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Below is my introductory story using her character, I also introduce her 'care taker' Bruno, who I will have illustrated later. Rachel will eventually be the dominant character, but in the intro and first couple small chapters she's out of her element and adapting to a new environment, but expect to see A LOT more of her soon, going to be my main character of focus for a while. There will be a lot of moderate to extreme content involving her character, but no extreme violence or any extremely-odd fetishes, but she's durable and likes to get in trouble, so don't feel bad for any of the 'trouble' she gets herself into >3
The story is below, not a lot of sex but enough I'm labeling this mature. More coming soon, stay tuned.
Piporete will be opening for bust/icon commissions in the near future, has to clear up some older commissions first, but it will be fun watching him bring his amazing art style to other peoples' characters soon, they're and extremely skilled artist.
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Leaving Xiziel City
By Allzys on Ink Bunny
Introduction:
Xiziel is a future city of Earth where anthros are dominant and humans barely exist, mostly under protection at universities or private laboratories. The anthro population are mostly mixed mammal species with multiple levels of hybridization, but usually a dominant trait with one and sometimes two sub-dominant traits. The anthros were created after a period of forced evolution, where every species on Earth went through an evolutionary jump so dramatic it reset the entire ecosystem, throwing primates off dominant status. Humans destroyed most of themselves in the evolutionary leap, mostly in the wars that happened after, and then the anthro population began to hunt the survivors when they began to grow intellectually, forcing them to integrate or putting them in small reservations that most anthros didn't visit. The remaining Humans become a tribal people for a short period of time until the Humans turned over the ruins of their cities to the new peoples of Terra, and fundamentally adopted the Human population as domesticated pets.
Some forsaken spirit of Human technology was preserved, and the collaboration between anthro species allowed them to extrapolate from the fragments they found, into a world that evolved even more quickly than the Humans had. But much of what they found of the Humans' lore was archaic chaos to them now, their civilizations not burdened with antiquated rules, and hardly desiring to return to the way of the Humans and their self-imposed destruction. Most Human religion, theology, and law are not only forsaken, but made outright illegal. Following natural law and common sense, the people are largely unaware of the Human ancient history, and many of the anthro population believe they are a myth, virtual digital avatars, or synthetic beings, even when they rarely see one in public.
New mega-cities are constructed next to the old ones, integrating and remembering the better parts of Human infrastructure, while moving on from their feeble ways. The Old Towns construct on top of the old ruins to integrate them in memorial for an event hardly anyone remembers, slowly gnawing away at the last remains as they continue to integrate the old cities and their foundations. The gleaming tower-tops hide the Old Towns' darker secrets though, the deeper into the shadows one travels, the more they dive into the darker end of the anthro society, and even underground where a few of the last Human-worshiping anthro cults still persist, trying to bring back The Old Ways.
It's inferred if you go out of your way to travel there, and aren't afraid of being hazed by the street population, that people traveling into the Old Town were after darker forms of entertainment, usually involving free sex and drug usage, both of which dissuaded the dainty from bothering their territory. Even though you could get away with anything there, especially with the synthetic beings, the upper city kept their debauchery at bay with loosely enforced laws that they only used to quell the cities' underground, rather than suppressing it entirely.
In one of the private members clubs on the edge of one of the larger cities Xiziel, on it's border with Old Town, the establishment decided to bend the rules and not only brought in non-synth youths to the club, but they were significantly younger than the generally-accepted three year old age, often inferring they were bred specifically for sexual use, which was frowned upon but some of the prissy city elite. Inhabiting some of the more thoroughly destroyed ruins, barely propped up and cleaned into a park, only the rich were allowed to see what persisted below. The building that had existed there before had an underground parking garage that had survived better than most of the underground structures in the area, the parking stalls becoming business fronts to suit every desire or need, especially those not allowed further up the city's business. Still, every so often they would raid the place and make a few arrests, but they very rarely made it to the deeper levels of the organization. Today was one of those days, another young Captain promising to clean the place up once and for all, either naive or ignorant to the persistence of the carefree society and it's long-standing history.
