A bunny at a party is prone to finding herself in kinky situations and getting hypnotised and drawn to fuck everyone there at this one is no different!
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Vania should not have been out there, not really, but it was hard for the bunny-woman to restrain herself. She was too social, a bounce in her step as she enjoyed herself, the party in full swing, though it had been a while since she had attended one in a private home. Of course, a house party was well within her wheelhouse, though perhaps Vania should have considered the fact that she had work the next day.
No matter to her though. Her brown rabbit ears stood up tall and pricked, turning to catch sounds, drinks flowing freely and laughter thick and tangible in the air. She had chosen a mid-thigh skirt that was reasonable enough for the night out, a glass of prosecco clasped in her hand, skin a little darker than a natural tan would have come through. Her glasses perched on her nose, though she did wear contacts at times too, yet she’d been in too much of a rush to get out that night to worry about those.
A sparkly top that was, perhaps, a little too low-cut across her bosom completed the ensemble as she lunged at a group of her friends, giggling and swaying, though she had barely taken a sip of any single drink so far. They laughed and drew her into their midst, though there were others there, strangers to her, that could have been entertaining to talk to also. As much as nervous excitement trembled through her, it was not in Vania’s nature to break the ice easily with those that she did not know, though, funnily enough, she always found herself in their arms anyway.
“Hey, Vania, not found someone to lift that bunny-tail of yours yet tonight?”
Vania squirmed, squealing and clapping a hand to her lips, though just about remembered the prosecco in her other hand in the nick of time.
“Oh – you! Just because you can’t get any!”
They laughed, her friends ranging from anthros to humans to those that were somewhere in-between, like her. She had a bunny-tail too, of course, even if her skirt hid it that night, though that was one more thing that Vania had to hold in mind, taking care not to flick it up too high and disturb her skirt.
Her friends split up, leaving her to wander, to mingle, though they would still be around, she was sure, if she needed them. She had to count on them, after all, but others brushed up against her with friendly smiles, seemingly drawn to her as they always were. Her friends called her a bonk magnet”, but Vania was determined to be scrupulous that night, downing her drink and picking up another, though she did not care what slipped down her throat.
Maybe that was her problem, a little bit of a lewd downfall, if one willed, as a strange man clasped her elbow, drawing her softly to the side.
“Hey, darling, haven’t seen you around here before.”
He was like her, in a way, which put her at ease, though Vania should never have been as relaxed as she was around a fox. His ears pricked atop his head, ginger hair matching the shade of them, a fox-tail hanging behind him, though it was stiller than her little tail wanted to be. Maybe that too should have been a warning sign for her, showing her what the fox, indeed, was concealing, but the alcohol already affected her, softening the edges of her reality.
“Yeah, Sandy invited me,” she said brightly, her voice a little louder than it needed to be. “Who brought you?”
“Oh, I tend to turn up where I’m wanted. Life’s funny like that, isn’t it?”
His smile was disarming, setting her instantly at ease, and Vania laughed out loud, shaking her head as her ears flopped and bounced back and forth from one side to the other.
“You could say, I find myself caught up in situations where I’m finding that all the time. Who are you again?”
“Todd.”
Whether that was his real name or not would not be seen at that time or later as they talked, drinks flowing freely, though Vania did not keep track of how much she enjoyed. All she knew was that her body was light and at ease and everything the fox-man was so funny, his skin paler than hers, a kindly canny look in his eye.
That was why she did not mind too much when he said that they should go somewhere more private to talk, somewhere a little quieter where Vania did not have to raise her voice as much as she had to in order to talk. It was easy, too easy, and she was, perhaps, a little too trusting, the bedroom certainly suited for things other than what went on out in the open area of the party space.
In the dim light, she fumbled for a switch, the only illumination coming in through the window.
“Oh, gawd, it’s so dark in here!”
She covered up her nerves with laughter, though still did not suspect anything was amiss. Vania did not mind getting herself into such situations, to be fair, for it was just one of many things that served to make her life more interesting, tripping over her own feet in her party heels, tail flicking her skirt up. Thank goodness for the darkness to hide her embarrassment there!
But when she met the fox-man’s eyes, she found that she could not look away, something gold flashing in his hands. The sparkle of it drew her eye, the gold coin passed between one of his hands to the other, rolled over his knuckles, rhythmic and calling, enticing in the best of ways.
Vania swayed.
“Ohhh…”
Her fate was already sealed.
“Listen to me. Listen to only the sound of my voice. Listen to me.”
