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Parvati's Fortune

By Danath

Characters © Leo Archon

Written during Freebies Vol. 85: Mind Control Edition!

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"I'm sorry, sir, but you've reached the limit of your casino credit."

The human stared through the bars upon hearing the bad news, his face falling into a deep misery at the realization.

"According to our records, most of your credit was used over the past week on... hee hee... room service. You had some other table advances, and hmm... let's see..."

The playful tone of the words that followed the giggle more than made known exactly what kind of "room services" Maxwell ordered over the past week. Not to mention losing several nights in a row... leaving him flat broke.

Maxwell's eyes darted to the side where a member of the casino's security staff watched impassively, despite there being very little that's "passive" about an eight-foot-tall bunnygirl with a weightlifter's body staring a person down. He stuck to the curvier, softer bunnygirls throughout his week, like the one giggling and winking at him as she ran down the list of lustfully acquired charges. They were pleasant and warm and sexy and almost always ready with a quick blowjob or hurried hotel room fuck to get a bigger tip. The one behind the cashier's cage winked at him and pursed her lips, showing off the many layers of bright green lipstick on her plump muzzle. Maxwell was an expert at cleaning lipstick off his cock by this point.

As the rabbitgirl grinned and smiled at him coquettishly, Maxwell couldn't help but stare at the tight corset squeezing around her slender belly. The sleek, form-fitting lingerie was attached to fishnet stockings that ran down to a pair of high heels propping up her plump wide rump. The front ended in a bright green pouch made of a shiny, reflective material that hugged the large, prominent male bulge tucked away between her plump thighs. Above the smooth, narrow stomach, the corset propped up a pillowy set of bunnygirl boobs Maxwell could really imagine plunging his face into. He could even see half of each of the large pink nubs capping each of the bunnygirl's impressive orbs.

The human managed a weak grin at the other bunny girl behind the counter, his only solace in the moment and a needed distraction from the sharp, angular bulges of the security staff, like the one he was desperately trying to avoid the attention of right now. He'd heard the rumors, of course, but dismissed them as nonsense. Now, with his heart racing at the realization of just how much money he owed the casino, it was best to try to act natural. And natural, for Maxwell, meant flirting with the bunnygirls while impressing them with big wagers.

All around Maxwell, sirens blared and lights flashed. The lights were dimmed, somewhat, and smoke rose to the ceilings. Casino patrons bustled around, trying out different machines and table games, while the casino's unique staff served drinks and dealt cards.

The bunnies were everywhere. Though they came in a variety of fur patterns and colors, the basic recipe was a sleek and sultry pelt, a pair of breasts far too large for their frames, and, to top it off, a meaty bulge in the bottom of their costumes that made Maxwell flinch with lust and jealousy. He drooled over their firm legs and confident, sultry strutting. It was hard to stop once he'd got the taste, and boy, did he try to eat too much.

"Is there anything else I can... hmmmm... help you with, sir?"

The bunny's slender fingers slid down her belly and caressed the fat bulge between her thighs, while up top, she leaned over in order to squeeze her plump nipples together. Her lips parted and her tongue emerged, suggestively licking across the deep layers of bright green paint.

"Uh... no, no, thank you," Maxwell stammered. That was what got him into trouble in the first place. Though the way her perfume drifted up his nostrils made him almost reconsider.

No, not now. It was time to leave. And quick.

The beefy white-furred security rabbit on duty at the cashier's cage stared him down as he walked by with big, pale blue eyes. She was big, over seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and a large, heavy bosom. Her black uniform buttons strained as the black fabric pulled to the sides owing to the heft of her chest. The short sleeves on the black uniform shirt were forced even closer to her shoulders by the rabbit's enormous biceps and arms. Lower, a shiny black belt functioned more as decoration, as the big rabbit's wide hips and massive package kept the pants firmly and tightly in place. Her thick backside was pert, always at attention, while the tube of thick rabbit shaft outlined in the front ran down the right leg and towards the inside of her knee. She carried no weapons, only a small radio clipped to her shoulder. There was also a black hat with the word "SECURITY" in white across the front.

