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Heya all. New chapter of Undersourcing! Not much more to say. Less heavy story this time, more fun (Hopefully)! It was nice to really go wild on the kinky stuff again, haha. So, as always, I hope everyone enjoys!

(And I hope this is enough Belle and Bridget to keep Cat42 happy for now, haha)

Cockfighting idea also came from pigglesworth

Proofread by SkyWing

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Belle stared down at her own reflection, mildly distorted in a small puddle of water. The chubby beagle's expression was despondently vacant, periodically blinking as she gazed through herself. She was still wearing her work clothes, her round, curvaceous body and ample breasts snugly compressed by her fully-buttoned lab coat, an equally tight pair of black pants visible past where it ended by her knees. Her fur bore fairly typical markings for a beagle: light tan for her head and ears, white for her muzzle and a strip going up between her eyes, and a random mix of black, tan, and white splotches covering the rest of her body. A pair of thick, black, rectangular glasses sat near the end of her muzzle, right up against her round, wet, black nose. Her mid-length brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, while her large, floppy, trapezoidal ears poked through at uneven angles.

Normally, Belle loved the time immediately after work let out. Getting a nice meal at the mall, doing some people-watching, vicariously enjoying her peers make public use of their pets and other personal slaves. Or, if they didn't have any damned souls in their possession, simply paying to rent time with the bitchsuited mall employees in the midst of their basic janitorial tasks.

But there she sat, alone in the giant, sprawling food court, not another living creature to be seen, save for those same bitchsuited individuals shuffling about on all fours. Some were picking trash up with their mouths to deposit in specified receptacles, others were wearing face-mounted vacuum hoses to pick up smaller debris. A crocodile, totally encased in black latex, limbs sealed, bent at the elbows and knees, scooted by, sweeping the mop-like addition on the underside of his tail along the floor behind him.

Sighing, Belle lightly tapped the puddle, watching as her reflection rippled. Everything was perfectly fine when she had arrived at the food court, but immediately after sitting down with her sandwich and glass of water, there was some kind of horrific earthquake. It felt like the entire world was shaking apart down to the smallest atom. Some people fell over one another, others, managed to press against the wall or a doorway. Belle was relatively lucky, in that she had just found a seat alone at a table. Aside from half the water splashing out of the glass and a pickle slice vibrating out of her sandwich, she was no worse for wear.

Within seconds, the quaking ceased as quickly as it had begun, leaving the entire mall in a stunned, confused, absolutely terrified silence. All at once, nearly the entire population of the mall scrambled to their feet, rushing for the exits in a blind panic. Though Belle was tempted to flee alongside them, she chose to stay put, silently watching the evacuation while she ate. She didn't exactly have anything worth protecting back in her apartment. And though he'd more or less officially moved into his office full-time, she really, truly didn't want to risk running into her neighbor - and as of recently, boss - Dr. Marcus, if she could possibly avoid it. Besides, in a couple minutes, everyone would be right back where they belonged.

That was twenty minutes ago.

With another soft sigh, Belle pushed away from her table, stood up, and dropped her tray onto a nearby collection area, the resulting clatter echoing throughout the cavernous food court. She drew her hands in close to her chest, checking to make sure she hadn't made a spectacle of herself until remembering that she was alone. Mostly. Taking a step backward, she made room for a gimpsuited female rabbit - the only parts of her body not encased in black latex being her nose, a ring gag, and a pendulous pair of breasts - to dry off the table with a towel pinned to one of her mitted hands.

With nothing else left to do there, Belle left the rabbit to her work, deciding to stroll about the empty mall and see if there was something, ANYTHING, she could do to pass the time. Striding through the winding halls at a leisurely pace, passed by closed store after closed store. Though many appeared to be open at first glance, they had simply been left behind so quickly that they hadn't been properly shut down and locked up.

Rounding another corner into a new area, she stopped in her tracks, noticing a colorful, brand-new public display that seemed to show some signs of life. She approached the display, stopping at a short chain-link fence, peppered with numerous betting machines, encircling a large, empty, penned-in area. A tall stone arch, the top of which bore a flashing neon sign reading, "COCKFIGHTING", connected one side of the fence to its opposite. Attached to the center of the arch, a long, metal chain led down to leather cuffs locked on the wrists of a pair of dangling roosters.

The rooster on the left had an entirely white-feathered body with a gray-feathered head, while the one on the right's feathers were light-brown for most of the body, white for the belly, and dark-brown for the head. Their long, curved, green tailfeathers, orange beaks, scaly legs, red crests, and waddles were nearly identical. Both roosters also shared a similar, lightly muscled runner's build, though the brown rooster was a shade taller than his companion.

Suspended belly-to-belly, they were held together by a double-sided cock-gag stuffed down their throats, locked behind their heads, keeping the tips of their beaks pressed together. Down by their waists, they each wore what appeared to be snug latex thongs, the crotches of which were open, connected to each other by a three-inch-long tube consisting of several small, metal rings. Through the rears of those overly tight thongs, the bases of what had to be truly massive butt-plugs were clearly visible, stuffed up their tailholes. Lastly, each rooster's legs were splayed wide by spreader-bars attached to latex mitts encasing their feet, keeping their talons safely locked away.

Overwhelmed by curiosity, Belle stepped up to the nearest betting machine, taking a look at the screen. It seemed simple enough, insert some coins and pick one of the competitors. Taking a quick, nervous look over her shoulder, she fished into her coat pocket, pulling out a small handful of coins. She fed them in until a small chirp sounded out and the screen changed, showing a pair of pixelated roosters, one white, one brown, side by side, labeled 'P1' and 'P2'. Briefly thinking it over, showing a small smile, she pressed the screen over the white one. The screen updated, this time showing a countdown of sixty seconds, reading, "WAITING FOR ADDITIONAL BETS."

