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A soft groan spilled out into the room, consciousness gradually returning to a slightly chubby cream and white furred rabbit. Her head was pulsating with pain - like she'd taken a heavy thwack to the side of the head. There was a muffled, harsh voice holding conversation nearby, too, but all that served to do was intensify the sparks of pain running through her skull. She was struggling to open her eyes, too - it felt like they'd been welded shut with something crusty and dried, and as she pried them open, she'd take a moment to process with the fluorescent lights feeling almost too blinding, intensifying the pain sparking in her head. Still, when she brought her faculties to, she'd see it to be dried blood matting the front of her face and half of her usually rather pristine, curly hair. Looks like it was a hit over the head, after all.

Choking back a sudden wave of nausea, the bunny took a moment to take stock of her situation. A tug at her arms told her that both were bound together, tied to the back of the chair she was sitting in. Legs, too, tied to the wood of her seat. She was still clothed, which was reassuring - though the sight of dark, dried blood matting her ruffled blouse to her chest didn't do any good for the increasing feeling of sickness. She found herself to be in a moderately sized store-room, she'd guess - metal shelves packed with various sealed boxes, tools, rolls of sheet metal. Maybe she was in a warehouse? Without any windows, though, her eyes drifting around the room, failing to find any identifiable details about her location. The room was dirty, with damaged, dirt-stained blue wallpaper, along with concrete flooring. She was near a heavy looking, solid metal door. Probably locked. She couldn't see her bag in the room, and by the feeling of it, the pockets of her black jeans had been emptied as well. For now, it made most sense to shut up, and listen in on the one thing that might help - the muffled voice through the door.

"... need to do, you don't need to treat me like some two-bit amateur. I know the types you've been working with, and that's why you hired quality for once. Yeah. Right. Look, mate, either you leave it to me, or I can find another buyer,"

Buyer? Was she being extorted or something? She'd furrow her brow and think back on her recent projects - she worked in engineering and building planning, but nothing came to mind as something that she'd be abducted over. They were all mutually beneficial purchases and plans for development... Either way.

"... Mm, alright, yeah, I can accommodate that at least. I'll need to get a little rougher to get her to that stage, though, yeah? That's fine? Right. Okay, cool. Yeah, I've got the case here. Hold on," from there, there was a pause. Even with her ears straining, through the thick door and the walls, she couldn't make out what the person was doing. The voice was heavy, somewhat accented, with sharp pronunciations and a bit of what sounded like a rasp to it. Did she recognise it? "Looks like everything is in here. Hm. Right. For a bonus, sure. I don't mind testing some shit and sending a report with the toy. It's experimental though, right? If she breaks, you better still compensate me for my fucking time, because if you decide to fuck me over... Mhm. Good. Cool. She should be ready in a couple weeks, tops. Visits are fine, we can have you participate - makes for better imprinting, anyway. I'll give you the info later. Ciao."

And then, silence. With her head pulsing with pain on each heartbeat, it was hard to really process the implications of what she'd heard. But she could get the jist of enough of it that she could feel her body involuntarily trembling, a whimper escaping her throat. Maybe they were here for someone else, but whoever they were talking about, it was incredibly clear that the plans being made did not care for their comfort, nor for their willingness. With her tall, sensitive ears, she could make out the faint steps of shoes on concrete growing closer to her door, and with every step, her pulse quickened, her breath coming faster as panic took hold. Maybe she could bargain? She had savings. She'd need to bargain. Hopefully they'd listen. Surely, they'd listen, right? Maybe she should play asleep. They said she'd been unconscious.

Then, the lock clicked.

Her eyes shut, ears folded down, she'd let her body go slack - trying her best to steady her breathing, halt the shaking of her body. She could hear the footsteps entering the room, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat hitting her sensitive, twitching button nose. She heard something set down on the floor, and closer still, the figure came. Close enough that she could feel a hand on her thigh, tracing up the fabric, easing underneath the mussed blouse and stroking fingertips through her soft fur. She took good care of her fur. She'd be able to keep taking care of her fur, right? She'd...

"Shhh, it's okay. Guess you're awake given those tears, mmm?" came an almost tender whisper directly in front of her face, making her body jerk with surprise. She could feel hot breath on her nose and lips, and another hand tracing her cheek, wiping away the tears beading on each cheek before tangling into the bloodied hair and pushing it back, uncovering her face properly. "Why don't you open those pretty little eyes, yeah? What's your name?"

"... O-Omi..." she croaked in response - finding out just how parched and dry her throat and mouth was. The reassuring tone crept into her fearful mind, easing her trembling a little... It wouldn't hurt to look, right? So, she opened them.

Before her, crouched an absolute giant of a woman. A dragon, maybe? She bore traits both typical of a dragon and a hyena - no wings, and covered with fur rather than scales along with wide, round ears. One ear was pierced with many rings lining from base to almost the upper tip, both with thick hoops dangling either side of her head. Her hair was messy and long, mane like, cascading down her neck and disappearing into a black leather jacket. Two horns poked through the unkempt dark, reddish-purple hair, and as she started to try to estimate her height, she'd watch the creature stand and turn, towering over her. Vivid purple fur covered most of her body that she could see, with cream lining the underside of her muzzle and neck.

And then she was taken from her focus by a bottle of water, shoved in front of her face by a paw much too large for it, claws thick and sharp as another twisted the cap and pressed the neck to her lips.

"Drink up," came the voice, and with how thirsty she was, she didn't protest - gulping down mouthful after mouthful, watching the bottle tip back further and further until it was empty and her parched throat wasn't quite so dry. A deep chuckle followed, the bottle soon stowed away, leaving her simply to stare at what she'd guess to be an 18-foot-tall woman, looking too large even for the oversized room she found herself in. Her style was... from almost another era, looking to be emulating the greaser aesthetic with white shirt and torn jeans.

"Where am I, and who are you?" Omi would ask after a moments silence, eyes still fearful, searching the ones towering above her. An answer wasn't immediately forthcoming - a pause, a hum, watching her crouch down on her haunches and get more on the same level as her prisoner.

