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Wrecking the Rabbit Hole

For Seth6

By Draconicon

Whenever someone called a rabbit a slut, it was always up to the rabbit to prove that they weren't rather than up to the accuser to prove that they were. It was a common belief that the lapine species were more...adventurous...than the other species around them, more eager to allow the extreme things to happen to them. Some blamed it on the fact that they were prey that were responding to predators in a different way, while others were more focused on the fact that rabbits were always known to be extreme breeders and thus the more extreme kinks shouldn't have been that surprising.

That didn't cover the gay rabbits, of course, but that was never really discussed.

Whatever the reason happened to be, it was hard to find a rabbit that legitimately cared about their own reputation. Sure, there were some that put up a token resistance, but when it came right down to it, they were more than willing to bend over and allow someone else to just do what they wanted, and Seth was no exception.

The young rabbit stood outside of the dark alleyway, the only light coming from a neon sign at the far end of it. From what the online group had said, this was the place to go for some extreme hole-stretching play, and Seth couldn't help but blush as he imagined what might happen to him tonight.

Hopefully this isn't just the group having a go at me, Seth thought, rubbing the back of his head, long white ears falling over purple hair as he ruffled them up and down. Don't want this to be another dead end...

The rabbit shuffled from long foot to long foot, blushing to himself as he could already feel his asshole twitching, pulling, almost sucking on the plug that he had inside himself. The fist-shaped plug was already grinding on his prostate, making his dick twitch in the front of his tight, latex pants, and he barely resisted the urge to grope himself.

Not his cock, of course, but his ass. His cock had barely been touched in the last year, ever since he discovered the pleasure that came from abusing the hell out of his hole with bigger and bigger objects. The plugs had come first, then the extreme insertions and cock-sheaths for his partners, and then being a size queen...

A shiver ran down his spine, a little spurt of pre shooting from his cock as he remembered the time that his ex had managed to slide a fist inside of him. It had barely fit, but it was enough to push the rabbit over the edge to a hands-free orgasm that had changed his life. What little pleasure he had still gotten out of fucking had disappeared, leaving him with a hunger in his asshole that took more and more to satisfy.

Tonight, he was, hopefully, going to get the stuff that he really, really needed. Something bigger than ever. Something rougher than ever. Something that would really leave a mark on his asshole.

If he could just get over his shyness, at least.

Come on, you're a rabbit. You're not supposed to care. Just take the risk and take the plunge and...and get fucked.

He made himself take that first step, and then the second, making his way into the alley with bright red cheeks. Every time that he looked behind him, he half-expected to see some cop coming 'round to pick up prostitutes, or some mugger looking to make a quick buck off of a helpless rabbit.

Neither happened, and the tight-pantsed, thick-bottomed, nearly-topless Seth finally made his way to the neon-lit door. A slot opened at eye-level, and someone looked out at him.

"What do you want?" someone big grunted from the other side.

"Uh...to get wrecked," he managed to whisper.

"What was that, rabbit?"

"I'm...I'm here to get wrecked," he said, a little louder.

"Heh, shy?"

"...Maybe?"

"First time for everything."

The slot shut, and then the door opened. The rank smell of lube, sweat, and more came pouring out, and his nose twitched hard as he struggled to deal with the powerful smells that threatened to overwhelm him. The rabbit took a step inside, looking up at the rhino at his side, and blushed more as the rhino looked him up and down.

More than ever, he felt the fist-shaped plug in his ass, and more than ever, he could feel how small it really was compared to what he wanted. Looking down at the rhino's crotch - the rhino that stood more than two feet taller than him - he could see the outline of a fat cock that would give him a real stretch. He imagined being shoved over a table right then and there, fucked with a cock fat enough to really satisfy a rabbit, and he groaned under his breath as his dick twitched again.

"So, you been here before, rabbit?" the rhino asked.

"No. Just, uh, was told to meet Bart here."

"Bart, huh? Heh. You're going to love this, then."

