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My eyes fluttered open as Nystra moved out from behind me. I did not move after him, but instead just watched as he walked, enjoying the way his long ears moved with his legs. Although his movements were indeed masculine in nature, he was still extremely graceful, never wasting a motion as he strode across the living room and into the kitchen. The bunny stepped behind the wall, ending my view of his glorious backside.

I sighed, saddened by the turn of events. I squiggled my body back a bit into the warm spot he had left, wanting to feel as though he was still wrapped around me. I heard him shuffle around in his refrigerator and allowed my eyes to shut. I was secretly hoping he was making me some actual food since I hadn't eaten since this sex binge had started.

I must have drifted off against, for the next thing I knew my feet were being lifted and Nystra was sitting at the other end of the couch. I looked up at him, smiled big, and moved to prop my self up on my elbows. He reached out and stroked my leg gently, as if admiring its shape. He had always said that he admired me for my size and was almost jealous of it, so moments when he truly appreciated me like this meant a lot.

"Good to see you awake. I brought you some juice," he said with his face straight. I looked over at the coffee table and saw one of the dark blue glasses sitting in the middle. My ears dropped a little, disappointed in the lack of solid food. He would give it to me when he is ready, I thought.

"Thank you, master," I said, adding the 'master' since I was unsure if the game was still on. I figured safer was better than sorry. Although I don't know what could be worse then that three way. I took a sip of the juice, smiling up at him before taking a larger swig. I was trying to hide my disgust at the fact that I was eating without a shower. The tangy juice made me feel warm on the inside and I started to wonder if he had spiked it. What the purpose of getting me drunk would be, I had no idea. I was a good and obedient pet, right?

I finished the drink, not caring about the strange feeling that was spreading through my body. I was too thirsty to really care if there was alcohol in it or not. My eyes lingered to the bathroom time and time again, hoping that I could get the dried cum out of my fur. As I put down the cup I saw that gleam enter his eyes.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Nope, everything is just perfect, my pet," the bunny said. That glimmer was growing brighter and brighter, but somehow it seemed as though it was getting closer and closer. I took a quick glance at his nose and realized that the pink triangle seemed more at eye level then it normally did.

I turned my head and looked around the living room. The pictures on the wall, the table, even the floor; they were all different somehow. I stood up from the couch and realized that it was easier to get up then normal.

"Where are you going?" Nystra asked.

"To the bathroom," I said, not looking back. My mind was preoccupied with the world that seemed to be growing around me. I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me, stomach grumbling and bones aching. I lifted the toilet seat and did my business, flushing the toilet by just reaching my arm out and hitting the lever, something that I had not done in a while. I moved to look in the mirror, observing the suddenly larger world around me. I had certainly some how shrunk. Dried

cum began to flake off my skin and I peeled it off, pieces of fur coming with it. By the time I had gotten all the flakes off, I could only view the top of my head in the mirror and realized that I had to stand on the tip of my paws in order to turn on the faucet.

I thought back to the warm feelings the juice had given me. Rather than spiking it with alcohol, did he perhaps put a potion in it? I supposed it wouldn't be beyond him to do so. I sighed at my reduced stature and filth before turning to open the door. I headed back into the living room and noticed a very upset looking bunny.

"You will always address me as master," he said in a stern voice. He rarely used that voice with me, which meant I was in for trouble. My eyes drifted quickly to the coffee table, and instead of food, there was a pair of chastity shorts. My eyes quickly snapped back to Nystra, hoping that he hadn't noticed me sneaking a peak.

"Sit on the ground," he said.

"Yes master," my tiny voice replied. He had put me in my place and all I could do was hope to get back in his good graces.

I crouched down to the floor, realizing that getting there took much less time than usual. He didn't tell me what position to be in, so I just stayed on my knees. His back was to me, so I just sat. My stomach growled, wanting food other than cum after three days. I looked down at the floor, saddened by my height and the fact that how I was did not satisfy Nystra already.

"Put your legs out," he said as he turned back to me, leather shorts in hand. I rolled back to my rump and put my legs in the air. The sooner I went through this, the sooner I would be given a meal. I could hope.

The bunny began to slip the shorts onto me, the leather ruffling my fur. As the material came up to my thighs, the unfinished leather rubbed against my skin, making me wince. He stuffed all of my package into the pocket that was meant to keep me from growing aroused or being touched. The bunny lifted my hips up and forced the material up over my ass, my tail going through a specially designed hole.

"Stand," he commanded, pushing himself up from the floor.

I moved, highly uncomfortable in the constraints, and simply stood before him. He cinched the shorts tight against my waist, knotting the cords and putting a lock on it. Then, he bent down to my knees, something he typically didn't do, and pulled the cords tight around my thighs. The bunny seemed determine to let no one in. He tied a secure knot in those strings before looking up at me with a smirk.

"Now I would say we can go on our date."

"Yes, master. Should I open the door for you, master?" I asked, completely submitting myself to him.

He shook his head and reached back to the table once again. This time he had a collar and leash that he put around my neck. It was the same collar that he used when I was my normal size, so even with it hooked on the last notch it was still pretty loose. As it rubbed against me, my nose went into over time, picking up that it still smelled like the cum and sweat from a few days ago. He quickly stood up and began to walk, making me follow him. This time was much more pleasant as the absence of the spreader bar actually allowed me to move my legs.