The coin fixated her, her breath caught in her throat. It was captivating, hypnotising, though the bunny-woman did not realise, not even then, how she was slipping down and down and down, the world tilting and turning around her in such a way that could not, not even then, be settled. She was caught under his spell as the fox-man layered his influence over her, Todd even having trouble keeping the smirk off his lips as to how easy it had been for him to capture her, to break her down and draw her in.
“Yes, very good… You’re such a good girl.”
She didn’t know what she was doing and yet the maid outfit on the bed seemed too enticing for her to resist as Todd nodded at it.
“Put it on. Listen to me. You only need to listen to me now. Let all else fall away.”
It was right and it was wrong, a whimper on her lips as she stripped down, not even feeling embarrassed to be in her underwear before him. Her heels, thankfully, had been black already and matched the Lolita maid outfit perfectly, the layers and frills cut higher than her skirt had been, though there was a hole for her tail in that one. Without thinking, for there was no sense in considering things too deeply, she tucked her tail through it, settling it over her shoulders, the white ruffles dipping low over her breasts. Her bra pushed her tits up under the costume, putting them on full display, and she giggled deliriously, swinging her hips back and forth just to enjoy how the material rustled around her.
“Very good… You’re so lovely, Vania. And you want to show me how lovely you are, don’t you?”
Her tongue pushed out over her lower lip, moaning lewdly, not feeling as if she could keep it in her mouth anymore. Her knees were weak and all Vania could do was keep her eyes on him, dropping to his crotch as he unzipped his smart black trousers to reveal a hard erection. With neko-type people, like her, it was always up for debate as to whether they would have their human or their animal genitalia and the fox-man proved to be a blend of both. Where he did not have a sheath, he had a darker red length of cock that was already hard and firm for her, an unformed knot begging attention with due promise at the base. His nuts were larger too, a little more than she could have expected, though she got to feel them up close and personal, his cock disappearing into her mouth in one stroke of his length.
“Mmmph!”
“Suck.”
One word, an easy command to follow. Her hands found his nuts, reverently cupping and cradling them, rubbing them softly, but her main focus was on the slick length of his shaft as her lips coated it in saliva. She moaned like a whore around him, seeing nothing but his cock, excited, her hips rocking back as if onto another invisible length right there and then. And, oh, how much she wanted it! Her folds dripped with her own arousal, no panties to be seen, though there was no recollection in her mind of taking them off. No, everything was as it should be as she hacked and gagged to take the very tip of his cock into the back of her throat, eyes watering from the strain of it all.
“Mmmmm…”
That would not be enough to stop her, a good slut, a bunny-slut, her eyes half-closed and his hand twisting into her hair, disrupting her hairdo. That would be the least of her concerns by the time the night was out, a hypnotised yet very much willing sex slave who may have been more than happy to go along with all that was proposed even if he had been upfront with her.
Some things, however, were more fun with a little secrecy at play. She took his cock into her throat like the pro slut she was, moaning loudly, grunting and groaning, trying to please him. That was all that mattered to her, the humiliation of it bypassing her attention, for she didn’t even know the strange fox-man in any way. Did it even matter?
No, of course not. Nothing like that mattered as she slavered over his cock, his fingers pinching her ears, dragging her face down on his dick again and again. He face-fucked her as if it was the last thing he would ever do, though the moment stretched out as he huffed and grunted. Todd may have cursed and swore under his breath, but she was too lusty to care, moaning around his meat as he hammered into her, gulping and murmuring wetly through his thrusts.
“Ah… Fuck…”
But it was coming as he dragged his dick out with difficulty, the bunny-slut leaning after him, moaning, her lips opening and closing as if she could not bear to be without his cock, tail lifted. Todd growled as he flipped her around, dropping to his knees behind her as he slammed into her doggystyle, no moment of a break between him shoving her down onto all fours and his dick grinding home. Her wet folds accepted his prick like they had fucked many times over before and she cried out breathlessly, breasts swinging and bouncing lightly within the costume. Sadly, the built-in brasserie and support there was not as much as a “gifted” rabbit like her needed.
She could not think, could barely breathe, his cock the only thing that she needed as he drummed his dick as deep into her as he could go. She was nothing more than a horny, mindless slut under his hypnosis spell, her inhibitions lowered, even though that was not all that different to the state that she usually was in. Not caring for who could hear her or not, she moaned out loud, head hanging and ears flopping loosely, rocking back onto his dick while his hand curled possessively around her shoulder.
