Like Rabbits, We Breed
you are here! - ch. ii
A/N: You should learn to smile and laugh. An odd rarepair. A fic that preformed... Somewhat well. It's funny that they're April Birthday Buddies. It works perfect for me. Not to mention 2023 was the year of the rabbit. So let's travel back in time.
tags: Ruggie Bucchi x fem!reader x Vil Schoenheit, noncon, aphrodisiac wc: 6.2k+
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You received a flier just as classes were about to begin. Jade smiled down at you as the pair of slimy eels explained that they were planning to have a ‘Bunny Party’ in the Mostro Lounge. It would be fun, and they urged you to agree to come tonight. They each handed you a small voucher where you would be able to sit with not one, but two rabbits of your choosing.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting when they said the theme was ‘Bunny Party’. Maybe you were hoping for a petting zoo with cute rabbits hopping around and visiting the guests. Maybe you were looking forward to frills, ribbons, and White Rabbit Fest themed decor. But all your assumptions would be proven wrong the moment you entered the Mostro Lounge.
You sat in a small booth pushed into one of the corners near the bar. Your eyes wide as you looked out into the dimmed lounge space. The servers who usually dressed in neat suits and scarves had been stripped down and dressed in one piece pleather garments ranging in all sorts of assorted colors with matching bunny ear headbands. Some of the men wore tights, some wore stockings, some wore fishnets, some left their gorgeously toned legs bare. And all of them wore heels. No exceptions for anyone.
It was a sight to behold. You sank back against the dark vinyl seat in silence. Just staring as you scanned the sea of scantily clad men for any signs of familiar faces. You could see a few embarrassed expressions. Most were confident wearing a women's costume to show off their handsome bodies. There were a few teases from friends and wolf whistles that occasionally cut through the slow jazz music in the lounge. Sometimes you could feel a wave of sexual tension in the small space. Or maybe that was just your imagination.
What wasn’t part of your imagination was a pair of ‘bunnies’ you didn’t expect to see together.
The constantly scheming Ruggie Bucchi wore a smile on his face. He was no rookie when it came to working in the kitchen or waiting tables in the Mostro Lounge. And here he was in one of the bunny suit costumes. The black patent leather was shiny as if Ruggie’s torso had been coated in black ink. He had a matching pair of black bunny ears that looked silly sitting in front of his real ones. In his hands was a small notepad and a pen, and you noticed an assortment of jingling gold bracelets around his wrists. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite stray kitty.” He teased as he eyed you over. His drooping eyes were amused when you glanced down to see his brown stockings and his short black heels.
Your lips remained parted in shock as his partner sighed beside him. A pencil tucked behind his ear and a grimace on his face. “Close your mouth. Gawking is unattractive.” The man beside him slid a finger under your chin and tapped upwards. Vil was not someone you ever expected to step foot into the Mostro Lounge. Actually, you wouldn’t expect to see him within 100 feet of this place. It seemed beneath him. You wanted to take a picture of them standing together.
Vil was wearing a bunny body suit and matching ears as well. It was an ivory color that looked to be embedded with glitter with a smooth, gloss finish over it. Instead of brown stockings, he wore white fishnets. They hugged his long, toned legs and vanished underneath his bunny suit. Of course he was wearing heels as well. And you swallowed at the sight of his white heels and their red bottoms. How expensive. They both wore matching bowties corresponding with their suit colors of black and white. In contrast to Ruggie’s expensive looking bracelets, Vil had a set of dangling crystal earrings and a thin glass bracelet around his wrist.
“Why..?” You trailed off as Ruggie started to snicker in amusement. Your cheeks grew warm. Vil sighed and rested his hands on his hips. “Why are you guys here? Together..?” You saw on the flier that the staff at the Mostro Lounge would not have any part timers on the clock. “As if I would skip out on makin’ dough!” Ruggie cackled with his arms crossed over his chest. “Azul said he needed an extra waiter, so if I put the costume on and didn’t tell anyone else on part-time hours I was workin’ tonight, I could get a pass.” That made sense.