"Where you are doesn't matter, neither does who I am. You can call me May, if you like. I'm gonna take you through to a larger room now, we can have a tit-for-tat on the way, yeah?" came the answer, along with the severance of her bonds and the hoisting of her body under the woman's arm. Her voice was still rather hoarse and dry - making the scream of shock and surprise a little painful, though more so was the sharp stab of pain in her skull at being moved so quickly and roughly. The hand was so large it could partially wrap around her body on her own - and with herself pressed snug under arm, the smell of fresh smoke and sweat came a lot stronger. Apparently May had been exerting herself previous to this, she'd take a guess from the scent - sharp, stinging, almost a heavy musk and very distinctive as she was carried through a wide hallway and past several similar looking doors. The lights blinked and flickered above them, and the silence was almost chilling, the only reassurance being the steady clomp of boots on concrete.

"Taking this rather well, aren't you?" came a remark, giving Omi pause. She'd get wrapped up in her thoughts easily, but she was right in a way. It'd be more normal to be struggling, to be complaining, but by the muscle shifting underneath leather and fabric, and by the sheer size... That definitely wouldn't go well for her.

"Where are you taking me?"

"No response for me, huh? I told you, to a larger room,"

"But... What for? Why am I here, did you kidnap me?"

"That I did. As for what we'll be doing, well, it's not really worth explaining,"

"Why not?"

"Well, you're not going to really have thoughts in the future, so what use is it giving you one more thing to mull over?"

"... Huh?"

Her eyes widened slightly, trying to process the meaning of those final words. Another door slammed open in front of her, taking her through into a much wider open, but similarly dirty and ominous. The bag May brought in with her was set down on a large, metal table - she didn't even notice her taking it on her way out - along with Omi herself. It looked like a large workshop - tools hung up on wall racks, various piles of scrap set along tables lining the brick walls, large cupboards and shelves all over. The one she was on was one of a few in the centre of the room - oddly clean compared to everything else, and incredibly large compared to herself. There was a large TV off to one end of the room with a couple armchairs and a couch, even. But that wasn't important.

"W-what do you mean, I'm not going to have thoughts later? What are you doing? What was that on the phone? You said something a-about selling something, about a toy, about... About testing something and..." her voice trailed off, with the instinctual fear setting in along with the dots she was connecting. May watched with a smile, one of her hands rooting in her bag.

"Go on. You seem sharp, why don't you take a guess?" she replied, her voice that same, tender whisper that first gave reassurance to her panic. This time, though, it only sent sparks of terror through her spine, her body trembling as she shuffled her body backward over the table.

"I... Were you talking about me? What... What do you mean by toy? W-wait, I, uh- L-look, I have... I have money, s-so w-whatever... Whatever you're being paid, u-uh, p-please, just-"

"Oh, honey. Do you think it's only about the money? Even if you could cover that on your salary, hmm... Well, - let's just say you'd need to find me a replacement for yourself. And I don't see any of those here, do I?"

With those words, both hands settled on her waist, claws tensing and digging in through the fabric - drawing a sharp scream of pain and fear as claws dangerously scraped through fur and across skin to shred her jeans, before ripping them down along with her underwear, leaving her thick, squishy thighs on display and baring her lower half to predatory eyes. Omi scrabbled back in the wake, rolling on to her front and forgetting her shame as she crawled with surprising, panicked speed across the surface of the table, shoving herself over the edge and towards the floor.

May on the other hand, watched all this calmly and patiently. Eyeing up the round, jiggling rear, the puffy slit between those tempting thighs moving side to side, the trembling, twitching nub of rabbit tail, and her pert little hole between plush rump cheeks. Catching her was easy as leaning across the table and grabbing on to her calf before she leapt from the cold metal surface, hearing two impacts and another terrified, pained scream - claws digging in, letting her dangle, shirt folded over her head, belly pressing against table edge, arms roughly banging against the metal supports of the table.

"Good try, it's nice you're so energetic. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, mmm? Maybe I should teach you to behave yourself while we're together. Try not to bang your head,"

That warning didn't help, the rabbit's head slapping against the edge of the table and prompting another yelp of pain - her yanked up by her leg, dragged back across the table, blood trickling from a reopened head wound and leaving a trail of red in her wake. The other set of claws rolled the rabbit over to face her, sitting her up, grabbing on to her neck and loosely squeezing - digging in, blood beading either side of her throat, with Omi going deathly mute and still as the hybrid's rounded snout and piercing blue eyes filled her view.

"I'm going to get undressed, and you are going to take off that shirt, and stay right there, fucktoy. I can get very, very angry, and very, very rough, and it's in your best interests to keep me as happy as you possibly can so I don't decide to make those useless lumps of flesh you call your arms and legs a whole lot shorter. Got it?"

The voice was low, deep, rumbling from the dragon's chest - her breath heavy and hot, the taste and smell of smoke filling Omi's mouth. She could barely bring herself to inhale, herself, only able to give the faintest of squeaks and a tiny nod in response. The moment her throat was released, her body started trembling like a leaf, tears welling up in her eyes, with the only response being a low chuckle and the curling of a thick, slick tongue along her cheek, sliding over the matted, coppery tasting blood and curling under her eyes, sampling the salty tears before standing back up. Her thick tail moved around to give the terrified rabbit a brief pat on the head between ears flattened against her head, and with that, she started to strip.

If she wasn't being held prisoner, threatened, and treated like an object, May might even have been her type. A larger woman with sizeable, pert breasts that gave a visible wobble and jiggle as her shirt was raised over her head - no bra beneath, laying her breasts to the air. Her eyes couldn't help but drift down and follow her captor's paws, trying her best to ignore the stare burrowing into her, enjoying the sight of her trembling, vulnerable form as she, herself, fumbled with the buttons of her blouse slowly and reluctantly. What she saw gave her pause, though - a thick, swelling bulge pushing at the front of the hyena's pants, which her paws quickly and efficiently freed, unbolting herself and unbuttoning the front, sliding them down her thick, muscular hips, dropping her underwear with it and leaving her dampened fur and body entirely bare.

What was filling her gaze - along with filling the air with the heady musk of arousal - was a rather sizeable obsidian black spire, pulsing and throbbing as it pushed free from the visibly damp and sweaty sheath adorning her crotch. Up against the slight, soft chub of the hybrid's belly, not taking too long to get to full mast and bowing under its own thickness and heft. It shone with a slick sheen in the fluorescent lights, tinted a deep, dark purple with the intensity of the light - giving twitches and flexes in the open air, at the same height as Omi and only a foot or two away from her own body, making sure her wide eyed stare could take it all in. At the base was two cleft swells of an uninflated knot, with thick veins visibly pumping along the whole spire up to the wide glans - with fleshy barb-like growths lining the head, pointing down, giving the whole thing a very intimidating presence in front of her. Not to mention the size of it - ignoring the knot, it was thicker than her own thigh. She wasn't quite sure, but it also looked like it was longer than her torso from the tips of her ears to her crotch, and that...

