Spice the bunny left the halls of her private christian school and stepped out into a cloudy Friday afternoon. Always one to keep an eye on the weather, she had brought her umbrella with her and opened it up as rain started to fall from the sky. The crowds of children that went to school with her crowded in any dry areas they could find from the falling rain, not risking a soaked uniform until they got calls from their parents verifying their arrival or approach to school grounds.

But even if Spice hadn’t brought her umbrella, a wet uniform wouldn’t have bothered her. If anything, it might have been a plus. Men loved seeing girls in wet clothes, didn’t they?

Spice walked a good five blocks away from her school and stood on the street corner with the statue of some war hero or another, and waited patiently in the rain. She had taken her phone out, and as she waited for her ride, she scrolled through the various social media posts made by the bull that would be picking her up today. She had been studying him all day, but she never slacked off when it came to her work. His name was Travis Diehard, and he was twenty seven years old. More than half of the photos he uploaded onto his social feed were of him half naked and showing off his well nurtured physique. He was rippling from neck to hoof in bulging muscle, and even when he shared a picture of himself with a pretty young friend, Spice noticed that it was always in a way that showed off his muscled body first and foremost. 

There was nothing wrong with that as far as Spice was concerned. He had clearly spent a lot of time and energy sculpting himself into a muscled beast and it was only natural he wanted to show that off. Not for the first time, Spice found herself wondering why a man like that would need to use her family’s services. He was handsome and disgustingly rich. He should have plenty of opportunities to sweep perfectly willing partners off their feet, so why did he need to pay to have Spice keep him company?

A car approached, and Spice looked up to make sure that it matched the picture that Travis had sent her earlier that day before putting her phone away. As it slowed, she went over her battle plan: Be bashful for as long as you can, look at his pecs to show him you’re intimidated, let him crack a joke or tell a story, then get closer so you look like you’ve let your guard down….

The caramel colored rabbit was somewhat clinical in her approach to her dates but that was only because she had been raised to value the satisfaction of the customer over her own pleasure. So she preferred to think that she had dating down to a science. She waited until the limo cab passed and the whole thing came to a stop, opening the door to the back and coming face to face with the bull that had spent the morning sending her his dick pics.

“Get in, honey.” Travis told her with a deep, slightly raspy voice. He was in a fine black and white suit, a champagne bottle in one hand a glass in the other, his legs spread too wide for her to comfortably fit on either side of him. She brought her umbrella in, leaving it where it would do the least water damage, and closed the door behind her before she gave Travis a small smile and slowly sat down on his lap, pretending she didn’t notice his enormous bulge pressed against her little tail.

The limo started driving a few seconds after she had closed the door, and Travis had put the bottle in the nearby cooler, putting his hand on Spice’s back as he looked her up and down, not bothering to hide the lust in his eyes as they lingered on the hem of her skirt, which barely grazed the top of her knees.

“Hello, Mr. Diehard…Y-you’re even more buff in person…” Spice darted her eyes away from his as she feigned being flustered by his physique. Honestly, Spice felt very at home in the lap of rich and muscley men. But she knew her timidness would win them over where her confidence would make her seem unappealing. To her satisfaction, the bull gave a gruff chuckle and started stroking his big hand up and down her back.

“You’re real prettied up yourself, miss Spice. You go to a christian school?” he asked, giving her her cue to talk herself dumb for a little bit.
“Y-yes, Mr. Diehard-”
“Call me Travis” he cut her off before drinking from his glass.
“Yes, uhm, yes, Travis..”She gave her tail a few twitches, keeping herself fully committed to the role of the timid amateur
“I go to St. Unova’s…do you like the uniform?” she asked as his eyes focused on her chest, knowing full well he was interest more in the supple little hills under her shirt than the crest on her blouse.

“Yeah...that skirt it pretty nice alright…but you remember our little promise?”
Spice gave a gulp for show and took her skirt by the hem, lifting it up to show off her naked mound, honoring his instructions from their private messages about wearing his “uniform” today- a skirt too short to be allowed during school hours and no panties underneath.