They knew they couldn't arrest everyone, just a few dozen would do, and they made sure to wait until informants told them certain individuals were “out of play” before they raided the place, characters so dangerous even a squad of officers wouldn't take them. One of the most neutral, and most dangerous, of these was a large black rhino named Bruno, who happened to be taking a little break with one of the area's more popular cubs, a five year old raccoon named Rachel, her stage name being the only one she had been given since the day she was born. Her mother was both a prostitute and a professional surrogate mother, and her womb was always for rent, and she never knew any of her children, just the cash they would produce upon their birth. Despite the police being afraid of Bruno, Rachel was well accustomed to larger males, and had grown fond of the sometimes over-protective rhino, enough they had become fast friends . . . really fast. They were in one of the drainage corridors, dry but dark with only a few shafts of light breaking through the cracked ceiling, the even that had destroyed the building also cracking into the underground a fair way.
Chapter 1
In one of the dim shafts of light the young raccoon cub was getting thrown up and down along the rhino's big, thick black dick, huffing with each harsh shove downward as her immature cervix slurped at his slightly prolapsed equine-like penis. The slurping, smacking and huffing noises of the two of them were the only sounds in the hallway, Bruno getting close and starting to grunt a bit. Rachel already orgasmed once thanks to his expert tongue, Bruno extremely experienced with the younger ladies and how to get them wound up. The older teens and women in the club were always trying to get him in trouble, trying to get him to fight, because they thought it was easy for him and enjoyed watching the other males be emasculated by the alpha. Secretly he just wanted to leave in peace, just wanted to be able to let his guard down, and only a few of the girls were truly neutral around him, Rachel one of them, and their bond was the strongest at the particular club he worked at.
Unfortunately the club had been accepting more infants, babies and toddlers, something that was still somewhat illegal in the sentimentally-removed cities, almost no victimless crime being enforced. It took them more than five years to catch on, the normal girls age six and above being left alone and covering for the smaller ones, but after some underground investigation, girls like Rachel had been discovered, who had been sold into The Square from the moment they were born, and a few abandoned girls as well, although Rachel had been sold by her mother the day she was born, and everyone there was her family, but Bruno in particular was the closes mentor to a father that the young cub had.
Suddenly there was a rumbling under the rhino's large military style boots, then a concussion of banging racing down the hallway, but Rachel couldn't hear after her face was buried in his chest, holding on as he pumped at her with the first portion of his two foot long black dick. After the rush of noise from below, a megaphone could be heard through the cracks above, unintelligible but obviously coming from a police raid. Bruno slowed his rapid pumping until he stopped all together, Rachel taking a moment to catch her breath before speaking.
“I told you not to stop,” she said with a shaky, slightly irritated voice, and a half-hearted giggle at the end.
“You can't hear that? Your ears are better than mine kid,” he said, realizing his body had blocked the sound from her, sliding her slowly off his cock, five inches of his almost three inch wide dick pulling loose with a sloppy sound, letting a rivulet of their mixed arousal fall from between her pussy lips. “I think the police are raiding The Square, but they shouldn't come down here,” he said while placing her on her sandals that had been left on the concrete.
“The last time they raided all I did was hide, I was too young for them to find me,” Rachel said unafraid in a matter-of-fact tone, slipping her sandals on and hugging Bruno's bare thigh. “Let's just hide down here until the noise goes away.”
'The noise' was what their slang for anything police related. As infrequent as their stings were, even Bruno knew this one was a bit more showy than the last one, the new 'chief' had to prove himself.
“The last time they raided it was quiet and fast, all underground, but now they're up above making a show for the cameras, I think they're going to be here a while.” Bruno flashed back to the last time he had killed a cop being the last raid, he crushed three of them, but one was just a young girl in body armor, some young punk raccoon just barely old enough for The Noise, he decided not to tell Rachel how much he regretted that moment. “We need to get out of the heat for a while, I won't know how long until we get above and figure out how wide their perimeter is.”
