With the serene glow of the midnight moon lighting up a very poor, underdeveloped looking neighborhood in a small, post-industrial town, being the only reliable light source for most of its blocks this time of day, a small, feminie looking Bunny made his way through.

A hasteness was apparent in his steps, but not so hasty as to attract attention, doing his best to observe his surroundings for dangers on the poorly maintained sidewalks, or for people stalking him in the decayed houses, keeping to himself as best as he could.

He wore a hoodie several times bigger than his size, protecting him from the harsh cold of the rural winter night, with the thick cotton coating also acting as a good absorber of any damage incase he got into any danger.

As he wandered around more and more, worrying with each step if he's gotten lost, he eventually hears a voice calling out to him, making him freeze in place.

"Y-Yoo baby girl... I got.. 20 dollars... how about it~?" An elderly looking opposum said, laying on a lawn which didn't look like he owned, a few empty looking beer bottles on the grass beside him, and as he's finishing his sentence, he gets up and pulls his filthy, scuffed pants, exposing his already hardening cock, the extent of how unwashed it looked being something the bunny didn't want to think about.

As the possum started slowly approaching him, almost tripping over himself due to his drunkness, and the moment the young bunny felt the wet, mushy feel of the possum's hand on his ass, he unfroze, and pushed him away as hard as he could, running away in a panic after.

"OW fuck, you bitch! We'll fucking get you you fucking whore!" The possum shouted as he tried getting up, a few other similarly disheveled bums coming out of the house with the lawn the possum was laying on, all of them looking horny and pissed off, seeming like they were going to kidnap the young bun for their pleasure.

Running as fast he could, trying to drown out the noise of angry stampeding behind him by constantly repeating the directions for the location he's trying to reach, almost falling over with each turn he makes, until he finally finds it, the place he was looking for, a dingy, shady looking tattoo shop, with a really big, mean looking german shepherd infront of it, a metal chain keeping it held to the store.

Sprinting to the store with extreme haste, he eventually reaches it, cowering behind the guard dog, tears pouring from his eyes, his sniveling almost sounding like a puppy's.

He felt infinitely less scared of the dog than the crowd now infront of him, all of them either cussing him out or talking about the ways they want to molest him, hoping that it'll protect him, softly holding onto it.

The dog could feel the trembling yet soft touch of the young cub holding onto it, able to recognize the severe amount of distress he felt, alongside being able to recognize such a familiar, almost familial smell stuck to him, covering the young cub's entire body.

And so, despite his training conditioning him to be aggressive towards anything and everything, the big shepherd felt an obligation to protect someone putting so much faith in him, someone who reminded him so much of his own kind, making him stand firm infront of the crowd, barking aggressively at them, as well as randomly lunging at them with bared fangs, until they all dispersed in fear, not wanting to mess with a dog this big.

With no one in the crowd remaining, the young bunny hugged his savior tightly, but not so tightly to make him uncomfortable aggressive, petting it all the while rubbing his face against it, which the dog was really happy with, licking the cub in return.

After a while of them being locked in this hug, the big shepherd slightly nudged the young cub away from him, making him fall onto the floor, only to sit ontop of him, getting a better angle to lick him more aggressively, giving many cute noises all throughout.

But, what the cub noticed more, was the dog's sheath sitting between his thighs, and with him being so handsome, and so much bigger than him, almost completely restricting the cub's movement from his size, the bun blushed really heavily, giving the dog a really big, awkward, horny smile, lightly rubbing his sheath between his fluffy thighs, making the dog start to snarl a little, giving light bites to the cub's fur in the middle of his licks, with his knot beginning to slightly rise too.

Although, just as things began to heat up, the store's entrance opened up, a raccoon stepping out of it, his long, braided, red hair covering one of his eyes slightly, the sound of the chains on his baggy blue jeans along with his holster shaking being apparent due to him running out of the store, a small amount of ash falling on his black metal music band t-shirt, a slightly annoyed and worried expression on his face, his emerald green eyes scouting all around him, wondering what the ruckus outside was.

As soon as he saw the young bunny under his dog, with said dog having a small chub, he got an idea of what's going on, giving the young cub a small smirk and saying: "Dang, looks like you two got a good introduction already, huh?", his tone teaseful and slightly mocking.

