wearing a full, old-school french maid costume, frills and all, as well as a pair of latex mitts around his hands. Brad, a tall, tan-furred rabbit, was standing next to him, holding up the fox's skirt, smirking as he pointed at the revealed, fully erect, four-inch cock. On top of a pair of connected rings, one behind his knot, and another at the base of his nutsack, the fox's bright-red, pointed tip showed the end of a thick sounding rod poking free from his urethra. A bit of leaking jizz dripped down his tip, and his eyes were tearing up, both evidence of a painfully blocked orgasm having being milked out of him.

Riley remembered the way the fox, despite the giant, black ball-gag crammed in his maw, was begging not to cum. Every time he issued a complaint, Brad jacked him off faster, or added another finger to the prostate massage he had going on. Keeping the sight of the tormented vulpine fresh in his mind - a douchebag predator, formerly Brad's domineering boss, reduced to a mewling slave, trembling through so many ruined orgasms - Riley began to jerk himself off in earnest. He raised his rump off the bed, panting as he fucked his fist, moving even faster than when he fucked himself on the kangaroo. Uninterested in lasting longer than was needed, he let himself go, groaning with joy as he fired a second fat strand of cum straight up, then splattering back down on the sheets.

Sighing happily, he flopped back on the sheets and turned off his phone. Though he briefly considered going for a third, he decided it was best time to get moving. Brad and Rainer were probably done with their part, and they weren't going to wait for him forever.

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Muttering, trembling with rage as he approached his car, Leon clumsily fished his keys out of his pocket. He couldn't believe he nearly considered getting closer to that psycho asshole. Flies off the handle because, what, he needed a little break between fucks? Greedy little bitch didn't know how good he could've had it.

After finding his key fob, he crunched the unlock button, threw the door open and jumped inside, landing heavily in the seat. If the rabbit wanted to be a stuck up snot, that was his own problem. It was still early in the evening, he had time to get back to the party and find someone grateful for the chance to service his dick. Beg for it, even.

Glancing downward, he wondered why the emergency brake was up. He grumbled, figuring the idiot rabbit had messed with his car for some idiot reason. Grasping the brake's handle, he made an involuntary yelp when an unexpected jolt of pain shot through his palm. He immediately let go, bringing his hand up to his face to see what was wrong, and was mystified by the sight of a small red dot near the base of his index finger. "What the hell," he mumbled, squinting at the tiny wound.

Leaning over, he checked the lever, not sure what to make of a small pin he found taped to its far side. As he went in for a closer look, a distinct dizziness washed over him, blurring his vision, making him feel totally uneasy. Rapidly, he lost the ability hold himself upright, falling over to the side, landing heavily on the passenger seat. Gawking up at the ceiling, his head abuzz with swirling colors, he swore he could make out of a pair of long-eared silhouettes looming over him before finally losing consciousness.

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Leon groaned as he began to wake, his mouth dry, his head throbbing, and his legs awkwardly bent and aching. Instinctively, he rolled onto his back, partially atop his tail, and attempted to stretch out his cramping legs. A sudden, immense agony pulsing through his testicles made him immediately pull them back in, the shock of which forced him to emit out a squealed shriek, which was garbled by something in his mouth. Filled with an increasing sense of wild panic, he opened his blurry eyes to check what was going on between his legs.

And, at least for the moment, confronted by the state of his cock, forcibly standing straight up from his crotch despite not being erect, he forgot all about his balls. From tip to root, his mighty shaft was encased within a conically-shaped cage, no longer than six inches long, made up of thin, welded metal bars. So far as he could tell, the bars were lined with little internal spikes, more irritating than outright painful, encouraging an erection that the too-small prison had little difficulty preventing. The metal itself was colored a bright vibrant orange, standing out just enough to be noticeable from the pink cockflesh press through the bars. A puff of forest green cotton lined the base, giving the whole thing the appearance of a...

A carrot... like he had called it in the vague, recent memories swirling through his head. Pushing past the thoroughly unsettling revelation, it was the lack of an obvious way to remove it that sent a shiver down his spine.

Craning his head down, past his... carrot... he could see the cage was held on by a snug ring around the top of his scrotum, similarly lacking any readily evident means of removal. Judging by the pair of stiff, barely stretchy cords running from that ring to cuffs locked around his ankles, that was why his wake-up stretch had been so unpleasant. The ankle-cuffs were chained together with barely any slack between them, the whole set-up forcing his heels to remain both close to his balls and to each other.

He loved kinky fucks, sure, but this was way outside even his comfort zone. The amount of drinks it would've taken to get him to agree to something like this should've killed him. Still unable to recall anything from the night before, he reached down to find some way to get rid of the gear. A grunt of surprise escaped his muzzle when he saw that a pair of fingerless black mitts had been locked on his wrists, forcing his hands into fists. In a similar fashion, he noticed that his mouth wasn't dry and his jaw didn't ache just from sleeping strangely; he was wearing a ring gag.

Growing increasingly worried, he looked around him to see if he could figure out what had happened, only vaguely recalling flashes of the presence of a calico rabbit. He blinked, working out his lingering grogginess, and was thoroughly confused by what appeared to be a flat wooden bush, standing in front of him, painted like something out of a cartoon. The area around him was littered by a few additional bushes, as well as a much taller, yet similarly fake tree. Behind the props, the curved cinder-block wall forming a wide arc around him was painted sky blue, with a white picket fence painted where it met the floor. A few stray flares of green were flecked here and there under the wood, seeming to represent grass.

And... the floor was made of wood, but painted that same shade of green. It was like he was on a... stage...

