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The Rottweiler wasn't known for his patience - so she better not be late...\n\n``You have to brush your [i]teeth[/i],'' she growled up at the twelve-year-old twin brothers. They were actually quadruplets, but rabbits weren't above sharing parental duties. While Mr. and Mrs. Dandelion took care of these two, Grandpa and Grandma Dandelion raised the other two, so they were as good as two sets of twins. But did Marigold have to get the two [i]boys[/i] instead of the two [i]girls?[/i]\n\n``We want to play more [i]games[/i],'' the white-furred one, Anthony, laughed and slid down the railing before Marigold could catch them.\n\n``So help me - if you don't go upstairs and into your beds this minute, I'm calling your parents!''\n\nThat shut them up. Her one good threat. They did [i]not[/i] want to get in trouble with Mr. Dandelion. Like that, they vanished up the stairs. But she wouldn't believe anything until she saw them literally sleeping in their beds. Thank God she'd already gotten them to feed and take care of their Golden Retriever, Sport.\n\nCollecting herself, she looked in the mirror to check her make-up. It fucking sucked to be a possum. Her white face and pink nose stood out like a sore thumb, only distracted from by her blueish-black eyeshadow. Her pink rat tail glistened, furlessly from her matted white-grey fur. She just wasn't that good looking. Jeremy said she was sexy, but Marigold didn't really believe him. Still, he wanted to date her, and that was enough for now. She redid her lipstick and tucked up her hair, hiking up her skirt until it was several inches shorter than her parents allowed. Worst of all was her chest. She had to stuff herself with tissues because possums literally had no breasts. Well, unless you counted the sticky fissures in her circular pouch. It didn't even open horizontally like a kangaroo, but circular, like she was some sort of alien.\n\nHer long, pink ears perked up at the silence upstairs. 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He was panting from the effort, but now all she was wearing was socks and panties, her bare, grey-and-white legs spread haphazardly in front of Connor.\n\n``Wow,'' he said in a hush, as if he might wake her up at any moment. Marigold took solace that he didn't go farther than that, just staring at her nearly naked body and snapping a few more pictures. Until she saw him sneak a paw down his pants...\n\nCould twelve-year-old boys even get horny? She could tell now that they could - at least for rabbits. And this didn't seem to be the first time he'd touched himself. His hot breath went in and out of his own bare chest (he was wearing pajama bottoms), mouth open as he watched her, touching himself. ``Wow, wow,'' he gasped. With one free hand, he gripped her furless tail, rubbing the tufts that surrounded the base of the rat-like limb.\n\nIf she hadn't been nearly comatose, her cheeks would be bright red. She'd made out with her boyfriend before, but he hadn't seen her this bare before. Connor was the first boy to see her like this, and there was nothing she could do but watch in horror! As slow as her heartbeat was, it almost slowed to stop when the boy, still touching himself, reached out with his other hand for her panties...\n\n``Connor! What the hell!''\n\nThank God - Anthony had come in search of his littermate, only to find him about to undress the last of his `unconscious' baby-sitter. Connor froze, pulling his paw out of his pants, the fur damp. ``N-nothing!''\n\n``Oh my God,'' Anthony gasped, looking at the crime that was unfolding. ``Hey, get away from her!''\n\nConnor backpedaled quickly, ``Woah, woah, I'm not like...[i]doing[/i] anything. I just wanted a look.''\n\nMarigold could see Anthony's shocked expression, but the other bunny was also staring her bare body over. ``What if she [i]wakes up!?[/i] Dad'll [i]kill[/i] us!'' That - wasn't too promising. Not only was his concern getting [i]caught[/i], Anthony was also associating himself with Connor's crime.\n\n``Look at her - she's out like a light. We've still got at least twenty minutes. Besides, I'm not even sure she's a girl. Or maybe she's trans or something? She doesn't have any breasts.''\n\nMarigold couldn't be too surprised the lagomorphs weren't aware of marsupial anatomy. Possums were relatively uncommon here, and there weren't a lot of Australian immigrants in Colorado, either. ``What?'' Anthony asked, crouching next to his brother and looking at her chest.\n\n[i]Oh, no.[/i]\n\nLike that, the twin brother reached out to search her chest fluff just like Connor had, palms searching for any unusual bumps. But there was nothing to find. When he realized there was nothing there, he pulled back abruptly and said, ``Ew - she's a [i]he![/i]''\n\nConnor shook his head. ``If she's trans, she's a woman, right? So, it's not like, gay. I mean, look at her - pretty hot, right?''\n\nAnthony shook his head. ``I'm not into [i]guys[/i], Connor.''\n\nThis was the worst thing that had ever happened to Marigold, and now they thought she was secretly a man! Well, if that gets them to stop assaulting her, she could handle the sheer embarrassment. She tried [i]so hard[/i] to move something, anything. Twitch an ear to warn them off. But she was as frozen as ever.\n\n``I wonder what she looks like under that,'' Connor said breathily.\n\n``No, Connor. This is like...super gross. Come on, we gotta dress him up again so he doesn't find out what happened.''\n\n``Not yet,'' Connor insisted. ``I have to know -'' and once again he reached out, this time with both paws to her panties.\n\nBut Anthony, despite his firm protest, didn't even look away. ``You're gonna have nightmares, dude,'' he gulped, eyes locked between her legs.\n\nConnor ignored his ignorant brother, and slid her panties down her thighs, and like that, Marigold was out in the open, completely naked for the two boys, her panties stretched taut around her knees.\n\nNow it was Anthony's turn to gasp. ``There's no dick either...!''\n\nConnor was peering up close between her legs, his breath washing disgustingly across Marigold's defenseless cloaca, the single opening that all marsupials had. ``[i]Or[/i] vagina. Maybe you were right?''\n\nMarigold wanted to scream as Anthony joined his brother, pushing her legs apart so they could both ogle her private parts together. Paws gripped and grabbed at her fur, though they were careful not to touch her cloaca in their search for her ``other parts''. ``Nothing,'' Anthony agreed, his disgust at what they were doing replaced by curiosity.\n\n``Did he...just get his dick cut off?'' Anthony asked.\n\nConnor shook his head. ``That's not how transitioning works, dude.'' He was searching farther and farther afield, up her back, then around to the front, and then, finally, he discovered her pouch, a centimeter wide circle that opened up when he stretched it. Her belly seemed to open up like unwrapping a present, moistly spreading apart. Connor gasped, ``Woah!''\n\nAnthony said, ``[i]Gross! What's that?[/i]''\n\nConnor slapped his forehead. ``It's her pouch! I forgot all about that.''\n\nAnthony shook his head. ``That's kangaroos.''\n\n``Possums, too. She's not a `he', Anthony. The boys don't have pouches.''\n\nThe white-furred rabbit cocked his head. ``But if she's a girl, where's her...you know?''\n\nConnor shrugged. ``Must be somewhere in the pouch, I guess.''\n\n[i]Please don't look for it[/i], she thought with all her strength. The idea of two boys reaching around among her barely developed nipples that lined her wet pouch to look for a hole that didn't even exist was terrifying. She was already feeling so violated by the horny boys, but she was afraid it would only get worse, unless she could bring herself to move!\n\n``Weird.''\n\nMarigold watched as Connor stood up and bit his lip. ``I...don't mind. I mean, look at that tail.''\n\nAnthony shook his head. ``She's a possum - they're like...[i]threes[/i] at best.''\n\nConnor shrugged, showing his disregard for his brother's rating system by lowering his paws to his pajama bottoms. Marigold stared, eyes wide for [i]two[/i] reasons as the twelve-year-old lowered his pajamas right in front of his twin brother. If there was any question about young rabbits getting hard, that was answered, as the boy revealed his pink dick peeking out of his short sheath, already dripping with pre.\n\n``Dude, [i]Connor...[/i]'' Anthony protested.\n\n``What? We watch porn together all the time,'' the boy replied.\n\n``Th-that's different. She's our [i]babysitter![/i] And we don't...you know, have to see [i]each other[/i],'' he added, both palms opened as if to present his brother's horny, naked body in front of him.\n\n``What do you mean? We're still naked, sitting next to each other.''\n\nAnthony looked away. ``But there we just look up at the screen. Not each other.''\n\nEven Marigold could see that Connor hadn't been following [i]that[/i] rule, but his brother seemed to miss it. The grey bunny quickly redirected the conversation with, ``Well, then look at [i]her[/i], not me.''\n\nMarigold stared blankly up at the two boys, while Connor started jacking off where he stood, his tongue sticking out in concentration. Anthony looked down at her exposed, naked body, conflicted, before trying lamely again to say, ``We really shouldn't be doing this, Connor. This has already gone way too far.'' The words were right, but his voice wavered, and his paws quivered at his own pajama waistband.\n\nConnor said, ``The girls online don't know what we're doing, and neither does Marigold. It's the same thing!''\n\nAnthony gulped, but that was enough to get the white rabbit to slide his pajama bottoms down and grasp his still-growing cock. They were long and thin, tapered at the end, almost hairless, ovular balls quivering beneath them. She was never going to get this image out of her head - the two naughty rabbits she already hated to babysit, rubbing it out over her comatose, naked body as if she were nothing more than another porn video for their consumption.\n\nIf she could have, she would have closed her eyes - instead she watched the two rabbits masturbate, their mouths open, eyes clenching, their smaller bodies shivering as they rubbed the fur on their palms against their throbbing cocks. It was humiliating, her tail coiled beneath her outspread thighs, her cloaca in plain view just like her half-open pouch, only wearing socks and her panties around her ankles. Connor was grunting, further along than the conflicted Anthony, and his knees started to wobble as his big, pink balls started to vibrate. ``Mmmm, M-marigold!'' he groaned.\n\nWith that, he shoved his hips forward and squeezed down on his dick, in practiced motion, as if competing for the longest shot, and he succeeded - the first and second glob of white cum arced through the air, landing triumphantly on the fifteen-year-old's bare, flat chest.\n\n``Connor!'' Anthony cried out in dismay. ``Now we gotta clean her up! You [i]know[/i] how hard it is to get cum out of fur!''\n\nHow much had these rabbits jacked off!? She could see the glistening, warm globules of boy batter sinking into her fur, another image that would never leave her mind. She curled her toes as hard as she could, and could [i]almost[/i] feel her muscles responding. These two were going to be in [i]so much trouble[/i].\n\nConnor was still groaning, littler spurts landing on the carpet at his feet, his tongue sticking out as his immature body shuddered. ``Whatever - we'll just get Sport to clean her up,'' as if that were a regular tactic. [i]No...no...![/i] She was humiliated enough without that nosy Golden Retriever lapping at her chest. But it wasn't just her chest.\n\nAnthony groaned, ``Well, it's too late now.'' Biting his lip, the white-furred rabbit stepped toward their fainted possum, kneeling down and removing her panties all the way.\n\nConnor, ears twitching both nervously and excitedly, asked, ``What are you gonna do?''\n\n``She's basically like Mrs. Felina, right?'' Anthony exclaimed.\n\nMrs. Felina was the name of their favorite plushy. For years, Anthony would never fall asleep without the stuffed lioness at his side. Now, Marigold could tell that [i]that[/i] relationship had taken quite the turn. Connor knew exactly what his brother meant, and he said, ``T-turn her around. You don't want to get any on her pouch.''