[center][b]Unhappy Ending By: VeronicaFoxx For: bazingpelt[/b][/center] Will casually pushed open the back door to the massage parlor and strolled through the staff area to the management office. It was very good being the boss; everyone paid him the respect that he deserved, from the lowest janitor on up to his business partner. Everyone knew that it was [i]him[/i] in charge, and no other way to it. Everyone who saw him nodded, averted their eyes, and got the hell out of their way to get busy with whatever they were supposed to be doing, or at least look busy, which was usually good enough for him. So long as they weren't obviously slacking off or half-assing the job, he was happy enough to leave them be, but they all knew exactly what happened to anyone who disrespected him or tried to fuck with his money. Here especially they knew what happened, since it was one of his main recruiting grounds. He didn't even have to say a word when he stepped into the doorway of the manager's office to lean against the frame. The squirrel already had the week's check made out and sitting on his desk, ready to hand over. Will let the man scurry to hand it to him, tucked it into his pocket, and gave a jaunty two finger salute before heading towards the front of the parlor. It was one of the perks of the job that he could take advantage of their services, and one he often indulged in. He passed a cute little red panda masseuse along the way to the front desk and gave her ass a quick smack. She didn't bother to squeal or protest, just hustled on towards the laundry in the back with the load of towels in her arms. The raccoon grinned widely. It was [i]very[/i] good to be the boss. But sometimes, it was also a pain in the ass to be the boss. Like when one of his staff came stumbling backwards out of one of the massage rooms, screaming in whatever language she spoke and trying to hold together a halter top that had been torn completely beyond repair. [i]That[/i] kind of thing pissed him off. "Get back in here, you stupid bitch!" came an outraged cry from inside the room. "I know damn well you do that here. My dad told me so. Do you know who the hell I am? I'll have your ass deported!" The raccoon paused for a moment as the masseuse fled past him, taking a deeeeeep breath and putting on his best "customer service" smile before stepping into the room. "How ya doin? I'm the boss here. What's the problem, son?" The occupant was a young hare, early to mid twenties, swimmer's body, long and lanky with a little musculature, and sleek, well-cared for fur. His tone and attitude radiated "rich cunt" so strongly that Will wanted to gag and hold his nose, but the raccoon held his smile. This might not turn out so bad after all, because this little bitch was fucking with his business, fucking with his money, and [i]everyone[/i] knew what happened when you did that to him. "You're the boss?" the kid demanded, sitting with nothing but a towel draped across his lap. "Tell one of your sluts to get in here and give me my happy ending, then. I [i]know[/i] you do that here. I sure as hell paid enough to get one." Will stepped over to lean against the end of the table furthest away from the young man, his smile growing wider though the coldness in his eyes should have been a warning. "That so, boy? How much'd you pay?" "Two-hundred, for an 'all-over' massage, and we both know what that means." "Sure do, means all-over just like it says, so why'd my girl go runnin' out?" The hare shrugged, though he blushed slightly despite his affronted facade. "I might've grabbed her a little, but what's the harm in that? She had her hands on my cock, so why shouldn't I get a little feel in, too?" Will nodded sagely. "Sure, sure, thing is, this is kinda like a strip club. Look, but don't touch. They can touch, but you can't. Now, I think you owe my girl for a new top, and those uniform shirts ain't cheap. And considering we have you on camera sexually assaulting one of my employees, too..." He casually pointed to a camera in the corner near the ceiling where the angle would have hid her activities but captured the hare's. "Let's say another two-hundred'll settle things nicely and keep everyone happy." "Look here, you fucking shithead, do you have any idea who my father is? He's a fucking senator, and all I need to do is say the word. Your shitty little sex shop will be out of business so fast your head'll spin." Will looked suitably awed and cowed, raising his hands defensively. "Oh, [i]so[/i] sorry about that, son, I had no idea! Lemme just get my head masseuse in here. We'll give you a full deep tissue on the house, and I'll make sure there's a happy ending. Cross my heart." Apparently the kid entirely missed his sarcasm, simply glaring as he backed out the room and headed for the front desk. He gave a few whispered instructions to the otter who sat there before taking her place behind the desk. It wasn't very difficult work, and it let him ponder an appropriate level of punishment while he took a few phone calls for appointments and directed a single walk-in client towards an available room. He only had to wait about twenty minutes before the otter returned, gave him a nod, and they swapped places once more. The kid was passed out on the massage table with his flacid cock draped across his stomach and drool coming out of his mouth. "Well, kid, I hope that was a good one, 'cause it's the last one you'll ever have," the raccoon chuckled to himself as he went to retrieve a laundry cart. The hare was dumped into the bottom of the trolley cart, some dirty towels piled in on top of him, and wheeled out back where some of the staff were waiting to help load it into the back of Will's van. It was standard practice for those who lasted any time here, and it was usually those who couldn't hack the job that ended up in the cart. He could tell they were all relieved that it wasn't one of them, and they even thanked him for taking care of such a troublesome client. He