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Commission for an anonymous client", "writing": "The rapid beating of a little heart rings in Ravyn's ears. The dragon, eight years of age, remains strapped to the table, though he hasn't become lucid enough to recognize where he is yet. All he can feel is the beating of his heart.\n\nNext comes the pain.\n\nBefore Ravyn can even open his eyes, the pain shoots through him. Burning agonies where bruises cover his skin and fractured bones ache mingle with the dull, throbbing sickness in his stomach from all the rancid fluids that have been in and out of it.\n\nHe makes some weak attempt to move. The pain intensifies drastically, and the motions he tries for are prevented by his restraints. All his shifting and pulling can do is disturb the broken bones and nudge pressure about where his bruises meet the tabletop. He goes limp once more as the only thing he can do to minimize his suffering.\n\nEventually, he opens his eyes. The room around him is a blur. It's empty, though there's movement at the far wall. Beyond it, actually, he realizes. A window.\n\nThe vague shapes of well-dressed men slowly materialize into recognizable forms while the ringing and the sound of his own heart gradually subside to the buzz of muffled chatter beyond the glass.\n\nEven if his hearing were fully recovered from his latest asphyxiation, he wouldn't be able to hear much. The monsters and bastards, heinous as are their crimes, keep up their careful masquerade as gentlemen while milling about in the well-decorated hall outside. Their tones scarcely raise high enough to make out a word from where the boy is situated.\n\nRavyn lets out a low groan. Nausea greets him as he comes further to his senses. If he weren't strapped face-up on the table with every movement bringing agony, he might turn and vomit over the side. Instead, he can only swallow it back down.\n\nWhat comes up has not only the rancid taste of his own stomach juices but the earthy texture of what should only exist much further along in his digestive tract. Memories flood forcibly back to him. Tears trickle down the sides of his face, and he tries not to regurgitate more foul shit.\n\n\"—hear they've got two more in.\"\n\n\"—saw the twins being shuffled along through the hallway—\"\n\n\"It certainly won't be long.\"\n\nWhile Ravyn struggles to regain enough strength to bear sitting in silence and suffering, bracing for what might happen next, the men outside speak of things with a very different tone.\n\nThe host listens through his earpiece for confirmation that everything is just as far ahead of schedule as he expects. The night's atrocities are proceeding smoothly.\n\nThe caprine billionaire checks his watch to see it tick away the last few seconds to his big moment: the true main event of his extravagant and decadent party.\n\n\"Excuse me, gentlemen,\" he says to his immediate company who speak and sip fine wine around him, \"I've an important announcement to make at last.\"\n\nAs projected, the moment he takes the podium is the moment his guests have begun to bore with Ravyn out of commission, though the few cues they show of this are scarce and subtle.\n\n\"Good evening, esteemed guests,\" he steadies his hooves on the ground and adjusts his long but well-kept beard, \"I hope you are all prepared for the main event.\"\n\nMurmurs and whispers travel through the crowd.\n\n\"What you have likely heard or been made aware of prior is true. We have a tremendous spectacle waiting for you all and two more tantalizing toys for you to torment tonight. If you're familiar with the information I am about to divulge, feel free to occupy yourself with some light entertainment—\"\n\nOn cue, a cacophonous cascade of hissing and yowling sounds from just behind the meek side door in the room where Ravyn is held. The door swings open, and several feral cats, drugged with steroids and a powerful aphrodisiac, are released into the room. The chubby orange tabby last out the door is pushed out by a broom, before the door quickly closes behind the ferocious felines.\n\n\"—Otherwise, I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing tonight's itinerary.\"\n\nThough the cats are relatively small in scale, they're certainly big enough to be a lot for a restrained and broken little boy to handle. Ravyn lets out a horrified noise somewhere between a shriek and a groan as the horde approaches, and the sound immediately startles and irritates the cats.\n\nSCRATCH CLAW PAP PLAT RIIIIP\n\nSharp claws tear at Ravyn's skin, and barbed cocks force themselves wherever they can find a place to fit in. Pained screams are muffled somewhat by the glass to remain quiet enough to hear the host over for those listening. Even of the guests who aren't sure what all is to happen, plenty decide to take being surprised by it and turn to watch the boy struggle.\n\nLike a busy playground of well-funded cruelty, however, there's always more attractions for the depraved men.\n\n\"And so, let us introduce our party's two latest 'guests',\" the host announces and steps down to approach the others, microphone still in hand, \"You'll be seeing plenty of them for the remainder of tonight's events, but first and foremost, I'd like to thank a very special guest for his support by allowing him to do the honors of breaking his preferred of the two in.\"\n\nAs he speaks, a pair of men drag in two small children, just under Ravyn's age. They're two twins, a boy and a girl, and both are gagged with their hands tied behind their backs. The children are young bunnies, and the rabbit present among the group of rich men seems especially enticed, rather than repulsed, even when he has two young kits of his own back home.\n\nCLAW PAP PLAPT SHRED SCRATCH\n\nAcross the glass, the torment of the little dragon continues as a passive spectacle for the onlooking men. Attention is divided between him and the two latest abductees, which is successful in preventing either from becoming too crowded, just as planned.\n\nA large black cat with long fur claws open a gash beneath Ravyn's eye and comes alarmingly close to blinding it. The animal makes his stomach turn all the while by rubbing the tip of its barbed cock hard into his navel. The rough shaft scrapes at the surrounding skin painfully.\n\nPLAP PLAT SCRATCH\n\nMeanwhile at his already ravaged cunt, a grey tabby pleasures itself intently. It's one of the largest cats Ravyn has ever seen, and under other circumstances, he'd be amazed and delighted by such a giant kitty.\n\nRight now, though, it just means more pain and more potent, sickening violation.\n\nCLAW PAT PLAT RIIIP\n\nDrugged up cats form a furry vortex around the helpless boy, jumping in to please themselves with him wherever they find an opening or having small feline orgies to the sides of the table. All the while, they claw at Ravyn and each other. Mingled blood spatters the floor in many places.\n\nOutside, however, the nightmarish scenario is only entertainment. Half of the men still watching only side-eye it while ensuring they maintain a good view of what's happening with the other children who've been brought in.\n\nThe host waves the two men forward with the new victims. He has them bring the pair up to a portly pig who he stands presently beside.\n\n\"Well, are you ready to indulge?\" the goat prompts.\n\n\"Oh, you know how long I've been waiting for this, friend,\" the pig replies with a small laugh.\n\nHe reaches down to undo his belt but stops short when he hears someone call, \"Not even going to let us bid against you this time, eh?\"\n\nThe pig raises an eyebrow.\n\nThe hawk, a long-time friend and more or less friendly rival steps forward, \"C'mon, prove you've earned the pleasure~\"\n\nMore people chime in, clamoring over each other in an attempt to flaunt their wealth and claim a higher status. It rapidly becomes an unmanageable clamor until the host steps back and raises his microphone to speak.\n\n\"Alright, then folks, modest starting bid, then. Can I see one million dollars?\" his attempt at an auctioneer voice stops everyone in their tracks.\n\nNow that they've run their mouths, no one is willing to back down.\n\nThe host smiles and calls out the bids. He's ready to make a pretty penny off of what was meant as only a brief formality. Like a vulture, he's found his opportunity. To his guests, they've been forced to make the impromptu auction theirs. Nobody intends to leave the party without gaining powerful connections, after all.\n\nThe price of either tyke's virginity soars higher and higher, and the goat couldn't be happier to cash in, wherever it lands.\n\nPAP PLAT CLAW SCRAPE\n\nRavyn is only vaguely aware of what's happening outside.\n\nHe'd caught a glimpse or two at the other children, but he hasn't seen much of them with everyone crowded by the window or surrounding them to get a good look or steal a quick grope of a sensitive spot.\n\nWith the fat tabby riding his face right now, Ravyn doesn't have much energy to spare processing the presence of other victims like him. His focus is forcibly diverted to the discomfort of his situation and the abrasion sores forming in his mouth.\n\nSCRATCH SHRED PLAP PLAT\n\nA Siamese fights the grey tabby that'd just finished raping Ravyn's pussy for control over his sensitive lower regions. The tabby is definitely the bulkier of the two, but with less to gain than the unsatisfied Siamese, it backs down first.\n\nThe victorious cat doesn't hesitate to put what energy it has left from the fight into plowing Ravyn's rear end. With the steroids in its system, it's plenty to torment the boy with. Its claws sink in deep while its cock reopens wounds in the little dragon's colon.\n\nCaught between his suffering urging him to do anything to abate it and the agony that reignites brighter than before each time he moves, he writhes uncontrollably in pain briefly with every particularly hard thrust and attempts to hold as still as he can otherwise.\n\nCLAW CUT PLAT PAP\n\nMeanwhile, few spectators remain to watch the show Ravyn is forced to put on for them. All eyes are on the auction.