The rumble of an aroused moan brought her from her fascination, her gaze turning upward to meet a pair of eyes fixated on her - apparently having been enjoying the way she'd been taking in the sight of the mammoth member, with the dragon-hybrid's tongue curling along her muzzle hungrily, her shaft giving an eager bob.

"You... You can't be serious about doing something to me with that," she stated, voice wavering as it left her lips. It was a statement, but with her in the situation she was, she knew it to be a fantastical hope. With the eyes she was gazing in to, there was no way it was just for show. So, she continued, "Please."

That soft, trembling plea certainly got a reaction - a shudder, narrowing eyes, another twitch of her ready shaft and a sudden, thick rope of fluid spraying over the smaller creature in front of her. A cry of surprise and hot, fresh humiliation followed, with the bunny quickly shuffling back, grabbing the tatters of her jeans and wiping her face 'clean' - which she found to be much more difficult than it should. The precum was viscous, sticky, feeling as dense as glue and clinging to her fur like such as well. As she pulled the fabric away, she took note of the fact that it wasn't natural in colour, either. Seeming to glow, the bioluminescent fluid was a vibrant, saturated purple, and she could only be thankful no more seemed to follow. However, a claw did moments after, easing under the halfway undone buttons of her shirt and giving a quick slice upward - cutting off each button in one movement along with the band of her brassiere, baring the pert, modest bust the rabbit sported.

Her instinct was to clutch to her pre-soaked shirt, squeeze it shut, but before she could, she felt her hands seized in that much larger set, yanking them above her head and twisting her arms in her sockets painfully, pushing a sharp cry of pain into the air.

"Mmm... Omi, was it? Since you asked so nicely, why don't I give you a chance?"

"A... A chance?"

Her heart jumped in her chest, her tears pausing and her eyes fixing on May's face, searching her eyes, watching the menacing, toothy grin spreading across them. The moment she saw that, she knew inside that even if she was telling the truth about the chance, it was going to be something she very much would not want to do. But she had to believe it. Cling to that hope.

"You want out, right? And I told you that you couldn't pay me, and there was nobody else, but, hmm..." continued the insidious voice, another hand felt slowly slicing through the arms of the blouse, peeling the sticky fabric from Omi's body and briefly brushing her digits over one of her perky tits, pressing down on a sensitive nipple briefly and enjoying the trembling, strained whimper before pulling away. Oh, it was such a shame she was going to have to sell this one off, "You're a social person, right? If you know someone that could replace you here, with a little attention, just maybe I might decide to take them instead of you. My buyer is looking for multiple toys, see, so if you can point me towards some candidates - easy marks..."

Oh. That was her bargain.

"I... You want me to sell out my friends?"

"Mmm, friends, coworkers, family... Doesn't matter to me. I'd also need you to give me a little service so this detour would be worth my time, but... How about it?"

From there, she was silent. Searching the hybrids eyes, which peered back at her with head cocked to one side.

"Do... Do you still have my phone?"

"That I do. Here. You won't have signal, mind, so don't bother trying to call for help," came a rumbling reply, fishing through the bag and pulling out a smaller, familiar handbag, letting go of the smaller girl's arms and pressing the bag into them. Omi took it and clung to it with a long stare down, gulping quietly. This wasn't right, she knew. But it was this, or she let herself be given to the whims of this woman, and be turned into whatever she planned to turn her into, and sold off. Probably forever. And given how she said she'd have no thoughts after this... She probably wouldn't be able to escape once whatever plan there was for the bunny was put into practice. So, she took her phone out, heart thudding, her body slumping as she forced words from her lips that felt like knives driving in to her heart.

"W-who... What are you looking for...?"

"Oooh, good girl. Selling out the people that trust you to save your own skin. Not that I blame you, it's better than the alternative, right?" the grin and cackle only twisted her heart further, but she didn't have a choice. At least, that's what she was telling herself, ears perked up to listen intently, "My buyer wants five types, prefers women, needs to be around your size... Requested someone disabled with weak or non-functional legs... One nice and thin, rakish. Any species for both of those. Also, specifically, they're in to plump, squishy bunnies - which is you. You were a nice, easy, mark."

"And the other two...?"

"They also want someone very uppity and resistant in personality. So, not you. Someone that they can work at for a long time and slowly break in,"

"That's..."

"Lastly, they also want a shark for one of their toys. If you can give me, say... Two of these? It'll be worth my time to let you go. How does that sound?"

Wordlessly, she started flicking through her phone, bringing up a notepad and starting to record details. Addresses, phone numbers, age, name, their work. She knew three, so she did three - if she gave up more, maybe she wouldn't even have to do the... 'service' that they mentioned. It was her or them.

Minutes later, she handed over her phone, which the hybrid's eyes glanced over, tapping carefully and precisely, before giving a wide grin and a chuckle. Damn. She didn't expect it to work_. Still,_ she'd think,Let's keep the charade going a little longer.

"Three, huh? What a good girl you are. Well, I'll make the service you need to do for me nice and easy as a reward, yeah?"

"I... I was hoping..."

"What's that, Omi?"

"... N-Nevermind. I'll do whatever you want. What, uh... What do I need to do?"

The grin only widened at her query. Oh, the poor thing thought she was being truthful. If it wasn't such a turn-on, it'd send pangs through her heart. Thankfully, though, she didn't need to worry about that mercy.

"Simple. It's been a long day today, I had to come here straight after my workout to tend to you, and I haven't had chance to let go,"

"Let... go?"

"Mmm, that's right. This place doesn't have a restroom, and since I had you here, I was planning to empty my bladder in you over the course of our activities. Since we won't be having those, well,"

Omi gave a sharp yelp as she was forced to watch the head push to her lips - forced to take in the sharp, sweaty musk straight from the source, feel it twitch against her snout, and confront just how large it was compared to her own head.

"You want me to be your toilet...?"

"That's right. Why, you don't want your freedom?"