\n\n``Good point,'' the rabbit agreed, grabbing Marigold limply by the arm before rolling her over onto her front. She couldn't move or protest as her head landed awkwardly sideways against the carpet, her legs crumpled weirdly under her - until Anthony propped her up on her knees. One of her eyes was squished up against the ground, still wide open, the other could only see the wall of their bedroom. But she could feel the boys propping her up with her butt and tail in the air. She could only mentally cry out in terror, her cloaca presented neatly to the boys. He wasn't going to - he [i]wouldn't![/i]\n\nShe felt him mounting her from behind, her heart rate increasing once again. She could feel the blood pumping through her muscles, giving her strength - she should be able to move soon and stop this. She wasn't some sex toy for two pubescent lapines! But she was still paralyzed, waiting to feel that long tip brushing up against her cloaca. [i]God, no![/i]\n\nThankfully, she was wrong about how far Anthony wanted to go. Instead he straddled her farther up, and as humiliating as it was to feel him bury his leaking tip in the fur on the small of her back, at least he wasn't going to take her [i]virginity![/i] She wondered how many times she'd picked up Mrs. Felina only to find her weirdly damp. These rabbits, at least, lived up to their amorous reputation!\n\nWith one boy propped up on her back, humping into her wiry fur, she felt Connor kneel down and grab her pink tail. He caressed it, sliding his paws across her tail before tucking it between his legs. She could only be thankful he'd already blown his load, but he humped her tail while Anthony grabbed her arms and pumped against her back. ``Oh...wow...'' Anthony groaned. ``She's way more...[i]real[/i] than Mrs. Felina...''\n\n[i]No shit![/i] Marigold screamed in her head. Her ears twitched with rage.\n\nThey [i]twitched.[/i]\n\nShe was getting her muscles back! The boy was too busy to notice her ears, grinding into her soft fur and panting, oblivious to his brother behind him. But Marigold wasn't - with her tail tucked neatly between Connor's legs, she felt fingers at her cloaca. [i]No![/i] Anthony wouldn't have allowed that, but he was distracted. She'd hoped they'd keep avoiding it, assuming it was just her butt, but Connor seemed interested, spreading her apart and leaning in for a closer look. He wouldn't really be able to make sense of the two tunnels inside, her anus and the opening to her three vaginas, but he was happy to press a finger or two into her. If she couldn't get ahold of herself soon, she was sure Connor would only get bolder and bolder - it was the kid's personality to push limits.\n\nAnthony was getting close now, his balls squeezed between his tail and hers, quivering with each quick rabbit thrust. He was moaning as he humped his `unconcious' babysitter, grinding his sensitive dick against her warm body. It was so much better for him than his plushie that he wasn't prepared for the suddenness of his ejaculation. He was mid moan when his voice cut off and he bit his lip, balls convulsing as he sprayed her back with a surprisingly large amount of cum. Warm, sticky liquid matted in her fur, running down to her shoulder blades.\n\n``Oh...oh God,'' he whimpered.\n\nConnor quickly stopped poking her single hole, stepping back like he'd done nothing.\n\n``She's gonna wake up soon.''\n\nAnthony sighed and pulled himself up. ``We gotta get her cleaned up and dressed, or we're [i]dead[/i].''\n\nConnor agreed. ``I'll get Sport.''\n\nMarigold could only lie there, her fingers starting to clench now, while footsteps rang out through the household. Then the jingle of Sport's tags as the dog bounded up the stairs, Connor right behind. Gratefully, she managed to close her down eye so that the carpet wasn't brushed painfully up against her cornea. But nothing could have prepared her for Sport.\n\nThe dog was wagging his tail as he approached the prone possum from behind, and Connor directed him around to the side. Marigold was so close now. Her toes were moving. Her fingers were starting to grip the carpet. She felt like her tail was twitching. She didn't even mind the dog licking up her back - better than keeping Anthony's cum in her fur. He lapped the salty seed up eagerly, as if he were used to the taste, replacing the goo with saliva - a pretty good trade in her mind. The boys watched nervously, expecting her to get up at any moment.\n\n``I wish we had more time,'' Anthony said nervously.\n\n``Well, we might have another twenty minutes, you know, if we don't play it safe.''\n\nThe white rabbit glanced at his brother. ``I meant so that we could get her cleaned up - not to...[i]do more stuff[/i].''\n\n[i]Fat chance[/i], Marigold groaned, a soft sound in her voice. Their large ears didn't pick it up against the dog's eager licks, but it wouldn't be long now.\n\nConnor said, ``But - doesn't this remind you -''\n\nAnthony gasped. ``We said we'd never talk about it!''\n\n``Rover's Best Boy Party?''\n\n``[i]Connor![/i] We never should have watched that!''\n\nHer biceps were working. She could feel the muscles clenching as she tried desperately to get up. She was barely following along with their discussion. Until now.\n\nThe grey bunny said, ``Do you think Sport'd fuck her?'' pulling out a forbidden word along with a forbidden video.\n\nAnthony was blushing now. ``S-stop it.''\n\n``Wanna see?''\n\n``Connor...''\n\nMarigold froze. They weren't really discussing [i]that[/i]. She was just about ready to talk, her eyes and ears twitching, her heart pumping oxygen-rich blood through her muscles, but Connor was talking as if they'd seen...She didn't even want to think about it.\n\nBut she had no choice, the boy pressing his luck again. Right in front of a horrified Anthony, the cocky grey rabbit hiked Marigold's tail and said, ``Here, Sport, here!''\n\nIt was a joke. It [i]had to be[/i]. Her rump was still propped up beneath her knees, her pink tail easily up and out of the way. But he'd push the dog away. He [i]had to[/i]. The nosy Golden Retriever left her glistening back to investigate the boy's new command, only to find a possum's presented pussy. Firm hands gripped her tail, and despite her unspoken demands, it stayed up. Anthony wasn't intervening either. [i]No, no, no, no...[/i]\n\nYes. Connor watched the dog sniff Marigold's opening and did nothing to stop the long-furred, Golden dog from [i]slurping[/i] right up into her. Heart threatening to beat out of her chest, Marigold [i]jumped[/i], every muscle twitching at the sudden, wet intrusion from the dumb animal, and...\n\nShe fainted.\n\nTo the boys, it looked like she was jerked awake for half a second, before she collapsed back onto her face in the carpet, going limp. To Marigold, her body went into shock a second time, blood flooding from her muscles to her brain and lungs, keeping only the most vital parts of her awake and alive. Her heart rate slowed and her fingers, so close to lifting her from the ground, collapsed beneath her. For a few moments, she slipped completely into unconsciousness.\n\n``What was [i]that!?[/i]'' Anthony gasped.\n\nConnor grabbed Sport by the collar, pulling him off the possum, his rabbit heart racing as he stared the babysitter up and down. But she wasn't moving at all anymore. ``False alarm?''\n\nAnthony said, ``That's it. I can't [i]believe[/i] you made Sport do that. If Marigold knew...''\n\n``But she doesn't know. Besides, I didn't [i]make[/i] him lick her. He wanted to!''\n\nAnthony had to agree with that at least. ``What if...what if she woke up during that jolt?''\n\n``Well, she's down now. I doubt she'll remember anything, but if she does, we're already screwed,'' Connor explained.\n\n``I - I think Sport startled her again.''\n\nConnor opened his eyes wide. ``Then we've got even [i]more[/i] time.''\n\n``Connor - please. We've gotta stop this. I feel -''\n\n``Don't you want to know if he'd really, you know...do her? We can stop him, obviously.''\n\nAnthony shook his head. ``N-no. I feel...really weird in my stomach.''\n\n``You're just excited. I'll show you,'' the boy rabbit said, letting go of Sport and lofting their babysitter's tail once again. Before Anthony could stop him, Sport was nose-deep in possum pussy, slathering up her clenching cloaca, tail wagging wildly. ``See, he loves it.''\n\nAnthony's jaw dropped, and he felt like throwing up, but he watched, breathlessly. Connor grinned knowingly at his twin, letting go of Marigold too and letting Sport have at her, noisy slurps and [i]squelches[/i] ringing out. The traumatized white rabbit gasped, ``But she's...she's...it's [i]Marigold[/i]. She's a [i]person![/i]''\n\nConnor crawled over to his brother, grinning knowingly. ``That fox was a person and she let Rover all over her - and into her.''\n\nAnthony held his breath, eyes locked on the slurping dog. He'd watched Rover's Best Boy Party thirty times, the ache in his astonished stomach getting weaker each time. At first, he was sure it was faked, but the video was clear - that porn star was actually letting a dog fuck her. The way the vixen moaned as the eager Doberman worked her over, knotted her, dumped his nuts in her, it was etched in his brain. He hadn't been able to think about anything else for weeks until he finally pushed it out of his mind. But now it all came back, his stomachache even worse knowing that it was Marigold getting eaten out, and that she didn't even know it was happening. It felt thirty times worse and -\n\nConnor grabbed his brother's pajamas and pulled them down, revealing Anthony's cock, firm, full, and thirty times [i]harder[/i] than ever before. He whimpered once, defeated, and settled in with his paws all over his erection, groaning as he watched Sport probe the poor possum. The dog seemed extra intrigued by Marigold's aromatic cloaca, especially as the musk of two horny rabbits and an intact dog started to sink in subconsciously for the opossum. Those hormones filled her nose and stirred within her her heat, spontaneously spurring the fifteen-year-old to ovulate. This new scent only made the dog lick [i]harder[/i].\n\n``Look, he's getting a boner!'' Connor noted, peering through the long, golden fur on Sport's belly.\n\nAnthony groaned even louder, his cock still so sensitive in his paw from earlier. But the mere thought that Sport really might mount their babysitter had him on the edge of both horror and lust. ``We...[i]can't[/i]...''\n\n``I'm not doing [i]nothing[/i],'' Connor explained. ``It's all up to Sport.'' With that, the boy sat back like his brother, and started sliding his paw up and down his own cock.\n\nLike watching a train wreck, both boys trembled as Sport invaded the possum with his tongue, searching every direction, pushing that red organ up her rectum, and into [i]all three[/i] vaginal passages. Sport had never [i]been[/i] so excited, his doggy dick glistening in the air. A pretty little bitch, in heat and presenting, and for once the boys weren't yelling at him to stop sniffing and licking.\n\n``No, really, he's gonna...'' Anthony shuddered, as Sport lifted a paw to Marigold's rump.\n\n``He's really gonna do it!'' Connor panted.\n\nThe Golden Retriever mounted, and Anthony lost it then and there, shooting all over the carpet, never having cum so quickly so soon. It hurt, but it felt good, and his stomachache almost seemed to fade away as he let himself go in the sheer hotness of it all. They were going to stop him - they had to, but not...not [i]yet[/i]. ``Aaaaah!''\n\nThe perfect time for the possum to regain her senses. She tried to shake off the sudden drowsiness that had overtaken her, her mind foggy, only to realize she couldn't move a muscle. Memories flooded back as she recounted all the humiliating things the rabbit boys had done with her, but the details were coming slowly to her blood-starved brain. They'd cum on her, that much she remembered and then -\n\nPaws on her hips. Her frozen eyes stared down at the carpet, but she felt paws wrap tightly around her thighs, something pushing hard on her upright tail. That's when she remembered Sport. Marigold had to quell her reaction or she'd lose it [i]again[/i], but suddenly she wished she [i]had[/i]. The paws she felt had [i]claws[/i]. [i]This can't be happening![/i] The boys were watching, she could hear them, and they'd let Sport [i]mount[/i] her. On her knees, her rump was just about the right height for the Golden Retriever, which she could feel even at that moment as the horny dog started poking around beneath her tail.\n\nAnthony groaned, but even in the midst of his shuddering orgasm, he gasped at his brother, ``Y-you gotta get him off!''\n\nPhone at the ready, Connor seemed to have no such intention. He was lining up the shot, and even had the gall to reply, ``I think he can handle getting off all on his own.''