He was nearly past the enormously muscular rabbit when the guard grunted. Maxwell stopped and looked up at her meekly.

"Yes?"

Despite her muscles and size, the massive rabbit's fur was soft and smooth. Even as her biceps flexed and her body tensed, showing off the deep ridges of muscle coating her figure, her glossy fur shone with an inviting softness. The fat shaft inside of the too-tight pants twitched, and the rabbit's ears drooped forward as she leaned over.

"Just wanted to say... I'm looking forward to seeing you tonight. Heh..."

The rabbit's deep and sultry laugh made Maxwell recoil with a look of desperation.

"What's that mean? I haven't... I mean, I've gotta go!"

Maxwell averted his eyes and kept his head down as he rushed as quickly as he dared through the casino to his hotel room. If he could just get out, they'd never find him. He'd disappear. He never should have lied about his income when he applied for that casino credit... or when he invited all those cocktail rabbits to his room after winning the jackpot the first night, only to blow it all the next...

Hauling open the door to his bedroom, Maxwell came to a staggering stop just a foot or two inside. He recognized the Appaloosa sitting on one of the two chairs at the small, round table in the corner of the room. And she was the last person he wanted to be in the same room with at the moment.

The door swung closed behind him before he had a chance to turn around. When he stepped backwards, it was into the plush breasts and hard, steel-like abs of another giant security rabbit, this one with dark green eyes and a glossy white pelt that stood in stark contrast to the tight, tiny black security uniform squeezing around her enormously muscular figure..

"Ah, Mr. Maxwell," the horse in the chair said. The equine figure was plump, voluptuous, and mature. A classic beauty, she oozed confidence as she gestured with a wrist laden in fancy jewelry and fingers full of sparkling rings. "Please, have a seat."

Maxwell didn't really have a choice. The eight-foot-tall bunny behind him certainly wasn't going to let him walk out now.

As he walked to the table, he realized there was someone else in the room - another bunny, this one curvy and bouncy and friendly, with a permanent vacant grin plastered across her muzzle. The bright pink uniform could reach only partly up the undersides of her overgrown melons, basically hefting them up without covering a thing. The bare nipples bounced with every breath as she waited patiently at the foot of the bed across from the table. She held a silver tray with a small black box on it beneath her immense tits. The metal platter hovered a few inches above the not-quite-as-big-as-expected bulge in her one-piece. Maxwell almost grinned at this example of the law of equilibrium.

But this was no time to grin, despite the horse's pleasant expression and calm demeanor. When one was in a room with Parvati Phaedra, queen of the casino empire, one didn't "relax." One began to search vigorously for a window from which to throw themself.

Everyone knew who she was and how she built an entertainment colossus with global ambitions. Backed by significant financial and technological investments from SynTech, Parvati created the ultimate in resort luxury. Under her direction, casinos flourished, especially this one, the beating heart of Parvati's string of jewels. While each location had their own theme - Maxwell knew at least one was canine-centric and another focused on otters - this one was the most famous of all for its diverse array of well-hung, big chested honey-bunnies. Parvati started the practice of hiring them, setting off a sweeping frenzy of themed restaurants and the like for years, though none could compete with the glamor, luxury, and obedient staff of the mare's businesses.

"It seems, Mr. Maxwell, that you've maxed out your credit line. And mostly on our... special room services, it seems."

"Uh, well, you see, what happened is that I-"

The Appaloosa waved a hand dismissively. Her black pelt gleamed along her arms, which were bare. A scoop-neck dress clung suggestively along her chest, squeezing them together and putting a scandalous amount of cleavage on display. The cut-out also showed the splotches of white across her otherwise black hide.

"I know, I know, believe me. I've heard it all," the casino maven sighed. "Anyways, I've come up with a fun little diversion for these sorts of situations. It also happens to save a fortune on lawyers."

The bunnygirl in the pink uniform giggled and hopped forward, accompanied by an endless amount of jiggling as she laid the tray down on the table between the Appaloosa and the human.