Waiting for the countdown to complete, Belle watched as the roosters struggled against one another, both eventually glaring in her direction, shouting gurgled gibberish through their gags. She blushed slightly from their gaze, shrinking back, keeping her eyes fixed on the ticking numbers, all the way to 3... 2... 1... The instant the timer hit zero, the trill of a buzzer shrieked out, echoing in every direction.

While Belle jumped in fright at the unexpected alarm, the roosters, knowing exactly what it signaled, began panicking, thrashing wildly in their bonds, squirming left and right, kicking at each other with their bound, splayed legs. Moments later, she could hear the sound of quiet humming as her betting machine updated to show 'INTENSITY: 1.'

The brown rooster groaned, bucking his hips, ramming the tube of metal rings against his companion's crotch. Despite his thrashing, at no point did the snug latex thong encasing his genitals - balls and all - budge in the least. As he clenched down on his vibrating plug, he bent his knees, bringing his legs up, and switched to a series of short, hard thrusts. The white rooster, meanwhile, made something more like a rumbling gurgle, stretching out completely, merely shuddering at the feeling.

Watching on in rapt attention, Belle was fascinated by the sight of the short cylinder of rings filling at both ends by a pair of pink, slowly-growing, tapered shafts. The instant they met at the middle, the roosters' eyes flew open and their panic intensified. Groans turned into frantic wails as the shared cage grew ever smaller, each swelling, avian prick jockeying against the other for the already scarce amount of space between them. The betting machine's screen updated to say 'INTENSITY: 2', causing the buzzing of the plugs to grow louder, and the struggling birds to fight even harder. This time, it was the white one's turn to hammer his hips against his unwelcome partner, desperate for more room as they competed for the ability to grow what little they could.

Up in the top right corner of her screen, Belle noticed an indicator showing what appeared to be a ruler with a bright green line just off center to the right. Her long, skinny tail wagged when she realized it meant her chosen competitor was winning, gaining ground into his opponent's area. She let out a small cheer of joy before covering her mouth and blushing, quietly going back to watching the fight.

Over the course of the next few minutes, step by step, the intensity steadily ratcheted up to 'INTENSITY: 9', while the roosters grew fiercer, more frantic, more desperate, and eventually more exhausted. The brown rooster never regained his footing, his dick shrinking back millimeter by millimeter against his opponent's erectile onslaught until finally running out of steam. Defeatedly hanging from his cuffs, he let out a quiet, gurgled whine as he grew softer and his opponent grew harder, pushing him back into his pouch, adding insult to injury by docking the tip inside him as well. If nothing else, he was thankful that the thin cage prevented the intruder from forcing its way in any further, though that did little to console him.

The white rooster, on the other hand, was in relative paradise, having a full four inches to expand for his eight-inch length. His eyes were rolling back into his head, feeling like he just needed a little more push along with the furiously vibrating plug in order to throw himself over the edge into a much-desired climax.

Suddenly, another screeching buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the bout. The butt-plugs fell silent, the white rooster screaming in pent-up fury, once again denied release while his opponent remained silent, hanging limply by his wrists.

Belle's tail was wagging at full tilt as a bunch of coins jingled down into a tray, her screen repeatedly flashing 'WINNER!!!'. She was a bit surprised when it updated to show 'CONTESTANT 2: THIRD LOSS IN A ROW. ENJOY YOUR GRAND PRIZE!' Before she could even finish reading, a hole opened up in the center of the pen, under the roosters, and they were both lowered into the darkness. She tilted her head, standing on her tiptoes to try and see what was going on. After a minute of waiting, she gave a small shrug, focusing on gathering her coins from the tray, scooping them up into her cupped hands. Just then, without warning, a hole opened up in the floor right next to her. She cried out in fright, throwing her arms up, showering the immediate area with her winnings.

A metallic whir echoed out of the hole as a platform rose up, stopping once it was flush with the floor. Upon the platform lay the brown rooster, removed from his opponent, now hogtied with a large, red ball-gag stuffing his beak. His thong had been removed, the shared cage having been replaced with a personal, solid metal one. It appeared the plug had been left in place, now fully visible beneath his bare tailfeathers. The rooster was utterly silent, staring nervously up at Belle.

Totally confused, Belle glanced back at the machine to see a new message. 'ENJOY YOUR NEW TOY! RETURN WITHIN 24HRS'. Mumbling something under her breath, she broke out into a full blush and took several steps backward. She turned around on her heel, breaking out into a rapid, shuffling gait, leaving both her 'prize' and her coins littering the floor behind her.

The rooster was just as confused as the beagle had been, though now that he had been left completely alone, he wasn't displeased by the chance to escape. Filled with a renewed energy, he pulled against the straps binding his limbs, wishing the mitts on his feet had been removed so he could use his talons again.

After what felt like an eternity of fruitless struggling in silence, he heard a shuffling from behind him. Looking back over his shoulder, he could see that one of the janitors - a scrawny rat, gender and fur obscured by the latex bitchsuit - had arrived to tidy up the mess. He could do little more than squirm as the rat bit down on the handle attached to his bindings, and - very gradually - dragged him to the lost and found to await pickup. Bound as he was, there was little he could do besides squirm in place, crowing his fruitless rage through his gag.

Once Belle got some distance away from her supposed prize, listening as his muffled cries faded into silence, she stopped to regain her bearings. She leaned back against the white-painted cinder-block wall, looking left and right, quickly recognizing it as the general area containing Mikey's toy shop, one of the few businesses she frequented. If nothing else, she could do a bit of the usual window shopping before heading home to wait for the next day to come.

The moment she took her first step toward her new destination, she came to another quick stop. All the water she'd been drinking recently was making its presence known, and before gawking at a lovely collection of strap-ons and other related objects, she'd have to stop at a restroom. Doing an exaggerated skip down the hallway, never more grateful to be alone, she kept her eyes open for a sign, ducking inside the first one she could find marked by a female cutout.