\n\nMarigold couldn't know her posterior was being recorded for posterity, but she [i]could[/i] tell that Connor absolutely did care whether the dog raped her - he [i]wanted[/i] it to happen. She quivered motionlessly, praying that Anthony would save her, but each heavy hump from Sport made it more and more clear, no help was coming. She couldn't see that the white rabbit was squeezing his cock, dribbles of cum leaking down now, but his eyes paralyzed at the naughty scene in front of him. He made an effort to crawl toward the dog on his babysitter, but it was a half-hearted effort. Defeated, he watched, panting, ``W-what if she gets pregnant...?''\n\n That hadn't been the first worry on Marigold's mind as the pet dog threatened to take her virginity, but now it was. While the odds of crossbreeding were higher the more related two species were, marsupials were especially likely - something about having more primitive DNA made them compatible with more mammals. They'd be a mix of their father and mother's species, though most would match the [i]father[/i], and she knew well enough that canine girls could absolutely get knocked up with puppies. Would Sport prove too different for her? She hoped she wouldn't have to find out!\n\n``Not very likely. Besides, I don't think pet dogs can knock up people.''\n\n``Really?'' Anthony asked nervously.\n\n``And [i]besides[/i] besides, he's only gonna find her [i]butt[/i].''\n\n``Oh, right,'' Anthony agreed.\n\nIf she was hoping for help from him, she was out of luck. They still thought her vagina was somehow tucked inside her pouch! Marigold screamed mentally as she felt Sport getting closer to his target, her tail and hindquarters waiting patiently for the inexperienced dog. His wet tip squeezed at the circular entrance to her cloaca. [i]Please...aim high...[/i] she whined. She wasn't eager to lose her black cherry, but compared to taking the dog [i]raw[/i] to her vagina? She knew like all girl possums that judging when you were in heat was nearly impossible, and all the male scents could easily have triggered it in her. What a day, for the fifteen-year-old girl to be praying for the dog to fuck her in the butt!\n\n``Look at that shot,'' Connor said. ``He's almost in her!''\n\n[i]Is he [/i]recording[i] me!?[/i] The heat of the camera was nearly undetectable where it trembled looking up from beneath the possum, focusing on the slimy red tip of the canine tickling her possum pussy. Anthony was finally done orgasming, glancing at the camera. ``But...Marigold...'' he whined. But the boy didn't reach for Sport's collar. Instead, he groaned and reached for his spent cock, already hardening at his closer view.\n\nThe paralyzed possum felt cold dread through her body, waiting for the inevitable, until it finally came. With both boys eager to see a peep show up close, she was nothing more than a sideshow, like a backyard breeding - a perverted novelty. Sport pressed at her opening, all on camera, and with a cheer from Connor, he pushed his way in, shoving her lifeless body forward with his thrust.\n\nAnd like that, she lost her virginity. The thick, bony shaft pressed deep, sliding down the path of least resistance - the heated median vagina. At least she didn't have a hymen to break, but the sheer terror of feeling the virile dog squeeze into her pussy hurt enough. She was a real life porn movie now, and not the vanilla kind. The fifteen-year-old girl had been trying to earn 40 bucks for a relatively easy job, and now she was fucking a dog on camera, completely unable to resist.\n\nSport proved a no-frills lover, pumping away as his shaft filled her out. His furry balls bounced against her thighs, her tail rigidly pinned to the side. His weight fell heavy on her back as he leaned into it, jabbing forward until he was hilted inside her, his sheath rolled up against his body. Hot air blanketed the back of her neck, but she couldn't even look back in horror at the dog who didn't know any better.\n\nBut the boy who certainly did was walking around to the front of her. Grey fur indicated it was Connor. ``What are you doing?'' Anthony gasped, barely able to whack off from how painful it was becoming.\n\nConnor said, ``I figure she has more holes to go around.''\n\n``That's not funny,'' his brother panted.\n\nPicking up Marigold's head in his hands, he turned her to face the masturbating mammal, her dull, black eyes seemingly uncomprehending. ``I don't think she cares. Besides, what's a blowjob when she's literally fucking a dog?''\n\n``But...'' Anthony started, before shutting up. Marigold could see the defeat in his eyes before Connor turned her back to look straight down to the rabbit's naked crotch. He'd only cum once so far, so he was standing up proudly to her lips.\n\n``She's heavy...'' Connor groaned, trying to lift her head high enough for his pointed cock. Marigold more than anything wanted to reach up and strangle the boy that had caused [i]everything[/i]. She bet the scary mask was his idea, too! Instead, she felt teeth on her scruff, her head yanked back by the eager dog. ``Thanks, Sport!'' the grey bunny grinned.\n\nWith her head lifted up by the dog growing bigger every second inside her, Connor had no trouble gliding his leaky tip across her lips, his paw opening her mouth. She was drooling a bit because she couldn't swallow. Gently he pressed up against her lips, poking that bunny boy dick into her wet muzzle, careful to avoid the teeth. ``Ohhh...God!'' he groaned at the warm wetness on his cock. Sure, she wasn't suckling or anything, but it still felt ten times better than the fur on his paw. With his paws caressing her cheeks, the rabbit began to buck every bit as hard as Sport, the slimy cock rubbing against her tongue, leaving salty droplets on her taste buds.\n\nMarigold felt her head yanked around by both the dog and the boy, her possum muzzle directed back and forth on the twelve-year-old's trembling dick. ``You gotta try this...'' Connor groaned, leaning forward to hump her face like Sport was humping her rump. Her open eyes could only really see his grey belly fur - she'd never even given a boy a handjob before, but he had her slurping like a pro, the young boy's musk really driving into every square inch of her nostrils. If she wasn't already in heat, she'd go into it now, with the dog's cock bearing down, deep inside her. When she was a kid, she'd thought it was really cool that possum girls could have some sort of control over their periods - but then, she hadn't realized just how [i]out[/i] of control her first time would be!\n\nWith a [i]dog[/i]. Sport was growing by the second, stretching her cloaca, which was little more than a circular ring of skin. She wasn't made for a knot, but the dog didn't know that or care, and she couldn't exactly tell him no or make him stop. Hilted inside her, his swelling bulge quickly teased at her outstretched opening, tightening until she was sure she was locked to him. He was [i]so big[/i], and stuffed in her far too thin median vagina, pointed tip squeezed up right between her twin uteruses. At any moment, he might fill her up and bloat both her wombs of waiting eggs, and with so much cum, the odds that at least one sperm would wiggle through and make a puppy was undeniable. The big, white balls smashing her thighs made it quite clear that Sport wasn't neutered, and she sincerely doubted the pet dog had put on protection!\n\n[i]No, this can't be happening! This is a nightmare![/i] Maybe going into shock had worked for her feral ancestors, but now it was making her completely helpless at the paws of her two charges who knew better and their dog who didn't.\n\n``H-he's tied,'' Anthony gasped, his paw sliding up and down his cock so fast now that it was starting to hurt.\n\nConnor groaned, ``You think she'll figure out why she's walking funny when she wakes up?'', a growing malice in the young buck's voice. He had her by the white ears now, the gentle squelch of suction not from any action on her part - he used his fingers to squeeze her mouth shut around his dick.\n\nLetting go of her scruff, Sport tossed his head back and howled in sheer bliss as he claimed what was likely his first bitch, unless he'd managed to escape the boy's yard at some point. She was so tight that it didn't matter she was essentially lifeless beneath him. Her insides clenched naturally around his enormous canine cock, and with a low, short grunt, he jabbed forward, pressing his tip up against her innermost wall and dumping his nuts. Marigold couldn't see anything, but she could [i]feel[/i] the warm, sticky cum pumping down his throbbing shaft and erupting into her, her belly swelling...more on the left side. His bony tip must have become nestled up against her left uterus, every spurt entering her underage baby chamber, looking for eggs she'd surely just supplied. But the dog was more prolific than the short spurts the bunnies managed, and it was only a few burning seconds before her small womb (after all, the eggs only stayed inside her mere weeks) was bloated and brimming with dog seed, backwash erupting out of her to spill backwards. With Sport's cock still firmly lodged in the middle vagina, his excess seed filled her lateral vaginas to their limit, her inner walls stretching everywhere inside her abdomen before the pressure grew large enough and the first loud [i]splash[/i] shot out past his knot. White cum sprayed out of him onto her thighs, the floor, his balls, drenching them.\n\nAnthony squeezed his dick and climaxed again, but nothing came out. He panted and groaned as he tried in vain to cum a third time before he gave up and just enjoyed the hypersensitivity wracking his young body.\n\nConnor took one look at the veritable river of canine cum splashing out of his baby-sitter and he lost it, long dick aimed at the back of her throat. But no gag reflex could save her from the thick load leaking down her esophagus and into her stomach, the grunting bunny boy using her like one of his crinkly, disgusting socks. ``Oh...fuck!'' he groaned.\n\nBut while the boys were already done, the dog was just getting started, straining against the possum despite having already more than done the deed. His business was complete, but he felt the need to release every drop into her already full womb, plastering the floor with his ecstatic offering. Panting, the boys could only watch in a mixture of lust and horror (at least for Anthony) as their horniness started to fade and they finally saw what was really happening: their dog was raping their knocked out babysitter!\n\nAnthony said, ``But what if he's tied too long? She'll wake up like this!''\n\nConnor casually pulled Marigold's muzzle off of his spent dick and dropped her unceremoniously on the ground. Chest heaving, the grey rabbit replied, ``We'll tell her the dog must have found her while she was out and we were playing games.''\n\nAnthony shook his head. ``And Sport [i]undressed[/i] her?''\n\nAs if to punctuate the unlikely nature of that claim, Sport gave Marigold's limp face a quick lick before getting off of her, his cock still buried deep. He turned all the way around, tail wagging, still cumming in the presented possum.\n\n``Maybe we get them into the bathroom, and she thinks she undressed herself?'' Connor suggested.\n\nOf course, they didn't know she could see and hear everything they'd said and done barring the first minute or so after each trigger.\n\nUltimately, their plans didn't matter, because Sport's tie only lasted fifteen minutes before he [i]popped[/i] out of her and added a new waterfall to the already voluminous amount of dog cum. All their elaborate (and futile) plans to cover up what happened faded away, and they settled on covering up the cummy mess in the carpet with dirty clothes. Sport was more than happy to slurp up the goop that was still leaking out of Marigold, tongue invading the poor girl in a way that almost felt comforting after what she'd just endured, though she wasn't stupid enough to think that his gulps would have any effect on whether she was pregnant. She was [i]sure[/i] she was, now, even as different as she was from the pet dog.\n\n``You put her clothes back on,'' Connor suggested, ``And I'll put Sport away. It'll be like it never happened.''\n\nAnthony looked up at his brother and said, ``W-we raped her - whether she knows it or not. I - this is bad, Connor. Why'd you have to go and [i]do[/i] this?''\n\nConnor blinked. ``[i]Me?[/i] It's `[i]us[/i]'. You were here for almost all of it. You can't put this all on me now that you're done.'' Scoffing, he left his brother to put on Marigold's clothes, leading Sport downstairs.\n\nWhat Connor didn't notice was that Anthony was tenting his pajamas. He'd never lost his erection, even after his dry orgasm, even watching Sport splurting away for fifteen minutes, even while whining about how horrible it all was. He took a deep breath, every part of his young body in physical and emotional pain. He glanced at her panties, collecting them and her skirt. At least her blouse was still mostly on. Holding his breath, he rolled Marigold onto her back, careful to avoid the cum pool.