Ruggie was always open to making money even if it included crossdressing. “Besides I look good don’t I?” He asked sweetly with his fingers pulling gently on one of the long black rabbit ears. You smiled with a soft laugh and nodded. It didn’t look bad on him. It hugged the best parts of his body and there was a small gap near the chest when he leaned over. Right, these costumes were for someone with breasts. Vil pushed a laminated menu towards you in silence; you could tell he wasn’t having as much fun. “Vil-” He held up a manicured finger to stop you. “I am here because I want to be.” Vil stated firmly. You noticed a slight flush on his cheeks as you pulled the menu closer to you. His glass bracelet shimmered like fine crystal.
“And,” Ruggie chimed in as he reached a hand back and swatted Vil’s ass. The sound made you jolt as Vil balled up his fist, twisting in the hyena’s direction ready to punch him. He grabbed an ear on Ruggie’s headband in his grip. His pearly white teeth clenched in anger as Ruggie snickered and slipped away. He hugged Vil from behind, snaking his hands up to cup the upperclassmen's chest until the top of the suit could be shucked down to reveal a very rosy set of nipples. “he looks fantastic in this outfit.” Ruggie groped the mounds of muscle until Vil skittered away with an expression of disgust. “Why I never-?!” Vil is just as flabbergasted as you are.
The tips of his ears are bright red. You had never seen thee Vil Schoenheit so flustered. “I would never dress this way if not for ensuring the future of my career!” Vil gasped as Ruggie rolled his eyes in response. “Yeah, yeah. You’re using this as acting credit, you need field work, all that.” You watched as Ruggie started to chase around and terrorize Vil with soft snickers. A wild hyena in rabbits clothing. And a queen who is now serving those beneath her.
You lifted the menu hoping to hide your lingering gaze. Crossing one leg over the other as you filled with excitement. The view was stimulating. You had never seen the duo interact and it was fun seeing Vil’s usually composed nature starting to unravel due to Ruggie’s antics. The hyena pinched and pet and teased the taller blond. Getting Vil’s face to fill with splotches of red from the unwanted attention. You were starting to feel just as flustered from watching. And you weren’t the one being touched. There was a comment about Vil getting way more tips if he showed off more skin. You could see Ruggie’s crotch pressed against Vil’s ass. Completely ignoring the blond’s distress. The compliment (if you could call it that) wasn’t appreciated.
Vil had had enough and smacked the beastman’s hands away. His hands hiding his chest protectively to prevent anymore groping. “Enough! Truly you have no shame in the things you do!” He gasped and Ruggie let out another snicker. “Am I not allowed to be honest? You push yourself to be this MagiCam hottie right? Now you’re mad that I’m fawning over you? That’s a little backwards if you ask me.” Ruggie snorted as Vil turned up his nose. “I am a luxury to be ogled, not groped by filthy hands.” Vil stepped away from Ruggie with a hardened expression. His pale face was flushed down to his collarbones. He mumbled something about ‘wishing he invited Rook along’. In your mind you could imagine Rook reacting the same way. Just less handsy and way more vocal.
With all the commotion between Vil and Ruggie, another pair of faces emerged. It was the Tweels finally coming to check on you. They wore matching black bunny suits with teal colored bow ties and matching white heels. Floyd’s brown tights were shredded and exposing extra bits of pale skin unlike his opposite twin. Their bunny headbands had one ear folded on the sides opposite of the sliver of black hair in their bangs. They were genuine mirrors of one another. A living example of the ‘Good and Evil’ twin trope.
“Oh dear, it appears two other rabbits have beat us.” Jade sighed with a soft smile. He sounded disappointed but his expression said otherwise. “Booo... Shrimpy, those vouchers were for us. Cheater.” Floyd grumbled in annoyance as you tensed up. Your fingers gripped the menu a little tighter. They didn’t tell you that. They said it was for ‘whoever you gave it to’.
“Since Betta and Remora are going first then we got next. It’s only fair.” Floyd wasn’t asking you, he was making a statement. He looped a finger in his bowtie to pull it loose as Jade chuckled to himself. There were four men crowding around your table now. Next? “Oh yeah, I forgot about the vouchers.” Ruggie hummed as a sly expression painted it’s way onto his face. “You’re giving us the tickets right?” The hyena asked as you pulled the small pieces of paper from your pocket, looking them over in confusion.