\n\nWith a final bid that could buy out a good-sized company, it's finally called after a few more, tense moments, and a wealthy equine steps forward to claim his prize.\n\nThe pig, meanwhile, earns only teases over his supposedly meek bids. Not throwing the same stacks around that he used to is reason enough for plenty thinly veiled or plainly shouted taunts and jabs.\n\nFrom his time in office as a world leader, he should've learned to bear a bit of poking fun. However, the pig bottles his indignity and stews rage that he dares not let out in such lucrative company. He'll certainly direct it somewhere wholly inappropriate and misplaced later.\n\nMeanwhile, the stallion who'd won steps forward.\n\n\"What a display!\" The host shakes his hand, \"Take your pick, then.\"\n\nWith a smile, the equine simply points a finger at the girl, \"That one~\"\n\nShe's pushed forward from behind with one hand by the goat, and guests surrounding the two step back to make room for what's to come. The horse grabs her and holds her in place while he undoes his belt and moves in.\n\nThe boy shrieks into his gag where he stands at the host's side. The muffled sound seems all the more arousing to the horse.\n\nHe can only watch the giant monster of a member grow erect and prod his whimpering sister's chin.\n\nFWIP\n\nThe horse bends forward and undoes the little girl's gag. In doing so, the tip of his cock rubs lightly against her cheek. It's left damp with pre.\n\nTerrifying as the sight before the bunny boy is, the stallion preparing to penetrate his sister isn't the only nightmare drawing his attention. His gaze is drawn repeatedly to and from the large window against the wall a short ways away and the chaotic, horrible scene behind it.\n\nBut the whirlwind of claws and fur and blood can't compare to the little bunny's dread when he sees his sister grotesquely stretched to fit a cock thicker than her entire arm down her throat.\n\nSCHLRRRK PAP PAT\n\nA helpless whine is all that escapes the girl. More effective than the gag had been, the horse's cock keeps even the slightest sound from escaping her. Breathing is a rare luxury she's only able to purchase with all her energy when the man pulls back particularly far between fierce thrusts.\n\nPLAT PLAP PAP\n\nThe girl jerks and spasms in place from the pain and discomfort of having her body contorted in this way. She looks as though she could be torn open from the inside in any number of places along the trunk of her body. Every inch of the tight, sliding bulge the giant cock makes in her throat seems ripe to burst.\n\nHer brother's gag is tinged with a bit of vomit, though most of what comes up he can only swallow back down.\n\nPLAT SCHRRRK PLAP PLAP\n\nThe equine moans in an almost bestial manner. Having such a tight, hot, wet throat around his cock is a strong enough feeling. Seeing the girl's body deform and stretch to handle him, though? It's a feeling like nothing else.\n\nThe men surrounding him watch intently. Ravyn's feline horror show loses its already dwindling audience.\n\nFor the next few moments, all eyes are on the girl, and there isn't a glint of compassion in any of them, save her innocent brother's.\n\nPAP PLAP PAT SHLRRG PLAP\n\nIt's not long before the horse feels the wave of pleasure mount and prepare to crash. The speed of his strokes increases along with the force behind them while he feels his decadent climax fast approaching.\n\nOne last, hard slam into the bunny girl's throat causes something to audibly crack somewhere in her violated body, and her pained spasms bring out the most intense orgasm the horse has ever experienced in his life.\n\nSPLRRRRRRRRTTTTT SPLRRFT SPLAT DRIBBLE\n\nAn overwhelming deluge of spunk sprays out directly into the tyke's tummy, and what can't be contained within her rises up around the cock that's practically impaling her to overflow out around her maw and drip onto the well-waxed floor.\n\nReady or not, with the fluid pressure from his own ejaculation, the horse's phallus parts with the little girl's mouth.\n\nGasping for breath, coughing up cum with traces of her own blood dashed throughout, wondering what in her must've broken, the bunny is in utter shock. Her innocence hasn't merely shattered; it's not but a fine powder in the wind.\n\nThough not the one to experience it firsthand, it's not much less traumatic for her onlooking brother, who is on the verge of tears but too scared to cry in the company of the strange, cruel men.\n\nAnd the party guests share high fives and make depraved remarks with their usual masks of proper, composed dignity slipping in the indulgence of such heinous pleasures.\n\n\"What a show! Must've felt fucking great~\" someone calls.\n\n\"I'm sure our friend here would love to know the feeling!\" another man chimes in with a nudge to the pig, still in the audience silently fuming.\n\nThe portly fellow decides to down a drink or two to shed the feeling.\n\nQuietly, two well-dressed agents enter and usher the pair away. One performs a brief cursory medical examination on the girl to ensure nothing vital gives out before she's had enough sick pleasure wrung from her. The other then takes both and marches toward the door of the room where Ravyn is situated.\n\nHe utters something into a mouthpiece quiet enough to not interrupt or even be heard by the guests who continue to rave about breaking in the new girl. The meager 'assistant' steps out of the back room a moment later.\n\nThe man's body is visibly malnourished, and he walks with an unsteady gait. Minor injuries cover his body in a way not all too different from Ravyn.\n\nHe wields in a shaky grip a catchpole, which is cautiously leveled toward the rampant felines that are still clawing at and raping the little dragon. Though two large cats remain mounted on Ravyn, the man focuses first on the few running around elsewhere.\n\nOut of simple concern for his own safety, the 'assistant' prioritizes the unoccupied animals. He snatches the first of the cats and drags it clawing and yowling into the back room.\n\nWith Ravyn's assailants left for last, another few thrusts of the device snag each loose animal and drag them back in succession. Only then is Ravyn relieved of his suffering.\n\nSNATCH RIIIIIIP\n\nThe curved ends of the polearm jab and bruise the boy while the mechanism built into the metal closes itself around the massive grey tabby presently plowing Ravyn's cunt.\n\nThe animal is pulled away, and Ravyn tries to scream into the barbed cock in his throat from the pain as claws dig deep into his skin in a bid to hold on but are torn free regardless.\n\nThe flailing animal vanishes into the back room.\n\nSNATCH CLAW TEAR\n\nThe remaining Siamese cat claws and scrapes violently at Ravyn when it's dragged from his face. Bleeding scratches are left on his cheek and forehead. It's practically a miracle his eyes are both unscathed.\n\nAs soon as the door closes behind the decrepit man, the much better paid and actually voluntarily employed assistant stood by the door in the hall opens it to march the pair into the horrible chamber where Ravyn is locked up.\n\nThe frightened tykes quiver and seem ready to cry, but the man bringing them in kneels to whisper into their ears. \n\n\"Do as you're told. Don't fight. Don't run. Stay here until everyone is finished with you. You will never see the light or day again otherwise.\"\n\nThe two are no less terrified, but they manage to hold a bit more still and show it a bit less with this pointed threat.\n\nOnce the yowling and screeching of cats in the other room fades into some unseen distance, the 'assistant' returns. He holds now only an empty five gallon bucket.\n\n\"Cats cleaned up and secured?\" the agent asks in a cold tone.\n\nThe assistant only nods.\n\n\"Better be,\" the agent says while the slave moves toward Ravyn.\n\nA glare then comes from the better dressed man, \"Get this kid emptied out. You've got five minutes if you're lucky.\"\n\nOutside, the host addresses his crowd of the wealthy and powerful, \"Now, now, gentlemen, we have our next event coming up in just a few moments!\"\n\nCheers ring out.\n\n\"So I'd like you all to tell me, how many times do you think those new toys relieved themselves on the way here?\" the host smiles.\n\nHe laughs at the shouts coming from the audience. Different numbers in the low single digits, with a few more thoughtful among them calling out zeroes.\n\n\"Not once,\" the host answers his own question, \"They haven't been allowed that luxury since they were acquired. They both have tremendously full bladders, and that is the subject of our next friendly wager.\"\n\nSomewhere in the crowd, the horse mentions feeling the girl's full bladder offering slight resistance to his shaft when he'd been probing so deep inside of her that the tip had nudged it through the lining of her stomach.\n\n\"Ready your bets gentlemen! Which of these troubled twins will fill the feathered boy with the most fluid?\"\n\nHURGH SPLRTCH DRIBBLE SLOSH\n\nWhile the betting rages on outside and the host clarifies the specificities of the cruel game, Ravyn feels the last of the filth bloating his body finally find its exit into the bucket the enslaved assistant holds. He coughs up one last slurry of vile mush and a small, dense turd still intact, then is finally empty and still.\n\nThe bunny twins have expressions of utter shock and horror, unaware of the depravity and humiliation they will momentarily experience and put the strange boy through.\n\n\"That's the last of the bets! We'll see who chose right and who choose a bit poorly in only a moment! Let us watch and indulge.\"\n\nOnce the men begin to gather at the window and the slave with the bucket vanishes once more, the agent begins to bark orders to the pair. \n\n\"Stay here. Once both funnels are in place, you will move forward and squat on the table.\"\n\nHe produces a pair of collapsed, clear funnels from his belt and expands them. They each end in short, flexible tubes. It's a prompt motion to release the hands of both children and move forward to plug the tube of one into Ravyn's rear and the other into his maw.