“Stay still…”
Todd grunted but there was nowhere for her to go, her buttocks bouncing back against him, need overcoming her in all ways so that there was nothing else for her, nowhere to go, only the lust of being with him. Slamming into her again and again, his moans rolled over her as she climaxed on his cock, even if that was not the grand finale of all that he had in store for her. No, it was Todd’s orgasm that was key, leaving her whimpering for it even through the pulsing waves of her own ecstasy.
“Ah… P-p-please…” She begged, Vania not even sure whether the words she wanted were coming out of her lips. “H-h-harder… F-f-fuuuck meee!”
And he gave it to her, every drop she craved, gripping her shoulder, Vania howling out her delight as he gave a few more short, savage thrusts, rocking her forward over the carpet with every stroke that hit home. His seed flowed into her in time with a carnal grunt, the fox-man licking his lips, eyes gleaming in the dimness of the bedroom.
“There you go, slut…”
Yes… Vania trembled, whimpering, her head hanging. Her skin prickled with heat, sweat trickling down. Yes, she was a slut, just a slut, that was all she needed to be. And she needed to be that even more as his cum dripped from her, Todd jacking off to spend the last drops over her buttocks, marking her pussy with trickles of his cum.
That was not all of it as she felt herself standing, moaning out loud, her hands wanting to go between her legs, her pussy dripping with cum. It was wrong but it was right, following in his steps as he gripped her arm, leading her, so easily controlling her. In a sense, Vania knew and understood all that was happening to her but the lure of having that control stripped from her was oddly exciting too, her breasts in full view as they spilt headily over the top of the costume, nipples barely covered.
Heads turned and she gasped, though there was a part of her that both loved and hated the attention. She shouldn’t have been out there like that! The only saving grace as giggles and whispers spread, music turning down a few notches, hungry eyes latching onto her body, was that her friends were nowhere in sight. Hopefully, they had left, but there was no way still for Vania to confirm that.
At everyone’s mercy, her body and her mind were both up for the taking, panting and whimpering, her pussy slick with more than just a load of cum.
“Right, ladies and gentleman!”
Todd called everyone’s attention, Vania squirming in place, standing at the side of the room where the party was in full swing, her cheeks hot but her pussy hotter. She couldn’t stay still, hopping from one foot to the other as he turned her around, pushing her skirt back up to show off her bunny-tail, the smoothness of her arse and how her pussy already gleamed with a load of cum.
“I’ll take one-hundred for her pussy – sloppy seconds though, fair warning!”
Just like that, the money was flying, sexual favours lined up for her to deliver, servicing everyone, or so it seemed, in the room. Vania gasped, her body slammed back against the wall, her back pinned to it, legs up and around the waist of a man who groaned as he kissed her deeply. What he had paid for her had slipped her attention but that did not matter one bit as he freed his big prick for her, the meat of his cock slapping up between her thighs, pressing in on her soaked pussy for attention.
“Been waiting for a good slut to fuck…”
He was freshly shaved, wearing a suit and tie – but there was nothing proper about the man as he ground into her, using his body to pin her in place while they moaned in turn. The skirts of her maid outfit pushed up around her hips, baring everything to the room at large, and her buyer of the moment wasted no time at all in fucking her, hips working like a piston, intent only on seeding her full.
“Oh… Ohhh! Yes! Fuck meee! Ahhhh!”
She squealed, legs hitched up around his waist. Vania did not know what name to cry out and she would not have had breath to do so anyway, her pussy soaked and still squeezing down around his shaft. Her body wanted him more than even her mind did – and she was lust-crazed as it was. All Vania saw as she was pinned and fucked, bareback, was a crowd full of horny guys, anthros, men and more, all wanting to cram their dicks into her one way or another.
“Oooohhh… Yesss…”
She shivered, clinging to him as he hammered in, his cock a good fit for her pussy, though the load that had come before slickened the way for him some. Yes, yes, it was all she needed, all she yearned for, squealing with her toes curling as she tried to hump back against him. The man’s thrusts sped up and up and he could not be expected to hold back for a moment longer, not as he grunted thickly, heavily, the light curl of hair at his crotch grinding over her clit with every stroke.
“Yes, yes… More… Ohhh!”
They climaxed together, though that may have been a bit of the hypnosis at work, leading her to be more susceptible to such things. It twisted her mind, made her easier to manipulate, yet it was all within her wheelhouse, all something that, truly, she wanted to happen to her. They could not have known that, not truly, but she moaned out passionately for it, her arms around the man’s neck even as he lowered her slowly, loathe to leave the hot tightness of her cunny before his climax was done.
