Chapter 1: A Coffin, A Car Ride, A Condom

Rory


    When I opened my eyes, they were greeted with an inky darkness. The air I breathed was warm and thin, and my body felt cramped and awkwardly stuck. I tried sitting up, but my muzzle bumped into a plush fabric.

    _Am I in a coffin? That fucking rabbit!_

    I tried pushing as hard as I could on what I perceived to be the lid, but I couldn't get enough leverage to open the damned casket. I stopped struggling for a moment when I heard shoveling near me.

    _Fuck, fuck, fuck. They are going to fucking bury me._

    My paws traveled to the where the breast pocket of my suit should’ve been, but I was greeted with only my fur.

    _I am naked, in a coffin, about to be buried alive. Wonderful._

    Things don’t usually end up like this for me. Normally, I just get my target into the bedroom, and while they sleep I snoop around for some intel. This time I must have gotten too drunk, or mistakenly gave up my cover. 


_Earlier that night_


    I had just gotten the briefing an hour before this benefit gala or whatever nonsense charity laundering these O’Hares were doing. Our goal was simple: gather intel about them - strengths, weaknesses, dislikes, and desires. I prided myself on the last. The target was the son, Emmett O’Hare. His parents were toy moguls who seemingly had hands in most everything else, but liked to keep that tidbit on the down-low.  They preferred the world to see them as the rich little bunnies who gave money and toys to orphanages, instead of the hulking mega monopoly vying for world power.

    The gala was in a hotel they owned, decked out roof to floor with silk covered tables, champagne, and a full service bar. The soft hum of piano music reverberated through the shimmering gold room. Everything looked expensive. All the guests were dressed in formal black tie and extravagant evening dresses, including the small cubs from the orphanage the O’Hares were sponsoring. I was even wearing the finest suit at my disposal, a wine bottle green tuxedo, but I felt extremely underdressed for the occasion.

    _If these rabbits had spent half of what they used on this party on those cubs, they wouldn’t look like their last meal had been a month ago._

    I could feel my fur prick in disgust. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted my target. He was wearing a burgundy suit, hunched over a drink he was nursing. His fur was whiter than fresh fallen snow, which was only broken by the delicate pink of his nose. I walked over to the bar, ordered a whiskey sour, and slid onto the barstool next to evil bunny junior. 

    “So, can I get you another drink?” I asked, waiving over the bartender. I noticed his glass was empty, but he didn’t bother to raise his eyes to meet mine, just began to speak.

    “Rory Renard, sporting goods entrepreneur by day and bleeding heart by...oh all the time, pardon me,” he chuckled sardonically. He finally looked up with a shit-eating grin and offered his paw out to me. I took it and shook it harder than I intended, but he showed no sign of pain. “So what can I do you for, foxy?” he said, hungrily eyeing the bartender filling the glass in front of him.

    “Well, if you must know, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” I smiled coyly as I tried to hold in my disdain. His dark brown eyes seemed to light up as he cocked his brow in disbelief.

    “It seems your reputation precedes you then,” Emmett said dryly as he raised his champagne flute to his muzzle. “You know, how you try to pick up any tail within a mile radius until someone pities you enough to fuck you.” He scanned my face, which must have been in utter shock, and asked, “What?” sweetly, again with that damn grin.

    “Well if you’ve heard that much about me, you must know I’m a great lay at least,” I muttered through clenched teeth. This fucking rabbit was good at getting under my skin. I felt my body start to heat up and my hackles bristling. 

    He paused and cocked his head to the side. “Did I upset you? I was only joking you know.” This time his tone wasn’t harsh; it showed a tinge of... sincerity? 

    “I mean, it was a little cruel to imply I’m a whore,” I muttered in faux bitterness.

    “Stating facts isn’t implying,” he replied through a giggle. “But yeah, I’ve heard you know your way around the bedroom,” he added coyly, taking another delicate sip from his glass.

    This caught me off guard. Was he just playing hard to get? Did he want me from the start? Why did I care? 

    “Also, you do realize that you need new pickup material, your first line was abysmal,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. He slowly moved his paw towards mine, his snowy fur meshing with the rich mahogany of my own. “So Mr. Renard, would you like to accompany me home this evening? Business, of course,” Emmett added with a sly wink. 

    All I could manage was a nod. This target was much different than I anticipated. He was witty, and charming. Usually they are just vapid self-concerned airheads, but Emmett was... different. He grabbed my paw and led me through the crowd and outside to a large black limousine. A grey furred rabbit dressed in a fine black suit opened the door and ushered us into the pearly vinyl seats. The door closed with a succinct click.

    Emmett wasted no time in taking off his blazer and rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt. He removed his tie with little effort and unbuttoned his top enough to allow some chest fur to poke out. I could feel the limousine begin to move smoothly out onto the road, but my attention was all on Emmett.

    Satisfied with his wardrobe adjustments, he turned his attention to me and hopped into my lap, pressing his rear against the growing bulge in my trousers. He gyrated his hips, bucking gently in my lap. I felt my shaft press eagerly upward as it freed itself from my sheath.

    Emmett must have felt it too because he smiled deviously. And then he kissed me. He shoved his warm pink tongue into my muzzle assertively, and I began to play with it coyly using my own.

    I felt his paws trace down my torso towards the waist of my pants as he began to fiddle with the button and zipper restraining my throbbing shaft. I felt the smile on his face when his effort was rewarded by my member being released. Emmett got down onto the floorboards of the vehicle. 

    “How long do you normally last?” he asked, licking his lips. I wasn’t really sure how to answer. It usually depended on the target; sometimes I would even have to fake my orgasms. I suspected that would not be necessary this time, though.