\n\nAnd he froze. Marigold hadn't been too pleased with the boy's willingness to let what happened happen, but now her unblinking black eyes saw the mix of emotions on his face as he took her in, clearly ogling her naked body. With Connor gone, he seemed emboldened, his ear twitching as the back door opened - his brother must be letting Sport out back. Taking a deep breath, Anthony decided to push his luck.\n\nMarigold was still as many as ten minutes from being able to move again, her open eyes staring emotionlessly at Anthony as the twelve-year-old grabbed one of her bare legs and set it aside, and then the other. With her legs spread, the white bunny settled in between them, his hair standing on end as he reached down to run his paws through the fur on her belly, gently teasing her pouch. Opening her up, he looked in, but couldn't make sense of her inner workings. Taking a deep breath he said, ``It's just her butt,'' to himself.\n\nShe would have dropped her jaw if she could have, but [i]Anthony[/i] was the one who climbed over her and lined his still-hard dick up with her cloaca. The boy that had resisted every step of her violation and rape - before giving in - was about to stick it in her, totally unaware of the risk. If he chose the wrong tunnel, he might well push up against her empty second womb, and rabbits and possums were particularly likely to conceive together. As humiliating as it was that she was likely brimming with mindless puppies, she could at least give those to an animal shelter! If [i]Anthony[/i] knocked her up, she'd have to either raise them herself, or go through the difficult process of putting them up for adoption.\n\nIt was with mixed emotions that the terrified teenager watched the rabbit squeeze into her aching cloaca, a new pain running down her spine as he lucked out - pushing hard into her rectum. At least he was a [i]lot[/i] smaller than Sport, but Marigold had never had anything up there before. Well, Anthony had decided he ``might as well'' fuck her in the ass, and she was in no position to say yes or no.\n\n``Oh, God...'' Anthony groaned, penetrating someone for the first time in his young life. Dry humping Mrs. Felina has been good practice, but nothing could prepare the boy for how it felt to have her tight walls squeezing down around every inch of his bunny cock. He opened his mouth, his tongue dangling as he started humping into her ass, his paws reaching up to fondle her boobless chest. Now she was moving, but not of her own accord, Anthony rocking her lifeless body back and forth, his balls smacking her pink tail. ``Marigold!'' he whined.\n\nHands reached for her head, hefting her up, and suddenly Anthony had tilted her head, slipped a finger into her mouth to open it, and now he was kissing her, full-on with tongue, matching the pace of his growing thrusts. Like always, she was too limp to respond, but that didn't seem to bother the horny rabbit, who licked her tongue, cheeks, even her sharp teeth in his excitement. He only broke the kiss to marvel, ``We're really having sex!''\n\nMarigold had a different perspective on what he was doing to her.\n\n``Anthony, I leave you alone for [i]one second[/i],'' Connor groaned, standing in the hallway. ``We've gotta get her dressed up, not messed up again...''\n\nHe glanced back at his brother, blushing madly, but he kept hammering away. ``Just...let me finish.''\n\n``Oh, I'm not gonna stop you,'' Connor laughed.\n\nAgain and again, he stretched out her asshole, his little prick still quite firm, a dull ache growing to a sincerely unpleasant friction. One advantage if he'd found her slicked up pussy would be the lubrication, but at least she didn't have to worry about her egg-filled second uterus! She lay there, splayed out as he used her, grasping her fur in his paws as he got closer.\n\n``A new record...'' Anthony groaned, knowing his brother would understand. ``[i]Four[/i] times in one night.''\n\nConnor grunted. ``Together, we could fuck every bunny girl at Sunday School, now.''\n\nAnthony laughed. ``Might be able to convince five of them, but good luck with Clarice and Dominica...''\n\nConnor said, with a frighteningly straight face, ``Who said they had a [i]choice?[/i]''\n\nThat was all it took to bring Anthony to the edge. Taking a deep breath, white rabbit shuddered and pulled back until just his tip was nestled into her cloaca. Grabbing two fistfuls of fur from her chest, he slammed back in, balls deep, ready to plaster her ass.\n\nBut it wasn't her ass anymore. He'd returned to the bifurcation inside the possum girl and [i]this[/i] time he thrust higher up. His tip slipped into her pussy, still sopping with the dog cum Sport hadn't managed to lick out of her. He missed both side vaginas, storing up ounces of cum, and burrowed down her median vagina just like Sport had. With a loud [i]squeal[/i], Anthony managed to cum a [i]third[/i] time, his ragged cock aching as his balls worked overtime, producing another sperm-rich [i]splurt [/i]aimed right at her second womb. While Sport had almost entirely missed this one, Anthony poked forward, pressed right up against her opening, and [i]emptied[/i] his nuts into her egg-filled uterus, bunny seed splattering her in its desperate search to create life. Marigold could feel it all, the warm cum draining into her now-swelling womb, bulging out to match the one Sport had claimed. [i]N-no...this...no...[/i] she thought, her mind lost in cycles.\n\n``Fuck...'' Anthony groaned, finally giving in to the bad language his brother used so casually. With ragged gasps, he pulled out of Marigold, almost every drop of rabbit cum sloshing around inside the fertile possum.\n\nIt didn't take them long to dress her, working together. Anthony would hold a leg up as Connor slid first one leg through her panties, then the other, tugging them all the way up to cover up her abused and deflowered cloaca. Next her skirt, and finally they buttoned her up, tossing the tissues back under her bra. Together, the two boys struggled to drag her into the hallway before tucking themselves into bed, obviously assuming she'd been passed out the whole time.\n\nMarigold had never felt so violated - jacked off to, smearing in her fur, [i]raped by a dog[/i], forced to suck one bunny off and fuck the other, before being left in an unceremonious heap in the hallway, feeling her bloated belly absorb the canine and lapine seed that sought her defenseless eggs. She'd wash herself out, but she was still unable to move, her clouded mind not getting the oxygen it needed to really clarify events. In fact - she fell asleep. But unlike a typical sleep, she was essentially blacked out. What had felt so vivid and traumatic in the moment, seared into her brain, was washed away in her sleep, the memories slipping away, residual pathways through her neurons remaining with large gaps to fill. So when she woke up, she shook her head.\n\nShe knew they'd abused her. She remembered flashes of events - the most horrifying things...especially, [i]especially[/i] Sport. But the specifics eluded her. She'd seen something scary - a mask? Was it the boys? Had they planned on sending her into shock? Anthony had resisted his brother, but Connor had brought Sport. And then he ...\n\nShe didn't [i]want [/i]to remember it all. She'd never get sleep again. So, she rubbed her forehead and stood on shaky legs, her entire body sore from disuse. Marigold twitched her tail, groaning as she looked at the clock. 1:00 AM. She was [i]so[/i] late to meet Jeremy, but with the lapine monsters apparently asleep in their beds, she had to talk to [i]someone[/i] about what happened. Grabbing a coat and her shoes, she stumbled down to the park, praying the Rottweiler was still there.\n\nHe saw her limping over to him, sitting on the park bench, eyebrows furrowed. ``You haven't been answering my [i]texts[/i],'' he growled.\n\n``Jeremy...'' she gasped, looking disheveled. All her makeup was running, her fur matted with saliva or cum, or both. ``Th-they [i]raped [/i]me!''\n\n``What? Who did?'' the big, black dog exclaimed, eyes widening.\n\n``Connor - and I think Anthony. And ...'' she couldn't bring herself to mention Sport. ``I was getting ready to come here and...''\n\n``And two twelve-year-old boys held you down and raped you?'' he asked skeptically. ``Those little altar boys?''\n\nWincing, the possum stared up at her boyfriend in disbelief. ``They didn't hold me down. I was in shock. They thought I was passed out, I think.''\n\n``You don't [i]remember?[/i]'' Jeremy asked, incredulous. ``I'll admit, you smell like it. But if you expect me to believe this...'' The Rottweiler was furious. ``I thought you were cool, but I didn't realize just [i]how much[/i] of a slut you were.''\n\n``I - I couldn't move!'' she protested.\n\n``Yeah, right.'' She'd have tried more, but he pushed away from her and left the park in a huff, leaving the possum girl crying on the bench.\n\nShe couldn't tell Mr. and Mrs. Dandelion. Not with their kids right there, when they returned in the morning. Besides...how would [i]they[/i] believe her, if Jeremy didn't? She just accepted her babysitting money in a daze, nauseous at the smug expression on Connor's face. He thought he'd gotten away, Scot free. But she went straight to the police.\n\nThey asked the same questions that Jeremy did - why didn't she remember more of what happened? How could a twelve-year-old prop her up to be raped by a dog? One of the Dandelion boys? When she protested, they just said they were doing a police investigation, but it was clear they were trying to throw suspicion on everything she said. She had to literally [i]demand[/i] a rape kit, despite how humiliating it was to wait for a female officer to collect samples from her cloaca. But what did it matter? It would be months before they got any results, and the odds that either of the boys (or Sport for that matter), were in the database was nil. But at least they'd have DNA evidence for use later.\n\nShe limped all the way home, arriving at 8 in the morning, aching all over, humiliated, and crying. When her mother saw her, she immediately went to hug Marigold and ask her what happened.\n\n``They raped me, Momma,'' Marigold wept, using the name she had called her mother when she was just a kid. ``Connor and Anthony.''\n\n``Honey, come in here,'' her mother yelped to her father, and the two possums listened intently to their daughter. After hearing most of the story, her dad said, ``What did I tell you about that boy, Jeremy? I told you it'd only be trouble.''\n\nMarigold blinked. ``Jeremy? H-he wasn't really part of this.''\n\n``He's why you went out like [i]this[/i], isn't he?'' Dad demanded, looking his daughter up and down. Her short, rolled up skirt, her tight blouse, her obvious make-up.\n\n``So?''\n\nBut it was her mother who said, ``What were you thinking, babysitting for two boys looking like [i]that?[/i]''\n\n``I - I didn't think they'd [i]rape[/i] me.''\n\nHer dad huffed. ``And how'd that turn out? Honestly, you were asking for it!''\n\n``I was paralyzed - I couldn't even move!'' Marigold protested, looking to her mom for backup.\n\nHer mother [i]tsked[/i], and said, ``I thought we taught you better than this. We told you that possums have to be extra careful, didn't we? Now everyone at church is going to blame [i]us[/i] because you didn't listen! You can't put yourself in situations where you're easy prey, remember? Dress sensibly, don't go out late at night, always have a buddy.''\n\n``Mom!'' she wailed, not sure what she'd done to deserve this.\n\nDad shook his head. ``And now you're probably knocked up, if not by one of the boys, then by their damned [i]dog[/i]. Bad enough to drag [i]us[/i] through all of this, but thing about the babies - you're too young to raise them. And you already went to the police, so it's going to get out in the community. I can't believe you'd risk ruining those bunnies' lives when they had no idea what they were doing! God, we're going to have to change churches...''\n\n``But -''\n\n``No buts, Marigold,'' her mom reprimanded. ``[i]This[/i] never would have happened to [i]me[/i]. Now...go to your room and think about what you've done. We'll think about what the next steps are.'' Her nose was turned up in disgust.\n\nGrounded, Marigold wasn't paralyzed, but she lay motionless in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with one paw on her belly, nonetheless. She didn't think, she took short, shallow breaths, and her aches and pains faded away.\n\nShe felt nothing.\n\nEmptiness.\n\nA noticeable improvement.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "``Anthony!  Connor!  It's time for bed!'' Marigold growled, chasing after the two bunny brothers.