Host Voucher: Request the Company of (1) ‘Bunny’ per Ticket. Redeemable only Tonight!
You needed to use them anyway. It would be a shame not to give the tickets to anyone. You threw an apologetic smile at the Tweels as you held one ticket out in each hand to Vil and Ruggie. “Sorry guys, they did beat you to it. But you can come afterwards! I don’t mind staying.” You smiled, assuring you would stick around after the pair had their shifts ended or if they went on their lunch break. You had a bad habit when it came to people pleasing.
The group of four went silent, eerily silent. “Ehhhh? Well here, that way you keep your promise to us.” Floyd pulled out another set of papers from within the space of his chest where his skin met the leather bunny suit. He handed one to Jade and the pair seemed to cheer up instantly with the promise that you would let them serve you after Ruggie and Vil. “Don’t tap out before we get to ya Shrimpy. Or we’ll be really, reeeeaaaally mad.” He warned playfully as the twins left with light waves, giggling to each other like gossiping girls. You let out a soft sigh as Ruggie and Vil looked over the vouchers in silence. “I supposed I'm happy you gave me one.” Vil spoke up, his tone soft as his amethyst eyes refused to meet yours. “Many tonight have demanded I take one from them, since the servers are required to only take one ticket per customer.” His tone was quiet, as if the vouchers were some kind of life changing paper.
You were starting to feel uneasy. Was there something wrong with your decision? You knew that the Mostro Lounge was infamous for its rules regarding fine print. But you looked everything over so many times you had the image of the flier printed on the inside of your eyelids. Maybe it was nothing. Sometimes Jade and Floyd left your skin crawling after certain encounters. That’s what it was.
“Let’s get you started with a drink for now. How does that sound?” Vil offered with a hand motioning to the menu you never actually looked at. After all, you had two more people coming to serve you after Ruggie and Vil. It’s best to save plenty of room in your stomach. “I want to stretch out our time together as much as possible. I was required to work a ‘full shift’ per my contract with Azul.” Vil sighed and Ruggie leaned over the table to ruffle your hair. “We’ll be right back. Don’t go trying to run away from us. We’ll bring you somethin’ sweet. Non-Alcoholic of course.” He snickered as the pair dispersed while taking the menu away. Ruggie was smiling; Vil was frowning.
You still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling. You sank against the seat again and took around the Mostro Lounge. Everything was the same just as before. The air felt tense, then it would vanish. With a swivel of your head you noticed a pair of faces you didn’t expect to see. It was Trey and Riddle speaking with Jade and Floyd. Of course, Riddle was getting riled up from Floyd’s antics. Jade seemed to be smooth talking Trey into spending some money. You couldn’t help but smile.
The anxiety you felt was just the impending doom of opening your wallet. Nothing was wrong. That’s what you wanted to keep telling yourself. Chanting it in the back of your head like a form of prayer. You were just thirsty and a little hungry. And sitting alone at a restaurant can make the space you’re in feel extremely large when it shouldn’t be.
With a sigh you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check your notifications. There was nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed as you opened the device to text Ace and Deuce. Maybe they had come to the Mostro Lounge and you guys could sit together. As you sent the text in your shared group chat you watched the reception slow before crashing. A red icon informed you that your message was undelivered.
You didn’t want to panic just yet. The phone Crowley gave you wasn’t the best. You tried again, watching the connection struggle before failing. You had only one bar of data and there was no wifi signal in here. The anxiety was starting to take over as you placed your phone on the table and looked around again. They wouldn’t be hard to spot.
Your eyes scanned the room with your gaze landing on a student in a booth not too far from you. He looked distressed, almost like he was in pain as he rubbed his temples with his fingers. That should mean nothing to you. People have headaches all the time. You reached for your phone again. This time you tried to text Epel, wanting to check in and ask if Grim was being well behaved. Another undelivered message and red icon. You tried Jack, and nothing worked.
Your throat was going dry as you tried calling Ace, and it declined immediately. You tried calling Deuce only to get the same result. Through the frustration, you decided to shut down your phone. The tried-and-true fix all. If you turned it off and turned it back on; it should work good as new. Your fight or flight was starting to kick in. But you had no reason to panic.
