Eccitaze woke with a groan as bright lights hit his eyes, daggers of pain stabbing into his consciousness. Wavering unsteadily, the rabbit felt his back and legs unpeel from something sticky. He twisted his hips to look behind him, rolled his shoulders, and promptly lost his balance, falling forward onto all fours as the fact he was standing upright caught up with his sleep-addled brain. The sudden jolt made his head throb, the daggers turning into a smothering pillow. His tongue felt like it was coated with cotton, and his stomach churned uncomfortably, gurgling and groaning in protest.


"Well now, that's a familiar position. Already raring to be shared out again, bunbun?"


The voice was smooth, filled with laughter, a rich baritone that soothed his aching head.Taze lifted his eyes to find the source of the voice, but the lights made him wince, and he groaned with renewed pain. He tried to move his limbs, but he felt like his body was tied down with lead weights. Wincing, he finally managed to roll onto his side. Looking up again with bleary eyes, trying to hold his nausea in check, he found himself staring into a beautiful set of golden eyes framed by a ferret’s face. At first the rabbit couldn't place him, but then memories started floating out of the haze.


He had gone clubbing and met the ferret on the dance floor, and had been entranced by his beauty. He had a black furred body, with his ferret face-mask and shoulder length hair dyed a vibrant metallic maroon. He'd been dressed in a skin-tight latex bodysuit that left almost nothing to the imagination,  his lithe form commanding the dance floor all night. Eccitaze hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off him, and the ferret had happily returned the favor. The rabbit had tried to play it cool, dancing with his friends, drinking sensibly, trying to pace himself, but all night the ferret had been there, eyes lingering on him in the gloom of the club. Their presence had kept his instincts twitching, a nearly-invisible itch on the edge of the senses that left him feeling like he was being hunted. Before he knew it, he’d drunk more than he should’ve, and as his senses dulled the itch turned into an electrifying thrill. By the end of the night, he'd stripped out of his top and waltzed bare chested onto the dance floor, drunk and carefree as he strutted his stuff for those amber eyes.


After one drunken and desperate trip to the loo, he'd found himself alone in the corridor behind the DJ’s stand. The ferret had been there, leaning against the wall, waiting, amber eyes hooded, lithe, latex clad body glistening under the harsh fluorescent bulbs. He'd made an offer, fangs on show as he smiled, and without a pause the drunken rabbit had accepted the latex collar he'd been offered.


Groaning, Taze tried to sit up, fighting down the bile rising in his throat. His head spun, and he had to work his jaw to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. Slumping sideways, he raised a hand to his neck and felt the slick latex collar clinging to his throat. "Oh, fuck me… What the hell did I get up to last night?"


The ferret moved closer, his scent thick and acidic on the air, musk and desire shooting straight through Taze's sinuses. Even in the middle of the worst hangover of his life, the scent made his pulse quicken and sheath thicken. His companion didn't answer, but just licked his lips hungrily, amber eyes glowing. As Taze groaned and cradled his head in his paws to ward off the headache, more memories rose out of the fog. They'd left the club and gone… somewhere. Upstairs, outside… Eccitaze wasn't sure, he’d been too busy ogling the ferret’s latex-clad ass and stealing gropes when he saw the opportunity. There had been... movement, a key turning in a locked door, and then a room. This room.


He remembered that it had been warm, warm enough to leave him sweating even though he’d just the cold winter night moments before. The ferret had stripped him of everything. His clothes, his wallet, his phone, all his possessions had been taken away, discarded in some unseen corner of the room. Only the collar remained, but he'd been too drunk to care. He was too horny to care as he was guided to his knees, and offered a pipe, imbibed something spicy and warm that got him hard, made him needy, clouded his senses. He’d been left panting with lust on his knees, legs spread, baring his throbbing shaft to the world, barely aware of the world outside the blood surging through his groin… but not so unaware that he didn’t notice the other furs surrounding him. There had been a weasel-rabbit hybrid with red fur, several brightly coloured lizards, a short and chubby pangolin and mole, and many others that were too blurry to make out.He remembered that they were all naked, they were all horny, and he’d been unable to resist the urge to reach out and take a cock in each hand, sending a chuckle rumbling through the crowd. And then the ferret had pressed him down onto all fours, and his night began. 