They were giggling and hopping wildly up and down the stairs, and the possum couldn't keep up with the damned placental mammals.  There was a reason marsupials didn't take off quite like rabbits - she just didn't have the lungs and stamina for a chase like this.  Which sucked for a fifteen-year-old just looking to make a quick buck babysitting.

She never should have let them have that much juice for dinner!  She was supposed to watch the two kids all night, but what Mr. and Mrs. Dandelion didn't know wouldn't hurt them - she was meeting her boyfriend at 10:00 in the nearby park.  The kiddos were supposed to be in bed by 9:00, but it was already half past!  The Rottweiler wasn't known for his patience - so she better not be late...

``You have to brush your teeth,'' she growled up at the twelve-year-old twin brothers.  They were actually quadruplets, but rabbits weren't above sharing parental duties.  While Mr. and Mrs. Dandelion took care of these two, Grandpa and Grandma Dandelion raised the other two, so they were as good as two sets of twins.  But did Marigold have to get the two boys instead of the two girls?

``We want to play more games,'' the white-furred one, Anthony, laughed and slid down the railing before Marigold could catch them.

``So help me - if you don't go upstairs and into your beds this minute, I'm calling your parents!''

That shut them up.  Her one good threat.  They did not want to get in trouble with Mr. Dandelion.  Like that, they vanished up the stairs.  But she wouldn't believe anything until she saw them literally sleeping in their beds.  Thank God she'd already gotten them to feed and take care of their Golden Retriever, Sport.

Collecting herself, she looked in the mirror to check her make-up.  It fucking sucked to be a possum.  Her white face and pink nose stood out like a sore thumb, only distracted from by her blueish-black eyeshadow.  Her pink rat tail glistened, furlessly from her matted white-grey fur.  She just wasn't that good looking.  Jeremy said she was sexy, but Marigold didn't really believe him.  Still, he wanted to date her, and that was enough for now.  She redid her lipstick and tucked up her hair, hiking up her skirt until it was several inches shorter than her parents allowed.  Worst of all was her chest.  She had to stuff herself with tissues because possums literally had no breasts.  Well, unless you counted the sticky fissures in her circular pouch.  It didn't even open horizontally like a kangaroo, but circular, like she was some sort of alien.

Her long, pink ears perked up at the silence upstairs.  She didn't care anymore whether they'd actually brushed their buck teeth.  Let the rabbits' chompers rot, as long as they fell asleep.  She walked upstairs quietly, glancing left and right.  But when she opened the twins' bedroom, they were both snug in their beds, fast asleep.

Sighing in relief, she turned around.

And came face to face with a vicious, toothed maw staring her straight in the face, easily as tall as she was, covered in a black cloak.  Eyes wide, every fur on her body went straight out and her heart seized up.  Like that, she was out, falling limply onto her back in the kids' bedroom.

``W-what just happened?'' Anthony gasped, hopping down from his brother's shoulders and tossing the Halloween mask aside.  ``We killed her!''

Connor blinked, but then laughed out loud.  ``No we didn't, she's playing possum.''

``That's not a real thing,'' Anthony replied, concerned.

But sure enough, it was, and Connor tested their babysitter out, lifting an arm only for it to fall limply to her side.  The grey-furred bunny could, however, see that she was very slowly breathing.  ``Wow!  Now we can play more Blood Dance Central!''

While the bunnies played, Marigold lay there in shock.

The games were fun, but Connor got tired out by the third song.  Anthony wanted to keep playing.  ``You're not going to bed, are you?''

Connor rolled his eyes.  ``No, I'm just tired of dancing.''

``Suit yourself.''

Annoyed, Connor flattened his long ears - that is, until he reached his bedroom and saw Marigold, still passed out.  Glancing left and right, the young bunny boy knelt next to his unconscious baby-sitter.  ``Forty minutes to an hour...'' he said slowly, quoting the website.  He'd only played for twenty minutes.

Taking a deep breath, the intrepid rabbit touched the possum girl's body around her belly.  Through the clothes.  But who would know?  With one paw lifting her blouse, he peeked at her white belly fur, and then slid his other paw under.  She was so soft!  Like Anthony, sure, but a girl.  Gulping, he realized her shirt had buttons all the way up.  Well, he could always rebutton them...

Fingers trembling, the twelve-year-old undid each button, one by one, only at the very end daring to open it up.  There she lay, her chest in a tight-fitting bra that stuck out several inches from her chest, soft, downy fur everywhere.  He couldn't help but take two pawfuls of the stuff, running it through his fingers.  He'd never been this close up to a girl before!  Gulping, he looked up at Marigold, her unblinking, open eyes staring forward, looking every bit dead.  Shivering, the bunny boy knelt over her, reaching around to fumble with her bra.

But Marigold was far from dead.  Since the shock had slowed her heartbeat and left her in a huddle on the floor, she'd been slowly coming to - only her muscles wouldn't respond.  She couldn't move a finger, or even move her eyes, staring blankly up at the ceiling.  She was trapped in her mind, processing things slowly, but processing them.  So when Connor started to touch, she could feel it, even if she couldn't see it.  The fifteen-year-old struggled and squirmed, but only in her mind, because her body was paralyzed.  For how long?  Even she didn't know - the only other time she'd been scared stiff was at age 11 in the theater for Blood Fountain: Spraying Fields, and her friends had just thought she'd fallen asleep.

She felt one of the boys unbuttoning her blouse, helpless to resist as he opened her bare chest up for his viewing pleasure.  Paws ran through her belly fur, teasing at the edge of her pouch, though he didn't seem to notice that opening just yet.  Then, seconds later, she saw him out of her peripheral vision, sitting on her stomach, his expression nervous but determined as he completely ignored the ``dead'' possum and reached his arms around her limp body.

Her heart beat faster, but still far too slow to invigorate her muscles again.  He was strong enough to lift her up, though he fumbled with the clasp for quite a while.  Until it finally clicked out of place and he pulled off her bra.  Worst of all, her head landed on a plastic toy this time, propping her up so that she could see everything that Connor was doing.

The boy looked curiously at the tissues that formed her false breasts, tossing them aside.  Then he looked for her nipples, hands searching, eyes scanning, rubbing her flat chest in every direction.  Marigold wanted to whine and scream - the boy was sexually assaulting her, just because he thought she was totally unconscious!  Instead, her dull, unblinking eyes just watched as he took out his phone, flashing a few pictures of her bare chest.

She felt extra cold as she followed his eyes next.  The distant sound of Anthony's dance game made it to her untwitching ears, so no one was going to stop him as he looked down, down, down, to her skirt.  Impulsively, the twelve-year-old boy grabbed the hem of her skirt and started to tug it all the way off her legs, both at the same time.  He was panting from the effort, but now all she was wearing was socks and panties, her bare, grey-and-white legs spread haphazardly in front of Connor.

``Wow,'' he said in a hush, as if he might wake her up at any moment.  Marigold took solace that he didn't go farther than that, just staring at her nearly naked body and snapping a few more pictures.  Until she saw him sneak a paw down his pants...

Could twelve-year-old boys even get horny?  She could tell now that they could - at least for rabbits.  And this didn't seem to be the first time he'd touched himself.  His hot breath went in and out of his own bare chest (he was wearing pajama bottoms), mouth open as he watched her, touching himself.  ``Wow, wow,'' he gasped.  With one free hand, he gripped her furless tail, rubbing the tufts that surrounded the base of the rat-like limb.

If she hadn't been nearly comatose, her cheeks would be bright red.  She'd made out with her boyfriend before, but he hadn't seen her this bare before.  Connor was the first boy to see her like this, and there was nothing she could do but watch in horror!  As slow as her heartbeat was, it almost slowed to stop when the boy, still touching himself, reached out with his other hand for her panties...

``Connor!  What the hell!''

Thank God - Anthony had come in search of his littermate, only to find him about to undress the last of his `unconscious' baby-sitter.  Connor froze, pulling his paw out of his pants, the fur damp.  ``N-nothing!''

``Oh my God,'' Anthony gasped, looking at the crime that was unfolding.  ``Hey, get away from her!''

Connor backpedaled quickly, ``Woah, woah, I'm not like...doing anything.  I just wanted a look.''

Marigold could see Anthony's shocked expression, but the other bunny was also staring her bare body over.  ``What if she wakes up!?  Dad'll kill us!''  That - wasn't too promising.  Not only was his concern getting caught, Anthony was also associating himself with Connor's crime.

``Look at her - she's out like a light.  We've still got at least twenty minutes.  Besides, I'm not even sure she's a girl.  Or maybe she's trans or something?  She doesn't have any breasts.''

Marigold couldn't be too surprised the lagomorphs weren't aware of marsupial anatomy.  Possums were relatively uncommon here, and there weren't a lot of Australian immigrants in Colorado, either.  ``What?'' Anthony asked, crouching next to his brother and looking at her chest.

Oh, no.

Like that, the twin brother reached out to search her chest fluff just like Connor had, palms searching for any unusual bumps.  But there was nothing to find.  When he realized there was nothing there, he pulled back abruptly and said, ``Ew - she's a he!''

Connor shook his head.  ``If she's trans, she's a woman, right?  So, it's not like, gay.  I mean, look at her - pretty hot, right?''

Anthony shook his head.  ``I'm not into guys, Connor.''

This was the worst thing that had ever happened to Marigold, and now they thought she was secretly a man!  Well, if that gets them to stop assaulting her, she could handle the sheer embarrassment.  She tried so hard to move something, anything.  Twitch an ear to warn them off.  But she was as frozen as ever.

``I wonder what she looks like under that,'' Connor said breathily.

``No, Connor.  This is like...super gross.  Come on, we gotta dress him up again so he doesn't find out what happened.''

``Not yet,'' Connor insisted.  ``I have to know -'' and once again he reached out, this time with both paws to her panties.

But Anthony, despite his firm protest, didn't even look away.  ``You're gonna have nightmares, dude,'' he gulped, eyes locked between her legs.

Connor ignored his ignorant brother, and slid her panties down her thighs, and like that, Marigold was out in the open, completely naked for the two boys, her panties stretched taut around her knees.

Now it was Anthony's turn to gasp.  ``There's no dick either...!''

Connor was peering up close between her legs, his breath washing disgustingly across Marigold's defenseless cloaca, the single opening that all marsupials had.  ``Or vagina.  Maybe you were right?''

Marigold wanted to scream as Anthony joined his brother, pushing her legs apart so they could both ogle her private parts together.  Paws gripped and grabbed at her fur, though they were careful not to touch her cloaca in their search for her ``other parts''.  ``Nothing,'' Anthony agreed, his disgust at what they were doing replaced by curiosity.

``Did he...just get his dick cut off?'' Anthony asked.

Connor shook his head.  ``That's not how transitioning works, dude.''  He was searching farther and farther afield, up her back, then around to the front, and then, finally, he discovered her pouch, a centimeter wide circle that opened up when he stretched it.  Her belly seemed to open up like unwrapping a present, moistly spreading apart.  Connor gasped, ``Woah!''

Anthony said, ``Gross!  What's that?''

Connor slapped his forehead.  ``It's her pouch!  I forgot all about that.''

Anthony shook his head.  ``That's kangaroos.''

``Possums, too.  She's not a `he', Anthony.  The boys don't have pouches.''

The white-furred rabbit cocked his head.  ``But if she's a girl, where's her...you know?''

Connor shrugged.  ``Must be somewhere in the pouch, I guess.''

Please don't look for it, she thought with all her strength.  The idea of two boys reaching around among her barely developed nipples that lined her wet pouch to look for a hole that didn't even exist was terrifying.  She was already feeling so violated by the horny boys, but she was afraid it would only get worse, unless she could bring herself to move!

``Weird.''

Marigold watched as Connor stood up and bit his lip.  ``I...don't mind.  I mean, look at that tail.''

Anthony shook his head.  ``She's a possum - they're like...threes at best.''

Connor shrugged, showing his disregard for his brother's rating system by lowering his paws to his pajama bottoms.  Marigold stared, eyes wide for two reasons as the twelve-year-old lowered his pajamas right in front of his twin brother.  If there was any question about young rabbits getting hard, that was answered, as the boy revealed his pink dick peeking out of his short sheath, already dripping with pre.

``Dude, Connor...'' Anthony protested.

``What?  We watch porn together all the time,'' the boy replied.

``Th-that's different.  She's our babysitter!  And we don't...you know, have to see each other,'' he added, both palms opened as if to present his brother's horny, naked body in front of him.

``What do you mean?  We're still naked, sitting next to each other.''

Anthony looked away.  ``But there we just look up at the screen.  Not each other.''

Even Marigold could see that Connor hadn't been following that rule, but his brother seemed to miss it.  The grey bunny quickly redirected the conversation with, ``Well, then look at her, not me.''

Marigold stared blankly up at the two boys, while Connor started jacking off where he stood, his tongue sticking out in concentration.  Anthony looked down at her exposed, naked body, conflicted, before trying lamely again to say, ``We really shouldn't be doing this, Connor.  This has already gone way too far.''  The words were right, but his voice wavered, and his paws quivered at his own pajama waistband.