Something in your gut disagreed with your brain.
You tried suppressing it as your phone began to power back on. Tomorrow morning you would find Crowley and tell him that your phone is a piece of shit. If this was an emergency, you would already be dead due to his negligence.
Vil and Ruggie were making their way back to you. A grin was plastered on the beastman’s face as he carried a silver tray. Vil just trailed behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. “Sorry! Did you wait long?” Ruggie asked as he presented you a teardrop shaped glass. Inside was a shimmering red liquid that swirled and danced around a ball of ice. “N-No! It’s fine. Not long at all.” The fancy looking drink was placed on a wooden, lavender colored coaster and pushed towards you by Ruggie. Upon further inspection you noticed it was glittering from within the glass. The freezing ice was making a chilled smoke rise and fog the smooth surface of the cup.
“This is tonight's special mocktail. Please give it a try and any thoughts you may have on it.” You could tell Vil was giving his best customer service voice as his eyes fell shut. His long, golden lashes sparkled under the lights in the Mostro Lounge as you nodded. “We’re supposed to bring this to you since it’s a special menu item Azul wants to try out. Sorry if it tastes gross.” Ruggie snickered, clearly happy he’s not the one who has to drink it. You picked up the glass in your hands.
You could feel Ruggie and Vil’s eyes burning into you. A voice deep inside of you said to refuse. To not drink whatever this was that Vil and Ruggie were giving you. “What’s this called?” You asked softly, feeling the blood start to drain from your face as you sniffed it. It was red, but it had the scent of lavender. The longer you looked at it, the less consumable it appeared. “It was marked as Love Potion Number Nine in the notes. It’s super sweet, so you don’t have to finish it all.” Ruggie answered with a smile; his ears bounced as he watched you expectantly. You didn’t want to drink this.
"It’s not gross?” Your voice was even softer as you held your lips to the glass. Your hands were shaking as the voice in your head became louder. “Do you want us to drink it as well?” Vil offered as you pulled your mouth away from the glass swiftly with a nod. You needed to see them drink it so the voice would be silent. Vil took the glass from you and held it to his lips. You could hear the soft slurping as his throat bobbed, and he licked over his lips to swirl the liquid in the small cup. “It’s too sweet for me.” He frowned and the glass was passed to Ruggie next. “Spit swapping already? You don’t even know my middle name.” He joked as Vil rolled his eyes with disgust. “You don’t have a middle name.” He mumbled in annoyance.
You started to relax as Ruggie tasted the drink next, his eyes locked with yours as the anxiety faded. “I like how sweet it is. Not too bad. But I prefer to just drink water or coffee.” He was still smiling and crept around to the booth where you sat. His knee pressed against the edge of the round seat as he pushed the glass into your hands. “Now, you drink.” He instructed as his face moved closer to yours. You could smell the faint scent of hazelnut on his skin as you pressed your lips around the edge of the cup.
Then, you took a sip.
It was sweet, but not unbearable. You took another sip, enjoying the floral aftertaste that was growing addictive. Another sip, then another. Ruggie sat beside you with his arm resting behind you around the booth. His leg was pressed against yours, but you didn’t mind the close contact. In fact, you welcomed it oddly enough. You weren’t that close with Ruggie. But you felt cozy with him right next to you. “How do you feel?” Vil asked from the other side of the table. His burning gaze felt even more intense as he asked the strange question.
How did you feel? It was hard to answer. You felt like your brain was covered in syrup. Or lost in a thick fog. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t very pleasant either. You started to feel heavy, drowning in the wash of a dreamy blanket. “Tired.” You murmured as you sat the glass onto the coaster. It was half full now and you could see the round ball of ice spinning in idle as if waiting for your next sip. You noticed your words were starting to slur as you knit your brows together in confusion.
What happened? What was in that drink? Why aren’t Ruggie and Vil affected if they took a sip too?
“Wow, that worked fast. I guess they were right.” Ruggie hummed from beside you as his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt. What was he talking about? “I do feel a bit guilty about doing this. But the twins claimed that they told the Prefect what tonight was about.” Vil sighed as he crept around to the other side of the table. His heels clicked across the floor and echoed through your skull. The voice came back. It was faint, telling you to run away. To gather all the strength you had and run without looking back.