"A simple game of blackjack. You win two of three hands, you leave with no debt and nothing but nice things to say about your stay at my little casino. If you don't... the house wins. Isn't that fair?"

The horse paused and snapped her fingers. The giggly bunny deposited a collection of pages with dense legal text printed across them. Her broad, pillowy chest squeezed against the side of Maxwell's head as he stared forward at Parvati.

The human swallowed hard and tried not to let his eyes wander.

"And if I refuse?"

The mare sighed dramatically.

"Lawsuits, Mr. Maxwell, the likes of which you've never before considered possible, an endless storm from which your little lifeboat will not escape."

The mare leaned back and crossed her left leg smoothly across her right, then tapped the table with a glossy, perfectly manicured hoof.

"It's all here. Sign at the bottom if you agree to this little wager."

Maxwell looked down at the paper. His hands were shaking. He couldn't understand a word of the complicated language being used - all those whereofs and thereuntofores and whitherbys were making his head spin. But she was giving him an out, and it was in blackjack - his best game. There was no way he could pay her back the amount owed, but maybe, just maybe, he could walk away from this after all.

A glimmer of hope was all Maxwell needed. He grabbed the pen off the table and flipped to the end without reading, then scrawled his name with a flourish.

"Excellent decision, Mr. Maxwell," the horse said, smiling more widely. After the bunny cleared the papers, she picked up the small black box and opened it, turning the pack of cards inside out into her hand. "By the way, there are no tricks, no schemes, no cheating for this game. I run a clean casino, as you probably know."

Maxwell swallowed hard. Sure, he'd been trying to card count, but he wasn't actually very good at it. And that jackpot on the first night was legit on his end, anyways.

The horse didn't say anything else as she shuffled the deck with lightning quick speed, riffling and flipping the cards expertly. When done, she presented the deck to Maxwell.

"You may shuffle as well if you don't trust me," Parvati said, in the sort of tone someone would use when suggesting it was possible to jump to the moon. Of course she could be trusted. She was the queen of the casino.

Maxwell simply cut the deck as was traditional and passed it back, then watched as his cards came out.

"Hit me."

The human tried not to visibly react, but his shoulders slumped when a ten landed, busting him. Fortunately, the second hand went better - a natural blackjack.

"One to one, Mr. Maxwell."

The human didn't say anything as he watched the cards land. First a 7 and then... a 4. Versus a 6 showing from the dealer.

"Double down."

"Pardon, Mr. Maxwell?"

"There must be something in the contract about it," Maxwell said, suddenly seized by greed as well as hope. "Can I double down?"

The horse's lips pursed slightly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Yes, you may."

"Then double down."

There was no long, strung-out standoff or delay. Parvati simply flipped the cards, laying a 2 across Maxwell's pile while adding a 5 and a 10 to her own.

"The house wins, Mr. Maxwell. That double down unfortunately did not pay off."

"Wait! What was in that contract? What do I have to d-hrrk!"

As Maxwell toppled from the chair and onto the floor, the Appaloosa stood up and stepped over him, narrowly missing the shivering human's body as it curled up into a fetal position. She snapped her fingers and the giggling bunny and the security rabbit both followed without question, leaving Maxwell alone in the hotel room.

"I'll be back for you later," Parvati said before the door closed. Over the top of the curvy mare's head, the massive security rabbit's eyes gleamed.

Maxwell groaned into the floor. A flushing heat coursed through his veins. He was having trouble thinking, and his breath kept catching in his throat as unusual sensations rippled through his body. He sprawled out on his back, gasping and grunting, as the internal temperature continued to rise until he was quivering with heat.

"Nnnggghh... what did... she... do to me?" he gasped.

His hand twitched. He turned his head to look, and his eyes opened wide. There was thick black fur growing in along the digits of his right hand. Silky, smooth, and definitely not human. Small, almost useless claws replaced his fingernails, growing beneath until the old ones fell away. He gasped again, and grasped at his chest with his other hand as palpitations swept through him.