Connor said, ``The girls online don't know what we're doing, and neither does Marigold.  It's the same thing!''

Anthony gulped, but that was enough to get the white rabbit to slide his pajama bottoms down and grasp his still-growing cock.  They were long and thin, tapered at the end, almost hairless, ovular balls quivering beneath them.  She was never going to get this image out of her head - the two naughty rabbits she already hated to babysit, rubbing it out over her comatose, naked body as if she were nothing more than another porn video for their consumption.

If she could have, she would have closed her eyes - instead she watched the two rabbits masturbate, their mouths open, eyes clenching, their smaller bodies shivering as they rubbed the fur on their palms against their throbbing cocks.  It was humiliating, her tail coiled beneath her outspread thighs, her cloaca in plain view just like her half-open pouch, only wearing socks and her panties around her ankles.  Connor was grunting, further along than the conflicted Anthony, and his knees started to wobble as his big, pink balls started to vibrate.  ``Mmmm, M-marigold!'' he groaned.

With that, he shoved his hips forward and squeezed down on his dick, in practiced motion, as if competing for the longest shot, and he succeeded - the first and second glob of white cum arced through the air, landing triumphantly on the fifteen-year-old's bare, flat chest.

``Connor!'' Anthony cried out in dismay.  ``Now we gotta clean her up!  You know how hard it is to get cum out of fur!''

How much had these rabbits jacked off!?  She could see the glistening, warm globules of boy batter sinking into her fur, another image that would never leave her mind.  She curled her toes as hard as she could, and could almost feel her muscles responding.  These two were going to be in so much trouble.

Connor was still groaning, littler spurts landing on the carpet at his feet, his tongue sticking out as his immature body shuddered.  ``Whatever - we'll just get Sport to clean her up,'' as if that were a regular tactic.  No...no...!  She was humiliated enough without that nosy Golden Retriever lapping at her chest.  But it wasn't just her chest.

Anthony groaned, ``Well, it's too late now.''  Biting his lip, the white-furred rabbit stepped toward their fainted possum, kneeling down and removing her panties all the way.

Connor, ears twitching both nervously and excitedly, asked, ``What are you gonna do?''

``She's basically like Mrs. Felina, right?'' Anthony exclaimed.

Mrs. Felina was the name of their favorite plushy.  For years, Anthony would never fall asleep without the stuffed lioness at his side.  Now, Marigold could tell that that relationship had taken quite the turn.  Connor knew exactly what his brother meant, and he said, ``T-turn her around.  You don't want to get any on her pouch.''

``Good point,'' the rabbit agreed, grabbing Marigold limply by the arm before rolling her over onto her front.  She couldn't move or protest as her head landed awkwardly sideways against the carpet, her legs crumpled weirdly under her - until Anthony propped her up on her knees.  One of her eyes was squished up against the ground, still wide open, the other could only see the wall of their bedroom.  But she could feel the boys propping her up with her butt and tail in the air.  She could only mentally cry out in terror, her cloaca presented neatly to the boys.  He wasn't going to - he wouldn't!

She felt him mounting her from behind, her heart rate increasing once again.  She could feel the blood pumping through her muscles, giving her strength - she should be able to move soon and stop this.  She wasn't some sex toy for two pubescent lapines!  But she was still paralyzed, waiting to feel that long tip brushing up against her cloaca.  God, no!

Thankfully, she was wrong about how far Anthony wanted to go.  Instead he straddled her farther up, and as humiliating as it was to feel him bury his leaking tip in the fur on the small of her back, at least he wasn't going to take her virginity!  She wondered how many times she'd picked up Mrs. Felina only to find her weirdly damp.  These rabbits, at least, lived up to their amorous reputation!

With one boy propped up on her back, humping into her wiry fur, she felt Connor kneel down and grab her pink tail.  He caressed it, sliding his paws across her tail before tucking it between his legs.  She could only be thankful he'd already blown his load, but he humped her tail while Anthony grabbed her arms and pumped against her back.  ``Oh...wow...'' Anthony groaned.  ``She's way more...real than Mrs. Felina...''

No shit! Marigold screamed in her head.  Her ears twitched with rage.

They twitched.

She was getting her muscles back!  The boy was too busy to notice her ears, grinding into her soft fur and panting, oblivious to his brother behind him.  But Marigold wasn't - with her tail tucked neatly between Connor's legs, she felt fingers at her cloaca.  No!  Anthony wouldn't have allowed that, but he was distracted.  She'd hoped they'd keep avoiding it, assuming it was just her butt, but Connor seemed interested, spreading her apart and leaning in for a closer look.  He wouldn't really be able to make sense of the two tunnels inside, her anus and the opening to her three vaginas, but he was happy to press a finger or two into her.  If she couldn't get ahold of herself soon, she was sure Connor would only get bolder and bolder - it was the kid's personality to push limits.

Anthony was getting close now, his balls squeezed between his tail and hers, quivering with each quick rabbit thrust.  He was moaning as he humped his `unconcious' babysitter, grinding his sensitive dick against her warm body.  It was so much better for him than his plushie that he wasn't prepared for the suddenness of his ejaculation.  He was mid moan when his voice cut off and he bit his lip, balls convulsing as he sprayed her back with a surprisingly large amount of cum.  Warm, sticky liquid matted in her fur, running down to her shoulder blades.

``Oh...oh God,'' he whimpered.

Connor quickly stopped poking her single hole, stepping back like he'd done nothing.

``She's gonna wake up soon.''

Anthony sighed and pulled himself up.  ``We gotta get her cleaned up and dressed, or we're dead.''

Connor agreed.  ``I'll get Sport.''

Marigold could only lie there, her fingers starting to clench now, while footsteps rang out through the household.  Then the jingle of Sport's tags as the dog bounded up the stairs, Connor right behind.  Gratefully, she managed to close her down eye so that the carpet wasn't brushed painfully up against her cornea.  But nothing could have prepared her for Sport.

The dog was wagging his tail as he approached the prone possum from behind, and Connor directed him around to the side.  Marigold was so close now.  Her toes were moving.  Her fingers were starting to grip the carpet.  She felt like her tail was twitching.  She didn't even mind the dog licking up her back - better than keeping Anthony's cum in her fur.  He lapped the salty seed up eagerly, as if he were used to the taste, replacing the goo with saliva - a pretty good trade in her mind.  The boys watched nervously, expecting her to get up at any moment.

``I wish we had more time,'' Anthony said nervously.

``Well, we might have another twenty minutes, you know, if we don't play it safe.''

The white rabbit glanced at his brother.  ``I meant so that we could get her cleaned up - not to...do more stuff.''

Fat chance, Marigold groaned, a soft sound in her voice.  Their large ears didn't pick it up against the dog's eager licks, but it wouldn't be long now.

Connor said, ``But - doesn't this remind you -''

Anthony gasped.  ``We said we'd never talk about it!''

``Rover's Best Boy Party?''

``Connor!  We never should have watched that!''

Her biceps were working.  She could feel the muscles clenching as she tried desperately to get up.  She was barely following along with their discussion.  Until now.

The grey bunny said, ``Do you think Sport'd fuck her?'' pulling out a forbidden word along with a forbidden video.

Anthony was blushing now.  ``S-stop it.''

``Wanna see?''

``Connor...''

Marigold froze.  They weren't really discussing that.  She was just about ready to talk, her eyes and ears twitching, her heart pumping oxygen-rich blood through her muscles, but Connor was talking as if they'd seen...She didn't even want to think about it.

But she had no choice, the boy pressing his luck again.  Right in front of a horrified Anthony, the cocky grey rabbit hiked Marigold's tail and said, ``Here, Sport, here!''

It was a joke.  It had to be.  Her rump was still propped up beneath her knees, her pink tail easily up and out of the way.  But he'd push the dog away.  He had to.  The nosy Golden Retriever left her glistening back to investigate the boy's new command, only to find a possum's presented pussy.  Firm hands gripped her tail, and despite her unspoken demands, it stayed up.  Anthony wasn't intervening either.  No, no, no, no...

Yes.  Connor watched the dog sniff Marigold's opening and did nothing to stop the long-furred, Golden dog from slurping right up into her.  Heart threatening to beat out of her chest, Marigold jumped, every muscle twitching at the sudden, wet intrusion from the dumb animal, and...

She fainted.

To the boys, it looked like she was jerked awake for half a second, before she collapsed back onto her face in the carpet, going limp.  To Marigold, her body went into shock a second time, blood flooding from her muscles to her brain and lungs, keeping only the most vital parts of her awake and alive.  Her heart rate slowed and her fingers, so close to lifting her from the ground, collapsed beneath her.  For a few moments, she slipped completely into unconsciousness.

``What was that!?'' Anthony gasped.

Connor grabbed Sport by the collar, pulling him off the possum, his rabbit heart racing as he stared the babysitter up and down.  But she wasn't moving at all anymore.  ``False alarm?''

Anthony said, ``That's it.  I can't believe you made Sport do that.  If Marigold knew...''

``But she doesn't know.  Besides, I didn't make him lick her.  He wanted to!''

Anthony had to agree with that at least.  ``What if...what if she woke up during that jolt?''

``Well, she's down now.  I doubt she'll remember anything, but if she does, we're already screwed,'' Connor explained.

``I - I think Sport startled her again.''

Connor opened his eyes wide.  ``Then we've got even more time.''

``Connor - please.  We've gotta stop this.  I feel -''

``Don't you want to know if he'd really, you know...do her?  We can stop him, obviously.''

Anthony shook his head.  ``N-no.  I feel...really weird in my stomach.''

``You're just excited.  I'll show you,'' the boy rabbit said, letting go of Sport and lofting their babysitter's tail once again.  Before Anthony could stop him, Sport was nose-deep in possum pussy, slathering up her clenching cloaca, tail wagging wildly.  ``See, he loves it.''

Anthony's jaw dropped, and he felt like throwing up, but he watched, breathlessly.  Connor grinned knowingly at his twin, letting go of Marigold too and letting Sport have at her, noisy slurps and squelches ringing out.  The traumatized white rabbit gasped, ``But she's...she's...it's Marigold.  She's a person!''

Connor crawled over to his brother, grinning knowingly.  ``That fox was a person and she let Rover all over her - and into her.''

Anthony held his breath, eyes locked on the slurping dog.  He'd watched Rover's Best Boy Party thirty times, the ache in his astonished stomach getting weaker each time.  At first, he was sure it was faked, but the video was clear - that porn star was actually letting a dog fuck her.  The way the vixen moaned as the eager Doberman worked her over, knotted her, dumped his nuts in her, it was etched in his brain.  He hadn't been able to think about anything else for weeks until he finally pushed it out of his mind.  But now it all came back, his stomachache even worse knowing that it was Marigold getting eaten out, and that she didn't even know it was happening.  It felt thirty times worse and -

Connor grabbed his brother's pajamas and pulled them down, revealing Anthony's cock, firm, full, and thirty times harder than ever before.  He whimpered once, defeated, and settled in with his paws all over his erection, groaning as he watched Sport probe the poor possum.  The dog seemed extra intrigued by Marigold's aromatic cloaca, especially as the musk of two horny rabbits and an intact dog started to sink in subconsciously for the opossum.  Those hormones filled her nose and stirred within her her heat, spontaneously spurring the fifteen-year-old to ovulate.  This new scent only made the dog lick harder.

``Look, he's getting a boner!'' Connor noted, peering through the long, golden fur on Sport's belly.

Anthony groaned even louder, his cock still so sensitive in his paw from earlier.  But the mere thought that Sport really might mount their babysitter had him on the edge of both horror and lust.  ``We...can't...''

