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Champ Bear stood atop the platform, between Funshine and Best Friend Bear, each on their own lower platforms. Bouquet of flowers in hand and gold medal with blue ribbon around his neck, Champ drank in the roaring approval of the crowd. He was always careful not to let his ego run away from him, but what was the point of striving to be the best if you didn't indulge once in a while?
All of Care-a-lot and many of the neighboring towns were present in the sea of vibrant colors and smiling faces. They were his fans and he adored them. As he surveyed the crowd, there were some faces he'd never seen before. One of them, a red bear, was giving him a peculiar look Champ had never seen before.
The race finished and the awards distributed, the only thing left was the party. The party itself spanned all of Care-a-Lot, with cloud ferries transporting partygoers to and from the Waterfall Cloud and Rainshine Meadows. Champ proudly showed off his medal, still careful to congratulate the other racers when he met them, but still, cast curious glances around from time to time, searching for the new bears he'd seen earlier. Champ was mingling with his fans when Cheer Bear approached him.
"Have you seen Oopsy?" She asked, concerned.
"Not since last night." Champ answered. "I was hoping to see him here. We got the festival back together in time, so everything worked out."
"Oh." She said, brow furrowed in concern. "I can't find him anywhere. He's not at home, he's not at the party, Wingnut hasn't seen him, either. I'm really worried about him."
"I'll keep an eye out for him." He said, offering comfort. "Hey. I'm sure we'll find him."
"I hope so." Cheer said, walking away to continue her search. As she left, Champ caught a glimpse of red and an unfamiliar face. Politely breaking away from his conversation, Champ went over to welcome these new faces to Care-a-Lot.
Getting closer, he saw there were three new bears. One female bear with red lipstick and gave Champ a strange look, almost hungry, as he approached.
"Well, hello there." She said, looking over his body, licking her lip. She made Champ uncomfortable. "What can I do for a boy like you?"
"Easy, party girl." A purple male with a pink swirl on his belly interrupted her. "Sorry about her. She gets... enthusiastic with new people."
"Oh, no problem." Champ said, barely able to mask his discomfort. "Welcome to Care-a-Lot! My name's Champ Bear!"
"Deep Trance Bear!" Said the purple bear, placing a paw to his own chest.
"Dark Thoughts..." Said the blue girl, getting a little too close to Champ. "I'd love to give you a few..."
"She means her name is Dark Thoughts." The voice was cold but strong and stern. It belonged to a bright red male bear, with a grey padlock belly badge and yellow eyes. "My name is Rough Love Bear. You're Champ, you said?"
"Yea-uh yuh-yes." Champ stuttered.
"Aww..." Dark Thoughts cooed. "Is someone flustered?" She tried to step closer, but thankfully, Deep Trance had her by the scruff of the neck.
"Down, girl!" Deep Trance said.
"Interesting bunch." Champ said.
"Like you can't imagine." Rough Love said, smirking. "I saw you out there. Nice performance. You must have trained hard for that."
"Oh, I did!" Champ said, swelling once more with pride. "Didn't know they were going with the obstacle course until we were at the starting line."
"You hadn't planned for that?" Rough Love was clearly impressed. "Improvised thinking! Now I'm really starting to like you!"
"Aw shucks!" Champ blushed. "I'm always happy to meet fans!"
"I'll be at the sweet shop later." Rough Love said. "Why don't you swing by so I can get you a celebratory cake? My treat!"
"Well, okay." Champ said, eager to make new friends, but still troubled by the strange behavior.
"Sweet." Rough Love said. "See you later, trophy boy." Rough Love gave a brief wink before leaving. Champ didn't know how to interpret that. He jumped when Dark Thoughts and Deep Trance both patted his rump, passing on opposite sides of him, turning back and smiling at him before they, too vanished into the crowd.
"What."
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The sun was just nearing the horizon when Champ arrived at the sweet shop, still nervous about his meeting with admittedly the most disturbing fans he'd ever met. Still, everyone deserved the benefit of the doubt. He was still determined to be as accommodating as possible to his fans.
As he neared, he saw Rough Love step around the shop and into the alleyway. Champ followed, trying to convince himself he was just being paranoid. The angle of the sunset made it much darker back here than normal, but Champ could still make out Rough's figure.
"Hey! I'm glad you're still here!" Champ greeted. "I was thinking we could-"
"What took you."
The interruption took Champ by surprise. Not only that, but the harshness shocked him as well. Something definitely wasn't right.
"I-I'm sorry, but I was just celebrating." Champ defended. Rough Love sauntered closer.
"You kept me waiting."
Champ was about to apologize again when Rough Love lunged out with a strong paw and firmly grasped Champ's genitals. Champ gasped, but couldn't scream. Slowly, the paw worked and massaged him, sending an alien sensation stabbing through him. Champ became aware that he was beginning to stiffen.
"I watched you run. I watched you jump. I watched you sweat." Rough Love said. "I want you to be mine, do you understand?"
Champ whimpered and affirmative answer.
"Good boy." Rough Love said, running a knuckle up Champ's fully erect shaft. "I want you. I want you to sweat for me. Scream for me."
"Ye-he-yes!" Champ stumbled. A feeling rose in his groin. He'd never experienced it before and wasn't sure if he wanted it to stop. Rough Love pressed himself against Champ, urging him closer with his other paw to the small of his back.
