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A Breeder Beneath

For VeronicaFoxx

By Draconicon

One successful interview turned the key in the door to gainful employment, at least as far as Domino Charming was concerned. The two-toned rabbit was taken in as the personal OoA (or Object of Amusement) for her new mistress, and that was that. She had no more choice in the matter for anything, and that was the way that she preferred it. Being under a proper predator, and more, being able to give up all power in a full exchange that she had never been allowed before, was precisely what the young rabbit wanted. She needed someone else to be in charge, and she needed that person to be a predator.

Of course, that had led to some rather...difficult consequences.

She laid in her cage, her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around her middle. The constant tension and cramps within were horrifying, a pain that she had never, ever felt before, but that was something that she was willing to take to ignore the other sensation just slightly further down.

Heat. Wet. Empty. The adjectives came fast and furious to describe the sensations between her legs, and the idea of being left with this for much longer was enough to drive the bunny to the brink of madness. In a way, her pain was the only thing that allowed her to tolerate the endless, infuriating, frustrating arousal.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

It was the first choice taken from her: choice of body. The mistress had taken her to the backrooms of her estate, and under the knife, under the light, under the shining scalpel, she had been modified. She didn't know how it had happened - she had been conscious, too conscious, in and out of existence with the drugs pumping through her - but she knew that she'd changed. Her stomach, her womb, her insides had never, ever felt like this.

Heat. Mistress had called it 'heat', but this was more like Hell.

Another clenching spasm shook her from where her clit had once been upwards, and she embraced the squeezing need that came afterward. It was the only way for her to take it, to let it flow through her, embrace the pain and the need and the arousal, and then let it go with a squelch as her thighs came together and her little tail flicked up and down. She curled her toes, grinding her face against the metal bars of the cage, trying to take some solace from the cool metal, wishing that she'd kept those parts and then biting on the cage to punish herself for those thoughts. No, no, she was good prey, she was good. She didn't regret doing this for her partners. She didn't regret changing herself for their pleasures.

But she did wish, in little fits and bursts, that she had the right to get some relief. She whimpered against the one cushion that she was allowed, knowing that she was soiling the cage with her pussy, knowing that it was going to stink it up for later. The mistress might be offended, but she could only apologize, lacking the ability to turn around and lick herself or the floor of the cage clean.

In the haze that her existence had become, she didn't know whether the approaching footsteps were hallucination or not, but she looked up regardless. The rabbit's vision blurred as she saw spotted legs, but she knew who they were, who they had to be. She bowed her head, slurring through the lust and the cramps.

"Mistress..."

"You're conscious, I see. And coherent enough to recognize me?"

"Prey...always...knows...predator...Mistress..."

"A stubborn rabbit, but impressive, nonetheless."

Domino heard the soft click of the cage opening, and she struggled to extend her arms when the mistress tapped her foot. She managed to hook her fingers into the edge of the cage, dragging herself forward. Once she started moving, it was easier to keep moving, and she managed to crawl free.

A leash came down, attaching to the back of her collar. She huffed, her legs squeezing together, her thighs pressing tightly under her sex even as she brought her paws up to catch the dripping that came down.

"Sorry, Mistress. I've messed the cage."

"Come."

There was no acceptance of the apology, but no remark of anger, either. She didn't know if that meant that she would be punished at a later date, or if it didn't matter at the moment. Regardless, there was an order, and she followed it.

Keeping her head down, she found some comfort with the reminder of her station. Not enough to take the pleasure and ache from her insides, but enough to let her see where they were going, enough to act as a distraction.

They were leaving the living quarters of the mansion, making their way to the lower levels. She strained to remember the layout, trying to think ahead like the good prey that she was. One was supposed to think ahead of predators, some to outwit them, but others, like her, to expect and anticipate their predator's needs. A good rabbit knew where they were going at all times. She was supposed to be good. She needed to be good.

Not the kitchen, too far back for that. Not the computers, too cool for that. That left the -

The Kennels.

She remembered it just as they reached the door and the smell of ferals hit her like a ton of bricks. Her eyes went wide, a sudden instinct to run leaving her ears pulled back and her legs and arms twitching. She fought it down, instead bowing at the door as the mistress opened it.

"What are you doing?" the Dalmatian asked.