The restroom was brightly lit and, far more importantly, nice and clean, smelling faintly of lavender. There were a number of generic doored stalls down at the end, but she was far more interested in what was right at the front.

In a small alcove partitioned by a short, inch-high separator, a lioness and a vixen, each wearing little else but a chastity belt featuring a metal grate over their crotch, were kneeling at either side of a large drain. The tawny-furred, tomboyish lioness was nearly flat-chested showing just a faint hint of curves, while the scarlet, white-bellied vixen had noticeably larger C-cups. They were both bound and geared in an identical position, ankles strapped to their thighs, tailholes posted atop a thick, hollow butt-plug attached to the floor, arms held behind their backs in latex binders chained to the wall behind them. Most importantly, they both wore latex muzzles lock around their heads, with clear plastic tubes leading from their mouths to plunger-like cups held up by posts mounted in front of them. The instant the dog had run through the door, the pair of urinal slaves each began gesturing toward their companion with whatever movement they were allowed, jerking their heads, giving shifty glances, trying to get attention away from themselves.

With little time to spare, Belle gave each option a brief consideration and promptly made her decision. She was dimly aware of the vixen letting out a sigh of relief as she took her position in front of the hatefully cursing lioness. Tearing open her lab coat, she shimmied her pants and panties down to her knees, exposing her thick-lipped vagina, then grabbed the lioness's cup off its post. She barely managed get the curved cup sealed over her crotch, between her slightly spread legs, before she finally lost control, firing a powerful stream of piss straight into the tube.

The moan that escaped Belle's lips utterly drowned out the sound of a steady stream of pungent fluid striking plastic. Her legs bowed, nearly buckling beneath her, overwhelmed by the feeling of release. She grabbed hold of the cup's post, bracing herself as she waited for the flow to finally taper off.

Through it all, the lioness had nearly gone cross-eyed, her gaze fixated on the clear, yellow-tinged liquid pooling at the bottom-most point of the curved tube, unable to make it the rest of the way back up and into her muzzle. Trying to ignore the powerful aroma of dog piss flooding her senses, she shook her head side-to-side in a last-ditch effort to dislodge the tube. The vixen off to her side, meanwhile, averted her gaze, not wanting to watch any of it.

As her stream gradually ebbed, Belle's moan changed to a low, rumbling groan, and then to something akin to a high-pitched squeak. She immediately broke out into another blush, awkwardly biting her bottom lip, but was relieved to see that neither urinal slave seemed to notice. Moments later, once she was completely finished, the top level of the gathered liquid ended just before reaching the open entrance of her urinal's muzzle. Ignoring the lioness's quiet whimpering, Belle removed the cup from her crotch, placing it back on its post, then stepped over to the sink to wipe herself off and wash her hands.

Once the cup was returned, the post generated a droning, mechanical whir, automatically initiating its flushing procedure. Very slowly, it rose up out of the floor toward the ceiling, pulling the piss-filled tube taut, while also forcing the lioness's head to crane upward. She struggled once more, thrashing this way and that, failing to prevent the flow of salty, sickening liquid right into her mouth. Forced to gulp every ounce down, one after the other, she shuddered, pissing herself through the grate of her chastity belt, all over the tiled floor. She shifted uncomfortably, the fur of her knees getting soaked as the sprayed urine flowed toward the drain.

Showing a faint, satisfied smile, Belle finished drying the fur of her hands, her eyes fixating on the little show, up until the tube had been totally drained. Making the same whirring noise as before, the post lowered itself, returning to its starting position, letting the dazed, sputtering lioness lower her head. Quickly readjusting her pants and buttoning her lab coat, Belle wordlessly hurried back out before any muffled epithets or hateful glares could be sent her way.

After taking a moment to straighten her coat while standing outside restroom door, she reminded herself of where she had initially been heading before her little detour. Breaking into a casual, if somewhat self-conscious stride, she took the next right turn, a long straightaway, then a left, winding her way through the labyrinthine mall until arriving at her destination: Mikey's Toys. The owner, Robby, always had a wide, eclectic, revolving stock of sex toys, and Belle absolutely loved stopping by for the live demonstrations. Even closed, it was worth a look-see just to ogle the massive assortment of dildos and plugs hanging in the front window like bizarre salamis.

She approached the store, realizing as she grew closer that the gate was open... and the lights were on... and so was the OPEN sign!... and she could see Robby, that handsome - if short and scrawny - rabbit was visible through the window just past a rubbery fire hydrant!

Reclined in his chair, the rabbit stared lazily up at the ceiling, balancing a pencil upright atop his ring-pierced nose. His fur had a dalmatian-like pattern, bright, gleaming white covered all over with black splotches, with one especially large spot covering his right eye. A pair of long, floppy ears hung down through his unkempt, solid-black headfur, a glinting series of rings piercing the bottom halves of their rims. He was dressed simply, wearing a blank black t-shirt with black jean shorts. His long, four-toed footpaws were crossed at the ankles, resting on his counter, each one bearing a ring around the second toe. Holding his arms out to his sides, he was far too focused on his pencil to realize a beagle had just entered his store.

Belle waited patiently for a solid minute, shifting from foot to foot, over and over until, making a polite cough into her fist.

"Hm?" Robby grunted, turning his head - disinterestedly letting the pencil fall to the floor - to see a chubby, shyly waving dog standing a few feet away. "Oh, heya Belle. What're you doing here?" He asked, lazily blinking his half-lidded eyes.

"Nothing much... Just doing the usual weekly wandering around the mall..." Reaching behind her head, Belle scratched the back of her head, flicking her ponytail to the side. "...the completely, creepily empty mall..."

"Whatever that quake was, it sent everyone scattering, didn't it? I can understand, it was pretty fucking terrifying."