Spice blushed on command and gave a ‘surprised’ gasp when the bull’s hand left her back, wrapped around her waist and settled over her slit, brushing up and down. “I know I’m not the first guy to buy your time…” He rasped, pulling her closer to his chest and looking into her eyes as his fingers probed at the edges of her entrance. “so why you acting so jumpy?”

“I-I’m just not-”She gave a yip and a well practiced twitch throughout her body as two fingers slipped inside her pussy. 
“You’re not what?” he asked with the big grin that let Spice know her show was being well received.
“I’m…other men aren’t as…” she looked him up and down, eyes lingering on his wide chest and she bit her lower lip, purposely letting the little silence get heavy as she could before satisfying him “…do…do you work out?”

The bull laughed so hard that she was vibrating on his lap. She made sure to blush as hard as she could, remembering the time that she had fallen in front of the classroom to give her book report and gotten a nosebleed to make the blush as vibrant as possible, staying quiet as the bull collected himself so she looked truly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I work out baby.” He took her chin in his hand and lifted her gaze to meet his, and Spice focused on how the boy she had had a crush on had taken her to the nurse’s office after she fell to make her expression look even more timid in his gaze. He looked long into her eyes, and she could see his approval, could tell that her little play had cemented her role in his mind: A scared little girl, used to having sex for money, but not at all used to being in the presence of a real man.

“What about you?” He asked as he brought his face closer to hers, ready to give her a kiss. “Do you work that little tail of yours to stay in shape for your customers?”
“I-I…yes, Mr. Travis.”She responded, preparing herself for the kiss, deciding to ease up now and let him ‘turn her into a cock hungry slut’ as she liked to call her transition to getting to her job.

But just then, the limo stopped, and the bull gave her just a peck on the lips.
“Guess we’re here, honey. Let’s get you into something more comfortable.”
And with that, Travis opened the door and lead her out to the entrance to the sprawling mansion that was typical for Spice’s customers.

There were maids and servants all around, but the bull rushed past them, Spice in hand, too turned on already to waste time trying to impress her with his wealth and power. Before Spice knew it, she was in a huge bed, looking back and forth between Travis and all of the cameras that were aimed at the bed.

Travis was looking at her as he stripped off his shirt, and Spice decided it was time to take initiative. She crawled to the corner of the bed, looking up at him as she unzipped his pants, showing off how eager she was to get to the show going.

“Not so shy anymore, huh, little girl?” He asked as his pants fell away and his already hardened cock burst from his boxers. “what happened to all that blushing and stuttering?” Travis asked as he stroked her face, with a smile on his face that told her he had already decided that his dick was enough to do away with her timidness.
Not needing to give him any better answer, she focused on looking up at him while she bobbed her head up and down on his length, shaking her tail as she did so to give the rear camera something to catch.

This was just the foreplay, so she didn’t bother taking him too deep, instead using the blowjob to start moaning and gagging. Not the exaggerated wails of overpaid porn-stars, but subtle little noises that fit her little stature, just quiet and cute enough to make the bull think it was accidental and uncontrollable instead of rehearsed and perfected. 

“That’s enough of that.” Travis told her with his raspy voice, making her wonder not for the first time if he was a smoker. “Time to get to the good stuff…”

And he put her up, sitting her on her knees in bed as he stood in front of her, unbuttoning her blouse as she brushed her hands over his well toned arms, taking this chance to appreciate his well-toned body. As he stripped off her shirt and reveal her naked young breasts, he allowed her to continue massaging his physique, while allowing himself to play with her breasts.

“Cute tits….you’re fourteen, right?” he huffed as he got into bed with her, picking her up like she was a ragdoll and putting him on his lap again, straddling her mound on the topside of his cock, letting her wrap her thighs around it while he cupped her tiny chest in his massive hands. She gave him a nod and looked up at him, placing her hands over his and encouraging him to play with her supple little body, wiggling her hips and massaging his manhood between her legs, doing her professional best to excite him and arouse his most primal performance. “And you ready to get knocked up that young, bunny? You gonna be able to handle this cock?” His voice was low and harsh, hot breath reeking of alcohol washing over Spice. Something about that made her chest flutter, and she squeezed him even tighter between her thighs, starting to get into it now that the ego stroking was mostly done and she could allow her natural horniness to do a bit of the work.