He was shared out between them all, a communal rabbit slut for everyone to enjoy. He remembered that the weasel hybrid had been the first to spread his rump with his shaft, had been the first to turn Taze into a moaning wreck. They’d all used him, and he let them, he wanted them to. He’d asked for this, and those amber eyes watched as he was given everything he’d asked for. He’d begged to be treated like this, and the latex clad ferret was fulfilling every perverted wish  he’d dreamt of in the darkest recesses of his perverted mind. Sometimes they took him on all fours, and other times he was on his back as one of them rode his cock--male, female, occasionally someone with both. He remembered that the pangolin and mole loved to spitroast him together, their thrusts always in sync with one another, their orgasms nearly always simultaneous. His muzzle was rarely left free however, there was always a cock ready to shove itself into his throat, a pair of hands spreading a rump in invitation, needy lips ready to kiss him and wrestle with their tongues as a pair of hips behind him drove a shaft deeper into his ass.


He’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d taken, countless cocks throbbing as they spent themselves inside of him, over him, down his throat, through his hair, coating his ears, soaking his tail, painting the black fur on his belly white with cum. He’d never orgasmed himself though, even though his shaft was soaked with pre that flowed like a fountain, and even though his heavy balls had been teased, stroked, sucked and squeezed, Eccitaze never once got to cum. In the smoke and heat, he had been passed from person to person, to a group of horny furs that put him on his knees and took turns shoving themselves into his maw before stroking themselves off onto him in unison, to a trio of horny furs that had pulled him onto one’s lap while the others guided his hands to their shafts, and then passed back again to start all over again. The whole time the ferret had watched, amber eyes gleaming in the dimly-lit room, latex clad body always there just at the edge of his sight. Eccitaze had lost track of how long he’d been at the mercy of the group. Had it been hours? Days? How long had it been since he’d last consumed anything other than the seed from a cock in his throat, tasted anything other than sweat, musk, warm flesh, and cum? He remembered as the orgy died down he could sense them watching, whispering indistinguishable nothings, and then the ferret had loomed over him, a hand had wrapped about his heavy, needy nuts. Fingers had gripped, claws had teased and then the ferret squeezed and darkness claimed him.


Now he was here in the darkness, throat parched, tongue dry, head pounding, and the ferret still watched him, smirking quietly as Taze tried to pull himself back together.


“What… the fuck did you do to me…” he managed to groan, a hand sliding down his stomach, feeling through the matted fur to squeeze his thick, engorged, leaking cock. Somehow, even though Eccitaze felt like death warmed over, the memories had left him hard, embarrassment only adding to his desire, the need to be treated like that again overtaking his hangover, and more importantly, the throbbing desire to orgasm flooding his mind.


“I gave you what you wanted,” the ferret murmured. “A night of being used, publicly… that ends with an orgasm like none other, given as I please…”

“Wha…” Taze tried to ask, but suddenly the ferret was behind him, a hand gripping both his ears, pulling his head back. As Taze’s throat was left exposed, he felt claws prick his windpipe, and then the dark ferret was atop him, laying against his body. His hips shifted, and the rabbit’s eyes bulged as a cock thicker than any of the others he’d taken earlier slid up under his tail and spread him easily, seed leaking out from his well-used tailhole with a squelch.


His throbbing headache seemed to fade as powerful, lithe hips drove that cock home, pushing forward until they met his rump. Teeth clamped firmly on the back of his neck, fangs pricked the skin on either side of his spine, and all his thoughts collapsed into simple fight or flight instinct. Breath labouring, body arched forward on all fours, Eccitaze was a rabbit wholly lost in the throws of ecstasy. The hindbrain insisted death was imminent, the fangs a constant reminder that all it would take was a shake from the ferret’s head, claws squeezing around his throat, shattering his spine, and he would be done for.


The spike of adrenaline from his base instincts screaming at him met the curdling pleasure racing up his spine from his rump and groin as the ferret’s hips smacked against his ass with a steady rhythm of “plap! plap! plap!” and exploded somewhere just below his heart in a rush of need. The ferret released his ears and throat, hands slid down to grip his arms, slender, strong limbs flexed, hips pounding ferret meat into his ass, and as the ferret ground himself into Eccitaze they rolled over.


