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Commissioned by DuffCollie on FurAffinity, reposted here by way of example of my work. Approx. 2300 words

Includes: Multiple partner sex; public use; herms; cuckolding

Like Rabbits

An erotic tale by Kalylia

Clover smiled to herself as she stood in front of her closet. She brushed her long, lop ears over her shoulder and tightened the towel about her body slightly. Choosing an outfit was always such a task, but tonight it was extra-important that she looked perfect. The perfectly snow-white bunny furrowed her brow as she fussed through several dress options.

Too long... Too summery... Too innocent... she thought. One by one she flicked dress after dress to the back of the closet. Finally, she found it. The dress was a shade of red somewhere right before crimson, like a lipstick stain on the collar of a white shirt, and was so short it barely covered her soft, round little rump with its flowing skirt.

The towel fell away from her body and she stepped into a pair of panties made of nothing but sheer, black lace. She smiled to herself and spun a little turn as she slipped into a matching bra that pushed her breasts up and together in all the right ways. It was impossible not to feel sexy in it.

Just as she was starting to put the dress on, her bedroom door opened. "Clover?" called a familiar voice. "I was wondering what the plan for supper tonight was? I was thinking about making something nice..."

Duff, her mate, peeked around the corner with a smiling face. His eyes widened slightly at seeing his partner half-dressed in a jaw-dropping outfit. "Well I wasn't thinking that nice," he murmured, licking his lips.

Clover blushed. Duff couldn't know where she was actually going tonight, after all. "Love, I told you. The girls and I are going out tonight, remember? Misty just got out of that horrible relationship and she needs cheering up, so we're taking her clubbing." She quickly zipped up the back of her dress and fluffed her short hair that perfectly matched the rest of her cottony-white fur. She crossed the space between them and gently kissed his cheek. "How about tomorrow we have a nice night in?" she says with an apologetic smile.

A little blush touched Duff's cheeks. The border collie smiled a bit, tail wagging slightly. "That sounds great. Sorry I forgot about your plans. I'm a little scatterbrained tonight I guess."

"That's alright, Duff. You know I still love you," Clover said with a little giggle. "Now, I've got to get moving. I'm running late!" she added, playfully shoving past him.

After quickly pulling on a pair of black heels with ribbons that criss-crossed up her calves to the knee and grabbing her purse, she shouted over her shoulder, "Don't wait up for me, Duff! We'll be out late."

"Just make sure you catch a cab home. Be safe." he called from the kitchen.

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Clover couldn't stop blushing as she drove to the club. She hadn't lied to Duff about that part, at least. But Risque Business wasn't a regular club. This very special establishment catered to kink scenes and fantasy fulfilllment. And tonight was her night. Her heart raced in her chest as she pulled into the parking lot. She'd been instructed to park in the back, but even as she pulled around, she could see the sign out front.

"Introducing: Clover! Stop in. It's your lucky night." The little "o" in her name had a pair of bunny ears growing out the top, and in the corner was a small four-leaf clover. It was a clever sign, she had to admit, and it was bound to bring in a number of customers.

She parked her car and stepped out, smiling as she was escorted through the back entrance by a burly-looking bouncer. The doberman didn't say much, but he exuded a protective sort of

presence. She knew, at least, that she would be safe here. After all, she wanted this.

Her thoughts began to race through all the possibilities the night ahead could hold. She blushed as she noticed the bouncer's nose twitching. Her panties were already getting damp, and her unique scent began to perfume the air around her.

"Mistress Olivia will take care of you from here," the doberman said with a little huff and left her standing in a cozy little room. The lighting was low, and the walls were red, almost the same color as her dress. A lovely black leather sofa sat in the corner, covered in plush pillows in reds and golds and blacks. Just as Clover was about to settle in those comfortable pillows, the door to the room re-opened, revealing Mistress Olivia.

Mistress Olivia was truly a beautiful woman - striking in her features. She was a vixen in every sense of the word, her white and silver fur accented by thick black markings, the most attractive of which were a pair of eye-liner like markings that swirled from the corners of her eyes up to her tall ears. When Clover met her the first time, Olivia had been dressed in a simple pair of black slacks and a beautiful deep green blouse. She looked absolutely professional.

Tonight, Mistress Olivia looked professional in an entirely different way. She was dressed head-to-toe in form-fitting black leather, from the knee-high boots, to the skin-tight pants, to the gorgeous corset that cinched her waist and accented her breasts, laced down the back in a lovely, feminine pink. Clover instinctively bowed her head to the vixen, smiling.

"Alright, Clover. I'm going to let you know how the night is expected to proceed," the vixen began in a smart, business-like tone. "We'll have you in the main room tonight, set up on a slightly raised platform stage. That way, anyone in the audience will be able to see what's happening from any angle in the room. I will be regulating the flow of patrons up onto the stage to interact with you. We'll start slow, and I'll increase the number slowly. If you feel there's too much going on for you to handle at any moment and you need the night to end, you are to use your safeword. Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pineapple," Clover said confidently. Not that she planned on using it. She wanted this. All of it.

"Very good," Mistress Olivia said. "I will be finishing the preparations now. I'll return for you in a few minutes. Please, make yourself comfortable."

The vixen turned to leave the room, but just before she did, she looked back over your shoulder. "That dress is absolutely stunning on you. Our patrons are in for quite the treat tonight."

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The main room of Risque Business had been completely transformed just for her. Clover stepped out along a luscious red carpet that painted a direct line to the stage. She held her head high as she walked along. The room was full of people. Some were bound to be onlookers only, and others... Others would get a chance to see exactly what she had to offer. There was a deep, thrumming beat playing through the stereo system. Combined with the low lighting, the slight fog misting along the floor, and the scents of sandalwood, cedar, and rose made the atmosphere feel primal.