"...why didn't you? Run, I mean."

"We did." Robby gestured toward the back of his store. "I moved into an apartment in back full-time. Got it all renovated and everything. Aside from lacking windows, it's pretty nice." He dropped his feet to the floor and leaned toward the dog. "So how about you? Why didn't the quake send you running?"

"Oh!" Belle chirped, almost startled by the question. "Oh. Well... I guess I considered it... But my apartment barely feels like my home... There's nothing there. I'm always at work, and I absolutely wasn't going to run back to the labs... Staying put, alone in here just made the most sense."

"...Wow," Robby said, blinking repeatedly, slightly shaking his head, "That was... depressing." He slapped his hand on the counter, making Belle jump, then sat upright. "Enough of that, since you're here, I'm assuming you're interested in a show?"

"Yes, I think that would be nice," Belle said, nodding. Reaching into her pocket, her slight smile faded when she felt only a pair of coins. "Oh dear, I used all the money I had on me on that weird new machine with the roosters."

"The cockfighting ring? Lost your nut out there, huh? Yeah, it's been a huge draw since they put it in."

"No, I won, actually... I just... dropped my winnings and ran away when it spat a rooster out at me," Belle explained, nervously chuckling.

Robby raised an eyebrow. "Wait, wait, you left a whole bunch of cash AND a free toy just sitting out there?"

"...I guess so..."

"You're something else, Belle," the rabbit laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Here, I'll tell you what, I'll give you a show, and once I'm done, I'll go and take your 'prize' for myself. I'll even gather up your coins and have them waiting here for you. How's that sound?"

"You'd really do that for me?"

"Why not? You're a good customer, and free cock is free cock."

Bursting into a snickering giggle, Belle quickly covered her mouth, catching herself. "Sorry... Thank you, Robby."

"Anytime, Belly. So, what were you thinking?" Robby said, flicking his wrist toward the front wall with all of the newly stocked items.

"Oh my..." Belle mumbled, twiddling her thumbs as she looked everything over. "The... the balls on a string look pretty interesting. Maybe that one?" Eventually, she pointed at a toy consisting of a line of solid, black latex balls, ranging from baseball-sized at one end to cantaloupe-sized at the other, all connected by an inch-thick length of rope. A thick, pink, plastic ring dangled just below the largest ball, acting as a handle.

"No problem, they've been popular." Hopping out of his chair, Robby retrieved the heft set of anal-beads from their spot on the wall, heading for the corner of his shop with the eager beagle following close behind.

In the store's back corner, underneath a colorful sign reading "Mikey", there was a small penned-in area surrounded by a short, plastic fence. Inside the pen, a tan-furred bat was on his hands and knees, cowering against the back wall. A thick, black hood was locked on his head, fully encasing everything but his nose and ears. It even covered the clearly visible lump from the large ball-gag stuffed in his mouth. Aside from the hood, he wore only latex sheaths containing his little wings, metallic cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and one last glob of latex fully trapping his sheath and scrotum, acting as a chastity device. The bat's ears were swiveling madly, having heard the entirety of their conversation.

Slapping a button against the wall, Robby activated a powerful magnet under the floor, causing each of the bat's four metallic cuffs to be pulled to the middle of the pen. In a matter of seconds, Mikey was kneeling with his ass raised up in the air, his front half down low, chest, chin, and forearms flat on the floor. His ears were still swiveling as he squirmed, failing to budge the from his new position. A faint grumbling whine could be heard coming from under his hood.

With his partner ready and in position, the rabbit stepped over the fence, dipped the long chain of spheres into a convenient drum of lube, and knelt by his side. Smiling up at the red-faced, excitedly bouncing dog, he held the toy up by its handle and placed the smallest ball under the bat's pointed spade of a tail, directly against the puffy pucker nestled between his cheeks.

Mikey shot forward from the unwelcome, though completely expected coolness, clenching down as hard as possible, wishing to prevent any intrusion. Despite his efforts, he was no match for the increasingly powerful force the rabbit was applying to the slick orb. Before long, he bit down on his gag, groaning as he was steadily spread wider and wider, his tailhole eventually accepting the entire thing inside with a slurping pop. Once the ball was fully enveloped, his rim shrank back down, wrapping snugly around the thick rope now protruding from his ass.

Utterly enthralled, Belle slipped a hand into her coat, down the front of her pants, rubbing at her moistening pussy. Biting her lip, she let out a small squeal of pleasure.

"Y'know, Belle, you're welcome to do this yourself if you want. That's why he's here, I mean."

"...I know... I like watching you..."

"I'm not complaining, just feel free to take over yourself at any point."

"Mmhmm..."

Shrugging, Robby went back to work, sliding the short length of exposed rope inside, tickling the clenched rim, moving on to press the next ball in as well. Being markedly larger, it required more effort to make it past the bat's entrance, but Robby was nothing if not patient. As before, the increasing pressure gradually stretched the fleshy ring wide enough for the larger ball to pop inside, rapidly shrinking once more to hold everything inside.

Losing his wits from the painful intrusion, and even more painful humiliation, Mikey was screaming his head off, swearing, cursing, and pleading through his gag. To his observers, it was little more than a bunch of groveling whimpers. Far more interesting to them was his latex-clad crotch, pulsing and stretching as the tortuous pressure against his prostate forced his fat bat-cock to strain uselessly against its prison, unable to swell outside its sheath. Frustrated beyond reason, he clenched his toes and jerked his limbs, trying and failing to break the hold the magnets had on his cuffs.

The next two spheres went in with less resistance than the last, helped onward by the thorough stretching the bat's rectum had already received. With a pair of loud, sucking slurps, they joined the first two in filling his insides close to his limit. Once his rim was allowed to shrink once more, trapping the additional orbs in place, the bat was shaking, letting loose with a full-on muffled tirade through his gag.