"What? What's gonna happen?"

"Nothing you don't want." The rhino gestured over his shoulder. "Up the stairs, first room on the right."

Upstairs. First room on the right. He repeated that to himself three times to make sure that his anxious mind had actually heard it and stored it properly, then nodded his thanks before making his way up.

The club wasn't large, nor was it well-lit, but he could make out plenty from where he stood. There were multiple small species that were tied up or pinned down, some thrown over tables the way that he had been fantasizing, while others were locked down against the wall, their asses shoved out by the style of their restraints.

To a one, they were being fucked, either by hot, thick dicks or by toys that were big enough to do what the dicks couldn't. Gallon-sized buckets of lube were on display, each one pouring more and more of the sloppy stuff on holes that would never be satisfied with anything less than a fist again. As Seth climbed the stairs, he saw a rat in the corner who had a fist elbow-deep in his guts, a bulge in his belly that made it clear just how deep that fist had gone.

The fact that the rat was screaming in pleasure, arching his back, fucking himself on that arm made it clear that this guy wasn't being forced through anything. He was legitimately enjoying himself.

I want that...

He thought it before he realized what he was doing, and Seth blushed worse as he realized that he had been standing on the stairs, staring at the goings-on down there for nearly a minute. He forced himself to keep walking, his eyes up on the stairs rather than down on the other size-queens down there.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he turned right, tapping on the door. There was a grunt on the other side, followed by a few heavy footsteps.

Please be Bart, please be Bart, he thought.

It was Bart. The thick, black-furred Shire horse opened the door with a smirk on his face and a bulge in his pants that the rabbit remembered from the messenger group. It had been shown off in a dozen or more pictures in the last week, and he wasn't the only one that had been hungry to feel something like that shoved up his ass. The fact that Bart stood head and shoulders taller than him, even more than the rhino did, meant that he was going to get one hell of a cock-sleeve treatment, too.

"Heh, so you really were local, huh?" the horse said.

"Yeah, I...I couldn't pass this up."

"Yeah, bet a little rabbit slut like you couldn't. How many times you been jerking to this?"

The horse groped himself, and Seth groaned under his breath, imagining how it was going to feel to have that finally under his tail. He clenched down on the fist toy in his ass, feeling it already sliding down, almost sliding out of him before he clenched harder.

"Mmmph...I don't...I don't really jerk off, anymore."

"Heh, a pure toy boy?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, get in here. Let me see what I'm looking at."

The rabbit nodded, stepping through the door as soon as he was allowed, his cheeks already on fire as he imagined what might happen to him. What if Bart decided to take this public? What if he was allowed to really get into it? What if he was shown off the way that that rat was?

It was a horrible, humiliating, yet all too arousing thought.

As soon as he was through the door, Bart slammed it shut. The horse nudged him.

"Get out of those clothes."

"Uh, um, right."

The rabbit grabbed for the base of his shirt, ripping the tight garment off and over his head. He threw it to the side of the room, and he dragged his pants down afterward, leaving him in just a thong. It was enough, really; his cock had never been large as a kid, and he had never gotten more to fill out his underwear in puberty.

"Heh, what's that? A micro-cock?"

"Um...yes?" he said with a blush. "It's...it's a medical thing."

"Heh, don't care what it is. It's pathetically puny."

"Mmmph..."

He crossed his legs, but it wasn't enough to hide the meager little thing. He had to wear thongs to make it visible at all, and that wasn't always enough once he started to drip and get horny, making the underwear sag a bit. The weight of the sagging fist in his ass was enough to pull the underwear tight again, but -

"Mmmph!"

Seth bit his lips as the big horse suddenly grabbed him between his legs, pulling him forward by his balls. The rabbit could do nothing but spread his legs and hope for the best, putting himself on display for the bigger male. As Bart squeezed him, he thrust forward, trying to keep his balls easily accessible, submitting to the hard, rough touch, knowing that it was only his own small size that kept them from being crushed immediately.