Pushing off the floor with a mitted hand, he squirmed, struggling to move his tail to roll over, grumbling as he found it was immobilized, strapped both to his waist and his gag. So far as he could tell, that thick, latex waist strap was the closest thing to clothing he had been allowed. Grunting, he gave the floor a powerful shove, rolling over atop his tail, landing on his other side.

As he landed on his other side, he gasped through his gag, met with the sight of what seemed like a hundred eyes - probably much more - staring his way. He was on a stage, alright, looking out into what appeared to be a nightclub, auditorium-style with raised levels, some of which had dinner tables while others were lined with seats.

The audience itself... he squinted, letting his eyes adjust to the bright stage lights shining directly in his face... the audience was made up entirely of... rabbits...

No, that wasn't right... The ones he could most easily recognize were rabbits. There were many others of a number of different species, they were just covered in so much latex gear, or other costuming, that it was difficult to discern tell who was what. On top of that, almost all of those unfortunate creatures were in the process of serving the rabbits, in one way or another, and most of them seemed extremely displeased by it.

Leon was beginning to realize that this wasn't merely the result of a kinky night gone weird. This was something far, far worse.

In the row nearest the stage, an arctic fox in an incredibly skimpy maid costume - completely lacking any cover over the chest - carried a tray of drinks to a table seated by a pair of gray rabbits. His paws covered in fingerless latex mittens - similar, yet more seemingly more flexible than Leon's own - he had to wait for the rabbits to take the glasses before letting go of the tray, letting it hang by a pair of chains clamped to his nipples. Placing his hands behind his back, the fox turned to leave when the leftmost rabbit said something inaudible, pointing downward. With an obedient nod, the fox crawled under the table, everything but his rear disappearing under the tablecloth, and raised his tail, displaying a puffy, pink, immensely well-traveled tailhole. A silver ring was visible around the base of his swollen, dangling testicles, and as he swayed his rump, a small silver cage encasing his sheath peeked out from behind them.

The next table over, a red-furred fox-maid was held up between a pair of rabbits, both of whom were sharing his tailhole, fucking him at a rapid, perfectly matched pace. This fox was whining through a large black ball-gag, his eyes rolled back into his head, gyrating his hips as his ass was double-stuffed, flapping his uncaged cock in the air.

Leon cringed, faintly able to make out a cock ring and a sounding rod adorning the short, knotted piece of fox meat, visibly dripping out an endless stream of cum. Throughout the auditorium, he could see more fox-maids of all over the place, each one some slight variation, some with trays, others with rags, dusters, and other cleaning supplies. While most wore ball-gags or ring-gags, a lucky few had completely free muzzles, and yet made no attempts to speak.

Of the ones whose crotches Leon could see, only two weren't caged in any fashion: the sounded, double-fucked red fox, and a skirtless silver fox, whose upright, fully erect eleven-inches was decorated with barbell piercings, top and bottom, from knot to tip. As the ball-gagged silver fox attempted to wipe down an empty table, a pantsless black-furred rabbit came up behind him, shoved him into a chair, and hopped onto his lap, immediately beginning to work the pierced, drippy shaft under his tail. The fox grunted and sat back, accepting his treatment, though his wagging tail betrayed some degree of pleasure.

Looking down toward the floor, Leon noticed a large group of what appeared to be wolves were crawling around on all fours, completely bound in latex so they had to walk on bent, padded limbs. Though their heads and tails were free of the bitchsuits, they all had ring-gags locked in their muzzles. All of the ones he could see were wearing solid silver chastity cages, though only a handful had odd funnels attached to their gags.

He briefly wondered what the purpose of the funnel was, up until a rabbit finished fucking a gray wolf, cumming deep inside his rump, then pulled out and hopped up to his mouth. Holding onto the funnel, chuckling as the bound wolf's eyes widened, the rabbit released a stream of piss straight into the hole. The wolf struggled to pull away, but hobbled as he was, couldn't do anything but gulp the stream of pungent liquid down as fast as he was able.

Shuddering, feeling bother terror and revulsion, Leon realized this was happening all throughout the auditorium, wolves acting as both hobbled fucktoys and mobile urinals for the rabbit patrons. Being so low to the ground, many were hidden by the walls separating the auditorium levels. Looking away, anywhere else he could, he fixated on the far left wall, which was lined with a set of beds and a... pen of some kind.

Within the pen's chain link fence, several felines - mostly housecats with a handful of cougars and bobcats here and there - wore pawlike mitts over their hands and feet, as well as thick collars around their necks. The ones with sheaths had the familiar solid cages locking them away, while the others had conical, gates-of-hells-styled sets of rings, keeping them mostly hard, but without enough room to fill out completely.

The chain link ceiling covering the top of the pen was low enough to keep the felines all down low, moving like their feral counterparts, though... many of them seemed to be doing so of their own volition. Those willing kitty-slaves were sitting along the front, grooming themselves, showing off their bodies to the line of rabbits waiting for a bed to open. Back against the wall, the rest were all ball-gagged, clearly less thrilled at the prospect of being picked.

Seeing a bed become available, a piebald rabbit picked out a cougar from the group cowering in back, getting a series of disappointed mews from the other felines waiting to play. The cougar shook his head, refusing to budge until the rabbit picked up his remote, giving him a powerful shock from his collar. Briefly seizing up, arching his back, then falling over to his side, the cougar quickly recovered and crawled back upright. Surrendering, he exited the gate held open by the rabbit, made his way to the lone unoccupied bed, then crawled aboard, belly-down.

The instant the cougar was flat against the mattress, the rabbit leaped atop him, parting the muscular ass-cheeks with his meaty cock, then proceeded to brutally fuck the yowling feline's rump. The cougar could do little more than kick his mitted footpaws against the sheets, gnawing on his ball-gag, his metal-ringed cock bent down, throbbing between his thighs.