``I'm not doing nothing,'' Connor explained.  ``It's all up to Sport.''  With that, the boy sat back like his brother, and started sliding his paw up and down his own cock.

Like watching a train wreck, both boys trembled as Sport invaded the possum with his tongue, searching every direction, pushing that red organ up her rectum, and into all three vaginal passages.  Sport had never been so excited, his doggy dick glistening in the air.  A pretty little bitch, in heat and presenting, and for once the boys weren't yelling at him to stop sniffing and licking.

``No, really, he's gonna...'' Anthony shuddered, as Sport lifted a paw to Marigold's rump.

``He's really gonna do it!'' Connor panted.

The Golden Retriever mounted, and Anthony lost it then and there, shooting all over the carpet, never having cum so quickly so soon.  It hurt, but it felt good, and his stomachache almost seemed to fade away as he let himself go in the sheer hotness of it all.  They were going to stop him - they had to, but not...not yet.  ``Aaaaah!''

The perfect time for the possum to regain her senses.  She tried to shake off the sudden drowsiness that had overtaken her, her mind foggy, only to realize she couldn't move a muscle.  Memories flooded back as she recounted all the humiliating things the rabbit boys had done with her, but the details were coming slowly to her blood-starved brain.  They'd cum on her, that much she remembered and then -

Paws on her hips.  Her frozen eyes stared down at the carpet, but she felt paws wrap tightly around her thighs, something pushing hard on her upright tail.  That's when she remembered Sport.  Marigold had to quell her reaction or she'd lose it again, but suddenly she wished she had.  The paws she felt had claws.  This can't be happening!  The boys were watching, she could hear them, and they'd let Sport mount her.  On her knees, her rump was just about the right height for the Golden Retriever, which she could feel even at that moment as the horny dog started poking around beneath her tail.

Anthony groaned, but even in the midst of his shuddering orgasm, he gasped at his brother, ``Y-you gotta get him off!''

Phone at the ready, Connor seemed to have no such intention.  He was lining up the shot, and even had the gall to reply, ``I think he can handle getting off all on his own.''

Marigold couldn't know her posterior was being recorded for posterity, but she could tell that Connor absolutely did care whether the dog raped her - he wanted it to happen.  She quivered motionlessly, praying that Anthony would save her, but each heavy hump from Sport made it more and more clear, no help was coming.  She couldn't see that the white rabbit was squeezing his cock, dribbles of cum leaking down now, but his eyes paralyzed at the naughty scene in front of him.  He made an effort to crawl toward the dog on his babysitter, but it was a half-hearted effort.  Defeated, he watched, panting, ``W-what if she gets pregnant...?''

 That hadn't been the first worry on Marigold's mind as the pet dog threatened to take her virginity, but now it was.  While the odds of crossbreeding were higher the more related two species were, marsupials were especially likely - something about having more primitive DNA made them compatible with more mammals.  They'd be a mix of their father and mother's species, though most would match the father, and she knew well enough that canine girls could absolutely get knocked up with puppies.  Would Sport prove too different for her?  She hoped she wouldn't have to find out!

``Not very likely.  Besides, I don't think pet dogs can knock up people.''

``Really?'' Anthony asked nervously.

``And besides besides, he's only gonna find her butt.''

``Oh, right,'' Anthony agreed.

If she was hoping for help from him, she was out of luck.  They still thought her vagina was somehow tucked inside her pouch!  Marigold screamed mentally as she felt Sport getting closer to his target, her tail and hindquarters waiting patiently for the inexperienced dog.  His wet tip squeezed at the circular entrance to her cloaca.  Please...aim high... she whined.  She wasn't eager to lose her black cherry, but compared to taking the dog raw to her vagina?  She knew like all girl possums that judging when you were in heat was nearly impossible, and all the male scents could easily have triggered it in her.  What a day, for the fifteen-year-old girl to be praying for the dog to fuck her in the butt!

``Look at that shot,'' Connor said.  ``He's almost in her!''

Is he recording me!?  The heat of the camera was nearly undetectable where it trembled looking up from beneath the possum, focusing on the slimy red tip of the canine tickling her possum pussy.  Anthony was finally done orgasming, glancing at the camera.  ``But...Marigold...'' he whined.  But the boy didn't reach for Sport's collar.  Instead, he groaned and reached for his spent cock, already hardening at his closer view.

The paralyzed possum felt cold dread through her body, waiting for the inevitable, until it finally came.  With both boys eager to see a peep show up close, she was nothing more than a sideshow, like a backyard breeding - a perverted novelty.  Sport pressed at her opening, all on camera, and with a cheer from Connor, he pushed his way in, shoving her lifeless body forward with his thrust.

And like that, she lost her virginity.  The thick, bony shaft pressed deep, sliding down the path of least resistance - the heated median vagina.  At least she didn't have a hymen to break, but the sheer terror of feeling the virile dog squeeze into her pussy hurt enough.  She was a real life porn movie now, and not the vanilla kind.  The fifteen-year-old girl had been trying to earn 40 bucks for a relatively easy job, and now she was fucking a dog on camera, completely unable to resist.

Sport proved a no-frills lover, pumping away as his shaft filled her out.  His furry balls bounced against her thighs, her tail rigidly pinned to the side.  His weight fell heavy on her back as he leaned into it, jabbing forward until he was hilted inside her, his sheath rolled up against his body.  Hot air blanketed the back of her neck, but she couldn't even look back in horror at the dog who didn't know any better.

But the boy who certainly did was walking around to the front of her.  Grey fur indicated it was Connor.  ``What are you doing?'' Anthony gasped, barely able to whack off from how painful it was becoming.

Connor said, ``I figure she has more holes to go around.''

``That's not funny,'' his brother panted.

Picking up Marigold's head in his hands, he turned her to face the masturbating mammal, her dull, black eyes seemingly uncomprehending.  ``I don't think she cares.  Besides, what's a blowjob when she's literally fucking a dog?''

``But...'' Anthony started, before shutting up.  Marigold could see the defeat in his eyes before Connor turned her back to look straight down to the rabbit's naked crotch.  He'd only cum once so far, so he was standing up proudly to her lips.

``She's heavy...'' Connor groaned, trying to lift her head high enough for his pointed cock.  Marigold more than anything wanted to reach up and strangle the boy that had caused everything.  She bet the scary mask was his idea, too!  Instead, she felt teeth on her scruff, her head yanked back by the eager dog.  ``Thanks, Sport!'' the grey bunny grinned.

With her head lifted up by the dog growing bigger every second inside her, Connor had no trouble gliding his leaky tip across her lips, his paw opening her mouth.  She was drooling a bit because she couldn't swallow.  Gently he pressed up against her lips, poking that bunny boy dick into her wet muzzle, careful to avoid the teeth.  ``Ohhh...God!'' he groaned at the warm wetness on his cock.  Sure, she wasn't suckling or anything, but it still felt ten times better than the fur on his paw.  With his paws caressing her cheeks, the rabbit began to buck every bit as hard as Sport, the slimy cock rubbing against her tongue, leaving salty droplets on her taste buds.

Marigold felt her head yanked around by both the dog and the boy, her possum muzzle directed back and forth on the twelve-year-old's trembling dick.  ``You gotta try this...'' Connor groaned, leaning forward to hump her face like Sport was humping her rump.  Her open eyes could only really see his grey belly fur - she'd never even given a boy a handjob before, but he had her slurping like a pro, the young boy's musk really driving into every square inch of her nostrils.  If she wasn't already in heat, she'd go into it now, with the dog's cock bearing down, deep inside her.  When she was a kid, she'd thought it was really cool that possum girls could have some sort of control over their periods - but then, she hadn't realized just how out of control her first time would be!

With a dog.  Sport was growing by the second, stretching her cloaca, which was little more than a circular ring of skin.  She wasn't made for a knot, but the dog didn't know that or care, and she couldn't exactly tell him no or make him stop.  Hilted inside her, his swelling bulge quickly teased at her outstretched opening, tightening until she was sure she was locked to him.  He was so big, and stuffed in her far too thin median vagina, pointed tip squeezed up right between her twin uteruses.  At any moment, he might fill her up and bloat both her wombs of waiting eggs, and with so much cum, the odds that at least one sperm would wiggle through and make a puppy was undeniable.  The big, white balls smashing her thighs made it quite clear that Sport wasn't neutered, and she sincerely doubted the pet dog had put on protection!

No, this can't be happening!  This is a nightmare!  Maybe going into shock had worked for her feral ancestors, but now it was making her completely helpless at the paws of her two charges who knew better and their dog who didn't.

``H-he's tied,'' Anthony gasped, his paw sliding up and down his cock so fast now that it was starting to hurt.

Connor groaned, ``You think she'll figure out why she's walking funny when she wakes up?'', a growing malice in the young buck's voice.  He had her by the white ears now, the gentle squelch of suction not from any action on her part - he used his fingers to squeeze her mouth shut around his dick.

Letting go of her scruff, Sport tossed his head back and howled in sheer bliss as he claimed what was likely his first bitch, unless he'd managed to escape the boy's yard at some point.  She was so tight that it didn't matter she was essentially lifeless beneath him.  Her insides clenched naturally around his enormous canine cock, and with a low, short grunt, he jabbed forward, pressing his tip up against her innermost wall and dumping his nuts.  Marigold couldn't see anything, but she could feel the warm, sticky cum pumping down his throbbing shaft and erupting into her, her belly swelling...more on the left side.  His bony tip must have become nestled up against her left uterus, every spurt entering her underage baby chamber, looking for eggs she'd surely just supplied.  But the dog was more prolific than the short spurts the bunnies managed, and it was only a few burning seconds before her small womb (after all, the eggs only stayed inside her mere weeks) was bloated and brimming with dog seed, backwash erupting out of her to spill backwards.  With Sport's cock still firmly lodged in the middle vagina, his excess seed filled her lateral vaginas to their limit, her inner walls stretching everywhere inside her abdomen before the pressure grew large enough and the first loud splash shot out past his knot.  White cum sprayed out of him onto her thighs, the floor, his balls, drenching them.

Anthony squeezed his dick and climaxed again, but nothing came out.  He panted and groaned as he tried in vain to cum a third time before he gave up and just enjoyed the hypersensitivity wracking his young body.

Connor took one look at the veritable river of canine cum splashing out of his baby-sitter and he lost it, long dick aimed at the back of her throat.  But no gag reflex could save her from the thick load leaking down her esophagus and into her stomach, the grunting bunny boy using her like one of his crinkly, disgusting socks.  ``Oh...fuck!'' he groaned.

But while the boys were already done, the dog was just getting started, straining against the possum despite having already more than done the deed.  His business was complete, but he felt the need to release every drop into her already full womb, plastering the floor with his ecstatic offering.  Panting, the boys could only watch in a mixture of lust and horror (at least for Anthony) as their horniness started to fade and they finally saw what was really happening: their dog was raping their knocked out babysitter!

Anthony said, ``But what if he's tied too long?  She'll wake up like this!''

Connor casually pulled Marigold's muzzle off of his spent dick and dropped her unceremoniously on the ground.  Chest heaving, the grey rabbit replied, ``We'll tell her the dog must have found her while she was out and we were playing games.''

Anthony shook his head.  ``And Sport undressed her?''

As if to punctuate the unlikely nature of that claim, Sport gave Marigold's limp face a quick lick before getting off of her, his cock still buried deep.  He turned all the way around, tail wagging, still cumming in the presented possum.

``Maybe we get them into the bathroom, and she thinks she undressed herself?'' Connor suggested.

Of course, they didn't know she could see and hear everything they'd said and done barring the first minute or so after each trigger.