"Look at that. Dinky little thing. No wonder you're already running for the big stuff. You can't even grab this thing to jerk off, can you?"

"W-well, I used to..."

"Used to? Yeah, when you were a kid, maybe. Soon as the rest of you started growing, bet you that it got harder and harder to touch this thing. Hell, I barely can get a finger around it." Bart laughed. "Better to just use your ass, right? Better to get off with something that you can actually use."

There was more truth to that than he wanted to admit, particularly considering how eager his hole had become. It had always taken some effort to get a good grip on his cock, to jerk off, while sliding a cock or a toy up his ass...

He hissed as his balls got another small squeeze, then a flick before Bart finally let go. He let out a long, slow hiss of relief, only to yelp again as the horse yanked at his thong, pulling it until -

RIIIIIP!

It came free. Seth's cheeks burned brighter than ever as his micro-penis, not even two inches hard, pushed free of his fur, out into the open. Before he could cover himself, the Shire horse grabbed him by the wrists, pulling them overhead so that it couldn't be hidden.

Worse than that, though, without the support that the thong had offered, his other little hidden toy couldn't stay in place. Seth's eyes widened as he felt it shifting, then sliding, then -

POP!

THUNK!

The rabbit's cheeks could have cooked eggs if they were cracked on his face at that, and even Bart seemed surprised. The horse let him go, looking around, and Seth whimpered as he covered his little dick.

Oh god, oh god...

As Bart bent down, the rabbit sat down on the bed, already feeling the sheets pressing against his gaping hole. It was slowly closing, something that it somehow managed to keep doing, but it was so slow that he swore that some of the sheets were being sucked right into his gaping mess down there. Lube poured out, staining the sheets, and he whimpered more.

"Sorry," he managed to mutter.

"What the...did you just..."

He watched as the horse picked up the toy. It was a fist in shape, and nearly as large as a fist actually was. Not quite as large as the horse's one, obviously, but about the size of the rabbit's own clenched fist. He blushed, nodding.

"It's been my favorite plug for the last month..."

"Wearing this coming here? Heh, that's actually kinda impressive..."

"Y-yeah?"

"In a rookie kinda way, yeah."

"Oh."

He looked down again, his slight pride fading away almost immediately. It had taken him over a month to stretch himself properly to take something that big, but here, it was nothing more than a novice plug? What the hell had he walked into?

The toy hit the ground again, and Bart stood in front of him. Something must have gone right, considering the fact that the horse's bulge was bigger than it had been, bigger, thicker, and definitely pushing further up around his hips. The topless equine smirked down at him.

"Alright, slut. Lean back."

"W-why?"

"I want to see what kind of progress I'm working with. Now, lean back, whore."

"I'm leaning, I'm leaning..."

The pressure from above was more than enough to make the rabbit give in. There was no need to fight, no need to resist against someone that was going to give him exactly what he wanted. His cheeks were on fire, nevertheless, and he couldn't help but feel his ass twitch as he was pushed down on his back.

"Spread your legs, pull the cheeks apart."

"Y-yes, sir," he whispered.

Digging his fingers into his ass cheeks, he could feel his gape spreading already. His hole had come back together, but now, it was spread apart again. He dug his fingers further into his ass cheeks, the tips of his digits coming nearer and nearer to his hole.

I want to be wrecked, he told himself as he leaned back, exposing his ass. I want them to wreck me.

But if they thought a fist-sized plug was just getting started, how wrecked did that mean he'd be? How far would they spread his hole? Would it ever close again when they were done?

It was hard to tell, hard to know, and his cheeks burned worse and worse as pictures ran through his head of being a totally broken slut. It took everything he had to keep showing off to the big horse in front of him.

"Heh, looks like you've been doing a lot of the beginner stuff," Bart said, and the rabbit hissed as he felt a thick finger tracing along the outline of his rim. "Plenty of lube all the time, though. When you get to be an expert, you learn how to take it dry. Don't need all the slime then, but some people like it."