On the next bed over, a gray-furred, lop-eared rabbit rested back against the headboard with a pair of white cats kneeling at his feet, gleefully licking the lengthy appendages from the heel to in-between the toes, then back down to start over again. The rabbit was moaning with ecstasy, jerking himself off as the felines worshiped his furry footpaws.

Every one of the other beds was similarly occupied, freeing up whenever a rabbit finished and returned his kitty to the pen, only to promptly be reoccupied by the next in line.

Looking over to the right wall, Leon didn't like what he saw there any better. A pair of tables held several weasels and a couple snakes, all bound in tight bundles, their natural flexibility used against them. Whether they were caged or not, he couldn't tell, as every single one was forced to suck on their own cock, immobilized in that stressful position - bent arms and legs by their sides - by a set of thick latex straps.

So far as he could tell, the weasels and snakes were mostly there as decoration, getting a bouquet of flowers or a candle shoved up their ass, then carted over to a table to act as the centerpiece for a fancy dinner. Mostly decoration, but not entirely. One of the table-weasels, after enduring a meal's worth of hot wax dripping down upon the underside of his scrotum, got his candle wrenched free by a freshly-sated brown rabbit, who then thrust his turgid shaft right inside the gaping hole. Hissing through his teeth at the residual heated wax kissing his own nutsack, he began fucking the bent weasel while another rabbit calmly sat beside them, continuing to eating his salad, thoroughly enjoying the show.

Next to the tables, taking up the rest of the right wall, there was something like a carnival game consisting of a trio of falcons, each crouched on a perch, scaly feet clutching the thick wooden rods. Each had a latex hood pulled over their heads, showing only their beaks, along with a latex strap pinning their feathered arms to their sides. Their beaks were lined with smooth metal, holding them open while smoothing the sharp edges, acting as a dental gag for the toothless avians. As with the overall theme of the place, they each had a metal wire cage locked around their cocks, under which a pair of pent-up testicles heavily dangled.

Oddly, the perches themselves were unusually high off the ground... higher than what would've made logical sense, given the other... exhibits...

The rabbits didn't seem to mind it, though, laughing amongst themselves as they threw tomatoes and whatever expired refuse they had available at their victims. When the rightmost bird took an onion directly to his testicles, he made a sound like a grunting squawk, falling backward off his perch. Before he could hit the ground, he was stopped by a set of chains connecting leather ankle-shackles to the perch, leaving him hanging upside-down, groaning in pain, his beak at what amounted to the average crotch-level for a rabbit. A bright-red butt-plug was also now readily visible above his tail feathers, lighting up, flashing red as it sent a series of painful shocks up his rump.

At the same time, the other two falcons were ejected from their perches, hanging upside-down behind him, though their own plugs remained silent. The rabbit that threw the onion - a silken, white-furred angola - was welcomed up to fuck the thrashing bird's throat, while two more lucky ones were selected to make use of the others. And once they were all said and done, feeding the birds with their spunk, everything was reset, their occupants put back on their perches to begin again.

Leon blanched, in a state of shock due to the roiling blend of orgy, carnival, and casual dining unfolding in front of him. It felt too real to be a dream, and yet, how could something like this possibly exist. Hundreds upon hundreds of lapine... slave owners?... with dozens of slaves? No longer desiring an explanation, the only thought left on his mind was escaping whatever hellscape he had found himself in.

Grunting from the stiffness of his joints, he pushed himself off the floor, rolling onto his feet so that he was upright in a low crouch. He gave his hips a startled jerk forward, feeling something smack against his rear. Looking over his shoulder, he was shocked to see the puffy, cotton tail from his costume hanging from the base of his tail, sitting on top of his ass-cheeks. But it wasn't clipped to his tail... it was clipped to a... a PIERCING!?! They pierced his tail while he was sleeping? This was serious. This was serious. He needed to get out NOW.

Leaning forward on his mitts, he took off for the nearest curtain at a slow, yet hurried pace, staying close to the floor, shuffling as much as his ankle-chains would allow without yanking on his balls.

He had only made it five awkward steps to freedom when a rabbit wearing a a t-shirt and gym shorts stepped into his path, smirking and tapping his foot. "Riii-reee?" Leon slurred, drooling a bit through his gag as a series of hazy memories flashed back into his head.

"Look who's awake just in time for his show," Riley said. The kangaroo just shook his head, realizing that he was unable to hear a thing. Understanding his latest acquisition's predicament, he reached down to the kangaroo's ears and yanked a couple of white, rubber plugs, tossing them over the edge of the stage.

Leon flinched, met with a brutal cacophony of slaps, whines, moans, muffled screams and pulsing music flooding his senses, immediately regretting his sense's return. Somehow, being able to match the sound of a howling lupine urinal-slave taking a pair of cocks up his tailhole to the actual sight made it so much more horrible to witness.

"Wha ish hish? Leh me oh," Leon said, sending flecks of spittle left and right.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that, but if you were asking what happened, I'll be happy to fill you in," Riley said, smiling ear to ear. "See, quite some time ago, a group of like-minded rabbits and I got pretty fed-up with our position in the world, looked down upon, bullied and abused by our former predators. They may not hunt us like in feral times, but they sure as shit still treat us like we're the bottom of the food chain." Pausing to let out a low growl, he composed himself and crossed his arms behind his back. "Anyhoo, those friends and I eventually realized that, hey, one-on-one, they're still stronger than us, but we have smarts, and we have numbers. So we founded this little club of ours, and started getting together to bring in any predator that chose to treat us like we were still nothing more than their prey. And, given that we're... how did you put it?... brainless fuck machines?... The best way to use our former predators was something of a given."