\n\n\"Here. Now. Take a funnel each. On my word, you will urinate into the funnel.\"\n\nThe two concerned little bunnies do as they're told, though the boy is a bit confused. \n\n\"Whas... whas uree nate mean?\" the quiver boy manages to choke out.\n\nA grumbling, growly sigh comes from the agent, \"Go number one into it.\"\n\n\"Now.\"\n\nFSHHHHSHHHHHSHHHHHHH POUR TRICKLE\n\nNervously, though too afraid to disobey the order or the pleading need for release from the pressure in their bladders, the pair both begin to relieve themselves in tandem.\n\nRavyn squirms a bit from the fluid filling, disgusting taste, and the feeling of the foul piss running over the abrasion wounds in his maw and colon. The pain of his battered body futilely attempting to resist the unceasing grip of the resrtaints is enough to lull him back into silent complacency.\n\nFSSSHHHHHHHSHHHHHHSHHHHHHHH SLOSH\n\nSmall as the pair may be, the amount of fluid they produce is almost disproportionate. The juice boxes they shared in what they had yet to realize were their last moments together with their innocence intact are certainly felt now. The disgusting, sickly yellow fluid pours out of them and through the clear tubes as what's left of that juice finally drains away.\n\nRavyn meanwhile struggles to keep up. His mind alternates between gulping it down in fear of what they'd do to him if he refused to comply and wondering if they might kill him for it. He's forced, even so young, to consider that death might be the more preferable outcome.\n\nFFSHHHSHHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH\n\nRegardless, the torrent continues for several minutes to the amusement and intent analysis of the gambling billionaires. Ravyn's body bloats like a horrible water balloon, and the pair draw closer to fully emptying their bladders.\n\nThe girl finishes a few moments before her brother and steps away from the table to try to hide her face in shame and fear. One confident betting man outside mentions he's still sure of his choice, citing how much thicker the flow from her had been.\n\nThe boy runs his bladder dry and follows his sister's lead.\n\nThe well dressed man is quick to collect the pair and hold them where their suffering is better visible to the voyeurs who'd brought them in. The clear funnels are allowed to drop to the floor.\n\nRavyn's head spins from the sickening feeling in his stomach as the fluid he's been forced to intake splashes about inside him. He groans and sheds a couple tears while the men point and debate over who will be declared the winner.\n\nCLICK\n\nThe sound is a shock to the boy.\n\nThe malnourished assistant releases the restraints on Ravyn and lifts him from the table by his armpits. For a moment, the dragon wonders if it's all finally over.\n\nOf course, he isn't so lucky.\n\nThe boy is barely able to stand by now, so it's easy enough for the man, weak as he may be, to lean Ravyn's head over one bucket and rear over the other. The translucent containers have fluid level markers up and down them.\n\nSPLORSH SPLASH TRICKLE SLOSH\n\nPressure is applied to Ravyn's full midsection, and from both ends the invasive fluid is drained out. It's a horrible torrent that finally subsides when the dragon is fully emptied and cast aside.\n\nThe girl had ultimately passed more fluid into the little dragon, and though there are certainly cheers at the winner being declared, murmurs about something else begin to take precedence.\n\nAnother bet that'd been placed in the midst of all the repeated invasive actions taken toward Ravyn is on everyone's minds.\n\n\"No, no, all that waste? It's stained his very feathers! He'll be unappealing with all that,\" one member of the crowd says.\n\n\"Nonsense, what do animals ever care?\" another remarks, \"He's terribly weak. The dragon's the one it'll go for.\"\n\n\"Please, you never get it right when we bet on who'll be the victim.\"\n\nThe boy being discussed meanwhile slumps against the wall. Though potentially free to stand up for the first time he can remember, his legs are far, far too weak, as is his shattered will.\n\nRavyn's empty gaze doesn't move to the source of subtle sound when the agent in the room picks up something on his earpiece and rustling comes from where the slave had vanished to prepare the next showing.\n\nThe sharply dressed man exits the room quietly, leaving the children alone together for the first time.\n\nWhile Ravyn searches hopelessly for his strength to return to him, the little bunny girl walks up and kneels beside him, \"Are— Are you awright?\"\n\nNo response comes from the battered boy.\n\n\"Do you uhm... like dancing?\" she makes some quiet attempt to make friends.\n\nThough she'd learned from cartoons that a hug can make people feel better, she's afraid to lean in for one with the filth on the boy's body. Ravyn doesn't ask for comfort regardless; he barely processes that the girl is even present, though he's glad to have any company not torturing him.\n\nSWING THUD HISSSSSSSSSS\n\nTheir brief conversation is cut short. The door to the back room swings open, and from it slithers an enormous snake. It's an exotic specimen, and men outside chatter about how quickly they think it can devour its choice of the little ones whole.\n\nThe little bunny girl shrieks and runs to cower with her brother in the corner of the room. Ravyn, now forced back to attention and action by the adrenaline that suddenly courses through him, manages to stand. \n\nHe looks around him, lost for what to even do with the newfound energy. There's nowhere to hide and certainly nowhere to run.\n\nHISSSSSSSSSSSS\n\nThe snake fully exits the door to the back room. Its entire long body makes it out into the chamber with the cubs. Ravyn bolts toward the doorway with a weak stagger, but it slams shut before he can make it.\n\nHe's cornered himself by the wall right next to the enormous snake. Naturally, the predator lunges right for him.\n\nCOIL HISSSSSS CRACK\n\nA strike from the snake's head knocks the little boy to the ground. The other children scream as its long, serpentine body then begins to wrap around and constrict the little dragon while the room fills with the sound of hissing and scales on cold, hard floor.\n\nOutside, men watch intently. Some cheer or throw their hats on the ground, sure the bet may as well be over already.\n\nHISSSSSSSSSSS SNAP CRK\n\nBones snap in Ravyn's body. Breaths become desperate struggles. He can hear what he's sure is his own rib cage creaking as it fights to stay in one piece. Despite it all, only a fraction of the animal's force is being used.\n\nThe snake continues moving forward well past having its entire body around the little dragon. The animal maneuvers him in its grip down its own length toward where its twin cocks have grown erect.\n\nCRACK\n\nOne last, hard squeeze snaps something in one of the little dragon's limbs while it settles him into position with his holes aligned perfectly to the creature's reptilian shafts. All Ravyn can hear over the sound of his own, rapidly beating heart and the movements of the snake's body is the shrieks and weeping sobs that come from the bunny girl who'd moments ago tried to be his friend.\n\nPLAP PLAT HISSSSSSSSS\n\nAnd from there, it plows deeply into him. Each jerky, undexterous motion of the massive animal threatens to cave in Ravyn's body entirely while it begins to pleasure itself with him. It makes itself comfortable around its new toy while eyeing up the pair of twins left standing.\n\nPLAT PAP PLAP\n\nAs though Ravyn weren't exhausted and battered enough already, the little dragon's body has now entirely tired itself out fighting on impulse against the snake's unshakable grasp. His limp, helpless form is continually violated while he can only gasp and sputter out occasional sobs.\n\nThe snake, meanwhile, simply enjoys itself. If anything, the animal is taking its sweet time. Its eyes, however, remain fixated on the two tantalizing cubs in the corner of the room.\n\nPLAFT PLAPT PAT\n\nA few more long, tense moments pass as the rich men on the other side of the glass watch intently. A faint hissing fills the air, interrupted by the sound of scales smacking against Ravyn's backside.\n\nHOUMPH\n\nAll at once, without warning, the half of the snake that isn't occupied with constricting Ravyn lunges forward at the brother of the two bunny twins. Before he can react with anything more than a scream cut short, the snake's enormous jaws are around the whole of his upper body.\n\nHis sister shrieks and practically throws herself backward in terror while the animal drops to the floor with its catch. Flailing legs injure themselves on cold, hard walls and floor as the bunny makes futile attempts to fight for his life against the animal. \n\nSomewhere behind all the chaos, Ravyn remains trapped in the heap of coils, body smothered from all sides as the twin cocks rub themselves inside of him. It's all he can do to keep up his breathing, and even that is painfully difficult to manage.\n\nGULP ULK\n\nThe head of the snake jerks forward then reels itself back. Half a foot of distance is lost between the bunny boy's feet and the snake's waiting maw.\n\nULP SCHLRK\n\nAnother snappy movement forward leaves the boy unable to move his legs much at all with how much of them is caught inside the snake. Hot breath rolls from the snake's nostrils across the fuzzy feet of its prey.\n\nGLK ULP SCHLRRRK\n\nFinally, the snake jolts forward again and snaps its jaws shut around the little boy's paws. It lifts its head up a bit, and the bulge the boy makes slides down deeper into its body.\n\nThe prey's sister weeps in terror and grief at the scene still unfolding before her, but there's nothing more she can do.\n\nPLAP PLAT PAP GLRRRGGGLE GWRRGGGGG\n\nFurther down the snake's body, it resumes its thrusting proper now that it's taken in its meal and settled back down. The crowd outside is split between those celebrating or loathing the surprising result of the bet and those whose gazes remain transfixed on the scene playing out before them.