"But... I can't... I can't open my mouth that wide,"

"Hmm... That's a valid concern. But see here, just have a drink of this and give it a few moments, it'll make sure your jaw won't break. Promise," as they traded words, a vial of clear liquid was pressed into Omi's hand, "You heard me talking on the phone about tests being part of our deal, right? This is a lovely little experimental drug that'll give your bones and skin a temporary effect of being able to bend and stretch. Just get that down you, and I'll get started, yeah?"

Omi's eyes fixated on the vial, staring at it for a couple moments before turning back to the spire before her. She was so close. She could do this. Just...

"Good girl. Open wide, now,"

Following the chugging of the clear liquid, that tip presses back to her lips. Under her flesh, she could feel something almost immediately. Her body warming, heating up, her giving a visible shudder but opening her lips as wide as they could, fitting them around just part of the head of that member, feeling a set of claws on the back of her head to hold her steady for the slow push forward. And that push came - slowly easing the wide head of that spire in her lips, forcing her jaw to start straining wider and wider, her eyes transfixed at the sheer amount of cock that jutted proudly from the hips she was being slowly but surely pushed closer to, bit by bit. To her word, her jaw did seem to stretch easier, a ache settling in to her bone that slowly intensified the wider her mouth was pried open, raising whimpers of soft discomfort that reassuring coos and strokes of her large, twitching ears aimed to quieten. Her fingers couldn't help but move up to trail the shaft that was so much of her view, at the pulsing veins and the fleshy protrusions that lined the rim of the head, pointing down almost like soft barbs or a flare.

May, on the other hand, paused at this gentle curiosity, just to watch - a grin playing at her own lips as she watched the drug settle into that poor little mind, feeling that small tongue caressing and wiggling at the end of her spire, teasing over her throbbing member. The way her little nose twitched and her body shivered, the scent of sweat and musk addling the bunny's senses, the way it stung her sensitive nostrils with salty, heady odour and caused her to furrow her brow in mild displeasure. She was holding back so well, making sure not to let a drop of pre spill, to not rut her hips forward, to not ravish this delectable little creature before shew as ready, but, god. It'd be so easy. But no. Slow, steady.

"There you go, sweetie. Ready?" that rough voice cooed, tongue curling over the monster lady's lips and thick, faintly glowing drool dripping off her chin down onto the smaller woman's ears. Snapped from her trance, those eyes trailed up the hyena's soft belly fur, over her slowly swaying breasts and up to the ravenous eyes that looked over her body like a predator looking at a juicy slab of meat. That pang of hesitation, that doubt and worry continued to nibble away at the corner of her thoughts, but... Still. She gave a wiggle of her ears in affirmation, unable to nod, following it with a thumbs up, but very quickly, she found out how not ready she was. This woman WAS over triple her height, after all, but she'd manage. Probably.

"Take a deep breath, then."

The first assault to her senses was the sheer force - immediately gagging and choking as what felt like a firehose of liquid battered the back of her neck, bloating her throat, cheeks and spraying from the sides of her lips. So strong was the force that she could barely bring herself to swallow, instead having the gushing liquid force its way down her choking, convulsing throat, her head reflexively jerking back and her writhing in place as she'd do her instinctive best to pull away. But the hand held firm, eyes transfixed with a rumbling groan reverberating throughout the room, watching Omi choke and splutter as acrid, dark amber urine bloated through the underside of her cumvein and poured into the bunny's oesophagus, spilling down her chin, spraying out her nose and matting down more and more of her fur with the stinking, foul liquid. The way her toy's tongue wriggled and writhed, the paws scrabbling at her paw to try and pry fingers off her head, the audible gurgling and churning of the critters middle as it filled and sloshed with much too much, much too fast... Oh, she was going to enjoy their brief time together as much as she could.

Omi, on the other hand, was not enjoying her time in the slightest. Her tongue burned with the foul sting of what felt like a weeks stewed piss, her throat straining and squeezing, struggling with the sheer volume that tortured her throat and forced down into her stomach. The stench that seared through her nose, up in to her skull, making her head pulse with pain - and she couldn't even scream, gurgling, choking and spluttering the only sounds she could make, along with the noises of her body's own struggle, her belly sagging and squeezing over her thighs. Litre after litre spilled into her, and the hand only pushed her further down, soon making sure to plug her lips entirely and feeding the spout directly into her throat, ensuring the pain in her straining flesh would only intensify, her neck visibly swollen with the quantity of liquid. Her eyes begged, her paws yanking and pulling on fingers that felt like rigid iron, and all she was met with was rapturous groans of sadistic bliss, paired with uncaring eyes that only seemed to see her as a mere object, a plaything to push until she broke. And with how swollen her belly was, taut and pushing her kneeling thighs apart, squishing her knees into the churning, sloshing middle, she could only guess how far whatever she was given would let her be pushed - as that flow seemed to be never ending.

It wasn't too much longer from that point - though for Omi, each second felt like minutes dragging by - that she felt a strange gurgling and stretching from deep inside herself. And another fullness, a burning pressure and fiery, stinging pain filling her bladder. She could hear her captor cackle with glee moments later - as she felt hot urine spill from between her own legs, forced to let go herself continually as that burning sensation spread further through her innards, tears spilling down her already piss soaked cheeks, hot with pain and humiliation as that wicked grin taunted her. But she'd be free. She just needed to last until she was spent. And she couldn't have that much left in her, with her body so strained and filled, surely?

Almost on cue, with that thought, she felt the flow taper off, with a pleasured rumble filling her twitching ears, her throat finally given respite and rest as it choked, squeezed and gagged up against the much too large cockhead that blocked her airways. She could feel the fleshy protrusions pushing at the back of her teeth - apparently, the beast had forced her to wrap her maw around the whole end of her spire. Her bladder still burned, her stomach churned and seized as her body desperately tried to vacate the contents of her body, but... Her bleary eyes begged at her captor, searching the ones that stared back - and they met a smile, and a pat on the back of her head.

"Good job, buns. Give me a second, I'll get you off that, yeah?"

Relief shuddered through her body - she'd be freed. She managed it. Claws closed around her head as another paw pried at her lips, suddenly reminding her of the sheer ache and pain pulsing through the entirely of her jaw. Given she'd been forced to stretch it a good amount wider to fit that head, it wasn't a surprise, but her body seized and jerked, being forcefully yanked back over it - briefly, even pulling on her own teeth. For a moment she felt those protrusions flex, harden and swell, keeping her locked on the mammoth member and sending sparks of pain through her maw. But soon, it relented, and she was yanked off, her airways briefly cleared - only to double over and start vomiting a continuous stream of piss off the edge of the table, with a sadistic chuckle only barely registering in the back of her head. She was violated, used, she stunk with the foul scent of a sadistic dragon's piss, she could feel the liquid churning in her bladder and pouring through out her own piss-hole, but...