    “The real question is how long can you?” I fired back with a smug grin. Emmett narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, licking my shaft from the base to the tip. I let out a yelp which seemed to only light a fire in Emmett, who took my entire length into his soft warm muzzle. His lips were pursed tightly around me and with every thrust I felt my shaft quiver. His tongue expertly played with my tip and slid along the underside of my shaft bringing me closer and closer to my breaking point. Emmett wasn’t playing. He wanted to see if I could keep up with him. Everything else had been a game the entire night 𑁋 I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised.

    _He’s too good at this, fuck!_

    I felt what little control I still held over my body dissipate as my claws came out, digging into the pearlescent vinyl. My breathing kept getting faster and I felt myself rocking to the rhythm he was bobbing his muzzle at, hungrily sucking my cock. Suddenly the car lurched to a stop, but Emmett hadn’t been paying attention so he took in too much of me and gagged. He pulled my shaft out and tried to regain his composure.

    “I guess I’m just a little too big, huh?” I chuckled, still highly aware of how close I was to finishing in his mouth. My entire shaft was bulging and red from knot to tip.

    “Har de har har, Renard,” Emmett responded cheekily, wiping the spittle from his muzzle.  He opened the car door and grabbed the clothes he had taken off. I tucked my member back into my trousers and exited the vehicle behind Emmett. “Percival, we are not to be disturbed for the rest of the night,” Emmett told the grey rabbit who had been chauffeuring us.

    “Yes sir, I’ll have Molly prepare the guest quarters,” Percival said dryly, gazing disapprovingly in my direction.

    “That won’t be necessary, but keep the car on.” Emmett replied, waving the grey rabbit off. I followed Emmett through the garage where we had ended up, through several extravagantly decorated rooms until we finally reached what I presumed to be his room. There was a large bed with cream colored sheets, a small table with two armchairs, and a tiny bar with a decanter containing a brown liquor. Emmett closed the giant wooden doors we entered from and locked them with a small key he drew from a table near the entry.

    “You know, I’m definitely billing you for those seats,” Emmett mentioned as he turned around and disrobed, revealing his own red throbbing shaft. “Or, you can show me what that renowned Rory Renard cock can do,” Emmett said seductively as he lay on the bed. I quickly stripped and joined him.

    “I suppose that’s the least I could do,” I said as I traced a single claw along his back, stopping right before his tail. Emmett let out a little gasp, and my cock began to throb again. 

    “Here,” Emmett said, throwing a condom in a purple package to me, “Use this.”

    I ripped open the package ravenously and eagerly rolled it down my shaft. The lubricant inside tingled pleasantly.

    “This lube feels good,” I told him, “I guess you can afford the nicest toys.”

    “Oh, yes, they’re quite expensive, but definitely worth it,” he replied with a smile.

    I lifted his tail and spat onto his little hole. I slid one claw in, and Emmett moaned softly.

    “You like that?” I asked, moving my claw back and forth slowly. I could feel his prostate bulge as I worked his hole, preparing it for my entry. My efforts were rewarded with louder, more insistent moans of pleasure. I continued massaging inside of him, savoring his twitches and groans, until he couldn’t wait anymore.

    “Oh, Rory! Fuck! Please, fuck me, now!” Emmett’s begging was increasing my anticipation. My claw sped up as I stroked my cock in a similar rhythm. I pulled out my claw and shoved my shaft in up to my knot. Emmett’s paws grasped the bed sheet as he pushed his rear into me. He began bucking, wanting me to go faster, deeper. I obliged, wanting more of the succulent warmth his hole provided. Each thrust sent sparks through my body as I pounded away at his cute little ass.

    “More, faster!” Emmett said between gasps. I barely felt I could keep myself from climaxing, but I obliged, pushing harder, trying to get my knot in. Suddenly, Emmett let out a guttural yelp and I saw the sticky white cum burst from his tip. The sight prompted me to go faster, harder, deeper.

    _Fuck!_

    Once he came, his rear was too tight for me to tie, but I didn’t need to. My whole body shook with tremendous force as I came. I felt each pump of hot fluid leave me as my shaft rubbed against his prostate. After a moment, I pulled out and slumped over next to Emmett, still breathing heavily. I noticed I could feel air on my shaft and I looked down.

    _Oh no, the condom broke!_

    I looked at Emmett who was still trying to catch his breath when he looked down and saw the broken rubber around my cock.

    “Oh shit, you fucking idiot!” Emmett screamed, jumping up from the bed.

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice, it just felt so good, but I promise I don’t have anything,” I said, but my speech felt slower than usual. My body also felt heavier than I remembered.

    “You don’t understand, you moron, the condom was laced with a tranquilizer,” said Emmett’s voice, distantly, as I drifted off to sleep.

    _Wait, he drugged me?_


_Back in the coffin_


    Panic was setting in as I fumbled around in the hot moist plush. The digging sounds were becoming more muffled. It sounded like the dirt had filled in around the casket, and now was being heaped on top, but my heart skipped a beat when I felt a lump in one of the cushions by my right paw. I pushed my claws out and dug into the fabric, trying to find out if it was something I could use to break the casket. Ripping it free, I moved it back and forth in my paw. It felt like a loose nail that had a sharp point.

    _Fuck yeah! Rory ain’t dying today!_

    I began to chip away at the wood above me with the nail. The digging abruptly stopped, presumably when whoever it was heard that I was making my escape.

    _Yeah, you better run, because when I get out of here, you’ll be the first one to feel my wrath!_

    I redoubled my efforts, continuing to pierce the lid of the casket until a sliver of light showed through the opening I had made, and small bits of dirt fell onto my chest.

    _Guess I’m harder to kill than you thought, O’Hare!_