\n\nThe bulge inside the snake slides through it slowly until it reaches a point in the coiled mass that contacts Ravyn's trapped form. Ravyn is forced to feel the squirming shape that so easily could have been him writhing right beside him while his own painful violation continues.\n\nPLAT PLAP PLAP SNAP GURRRGGGGLE CRACK\n\nBones snap and fracture in the snake's meal while its stomach sets to work. The bunny boy's body is forced into spaces tighter than it was ever meant to go, and between his rigid skeletal structure resisting being forced into impossible positions and the snake's uncaring guts pulling him consistently deeper, the animal easily wins out.\n\nBeneath the workings of the animal's digestive tract, the breaking of bones, and the sounds of the snake's body forcefully raping him, Ravyn is sure he can hear ever so faintly the sounds of cries and pleas for help from deep inside the reptilian mass.\n\nPAP PLAP PLAT PAP SPLRRRRRRTTT GLRRRRRGLE CRUNCH GURRRRGGGG\n\nThough his rear end is bruised from all the abuse it has taken today, the punishment continues a bit longer for Ravyn as the snake plows him further. The smacks of scales against him become harder and faster. The snake is approaching climax.\n\nInside, the intense motion causes the prey boy's bones to break in further places and hastens the process of acids melting his body down.\n\nWhen the massive constrictor pushes one last time into Ravyn with all its strength and gushes thick, white spunk into his holes, the force collapses the prey's ribcage entirely.\n\nThe snake and its meal go still. The snake is satisfied and lets itself relax. The bunny boy is dead. \n\nA few moments later, the satiated snake finally releases Ravyn. He drops to the ground battered and beaten and leaking cum onto the ground, but even if just barely, he's still breathing. \n\nConscious, however, he is not. The end of the adrenaline coursing through him from the snake's constriction and violation of his body removes the only thing keeping his worn out mind tethered to his own senses. The world has gone dark once more.\n\nBusiness continues as usual around the silent child as the cruel men's festivities carry on. The snake is corralled back into the holding area through the side door, ravenous billionaires rush in to steal the mourning girl away for further violation as soon as the animal is safely out of the room, and when things begin to settle down, the meager 'assistant' steps out to give Ravyn basic medical attention.\n\n\"Poor kid...\" he dares to whisper when he's sure he won't be heard as he sets broken bones in place and applies disinfectant to countless small wounds, \"Sorry for this... You're entertaining enough to them that I have to keep you alive.\"\n\nHe performs the remainder of his work in silence, knowing it's only a temporary fix to suffering that will be renewed all too soon.\n\nThe party continues.\n\nWhen Ravyn slowly wakes back up, the scene his blurry vision picks up through the glass hardly makes sense to him. As is routine by now, however, the senses and memories flood back.\n\nIt's hard to say if the memories of what's happened so far today or his vision focusing back in tell him first what's happening outside.\n\nThe girl he'd seen before is still buried under however many rich men, all violating or striking her; some both at once. Ravyn can only barely catch the sight of her floppy ears sticking out between all the bastards. He can certainly hear her cries of pain and pleas for anyone to save her, however.\n\nHe wishes he couldn't.\n\nGradually, though, the cacophony outside dies down and the men gradually move away as they collectively become aware of the boy waking back up.\n\nThe way they seem to gather toward the window causes deep dread to fill him.\n\nHe doesn't even try to move at this point. He's not sure what it is he's tied to, but he's learned by now that he doesn't get to wake up without his arms and legs bound tight and that struggling will only make it all hurt more.\n\nFrom the men's perspective, his place of confinement is quite plainly a breeding mount. Bets have already been placed. This time, they're betting on if Ravyn will even survive what happens to him next.\n\nThe enslaved assistant steps out with a cattle prod. At the last moment, he notices that the boy has already woken up.\n\nRavyn is barely saved from another zap.\n\nThe man doesn't dare speak a word to the boy, however. He quietly back into the side door. This time, he won't be orchestrating further proceedings.\n\nBehind the scenes, he is joined by experienced stablehands poached from the horse racing trade. They don't pay him much mind as they guide a stallion toward the door.\n\nOn top of the bet as to whether Ravyn will survive, further bets have been placed for if he'll become pregnant if he does survive and who the father will be if he is. There's no guarantee whatever young he's forced to bear will even belong to a person at this point.\n\nThe horse is brought out into the room, much to the cheers of the billionaires watching.\n\nThe host in particular smiles, not only for how well his gathering is going but for the fond memories the sight brings him. The horse is the very same that he'd won a bet on in a high profile race some months prior.\n\nSomeone in the gathered crowd who had bet differently shoots him a particular look.\n\n\"Before we proceed, gentlemen,\" the host addresses his guests while the stablehands keep the horse stood idly in the room, \"A final bid, perhaps, for what may well be the fatal sendoff to our entertainment for the night?\"\n\n\"I should, of course, give the foreword that our handlers today are experts in the field. To the winner of this bid: no harm will come to you while you claim your prize,\" he looks over the crowd.\n\n\"Now then, can I see one million dollars for the opportunity to indulge in the boy's throat during the course of our main event?\" the host calls out.\n\nAs with prior auctions, the competition that ensues is fierce and driven more than anything by a desire to flaunt their excessive hoards of wealth. The ultimate wish of each man is to display how much he can burn on such an indulgent activity without breaking his standings between his fellow bastards by dropping a rung on the countless news columns and charts ranking them among the richest people in the world.\n\nThe prize ultimately goes to a macaw, who is perhaps excessively interested in this particular event. A few laughs follow the announcement of his victory from those who had a hunch his bids would be especially competitive, though the laughter is humbled and kept in check by the one thing the men respect: pointless, excessive, vampiric wealth.\n\nAnd so, the macaw moves proudly into the room to claim his prize.\n\n\"And now, everyone, let's see where the chips land,\" the host announces to his guests.\n\nOn his word, the handlers lead the horse to Ravyn's backside. It needs little further prompting to mount the boy on the rape rack.\n\nSCHLRRK PLAPT\n\nWith a deep huff from the animal and a pained whine from Ravyn, the animal shoves its entire massive shaft inside the boy's sensitive cunt, and the show begins.\n\nPLAPT PLAFT PLAP\n\nThe enormous rod grotesquely bulges Ravyn's belly. It's immediately apparent why his survival is up in the air. With just the first few strokes, Ravyn feels as though he's been impaled through the middle, and the former race horse is not wont to be gentle. It'd been bred solely for speed and power, on which it has historically delivered in spades.\n\nWhile the horse's cock makes an effort to tear Ravyn in half, the winning bird opens up Ravyn's maw with his fingers. It's not hard to force the boy to comply, even when he can barely process what's happening to him and what his implicit commands are at the moment.\n\nPLAPT PLAP PAP PLAT\n\nThe bird joins the horse in raping Ravyn, and it's certainly a pleasure for the man to silence those whimpers, whines, and yells by muffling them with his own shaft.\n\nRavyn's head spins. The bulge moving violently up and down his midsection leaves him with a mortal terror he struggles to parse under the intensity of his circumstances and the trauma of the preceding events that he has still yet to fully comprehend.\n\nAll the while the feathers brushing his face give him a sickening reminder of what this same avian had done to him prior. There's nothing he can do to fight back with all his strength having left him, and to attempt to do so would be suicide regardless.\n\nPLAP PLAT PLAPT PLAFT\n\nSomething is tearing inside of Ravyn's body. It's hard to say what, but he can feel the blunt force inside him exceeding his limits. The horse, of course, is only pressing harder and faster for its own pleasure.\n\nBlood slicks the animal's shaft somewhat and abates some of the abrasion, but it's far from a solution to his suffering. Especially considering it's a direct product thereof. If anything, the lubrication makes the animal move faster.\n\nThe tortured boy isn't sure what's happening, and all he knows is that everything hurts. It all hurts so badly.\n\nThe only intent the animal has is exactly what is desired of it by the event's organizers: to satiate itself with the cock sleeve it's been provided.\n\nPAP PLAT PLAPT PLAFT PLAP\n\nThe violent penetration only becomes harder and harder. Hot, foul breath from the animal washes over Ravyn from above. The stallion has nearly met with its climax.\n\nA sharp thrust gives Ravyn the feeling that something inside him might be in the wrong place.\n\nAnother makes his senses start to numb, to what would likely be relief if he were lucid enough to fully understand that fact.\n\nAnother makes the world go dark.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The rapid beating of a little heart rings in Ravyn's ears. The dragon, eight years of age, remains strapped to the table, though he hasn't become lucid enough to recognize where he is yet. All he can feel is the beating of his heart.