Ignoring his pet's protests, Robby gave the final cantaloupe-sized ball a firm shove against his reddened rim. Silenced into faint whimpers, Mikey made a pair of fists to match his clenched toes. Still bucking his crotch forward, he braced himself while shamefully wishing he could have at the total least been allowed to get an erection out of the deal.

Surprisingly quickly, the massive, lube-soaked sphere's thickest part was forced past the well-stretched ring, joining its mates, leaving only a couple inches of rope and the handle remaining exposed. A deep gurgle escaped the bat's hood, which his observers could only imagine was holding back a full river of dazed drool. He was still subconsciously bucking his hips, not having been allowed the remotest kind of release from his ass being stuffed beyond reason.

"That's about it. If you were interested in buying one-" Robby said, stopping when he turned his head to face his customer. The dog was lost in the throes of passion, massaging her breasts through her lab coat with one hand, furiously rubbing her slit with the other. "Right. Guess I'll finish up, then." Placing one hand on the bat's right ass-cheek, Robby grasped the toy's dangling handle with the other. He firmly pulled on the handle while holding his pet steady, watching intently as the gripping ring slowly spread open as it followed the overly large object out.

Mikey scratched at the floor, renewing his whining protests. He let out a sharp, relieved gasp when the orb finally popped back out, only to promptly be reminded that he still had four to go. The rabbit's tight grip on his ass-cheek somehow made everything so much more humiliating, a firm reminder of his position as an owned pet.

One-by-one, the remaining balls were removed, each easily slipping past the bat's loosened, only tentatively gripping hole. Within moments, the rabbit was holding the freed, sloppily dripping string of balls, leaving an empty, gaping, vibrantly pink tailhole staring up at him. Reaching over the fence, he tossed the toy into a short, open bin, causing a pair of dings to sound out.

Immediately, a male black rat, crawled on all fours out from behind the store's counter, making a beeline for the discarded item. The rat had a similar latex hood and chastity shield to the bat, though his muzzle was gagged with an open metal ring rather than a ball. Lowering his head into the bin, he proceeded to lick the sloppy, musky toy clean, getting it ready to be placed back on the shelf.

"Alright then," Robby said, looking back over at the blissfully masturbating hound. "Not finished yet?"

Moaning through clenched teeth, Belle flashed a needy glance at the kneeling rabbit, then at the bat's greasy, wide-open tunnel. Noticing that her friend was smirking, observing as she aggressively played with herself, she turned to the side, fixing her eyes on the floor. She shook her head several times, bucking her hips as she progressed to fingering her needy pussy, keeping the bat's ass in the corner of her vision.

"Want me to keep going?"

"...yeeeeaaa - hnn - aaaah..."

"Ok. Got myself worked up pretty good anyway," Robby said, squeezing a poorly concealed bulge in his shorts. Unbuckling his belt, he yanked them down to his knees, releasing a black, foot-long, beer-can-thick, mildly tapered shaft. Already fully erect, he crawled up to his pet upright on his knees, slipping his legs out of his discarded shorts along the way. Once he got close enough to the presented backside, he simply held his arms out and fell forward, catching himself with either hand next to one of the bat's shoulders. Taking advantage of the overly-prepared tailhole, he instantly had well over half of his length speared between the flexing cheeks.

His ass filled once more, Mikey outright squealed from the abrupt penetration, jerking about uselessly, flapping his restrained wings, wanting nothing more than to kick out at his tormentor despite being held fast to the floor. Much though he wanted to, he couldn't even shake off the solid, rubbery prison painfully trapping his cock.

Rising up, entirely on his hands and footpaws, Robby gave a quick crack of his neck, steadied himself, then proceeded to thrust his hips, pounding his pet's ass raw. He initially followed a slow, internal bass rhythm playing in his head, ignoring the muffled curses and gurgling squeals from down below. Nodding his head, he gradually increased his speed and force, soon sheathing his entire cock to the root with every hump, repeatedly slapping his heavy nutsack against the bat's smooth, visibly-bulging chastity shield.

Belle stumbled over to the wall, leaning on her shoulder, making a series of delighted chirps as she admired the show from a new angle, thumbing her clit, working her fingers in and out of her pussy at a blurring pace.

Raising his rear even higher, going up on his tip-toes, Robby began a series of short, rapid, downward thrusts deep into the bat's upturned ass. He kept his breathing calm, his expression neutral, focusing on the rhythmic slapping of furred flesh impacting furred flesh. His ears betrayed his true thoughts, twitching wildly, jingling his piercings as he worked himself closer to what was guaranteed to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

All too quickly, after several minutes of unceasing humping, his testicles drew in close and he blew right past his peak. Fully losing his composure, he howled with raw pleasure, thrusting into the bat's warm, snug tunnel right up to his root. He thumped his right foot repetitively against the floor, his body propped up entirely by his fingers and the toes of his other foot. Trembling, he gave one final buck of his hips, sending a flood of warm, oozing cum straight up the inviting tailpipe.

Feeling the unpleasant, almost sickening sensation of another male gushing like a firehose, coating his insides in spunk, Mikey could only fold his ears back in defeat. He fell utterly silent for several minutes, groaning and whining once more when he felt the firm grip of the rabbit's hands gripping his ass-cheeks. Much though he was loathe to admit it, the single worst part was the pulsing dull ache wracking his crotch, forcing him to realize he'd gladly take a thousand more cocks for ten seconds of jacking off.

Pushing against the bat's rear as he stood, Robby pulled inch after inch of his sloppy, cum-covered shaft free from the vice-like grip of the tunnel unintentionally working to hold it in. As with the anal beads, his size was enough to cause the fleshy rim to follow it along, revealing a yawning cavern of cum once the tip finally popped back out. Once he was standing fully upright, he held his arms up, giving an extended, full-body stretch. He hummed with satisfaction, letting his gooey, white-stained fuckmeat throb shamelessly out in the open.