Unable to believe what he was hearing, Leon could only stare up at the rabbit in terrified awe. A small glob of saliva slipped down his bottom lip, splattering on the floor. His heart was thundering in his chest, drowning out the din of the club. This had to be some kind of joke... kangaroo's weren't predators! He'd been a vegan the last few months for crying out loud! If he could explain this was some kind of a misunderstanding, he could-

"I'm sure you'd like to know why you're here, hm?" Riley asked, breaking the kangaroo's train of thought. "You know how every piece of popular media featuring rabbits has to show us as crazy for carrots? Like all we want is carrots? How we'll do anything for carrots? How we'll fuck anything or anyone for a damn carrot? Well, you're here because I. HATE. THAT. STEREOTYPE." He clenched his fist, holding it so tight his whole arm shook. "Do you have any idea how irritating it is when something like that is rubbed in your face at every waking moment? Carrots everywhere, on every-fucking-thing! IN every fucking thing! They're inescapable! And somehow, the fact that the fucking stereotype is completely backwards to begin with makes it so much more GRATING!"

Reaching down between the kangaroo's legs, he tapped a claw to the middle of the orange-hued metal cone. "See, this part right here? The orange root? The thing we'd supposedly die for? This is garbage." He lightly jabbed his claw into the exposed cockflesh, earning a frightened yip from the kangaroo, then moved his hand lower, tapping at the green fuzz at the cage's base. "This part? The greens? Those aren't bad. And they can't get that simple bit right."

Sighing, Riley rested his chin on his knuckles. "Initially, back when I approached you at the party, I was just going to tell you off for your shitty costume, go back to my actual target, and leave it at that. But then you had to blurt out that carrot line and, hell, with everything else you had going on, even if you weren't a predator, I couldn't let bullshit like that go unpunished."

Leon fell back on his rump, stunned, yet trembling, shaken to his very core. This was because he made an innocent little carrot joke? What kind of psychopath was he dealing with?

"In any case," Riley continued, "You should be grateful. Not only did I give you real carrot to wag around, I'm also resurrecting one of our oldest games so you can play as a bunny all you like, along with all the fucking you could ever want. All that's left is your new face..." Bringing his hand out from behind his back, he showed the kangaroo a very large mass of floppy latex with two long protrusions at the top.

Before Leon could react, the rabbit lunged forward, pulling the latex over his muzzle and head while guiding each of his ears into one of the protrusions. Though he fought back as best as he was able to with his weakened limbs, ultimately, he could do little to even slow the assault. His clumsy, frantic swipes were easily avoided as his attacked stretched the latex to the back of his head, painfully tugging his fur along the way. After a few moments of fruitless struggles, Leon tensed up, hearing the sound of a zipper, followed by a small, ominous click.

What he could only presume was some kind of a bondage mask, similar to the varied ones he had seen on the other slaves, had just been locked in place. There was an opening for his mouth, nose, and ears, but his eyes were covered by the black latex, robbing him of his sight. He patted around his head, unable to feel a thing through his mitts, aside from that the protrusions holding his ears were far longer than they needed to be.

He froze. It was a rabbit hood. The rabbit just sealed his head in latex to make him look like... another rabbit? "Hwaf ha'nin?" he asked, his jaw now fully immobilized, only able to move his tongue. He didn't get a response, not that he expected one by that point.

After a few moments of waiting, he could make out some nearby muffled, shuffling footsteps, as well as what seemed like wood scraping on wood. Not wanting to find out what that all meant, he rolled onto his knees, blindly crawling for what he hoped was still the stage's staircase, whining along the way as his bindings tugged mercilessly on his already low-hanging balls. Adding to his misery, in that position, he found he was also yanking on the metal surrounding his cock, making it swell while forcing it to stay soft.

Riley was just as happy to watch the yelping kangaroo without intervening, since the idiot had gotten turned around and was fumbling along to the back wall. He was free to drag out a few additional wooden fence props, lining them up to form an outer boundary near the edge of the stage, so no one would be at risk of falling off. The props were short enough not to obscure anyone's view, while also matching the white picket fence aesthetic painted on the back wall.

As he worked, a white-furred rabbit joined him on stage, climbing up the stairs, followed by a silver wolf, a black cat, and a tan weasel, all three of the predators stuffed in tight latex bitchsuits, forced to walk on their padded elbows and knees. They lacked masks, having only ring-gags, and each had a silver cage locked on their cocks. The thing that set them apart from the group of urinal-slaves shuffling about was the addition of eight-inch long, knotted dildos encasing the cages. Each of the fake cocks glistened with lube as their wearers crawled through the fence and took their places on stage, kneeling upright with their bent arms up in a begging posture.

Once they were in position, Riley dragged the final fence border into place, sharing a laugh with the other rabbit as they watched the kangaroo crawl into the back wall and fall over.

"Yeah, I'll give this one to ya," the white rabbit said, "He looks like he'll be fun."

"Absolutely, Rainer," Riley said, patting his friend on the back, "don't worry, we'll get Cauly next time. He's not going anywhere. A pred cheats on one of us, he cheats on all of us."

"Right, right." Sighing, Rainer gave a small salute and hopped down off the stage, taking a seat back in the audience.

Offering a polite nod in return, Riley grabbed one last prop, a bell on a short stand, and stepped over the fence, placing it near one of the bushes, behind the three bitchsuited slaves.