He opened the front door and stepped out, his light brown fur catching and reflecting the sunlight. It blinded me at first and I lifted my paw to cover my eyes. As much as I loved Nystra's place, the lack of sunlight always threw me for a loop when we went outside. I slowly lifted my eyelids the pupils adjusted to the strong apparently mid-day sun.

"Mommy, why is that man being led around by a leash?" I heard a child ask. Its mother told it to hush and rushed along, making my ears lay down in embarrassment. The more my eyes grew accustomed to the sunlight, the more I saw other furs looking at Nystra and I with various stares. Disappointment. Disgust. Confusion. Anger. And with each face my body slouched lower and lower, as if already being three foot five inches wasn't enough. As he walked I imagine what these people not only thought of my leash and my size, but also the filth that covered my fur. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to face the world around me.

"On your paws and knees," he prompted me. I opened my eyes, unsure of where we had wound up and why I would be getting on my hands and knees.

Nystra had brought me to the back entrance of the local park. He turned to me and started expectantly. I slowly got to my knees and then bent over to my paws, the black leather going tight over my ass. The bunny smirked and began to lead me again, forcing me to follow him and further getting dirt all over me.

He then led me through the grass and I looked longingly at the path we were on. My tail brushed the ground and I could feel burs and sticks sticking to it. At least he walked me around the puddle of mud that was in our path.

On the other hand, then there were the bushes, that he could step over, but I had to crawl through. Being as short as I was right now, my head did not even go above the brush line. The tips of my ears got little cuts from the briars and leaves began to cover my back. Once I was out of the bushes, a clearing was there. Two other furs were there, each with a little brown bag. Nystra led me to the middle of them and I looked around, noticing that each of their cocks were fully erect.

"What took you so long!" the bear asked. He was black and a bit on the small side for a bear, but his prick was certainly not lacking.

"I was getting our table ready," Nystra replied with a familiarity in his voice that not most people received.

"And what a table he is," the other fur said. This one looked to be a sloth, his limbs long and lanky. His eyes seemed to drink my looks in and I suddenly realized why I had the chastity shorts on. I looked up at my master, trying to display my thanks for his thoughtfulness. He seemed to understand and gave me a wink.

"Now Ainoko," he said, crouching down to my level, "You will need to stay still and remain on all fours. We are going to have a picnic on your back. Any food that drops you may not pick up or lick off your fur or muzzle. If I catch you, there will be punishment at home."

I blinked, but before I could ask any questions, the bear and the sloth had sat down, putting their brown bags on me and pulling out their lunches. Nystra sat in front of me, his paw fondling his package right in front of me. His other paw reached over my head and grabbed a sandwich. As he played with himself and chewed on the meat and bread, crumbs fell before me, landing right under my nose. He leaned over my muzzle as he took a larger bite, a piece of lunch meat falling onto my nose. My stomach growled and I had to fight the instinct not to eat it up.

"Make him as messy as you would like boys."

My eyes drifted up and met his. I couldn't believe his comment.

"You've got him so well protected though," the bear said. I swallowed hard, trying not to imagine his huge cock being squeezed into my ass.

"There is still plenty of him there. As I said, he is mine," Nystra said, plopping a grape into his mouth.

"That is for sure," the other said. Seconds after he spoke I heard a soft squelching sounds coming from my side.

Mere moments after that, I heard the bear begin to murr with pleasure. Where they really masturbating in public? My eyes drifted up to look and Nystra, who was taking a drink of lemonade, hoping for some inkling as to what was going on. The bunny did not even acknowledge me though. His paw moved to his own throbbing cock and began to fondle it a little bit, putting the glass of lemonade down and picking up the sandwich again.

He leaned forward towards me, giving me a perfect view of the pre-cum dribbling out of his tip. His head above me, he began to start munching on the sandwich once again. This time, though, a large piece of meat and cheese fell onto my nose. Taking a chance that he had not noticed it, my tongue quickly swept up and brought the morsel into my mouth. I glanced back up, making sure that a paw was not coming my way, but instead saw him kissing the sloth. All three moaned even louder and Nystra put his sandwich on my head.

My eye darted around, making sure that others were not being brought to the area by the sound of the orgy happening around me. It was not so much about being ashamed about sex as much as it was being ashamed of how filthy I was. It seemed like there was no one else in the park and I let out a sigh of relief. I looked down, wanting to take this opportunity to snag some of this food that was littered around me while Nystra was preoccupied. Then I realized why he put the sandwich on my head. I sighed and noticed that even if I could lower my head without dropping the tasty food that was laying on top of it, there was no way I could dodge the member that was pretty much at the tip of my nose.

The bear and sloth moved a little closer to my front, and I saw the sloths long fingers wrapped around the bear's long and very wide cock. I don't know how the sloth could deal with the bear's cum oozing all over his hand, particularly as he munched on cookies.