The moment Belle observed a small glob of cum gathered at the tip of the rabbit's cock, moments later dripping down, splashing into gaping anus down below, she finally lost all remaining self-control. Biting her lower lip, her hand moving faster than she knew she could, she began bucking her hips. For her efforts, she was soon rewarded with an explosive orgasm, utterly drenching her panties with multiple spurts of juicy femcum. Barely propped up by her shoulder against the wall, she fell to her knees, a high-pitched sigh of joy escaping her lips.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Robby said, smirking at the tired dog. Glancing down at his sloppy meat, he turned around to see the rat on the other side of the fence, having just finished cleaning the discarded toy. He bent down, grabbing the rat by the scruff and under his waist, and lifted him over the fence, dropping him in the pen.

For the brief amount of time he was higher than the top of the fence, the collar locking the rat's hood could be heard emitting several painful electrical shocks. The rat's entire body twitched and spasmed until he was mercifully dropped beside his coworker, of a sort. He twitched his nose, smelling the pool of spent cum that was the bat's ass, mere inches away. A hand roughly grabbed the back of his head, feeding a pungent, gooey length past his gag, down his throat.

"Suck," was the only command Robby gave. As demanded, the rodent drew in the most powerful breath he could, sucking his owner dry as the shaft was drawn out of his waiting mouth. By the time Robby was free of pet's muzzle, all the mess that had been left on the slightly softened cock had been successfully cleaned off.

The rat tried to give an experimental gulp, but before he could, the rabbit grabbed his scruff once more, pulling him behind the bat.

"Suck," Robby repeated, holding the rat's open gag to the rim of Mikey's tailhole, getting him cleaned out and ready for later. Stepping over the fence, he helped his shrinking pride and joy into its sheath and headed for the door. He stopped just before the exit, looking down towards the panting beagle sitting against the wall. "I'm going to go grab my cock and your money, watch the shop, would you?"

Mumbling incoherently, Belle nodded, and Robby hopped out, down the hall to get his new toy. She pulled her hand out of her panties, which were drenched to the point of being see-through, and stared at her equally soaked fingers. Giving herself an experimental lick, she smirked, approving of her own taste. She turned to watch the rat sucking down a full meal of deposited cum, content to lick herself dry as she waited for her friend to return.

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A short time later, after Robby had returned, dragging his squirming and squawking temporary pet behind him, he handed over a large handful of coins and bid the beagle farewell. With a polite nod, the horny rabbit hefted the rooster into the pen, dropping him belly down on the bat's back, then did the same with the rat, stacking all three in a hot, writhing pile. He adjusted them so their asses were perfectly aligned, promptly fishing his girthy, throbbing member back out to hot-dog all three of them at once.

While she had been more than tempted to stay and watch another free show, Belle decided it was time to call it a day. She'd had her fun. There was nothing left but to return home and wait for the next day to come.

Still, given her soaked crotch, she made a point to stop back in the same bathroom she had just recently used and fix herself up a bit. Both the vixen and lioness shied away as she ran through the door, neither one wanting to get her attention for a repeat performance. Belle barely noticed, far too preoccupied grabbing handfuls of wipes, desperately drying her pants and panties. She kept going until things were reasonably clean to the point of being unnoticeable, even if there was no one around to notice.

Staring at her tired, somewhat disheveled reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands, she let out a small sigh. She shook her hands dry and straightened out a few hairs that had come loose from her ponytail, turning slightly to the side to avoid the gaze of her own tired eyes. Finishing her grooming by buckling her belt, she shuffled back outside and made her way to the entrance of the mall, walking outside to find herself staring at a beautiful sunset.

She stopped for a moment just to admire the vibrant colors, showing a hint of a smile, when she heard voices from nearby, on the other side of a decorative hedge. Feeling a slight bit of curiosity, she silently crept up to the hedge, taking a look through a thin spot to see who it was.

"...alright, looks like the paperwork's all sorted out," said a familiar weasel, whom Belle quickly recognized as Milo's assistant, Bridget.

Though she appeared to be doing business, the buxom mustelid was dressed casually, wearing a loose t-shirt and blue shorts, a thin pair of reading glasses perched on her muzzle. Sitting at the edge of a wooden cart, she idly kicked her dangling sneaker-clad feet as she looked over a stack of papers.

Sitting off to her side, a slinky black cat in a flowing red dress sat with her hands on her knees. She was positively beaming, showing a sharp-toothed Cheshire grin, nodding along to the weasel's words. Between them, a nude, collared skunk was curled up, hugging his own tail and napping. At the other end of the cart, there was a large, metal, cage-like device with a large-breasted, equally large-testicled, chastity-caged otter suspended within by the joints of his forcibly bent limbs.

"You'll be getting lot 9327 for your new ice cream shop," the weasel continued. "It's just past the new cockfighting display, you can't miss it. There're plenty of contractors available you can hire to get things set up, and the farm should have a few milkers ready for you by the time you need them." She handed the papers over to the cat. "Sign at the bottom and you'll be all set."

"Awesome!" The cat exclaimed. Taking a pen additionally offered by the weasel, she scribbled her name onto the paper and handed both back. "Is that everything? Can we go see my lot?"

"Well... You should go check it out. I'm afraid I have a bit of extra business to attend to," Bridget replied, turning her head directly at the spot from where the beagle was spying on them. If the startled hound hadn't known any better, she could have sworn the weasel was looking right at her. "But first, to celebrate our arrangement, why don't we have a little fun?" Flicking the sleeping skunk's nose, waking him from his slumber, Bridget asked, "What do you say, Berry? Want to help Frances celebrate her new purchase?"