“What if they're all around us,” Rachel said, tone wavering only slightly as she hugged him closer, looking back down the long dark tunnel from where they had come.
“They'll know to hit the generator room, and its not far from here, but there's a couple exits to the street from there, and I know the police won't use one of them. We have to get there before they do though, so we can get out before they wrap their heads around The Square.”
She didn't ask anymore questions, her foot raised with his and fell with his step, and he shortened his pace so she could match his step. Rachel was actually one of the most street-smart girls in the whole place, even the Seniors respected her beyond her age. Her mother was transient and didn't stay in any city for too long, wanted to see the world so-to-speak, but the petite raccoon cub had all of her mother's self-confidence and then some. She learned from Bruno, rather than just taking advantage of the security he offered, and he had sort of adopted her as a creepy uncle, and taught her how to fight, even use small weapons. They both had signals they shared for when she was on stage, and she might see something bad about to happen, and would alert Bruno without missing a beat of her stage act, allowing nearly-violent situations to get resolved almost silently thanks to her alert mind. When she wasn't on stage, or pleasing clients, she was alone in her room working on self-defense weaponry, and she was just starting to learn how to use electricity and circuitry. She also made her own electric scooters and electric skateboards to get around the underground tunnels more effectively, and although she didn't speak a lot with the other girls in the club, they all secretly envied and respected her, especially her durable spirit.
Rachel was average height for her age, but with wide hips and muscular thighs, a voluptuous posterior and a thick pussy that presented itself nicely between her ass cheeks and thighs, especially when she bent over for the audience. She looked like she was designed for her line of work despite her age, a very cute face with mischievous smirk, relatively muscular and athletic with a flexible frame, and all the thickness in just the right spots that made her one of the more requested girls.
Now, trotting behind Bruno to the generating room, she tried to quickly wipe away a tear, the prospect entering her mind that she might actually have to leave this hole-in-the-ground behind for a while. She used every opporunity to impress Bruno with her strength and resolve, so she refrained from crying or sniffing, but as they turned a big hallway under Bruno's direction, they were met with a blinding wall of light.
“On yer knees!”
The demand came muffled behind a mask, and they didn't properly identify themselves, and Bruno didn't care. He lowered his head and pointed his two long ridge horns at them and dared them to get in his way, picking up Rachel in the same moment, and inhaling very deeply so he could tuck her tiny body underneath the liquid-ceramic body armor he always wore. His anthro feet weren't as strong as his ancient feral brethren, but the stampeding cacophony of his boots accompanying his challenging roar still had a similar effect, they men moved quickly out of the way, practically hugging each other as they huddled in the corner of the floor and wall, trying to make themselves as small as possible . . . but one dumb rookie was too terrified to do anything but literally stand in place and shit himself, even before Bruno's horns entered his body, breaking through his fabric armor and piercing the unfortunate soul. The weight of the rookie's body didn't stop his charge, and Bruno didn't stop either, until he rebounded off the backup generator that was original to the building, operational bun unused, and now repainted in blood. With a shrug to the side he tossed the officer off his snout, crumpling against the wall.
With no time for remorse, and not wanting Rachel to see what he had just done, Bruno quickly made his way to the vertical ladder going up to the main basement level, but heard heavy footsteps cross the manhole cover, and knew they would have to use the old sewers instead. They had put in new upgraded high-flow systems into the old ruins to facilitate the businesses that resided in The Square, because the deeper and older system was also damaged and hard to access. Bruno didn't go down their either, didn't know the area, but he had tracked people down there only for other security members to find them above ground shortly after, so he knew there was a way to the surface through the broken tunnels. The officers regrouping behind him gave him little choice but to carry Rachel awkwardly the entire way, but the cub had some idea of what was happening outside, and was content focusing on breathing and holding onto his chubby but firm belly. They didn't follow him further underground, they were only hoping he would leave them alone. The order to disengage came moments after he had already left, and their only reply was 'officer down'. They didn't chase him, and he managed to make his way out through the outer ruins of The Square, only a few bystanders noticing him just long enough to give a couple quick nods and being about their business, nobody knew what he had done besides The Noise.
