--Zaryn - The Challenger--

*Content warning. While everything in this story is consensual and follows the standard guidelines of the BDSM community, it is rather violent. Use discretion if you tend to be triggered by sexual violence.*

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The Stag sat in a chair that seemed much too small for him. But then, it was difficult to find any furniture built for the Cervine race from the south unless it was imported. This armchair was not imported.

Naris, the Fox sat behind his desk in a chair built to impress. The Stag probably would have been more comfortable in the imposing leather monolith, but the fox would never let a guest enjoy more luxury than him.

“Are you sure I can’t interest you in a drink?” the Fox asked, “I keep all the best stuff for my business associates.”

Zaryn, the Bunny, in her tight dress and leather collar, stood behind the Stag’s chair. She allowed her hand to droop closely to his shoulder, just beside his cheek, so as he shifted in his seat, he would occasionally brush against her.

“No. I already told you, I’m here for this whore of yours that people keep telling me about,” the Stag replied firmly.

“Ah-hah,” Naris laughed, his eyes flicking upwards to Zaryn for a moment. He lifted a hand to give a small point. “I prefer to call her a courtesan, but that’s her right behind you, Mr. Moramo.”

The Stag looked startled for a moment. He sat forward, turning his head back to the Bunny standing against his chair.

“Her!?” he practically spat.

“Yes, that’s Zaryn. Finest Courtesan in Dragonward,” the Fox said proudly.

“I prefer Kinkiest Whore in Dragonward,” the Bunny said with a smirk. She lowered her hand down, offering it to the Stag. He just sat there goggle-eyed at her.

“She’s so small, though,” Moramo said to Naris before returning his gaze to the Bunny. “And her tits are… practically not there.”

Zaryn just giggled. “Ee-hee! Some guys prefer my body type.”

The Stag placed his shocked expression back on Naris. “Can she even take a guy as… big as me?”

“I’m sure you flatter yourself, but…” Naris began before Zaryn interrupted.

“Ass or pussy?”

Naris snorted with laughter before quickly regaining his composure. “I assure you, Zaryn is capable of making your wildest dreams come true.”

“Bold to say, considering you don’t know what my dreams might be,” the Stag huffed.

Naris just dismissed it with a wave. “There are certain rules. If you choose to wound Zaryn, no marks above her collarbone. You can’t kill her, obviously, but she’ll act dead if that’s what you’re into. She also will allow herself to be drugged, if that isn’t enough for you. There are plenty of cuffs, binds, and implements of torture in the room. Otherwise, it’s up to her what’s off-limits, but you’ll find there isn’t much.”

“Ee-hee!” Zaryn giggled from behind the Stag.

Moramo turned back to the Bunny, looking her over with narrowed eyes. Eventually, he snorted. “I have my doubts.”

Zaryn gave a Cheshire grin to the large Cervine. “I do like a challenge.”

With another huff, the Stag got to its feet. “Fine. Let’s go, girl.”

“Hold up, friend,” the Fox said, raising a hand in protest. “I need some sort of commitment before I hand Zaryn over to you.”

“Considering how eager he was for a whore, I’d say he’s afraid of commitment, darling,” the Bunny teased.

Naris couldn’t help but smile in amusement at the comment.

The Stag gave yet another annoyed huff. “Let me see if she’s any good first, then you’ll have your deal.”

The Fox just chuckled. “That’s not how this works. I won’t let you just ravage my partner then just walk out with no commitment.” He reached down and pulled a drawer in his desk. From there, he produced a contract and a leather leash. He then took a quill from its well and held it out.

“It’s a fair deal, and you get a little fuck on the side,” Naris added. “Sign the paper and have fun.”

Moramo gave a sideways glance to Zaryn. He then walked his way over to the desk, his hooves thudding against the floor. He yanked the quill from the Fox’s hand and quickly scrawled his signature across the paper. He gave a glare to Naris, then took hold of the leash, and stomped back across the room to Zaryn. With the leash linked to her collar, he led her toward the door.

“Have fun, you two,” Naris said, leaning back in his chair.

While Zaryn may have been on the leash, she led Moramo down the hall and to the bedroom. The Bunny had barely stepped inside and was in the process of turning to her patron when she was startled by the door slamming. A hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her clear off the ground with no effort.

“You really think you can handle me, girl?” the Stag asked through grit teeth.

Zaryn grabbed at the hand that grasped her by the neck. Between choking sounds, a giggle escaped her lips, “Ee-hee!”

In a quick motion, the Stag threw Zaryn onto the bed, where she landed gently onto the covers. Pulling herself up to sit, she watched as Moramo undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His manhood was already fully erect. Zaryn took a moment to wonder how long he had it. Was it from choking her, or was he hard when he signed the contract? Maybe he was into her body type, after all.

