Floppy Disk 6 [Unfinished][WIP]
Floppy Disk 6
Authors Note - Some of these events seem to be affecting Greg in spirit and personality. Also things get a little more weird around here.
The limo calmly pulled away from the white house surrounded by the white picket fence, carrying two passengers plus one new. Greg, a white (with a hint of brown) Rabbit, 12 years old and proud of it, sat nervously in his seat next to his kidnapper. At least....he felt that way. He looked down at his feet, hands in his lap and sat quietly as his neighborhood passed him by. His head traveled, looking up to Ms Shan'tika's face who was busy talking on a cellphone. It was funny how life was going one way, then suddenly went another. Her words from earlier made a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach surface. He had been kidnapped, willingly or not, in front of his own parents and there was nothing he could do or say to get out of it. The cause of this problem was resting in his own backpocket. The boy cursed the disk in his mind, wishing he'd never gotten it. He pledged to himself if he got out of this he'd never jerk off again. A part of the Lapine's mind pointed out he wouldn't even last a day. "Shut up brain before I stab you with a Q-tip."
His vision traveled all around the limo, finding it to be nicely accommodating. Various bottles of wine, a TV, DVD player, and was that a mini-fridge? Admittedly, Greg was a little excited to be in such a luxurious limo, even if he was being kidnapped, sorta. A hand, Ms. Shan's, found its way to Greg's thigh and began to rub it softly. He saw her eyes motion down at his direction as her face curled into a little devious grin as if to say, 'You're mine, Boy.' Her actions yielded a rising bulge, defying Greg, as it rose up and halted just below the belt. "Slide those off," She commanded, "And do it quickly." Her attention swapped back to her phone call while she eyed the Lapine, obviously expecting him to obey her command. That sick feeling in the pit of his stomach made itself known again. "That wasn't a request, Boy. You are in no position to defy me." Her voice carried a hint of acid and malice, giving Greg a blunt warning that she wasn't to be messed with. Her attention quickly called back to cellphone, which ended with a simple goodbye.
Greg looked down and away from her, erection still throbbing defiantly in his shorts, contemplating his options. He was in her territory, in her limo, miles away from civilization unless he followed the road back to his town which would take hours and she could easily catch him before making any real progress. Greg was effectively cornered and Shan'tika knew this. Defeated and with no options left, Greg was forced to obey. He raised his back off the seat and started to unbutton his shorts and started to slide both boxers and shorts down below the knees. With his boybits exposed, Shan'tika hissed most pleased at what she saw. Her mind recalled what she saw earlier in the Gas-n-Go bathroom, how large it was, how it dominated the bathroom stall. Sadly she was more focused on ridding a threat to her prize and now next to her hand was the object of her desire. Whatever he did to make it so large, she was curious and interested, but for now he needed to learn his place. "You'd do well not to defy me Boy," Shan'tika spoke as her hand motioned around his sheath, tracing a finger along it, "I reward those who listen, and punish those who disobey. But..." Her finger traveled upwards along the swelling sheath to the pink tip that poked outwards, "I am a fair Businesswoman, Greg, and like any good businesswoman...." Her hand gripped his sheath, making Greg gasp. It was also the first time he noticed she used his name this whole ride. "I reward little sheep who follow, and I also crush little sheep who don't obey." Upon the word 'crush', Shan'tika squeezed the Lapine's sheath rather painfully, making Greg cry out in pain, hands gripping the seatcushion. "Are we crystal clear, Boy? I did not invest this sum of time to have such a disobedient sheep." Shan'tika snorted, right into Greg's ear, obviously backing up her words with violence...or worse.