He knew he needed to get away from the noise for a long time though, his place of business would be wrecked for a while now that an officer had been taken out of the line of duty. When nearing Xiziel jurisdiction limits he would hear reports of the officer being on life support, and felt the slightest bit of relief, Rachel comfortably sleeping between his armor and belly in the back of the shipping container, on their way to the countryside where the farming equipment inside would be delivered.
The last Bruno had known, her father worked in the adult film industry, and had sired more than one estranged daughter, and had left because of gambling debt so he could “learn to farm instead, grow it instead of blow it all the time” was the last words he remembered him muttering, before he left with his last favors cashed in. He could at least ditch Rachel out there for a little while, he only knew the equipment dealers out there though, not the farmers, but maybe the young cub would be better off on a farm for a while . . . she had lived in the city her entire life afterall.
Chapter 2
Bruno woke with a loud snort, taking a moment to realize they had stopped and the back of the truck was being unlocked. He unfastened one corner of his body armor and Rachel slithered out almost immediately, reluctant to leave the body warmth.
“I should know these guys,” he told her quietly, as the almost nude raccoon cub stepped out onto the cold steel shipping container floor. “One of them is an equipment dealer, the first one outside the city, and he distributes to the smaller farms.” The black rhino sat upright and pulled his pistol out. “I want you to stay behind me until I figure out whether they'll recognize me or not, lots of bandits stealing equipment these days.”
“Oh-kay,” she said with a whisper, taking a few steps back, but secretly ready to pounce any threat herself, if it came through Bruno.
After more metallic clanking the door opened slowly, a stout female mouse about as wide as they were tall shining a flashlight in, hitting Bruno's legs and quickly flashing upward to his face.
“Oh dear Heavens,” they nearly exclaimed, but not with the fearful tone Rachel was used to hearing. “You have to be him, couldn't be another like you.”
“I'm not any trouble, if that's what you mean,” he said in a gruff tone, but Rachel felt like he was holding back, and was worried he was afraid for some reason. “Me and the kid don't need anything but safe passage to Clearview.”
“What kid?!” The mouse jerked the flashlight down to the side expecting to see someone there, but when he looked back to Bruno, Rachel leaped out a him from the other side, hidden next to the shadows of the wall.
“NO! Rachel, don't you hurt her,” Bruno barked out his command, the nude five year old raccoon climbing off the small rodent obediently, who was recovering from having the air knocked out of her.
“I knew you wasn't bandits!” She yelled out, as if trying to explain. “Nobody knows how to pick my custom trailer locks fast enough to get past my eye,” the older female mouse slowly got to her feet, “except one unscrupulous fellow from a long time ago.”
“I thought I recognized the truck, but couldn't be sure,” Bruno said, stepping down off the trailer, but only barely, he was half the height the elevated trailer door, and could nearly fill the entire back of the trailer with his silhouette. “But it wasn't the right color, so I didn't know until I saw the lock. I'm glad you still check yer own loads.”
“I pack a couple too,” the mouse said, slapping her side, a few metallic tapping noises announcing the presence of a large revolver. “Got one in the cab that's even bigger, but I doubt either 'ed be a match fer ya,” she said with a big grin, showing a more gold teeth than real ones. She looked down at Rachel quizzically, her smile fading only slightly.
“I took a job in the city, got out of the equipment business, but the city is going to hell, and I needed to get out, brought the kid with me.” His explained, being honest without giving too many other details. “She was from a club, one of the type you wouldn't like, and I need to go back for the others, but I want her to be safe first.”