"Here, let me help with that,"

She didn't even have time to process the words before she felt herself shoved on to her back and a thick paw settled on her pregnant looking, sloshing middle. Her eyes briefly looked at it, confused, unable to think of what "help" would consist of here, but she didn't need to think. She felt it, instead, crushing down on her middle and forcing gallons of the foul stuff to find any way out of her as fast as possible - with the two paths of least resistance being her bladder and her throat. And both, she found, could stretch much wider than she could have before - her urethra gaping wide and her head tossed back to gush a jet of the stuff in both directions, her jaw creaking as it felt, to her, ready to snap.

The 'help' was effective, though - that hefty paw crushing her belly down, flattening her guts inside her and making sure to squeeze and crush every bit out that she could, not that Omi appreciated the extra effort. Her paws raked at the arm, finally screaming with agony as her throat was fully vacated for what felt like the first time in hours, her body jerking and seizing with pain. The only reaction she got was a chuckle and the respite of a lifted arm, leaving her body slumped and panting, wide eyed, staring at her captor in renewed fear, voice strained and trembling.

"M-May, you said- said- You- I-"

"Take your time, dear,"

"You said I'd be free after... a-after... w-well, y-you... you know, that!"

"I did,"

"Then what the fuck was that?!" her voice cracked with her last scream, lifting her body to her knees and finally settling her eyes on the gaze that she'd been avoiding since she was freed from her urinal duty.

And she found them no less predatory than a dozen minutes before, the grin no different, the tongue that curled over menacing teeth doing so in the exact same ravenous manner she'd already come to recognise. She didn't want to look down, but she knew what jutted from those hips from the renewed stench and the viscous, gummy presence she felt on her thighs. And that's where her voice died, croaking in her throat as she searched for words to force from trembling lips, her twitching bunny ears flopping flat against her head and her body shuffling back in fear.

"Oh, that look... It's so precious, you know?" May cooed in that same tone she had been using to reassure, a hand settling and caressing on Omi's cheek, claws trailing through soaked fur and under the curve of those wide, trembling eyes. The bunny forced out a weak croak, only to be shushed by a soft tut and a continuation of those menacing words, "It's not often I get to break in such a precious, innocent looking little imbecile like you... So blindly trusting, believing the words of someone who very clearly does not give a fuck whether you live, or..."

Briefly, Omi felt claws trail over her throat, only able to give a weak swallow and the faintest of squeaks in response. May's response to that, she could feel on her thighs, warm and gloopy.

"Did you really believe I'd let you go? That I'd stay to my word? Just because you sold out your precious friends and family, that I wouldn't just do as I like with you and collect a nice little bonus? Because, wow, I haven't had someone as stupid as you in a looong time. Though, that's not a bad thing, precious - Oh, no, I can tell we're going to have plenty of fun if this is all you're giving me just to start off!"

"P-please..." she could only force out the soft whisper, the whimper that was drowned out by a deep, rumbling chuckle, with that hand settling back over the smaller critter's head.

"Please, what?"

"L-let me-"

All she heard to that one was a long, sadistic cackle - before she felt her world spin, her head slammed down against cold steel and dragged to the edge of the table, a heavy tail slamming down on her torso and knocking the wind out of her tiny body - cracking multiple ribs, crushing her lungs, killing the scream in her throat. Her head spun with pain, feeling fingers squeeze on her skull and hot liquid spraying over her face, clogging her nose and lips and making her choke and splutter as she struggled to breathe. Moments later, that monstrous face filled her view, teeth bared, drool splattering into her eyes and a tongue dragging over her cheek and ear, voice rumbling directly into her skull.

"Look, fuckrag. Those drugs I gave you, that was a nice little cocktail from the company sponsoring your breaking in, yeah? Those'll make sure no matter what I do, no matter how much I fuck up your dumb fucking body - Know what, it'll be better to give you an example," came the deep snarls, and suddenly, she felt the one paw unaccounted for shove between her thighs, brushing up against her cute little nether lips and pushing her legs apart to press a curled fist up against it. That body language was good enough to show her intentions, and even exhausted and broken as she was, Omi knew to start struggling, kicking, pushing at the paw, punching the monster straight in the snout.

And by "knew", she also knew immediately as her paw pulled away from the muzzle directly in front of her own, that she'd made a grave mistake.

"Omi. My dear, useless, worthless little cumrag. I was going to take my time today. Have us get to know each other. I'd leave the actual breaking in for later, have a nice bonding session... But since you can't fucking behave?" May's voice was low, cold, a deep hiss right up against her ear as blood beaded under her skull, her claws digging in to the head wound she'd noticed at the start of her hellish night. Her trembling voice started to try to beg, but was immediately shushed, with two pointed claws pressing directly up against her pussy, wedging in and spreading apart oh so gently, just like the hisses, "We'll teach you to behave today, won't we?"

And with that, she felt the bones of her pelvis snap into two halves, rammed aside for a much too large fist plunging into her snatch, shoving her cervix open like it was rubber, pounding the full swell of her hand up into her uterus and making her middle stretch and warp like her fur and flesh was a glove. Two more fingers plunged into her maw and down her throat, choking down her screams and letting those hands batter and grab at her fur, starting to spread and flex her digits inside the small bunny's insides, twisting and flexing her wrist and fingers, letting her feel the broken halves of her pelvis shift around under her flesh and her legs twitch in joints that were no longer connected to the rest of her skeleton. She could feel claws curling and stretching the flesh of her throat, warping flesh there to press against the underside of her chin, the other paw slowly pushing further forward alongside it, stretching her flesh further and giving a slow, taunting groan directly into her skull. She could feel claws wrap taut skin tighter and tighter around hard keratin, made very, very aware just how sharp they were inside her. And then, it stopped. She could see the flesh of her taut stomach wrapped around those claws, stretched all the way up to her twitching, trembling nose and tapping gently to it, with it feeling like her skin was mere seconds away from it piercing through, shredding her middle and tearing her open. Her throat choked and squeezed, drool spilling from her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks, and all she could do was clutch to the arm plugging her throat, staring at her straining flesh and at the eyes that pulled around in front of her to transfix on her own.