The last spurts of cum marked her pussy as he pulled out, for there were already others there who had paid for her services, a cluster of males surrounding her – a wolf, a man and a donkey-man with gorgeous ears and a ropey, swinging tail. They all had their cocks out in her face and she readily took the wolf’s shaft into her mouth, letting him ram into the back of her mouth while she jacked off the others. Her hands worked quickly, as if she was even more of a skilled slut than she already saw herself to be, whimpering and groaning, her pussy dripping with that second load of cum.
“Ohhhh!” She groaned around his cock, eyes rolling back in her head in delirious delight. “Mmmmph… Mmmm…”
“Look at her go!”
“Damn, how many times do you think she’ll get us off?”
“Definitely enough for a second round…”
They could only hope as her lewdly dripping pussy tried to hold on, even then, to every drop of cum that she had taken so far, moaning around a heady length of wolf-dick and craving more. Vania groaned, wanting her pleasure, her high, too but caught up in pleasing every dick that was presented to her. Her hands slid smoothly over their flesh, not caring whether they were cut or uncut, every cock a treat to behold as she leaned too eagerly into her public debasement.
Someone yanked her costume down, exposing her tits fully for a jet of cum from the donkey, his shaft the biggest of them all and braying through a groan as he spent himself. She could have used two hands on him, easily, to get his cock the pleasure it deserved, but there were too many there, all at once, to give him her sole focus. She only had to be the best that she could be, a good slut, moaning out loud, her lips parted to catch a load of the wolf’s cum, though it streamed over her face too even as the man with donkey ears and a smirk to die for splattered her tits. Everything about her was up for grabs, everything to be lusted for, and she took the final man, his thick length all that she knew of him, not even seeing his face clearly, into her mouth for a load of seed to pour straight down her throat.
It was ecstasy, even if she didn’t have a cock in her pussy, shoved onto her back, the skirts of her outfit floating up around her, the perfect Lolita maid serving everyone just as she should be. She was already losing track of how many orgasms she’d had, climax after climax zinging through her while a canine hooked her legs up around his hips, a tapered length of dick finding her pussy. Yet a dog with pricked ears, black and white markings – a husky, yes, he had to be such – didn’t pause in his thrusts as his red prick rocketed into her, tongue hanging out while he howled out his pleasure.
“Ah, fuck…” He groaned, tongue fluttering as he panted heavily. “She’s…still tight…”
“Mmmm,” she encouraged them, paws fluttering, wanting more, always more. “Mmph… Yeah, fuck me… Come on… I’m not too tight for all of you!”
But that did not seem as if it would be the case for long with so many taking her, the husky hammering in while she moaned and let her tongue push out too. Vania grasped a thick length as it pushed into her mouth from behind, her head upside-down but not caring one bit, as long as she got it where she belonged. A lion, yes, though his length was more human-like than the type with barbs on it, for which she was grateful, her hands thrown back over her head to hold onto him. He would not go anywhere, she would see to that, until she had a load of his cum straight down his throat, the big cat hissing and yowling as he hammered into her throat.
Vania shuddered bodily, her cunt so full and getting fuller, that knot of the husky’s inflating, though not all canines in the world had those, with how they were changing and evolving. Oh, she wanted it inside her, but she didn’t need it to experience the bliss of orgasm all over again, her throat bulging lusciously as she took the lion deep, hacking and gagging around him, all to please him. Her pussy clenched down, though the erratic twitches were not within her control, derived from the pulsing of orgasm alone, her body not hers to control.
No… No, that was for everyone else. She was merely there to facilitate them, to help them enjoy her, to take cock after cock.
The husky groaned, thrusting faster and faster, the knot swelling inside fully to lock them together as she howled. Her ears flopped back against the floor as a stream of cum poured down her throat, climax after climax overcoming her. Vania was not in her right mind, not in any way, as the husky fucked her harder than ever, letting out a strangled sounding, broken kind of howl that was still stronger than hers as he ejaculated. Thrusting deep, his hips slapped into her thighs as he pushed her legs back even further, forcing her to tighten her grip on him where she practically lay over his legs.
The knot throbbed with every pulse of cum and her head swam, though there was nowhere for her to go, the slut lost in the moment. There to please, there was little else Vania could do as the lion withdrew from her mouth, more money changing hands, and chuckled throatily, patting her head.
“Good thing he found you tonight, bunny.”
Whatever that meant she could not say as the husky pulled back, his thighs strong and stable while he crouched, the bunny in his lap. He had to lean back a little against the wall to hold her there, but the swollen knot kept them together while her head turned, at the best height to suck down dick after dick while he softened. He’d have to pull out before he was fully soft and deflated, of course, but that was all par for the course for such a scene, needing that lewd “pop” of his knot bursting from her in a deluge of cream for her body to get the use it deserved.