And for Clover, that primal feeling was freeing.

She stepped up onto the slightly raised stage, suddenly very aware of all the eyes on her. Her eyes fluttered around the room, and just as she was about to become too shy to continue, Mistress Olivia stepped onto the stage. She gave the lop-eared rabbit a reassuring little smile, and then began circling along the stage, addressing the full, three-hundred-sixty-degree audience.

"Welcome to a very special night at Risque Business!" she called. "Tonight, I would like to introduce you to Clover." The vixen flicked out a riding crop, tapping Clover's rump to encourage her to turn for the entire ground to see her. "As you can see, she's dressed up to show off her assets." A quick flick of the crop to her rear and each of her breasts made the rabbit give a little squeak of surprise. That simple noise caused a stir in the audience, and Mistress Olivia tucked the crop under Clover's chin. using it to raise her head high. "Now give them a smile, beautiful bunny. Because soon enough, your mouth is going to be busy with other things..."

The cheeky little grin that flashed over Clover's muzzle elicited several cat-calls from the audience. Her nerves were gone now. All she was left with was excitement, desire, and the scent of her own wetness.

Mistress Olivia smiled again and nodded, gently guiding Clover to a risen, padded bench on the center of the stage. She sat down and crossed her legs, looking a picture of sensuality. She was ready for everything.

And everything was what she was about to get.

At Mistress Olivia's signal, two figures came up onto the stage. One appeared to be male, and the other female with an ample bosom. The masculine feline took a place behind Clover, and before she could turn her head to look at him, he grabbed her by the arms and tugged her back against his chest, kneeling up on the bench as though to keep her from escaping. And from that first touch, Clover knew she didn't want to escape at all. The female in front of her was beautiful. She looked a bit like a leopardess, though as her breath quickened and Clover's eyes were drawn to her heaving breasts held taught in a green corset, she caught glimpses of tiger-like stripes. But as her little tutu skirt slipped away from her hips, Clover could see a half-erect cock twitching in anticipation. Her breath catches in her throat in her own excitement as she stepped forward, one paw coaxing her cock to full excitement while the other unceremoniously yanked the sheer lace panties Clover had so painstakingly chosen from her body, tossing them off to the side of the stage.

The feline herm held Clover's gaze the entire time as she made that forward move. And perhaps she would have held her gaze longer, but the moment that tapered, slightly barbed pride pushed into her slick slit, the rabbit's head tilted back against the chest of the male holding her still with a shuddering little cry. The herm growled softly in her pleasure as she bucked a bit more sharply into Clover's tight sex, leaning forward to get the best angles. Her paws settled on the sides of the bench, gripping to give herself leverage as she began mercilessly pummeling Clover back into the arms of the man holding her. It wasn't long before Clover was screaming. The heavy base of the music, the gasping and tangible pressure of the audience brought Clover to heights she had never felt before. In a moment of heated passion, she and the herm feline reached climax together, but just as her own orgasm started, the shemale pulled her cock free of the spasming walls of Clover's tight little tunnel and shuddered as her seed splattered across the red of her dress.

And thus began a torrent of individuals coming to the stage at the behest of the vixen Mistress. Under the heat of her own lust, Clover quickly lost count of how many people she serviced and how many simply serviced themselves using her. It started with groups of two or three, sometimes her muzzle full of a cock, while another pounded into her pussy. The first group of four that came to the stage included a herm whom Clover's face settled underneath, tongue flashing out to pet along a soft clit while her paws busied themselves with the throbbing equine cock above those delicate feminine folds.

The groups kept getting larger, and switching faster. An early group of four flipped her over onto her hands and knees. One male slipped underneath her, his tapered canine cock shoving up into her already slick and willing cunt. Another cock pressed up against her tight little tailhole, slickly lubed and finding a slow, but pleasurable pace into her ass. As her mouth opened to cry out in a mix of surprised pain and pleasure, it was filled with yet another stiff, throbbing pride.

The rest of the night melded into flashes of sensation and single images. She remembered a condom, thick with reptilian cum tossed off to the side, the contents running out and down the side of the stage. There was a particular dragon whose dick twisted up to hit her most sensitive spots with a natural sort of ease she didn't think possible. A couple of females brought some sort of buzzing toy that teased her for so long she begged, screaming, to cum again. She remembered a pair of piercing golden eyes that stared deep into her own as the owner plowed her. The scents of sandalwood and rose faded under the memorable scent of tangy cum, palpable excitement, and the heated sweat of well over fifty bodies.

Mistress Olivia called the end to the scene, seamlessly transitioning the patrons to the bar in the next room for cocktails or to the room on the opposite side to get themselves cleaned up first. Once the audience had all gone, the vixen carefully moved to Clover, who lay panting, eyes a bit glossed, on the bench.

"I'm going to have Damian come take you to the Aftercare Room, alright, Clover?"

"Yes, Mistress Olivia," Clover managed to reply through her panting.

"Did you enjoy your night?"

Clover could only nod in response.

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Clover sat quietly in the backseat of the cab on the way home from Risque Business, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, her dress tucked away in a bag to keep Duff from seeing or smelling the fluids covering it. It would be easy enough to tell him that they'd ended up back at Misty's place for after-bar drinks and noms, and she hadn't wanted to hang out in her dress there, so she borrowed a set of sweats to be comfortable. She was sore all over, and still shivering in the memories of the night she'd just experienced.

She resolved to call Mistress Olivia again soon to set up another night at Risque Business.