"All predators deserve respect."

"A fascinating and correct attitude, but the ferals won't understand that sort of respect. Come."

She moved quickly so that she wasn't dragged, grinding her thighs together all the more as she stepped into the Kennels. There were endless cages for the hounds inside, each one more than twenty feet across. Many places would have called it excessive; she felt that the mistress was barely giving the ferals their due space, and could have given them more. She did not say that, of course. One did not 'correct' one's mistress.

The hounds ranged from breed to breed, most of them at least a partial mutt, though there was at least one dog of every pedigree of the medium size and up. She flinched and jerked at the deep barks of the Dobermans and Great Danes, and jumped at the higher-pitched barks of the medium 'chase' hounds. Old instincts died hard, even if her sex dripped and juiced more than ever at the sounds of them so close.

But there was something else. Something that burned in her nose as she breathed in the scent of the kennels. It was thick and heavy, something that made her insides cramp and clench all the harder, and made her wish more than ever that she could touch herself properly. She felt...she felt hungry, but from the wrong end. She groaned, barely able to keep up with the Dalmatian's brisk steps.

"Well, your alterations have certainly taken hold. You aren't complaining, either. Aren't you in pain, my little OoA?"

"So...so much, Mistress. It feels...good..."

"Oh? Tell me why."

"Because you...gave it to me..."

"And if someone else had?"

"Then...then it would be good...but not as...good," she managed to say through clenched teeth. Oh, gods, it hurt so much, but hurt so good at the same time.

"You really are something different."

The Dalmatian patted her head, looking almost surprised. Almost. She honestly didn't believe that anything could surprise the mistress anymore.

"You have been given a heat cycle. I told you that." There was no question there, but Domino nodded anyway. "It is specifically for the purpose of breeding more ferals."

"I...I am honored...as prey...to be g-given...that op-opp-opportunity...Mistress..."

"It is the only thing that you are useful for, besides my personal amusement."

She knew other prey would have been insulted, but the mistress was right. There was no other use for prey other than the amusement and purposes set to them by the predators. She had little right to anything but what they offered her, and that...that was an honor. She was given both the purpose of amusing the mistress and carrying pups to term.

At least now she understood why she was losing her mind. Now she understood why the smell in here was making it so much worse. Her body's traitorous need for pleasure was the only thing she regretted, for without that pleasure, her heat would not subside until she had gained at least one fertile egg within her womb, and if the mistress had been cruel - as the mistress had every right to be - she would not lose it until she had given birth.

"Who shall...I be favored...to be mounted by?" she asked.

"Hmmm...For amusing me, I'll allow you the right to choose."

Knowing that this was as much a test as anything else that the mistress made her do, she knew that she could not choose the small dogs. She would be upgraded later, and that would mean that she'd be taking something that she might actually feel in a painful way. Unlikely, but possible.

Besides, she did not wish to disappoint the mistress.

She looked down the cages. Not one canine was less than immaculate, all of them brushed and treated well. No mangy dogs here, nothing undernourished. They were all well-fed, possibly with previous prey like her. She shivered at the thought, but would go with it if it was asked of her. Yet, she would serve for as long as she could.

"Him," she said, nodding at the brown-furred Pit Bull. "Him first, Mistress."

"My, my...We shall see if I get you back after this, or if you'll need to see the doctors again."

"I will serve, Mistress."

"Obviously."

The Dalmatian unlocked the cage, and Domino was thrown inside. No sooner had she been thrown in than the Pit Bull's nose was under her tail, sniffing her. She was allowed a moment's respect before he was on top of her, tapered shaft slamming in right off the bat. Her first gasp was forced from her lips, then locked out as sharp teeth came down on her neck. Not enough to kill, but enough to hold...

And his forelegs, wrapped around her waist, almost made it feel like a predatory cuddle: rough, painful, but nonetheless wanting. The Pit Bull wasn't letting her go. Not now, and not for some time...

The End

Summary: Domino is beginning her service with her new employer, and that means some intense humiliation...as well as a new experience with Heat.

Tags: F/solo, F/M, Bestiality, Humiliation, Pred/Prey, First Heat, Wet, Needy, Breeding Need, Slave, Objectification, Musk, Collar, Leash,