The black fur crept along his arm. He wrapped his other hand around his elbow as if to block it, but the fur grew right in underneath - and spread to his other hand.

"No... no no no!" he shouted. "Not rabbit fur!"

Maxwell tried to get to his feet, but vertigo made him spin on his knees and topple forward onto all fours. His backside curled and the ten little black claws dug into the carpet as something wiggled beneath the belt of his black pants. He let out a high-pitched yelp and turned around, reaching back to try to drag the belt lower. When that didn't work, he reached to the front instead and unbuckled himself, then was able to finally slide them down with a sigh of relief that quickly changed into one of horror.

A perky, fluffy black bunny tail wiggled at the base of his spine.

"Nnnfffgghhh!"

Maxwell struggled to get up. He pushed as hard as he could, but his body was failing to react appropriately. The heat inside him blasted like a furnace and his muzzle dropped open - yes, a muzzle. A full-on rabbit mouth, big teeth and all, as he realized when he pushed his fingers against his lips. Both lips were fattened up, bigger than usual and moist, too. Another groan ran out of Maxwell's throat as he leaned forward onto his arms, trying to crawl to the phone.

How much time had passed since Parvati closed the door on him? Maybe he could call someone for help. They could stop... whatever this was. Make him normal again! Not some... rabbit! What time was it? Was it dark outside when he came in?

The awful realization of what must have been in the contract he signed swept through him. With the amount of money he owed, even if the bunnies were paid well - which he doubted - it would take... it would take... what was five times... what was she thinking about? What time was it?

Maxi's head bobbed. She moaned again, higher pitched than ever, as her cute little tail wiggled faster above the expanding width of her plump, juicy backside. It was a good thing she'd taken her pants down earlier because there was no way a fabulously plump rear end like hers could fit into a simple, unflattering pair of pants like that.

The black fur covered almost her entire body now, save for some splotchy beige and white spots on the sides of her hips and breasts. The rabbit's eyes closed as she felt the heat grow again, and from between her thighs, her thick pink cock poked through the black fur. It swelled from more than just arousal as her claws dragged over the carpet once again. A panting gasp erupted from her heaving chest and her tongue flopped across her fattening lower lip as hot, moist exhalations echoed around the silent room.

Phone forgotten, Maxi instead knelt, leaning back as both of her paws wrapped around her chest. Her nipples burned like someone was dripping hot wax on them. She pinched and rolled them, quaking with excitement as the growing mounds spread, fleshing out and filling up rounder and fuller with each gasping breath.

"Ooooh... ooooh, oooh! Ahhhh, mmmfffff!"

Maxi's grunts and groans turned into gasps and squeals as her thick cock bucked and bounced. A steady stream of pre-cum poured from the tip, splashing across the carpet between her thighs, as the big arousal got even bigger. Not even half hard, it drooped over somewhat as it stretched down her thighs towards her knees, where the waist of her pants was still wrapped around her legs. It was too big to get properly hard despite the raging lust in her, and flopped against her thighs and knees uselessly despite the thick pre-cum oozing from the crown. Her palms cupped her breasts, now far too large to fit properly inside her hands, and shuddered with lust as the plump, firm nipples filled her palms.

"AAAAaaahahhhiiiieee!"

A gush of wet trickled down the insides of Maxi's thighs. Her hips tensed and she rutted her backside into the air against nothing at all as the demanding heat inside grew hotter and hotter. She felt the urges and couldn't stop her body reacting to each pleasured little nuance. As she groped her fat, heavy breasts with one paw and stroked her heavy pink cock with the other, furiously masturbating herself as wave after wave of desperate need swept from her toes to the tips of her long, growing ears, the black furred bunny's eyes focused with a dazed, pleasured stare on the ceiling.

Escape? From what? Maxi loved being a bunny. Bunnies could feel good all the time! Her heavy cock smacked off her tits and splashed into the soggy carpet between her thighs rapidly, as fast as the beating of her heart inside her slender chest. Her belly twitched, sleek and narrow, as her waspish figure blossomed in a thick black coat of glossy - if somewhat damp - fur.