Pleased to see that the kangaroo had righted himself, squatting to take the pressure off his balls, Riley turned to address the audience. "Alright, I'm sure you all remember how this game goes, so I'm gonna say the rules for our competitors' sakes," he said, gesturing toward the bound predators. "When I ring this bell, our three predators are going to hunt their prey, and the first one to get their knot inside him is the winner!"

Had Leon's eyes not been covered, he would have been gawking at the rabbit in fear-paralyzed awe. Predators? With knots? Putting them inside him? His ass-cheeks instinctively clenched as he processed what the rabbit had truly meant. Whatever the predators were, the 'game' was for them to rape his ass.

Blurting out a series of garbled, entirely futile protests, he tried his damnedest to lower his tail and protect his ass. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he failed to wrench the muscular appendage free of its straps. The useless bundle of cotton hanging from his new piercing was as close to a defense as he was going to get.

"Meanwhile," Riley continued, regaining the kangaroo's attention, "our wannabe rabbit here is going to try to ring the bell." He gave the bell a smack, ringing out a discordant jingle. "If he does before he's knotted, he wins! And of course, as always, the winner will be gifted with a night to relax alone in the spa. The other three will be left open for free play."

Leon perked up. He hated to play the game, but it didn't seem like he was being given a choice. If he refused to go after the bell, he's still have three 'predators' coming after his poor, innocent tailhole. Between losing his anal virginity and being left alone, having a chance to get the fuck out of here, there was nothing to debate. For now he'd get the bell and win, escape would follow shortly after, and then he could make certain every one of these monster was put behind bars where they belonged.

"Nooooooooow, begin!" After giving the bell a theatrical slap, sending another jingle reverberating through the room, he hopped over the fence, standing back to watch.

In an instant, the three predators took off, moving with an impressive amount of speed and skill despite being on all fours, walking on their padded joints. The wolf shouldered into the cat as he moved past, knocking him onto his back, uselessly flailing his bent limbs. Looking to his right, he then snarled back at the weasel, intimidating the mustelid into slowing his pace.

His whole body tensing at the sound of the bell, Leon couldn't bring himself to move until hearing the thundering steps of the approaching predators. Whatever they were, they were closing in fast. As far as he knew, they had just sicced feral wolves on him, and he wasn't especially interested in finding out if that was the case.

Leaning forward, propping himself up on his mitts, he began lurching forward, slowly taking a path he hoped would lead him around the approaching monsters on the way to the bell. He rapidly shuffled his feet, one after the other, stopping just shy of yanking the testicle chains, and as a result, made little headway escaping the oncoming thuds.

And one set was only a few feet away, ready to pounce. With a creak of latex and a grunting snarl, that predator made a leaped for him.

Leon knew he only had one option open to get away.

Taking in a sharp breath of air, refusing to let himself consider what he was about to do, he hopped forward several feet through the air, narrowly avoiding the lunging predator. At first, the pure fear-based adrenaline coursing through his veins deadened him to any pain, but as he sailed through the air, a wave of sheer agony wracking his testicles hit him all at once. The ankle-cords stretched a bit before going taut, not remotely enough to prevent his balls from being full-on yanked to the bottom of his overly-stretched sack. He barely noticed the additional tug on his cage, so overwhelmed by the dull sickness spreading throughout his gut. Without intending to, he reared his head back, emitting a baleful, piercing wail straight out from the bottom of his lungs. He barely managed to stay upright when he landed, absolutely sure he was going to get violently ill right then and there.

The wolf grunted, crashing clumsily into one of the wooden bushes after sailing past his target, missing by mere inches. He rolled several feet, then quickly scrambled back to all fours, snarling at the sight of the weasel about to take advantage of his blunder, now only a few feet away from his rightful prey. The cat, meanwhile, had successfully righted himself and was likewise closing in. Though unnerved by essentially being last in place, he charged right back in, desperate to claim victory for himself.

Equally unnerved by the two new sets of dull thuds approaching from different directions, Leon wasn't offered any chance of respite. If he wanted to get out of this, he needed to... to keep hopping. Biting down on his ring gag, he gave a much smaller hop forward, landing a couple feet ahead, letting out a shrill squeak along the way. It still hurt like hell, but that seemed to be the best balance between pain and movement he was going to get.

He hopped again, then again, and again, crying out each time, his eyes noticeably watering under his mask. At the total least, he was grateful that he was getting some distance from the - now three - sets of steps, one of them terrifyingly rapid and furious. The crowd grew from a quiet rumble to a deafening roar as the 'game' went on, some voices cheering on the predators, while many others mocked his agonizing, uncoordinated hopping, as well as the over-sized bundle of cotton bumping his cheeks whenever he landed.

With another leap forward, he... crashed into the wall, yelping as he dropped down onto his side. Burying the fresh bit of agony alongside the continuous ache to his junk, he rode his wave of adrenaline and got back to his feet, turning around to find the bell. He whimpered, slowly realizing he had lost track of the source of the initial ringing. Someone in the audience shouted it was right in front of him, and, at that point, he could only assume that was true.

Before he could make another hop, he was pounced upon by a warm, rubbery body, knocking him onto his knees. Though he fought to shake off the aggressor, a stumpy pair of forelimbs had him securely gripped by the shoulders. All he could do was crawl onward, whipping an arm around, praying that he was going to luck out and make contact with the bell. As he continued on, he yelped, feeling a cold, slimy probe poke between his cheeks. Redoubling his efforts, he was unaware he was swiping within a foot of freedom.