"A-Ah! R-Really sorry about that, just, this group of people ran after me and um, um... y-your dog is really nice, u-um, please give him a treat on my behalf..." The young bun responded, sounding panicked at first, worrying if what he's done made the owner angry, tho the more he talked and the more he stared at the dog, seeing how happy and excited he was, his train of thought changed lanes to that instead, speaking from his heart about how much he liked the cute beast.

"Dude, you're fine, no need for the courtesy, we both know you're gonna get fucked by him eventually" The raccoon responded, being very smug and teaseful with his tone, lightly licking his lips after saying that.

"Still, don't be a dumbass and bring something for self-defense next time, even if you don't need to use it, it's good for intimidation, things are really rough around here" He continued, sounding both worried for and annoyed by the young bun, being really commanding with his tone.

"S-Sorry... I'll... definitely do so next time, sorry." The young bunny responded, sounding guilty for making the raccoon worried, and for not thinking this through so well.

"I'll take your word on that, now, you wanna enter? or should I leave you too alone for a bit?" The raccoon responded, ever teaseful in his tone.

"Y-Yeah, sorry... I'll... come in now!" The young bunny responded, trying to lightly push off the bigger dog, not wanting to be forceful about it or hurt his feelings, which the dog understands, giving him one final, long lick, making the young bun give a cute giggle, before walking off.

After getting up and dusting himself off, he gives the dog a big pet, and enters the store after, the raccoon following him inside, closing the doors behind him.

The reception area of the store looked really dirty and decayed, the chairs rusted and the padding on them barely intact, many of the ceiling tiles completely missing, and the floor was also quite filthy, the only things he noticed being well taken care of were a poster for a band called "battle angel", and a vintage neon sign with the store's name on it: " ", which made the young bun uneasy, hoping the inking won't be as dirty as everything else.

As soon as he entered the room with the tattoo machine tho, he felt a sense relief, as it was much cleaner and more well taken care of, if a bit dusty in some areas, with the raccoon thoroughly cleaning the tip of the tattoo gun while wearing a pair of gloves, getting the impression the store's owner cared much more about the store's reputation for being good than it looking pretty.

"Everything should be ready soon enough, so, uh, probably should've asked this earlier but, you're Ferbs, yeah?" The raccoon said, sounding distracted but still wanting to make conversation.

"Oh, yeah, I am! And... your name is? I've only ever known you by your online handle so far..." Ferbs said, a bit of curiousity in his tone, shyly rubbing his feet against the floor as he talks.

"Only fair to tell you mine I guess, it's Russel." He replied, still focused on getting everything supremely clean and in working order.

"U-Um, what's, the dog's name also? And like... where did you get him from?" Ferbs asked, sounding shy as he did, holding his hands behind his back with a slight blush.

"Wouldn't you like to know, knot-slut~?" Russel replied, his tone as teaseful and mocking as always, sticking his tongue out slightly by the end of the sentence, making Ferbs blush trying to slur out a retort, the older raccoon laughing at him over it.

"But, yeah, his name is Piper, I got him from a kill shelter since, yknow, cheaper, less red tape involved too, no one really cares what you do with him, so, yeah." Russel continued, smirking slightly as he mentions the lack of red-tape attached to Piper.

"O-Oh, that's... honestly really kind of you, almost impossible for pets in kill shelters to get the second chance they deserve, I'm really happy Piper got his... he's such a sweetheart... s-so, um, thank you... for helping him!" Ferbs replied, recovering from his flustered trance, sounding genuinely thankful of Piper being in relative safety compared to where he used to be, only to fall into a second flustered trance as he thinks more and more about Piper, and how gigantic and well mannered he is.

"Yeah, couldn't agree more, he's a good boy and stuff, anyway, everything is preped now, undress then come lay on the table" Russel said, sounding oddly dismissive at first, pointing to something which almost looks like an operating table but made of much cheaper material.

"O-Oh, okey, will do." Ferbs replied, sounding slightly anxious.

As he stood infront of the table, he took off the oversized hoodie he was wearing, sneezing softly after due to the coldness of the room, none of it landing on the clothes he wore under thankfully, which were a large pink and white striped sweater, and a long black skirt.