"Do you understand, toy? I can break you as much as I want to. I can choose to flex my claws here and shred you open like a little pinata, slice your throat open from under your chin to your broken pussy, and there's nothing you can do about it. And you know what'll happen afterwards?"

She could barely even shake her head - but the grin that came made sure she knew her torturer got the message.

"You'll heal. You notice how your body hasn't shut down from shock? That even with your pelvis in two halves, with your brain starved for oxygen, you're still staring up at me, listening to me? After a little wait, you'll be just back to how you were, fit to be broken and used in whatever way I want to next," May spoke slowly but deliberately, observing how each phrase got a miniscule flinch through the tiny body, a little quake of her throat, a small twitch of her nose, "Right now, you can feel your ribs healing, no? Slowly being pulled back in to position, painfully mending, but... I could just reach down there and grab on a lung, squeeze, and wouldn't that be fun? Would you like that?"

She could barely force that whimper of fear out, but the scrabbling of panicked paws seemed to get the message through.

"Exactly, my precious little plaything. But I don't need to care about what you'd like, do I? But, maybe, just maybe, if you behave, I might be a little bit gentle as I break you in, hmm? Does that sound nice?"

With that - both the paw buried in her cavernously gaped cunt, along with the claws plunged down her throat - yanked back, leaving her lower half gaped and ruined. But, as promised, she could feel that tug on her flesh, pulling back to place, slowly squeezing back to how it was. Even with the pain wracking her body, the limpness of her legs barely able to move, she'd gasp breath after breath and shudder, squeaking in her trembling, terrified voice best she could.

"Y... Yes... It does..." she could barely choke out the words, but the moment she did, she heard that praising, sinister coo in her ears. A stroke over one of her dripping ears, rubbing a mixture of pre, saliva and piss into the matted fur.

"What a good little thing, you're a fast learner too! But I can't let you go unpunished for your bad behaviour, hmm? I've got a little under a month to break you in, and whilst if you behaved, I could teach you all by showing you how to behave, I've got another method for bad, misbehaving little whores. Would you like that?"

"I..."

"Speak up, Omi. Address your owner with respect, hmmm?"

"... I-I would, owner... I-I've been bad, so... You... You should..." her voice cracked and choked up, her face burning with shame, humiliation, fear - her brain struggled to even process her thoughts and emotions, but she knew if she wanted to have a chance... She'd... "T-teach me to behave, p-please, owner... I'm... Such a dumb, filthy slut, a-and-"

"Wow, I didn't even coach you on any of that yet," came a whistle, the grin and stare burning in to her skull even if her gaze avoided it. Instead, she was staring at the pulsing, jerking spire that continued to spew productively, a sizable pool of fluids having collected on the floor, on the table, down the hybrid's thighs. The way it bobbed and swayed was almost hypnotic - though perhaps that was the drugs, or the scent, or the pain. Anything to avoid focusing on her voice, on the humiliation and the degradation that seeped in to her ears, without rest. And with all this, she watched the spire suddenly get closer, her captor walking around as she talked, "You're such a promising little cocksock, it's almost a shame to rob you of the ability to think for a while, y'know? But my employer has... tastes, and I'm going to need to do this at least once, so... Hold niice and still, yeah?"

Paralyzed by fear, she didn't really have a choice but to do as she was ordered - though her eyes followed those swaying hips, the spray of glowing liquid arcing over her face and creating even more mess over the table as she watched the tip slap down messily next to her head, splashing the stale mix over her face. That familiar, sticky paw rubbed over her ears, lifting one of them and giving a long, slow stroke over the soft, floppy flesh, all the whilst hot precum bubbled and spewed directly up against her cheek, making the immobile bunny whine with faint, timid complaint. The rubs and strokes sent faint twinges of almost forgotten pleasure through her body, but as May was taking so long, she couldn't help but ask - even if she knew she wouldn't want the answer.

"W-what are you...?"

"Mmm... You'll see. You have such lovely ears, you know that?"

"Thank... you...? But-"

That's when the wide tip pressed to the canal of her ear, and she heard the churning of those orbs directly up against her head, the pulse of hot, heavy blood gushing through cockflesh, the flooding of thick precum gushing up a cumvein - and before she could think of what was coming, she felt a huge rope of viscous liquid pour into her ear, in to her skull, making her body convulse and twitch as a tail held her head firm and steady. It felt weird, wrong, liquid burbling directly into her head, warmth spreading deep into it with rope after rope fed directly in, with her body refusing to obey her orders as pressure built and fluid trickled down the side of her face. She could smell the thick musk in the back of her nose, taste salty fluid on the back of her tongue, feel it trickling down her throat, and all the whilst groans of barely restrained pleasure spilled out above her, her eyes meeting the ones that viewed her only as a toy to pleasure herself with.

"Very lovely ears, Omi... Like I said, it's a shame, but if it's any reassurance, you won't have control of a single thing,"

She could only respond with faint, bubbly gurgle, feeling the pressure on her skull quickly give way with the cracking and crunching of bone to punctuate it, ear canal straining open as dick almost as large as her head pushed directly into her skull. She could feel her brain being flattened inside her head, fighting for face with rigid, rock-hard dick, each pulse of blood through it filling her head with sound, each pump of pre gurgling directly in the centre of her thoughts, her body jerking and twitching involuntarily as more and more spire was fed into her body. Precum started to spill like a waterfall from both her nostrils and her lips, slack-jawed and letting the flow run unopposed. She could even feel it building at the back of her eyes and in her tearducts, and she watched syrupy, glowing preseed roll down her cheeks in place of her own tears. Her thoughts, likewise, she felt being pressed in to mush - struggling to think, struggling to register a thing she saw or felt as throb after throb pressed her brain flat. She could feel the hand on her ear shift, the other presumably guiding the spire, and after it settled on her head, the last sentient thought she could muster was that it was a weird way how she was angling her hips, and how she wondered what she was doing.

May, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing. Her hips pressed forward with euphoric bliss, feeling flesh strain, stretch and give way, her tip grinding the little creatures brain against the hard surface of the opposite, unbroken side of her skull, gently but firmly grinding and mushing it and watching the little creature's eyes glaze and body twitch, still functioning, still alive, but unthinking, unseeing.