The weasel, having been the first of the predators to reach and pin their prey, knew he only had a precious few moments to get him knotted before the others caught up. Holding onto the faux-bunny's shoulders with nothing short of a death grip, he draped himself over the muscular tail and back and blindly humped away, hoping luck would guide his strap-on. After slapping his pelvis against the bunny tail multiple times, he heard a garbled wail from below, and knew outright he had hit his mark. Driven on by the panicked babbling and unintelligible begging from down below, he pistoned his hips, rapidly working his thin, well-lubed strap-on into the fiercely clenched tailhole, forcing his way inside right up until the knot was slapping against the rim.

Speeding along, the wolf made it to the rutting pair at the same time as the cat. Making use of his inertia, he once again shouldered his competitor aside, this time sending him barreling into the bell stand and the nearby tree prop.

Leon's ears twitched, hearing the bell clattering against the floor, disheartened that he had been so close, and now it was solidly beyond his reach. That was hardly even a present concern, as the mercifully lubed intruder stretching out his sphincter hurt too much for him to focus on much else. As much as he loved giving anal, he absolutely hated receiving, and it certainly wasn't for the lack of trying. He'd toying a few times in the past, fingering a number of times, experimenting to see if it might be something he liked.

It wasn't.

He was a top, and his ass was off limits.

Sickened, beyond fed up with the unwelcome violation to his rear, he changed his strategy, putting all his effort into rolling the predator off his back. He swung his arm up over his shoulder, slamming his mitted fist into something. From the ensuing cry and grunt, it could only be the predator's muzzle. And since the impact paused the pounding at his tunnel, he knew he found his last best hope.

Giving another swing over his shoulder, he was surprised to hit nothing but air. He swiveled his latex-clad ears behind him, picking up the sound of scuffling, followed by a pair of competing growls. Without warning, the strap-on was yanked from his rear, returning a welcome sense of emptiness, which in turn sent an unsettling throb pulsing inside his cage.

The wolf had his head buried under the weasel's armpit, using the leverage from his larger, broader frame to shove the skinny mustelid away. The weasel wasn't backing off quietly, grappling the wolf with his hobbled limbs even as his strap-on was wrenched out, pulling the two rivals onto their backs, side by side. In a flash, the wolf rolled on top of the weasel, snarling, pinning him down, inadvertently jousting with their fake cocks.

Ignoring all his conflicting instincts and emotions, Leon pulled himself in the direction of the fallen bell, making slow, yet steady, and, most importantly, unnoticed progress. He made a silent squeal of glee when his mitt his the bell stand, causing a slight jingle, barely audible over the snarls, grunts, and crashes happening from behind. Gloatingly raising a hand up high, he turned back to the grappling predators, hoping they'd be watching as he brought it down precisely where he had heard the jingling, winning the 'game' and getting the hell out of there.

Having recovered from the wolf's second hit, shaking off a few splintered pieces of wood from the broken tree, the cat gasped, seeing his target not only right in front of him, but also just about to end the game. Without missing a beat, he pounced, landing heavily atop the kangaroo, dropping his prey's chest straight to the floor. As he fell, the kangaroo's arm lashed out in a panic, accidentally smacking the bell stand several feet away. Gripping his prey with all four bent limbs, keeping his head low to avoid any reprisals, the cat gave a powerful thrust of his hips, burying his faux canine cock right between the vulnerable ass-cheeks. Making use of the weasel's progress, he quickly made his way in up to the knot, proceeding to batter the tightly clenched rim with a series of rapid thrusts.

Yelping at the new violation, Leon cursed himself for his inability to keep from grandstanding, wishing he had just hit the thing and been done with it. Still, he wasn't giving up yet. Using every ounce of strength he had left, he used his the traction from the mitts to pull himself forward, bit by bit, knowing that his new attacker was making an unwelcome amount of headway, opening his rim with the thick rubber bulb.

The wolf, happening to look over at that moment, snarled, nearly roaring as he clambered off the weasel, taking off to get take the furiously humping cat's place. He had let his fury at his one competitor distract him for far too long, and now the other was about ready to win.

No longer held down, the weasel made a snarl of his own and shot upright as well, following the wolf in a clumsy sprint.

All at once, while Leon slapped at the floor, desperately hunting for the bell, the weasel tripped over his own bent limbs, slamming face first into the wolf's exposed rear. The wolf, put off-balance, then stumbled straight into the cat's rump, landing his cold, wet nose against the startled feline's tailhole. Belting out a shrill yowl, the cat launched his hips forward, slamming hard against the kangaroo's tensed rump, and, as a result, fully popping the knot inside.

Digging his claws into his palms, Leon stifled the pain and humiliation, focusing instead on the bar he found, assuming it was the bell stand. Frantically patting up and down the length, waiting to hear a ding, he whimpered when the rabbit spoke up again.

"Alright! Looks like we have a winner!" Riley said, stepping over the fence, walking up to the panting cat and kangaroo. "Looks like Kittycat's won himself a night of relaxation!" Kneeling beside the tied pair, he worked on separating the two, while Rainer returned onstage, pulling the enraged wolf away from the weasel, shoving them both onto their backs.

Repeatedly working the cat's knot side to side, Riley gradually wrenched it free of the reddened pucker, getting a wheezed gasp from the kangaroo for his effort. As he pulled his hand back, the proudly smiling feline gave his hand an obedient lick, happily crawling off his defeated prey.

Sharing another laugh with the other rabbit, Rainer strolled over, putting a leash on the cat's neck. Guiding the suited feline through the reopened fence, he brought him down the stage stairs and out of the auditorium through a pair of double doors.

Unlocking and unzipping the kangaroo's mask, Riley pulled it off the sweat-and-tear-matted fur and stuffed it into his pocket. "Good show tonight," he said, whispering directly into the kangaroo's ear before giving his freshly violated, lube-smeared rump a hard slap.