Taking those off too, alongside the panties and small bra he wore, he lay them all on a random chair in the room as neatly as he could, sneezing multiple times from the cold before getting adjusted to it.

As he stood infront of the tabble again, he could hear the aggressive whirrs of the tattoo gun, heightening his anxiety, still, he got up to and layed with his front on the table, the fur on his sizable butt flowing with the air, his body lightly shaking from the anxiety and cold, but the more he thinks about the tattoo and what it'll mean for him, the more his shakiness intensifies from arousal.

"I'm.. ready.." He said, looking back at Russel as he did, his voice weak, but his tone incredibly horny, a big blush being apparent on his wriggly smile.

"Seems it, just try your best to relax and, don't shake so much, alright?" Russel replied, worrying a bit he'll mess it up from how excited the young bun was.

Holding him down with one hand to lessen some of his shaking, Russel held the tattoo gun close to the bun's right butt cheek, taking things slowly and carefully, the first few lines stung Ferbs and made him groan in pain, but he quickly got used to it, since it wasn't anything as bad as he'd experienced before, still, this motivated him to keep still to make things go quicker.

With each line he drew, the older raccoon made sure everything was as he had planned, proportions, shape, consistency, etc, despite this tho, the whole thing didn't take long at all due to how simple the tattoo was, with Russel finishing after about 30 minutes.

By the time he was done, the young cub's butt had a really big, impossible to not notice paw pad on it, filled in with 3 colored stripes: blue, white and purple in that order, the greek letter zeta "ζ" right in the middle of the white stripe.

After taking Russel took a picture of it, saying that he's done, Ferbs jumped out from the table, a ton of excitement visible in his hop and on his face, begging Russel to see it, to which the raccoon happily obliged.

As soon as he saw the picture, his butt premanently emblazoned with such taboo imagery, so big and colorful that it becomes the main attraction for anyone who sees it, forcing him into a life of relationships with only beasts and other pervs alike, his mind went completely blank, drooling from both his mouth and his already hard dick, having never felt more aroused in his life, almost wanting to hug russel over it.

Before he could say anything tho, still completely stuck in his trance, he felt himself being knocked to the floor, dropping on his back, giving out a slightly pained roar from it, seeing Russel standing above him, licking his lips with a clear bulge forming in his pants.

"Just so you know... you owe me a lot after I accepted to paint you this tattoo, risking my reputation and safety doing so, only fair me and Piper get a piece of your young, zoophilic ass" Russel said, his tone sounding much more threatening and assertive than ever before, slightly drooling as he looked upon the much young, much smaller cub laying completely naked and aroused on the floor infront of him, feeling an almost primordial desire to completely ruin his throat and ass, wanting to do it with his best fucktoy as well, Piper.

As scared Ferbs felt from the harsh, sudden tone change, and the much more aggressive look on Russel's face, he couldn't help but feel an extreme desire to oblige, to be this pervert's toy for the night, if it meant also getting a chance to be used by Piper, the sweetheart he fell for almost the moment he's seen him, thoughts of how much he wanted Piper for himself to ruin his ass and fill his tummy with his feral cum interfering any rational thought he could've had.

Due to being completely drunk on lust, the young cub lays on his front instead, swaying his ass in the air for Russel, all the while staring at him with a needy look, saying: "Just with your tattoo gun, you ruined any chances I had of a normal relationship, or a normal life, now I'm just a fucktoy for beasts and zoos alike, and it'd only make me happy if you and your beast were to help completely break me into that role~", his tone extremely seductive and aroused, his voice cracking a ton throughout from all the saliva leaking from his mouth, his dick twitching and leaking the most pre it ever has, his asshole flinching with excitement.

After seeing the utterly depraved, shameless display the young bunny gave him, Russel's face turned a harsh red, his bulge harshly pulsating against his pants, as if begging to be let free.

His entire body was intensely shaking, his mind keeping him frozen from all the taboo thoughts he was having, and his body wanting to pounce onto the young whore of a cub and utterly ravage him.

But instead of doing what his instincts told him, he instead said: "Wait a moment here" with a wary, but aroused tone, walking out of the room and out of the store, opening the lock on Piper's leash and guiding him inside, closing the door to the store with all 5 locks on it after, re-entering the room with a very curious, very tensed up Piper alongside him.