Next comes the pain.

Before Ravyn can even open his eyes, the pain shoots through him. Burning agonies where bruises cover his skin and fractured bones ache mingle with the dull, throbbing sickness in his stomach from all the rancid fluids that have been in and out of it.

He makes some weak attempt to move. The pain intensifies drastically, and the motions he tries for are prevented by his restraints. All his shifting and pulling can do is disturb the broken bones and nudge pressure about where his bruises meet the tabletop. He goes limp once more as the only thing he can do to minimize his suffering.

Eventually, he opens his eyes. The room around him is a blur. It's empty, though there's movement at the far wall. Beyond it, actually, he realizes. A window.

The vague shapes of well-dressed men slowly materialize into recognizable forms while the ringing and the sound of his own heart gradually subside to the buzz of muffled chatter beyond the glass.

Even if his hearing were fully recovered from his latest asphyxiation, he wouldn't be able to hear much. The monsters and bastards, heinous as are their crimes, keep up their careful masquerade as gentlemen while milling about in the well-decorated hall outside. Their tones scarcely raise high enough to make out a word from where the boy is situated.

Ravyn lets out a low groan. Nausea greets him as he comes further to his senses. If he weren't strapped face-up on the table with every movement bringing agony, he might turn and vomit over the side. Instead, he can only swallow it back down.

What comes up has not only the rancid taste of his own stomach juices but the earthy texture of what should only exist much further along in his digestive tract. Memories flood forcibly back to him. Tears trickle down the sides of his face, and he tries not to regurgitate more foul shit.

"—hear they've got two more in."

"—saw the twins being shuffled along through the hallway—"

"It certainly won't be long."

While Ravyn struggles to regain enough strength to bear sitting in silence and suffering, bracing for what might happen next, the men outside speak of things with a very different tone.

The host listens through his earpiece for confirmation that everything is just as far ahead of schedule as he expects. The night's atrocities are proceeding smoothly.

The caprine billionaire checks his watch to see it tick away the last few seconds to his big moment: the true main event of his extravagant and decadent party.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he says to his immediate company who speak and sip fine wine around him, "I've an important announcement to make at last."

As projected, the moment he takes the podium is the moment his guests have begun to bore with Ravyn out of commission, though the few cues they show of this are scarce and subtle.

"Good evening, esteemed guests," he steadies his hooves on the ground and adjusts his long but well-kept beard, "I hope you are all prepared for the main event."

Murmurs and whispers travel through the crowd.

"What you have likely heard or been made aware of prior is true. We have a tremendous spectacle waiting for you all and two more tantalizing toys for you to torment tonight. If you're familiar with the information I am about to divulge, feel free to occupy yourself with some light entertainment—"

On cue, a cacophonous cascade of hissing and yowling sounds from just behind the meek side door in the room where Ravyn is held. The door swings open, and several feral cats, drugged with steroids and a powerful aphrodisiac, are released into the room. The chubby orange tabby last out the door is pushed out by a broom, before the door quickly closes behind the ferocious felines.

"—Otherwise, I'm sure you'll enjoy hearing tonight's itinerary."

Though the cats are relatively small in scale, they're certainly big enough to be a lot for a restrained and broken little boy to handle. Ravyn lets out a horrified noise somewhere between a shriek and a groan as the horde approaches, and the sound immediately startles and irritates the cats.

SCRATCH CLAW PAP PLAT RIIIIP

Sharp claws tear at Ravyn's skin, and barbed cocks force themselves wherever they can find a place to fit in. Pained screams are muffled somewhat by the glass to remain quiet enough to hear the host over for those listening. Even of the guests who aren't sure what all is to happen, plenty decide to take being surprised by it and turn to watch the boy struggle.

Like a busy playground of well-funded cruelty, however, there's always more attractions for the depraved men.

"And so, let us introduce our party's two latest 'guests'," the host announces and steps down to approach the others, microphone still in hand, "You'll be seeing plenty of them for the remainder of tonight's events, but first and foremost, I'd like to thank a very special guest for his support by allowing him to do the honors of breaking his preferred of the two in."

As he speaks, a pair of men drag in two small children, just under Ravyn's age. They're two twins, a boy and a girl, and both are gagged with their hands tied behind their backs. The children are young bunnies, and the rabbit present among the group of rich men seems especially enticed, rather than repulsed, even when he has two young kits of his own back home.

CLAW PAP PLAPT SHRED SCRATCH

Across the glass, the torment of the little dragon continues as a passive spectacle for the onlooking men. Attention is divided between him and the two latest abductees, which is successful in preventing either from becoming too crowded, just as planned.

A large black cat with long fur claws open a gash beneath Ravyn's eye and comes alarmingly close to blinding it. The animal makes his stomach turn all the while by rubbing the tip of its barbed cock hard into his navel. The rough shaft scrapes at the surrounding skin painfully.

PLAP PLAT SCRATCH

Meanwhile at his already ravaged cunt, a grey tabby pleasures itself intently. It's one of the largest cats Ravyn has ever seen, and under other circumstances, he'd be amazed and delighted by such a giant kitty.

Right now, though, it just means more pain and more potent, sickening violation.

CLAW PAT PLAT RIIIP

Drugged up cats form a furry vortex around the helpless boy, jumping in to please themselves with him wherever they find an opening or having small feline orgies to the sides of the table. All the while, they claw at Ravyn and each other. Mingled blood spatters the floor in many places.

Outside, however, the nightmarish scenario is only entertainment. Half of the men still watching only side-eye it while ensuring they maintain a good view of what's happening with the other children who've been brought in.

The host waves the two men forward with the new victims. He has them bring the pair up to a portly pig who he stands presently beside.

"Well, are you ready to indulge?" the goat prompts.

"Oh, you know how long I've been waiting for this, friend," the pig replies with a small laugh.

He reaches down to undo his belt but stops short when he hears someone call, "Not even going to let us bid against you this time, eh?"

The pig raises an eyebrow.

The hawk, a long-time friend and more or less friendly rival steps forward, "C'mon, prove you've earned the pleasure~"

More people chime in, clamoring over each other in an attempt to flaunt their wealth and claim a higher status. It rapidly becomes an unmanageable clamor until the host steps back and raises his microphone to speak.

"Alright, then folks, modest starting bid, then. Can I see one million dollars?" his attempt at an auctioneer voice stops everyone in their tracks.

Now that they've run their mouths, no one is willing to back down.

The host smiles and calls out the bids. He's ready to make a pretty penny off of what was meant as only a brief formality. Like a vulture, he's found his opportunity. To his guests, they've been forced to make the impromptu auction theirs. Nobody intends to leave the party without gaining powerful connections, after all.

The price of either tyke's virginity soars higher and higher, and the goat couldn't be happier to cash in, wherever it lands.

PAP PLAT CLAW SCRAPE

Ravyn is only vaguely aware of what's happening outside.

He'd caught a glimpse or two at the other children, but he hasn't seen much of them with everyone crowded by the window or surrounding them to get a good look or steal a quick grope of a sensitive spot.