Those cookies were what really caught my attention, though. My eyes followed each crumb down as it hit the ground. The sight would have been both more enjoyable and more torturous if I was still my normal height, but the amount of time I got to actually watch the crumbles fall was much shorter. I felt the drool in my mouth begin to seep out of my muzzle. I sucked in air real quick, hoping not to have the saliva fall onto the bunny's cock.

Nystra saw this as a different opportunity as he shoved his shaft into my mouth. He probably felt that this was plenty of lunch for me. What got worse was as he thrusted into me, bits of the lemonade splashed all over my face. It got in my eyes, making them sting and I blinked over and over again, wanting to get it out. I went to bring my paw up to my eyes, but was told not to do so in the form of Nystra's dick being shoved back against my throat. The more I did wrong, the more trouble this would be, I could tell.

The three around me continued to have a grand time, occasionally beating me with their varying sizes of cocks. My fur began to lump together from the sticky pre-cum and I could only imagine what a mess I looked. I was quite sure there were bits of food matted into the tufts of fur. The burs in my tail tugged and pulled at my skin ever time they got caught on a group of grass. All I could smell was Nystra and the food that was scattered around the floor.

"Ready to get messy?" the sloth said as he released his load onto the back of my head. His warm and thick seed ran down the back of my neck. I shivered at the feeling, mentally sticking my tongue out in disgust. It dripped down my shoulder and then across my elbow where my fur was thin. I squinted my eyes shut, concentrating on not shaking my arm to get it off.

That was hard to do considering that I still had my master slamming against my mouth, his balls slapping against the bottom of my chin. Over and over again he pummeled into me. My ears were assaulted by the moans of the bear, the sloth and Nystra, and it hurt to hear him moaning with others.

"Suck harder," Nystra said. I could see his paw at the top of my vision and then felt a small jolt of electricity through the middle of my shoulders. I yelped around his manhood before closing my muzzle tighter and sucking harder, drinking down his pre-cum as I went.

"Where do you want me at?" the bear asked. I guessed he was asking my master as to where to cum on me.

"His chest, if you could. Want to make sure he is good and covered," The bunny said in a low and moaning voice.

"And I will help you," said the sloth in a more seductive tone.

The bear's belly ran into my shoulder as he cried out in joy. His massive paws landed on my back and I began to be rocked back and forth. My eyes drifted over and I could see the outline of the sloth behind him, his thrusts against the bear resulting in a push on me. The bunny continued to fuck my mouth, not allowing the extra movement to bother him.

"Good table. You even are moving just like a table would if it were being fucked," the bunny said, running his paws through my hair and rubbing my ears.

The rubbing felt good, but it did not balance out the massive bear claws that were digging into my back. He grunted and moaned as he was fucked from the sloth and his claws tugged at my fur, pulling some of it out. My eyes squinted as he broke the skin and my muzzle clenched down around Nystra, careful not to bite him. The pain was searing as blood started to trickle and mix with the previously squirted cum.

"Harder! More! Ram into me!" the bear screamed, making me re-think the prospect of others discovering us.

His paws repositioned and dug in once again, his cock hitting my underbelly and occasionally striking one of my nipples. I was hoping to keep my front clean, but that seemed to not be allowed as it started to gather clumps of sticky stuff with food bits attached. I could see fur falling down to the ground as well, most of it mine, as I was jostled between the two sets of furs.

The bear roared into the sky as his cum covered my chest. I could tell he was angling his manhood so that he could aim at as much of me as possible. Even though he had released, the sloth did not stop his stroked for another few moments, his grunts growing louder and more frequent. Once he released, the rocking stopped and the bear fell off of me, stopping the rocking that was making me sick and dizzy.

"Ready for desert?" the bunny asked, removing his cock from my mouth. I wanted to eagerly say yes, but was quickly silenced.

Cum spewed onto my face, into my ears, and on the top of my head. He covered me in his seed, something that was not uncommon for us, but having his cum mix with the two others bothered me. What bothered me even more was the idea of having to, hopefully, walk home like this. I didn't want to be dirty and I certainly did not want to be dirty in public.

I shook my head, trying to stop the cum from going to war into my ears. The laughs of the three furs around me was distorted as my head moved and the liquid covered my ear canal. I felt the sandwich that was on my head start to fall off, but Nystra picked up first, cum dripping off of it.

"Well I guess this is no good."

He dropped it right in front of my face before stomping on it, squishing it into the ground. He knew that I was hungry enough that I would have eaten it, covered in cum or not. Putting it in the ground like that was just cruel, I thought as my stomach lurched at the wasted meal. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He didn't acknowledge me, though. My body slumped in disappointment at the fact that he just seemed more entranced by his friends then by me.

"Thanks for the good time, boys," he said, picking my leash back up.

"Anytime, though hopefully I can have more next time," the sloth said. He winked at me and I suddenly felt not only gross on the outside, but the inside, too.

Nystra tugged on the leash and I started to move, suddenly reminded of how tight the leather shorts clung to my body. The chaffed at my legs as I crawled after him, being drug once again through the bushes and weeds back home. I looked up in the sky and saw that it was only a little after mid-day. What else could he have planned for me today? I had no idea, but I hoped deep down that it would involve some cleaning.