assured the girls that he'd always be ready to lend a hand with that kind of thing before heading out. He'd need to make an extra stop along the way, but that wasn't too bad. He wrote his own schedule after all. He did place a call along the way, though, to make sure everything would be ready when he arrived. If the kid wanted to grope some boobs, well, he'd have plenty to grope soon enough. # A month later, the raccoon sat in the chair of a sleazebag motel that he also owned, the kind of place that rented by the hour and kept girls on call. [i]His[/i] girls, and today they'd be getting a new one on staff. He watched with pleasure as a pair of hefty wolves hauled a large duffel bag into the room and hefted it onto the bed then left in silence. His boys knew just as well as anyone else to do their jobs, show respect, and keep their mouths shut if they knew what was good for them. He couldn't keep the wide grin off his face as he locked the door and pulled the black-out curtains closed then checked to make sure that that both cameras were rolling and angled properly to catch everything in frame. Rubbing his hands together, he approached the duffel on the queen-sized bed, all decked out for Valentine's with heart pillows and red, silk bedspread. The zipper was slowly peeled back, and he let out a sigh of pleasure. Doc Ramirez always did great work. With a quick roll, the unconscious hare was spilled out onto the bed, much changed from when he'd been sent to visit the old panther plastic surgeon. But [i]she[/i] wasn't quite perfect just yet, especially not for being freshly broken in. The raccoon went to the bag he had brought with him to retrieve the bunny slut's new work uniform. First things first, a ring gag went in. He hated chatty bitches. Next came a collar around the neck and cuffs for the wrists. A pair of chains ran through rings on the cuffs, one end of each clipped to the collar with the other end attaching to the nipple piercings that topped the bunny's absurdly impressive rack. The kid could get in all the feels he wanted on those tits and still take a year to cover both of them. Next came a set of leg restraints that latched around the bunny's ankles and thighs, keeping her legs folded tight. No hopping away from this one. The last thing to go on was the chastity belt, a metal cage that locked around the bunny's cute little pecker with a strap that ran between the engorged balls and up between her ass cheeks to attach to the metal belt. There was a metal ring that kept the bunny's cheeks spread and fit right atop the tight little pucker beneath her tail. He rolled his newest whore onto her back and spread her legs so that he could stroke those swollen testicles, chuckling to himself. The hormone shots always shrank the cock and balls, but everyone seemed to like bigger balls on the dick chicks, so a bit of silicone and saline made them swell up permanently, and it made them so very much more sensitive. He kept fondling and stroking those tender orbs until he saw the shemale's cock swelling to press painfully against the bars of the tiny cage that kept it from getting anywhere near fully erect, then came the fun part. He picked up the riding crop from his pile of toys and gave a few test swings, enjoying the whistle it made as it cut the air, then he took careful aim between the bunny's legs. "Wakey wakey!" he called as he brought the leather tip down as hard as he could on one of the swollen balls. It elicited a twitch and a bit of a gurgle, but little more. Kid must have been a hell of a struggler to need that big of a dose just for transport. Well, that'd just make him all the more fun to break. Will repeated his wake-up call as he swatted the other ball, then again and again, getting a more and more of a response with each swat until the kid finally jolted awake with a scream fit to wake the dead. Before she could get out more than a second or two of shrieking, the raccoon rammed a dildo down her throat, specially designed to lock with the ring gag and with a hollow down the center to allow breathing. It cut off the sound to a shrill whistle of air rushing in and out of the breathing hole as the bunny writhed on the bed, eyes nearly bugging out of her head with the pain. It didn't help that the kid tried to reach down and grab her poorly treated balls, which just yanked on the chain and her nipple piercings, causing even more squeak toy noises to issue from the cock-gag. Will couldn't help but give a laugh until he had to sit in the chair beside the bed, holding his sides. Eventually the bunny calmed down enough to just stare at him with wide-eyed terror. She'd wet the bed, even, and the raccoon went into a fit of laughter all over again when he saw. The bunny bitch kept trying to squirm and move away from him, run, escape, something, but couldn't even do much more than roll onto her side with those massive tits in the way. The confusion and further horror of [i]that[/i] realization had Will in absolute [i]hysterics[/i]! This time, it was the raccoon that had to calm down, eventually wheezing to a stop, holding his aching sides and wiping tears from his eyes. God, it was always great to watch a new whore figure everything out. "God damn, kid!" he exclaimed, walking over to stand beside the bed, grinning down at the horrified bunny. "You're funny as all fuck, y'know that? See, here's the problem. I [i]do[/i] know who your daddy is. I [i]own[/i] your daddy. He's so deep in my pocket, he's givin' me a handjob right fucking now." He grabbed the bunny's now floppy ears and dragged her upright, watching he squeal and flail until she got her legs beneath her. He'd always thought lop-eared rabbits were much cuter than the ones with ears that stood up, so he always got the muscles that controlled them surgically cut to make them all nice and limp. Plus, they made terrific handholds. "See that?" he asked, pointing towards the cameras. "Wave hi for daddy, little bunny slut! Go on, now!" He