Thick white seed erupted from the floppy, half-hard pink stalk, covering the bunny's fur in streaks of white from her tits to her balls. She collapsed backwards, pants still wrapped around her knees while the scraps of her ruined shirt soaked up some of the seed beneath her. Again and again her fat rabbit cock pulsed, spraying her massive tits and furry pelt with thick drenching spurts of hot white seed despite never getting any harder than halfway, frustrating her to no end. Fingers dug into the flesh, stroking downwards as her hips pumped upwards, but her thick shaft just flopped off her hips and belly rather than standing hard and proud.

"Nnnfff!"

Her plump, round sac fueled a hose-like blast towards the end of her orgasm that left her hips aching and her need barely satisfied. As her own thick spooge dripped down the sides of her muzzle and her long ears, soaked in warm cum, the bunny's paws swept over her large chest, cupping and groping at her full, firm breasts. Her eyes flickered open, wide and blank and happy.

"Mmmffff... ooooh, that was fun!" Maxi gasped, grinning. "Let's do it again!"

When Parvati eventually returned, Maxi was still stroking her cock and fingering herself, desperately trying to sate that deep-seated need in her loins. There wasn't much else left to occupy her mind.

Parvati smirked as she watched a pair of cute bunnygirls clean up the newest member of her staff and put her in uniform. Maxi looked good in the fishnet stockings, the Appaloosa decided. Good for her. Maxi was one of her bustier employees now and would prove popular with more than just the customers, no doubt, especially once the supplements in the rabbit food kicked in. The casino owner smirked, then put on a serious face and snapped her fingers to get the attention of her bunny crew.

"Alright, you two, show the new girl the ropes and don't let her slack off, you hear?" the horse said, pointing at each of the busty bunnies in turn, before turning to point at the security guard behind her. "And you lot don't get to keep her all to yourself after her shift ends. You all gotta learn how to share, or I never hear about how the back office team never gets a chance at the rookies before security's claws are all over 'em. Sheesh."

"Hee hee! Hey, Miss Parvoti!" a familiar, though quite higher, voice chirped. "Wanna fuck? Hee hee hee! Mmmfff, I feel so good!"

"Good girl, maybe later, hmm? Just do as you're told and be nice to the customers," the horse said, turning to leave. She kept talking, mostly to herself. "What is that, like the fourth one this week? I'm absolutely swimming in rabbit sluts, each one bigger and dumber than the last! Not a single brain cell among them. I'm amazed they can remember a drink order, though with tits like that, I guess the customers don't mind... I swear, if security and the back office fight over this one too, I'm gonna lose it... more important things to do than manage the line for one bimbo's rump..."

The horse's muttering continued as she swept off down the corridor. She was mollified somewhat by the knowledge that despite how much money Maxi cost the casino, because of the foolish double down, the horny tramp would no doubt have the opportunity to earn it all back and then some. Maxi was going to be a very long-term employee.

Very, very long-term.

Some time later, Maxi hummed brightly as she pulled more bills from her cleavage. She wasn't really sure what all the numbers meant, and she didn't care. She just knew that there were a lot of them, and that meant she did good... she hoped. After putting all of them in the slot with her name above it - reading was hard, even when she tried, like, a lot - she strutted down the hallway towards her room, high heels clacking on the hard floor.

"Where ya goin'?" a sultry voice asked.

Maxi paused as she was waylaid by another bunny. The glossy black rabbit hemmed and hawwed, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to remember her coworker's name, but there were so many other bunnies... Christine? Robyn? Wait... her badge said Be-a-tri-ck. No, Beatriss. That's right, this was Beatrice! Maxi grinned.

"I'm heading to the dorm for a quick shower, then I might pick up a late shift," the rabbit said. Thick white cream coated her backside and there were tears in the seams of her uniforms from having been pulled to the side so many times over the course of her shift.

Instead, the dun-colored bunny steered Maxi away from the corridor leading to the rooms.

"But this shift's not over yet! We got one more job to do!"