"God, it's always so fun to watch you dumb sluts the first time you have your brain turned to mush... The way your thoughts melt away, left a little, instinctive mewling husk," came the words to nobody in particular, giving slow, long humps against the table, watching the purple liquid oozing from each orifice in her head start to tinge red, a touch thicker, with her groaning with productive glee, excited ropes spilling in to the ruined skull of her toy, watching the evidence of its thoughts mix with her fluid like the useless mush it was. Still, as much as she loved to take her time, she did have a toy to mould, and that's exactly what she was going to do, "Remember, now, little fuckrag... Your body will be slowly trying to reform that useless brain of yours, and whilst I cant stop that, I can make sure you have the knowledge of what you are programmed in to your useless head - a simple orifice, a pleasurable toy to break, use, ruin and once they're done? Dispose of like the trash you are."

Her hips pulled back slowly, and yet again, she re-angled, shifting the head of her toy around and guiding her hips to point her shaft downward, towards the rest of her body. Whilst it'd be a little fun to rip some holes through her, the feeling of breaking in those pathways that were never supposed to be touched or filled was always something else. She'd lift herself on to the table, kneeling herself over the twitching body of her cockholster and slouching over it, making sure she had nice, firm purchase - before holding it's torso in one hand and it's head in another, giving a long, pleasured hiss as she rutted her hips forward directly against the table, feeling bone crack, snap, splinter and powder beneath her and flesh strain taut, caressing and stroking her spire and re-moulding into a perfect little cocksock for her, uncaringly pushing her member through the tiny eustachian tube that connected her ear perfectly to the rest of her body.

She could feel blood, pre and ooze leaking over her paw as she pushed forward, leaking from the bunny's other ear and from mouth and nose, but it did nothing but to spur her onward, making sure to take a nice look at it as its jaw yawned open, showing the throbbing, pulsing veins of her obsidian coloured member through the back of its throat. Every inch of its body was perfect, wrapping snugly around her, throat gagging and squeezing involuntarily to send twinges of pleasure through her spire and up her spine. The way she could feel the tiny heart thudding against her as it was crushed in its chest cavity, the sheer power of her own heartbeat forcing it to pump a different tune, all of It served to bring her to the edge all too quickly.

Before she could bring herself to control, she couldn't help but give a hard rut of her hips, slamming her crotch down against the table and shuddering with glee as she heard the crunch beneath her, easily holstering the full mass of her cock, knot and all within her sheath. Skull wrapped around the clefts of her knot, flared tip grinding the creature's thighs into cold steel, every beat of her own heart making sections of spine crack and snap beneath her. Now wrapping the entirely of Omi's body around her, as it flexed and jerked the bunny was yanked with it, slapping her slick, messy body up against May's belly before slapping heavily down on to the table.

"F-fuuck... N-not yet, christ alive, you're such a good fucking cocksock..." May gave a long, strained hiss, her fingers curling and bunching up as she struggled to restrain herself, sitting back on her haunches and looking down at the limp mess impaled on her. So tight, so depraved and broken looking like a fuzzy, fleshy condom unrecognisable on her dick. The mess of ooze trickling over her orbs, the way her jets of barely restrained precum would bulge and fill out the taut flesh, the way liquid splattered off her fur as she flexed her member against herself. But she'd wait, churring with gritted teeth, "Just gotta hold back... Couple fucking minutes... Let you gain a little bit of consciousness back, then..."

With that, she'd let minutes slip by. Feeling the gurgling of the bunny's guts as her tip spewed directly in to them, watching rope after rope of seed spray from the creature's rear end. Feeling the slow rebuild of pressure in it's skull, the bone struggling to find a way to re-form around a knot almost as big as it. But eventually, she'd see a recognition in those glazed eyes, looking around in a slow, muddy haze, soon settling on her own. And to that, she'd grin, slowly and deliberately closing finger after finger around the delicate bunny's bulging head.

"Understand now? You're a toy, nothing else,"

And with that, she squeezed down again, watching and feeling the barely reformed insides of her skull mushed against the throbbing of her knot, trembling eyes struggling to make sense of anything. With that, she could finally get to the fun part.

Rutting her toy for everything it was worth.

Leaning back and relaxing, she'd settle her paws on Omi's broken, ruined thighs, folding them against her body and making sure she had a nice handhold on her torso - before yanking up, ripping her body off her member, crushing her torso uncaringly and sliding her all the way up 'til just her tip was buried in the ear - before slamming back down with glee, humping up into her paws and rutting the broken cocksock like a simple fleshlight, watching flesh bulge and strain again and again, feeling her cockhead ram into the creatures guts on each hilt along with knot popping into flesh that barely felt like it could contain her size. Ooze slickened her paws, plenty of her own mess leaking out the various orifices of her cocksock, and a good few times she'd watch her flared tip proudly jut out between her paws, having rammed straight through the creatures bladder and out it's urethra. To yank it back through was a little more difficult - several times almost yanking Omi inside out, but each time managing to pull back through to continue her rut.

Again, and again, she'd peak - her orbs drawing up against her body, her flare twitching as if to swell - but she'd freeze, panting and snarling as she struggled to keep herself from getting off too soon, and with each time she peaked, she'd feel her knot's twin clefts swell thicker, making it harder each time to rip her off it and continue. Soon, she found herself kneeling over, sweat dripping off her body over the ruined creature, struggling for purchase each time she got the thing stuck on her knot, snarling expletives and grinding into the table, feeling tendon and muscle tear in Omi's arms and legs as she used them as leverage.

"Fuck's sake, you're good enough for me to want to keep you for myself... Maybe I will, tell them you broke, tore open and the drugs didn't work... Perfect little fleshlight, fuck-"

But she could only peak herself for so long, with her legs having to spread to allow the continuous swell of her orbs with productive, backed up seed. After one slam of her hips against the table, visibly denting the metal and rutting her tip yet again into the critter's guts, she'd feel it catch on her knot yet again - yanking on her arms, pulling on her body, feeling muscle tear away, uncaringly feeling one arm rip from it's body, then a leg, then the other and it's last appendage following, leaving her nothing but to jerk her paws along the straining flesh, spreading hot, sticky blood over its fur and kneading and squeezing her spire as claws dig in and yank, trying to rip it off. Her knot swelling wider, as large as both her fists at this point, the flare hooking itself in to Omi's guts and making sure there was no way she was getting off without May getting off first.