had to threaten the use of the riding crop before the kid frantically flapped her hands towards the lenses, tears streaming down his face and snot pouring from her nose. The raccoon left the girl kneeling there and went to retrieve some tissues. It was always disgusting when they snotted up like that. He wasn't very gentle when wiping the bunny's face, but she didn't seem to care much. She was staring in horror at the mirror on the wall opposite the bed, able to finally see the full extent of the transformation she'd gone through. Fully feminized, with a large, jiggly ass, a slim waist that would never widen thanks to a subdermal belt pinching it in, huge tits and balls, and bright pink fur to top it all off. Will squeezed his head in beside the bunny's staring into her eyes through the mirror. "Welcome to your new home, Cotton Candy. Get it? Cotton Candy? You're a pink little cottontail? Yeah, you get it." He wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders and addressed his invisible audience. "I hope y'all enjoy the show, and remember to stop by the Rabbit Hole Motel. We've got the best of every kind of cunt you could want, all at dirt cheap prices, and you're about to see why." He shucked his pants before moving to stand on the bed with his already hard cock flopping against the top of the bunny's head. He held onto her ears with one hand while using the other to drag the leaking top all over her face, mussing her fur and leaving a trail of slime, then he yanked out the cock-gag and replaced it with his own shaft. It was exactly the same size, but without the breathing hole. The kid struggled, of course, they always did when they were new, yanked at her own nipples as she flailed her hands around, tried to buck and thrash but with not an ounce of leverage at all, gagged and choked and probably tried to vomit. His cock filled her throat full to bursting, and he wasn't letting her go until he was good and damn ready to. After a couple minutes, she began batting at his thighs, eyes straining in their sockets, lids fluttering, and he knew she was running out of air. Still, he held himself in her until her eyes started going blank and rolling up into their sockets before pulling free. He let her gasp in a few deep breaths, slapping her cheeks with his cock for good measure, then slammed it right back in. It went on like that for a good twenty minutes, just because he enjoyed it, loved the power, knowing he could very well kill them if he wanted to, knowing that they knew it too before he was done, and especially knowing that not a single thing would happen to him if he decided to go ahead and off them. It was a hell of a rush. This one, though, this one was gonna learn some fucking respect before she died. Eventually, he shoved her off of his cock and onto her back on the bed to lie there gasping and squeaking, throat raw and aching. The splatter of white across the pink of her groin and balls made him start laughing all over again. "Oh my fucking god, kid! Did you seriously fucking cum from that shit?" He turned towards the cameras and pulled a remote from his shirt pocket to zoom them in on the splatter of semen. "That ain't mine, folks! This little cottontail is a verified cock slut, no two ways about it! She'll be getting all the cock she can gobble tonight, and for every night for the rest of her life, so make sure to get yours in before she's all used up!" He reset the cameras and rolled the rabbit over, presenting her ass to the cameras as he got down and positioned himself. He didn't bother with lube or even spit; his cock was slimed well enough with her saliva to fit through a pinhole, and he wanted that virgin pucker to feel every last inch of him. She managed to let out a fearful moan and squirm her legs when he pressed himself against her hole, but he grabbed firm hold of her tail with one hand and her ears with the other, yanking her backward as he [i]drove[/i] himself into her, enjoying the strangled scream that came out as he fed every last inch of his fat cock into her. Well, not [i]every[/i] last inch, but no one was perfect on their first try. He smashed her head into the bed to muffle any further screams and pulled hips back to plow inward once more, once, twice, three times, four, and then his hips were flush with her plump rear end. He ground against her, feeling his balls pressing against her artificially larger ones, and let out a pleased murr. Yeah, there was a reason they liked the dickchicks with big ones. Unfortunately, he wasn't really there for pleasure; this was business, and he had other things to take care of. He did, however, make sure to ram his cock into her as deep as he could with each and every thrust. He wanted her to taste his cock tip on the back of her tongue when he came, and that didn't take all that long. He let the first few spurts of his load fill her back door before pulling out to coat her back, shooting hard enough to splatter across her neck and ears. Then he moved aside to show the cameras, giving her balls a firm swat as he did so. "Next!" he called out, and the motel door opened. The bunny turned her head in startled terror and stared, gargling out protests. A brown hare in a business suit stood in the doorway, and beyond him was a mingling crowd of men that filled the parking lot outside the room. "Hello, Madison," the new man said, beginning to strip out of his suit, folding the clothes carefully to set them aside. "I told you [i]very specifically[/i] that you were [i]not[/i] to go to that massage parlor. This is your own fault, you fucking idiot." "It's Cotton Candy now, senator," Will corrected, before calling out, "Hey, let's get one more in here! Bitch's got two holes to fill!" The raccoon laughed as the bunny's daddy came over to choke her on his cock while a wolf wandered in and shut the door, stripping as fast as he could so he could knot that bunny bum before it got too loose for him to stick. [center][b]The End[/b][/center]