#trans oc

today was a ball where his 'friends' would be visiting him, other people of the town coming to check in on his progress with you. you were considered a rogue and feral bunny who couldn't be tamed, and his parents were already teetering with the idea of taking you away and selling you back into the system. he didn't want that to happen, so he dressed you up as pretty as ever– suit pristine, bows gently tied to your ears, and he trained you as best as he could with the time that he had. and you messed it up, almost instantly and embarrassed the hell out of him. he never felt so angry in his life, he felt more angry than the time you kneed him right in the stomach when he first got you.

"hn..p-please.." you muttered, saliva puddling onto his wooden desk. his pacing seemed to pause, eyes twitching slightly. he walked closer, leaning onto the desk as nails tip tip tapped on the desks surface. "please?" he repeated, his hand hovering over your curved cheeks, then plopping down onto the cute little cotton tail that wiggled and wagged with arousal each time he striked you. "you..dare to beg me? beg me as you are leaking along my carpets?" his fingers ruffled at the fur of your tail, eyes gazing down towards his carpet.

your pre and slick were dripping and leaking all over his expensive made carpet, mixing together into a puddle of arousal. his fingers gently caressed downwards, the curling between cheeks where your hole just wouldn't stop producing. your eyes watered, mouth opening in a silent moan of pleasure as his long slender fingers massaged and thrusted inside of warm wet clenched walls. "ngh- o-oh! w–wait! fuck—" smack "watch your mouth." you knew better. you whined, ass swaying and pushing back against the tips of his middle and ring finger. "now, be so kind."

he didn't stop his pace, but his free hand dug though his drawers and pulled out glistening glass shaped in a knotted cock. he stood upright, hips bumping the drawer closed and only then had his fingers pulled out, and that pulled a strangled moan from your needy lips. "you'll tell me why you thought it was okay to utterly shame me that way," the first bump of the toy popped into your hole, a gush of slick running out of you, balls tightening with humiliation. goodness, what a mess you'd need to clean up.

you shook your head, eyes squeezing shut tightly. he clicked his tongue against the hood of his mouth, cooing with mocking patronization. "oh, don't be squash– use your big boy words now." his accent thickened as another bulged bump of glass thrusted inside of you. "no— no!" you didn't want to! you couldn't tell him like this, if at all. how could you speak when you were bent over this way, barely half the toy shoved inside your puckering dripping hole and the way his tone was changing like he wanted to pay you back. he'd get over this quickly, so why punish you?

"no? you know better than to deny me." he sneered, palm along the base of the toy and shoving it all inside at once. you gasped, eyes widening with pain and pleasure. he had to hold it there himself like it was an actual locked knot, pushing and pressing it as deep as ever so it could harshly prod the muscled of bundled nerves buried inside. "i could be here all day, i had the patience to make you wear clothes for once." your nose twitched, a whine and a sob choking out together. god, you hadn't even truly cum just yet.