Greg visibly shuddered as his boybits throbbed in Shan'tika's hand, noticing at normal size it barely seemed to fit in her hand. All Greg did was nodnod his head eagerly, "Ye-yes!" Upon queue, the pain subsided, replaced with a gentle caress that Greg would have easily welcomed over pain. "Good Boy." Her hand traveled upwards, tickling along his chest and then cradled the Lapine's chin within her hand. His head was gently turned, now face to face with his captor. The next thing she did surprised him. She kissed him, pursing her lips together and pushed up against his. Greg did not resist, even as her tongue pushed into his mouth and explored. Her tongue suddenly lurched forward, down into the back of his throat and forced the bunny to gag and attempt to cough. Down below, Greg felt a finger rub along his legs then along side his sorts. One sharp claw tore through Greg's shorts effortlessly, rendering them useless as they fell off his legs in pieces. Just as the last bits and pieces of the Lapine's clothing (save for a shirt and a pair of socks), Shan'tika pulled her face away, her tongue flicking up and out of his mouth. "I can taste your bitterness, Greg. I can taste that bitterness for me but I think we will have a more mutual understanding when we arrive at my little home on on the hill..." Bitter was right. An unsavory flavor, not brought by her tongue, poisoned the inside of his mouth. Shan'tika's hand withdrew, fingers tickling under his chin as they curled into her palm. "You will be nude for the duration of your stay, Boy. I need my little investment to be open to me at ALL times." All Greg did was nod his head in obedience. Ms. Shantika closed her hand into a fist and withdrew it away from his body, pulling out her cellphone and dialing out once more. Greg kept his hands on his crotch the rest of the ride...
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A gentle stop brought the Lapine to his senses. Curious, he looked out the window to see a fence looming in one direction that looked much too tall to climb over. 'So much for the idea of escaping...' He commented mentally as the thoughts of escaping and freedom left him. The limo pulled into the gated area then up to the door. Greg gaped and gawked at the towering mansion. Three stories of "I'm rich! Wanna see how much I have?" seemed to rise from the ground. "Alright Boy, we need to get you to your room. I am needed elsewhere. My butler will get you food. Ask him for whatever you want and it shall be made." Shan'tika awaited her driver to open the door for her, "And Boy, don't think about trying to escape. You. Won't. Get. Far." The last four words appeared as bold text inside Greg's mind, further adding doom to his current situation. Ms. Shan'tika stepped out of her limo and into her home. Greg, having put up with that monster, along with the terrible feeling in his gut, vomited.
"No no! Not on the...never mind." A voice called from Greg's left. It was the Beagle from earlier. "Ahh...Kid, why'd you have to do that? Didja get car sick? I admit she's a bitch but I think she'd have some goddamn courtesy to let you do it on the side of the road or something." All the Beagle did was take his hat off and scratch his head, not seeming to mind the fact he cursed in front of a 12 year old. He was the caretaker of Ms. Shan'tika's limo. He also was the driver. "S-sorry," Greg said, covering his nudity once more. "It's fine Kid, just get out of here. I brought you a towel to cover yourself. Your bags are at the front door." The Beagle tossed him a towel, allowing himself to cover up and step out of the vehicle. The Butler, still patiently waiting for Greg, opened the door for him. The Butler was a Feline, male obviously. He looked prime and proper, but he looked a little young to be a butler (compared to movies that is), probably in his early 30's.. "Greetings Master Greg, I'm our Lady's butler, Jeeves." The Butler bowed politely. Greg blinked, "No way." Jeeves simply chuckled and nodded. "You're right. I'm not Jeeves. Call me Smithson. Anyway let's get these bags to your room. If you hear giggling, pay it no mind. You'll find out what it is soon enough." With both bags in his hands, Smithson made his way up a flight of stairs, turning to look over his shoulder at Greg who appeared to be gawking at the mansion again.
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Meanwhile in the limo, the Beagle was grumbling to himself while cleaning up the mess Greg had made. After cleaning up the bits and pieces of clothing, the vomit, managed to stumble upon a disk. "Huh. Must belong to that kid. I'll return it later..."
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-notes to clean up-
A small role, I wanted to put Greg (the bunny character who's also the main character) in a situation where he would scout the mansion of the MILF who sorta captured him and he stumbles upon a harem of boys ranging from ages 11 to 15. You've sorta taken on the role of the "leader" of this willing yet unwilling band of harem boys, explaining to Greg how they're prisoners there, but stay willingly because they have nowhere else to go.
Choco - Leader - Dog/Cat hybrid
Umby - Bunny
ESpy - Pink Bunny
Possible cockvore