With the fat tabby riding his face right now, Ravyn doesn't have much energy to spare processing the presence of other victims like him. His focus is forcibly diverted to the discomfort of his situation and the abrasion sores forming in his mouth.

SCRATCH SHRED PLAP PLAT

A Siamese fights the grey tabby that'd just finished raping Ravyn's pussy for control over his sensitive lower regions. The tabby is definitely the bulkier of the two, but with less to gain than the unsatisfied Siamese, it backs down first.

The victorious cat doesn't hesitate to put what energy it has left from the fight into plowing Ravyn's rear end. With the steroids in its system, it's plenty to torment the boy with. Its claws sink in deep while its cock reopens wounds in the little dragon's colon.

Caught between his suffering urging him to do anything to abate it and the agony that reignites brighter than before each time he moves, he writhes uncontrollably in pain briefly with every particularly hard thrust and attempts to hold as still as he can otherwise.

CLAW CUT PLAT PAP

Meanwhile, few spectators remain to watch the show Ravyn is forced to put on for them. All eyes are on the auction.

With a final bid that could buy out a good-sized company, it's finally called after a few more, tense moments, and a wealthy equine steps forward to claim his prize.

The pig, meanwhile, earns only teases over his supposedly meek bids. Not throwing the same stacks around that he used to is reason enough for plenty thinly veiled or plainly shouted taunts and jabs.

From his time in office as a world leader, he should've learned to bear a bit of poking fun. However, the pig bottles his indignity and stews rage that he dares not let out in such lucrative company. He'll certainly direct it somewhere wholly inappropriate and misplaced later.

Meanwhile, the stallion who'd won steps forward.

"What a display!" The host shakes his hand, "Take your pick, then."

With a smile, the equine simply points a finger at the girl, "That one~"

She's pushed forward from behind with one hand by the goat, and guests surrounding the two step back to make room for what's to come. The horse grabs her and holds her in place while he undoes his belt and moves in.

The boy shrieks into his gag where he stands at the host's side. The muffled sound seems all the more arousing to the horse.

He can only watch the giant monster of a member grow erect and prod his whimpering sister's chin.

FWIP

The horse bends forward and undoes the little girl's gag. In doing so, the tip of his cock rubs lightly against her cheek. It's left damp with pre.

Terrifying as the sight before the bunny boy is, the stallion preparing to penetrate his sister isn't the only nightmare drawing his attention. His gaze is drawn repeatedly to and from the large window against the wall a short ways away and the chaotic, horrible scene behind it.

But the whirlwind of claws and fur and blood can't compare to the little bunny's dread when he sees his sister grotesquely stretched to fit a cock thicker than her entire arm down her throat.

SCHLRRRK PAP PAT

A helpless whine is all that escapes the girl. More effective than the gag had been, the horse's cock keeps even the slightest sound from escaping her. Breathing is a rare luxury she's only able to purchase with all her energy when the man pulls back particularly far between fierce thrusts.

PLAT PLAP PAP

The girl jerks and spasms in place from the pain and discomfort of having her body contorted in this way. She looks as though she could be torn open from the inside in any number of places along the trunk of her body. Every inch of the tight, sliding bulge the giant cock makes in her throat seems ripe to burst.

Her brother's gag is tinged with a bit of vomit, though most of what comes up he can only swallow back down.

PLAT SCHRRRK PLAP PLAP

The equine moans in an almost bestial manner. Having such a tight, hot, wet throat around his cock is a strong enough feeling. Seeing the girl's body deform and stretch to handle him, though?  It's a feeling like nothing else.

The men surrounding him watch intently. Ravyn's feline horror show loses its already dwindling audience.

For the next few moments, all eyes are on the girl, and there isn't a glint of compassion in any of them, save her innocent brother's.

PAP PLAP PAT SHLRRG PLAP

It's not long before the horse feels the wave of pleasure mount and prepare to crash. The speed of his strokes increases along with the force behind them while he feels his decadent climax fast approaching.

One last, hard slam into the bunny girl's throat causes something to audibly crack somewhere in her violated body, and her pained spasms bring out the most intense orgasm the horse has ever experienced in his life.

SPLRRRRRRRRTTTTT SPLRRFT SPLAT DRIBBLE

An overwhelming deluge of spunk sprays out directly into the tyke's tummy, and what can't be contained within her rises up around the cock that's practically impaling her to overflow out around her maw and drip onto the well-waxed floor.

Ready or not, with the fluid pressure from his own ejaculation, the horse's phallus parts with the little girl's mouth.

Gasping for breath, coughing up cum with traces of her own blood dashed throughout, wondering what in her must've broken, the bunny is in utter shock. Her innocence hasn't merely shattered; it's not but a fine powder in the wind.

Though not the one to experience it firsthand, it's not much less traumatic for her onlooking brother, who is on the verge of tears but too scared to cry in the company of the strange, cruel men.

And the party guests share high fives and make depraved remarks with their usual masks of proper, composed dignity slipping in the indulgence of such heinous pleasures.

"What a show! Must've felt fucking great~" someone calls.

"I'm sure our friend here would love to know the feeling!" another man chimes in with a nudge to the pig, still in the audience silently fuming.

The portly fellow decides to down a drink or two to shed the feeling.

Quietly, two well-dressed agents enter and usher the pair away. One performs a brief cursory medical examination on the girl to ensure nothing vital gives out before she's had enough sick pleasure wrung from her. The other then takes both and marches toward the door of the room where Ravyn is situated.

He utters something into a mouthpiece quiet enough to not interrupt or even be heard by the guests who continue to rave about breaking in the new girl. The meager 'assistant' steps out of the back room a moment later.

The man's body is visibly malnourished, and he walks with an unsteady gait. Minor injuries cover his body in a way not all too different from Ravyn.

He wields in a shaky grip a catchpole, which is cautiously leveled toward the rampant felines that are still clawing at and raping the little dragon. Though two large cats remain mounted on Ravyn, the man focuses first on the few running around elsewhere.

Out of simple concern for his own safety, the 'assistant' prioritizes the unoccupied animals. He snatches the first of the cats and drags it clawing and yowling into the back room.

With Ravyn's assailants left for last, another few thrusts of the device snag each loose animal and drag them back in succession. Only then is Ravyn relieved of his suffering.

SNATCH RIIIIIIP

The curved ends of the polearm jab and bruise the boy while the mechanism built into the metal closes itself around the massive grey tabby presently plowing Ravyn's cunt.

The animal is pulled away, and Ravyn tries to scream into the barbed cock in his throat from the pain as claws dig deep into his skin in a bid to hold on but are torn free regardless.

The flailing animal vanishes into the back room.

SNATCH CLAW TEAR

The remaining Siamese cat claws and scrapes violently at Ravyn when it's dragged from his face. Bleeding scratches are left on his cheek and forehead. It's practically a miracle his eyes are both unscathed.

As soon as the door closes behind the decrepit man, the much better paid and actually voluntarily employed assistant stood by the door in the hall opens it to march the pair into the horrible chamber where Ravyn is locked up.

The frightened tykes quiver and seem ready to cry, but the man bringing them in kneels to whisper into their ears.

"Do as you're told. Don't fight. Don't run. Stay here until everyone is finished with you. You will never see the light or day again otherwise."

The two are no less terrified, but they manage to hold a bit more still and show it a bit less with this pointed threat.

Once the yowling and screeching of cats in the other room fades into some unseen distance, the 'assistant' returns. He holds now only an empty five gallon bucket.

"Cats cleaned up and secured?" the agent asks in a cold tone.

The assistant only nods.

"Better be," the agent says while the slave moves toward Ravyn.

A glare then comes from the better dressed man, "Get this kid emptied out. You've got five minutes if you're lucky."

Outside, the host addresses his crowd of the wealthy and powerful, "Now, now, gentlemen, we have our next event coming up in just a few moments!"

Cheers ring out.

"So I'd like you all to tell me, how many times do you think those new toys relieved themselves on the way here?" the host smiles.

He laughs at the shouts coming from the audience. Different numbers in the low single digits, with a few more thoughtful among them calling out zeroes.

"Not once," the host answers his own question, "They haven't been allowed that luxury since they were acquired. They both have tremendously full bladders, and that is the subject of our next friendly wager."

Somewhere in the crowd, the horse mentions feeling the girl's full bladder offering slight resistance to his shaft when he'd been probing so deep inside of her that the tip had nudged it through the lining of her stomach.

"Ready your bets gentlemen! Which of these troubled twins will fill the feathered boy with the most fluid?"