Ultimately, their plans didn't matter, because Sport's tie only lasted fifteen minutes before he popped out of her and added a new waterfall to the already voluminous amount of dog cum.  All their elaborate (and futile) plans to cover up what happened faded away, and they settled on covering up the cummy mess in the carpet with dirty clothes.  Sport was more than happy to slurp up the goop that was still leaking out of Marigold, tongue invading the poor girl in a way that almost felt comforting after what she'd just endured, though she wasn't stupid enough to think that his gulps would have any effect on whether she was pregnant.  She was sure she was, now, even as different as she was from the pet dog.

``You put her clothes back on,'' Connor suggested, ``And I'll put Sport away.  It'll be like it never happened.''

Anthony looked up at his brother and said, ``W-we raped her - whether she knows it or not.  I - this is bad, Connor.  Why'd you have to go and do this?''

Connor blinked.  ``Me?  It's `us'.  You were here for almost all of it.  You can't put this all on me now that you're done.''  Scoffing, he left his brother to put on Marigold's clothes, leading Sport downstairs.

What Connor didn't notice was that Anthony was tenting his pajamas.  He'd never lost his erection, even after his dry orgasm, even watching Sport splurting away for fifteen minutes, even while whining about how horrible it all was.  He took a deep breath, every part of his young body in physical and emotional pain.  He glanced at her panties, collecting them and her skirt.  At least her blouse was still mostly on.  Holding his breath, he rolled Marigold onto her back, careful to avoid the cum pool.

And he froze.  Marigold hadn't been too pleased with the boy's willingness to let what happened happen, but now her unblinking black eyes saw the mix of emotions on his face as he took her in, clearly ogling her naked body.  With Connor gone, he seemed emboldened, his ear twitching as the back door opened - his brother must be letting Sport out back.  Taking a deep breath, Anthony decided to push his luck.

Marigold was still as many as ten minutes from being able to move again, her open eyes staring emotionlessly at Anthony as the twelve-year-old grabbed one of her bare legs and set it aside, and then the other.  With her legs spread, the white bunny settled in between them, his hair standing on end as he reached down to run his paws through the fur on her belly, gently teasing her pouch.  Opening her up, he looked in, but couldn't make sense of her inner workings.  Taking a deep breath he said, ``It's just her butt,'' to himself.

She would have dropped her jaw if she could have, but Anthony was the one who climbed over her and lined his still-hard dick up with her cloaca.  The boy that had resisted every step of her violation and rape - before giving in - was about to stick it in her, totally unaware of the risk.  If he chose the wrong tunnel, he might well push up against her empty second womb, and rabbits and possums were particularly likely to conceive together.  As humiliating as it was that she was likely brimming with mindless puppies, she could at least give those to an animal shelter!  If Anthony knocked her up, she'd have to either raise them herself, or go through the difficult process of putting them up for adoption.

It was with mixed emotions that the terrified teenager watched the rabbit squeeze into her aching cloaca, a new pain running down her spine as he lucked out - pushing hard into her rectum.  At least he was a lot smaller than Sport, but Marigold had never had anything up there before.  Well, Anthony had decided he ``might as well'' fuck her in the ass, and she was in no position to say yes or no.

``Oh, God...'' Anthony groaned, penetrating someone for the first time in his young life.  Dry humping Mrs. Felina has been good practice, but nothing could prepare the boy for how it felt to have her tight walls squeezing down around every inch of his bunny cock.  He opened his mouth, his tongue dangling as he started humping into her ass, his paws reaching up to fondle her boobless chest.  Now she was moving, but not of her own accord, Anthony rocking her lifeless body back and forth, his balls smacking her pink tail.  ``Marigold!'' he whined.

Hands reached for her head, hefting her up, and suddenly Anthony had tilted her head, slipped a finger into her mouth to open it, and now he was kissing her, full-on with tongue, matching the pace of his growing thrusts.  Like always, she was too limp to respond, but that didn't seem to bother the horny rabbit, who licked her tongue, cheeks, even her sharp teeth in his excitement.  He only broke the kiss to marvel, ``We're really having sex!''

Marigold had a different perspective on what he was doing to her.

``Anthony, I leave you alone for one second,'' Connor groaned, standing in the hallway.  ``We've gotta get her dressed up, not messed up again...''

He glanced back at his brother, blushing madly, but he kept hammering away.  ``Just...let me finish.''

``Oh, I'm not gonna stop you,'' Connor laughed.

Again and again, he stretched out her asshole, his little prick still quite firm, a dull ache growing to a sincerely unpleasant friction.  One advantage if he'd found her slicked up pussy would be the lubrication, but at least she didn't have to worry about her egg-filled second uterus!  She lay there, splayed out as he used her, grasping her fur in his paws as he got closer.

``A new record...'' Anthony groaned, knowing his brother would understand.  ``Four times in one night.''

Connor grunted.  ``Together, we could fuck every bunny girl at Sunday School, now.''

Anthony laughed.  ``Might be able to convince five of them, but good luck with Clarice and Dominica...''

Connor said, with a frighteningly straight face, ``Who said they had a choice?''

That was all it took to bring Anthony to the edge.  Taking a deep breath, white rabbit shuddered and pulled back until just his tip was nestled into her cloaca.  Grabbing two fistfuls of fur from her chest, he slammed back in, balls deep, ready to plaster her ass.

But it wasn't her ass anymore.  He'd returned to the bifurcation inside the possum girl and this time he thrust higher up.  His tip slipped into her pussy, still sopping with the dog cum Sport hadn't managed to lick out of her.  He missed both side vaginas, storing up ounces of cum, and burrowed down her median vagina just like Sport had.  With a loud squeal, Anthony managed to cum a third time, his ragged cock aching as his balls worked overtime, producing another sperm-rich splurt aimed right at her second womb.  While Sport had almost entirely missed this one, Anthony poked forward, pressed right up against her opening, and emptied his nuts into her egg-filled uterus, bunny seed splattering her in its desperate search to create life.  Marigold could feel it all, the warm cum draining into her now-swelling womb, bulging out to match the one Sport had claimed.  N-no...this...no... she thought, her mind lost in cycles.

``Fuck...'' Anthony groaned, finally giving in to the bad language his brother used so casually.  With ragged gasps, he pulled out of Marigold, almost every drop of rabbit cum sloshing around inside the fertile possum.

It didn't take them long to dress her, working together.  Anthony would hold a leg up as Connor slid first one leg through her panties, then the other, tugging them all the way up to cover up her abused and deflowered cloaca.  Next her skirt, and finally they buttoned her up, tossing the tissues back under her bra.  Together, the two boys struggled to drag her into the hallway before tucking themselves into bed, obviously assuming she'd been passed out the whole time.

Marigold had never felt so violated - jacked off to, smearing in her fur, raped by a dog, forced to suck one bunny off and fuck the other, before being left in an unceremonious heap in the hallway, feeling her bloated belly absorb the canine and lapine seed that sought her defenseless eggs.  She'd wash herself out, but she was still unable to move, her clouded mind not getting the oxygen it needed to really clarify events.  In fact - she fell asleep.  But unlike a typical sleep, she was essentially blacked out.  What had felt so vivid and traumatic in the moment, seared into her brain, was washed away in her sleep, the memories slipping away, residual pathways through her neurons remaining with large gaps to fill.  So when she woke up, she shook her head.

She knew they'd abused her.  She remembered flashes of events - the most horrifying things...especially, especially Sport.  But the specifics eluded her.  She'd seen something scary - a mask?  Was it the boys?  Had they planned on sending her into shock?  Anthony had resisted his brother, but Connor had brought Sport.  And then he ...

She didn't want to remember it all.  She'd never get sleep again.  So, she rubbed her forehead and stood on shaky legs, her entire body sore from disuse.  Marigold twitched her tail, groaning as she looked at the clock.  1:00 AM.  She was so late to meet Jeremy, but with the lapine monsters apparently asleep in their beds, she had to talk to someone about what happened.  Grabbing a coat and her shoes, she stumbled down to the park, praying the Rottweiler was still there.

He saw her limping over to him, sitting on the park bench, eyebrows furrowed.  ``You haven't been answering my texts,'' he growled.

``Jeremy...'' she gasped, looking disheveled.  All her makeup was running, her fur matted with saliva or cum, or both.  ``Th-they raped me!''

``What?  Who did?'' the big, black dog exclaimed, eyes widening.

``Connor - and I think Anthony.  And ...'' she couldn't bring herself to mention Sport.  ``I was getting ready to come here and...''

``And two twelve-year-old boys held you down and raped you?'' he asked skeptically.  ``Those little altar boys?''

Wincing, the possum stared up at her boyfriend in disbelief.  ``They didn't hold me down.  I was in shock.  They thought I was passed out, I think.''

``You don't remember?'' Jeremy asked, incredulous.  ``I'll admit, you smell like it.  But if you expect me to believe this...''  The Rottweiler was furious.  ``I thought you were cool, but I didn't realize just how much of a slut you were.''

``I - I couldn't move!'' she protested.

``Yeah, right.''  She'd have tried more, but he pushed away from her and left the park in a huff, leaving the possum girl crying on the bench.

She couldn't tell Mr. and Mrs. Dandelion.  Not with their kids right there, when they returned in the morning.  Besides...how would they believe her, if Jeremy didn't?  She just accepted her babysitting money in a daze, nauseous at the smug expression on Connor's face.  He thought he'd gotten away, Scot free.  But she went straight to the police.

They asked the same questions that Jeremy did - why didn't she remember more of what happened?  How could a twelve-year-old prop her up to be raped by a dog?  One of the Dandelion boys?  When she protested, they just said they were doing a police investigation, but it was clear they were trying to throw suspicion on everything she said.  She had to literally demand a rape kit, despite how humiliating it was to wait for a female officer to collect samples from her cloaca.  But what did it matter?  It would be months before they got any results, and the odds that either of the boys (or Sport for that matter), were in the database was nil.  But at least they'd have DNA evidence for use later.

She limped all the way home, arriving at 8 in the morning, aching all over, humiliated, and crying.  When her mother saw her, she immediately went to hug Marigold and ask her what happened.

``They raped me, Momma,'' Marigold wept, using the name she had called her mother when she was just a kid.  ``Connor and Anthony.''

``Honey, come in here,'' her mother yelped to her father, and the two possums listened intently to their daughter.  After hearing most of the story, her dad said, ``What did I tell you about that boy, Jeremy?  I told you it'd only be trouble.''

Marigold blinked.  ``Jeremy?  H-he wasn't really part of this.''

``He's why you went out like this, isn't he?'' Dad demanded, looking his daughter up and down.  Her short, rolled up skirt, her tight blouse, her obvious make-up.

``So?''

But it was her mother who said, ``What were you thinking, babysitting for two boys looking like that?''

``I - I didn't think they'd rape me.''

Her dad huffed.  ``And how'd that turn out?  Honestly, you were asking for it!''

``I was paralyzed - I couldn't even move!'' Marigold protested, looking to her mom for backup.

Her mother tsked, and said, ``I thought we taught you better than this.  We told you that possums have to be extra careful, didn't we?  Now everyone at church is going to blame us because you didn't listen!  You can't put yourself in situations where you're easy prey, remember?  Dress sensibly, don't go out late at night, always have a buddy.''

``Mom!'' she wailed, not sure what she'd done to deserve this.

Dad shook his head.  ``And now you're probably knocked up, if not by one of the boys, then by their damned dog.  Bad enough to drag us through all of this, but thing about the babies - you're too young to raise them.  And you already went to the police, so it's going to get out in the community.  I can't believe you'd risk ruining those bunnies' lives when they had no idea what they were doing!  God, we're going to have to change churches...''

``But -''

``No buts, Marigold,'' her mom reprimanded.  ``This never would have happened to me.  Now...go to your room and think about what you've done.  We'll think about what the next steps are.''  Her nose was turned up in disgust.

Grounded, Marigold wasn't paralyzed, but she lay motionless in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with one paw on her belly, nonetheless.  She didn't think, she took short, shallow breaths, and her aches and pains faded away.

She felt nothing.

Emptiness.

A noticeable improvement.

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