"You...you take it dry?"

"Fists, too."

"Holy..."

"You been fisted before, rabbit?"

"O-once...haven't had a chance to - Nnngh!"

Without warning, four fingers - each one twice as thick as his own - were shoved right up his ass. His eyes rolled right back in their sockets, and his breath came in harsh huffs and puffs. He went wide-eyed as he looked down at the horse's arm between his legs, swearing that his hole was pushed to its limits.

"Heh, not bad, not bad," Bart said. "You took that without me having to lube up, though you put a shit-ton of that stuff up your ass. What'd you use, some sort of enema bag?"

"Twice..."

"Heh, well, that explains it. Let's see if we can get you a bit more open before I take you downstairs."

Downstairs. So he was going to be put on display. He was going to be shown off. He was -

"AH!"

He nearly screamed his head off his shoulders as he felt those four fingers start pumping him. They were slamming in and out as fast as he had ever taken a toy, slapping against his ass, the bottom of the horse's palm almost hitting him in the balls. The rabbit arched his back, gripping the sheets hard as he was finger-fucked by the horse's thick digits.

Already, it was almost too much for him to take, particularly without a warm-up. He felt them digging into his inner walls, curling, pulling at him, and he hissed as he felt his hole being broken down, broken in, forced to give up the tightness that it had left. The rabbit's eyes were bugging out of their sockets as he struggled to breathe.

Speaking was impossible. Soon, yelling was the same. All he could do was gasp and moan and shake as he felt the horse's thumb slapping against his outer rim, feeling those fingers pushing at his inner walls, forcing him to expand, to bend, to break under the hard slapping finger-fuck.

He couldn't move, couldn't shift his position. All he could do was take it as he was filled again and again, each time further than before, each time worse than the last. He couldn't think, particularly not with the constant assault on his prostate, the feeling of his hole breaking up, feeling his rim somehow finding more room to stretch. Scraping fingers and rough play were forcing his hole to change shape, size, everything for the preferences of his horse partner.

And he loved it.

Seth flopped his head down against the bed, huffing and puffing for breath as he struggled to keep up with everything that was happening. Four fingers, now, pointing inside of him and threatening to push the thumb in. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't get enough air to make that happen. All he could do was suck for breath, suck for air, hope that he got enough to stay conscious to keep enjoying what was happening to him.

The thumb bumped against his rim again, this time almost pushing in, almost making it a full fisting. The rabbit was sliding along the bed, his eyes rolled all the way back in their sockets, his attention sliding from the near-fist in his ass to the impending orgasm. He was gonna cum, he was gonna -

POP!

"AAAAAAAAGH!"

Oh, he was stretched. He was stretched so far that it hurt, particularly from how dry the horse's hand was. The fact that he had stuffed his hole with lube before coming here barely was enough to make it fit, but even that was still stinging, still making it hard for him to hold still as that hand came free. He swore that his hole tried to slide out with that fist, and he could hardly breathe as he flopped back on his back.

His cock was pissing pre-cum over his chest, but it wasn't a full orgasm. He had had those. He knew what they felt like when he came from his ass. That wasn't this. It was close, but not quite. Not quite.

"Ha...ha..."

"Heh, not bad. I guess you're ready for the hard stuff."

"That...that wasn't..."

"Not anywhere close, man. Let's get you downstairs."

Seth was too weak to hold out, unable to do anything but flop as he was picked up by the bigger man. He couldn't fight, couldn't hold back as he was carried out of the room and down the stairs. After having his ass almost turned inside-out, the feeling of a bunch of people staring at him was hardly the worst thing in the world.

He didn't even complain as he was carried over to one of the tables rather than to one of the bondage sets on the far wall. All that mattered was that he was going to be pushed further, right? Pushed to -

"Nnngh!"