HURGH SPLRTCH DRIBBLE SLOSH

While the betting rages on outside and the host clarifies the specificities of the cruel game, Ravyn feels the last of the filth bloating his body finally find its exit into the bucket the enslaved assistant holds. He coughs up one last slurry of vile mush and a small, dense turd still intact, then is finally empty and still.

The bunny twins have expressions of utter shock and horror, unaware of the depravity and humiliation they will momentarily experience and put the strange boy through.

"That's the last of the bets! We'll see who chose right and who choose a bit poorly in only a moment! Let us watch and indulge."

Once the men begin to gather at the window and the slave with the bucket vanishes once more, the agent begins to bark orders to the pair.

"Stay here. Once both funnels are in place, you will move forward and squat on the table."

He produces a pair of collapsed, clear funnels from his belt and expands them. They each end in short, flexible tubes. It's a prompt motion to release the hands of both children and move forward to plug the tube of one into Ravyn's rear and the other into his maw.

"Here. Now. Take a funnel each. On my word, you will urinate into the funnel."

The two concerned little bunnies do as they're told, though the boy is a bit confused.

"Whas... whas uree nate mean?" the quiver boy manages to choke out.

A grumbling, growly sigh comes from the agent, "Go number one into it."

"Now."

FSHHHHSHHHHHSHHHHHHH POUR TRICKLE

Nervously, though too afraid to disobey the order or the pleading need for release from the pressure in their bladders, the pair both begin to relieve themselves in tandem.

Ravyn squirms a bit from the fluid filling, disgusting taste, and the feeling of the foul piss running over the abrasion wounds in his maw and colon. The pain of his battered body futilely attempting to resist the unceasing grip of the resrtaints is enough to lull him back into silent complacency.

FSSSHHHHHHHSHHHHHHSHHHHHHHH SLOSH

Small as the pair may be, the amount of fluid they produce is almost disproportionate. The juice boxes they shared in what they had yet to realize were their last moments together with their innocence intact are certainly felt now. The disgusting, sickly yellow fluid pours out of them and through the clear tubes as what's left of that juice finally drains away.

Ravyn meanwhile struggles to keep up. His mind alternates between gulping it down in fear of what they'd do to him if he refused to comply and wondering if they might kill him for it. He's forced, even so young, to consider that death might be the more preferable outcome.

FFSHHHSHHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Regardless, the torrent continues for several minutes to the amusement and intent analysis of the gambling billionaires. Ravyn's body bloats like a horrible water balloon, and the pair draw closer to fully emptying their bladders.

The girl finishes a few moments before her brother and steps away from the table to try to hide her face in shame and fear. One confident betting man outside mentions he's still sure of his choice, citing how much thicker the flow from her had been.

The boy runs his bladder dry and follows his sister's lead.

The well dressed man is quick to collect the pair and hold them where their suffering is better visible to the voyeurs who'd brought them in. The clear funnels are allowed to drop to the floor.

Ravyn's head spins from the sickening feeling in his stomach as the fluid he's been forced to intake splashes about inside him. He groans and sheds a couple tears while the men point and debate over who will be declared the winner.

CLICK

The sound is a shock to the boy.

The malnourished assistant releases the restraints on Ravyn and lifts him from the table by his armpits. For a moment, the dragon wonders if it's all finally over.

Of course, he isn't so lucky.

The boy is barely able to stand by now, so it's easy enough for the man, weak as he may be, to lean Ravyn's head over one bucket and rear over the other. The translucent containers have fluid level markers up and down them.

SPLORSH SPLASH TRICKLE SLOSH

Pressure is applied to Ravyn's full midsection, and from both ends the invasive fluid is drained out. It's a horrible torrent that finally subsides when the dragon is fully emptied and cast aside.

The girl had ultimately passed more fluid into the little dragon, and though there are certainly cheers at the winner being declared, murmurs about something else begin to take precedence.

Another bet that'd been placed in the midst of all the repeated invasive actions taken toward Ravyn is on everyone's minds.

"No, no, all that waste? It's stained his very feathers! He'll be unappealing with all that," one member of the crowd says.

"Nonsense, what do animals ever care?" another remarks, "He's terribly weak. The dragon's the one it'll go for."

"Please, you never get it right when we bet on who'll be the victim."

The boy being discussed meanwhile slumps against the wall. Though potentially free to stand up for the first time he can remember, his legs are far, far too weak, as is his shattered will.

Ravyn's empty gaze doesn't move to the source of subtle sound when the agent in the room picks up something on his earpiece and rustling comes from where the slave had vanished to prepare the next showing.

The sharply dressed man exits the room quietly, leaving the children alone together for the first time.

While Ravyn searches hopelessly for his strength to return to him, the little bunny girl walks up and kneels beside him, "Are— Are you awright?"

No response comes from the battered boy.

"Do you uhm... like dancing?" she makes some quiet attempt to make friends.

Though she'd learned from cartoons that a hug can make people feel better, she's afraid to lean in for one with the filth on the boy's body. Ravyn doesn't ask for comfort regardless; he barely processes that the girl is even present, though he's glad to have any company not torturing him.

SWING THUD HISSSSSSSSSS

Their brief conversation is cut short. The door to the back room swings open, and from it slithers an enormous snake. It's an exotic specimen, and men outside chatter about how quickly they think it can devour its choice of the little ones whole.

The little bunny girl shrieks and runs to cower with her brother in the corner of the room. Ravyn, now forced back to attention and action by the adrenaline that suddenly courses through him, manages to stand.

He looks around him, lost for what to even do with the newfound energy. There's nowhere to hide and certainly nowhere to run.

HISSSSSSSSSSSS

The snake fully exits the door to the back room. Its entire long body makes it out into the chamber with the cubs. Ravyn bolts toward the doorway with a weak stagger, but it slams shut before he can make it.

He's cornered himself by the wall right next to the enormous snake. Naturally, the predator lunges right for him.

COIL HISSSSSS CRACK

A strike from the snake's head knocks the little boy to the ground. The other children scream as its long, serpentine body then begins to wrap around and constrict the little dragon while the room fills with the sound of hissing and scales on cold, hard floor.

Outside, men watch intently. Some cheer or throw their hats on the ground, sure the bet may as well be over already.

HISSSSSSSSSSS SNAP CRK

Bones snap in Ravyn's body. Breaths become desperate struggles. He can hear what he's sure is his own rib cage creaking as it fights to stay in one piece. Despite it all, only a fraction of the animal's force is being used.

The snake continues moving forward well past having its entire body around the little dragon. The animal maneuvers him in its grip down its own length toward where its twin cocks have grown erect.

CRACK

One last, hard squeeze snaps something in one of the little dragon's limbs while it settles him into position with his holes aligned perfectly to the creature's reptilian shafts. All Ravyn can hear over the sound of his own, rapidly beating heart and the movements of the snake's body is the shrieks and weeping sobs that come from the bunny girl who'd moments ago tried to be his friend.

PLAP PLAT HISSSSSSSSS

And from there, it plows deeply into him. Each jerky, undexterous motion of the massive animal threatens to cave in Ravyn's body entirely while it begins to pleasure itself with him. It makes itself comfortable around its new toy while eyeing up the pair of twins left standing.

PLAT PAP PLAP

As though Ravyn weren't exhausted and battered enough already, the little dragon's body has now entirely tired itself out fighting on impulse against the snake's unshakable grasp. His limp, helpless form is continually violated while he can only gasp and sputter out occasional sobs.

The snake, meanwhile, simply enjoys itself. If anything, the animal is taking its sweet time. Its eyes, however, remain fixated on the two tantalizing cubs in the corner of the room.

PLAFT PLAPT PAT

A few more long, tense moments pass as the rich men on the other side of the glass watch intently. A faint hissing fills the air, interrupted by the sound of scales smacking against Ravyn's backside.

HOUMPH

All at once, without warning, the half of the snake that isn't occupied with constricting Ravyn lunges forward at the brother of the two bunny twins. Before he can react with anything more than a scream cut short, the snake's enormous jaws are around the whole of his upper body.

His sister shrieks and practically throws herself backward in terror while the animal drops to the floor with its catch. Flailing legs injure themselves on cold, hard walls and floor as the bunny makes futile attempts to fight for his life against the animal.

Somewhere behind all the chaos, Ravyn remains trapped in the heap of coils, body smothered from all sides as the twin cocks rub themselves inside of him. It's all he can do to keep up his breathing, and even that is painfully difficult to manage.

GULP ULK

The head of the snake jerks forward then reels itself back. Half a foot of distance is lost between the bunny boy's feet and the snake's waiting maw.