“Well, there's not much fer adoption or foster care out here, most people have too many mouths to feed between the feral beasts and their kin, but Clearview is still about twenty minutes away, but I'm switching trucks here.” They thought a moment silently. “After I hook up, I guess I could wait for a an hour to radio into dispatch that I'm on my way, the load isn't time sensitive.” They thought for a couple moments longer, the mouse rubbing her chin a little. “And I want the shimming tool you used to pick the lock . . . again.”
They both had a bit of a chuckle, even Rachel smiling now at the duo's exchange, Bruno handing her a zipped hard case from his pocket.
“Those are all my advanced picking tools,” he said with a slow, stern voice,” I can make another set before I'd ever need them again.”
“You were so good at fixing things,” the mouse said with an endearing smile while looking at the tools inside the case,” and things were so safe when you were just a boy.”
A long, deep sigh from the nearly eight foot tall hulk, reminiscing about when he used to be a simple mechanic, just assembling kits from the factory. Machines for the farmers that usually took a small crane to put together were easy challenges for Bruno. It was before he had wandered into the city only to realize the people were smaller as the buildings got bigger, and he was one of the biggest private bouncers in the entire region. He secretly hated the work though, especially when chads were cruel to the girls, but not enough that they were breaking the rules, but secretly he always wanted to do something about it. Maybe that's why he had stayed in the city for so long, more than a decade now, protecting the younger girls at The Square whenever he could.
“I might settle out here someday, it was nice to have neighbors who didn't care I was big and black, or that I had a bit of a history.” He felt choked up just the tiniest bit. “I missed being able to let my guard down, and now I realize the city is no place to raise a cub anymore,” he trailed off, making eye contact with Rachel, who immediately hugged her huge guardian.
“You fancy yourself their father then,” the nameless mouse said with a wave of her hand, he only nodded slightly,” then you will settle down faster than you think. You could stay here in Brax and have your old job back in an instant, but if you're set on Clearview, we can be there in a few. There's a inn with a tavern you're probably familiar with a bit if you know the city, I'll drop you off there, no questions asked, and you can even give me a ring if you were saying you'll be in and out with more girls.”
Bruno chuckled a little, taking the last remark figuratively and literally. Indeed, the only way to get to know Bruno was through sexual favors, or silver and gold bullion, his only accepted form of money. All of the girls at the club knew is dick well, being the only rhino around made him functionally sterile, and he was so well endowed and muscular that he had been in a few of the video productions as well, especially with Rachel since she could handle his girth so well.
“I could use the help, if you're willing, I promise not to get you wrapped up in anything too deep.”
Rachel could only laugh out loud at the last remark, and the silly juxtaposition of the mouse's size to the rhino. The laughing persisted as some strange filament of her imagination began putting the two of them together in bed, the round mouse completely suspended on the end of his long black dick as she looked ready to pop, and after a few moments all three of them were laughing.
“I think I have a t-shirt you might like, while you find some clothes,” the mouse said, waddling off to the cab of the truck, coming back with a wad and tossing it to her. “I hauled a mobile stage for a heavy metal concert the other day, almost as much speakers as there was stage, but they were throwing out so much free merch I decided to grab a couple shirts, you can have the other one.”
What the mousy lady didn't realize is that Rachel was very experienced with music, her favorite pastime besides sex, and she was very much a punk rocker and metal head. It wasn't a band logo she had seen before though, and resolved to discover exactly who they were, but quickly tossed the shirt on. The short sleeves went all the way to her elbows, and the lower hem half past her thighs, acting like a short dress for the otherwise nude cub. Rachel looked down at the shirt design, then up at the mouse with a tear forming in her eye, the young girl left speechless once again. The mouse invited them both along to unhook the trailer and pick up their next load, Rachel sitting in Brunos lap as he took up most of the cabin space himself, soon falling asleep again in the early morning light.
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Next chapter coming soon, and it will be mostly about Rachel in the next couple chapters, and the zanny antics she gets involved in her new environment.