Suddenly, that fist was right back against his hole, pushing against a rim that had started closing, but hadn't quite finished. All five tips were inside of him, but the thick bottom of the horse's hand hadn't slipped in just yet. Seth groaned, biting his lip.

A small crowd started to show up around him. The rhino from the door, for one, and then two bulls, and then a wolf. All of them were grinning, most of them wearing at least one black latex glove. Some of them were already hard, too, throbbing and showing off their cocks in their pants.

Bart waved them over.

"Alright, guys. It's time to break this guy. His hole can still close."

"HA! No wonder he needs wrecking," the rhino said.

"Fucking hell, he comes here and thinks he's going to get away with that?" the wolf asked. "Damn, I should knot-fuck the hell out of him."

"Not before we get our hands on him," the bulls said, grinning. "I bet you he can take a hoof up his ass by the time we're done."

"Oooh, fisting with feet and paws. That's a thought."

Seth was still floating on that pained pleasure as he felt those fingers darting around his rim, pulling in and out, flaring out and fanning apart to stretch him even further. The rabbit was too out of it to complain about having an audience, though...

Until one of them grabbed him by his dicklet again.

"Heh, look at that. The fucker's actually hard. Didn't think something that tiny could get hard."

"Yeah, he's got a micro-prick. Looks like he's picked the right place to come. Then again, heh, we're going to put him through hell."

"Hell and heaven."

"Fuck yeah."

Seth blushed, trying to cover himself, but the bulls pulled his arms back over his head. One of them must have had handcuffs or something, because as soon as they were in place, he felt them being restrained. His arms were completely useless, unable to hide anything at all, leaving his micro-penis and his excitement completely on display.

Bart finally shoved his fist inside again, and as soon as his wrist popped past the rim, Seth was screaming again, arching his back right off the table. He could feel more and more of the dry-furred arm pushing inside of him, opening him up with a pained pleasure that he had never felt before, feeling it going deeper than any toy, any plug, any cock had ever done.

It thrust in and out of him, getting deeper, then pulling back, deeper, then back. It never pulled out further than the horse's wrist, though, always keeping at least the whole hand inside, and always forcing his hole to expand further and further.

The other bundle of guys had pulled their pants down, jerking off cocks that were thicker than the toy that he had taken up his ass, and nearly as thick as the hand that was currently opening him up. Only the rhino was bigger than Bart's hand, and even then only by a bit. He shivered as he imagined what they planned to do. Fuck him, probably, but -

"Alright. Let's see if you can take a good...PUNCH!"

Seth's lungs felt like they'd been the target, because it felt like it punched the air right out of him. He felt that arm go DEEP, punching right into his guts, and he saw the outline of fingers in his belly as he stared down at it. He could see Bart's fingers twitching about, could see the outline of that hand as it opened, closed, opened, closed, touching his depths in a way that nothing else had ever done.

He couldn't catch his breath as he watched, and he could feel the bend in the horse's arm that meant that it was elbow-deep inside of him. He could hardly breathe, hardly imagine what would happen to him next, but there was a part of him that wanted to know.

The rabbit squirmed, pre-cum pissing from his cock, an orgasm right around the corner. As that dry limb pulled back, he felt the lube in his ass getting dragged out with it, oozing out in a messy, slimy waterfall from his hole. It fell on the table, then was wiped away as the Shire horse dragged his fist free.

As Seth whimpered, his legs twitching from the overstimulation, the other males leaned in. He could feel their breath on his asshole, could feel them staring at him. He clenched weakly -

"Damn, this hole can take a beating," the rhino said. "Looks like we'll have to go a bit more extreme."

"You first, Frank," Bart said, getting out of the way. "See how his ass feels."

"Lube, or -"

"Fuck that. Take him dry."

Dry. Dry enough to hurt. Dry enough to stretch him out even further, to train his hole to stay open all the time.

Seth weakly tried to squirm away, but his body didn't want to obey him. It was weak, tired, drained. It didn't know how to fight, to move, to get away.