Leon jumped at the touch, then whimpered. As his sight came back, he could see that what he thought was the bell stand was actually a splintered piece of the tree prop. He had crawled past the actual stand on the left, and if he had gone maybe and extra inch to the side, he could have avoided his fate. Defeated, barely able to push his chest off the floor, he whined up at the rabbit, begging for mercy.

"Now, now, you heard the rules," Riley said, crossing his arms. Losing interest in the kangaroo's protest, he looked back out at the audience. "Anyone who wants to fuck a loser, now's your chance! And FYI, our new bunny-roo's hole's mostly virgin, so none of the bigger guys yet. Mouth's free game though."

Squirming, Leon listened to what sounded like a stampede of furry feet running to the stage, then leaping up the stairs. He whimpered again, looking over his shoulder to see a mass of blurry bodies lining up behind him, slowly coming into focus. Most, if not all, had already disrobed and were stroking their lengths, passing around more tubes of lube to grease themselves up. Discreetly trying to get back onto his feet and make one final last-ditch effort to hop away, he was abruptly slammed back down by a foot stepping on his back.

"Sorry, Leon, you lost fair and square," Riley said, mockingly shaking his head. Holding up his hand, he brandished a long plastic stick, making sure the kangaroo could see it, then pressed a button at the base, sparking the prongs at the end to life with a small electrical arc. "Now learn to play your role, or I'm gonna fry your carrot."

Leon eyes widened, freezing open in a state of terror. Before he could do anything to respond, a tan rabbit kneeled at his presented rump and jumped right in, plunging the entirety of his four-inch cock through the tenderized pucker. Groaning, Leon flexed his toes and pawed at the ground, the grip around his waist making him unable to pull away, allowing the tan rabbit to launch into a series of lightning-quick humps, rutting his ass with reckless abandon.

A short distance away, the larger-endowed rabbits were lined up to take turns spit-roasting the weasel and wolf, holding them down on their backs, using their bent limbs as handles. As their tails and maws were continuously thrust into, filling the stage with echoing gags, gulps and squelches, they exchanged hateful glares, each blaming the other for their predicament. Each time one of their users reached a climax, they swiftly pulled out and made room for the next in line. While some hopped off the stage and headed back to the auditorium, most simply went to the back of the line, eagerly awaiting another turn.

Eventually, a few rabbits began hopping aboard their strap-ons as well, making the threesomes into foursomes, adding a fresh new level of misery to the failed predators' cages cocks. Bit by bit, their anger faded into raw need, mewling around the shafts pounding their throats, hoping beyond hope for any kind of stimulation.

Going a bit numb to the various aches screaming all through his body - particularly from his balls, cock, and ass - Leon surrendered himself, waiting for the rape to finish. His chin resting on the floor, he glanced upward when a black rabbit stepped in front of him and sat down, stroking his throbbing cock right in front of his face. Though no less irritated by this new humiliation, Leon was at least wasn't opposed to sucking the occasional cock. To his dismay, rather than scooting forward to hump his gagged muzzle, the rabbit shoved his feet in his face, smothering his nostrils with his scent.

Whipping his head side to side to get away from the offending thick-furred paws, he froze at the sound of another spark. His entire body seized up as an explosion of white-hot pain radiated out from his cock, the uncontrollable tensing of his legs raising his rump, yanking hard on his testicles, making things immeasurably worse. While the shock was as painful as anything he ever remembered feeling, it thankfully wasn't enough to cause any damage. Then again, that was hardly a comforting thought, especially given the way it seemed to make the cage itself tighter.

"If one of us wants a tongue bath, Leon, I don't care if it's footpaw, cock, armpit, or ass, you don't get to say no. Remember that."

Leon blinked, panting heavily as he shuddered, regretfully agreeing to the statement.

Moaning at the hot walls tensing around his length, the tan rabbit spoke up, saying, "Holy shit! His ass is like a vice! Riley, do that again!"

"Sorry, Vin, that's only if he disobeys. And he's going to be a good now, isn't he?"

Watching the rabbit brandish the cattle-prod again, Leon closed his eyes and extended his tongue, shuddering as he made contact with the filthy footpaw once more smothering his face, licking it clean lest he receive another punishment.

"Aw," Vin said, resuming his pumping, "Eh, he's still good, anyway."

"Mmhmm."

Speedily driven wild by deflowering the kangaroo's ass, Vin didn't last too much longer, soon giving a final thrust, moaning again as he seeded his fucktoy. Leon barely noticed the additional violation, too preoccupied sucking on the black rabbit's toes under Riley's watchful supervision. If nothing else, it gave him something to focus on besides the incessant throbbing of his cage and his stretched-out nutsack.

Shortly after Vin finished, the black rabbit started pumping his fist up and down his cock faster and faster, sighing as he shot several globs of jizz all over the kangaroo's muzzle. Though he managed to close his eyes in time to avoid a painful stinging sensation, he grumbled, being decorated by lapine spunk, yet another indignity heaped on with the rest.

Given no time to recover, a pair of gray rabbits took their places at Leon's face and ass, getting into the same positions as their predecessors. He cringed at the slightly larger shaft shoved up his rump, and, without being commanded to, gave the gray-furred feet by his muzzle a fresh tongue bath. This process repeated that way for what felt like hours, the insatiable rabbit army fucking the daylights out of the wolf, weasel, and kangaroo over and over, commenting on how amazing his ass or tongue was, leaving for drinks and food, then returning for even more.