The skunk immediately perked up, crawling onto all fours, his tail raised high, his cage and swollen balls drooping heavily between his thighs. Smiling ear to ear, he gave Bridget an enthusiastic nod and turned around, enticingly wiggling his butt-plug-stuffed rump.

"When you put it like that, how could I say no?" Frances said, sending another volley of giggles into her hand. "How do you want to-"

"You take his head, I get his rear," the lithe weasel interrupted. "Berry, position three."

The skunk lit up with pure joy, promptly rolling onto his striped back, his arms pulled up to his chest in a begging posture, his legs held straight up in the air, spread slightly apart. Wiggling his toes with anticipation, he kept his eyes shut tight, eagerly waiting for the fun to begin. His big, bushy tail was flat against the wooden cart bed, wagging left and right, smacking repeatedly into his mistress' rump. The glinting, silver cage between his legs was visibly twitching on its own, already showing a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

"Wow! Bridge, would you look at that!" Francis crawled fully onto the cart, standing up to get a good look at the obedient mephit. "I can't believe you trained him yourself! Where did you find the time?"

"Long story." Grinning, Bridget chuckled to herself. "Besides, this is exactly what he always needed, isn't it?" She crawled onto the cart, reaching over to give her pet's messy headfur a playful scritch, getting a warm, loving purr in return.

"Luckyyyyyy." Frances said, admiring the skunk's curvy, black-furred body.

"Indeed. Go ahead and do whatever you want to his face. I'll be using this." Bridget reached into a nearby blue bag, digging through its contents until pulling out a foot-long, three-inch thick strap-on. Rolling onto her back next to her pet, she raised her legs, pulling off her shorts and boxers, swiftly replacing them with her well-used substitute cock. She bit her lip, sighing as she pressed the internal peg into her folds, buckling the waist strap once it was fully settled, locking everything securely into place. Rolling back onto her knees, her new rubbery appendage bobbing obscenely in front of her, she grabbed the base of the skunk's plug and began to tug it loose.

With little difficulty, the plug popped out, leaving behind a greasy, gaping cavern of a tailhole, only partially hidden behind a set of impressively large testicles. Cupping her hand, Bridget easily inserted her hand inside his rear up to the thumb, bringing it back out with a large deposit of previously spent cum and lube. She smeared the mixture onto her strap-on as she shuffled between her pet's legs, and once the toy was fully greased, leaned forward, hugging onto both of his shins. Bending his rear up, just off the wooden platform, she guided her shaft under the heavily, dangling nutsack. With a powerful thrust of her hips, she embedded most of its length deep between his cheeks.

Berry threw his head back, howling with delight at the welcome penetration before clapping his hands over his mouth. Taking several deep breaths, he calmed himself, getting back under control. He began massaging his nipples, crook a finger up at the thoroughly amused feline, directing her, begging her to make use of his muzzle.

Hitching the hem of her dress up above her thighs, Frances happily complied, straddling his shoulders, kneeling over his chest, and sitting on his face, planting her tailhole directly atop his nose. As soon as the hot, musky star made contact, her impromptu chair took an appreciative huff of her intoxicating aroma. Softly cooing, the skunk craned promptly lapped at her rim, teasingly pushing his broad tongue against her waiting pucker. Giving a pleased hum, Frances hooked a pair of fingers into her pussy, rubbing along her clit, rolling her hips, pressing back against the probing appendage.

While her friend got busy up top, Bridget pulled her shaft most of the way out, leaving only the tip inside the clenching hole. Licking her lips, she thrust back in, just a little harder than the first time, getting even deeper inside, setting a good, initially slow pace for her fucking. She hugged the skunk's legs closer, squeezing her t-shirt-covered breasts between them as she pounded his ass with an ever-increasing enthusiasm.

At the other end of the cart, watching all this going on a mere few feet away, the suspended otter was going mad with frustration. He jerked forward against the chains holding him off the platform, doing little to harm the solidly metallic bars forming the outline of the rectangular prism. The only effect he had at all was causing his hormonally enhanced, suction-cup-covered breasts to sway back and forth, matching the swaying of his equally enhanced testicles. The metal dome encasing his sheath was palpably throbbing as he shuddered, sending another tortuous spurt of pent up pre-cum straight through a tube into his gagged mouth. He mumbled something no one else heard, resigning himself to his fate, forced to watch the show before him without getting to participate, or getting any sort of release whatsoever.

Belle was in a similar state, stuck kneeling back on the other side of the hedge. She was utterly fixated on the threesome, propping herself up with one hand, busying the other down the front of her pants, alternating between fingering her slit and rolling her clit. Biting her lip, she successfully kept herself from making any significant amount of noise, save for the gentle wind blown by her wagging tail. Somehow, the remaining dampness from her earlier session with Robby was only turning her on even more.

Frances made a surprised yip of pleasure, feeling the skunk's tongue finally break through her defenses, spearing several inches past her rim. At the same time, he brought both hands up, blindly, though no less skillfully massaging her glistening pussy. Trusting the skunk to do his work unassisted, she held onto the cart's side panel, keeping herself from interfering any further. A short spasm of raw pleasure caused her to jerk her whole body forward. Wanting much, much more of that, she immediately sat down again, coaxing him to continue.

Keeping a stoic, utterly unfazed expression, Bridget continued to move faster and faster, slapping her thighs mercilessly into her pet's ass-cheeks. It had taken her only a few thrusts to hilt the entirety of her toy cock inside of him given his genuinely impressive skill, not to mention plenty of practice. And every time they made contact, the toy stuffing her pussy was driven in a little deeper, working her closer to a peak of her own.

Berry's cage was oozing pre all the way down, past his balls, onto the strap-on relentlessly thrusting it right into his own tailhole, and he couldn't possibly be happier. Splaying his toes, he doubled down on tongue-fucking the feline's nice, warm hole, testing if he could feel himself through her walls when he inserted all four fingers into her slit. Overjoyed by the full reaming his ass was receiving, he brought his tail up, stroking the underside of his mistress' tail as best he could.