And it didn't want to. Not on some level, at least.

He was still flat on his back as the rhino stepped between his legs, pulling his hips right to the edge of the table. The big guy - Frank - chuckled as he looked down at the rabbit.

"By the time I'm done, that slut hole is going to be an icon to rabbits everywhere. This is what you all should have."

Feeling that thick cock was bad enough. The fact that it was dry, that it was going to fuck him and rip him open and leave him shaped to that dick, was worse. The fact that he wanted it...that was the worst.

Seth gasped as the thick head pushed forward. Pre-cum was no longer enough, and there was no lube in him to make up the difference. He felt every bit of friction-heat as it pushed into his ass, as it opened him up and started to make him spread again. The gaping feeling of that heavy cock, that thick rod, was nearly enough to make him scream.

It finally popped in, and he arched his back again as pleasure came from that crushing presence against his prostate. It felt like that little nub was getting ground to dust from the sheer size of the things that were being forced into him, but he couldn't complain. He didn't want to complain.

He needed this. Whether he wanted it or not was immaterial. He needed it.

That cock went all the way inside, a full fifteen inches or more. He could feel it nearly as deep as Bart's hand had gone, and it had his hole spread even further, feeling like he was on the verge of loosing himself. They couldn't do more...could they?

Apparently, yes, they could. Stubby fingers rubbed around his rim, and for a second or two, he thought that someone was giving him lube.

No. They were adding something else.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Seth found the air to scream as Frank slid his fingers into his hole, going so far as to squeeze his own cock inside of the rabbit's stretched-out hole. The rhino laughed.

"Slut's so loose that I gotta jerk myself off inside of him."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Seth screamed as he struggled to suck in the air to keep talking. "Too much! Too much!"

"Heh, you mean not enough."

The rabbit was fucked by hand and cock at the same time, feeling fingers turn into a hand, and a hand turn to a wrist. It was like getting double-fucked by the two biggest things that had ever gone up his ass, and he could feel that hand moving up and down a cock that was impossibly large, forcing itself deep and opening him up all the more.

He could feel the air that was getting pumped into him by every jerking tug on that cock, but even with that huge stretch, he knew that he was not nearly at the top tier of what these people would do to him.

The attacks on his ass came hard and fast, and they were different with each person that took their turn. Seth could hardly keep track of them all, but some of them were harsh or pleasurable enough that they stood out despite his best efforts to forget.

There was the wolf, coming right after Frank. Seth had thought that nothing could stretch his rim as much as a dick and a hand at the same time could do, but the wolf proved him wrong. A knot more than six inches across kept it from going that deep, but the feeling of it popping in and out of him made it feel like a bowling ball was going in and out of his ass, popping in and out again and again and again.

The two bulls had dicks that were slightly skinnier than Frank's, but having the pair of them inside him at the same time, pummeling at his asshole, pounding on his prostate, was enough to leave him shaking. His inner walls refused to touch each other, refused to have anything to do with each other.

They filled him with steel balls, each one more than ten pounds in weight and at least half the size of the wolf's knot. They were shoved in, fisted into him, and they made him run around the club, trying to hold them in. Each one punched its way out of his hole, and every time he lost one, they made him try with something bigger.

More and more and more went up his ass, and what little integrity it had was stolen away bit by bit, until -

THUMP!

Bart threw him back on the table, face-down, and the various men leaned in, examining his hole once more. The rabbit breathed in ragged fashion, barely able to summon the strength to keep doing that.

"Try and clench," the Shire horse said.

He did. He really did try. He pulled at his anal muscles, trying to close them, but they refused to do what he said.

"You trying?"

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Heh...we did it, boys..."

They did. He couldn't feel anything but air. His rim refused to tighten, and he could feel the muscles no longer twitching. They were more dead than a bodybuilder's arms after their worst work-out.

His ass was thoroughly broken, and the rabbit didn't know if he was happy or not.

The End