Maxi followed Beatrice down a different hallway, and the two ended up outside a room marked "Barracks." Maxi blinked. "What's this place?"

Rather than answer directly, Beatrice simply opened the door, leading Maxi inside. The new bunny gasped as she got the answer to her question.

The casino's security staff was all gathered here, along with a good portion of the waitresses and other bunnies. Each of the amazonian security guards was naked, and almost each one had one of the curvier bunnies impaled on their massive cocks. A wave of musky bunnylove swept across Maxi, firing up the heat in her loins and causing her permanently half-hard cock to twitch in her tight uniform.

To her left, Maxi watched as a cute, pink-furred bunnygirl wailed and thrashed as a similarly pink bunny, but with about 200 pounds of extra muscle, bounced her up and down while growling and grunting at the vice-like grip. On her right, Maxi saw a blonde-furred busty rabbitgirl's belly bulge with a massive length of thick security pole. Strong fingers clenched the smaller rabbit's hips, dragging her back until the absolute last inch of the big rabbit's thickness disappeared into the smaller one's distended belly. The whole huge thing flexed and twitched before erupting, all of this in front of Maxi's wide eyes and drooling muzzle. Her hard nipples popped out of her corset again as she reached between her legs and squirmed with need. A dozen similar scenes played out around the "Barracks," though instead of beds there were slabs of bare, fluid-resistant dark gray foam. Wriggling busty bunnygirls moaned and cried out from within the soft mattresses as the much larger security rabbits barreled down on top of them, filling them again and again.

Maxi felt like she was remembering something important. The security guards were always off limits, or at least, they didn't put out like the rest of the rabbits. They were always stoic, disciplined, and boring at work. Maxi didn't even bother trying to fuck any of them because they weren't gonna tip her anyways.

"Hey, what's... mmffff... what's going on?" Maxi asked. "I thought we weren't supposed to-"

Beatrice, however, was already being shoved face first between the thighs of a large, chocolate- and strawberry-furred security rabbit. Powerful thighs clamped around the dun-colored bunnygirl's head, completely hiding her long ears from view, as the bulge of the security rabbit's arousal stretched her throat.

A powerful white-furred paw dug into Maxi's shoulder, spinning her around. Her muzzle, open in shock, was filled a moment later as a looming white shadow bore down on her. Something hard, wet, and warm prodded against her belly before rudely sliding into her cleavage. The tongue invading her plump lips pushed side to side, overwhelming her own.

Maxi sagged into the unexpected kiss, groaning and sucking as the tongue pushed deeper, filling her muzzle. Her fingers clutched at the hard biceps as her eyes cracked open. A field of fine white fur coating a heavy layer of powerful muscles appeared, and she wondered if she'd seen this particular security rabbit before. The nagging feeling was soon forgotten as a heavy, rigid, leaky pink maleness spread her breasts apart and bounced off her neck. The strong paws dragged her uniform clear of her shoulders, easily leaving the squirming black bunnygirl completely nude.

"Right on time," the big bunnyguard grunted after dragging her muzzle free. Maxi's jaw hung open, a dazed look on her face, as saliva beaded on her lipstick. "Front office can screw off - I've been looking forward to you all day!"

Maxi's eyes glossed over as she slammed off the white-furred muscle-bunny's hips a few minutes later. Her chest bounced as she squealed with lust. This was the best fuck yet - far better than any of the casino patrons so far. Too bad the security rabbits didn't tip. The black-furred rabbit's paws squeezed against the sides of her own heavy breasts, trying to hold herself together as the bigger rabbit tried to rip her right in half, sawing her insides with the fabulously thick, hard maleness.

A security camera in the corner captured the look of gleeful, sex-crazed lust on the rabbit's otherwise vacant face as she bounced harder, higher, faster, belly filling rapidly. From the other end of the security camera, Parvati glanced away from the paperwork stacked on her large desk and saw what was going on in the Barracks on one of the dozens of picture-in-picture screens showing every inch of her casino empire. The mare sighed and shook her head.

"Bunnies... sheesh, I knew I should have gone with ponies..."

The end