By the time interest seemed to be winding down, Leon was beyond exhausted. The parade of long-ears wishing to abuse their new slave seemed endless, a parade of different fur colors, different cock sizes, and always musky paws making constant use of his body. He hadn't the faintest clue how many loads of rabbit spunk filled his ass and covered his face, but it had to be dozens, fifty, maybe even a hundred. His stomach felt bloated, almost as if his once washboard abs were curved outward from the sheer volume of spunk pumped up his rear. Whenever a rabbit happened to press down on his lower back, compressing his abdomen against the floor, he could feel a large amount of pooled jizz would squirt out around their cock, running down his sack and pooling on his footpaws.

And the feel of the warm, goopy ooze covering what seemed like every inch of his body made his cage oh so much tighter. As much as he hated it all, he wanted to cum, just something to help him through it. And yet, the closest thing he got to any personal pleasure was when Riley brought the bitchsuited wolf over to lick his paws clean. Despite it all, Leon couldn't help but giggle as the lupine tongue was slathered all over his pawpads, making his cage twitch uncontrollably between his legs, and he absolutely hated himself for it.

Whatever. It hardly mattered. He was too tired to care anymore, about to lose consciousness and, if he was lucky, wake from this horror.

"Guess it's about time to call it a night." Riley said, grinning as the last waiting rabbit finished up and hopped away. Strutting up to the spooge-soaked kangaroo, he hooked his thumbs in his waistband. "At least after I get one last time with you." Dropping his shorts, he revealed his lapine shaft was fully engorged, ready to play.

Leon didn't react at all, just another cock being little more than white noise. To his surprise, rather than slide in under his tail, the rabbit rolled him over onto his back and tail, knees spread, legs and arms pulled in as if he was begging. His 'carrot' showed a bit of leaked pre-cum, his needy shaft endlessly seeking freedom and stimulation.

"Oh, you lost your tail," Riley said, picking up the nearby ball of cotton, clipping it back onto the kangaroo's piercing. "We'll have to make that more permanent. "No matter, it's my turn now." Straddling the kangaroo's waist, he swiftly sat down on his lap, taking the tortured, caged prick right up his ass. "Fuuuuck, yeah, this is way, way better," he said, bouncing up and down as he started to jerk off, moaning at the mix of metal and flesh filling his tunnel.

Whining, Leon had doubted that his situation could possibly get any worse, and here he was, proven wrong all over again. It was one thing to have an endlessly throbbing caged erection hanging uselessly between his thighs, it was something else having it milked by a skilled tailhole. He bucked his hips wanting to be free, wanting to cum just once more than anything else he could even consider. The raw, unfulfilled desire sent a shudder down his spine as his head fell back, his whole body squirming smearing his new owners' spent cum all over the floor. A small torrent leaked out his tailhole as well, staining his reattached tail.

He didn't care, the only thing left for him was a desire to cum. And he wasn't going to be able to. Tears ran down his face as the rabbit riding him howled with joy, sending him spiraling into despair.

Bouncing in the kangaroo's lap at a blurred speed, Riley no longer bothered pumping his own cock. The look on that smug bastard's face was all he needed to push himself over the edge, though the smooth metal ridges over his cock were a truly excellent touch. After a few more, much faster bounces, he came to an abrupt stop, crying out as the entire bottom half of his body shook. Grinding on the caged cock, lewdly gyrating, he reached an explosive climax, giving the underside of the kangaroo's muzzle a fresh coat of cum.

Energetically hopping off his latest conquest, he stepped aside, noticing that the roo had passed out, his twitching carrot leaking a weak stream of pre-cum. Smirking, Riley stretched his back out, standing up on his tiptoes before dashing off the stage to retrieve a cart and put the new toy away for the night.

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Leon groaned as he woke again, this time remembering every horrific detail of his ordeal. He blinked, seeing a set of bars surrounding him on all sides. The floor and ceiling were blank concrete, and there was a toilet, sink and bed... like a prison cell. While it was good to be off the stage, this didn't seem to be an improvement.

His ankles were no longer connected to his cage though, that was more than welcome. Regardless, his balls were still throbbing and sore, and his nutsack seemed a slight bit longer. The cuffs and cage themselves were still there, and the same was true with the mitts. His gag was gone, replaced by a full muzzle, exposing only his nose. He could barely move his sore, aching tongue, still tasting all the feet and fur from the previous night. His own fur seemed free of cum and mildly damp, as if he'd been hosed down.

As he stood, he could tell his tail was still strapped to his body, and the damn cotton-tail was still hanging from his piercing, slightly matted with water. His stomach no longer felt bloated, more like achingly empty. He wondered just how deeply he'd been hosed down.

Sighing, he looked out through the bars, shuddering at what appeared to be a full prison, rows and rows of similar cells, most occupied by a predator.

That damn rabbit was serious. They were keeping anyone here that even mildly irked them as slaves... or... pets. Across the hall, he could see a cat luxuriating in a slightly better-furnished cell, purring as he groomed himself, his fluffy black fur recently groomed and shampooed. The asshole seemed like he enjoyed being a prisoner, and even lacked a muzzle, only wearing mitts and a sheath cage.

A sudden snarl from the cell next to the cat's scared the life out of Leon, making him look over to see a wolf leaning against the bars, muzzled and geared same as he was. He instantly recognized the silver lupine from after the 'game', fucked left right up and down, then forced to clean his paws.. And the wolf looked pissed, staring daggers, breaking into a full growl while pointing an accusatory finger his way. Leon turned around, seeing nothing but an empty cell. The message was clear; the wolf blamed him for his fate the previous night. Before he could attempt to defend himself, a nearby door opened, and in walked that damn calico rabbit, as pleased with himself as ever.

"Good, you're awake," Riley said, approaching the imprisoned roo, tapping the cattle-prod against his palm. "It's time for lunch, and then we've got some training to do before your show tonight."

Leon could only whimper.