The simple tickles from the skunk's tail were impossibly effective, giving Bridget the last big shove she needed to hit her own climax. Switching to repeated short hammering thrusts, she pounded her pet's cheeks until they were visibly reddened, letting out a high-pitched, delighted moan as she did. The inside of strap-on grew soaking wet, adding a slight squish to the slapping sounds they made together. She kept it going as long as she was able, slowing down to a stop once she faded into a warm, pleasant afterglow. Not letting go of her skunk's legs, she sat back against the heels of her sneakers and sighed.

Frances followed not long after, brought to a shuddering orgasm from being massaged all through her insides on both sides. She clenched down on the skunk's tongue, holding him in place as she came, bucking her hips, sending multiple long, messy squirts of femcum splattering onto his chest, staining his nice, white chest fur. Once she was sure she was done, she shakily dismounted, rolling over onto her back, her head landing right by the skunk's dampened hand. Without thinking, she dreamily lapped her own juices off his fingers.

Berry, as always, was satisfied to let both women do whatever they wanted. Smiling warmly, he closed his eyes, enjoying an afterglow of a sort, his cage running over with pre. The nearby otter was feeling the exact opposite, still swaying from his chains, shuddering as he was forced to gulp down another volley from his own river of pre-cum.

Barely managing to stifle a squeal, Belle masturbated herself to completion as well, completely ruining the work she had recently done to dry her panties. When all was said and done, her hand, pants, and panties were drenched, even more so than the first time. Taking her hand out, drying it on her coat, she peeked through the hedge, waiting for some indication she could sneak by and head home.

"Belle, come here, please," the weasel said, dreamily looking in her direction.

Belle totally froze, replying, "Who? Me?" purely out of confused reflex.

"Saying 'Who, me?' really only makes sense if I hadn't already said your name. Yes, Belle, you."

"...How did you know I was watching?"

"I don't know, venturing a guess, the fact that the scent marking your panties could be detected from heaven may have given away your position."

"...Oh..."

"Kidding. But seriously, you've been watching us through a hedge, not a one-way mirror. If you can see me, I can see you. Incidentally, you do put on a lovely show." Bridget chuckled warmly, watching the dog break out into a vivid blush, covering her mouth with her dry hand. "In any case, for some time now, I've been meaning to track you down so we could have a chat. Please, come over and join us."

"Oh, okay..." Belle mumbled, slowly rising to her feet, taking care to straighten out her clothes. She held her hands in close, twiddling her thumbs as she walked around the hedge, up to the cart. From her new vantage point, she could now see the butt-plug-stuffed back end of a deer, hitched to the front of the cart. The deer was on his knees, chest on the ground, rear up in the air, presumably resting after pulling the whole thing along behind him. Approaching the politely smiling weasel, she shied away, staring at the grass off to their side.

"You don't have to be so tightly wound around me, Belle. I won't bite."

"Okay..." Shifting slightly, she glanced up at the weasel's face. Strangely, something about the brown-furred creature helped to put her at ease. "Wait... you said my name... you know... me?"

"Please, I know everyone. Of course I know the new second-in-command of R&D. Congratulations on that, by the way."

"I... thank you, but I'm a glorified assistant. I just got the position because Mar... Doctor Marcus likes messing with me."

"Yes, I've heard he can be a bit over-the-top. Or, better put, a complete dick."

Belle shot out a loud, snorting laugh before managing to catch herself, her blush only deepening. "So... why did you want to talk to me? Am I being fired?"

"What? No!" Bridget said, shaking her head. "Why would... No, I wanted to talk because I think you're extremely important. Perhaps vital to our future."

"Me? How could I-" Belle began to say, jumping with fright when the dozing feline opened her mouth, doing her best impression of a rusty chainsaw. "Eh heheh. Heh..." She scratched the side of her muzzle, shaking her head. "How could I possibly be important?"

"Call it a hunch." Bridget shrugged. "I've long since had a theory, since we were all created, that Milo - purely without intending to - put far more of himself into a select few of us, making them into something far more than simple constructs. Personal avatars, of a sort.

Her nervousness giving way to skepticism, Belle smirked. "And you think I'm one of these avatars? Really? Me? I'm nothing special... I'm just... nothing..."

"And thinking that way doesn't mark you as unique around here?"

Belle paused, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, it does. Maybe it's the shyness, the timidity, the lack of self-confidence, or simply his overpowering fear, but if I'm right, you're directly connected to our creator in a way few others are. Were you to learn how to overcome those flaws, it might just help him do the same. This is all speculation, of course." Seeing the beagle staring vacantly back at her, Bridget continued. "Right now, he is scratching at something important, and if there's any hope for us to get through it all intact, we need to do whatever little we can to help get stronger. That quake earlier was just a prelude of what's to come."

"Oh my..." Belle mumbled, holding a hand to her forehead. She was beginning to look somewhat faint, swaying side to side as she processed the weasel's words.

"It's a lot to take in, I know. Here, have a seat," Bridget said, patting the edge of the cart at her side.

In a mild daze, Belle turned around, plopping her full weight down on the creaking wooden platform.

"I may not be able to help him directly, but I CAN help you." Bridget placed a reassuring hand on the beagle's shoulder, giving it a quick pat. "Worst case scenario, you get out of work for a few days, and I can punch Marcus square in the balls if he tries to give you shit." The beagle let out another snorting laugh, not bothering to stop herself that time. "So, what do you say? Interested in having a mentor?"

"I think... I think that would be nice," Belle said, turning to shake the weasel's cum and lube smeared hand with her own, still drenched in her juices. They both shared a friendly laugh, for the moment looking forward to what their new partnership might bring.