The Stag walked over to the side of the bed with heavy hoofsteps. “Your master didn’t tell me a safe word, but he also gloated about how you can take anything.”

The Bunny giggled, “It’s 'gelatin,' I appreciate you asking.”

With a snort and roll of his eyes, he reached out and grabbed Zaryn by the leg, dragging her over to the edge of the bed. He leaned over her, the rack on his head looming menacingly. Reaching down, he unhooked the leash and tossed it aside. A hand wrapped back around Zaryn’s throat as the Stag leaned down and sneered into her face.

“I’ll make you cry, whore,” he threatened. “I’ll make you regret taunting me.”

Zaryn’s expression immediately turned to wide-eyed fear. Her hands rose to grasp at the Stag’s arm in an attempt to loosen his grip.

“P-please,” she rasped.

A sadistic grin crossed the muzzle of the Stag. “You’re mine now!”

The Stag then moved its muzzle down to Zaryn’s breast, taking a long lick across her nipple. The Bunny squirmed in its grasp, struggling to breathe and pushing against his powerful arm.

Reaching down, he grabbed Zaryn’s panties and ripped them off with one smooth motion, dropping them on the floor. The Stag took hold of his erect member and pushed it against Zaryn’s vulva. With a forceful thrust, he was inside the Bunny.

“Ngh, you’re tight,” he said with a chuckle. “Are you sure you’re a whore?”

The Bunny wasn’t in any position to offer a response, not that the Stag cared for one. He just drew himself back and thrust himself back into the small woman. A strangled cough was all she could react with as she clawed at the arm that held her down.

The Stag snorted as he quickened his rhythm, ramming himself into the struggling Bunny. The bed creaked under the force.

With a grunt, the Stag released Zaryn’s throat, then gripped her shoulder to roll her over. The Bunny gasped for air and pulled at her collar, as Moramo grabbed her by the hips and raised her butt into the air.

There was a sharp scream as the Stag forced himself into Zaryn’s ass. Her hands moved to grip the sheets tightly.

“Mmm, I bet you regret saying you could take someone as big as me,” he said, already beginning to push harder into the Bunny.

With one hand, he took hold of her tail, and with the other, he hooked a finger through a loop on her collar. He moved it around to the back of her neck, then gradually began pulling it towards him. He lifted her by the collar until her back would arch no further and she was again choking. She clawed at the buckle of the collar, but it was kept secure by a small padlock.

The Bunny was breathless as the Stag slammed himself into her. Her ears flopped with each thrust, but nothing more than a slight squeak could escape her mouth.

“What’s the matter, whore? Can’t manage to say the safe word?” he taunted.

A sputtered cough was all the Bunny could manage in response. She was being completely lifted off the bed by her tail and collar. The Stag was relentless, impaling her by pulling her back into his thrusting hips. Faster and faster he pounded until with one more hard thrust he climaxed inside the helpless Rabbit. She went limp.

The Stag dropped the Bunny back onto the bedsheets. Breathing hard, he rolled his neck. Then he looked down on the motionless Bunny and waited for her to respond.

“Okay, enough with the act. I appreciate the thought, but I know you ain’t dead,” he said.

With a mischievous grin, Zaryn rolled over to face the Stag. He rolled his eyes in return.

Marching over to where he dropped his pants, he began redressing himself. The Bunny sat up and scooched herself to the edge of the bed.

“Well?” she asked.

The Stag paused, looking back over at the Bunny with a cocked eyebrow. He gave a resigned nod.

“You’re real good, kid. Most would have said uncle, but you rode out the whole thing,” he admitted.

The Bunny shrugged, the smile never leaving her lips. “Enh, it was fun. You’re a rough one, and honestly, that’s what I like.”

Fastening his belt, the Stag gave a chuckle. “So, do I need to find more business opportunities for your master before he lets me take you for another ride, or…”

“You’ll have to ask him the next time you’re in town,” Zaryn replied. “I’m his to give out.”

Another nod from the Stag before he turned to the door and let himself out quietly. Zaryn fetched a fresh pair of panties and pulled them on under her dress. Then, she returned to the office where Naris looked up from his desk.

“Well?” he asked.

“He choked the shit out of me,” she replied. “He either hates women, loves power, or doesn’t feel he has enough control over his life.”

“Mm-hmm, and..?” Naris pressed.

“My thought is the last one, but you haven’t given me many details to go off of,” she said.

The Fox leaned back in his chair. “That’s fine, he’s a small fish.”

“Nothing small about him,” Zaryn laughed.