"Do you feel dirty?" he whispered into Champ's ear, hot breath teasing his fur. Champ nodded, powerless to interfere. A fluid leaked from his cock. His body shuddered. "Good." Rough Love released his grip on Champ's nethers, leaving Champ breathing heavily and hungry for the feeling to continue. Rough Love put a piece of paper in Champ's hand. "If you want to keep feeling dirty, follow these instructions."
With that, Rough Love walked away, leaving Champ bear in the alley, alone with his swirling thoughts. Champ stood alone, tear at the corner of his eye, throbbing boner between his legs, and a quivering wanting in his chest. He needed more. His paw drifted to his erection and began to rub, but the feeling wasn't the same. The breath, the smell, the heat, the feeling of utter helplessness... he had to meet with Rough Love again.
Champ opened the paper and read the instructions, taking note of the small spot left by his fluids near the top.
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It was long after sundown when Champ had made it out to the entrance of the club. A hole in the ground with neon lights pointing down, indicating an establishment called "The Bunny Hole." Pink and yellow bands of neon depicting bunnies in lewd and lascivious poses decorated the surrounding clearing. For how out of the way this place was, they sure called a lot of attention to it.
The instructions also listed a sentence to say once he was inside, like it was some sort of password. He'd have to look for a person to tell it to.
Gulping hard, Champ made his way down the spiraling tension growing with every step. He heard the moaning, the screams, and the laughter echoing up, even before he could see the surprisingly open door.
Upon entering, he found a red velvet carpet running down the hallway, soft light of wall-mounted candles flicking along the red and wallpaper and trim. A classy dining area up ahead with plush booths and fancy wooden drink bar glowed with people of all species, all wearing leather and latex clothing that accentuated their chests, hindquarters, and crotches. Open rooms showed all sorts of creatures in every possible gender combination tying each other up, striking them, kissing, licking, and much, much more.
The feeling began to creep back into him.
"We got a newbie!" A high-pitched voice squealed, causing Champ to jump. He beheld a pink bunny about half his height, clothed in leather straps and what looked like a police cap. "He's a handsome one, too!"
Others emerged from rooms, some got up from their seats at the dining area, all looked too interested.
"Oh, look at that rod!" Another female bunny giggled.
"Look at that mouth!" A female monkey teased.
"I bet your throat feels like silk!" a male panther purred.
"I'm gonna bend you over..." Champ had recoiled at the sight of a female hippo with male parts, licking her lips.
A big burly stallion wrapped Champ in bulging arms.
"Want to go for a ride?"
"The red bear holds my leash!" Champ bear screamed as loud as he could. Instantly, the horse relinquished him, and everyone else' demeanor changed.
"My apologies! Please, this way!" Said the two little bunnies. Everyone else quickly returned to whatever they were doing prior. "We had no idea!"
They lead him through the labyrinth of hallways, which became less and less finished as they progressed. They stopped before a large metal door, and knocked on it three times. The heavy door pulled open, and a massive green pig with a black leather collar with a bear paw tag and sporting a huge erection stood in the way. Without a word, he surveyed the three of them, then motioned for Champ to enter. Champ obeyed, but the bunnies remained where they were.
Inside was an unfinished room, with grey painted walls and exposed patches of insulation. At the far end, an iron throne held together with industrial rivets dominated the space. In the throne sat Rough Love, his red fur drawing attention to himself in the otherwise drab space. A green-skinned female pig sat at the foot of his throne, licking the paws of his feet. Rough snapped his fingers, and she immediately stopped, getting onto all fours. The bear rose from his throne and stepped onto her back before jumping to the floor.
"Mornaz." Rough Love called, the male pig standing up in response. "Grimrukk has been doing a marvelous job. Why don't you show your wife my gratitude."
The pigs smiled at each other, the female standing up and male kneeling before her. She wrapped one leg over his shoulder and with both hands, pressed his face to her crotch. He began to lick and nibble, causing Champ to blush. Rough Love neared, and struck Champ across the face with a riding crop.
"Kneel before your master." Rough Love ordered. Champ opened his mouth to protest and was struck again. "Kneel."
Champ obeyed, slightly angered and heavily aroused. Before he could think of anything else, Rough Love jammed his throbbing erection into Champ's muzzle.
"Suck."
Champ's lips and tongue went to work, massaging the bear's shaft the same way Rough's paw had done to him.
"Very good." Rough Love said, withdrawing. "Now rise. Turn around."
Champ did as he was told, the the shame passing in favor of a giddy joy. A red rubber ball with a black leather strap went into his mouth, a clasp closing at the back of his head.
"I have many slaves, but I want you to be my prize."
Cuffs closed around his ankles, forcing his legs to spread around a long metal bar.
"I want winners. The best. I own you. You're mine."
Tape wound around his wrists and forearms, binding them behind his back.
"You're MY trophy."
A shove sent Champ face down to the hard concrete floor. He groaned around the ball, but didn't protest. The pain of the impact made him more aroused, for reasons he was only beginning to understand. The wet sucking noises echoed from the two pigs, at least one of whom was watching.
Champ Bear felt Rough Love's paw on his hip. champ also felt Rough's cock prod him from behind.
"Submit to me."
Rough Love pressed inside, invading Champ Bear, who could do nothing but squeal and writhe on the floor, lips curling into a smile around rubber ball as he surrendered.
Rough Love's pace slowly increased, his hips and balls slapping against Champ's. Grunts of force and glee mixed with the sounds of the pigs, who had since taken a different position Champ couldn't see, nor could he think clearly enough to discern.
As they continued, Champ figured he had won so many trophies, it was time was the trophy.
The thought made him feel like a trillion bucks.