On his back, body arched, fangs buried against his neck the ferret held him, hips working the shaft back and forth as Eccitaze was reduced to a whining, squirming, moaning mass of need. His tailhole, stretched to its limits by the ferret’s shaft, clenched and spasmed around that cock as his own throbbed and twitched against his navel in time. There was an urgency to the ferret’s driving hips, a night of nervous energy spent watching desire pent up from restraining themselves from taking part in the gang-banging of the bunny spilt out and spiralled up into Eccitaze! His teeth bit harder, his breathing grew ragged, the thrusting of his hips grew erratic, and then with a deep growl suitable to a beast twice the ferret’s size, he buried himself as deep within Eccitaze as he could, and warm slick fluid jetted into Taze’s rump, the ferret’s balls tightening against his pelvis as he released himself deep within the bunny. Letting out a whimper that turned into a moan and gradually raised in pitch until it became a squeal, Eccitaze felt his own shaft suddenly give out, his cock pulsing with  a thick stream of his own seed that soared three feet straight into the air before it came down and splattered all over his chin and filled his mouth, and then another stream arced through the air to paint his throat, before the next covered his chest. Each pulsing, hard jet erupted from his cock in a stream that a horse would have been proud of, each spurt lasting for several seconds that felt to him like no time had passed at all! He never wanted it to stop, his body felt so alive, so invigorated and flooded with relief as his cock shot spray after spray of bunny cum all across his body.


The ferret was stiff, his limbs locked, jaw sealed tight about Taze’s neck, his own cock flooding him until cum squelched back out around the tight seal of slender weasel shaft and the poor bunny’s belly bulged with the size of the load filling him. For a minute or more they lay there, both of them expelling their seed and revelling in their shared orgasm, until with a long, shuddering sigh the ferret relaxed and released the bunny’s neck.


A single, remaining spurt of cum oozed out of Eccitaze’s cock as the ferret rolled them onto their sides, and with a shuddering breath the bunny felt clear, clean air slide down into his lungs.


“Fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck…” Taze moaned, “That was…. Th… That was…. I don’t know what that was…”


“That,” the ferret purred in one of his long ears, “Was a night of being used, followed by an orgasm like you shall never experience again… and now, our deal is done.” Teeth playfully nipped his ear and the cock still buried in him twitched. “All that remains now is for you to fulfill your end of the bargain.”


“Wh… Wait, what?” Taze struggled to raise himself up on his elbows, eyes bleary as he struggled not to pass out from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He still felt high, or drunk,  his body was sticky with cum, and his brow furrowed as he struggled to remember what had been said last night. “What bargain…?”


“You agreed to play a game, remember? It’s the only Game that really, truly matters, in fact…” the ferret laughed softly, a low, wicked chuckle. “From here, you have to fight for your survival, for your freedom.”


“What the…” Taze tried to twist around, alarm overtaking exhaustion, but he couldn’t get a good look at the ferret, he was still balls deep in his rump, his warm body pressed against Taze’s sticky, bedraggled form.


“The fuck are you talking about? Fight for my survival? There’s no fucking way I’m playing some twisted game… you drugged me… or something!”


The ferret laughed, and without warning pulled out of Taze’s rump, ferret seed gushing out of his tailhole. “Why would I bother to drug you when you did an excellent job of it yourself…? I merely made an offer that you would’ve been too embarrassed to agree to otherwise,” he swayed to his feet and Taze rolled onto his back.


Looming above him, cock leaking seed, the ferret didn’t seem sexy at all, he was terrifying, a form of darkness, glowing amber eyes, and a footpaw tipped with cruel-looking claws pressed into the rabbit’s chest, claws flexing against his bobbing throat.


“Last chance, my dear. Will you play the game and fulfill your end of the bargain?”


“Fuck… off,” Eccitaze growled, his teeth bared in a snarl of rage. “You think you can drug me, take advantage of me, let a bunch of strangers fuck me, then force me into your fucking blood sport for your twisted pleasure? Eat shit, you tube-fucking, slinky-ass motherfucker, and get your goddamn foot off of me or I’m calling the cops!”


“Oh, you mortals never cease to amuse me,” the ferret laughed, and for the first time Eccitaze saw a hint of horns curling out on either side of his head. “I will say it once more. I did not drug you, and everything you did last night was the deepest, darkest, most hidden desire of your heart. Regardless, you cannot back out now. Our bargain is sealed, and you have already given your consent. I gave you what you wanted, and it is time to fulfill your obligations. ”


“I don’t think you understand, so I’ll say it again,” Eccitaze growled through clenched teeth, trying his best to ignore the claws pressed against his throat. “Fuck. You.”


“...Very well, then. If you will not participate willingly, then you lose before you even begin.” The ferret stepped back suddenly, and the floor gave out beneath Taze. He screamed as he slid down into the darkness, body plummeting down a slope he could neither see nor grip, a frictionless surface whisking Taze away into the darkness. The ferret’s cruel laughter followed him, mocking his defiance, and the faint light of his amber eyes faded away into the gloom as he plunged deeper into the darkness.