ULP SCHLRK

Another snappy movement forward leaves the boy unable to move his legs much at all with how much of them is caught inside the snake. Hot breath rolls from the snake's nostrils across the fuzzy feet of its prey.

GLK ULP SCHLRRRK

Finally, the snake jolts forward again and snaps its jaws shut around the little boy's paws. It lifts its head up a bit, and the bulge the boy makes slides down deeper into its body.

The prey's sister weeps in terror and grief at the scene still unfolding before her, but there's nothing more she can do.

PLAP PLAT PAP GLRRRGGGLE GWRRGGGGG

Further down the snake's body, it resumes its thrusting proper now that it's taken in its meal and settled back down. The crowd outside is split between those celebrating or loathing the surprising result of the bet and those whose gazes remain transfixed on the scene playing out before them.

The bulge inside the snake slides through it slowly until it reaches a point in the coiled mass that contacts Ravyn's trapped form. Ravyn is forced to feel the squirming shape that so easily could have been him writhing right beside him while his own painful violation continues.

PLAT PLAP PLAP SNAP GURRRGGGGLE CRACK

Bones snap and fracture in the snake's meal while its stomach sets to work. The bunny boy's body is forced into spaces tighter than it was ever meant to go, and between his rigid skeletal structure resisting being forced into impossible positions and the snake's uncaring guts pulling him consistently deeper, the animal easily wins out.

Beneath the workings of the animal's digestive tract, the breaking of bones, and the sounds of the snake's body forcefully raping him, Ravyn is sure he can hear ever so faintly the sounds of cries and pleas for help from deep inside the reptilian mass.

PAP PLAP PLAT PAP SPLRRRRRRTTT GLRRRRRGLE CRUNCH GURRRRGGGG

Though his rear end is bruised from all the abuse it has taken today, the punishment continues a bit longer for Ravyn as the snake plows him further. The smacks of scales against him become harder and faster. The snake is approaching climax.

Inside, the intense motion causes the prey boy's bones to break in further places and hastens the process of acids melting his body down.

When the massive constrictor pushes one last time into Ravyn with all its strength and gushes thick, white spunk into his holes, the force collapses the prey's ribcage entirely.

The snake and its meal go still. The snake is satisfied and lets itself relax. The bunny boy is dead.

A few moments later, the satiated snake finally releases Ravyn. He drops to the ground battered and beaten and leaking cum onto the ground, but even if just barely, he's still breathing.

Conscious, however, he is not. The end of the adrenaline coursing through him from the snake's constriction and violation of his body removes the only thing keeping his worn out mind tethered to his own senses. The world has gone dark once more.

Business continues as usual around the silent child as the cruel men's festivities carry on. The snake is corralled back into the holding area through the side door, ravenous billionaires rush in to steal the mourning girl away for further violation as soon as the animal is safely out of the room, and when things begin to settle down, the meager 'assistant' steps out to give Ravyn basic medical attention.

"Poor kid..." he dares to whisper when he's sure he won't be heard as he sets broken bones in place and applies disinfectant to countless small wounds, "Sorry for this... You're entertaining enough to them that I have to keep you alive."

He performs the remainder of his work in silence, knowing it's only a temporary fix to suffering that will be renewed all too soon.

The party continues.

When Ravyn slowly wakes back up, the scene his blurry vision picks up through the glass hardly makes sense to him. As is routine by now, however, the senses and memories flood back.

It's hard to say if the memories of what's happened so far today or his vision focusing back in tell him first what's happening outside.

The girl he'd seen before is still buried under however many rich men, all violating or striking her; some both at once. Ravyn can only barely catch the sight of her floppy ears sticking out between all the bastards. He can certainly hear her cries of pain and pleas for anyone to save her, however.

He wishes he couldn't.

Gradually, though, the cacophony outside dies down and the men gradually move away as they collectively become aware of the boy waking back up.

The way they seem to gather toward the window causes deep dread to fill him.

He doesn't even try to move at this point. He's not sure what it is he's tied to, but he's learned by now that he doesn't get to wake up without his arms and legs bound tight and that struggling will only make it all hurt more.

From the men's perspective, his place of confinement is quite plainly a breeding mount. Bets have already been placed. This time, they're betting on if Ravyn will even survive what happens to him next.

The enslaved assistant steps out with a cattle prod. At the last moment, he notices that the boy has already woken up.

Ravyn is barely saved from another zap.

The man doesn't dare speak a word to the boy, however. He quietly back into the side door. This time, he won't be orchestrating further proceedings.

Behind the scenes, he is joined by experienced stablehands poached from the horse racing trade. They don't pay him much mind as they guide a stallion toward the door.

On top of the bet as to whether Ravyn will survive, further bets have been placed for if he'll become pregnant if he does survive and who the father will be if he is. There's no guarantee whatever young he's forced to bear will even belong to a person at this point.

The horse is brought out into the room, much to the cheers of the billionaires watching.

The host in particular smiles, not only for how well his gathering is going but for the fond memories the sight brings him. The horse is the very same that he'd won a bet on in a high profile race some months prior.

Someone in the gathered crowd who had bet differently shoots him a particular look.

"Before we proceed, gentlemen," the host addresses his guests while the stablehands keep the horse stood idly in the room, "A final bid, perhaps, for what may well be the fatal sendoff to our entertainment for the night?"

"I should, of course, give the foreword that our handlers today are experts in the field. To the winner of this bid: no harm will come to you while you claim your prize," he looks over the crowd.

"Now then, can I see one million dollars for the opportunity to indulge in the boy's throat during the course of our main event?" the host calls out.

As with prior auctions, the competition that ensues is fierce and driven more than anything by a desire to flaunt their excessive hoards of wealth. The ultimate wish of each man is to display how much he can burn on such an indulgent activity without breaking his standings between his fellow bastards by dropping a rung on the countless news columns and charts ranking them among the richest people in the world.

The prize ultimately goes to a macaw, who is perhaps excessively interested in this particular event. A few laughs follow the announcement of his victory from those who had a hunch his bids would be especially competitive, though the laughter is humbled and kept in check by the one thing the men respect: pointless, excessive, vampiric wealth.

And so, the macaw moves proudly into the room to claim his prize.

"And now, everyone, let's see where the chips land," the host announces to his guests.

On his word, the handlers lead the horse to Ravyn's backside. It needs little further prompting to mount the boy on the rape rack.

SCHLRRK PLAPT

With a deep huff from the animal and a pained whine from Ravyn, the animal shoves its entire massive shaft inside the boy's sensitive cunt, and the show begins.

PLAPT PLAFT PLAP

The enormous rod grotesquely bulges Ravyn's belly. It's immediately apparent why his survival is up in the air. With just the first few strokes, Ravyn feels as though he's been impaled through the middle, and the former race horse is not wont to be gentle. It'd been bred solely for speed and power, on which it has historically delivered in spades.

While the horse's cock makes an effort to tear Ravyn in half, the winning bird opens up Ravyn's maw with his fingers. It's not hard to force the boy to comply, even when he can barely process what's happening to him and what his implicit commands are at the moment.

PLAPT PLAP PAP PLAT

The bird joins the horse in raping Ravyn, and it's certainly a pleasure for the man to silence those whimpers, whines, and yells by muffling them with his own shaft.

Ravyn's head spins. The bulge moving violently up and down his midsection leaves him with a mortal terror he struggles to parse under the intensity of his circumstances and the trauma of the preceding events that he has still yet to fully comprehend.

All the while the feathers brushing his face give him a sickening reminder of what this same avian had done to him prior. There's nothing he can do to fight back with all his strength having left him, and to attempt to do so would be suicide regardless.

PLAP PLAT PLAPT PLAFT

Something is tearing inside of Ravyn's body. It's hard to say what, but he can feel the blunt force inside him exceeding his limits. The horse, of course, is only pressing harder and faster for its own pleasure.

Blood slicks the animal's shaft somewhat and abates some of the abrasion, but it's far from a solution to his suffering. Especially considering it's a direct product thereof. If anything, the lubrication makes the animal move faster.

The tortured boy isn't sure what's happening, and all he knows is that everything hurts. It all hurts so badly.

The only intent the animal has is exactly what is desired of it by the event's organizers: to satiate itself with the cock sleeve it's been provided.

PAP PLAT PLAPT PLAFT PLAP

The violent penetration only becomes harder and harder. Hot, foul breath from the animal washes over Ravyn from above. The stallion has nearly met with its climax.

A sharp thrust gives Ravyn the feeling that something inside him might be in the wrong place.

Another makes his senses start to numb, to what would likely be relief if he were lucid enough to fully understand that fact.

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