“Mmm…I’m a bunny, Daddy…” She threw that in, feeling him throb inside her at the title. “I was born to get knocked up by a big strong bull~”
“You wanna get knocked up by a bull?” He asked in her ear, squeezing her breasts enough to make her squeal in discomfort and squirm in pleasure. “Wanna take your daddy’s cum in your womb, bitch?”
Spice let her eyes flutter, and she responded to the bull’s abuse with absent-minded moaning, barely aware of the fact that she responded like a spoiled child, telling him that she did want it, she wanted his cum so bad…all the things that men loved to hear that she could recite without even thinking about it, allowing her to fully focus on riding his massive member and grinding against the rigid definition of his body, feeling her own weakness and smallness in contrast. The bull grabbed the sweet little bunny and tossed her onto all fours, taking her long hair and pulling on it to make her face the camera in front of them.

She started to squeak at his roughness, but found herself going mute with shock as he slid his member into her snatch.

She went rigid, her bunnyhole resisting his intrusion and trying to squeeze him out. But as she moaned and shuttered, the bull did what he paid to do and rammed into her, bucking himself into her tightness with unrelenting brutality, forcing her small body to wrap around his cock in submission, sucking him in deeper each time he was able to conquer another inch. 

The bull on top of her huffed and grunted, snorting angrily as he forced her open wider and wider, making her cry from the force of his thrusts alone. He might have stopped out of concern if he didn’t also feel her the way she quivered around him, or felt the way she braced her hips and bucked into him with every stroke, taking his cock and doing her best to earn her pay and fill herself up with his spawn.

The writhing bodies smacked into each other for an hour and a half on camera, little Spice reaching one climax after another and flooding a wave of juices down the rich man’s lap as he plowed into her.
He was a special kind of big, maybe approaching a foot, that she had hardly ever had the pleasure of servicing. Every man that had paid for her fertility had been well sculpted and properly funded, ensuring that she would spawn babies that her family believed would be genetically predisposed to bring them success.

While she found the idea ludicrous, she couldn’t deny that it made her insides quiver and turned her into a drooling little fiend. On the occasion that the bull tired himself out, she would take charge, sitting him on his rear so she could bunnyhop on his cock, her little breasts bouncing up and down in his face. He even found that he could bury her face in the bedsheets and she would buck her pussy onto his cock if he stopped moving his hips, completely set on milking his manhood.

And finally, with a rude slap on her little ass, the bull finally blew, gushing what felt like a gallong of cum into her little mound. She quivered on her back, caught up in the excitement of her final orgasm, looking up at the ceiling and seeing colors flash before her eyes, too dazed to notice anything until he was done stuffing her with the plugs that her customers liked to use to replicate dog knots, sealing their juices inside her.

She lay on her back, drenched in sweat and panting hard, barely able to move. 
“Did Daddy take good care of you?” The bull asked as he got up out of bed and started getting dressed. “You came so much, I guess I did!” He laughed, looking down at her and smiling with satisfaction at his handiwork, proud to see the little slut could barely catch her breath. “And I’ll keep sending your folks those payments, just like I said. What do you got to say, little girl?” And Spice, as tired as she was, did her job, sure to satisfy the kind of man that allowed her family to live in absurd wealth and luxury. In only a few months, her body would produce a healthy young bull, the spitting image of her father with barely any traces of her own genetics. The bull would get pictures and updates as Spice’s clan raised his son, training him and the rest of their offspring to bring wealth and fame to the family name. She was only fourteen, but she had already given birth to dragons, lions, boars, and several species, performing her role as the breeder in her clan with professional dedication, and instinctive pleasure. Getting to live a lifestyle of glamour and wealth, of perversion and debasement, she closed her eyes and was able to answer him honestly, without the need to play-act, “Thank you for knocking me up, Daddy.”