A man grabbed her ears, face-fucking her roughly and crudely, his crotch bare of all hair and perfectly smooth. She didn’t note his features, only moaned around his dick as he took her crudely, not caring for her pleasure. But that was just what she needed, all she craved, pushing her tongue wantonly up against the underside of his cock, striving, even then, to give him as much pleasure as she possibly could.
“Unff… Damn!”
Another load of cum was her reward for that, though he drew back so that she could not even take it down her throat, jerking off furiously as it splattered over her lips, her nose, a little landing in her mouth. Yet the bunny had another dick, a fox one again from a real anthro, not the fox-man who had started t all off, to please a moment later, her pussy full to bursting while the husky laughed and tweaked her nipples, delighting in teasing her while their bodies, lustfully so, were still locked together.
Alas, his knot popped from her too swiftly as the fox rammed in, holding her head all the way down as she blushed hard, gulping rapidly to take his cock and his load down her throat. Cum soaked her inner thighs but the husky set her down, leaving her for the wiles of someone else, for there were more than enough left at the part to take Vania twenty times over or more.
She shivered. Oh, god, she hoped so…
Shoved onto all fours, dripping with cum from her tits and her face, gasping, Vania grunted as a shaft, lubricated already, teased into her anal pucker. She had not been expecting it, but it was another way for her to be enjoyed. That was not a canine cock but something smooth and slick, something that easily powered into her, though she chanced a glance back to catch a glimpse of a cat-man with sharply pointed black ears grinning widely, his shirt undone and cock pushed out through the zip of his smarter jeans to take her.
She rocked back onto him as soon as she softened around his length, taking him more and more easily, a man with a hard length of meat for her to take grinding into her mouth. Vania whimpered around him, but he must have been on a hair-trigger already while her arse was pounded, rougher and rougher with every passing second, quickly ejaculating down her throat and swapping out for a studly horse anthro.
Oh, he would be the most lustful of them all, yet his dick was too big for her mouth, as much as she wanted to take him down her throat. That was just something she was going to have to deal with as his dick slapped her face lightly, using her as a living sex toy, her tongue lapping and slathering down the length with lewd little whimper after whimper.
All she needed was to be fucked, again and again, yes… Yes, that would be everything for her, everything she needed, forever. There no longer existed a world for her outside the walls of the party and those that she had come to know in there, her pussy hungry for more even as the feline-neko slammed into her, his cock the perfect size to give her a good ride and then some. But that was fine, all fine, as the equine only seemed to be warming up with his use of her lips and tongue, the rapid pounding of her arse coming to a head, balls slapping and bouncing off her backside. She cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, a hot blast of cum soaking her backdoor entrance for the first time that night, though it would, most certainly, not be the last.
A man set up under her, pulling her over him as if she was riding him, cock plunging into her pussy, the stallion to her back. Her arse would no longer be tight after he’d had his way with her and he spared her no inch as he shoved his dick into her backside, lifting her tail with his hand when it twitched back and forth too fervently for his liking. And yet Vania’s moans were sealed away behind another dick, Todd’s again, fucking her mouth to take her, still tart with the taste of her cunny lingering on his dick.
If she had been in any position to do so, she would have sighed happily, right where she wanted to be, despite not understanding quite how it had happened. Only later would the hypnosis be revealed to her, when she came out of it, teased by her friends and sent home safely with someone to look after her. A few drinks were nothing compared to the aftermath of being hypnotised, but it would prove to be a trade-off that Vania was more than happy to take time after time again, solely to get the high of being a slut, a public show accessible to her while her tits were out and bouncing, splattered with cum.
The stallion grunted, filling her backside with stroke after stroke of his cock, though those three would not be her last fuck of the night either, the slut still having more to service. She was eager to do so, to please, to be pleasing, moaning around Todd’s dick even as he patted her on the head and told her what a good bunny-slut she was. She shivered, the man grunting, clutching at her, dragging her down on his shaft even as he spent his load.
“You’ll get this whenever you want, Vania, I’ll make sure of it.”
She whimpered, looking up at him even while his seed spurted forth, wanting more, the stallion’s hot load flowing up under her tail, though his cock was so thick that not a drop escaped around it. Was that true? Could it be true? Would they always make her a slut on show whenever they wanted to use her?
Hypnosis, after all, opened more doors to a bunny-woman like Vania than it closed.
And more lusts lay ahead of her than she could ever have imagined.
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