Wisper Dabble - Night Shift
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"You can't do this! Put me down you jerk!" Said the hare, dressed in a security guard outfit.
"Hush already, you lost the bet, so you got a new assignment," said his partner, a tall black bear who carried the small hare over his shoulder, using one arm to keep him from running around.
Both of them headed for a desk in the lobby of an apartment complex. With night set in at 9 pm and subtle music playing from the ceiling speakers, it felt like a long, calm night was ahead.
"You do this, and I'll tell the boss, he'll straighten you out," he smirked, folding his arms.
"Good, I'll get a bonus. This is allowed and we bet the whole shift," the bear smiled despite looking sleepy.
The hare's eyes widened at that. "Wait seriously?! Wha... why didn't you tell me?!" He yelped as the bear shoved him into the open spot under the table and pulled up a chair. "Wait!"
"Here we go," the bear said as he sat down, scooted forward, and locked the hare into the tight space. He rested a thick paw pad right on the hare's crotch and pushed the other in his face, pinning the hare down to the ground due to the weight.
"Gggmrmrph! Yrrou ffrrkin frrat arrse! Grrret mrre ourrrta hrreer!" Cried the hare.
The bear leaned back in his chair, examined the perimeter, scanned over the monitors, and gave a large comfortable sigh. He flexed and wiggled his toes all over his new footrest.
The hare could barely move and use his arms. He grabbed the foot on his face and yanked it off. "Screw this!" he said as he tried to crawl out. The bear swung his chair around slowly, lifted his foot, grabbed the hare's face with his soles, dragged him back into the gap, then shoved some toes into his mouth. "Ggrmgph! Ffrmfmrph! Nrrrufrrffff!!!" Screamed the muffled furball.
The bear leaned forward and turned on a computer game next to the surveillance videos. "I don't know why I bother helping you get a job if you're not going to take it seriously. First, you're trying to room with me for free, won't get a job, and I have to deal with the landlord just to get the rent cut in half. You don't know how lucky you are. Heck, if we weren't childhood friend, I'd kick you off into the streets."
The hare pulled the foot out his mouth and spat. "Yeah well, friends always look out for, and take care of their fri- OMPH!" The toes flew right back in and swished around in his jaws.
"Oh, shut up. Don't pull that cheesy line on me. My feet could use some soaking right about now." The hare didn't understand that as he continued fidgeting under the table. The bear pulled out a bottle of water from the desk drawer and opened it. He took his foot out and started marching, grinding, kneading, and twisting the hare effortlessly into a ball of dough.
The hare screamed until he was muffled by his own body, flailing around and squirming helplessly. He felt his body take on the shape of a large bowl, his mouth wide open and his tongue resting at the bottom. He couldn't move and could only see the walls of his prison. The bear poured water into his large mouth, rested his feet inside, and sighed happily, messing with the Hare's tongue throughout the entire shift.