And with all that, the roar of bliss tore from the dragon-yeen's lips, rattling the rafters with her volume as her paws furiously jerked up and down the warped, broken flesh of her toy, orbs drawing up, her cumvein painfully bloating with sheer volume. The hot liquid flooded into Omi's guts gallons at a time, thick as tar and seeming to bubble inside her as it bloated through them - swelling and bulging the taut flesh against her own paws as it worked through the tiny body, with nowhere to go but through. Her tail couldn't help but curl between her legs and wrap around the base of her knot to squeeze and knead with her paws, humping rapidly against the surface, panting with bliss and eyes rolling into her head. She knew she'd be stuck in this state for a while, but it was worth the good few hours she'd spent edging herself just for this experience.

May couldn't help but crane her head down, curling her tongue around the broken stumps of her hips and slurping over the mess of blood and pre, mere moments after feeling finally the first gush of her cum flooding her maw - happily gulping down her own scalding seed, groaning deeply with shameless glee. She'd soon settle back on to her haunches and settling into a rhythm of jerking herself off and painting the table and room with gallons of her glowing, purple cum.

==x==

Omi came to a good few hours later, her body screaming with agony, every part of her body still feeling stretched and violated and ruined. She could hear faint snoring, along with a heavy, steady pulse thrumming through her skull, and through the entirety of her body. Which felt like it was being crushed on all sides by something fleshy and tight, along with stinging, hot liquid dripping and trickling through her fur. Her legs twitched and jerked, pinned to her sides, at some point reattached to her body, along with her arms, though none of them she could move. She was struggling to think, her senses addled with strong, sharp, sweaty musk, and everything was pitch black. She couldn't even make a sound, her throat blocked, strained like the rest of her body.

After a short struggle and kick of her legs, she'd discover why.

May, slowly stirring from her slumber as she felt jerking, kicking and twitching from her crotch, an annoying itch directly inside her bulging, lumpy sheath, would give a slow, irritated rumble, reaching down to scratch through the messy, sticky fur of her orbs. She'd fallen asleep after her time with her toy, not bothering to clean up or even take Omi off her, and apparently that led to this little predicament, the bunny still impaled with ear at the base of her flaccid shaft. Not that she was complaining, the new sensation of having a cocksock stuck inside her sheath wriggling and kicking and trying to scream was proving rather pleasurable, but, still, she should probably tell her to settle down unless she wanted to lose her brain privileges again.

"Quiet down, you dumb fucking toy. Unless you want a knot mushing up your brain again so early in the morning," came the threatening snarl - immediately calming the struggle of her folded up fucktoy, instead letting her feel the terrified, confused shivers inside her sheath. God, that was nice, "There you go. I mean, it doesn't matter to me, either way it's rather comfy, but... Behave, and I'll get you out after I clean up, yeah?"

There was no response, but given she didn't feel any struggling, she'd take it to be a yes from the sheath stuffer. Stumbling to her feet, May would take a moment to take stock of herself, and her surroundings.

As far as her surroundings, the room was pretty much covered in glowing, sticky fluid, sticking to every surface she hit. The ceiling, cupboards, various tables, shelves, all covered with the proof of her night. Somehow, thankfully, she'd managed to spare her little living area - but fuck, she wasn't looking forward to cleaning up the rest. Whatever, that was a problem for the future.

Herself, on the other hand, was not spared. From head to toe, she was drenched in her own mess, blood, piss, and by god she stunk. Wrinkling her nose, she'd peer down to her crotch, admiring the way her normally snug and rounded sheath bulged with the visible form of the bunny's limbs in various positions. After a yawn and a reach down to give the mess a poke, she'd stumble her way back through the halls, heading in to a rather large, industrial shower room. With ever step, Omi felt her whole word jostled and bounced, feeling the pulse quicken inside her skull and thighs grind and brush over the flesh of the sheath surrounding her, with the hefty weight of presumably, May's balls swaying right under her head. She'd hear the shower faucet turn on, and minute after minute dragged by inside the stinking, slick and sticky insides of her 'owner's' sheath. Not daring to move, unable to breathe, her brain screaming at her to get oxygen still and unable to do anything but stay there, impaled, waiting, her own heart being worked by the steady pulse of this monster.

Minute after minute felt like hours dragging by, the sounds of May's humming almost innocent, as if this was entirely normal, as if she didn't have a bunny stuffed inside her sheath, weighing it down between her legs. She'd scrub the mess out of her fur, lathering it with plenty shampoo, taking a moment to caress and fondle her breasts with a slight egotistical admiration - but eventually, her eyes would turn back down.

"Mm, now, careful not to struggle too much, 'kay? If you do, I can't promise not to get hard and rut you against the wall," she remarked all too casually, as if talking about the weather. She couldn't nod or affirm, but she didn't plan to. She didn't remember everything of the night, but enough of it was literally rutted into her memory to know what that threat entailed.

May, for her part, would carefully and tenderly heft her bulging sheath, sliding her claws in and stretching the flesh with a restrained groan, making sure to let the water wash over and inside to clean herself a little whilst she'd flop her flaccid member out. True to her activities, the bunny was still wrapped around her shaft, the bulge considerably smaller in this form but still large enough to stuff itself all the way down into her belly, and at the sight of her... She'd give a small shudder, Omi feeling a twitch and a couple centimetres of thickness swell inside her, but no further - not that it did anything to sooth the bunny's terror, eyes wide with fear, staring up at the hybrid with a desperate, pleading gaze.

"Don't look so terrified, fluffums, I ain't gonna break my promise this time," she chuckled. Then paused. The cock of her head gave Omi a sinking, deep terror in her heart, along with the words, "... Probably."

Soon, claws closed around the bunny's head, carefully and almost too tenderly easing into her ear and stretching her around the slight swell of an uninflated knot - peeling her back, tight innards clutching to veiny flesh that it almost felt like she'd fused to, slipping her further and further back until, with a pop and a spray of fluid, Omi found herself guided to sit down on a seat inside the shower, watching her tormentor wash out her sheath and over her shaft with a deep groan, chuckling to herself at the novelty of waking up with such a pleasurable sensation.

"Might need to fall asleep with you like that more often, I could get used to this sort of wake up call," came a laugh, though it only sent shudders through Omi's spine. She didn't dare to move, simply watching the monster she'd been settled with wash herself off, humming away without a hint of guilt or remorse.