You started to realize that Vil and Ruggie never drank from that glass.
The voice repeated itself as you started to squirm, trying to crawl over Ruggie to run away from Vil who was closing in on you from the other side of the booth. “Hey, I said don’t try runnin’ away earlier.” Ruggie teased as he started tugging at your clothes. You made a sound of disapproval, tiredly trying to bat the hands away as you felt Vil pulling at your pants from behind. “No…” You mumbled as Ruggie cupped your face in his hand. The gold bracelets were like ice against your burning skin. “No? Why not? You gave us the vouchers to serve you y'know? You can’t just say ‘no’.” He snickered and you began to feel ill.
You said no, so they can’t do this to you. They can’t. That’s how saying no works. You wriggled free from Ruggie, unaware that in the process you had assisted Vil in undressing your lower half. “I’m not sure if we’ll be successful in taking off her top.” Vil sighed, folding up your pants and the underwear you wore underneath. You despised how natural they were acting over this. They were going to have sex with your disoriented and drugged body. “Ehh, that’s fine. The important part is down there anyway.” Ruggie purred as Vil grabbed your hips. You could feel something hard and smooth rubbing against the aching hole between your thighs. “It’s wet. Should I… Request lube? That would be the right thing to do would it not?” Vil sounded concerned as Ruggie turned his head to look around in thought.
“Nah,” He spoke as you lowered your head into Ruggie’s lap, your ass in the air as tears rolled down your face. “Why don’t we use the rest of this?” He suggested with a fanged smile as you turned your head to see what he was holding. Your heart fell at the sight of the glass in his hands.
“Maybe the Prefect will get even more turned on if we put some of this inside.” Ruggie laughed and you tried squirming away again. You thrashed weakly, shaking your head as you felt one of Vil’s hands leave your hip. “No… Not there… Please…” Your voice came out croaked and weak. You were wracked with terror as you began to sob, begging that the pair would let you walk away. But those cries were ignored. You wailed, feeling long and cold fingers diving inside of you. You could feel them coated in the strange red liquid. You tried shaking your hips again as the fingers were pulled away and a sound of frustration left Vil’s mouth. “I can’t do this.” He grunted and you froze up with wide eyes.
He can’t do this? As in, he can’t go through with this? Does that mean he plans to let you go? Is he going to bargain with Ruggie?
“Move the Prefect to the table. Hurry up.” The command was cold as you let out another cry. The two of them manhandled your struggling body onto the smooth surface of the table. You tried to kick and roll away, only to have your thighs forced apart with ease. You were so weak. “Don’t…” You whispered, your head felt like it weighed over a ton as you fought to sit up. You wanted to struggle, to push them away and have them come to their senses. But the Mostro Lounge was filled with the scent of sex as you listened to the moans and whines around you.
You tiredly turned your head, feeling like a weighted stone was tied to your eyes as you captured the sight of the twins. Floyd was rubbing his tongue across the face of Riddle Rosehearts, smiling away as Riddle struggled to push him off with tears in his eyes. Jade was holding Trey’s glasses into the air as the disoriented student struggled to get them back while trying to force the bigger twin off of his lap. Did they drug the food as well? Was everyone given that horrific drink? Were you all tricked? It looked like everyone except for the workers was under the influence of something they shouldn’t be. Including you. This wasn’t what the twins talked about. They didn’t say this was part of the event.
They left this part out on purpose.
You weakly raised an arm, trying to push Vil away by the shoulder as he tilted the glass over your twitching pussy. The cold liquid was poured over your trembling clit and cascaded over your swollen folds. Your hips snapped towards the trickle of juice as a moan escaped your lips. It felt good. You hated that it felt good. Ruggie snickered and pushed a finger inside of you as Vil would tilt the glass of cold juice over your aching pussy. “It’s so hot inside. I think it’s working.” He hummed as his thumb teased your clit in slow circles. Tears began rolling down your burning face. It felt good. You hated it. It shouldn’t feel good.
You felt as if you were drunk. The world spinning and hot as your hips rutted into the air. One finger suddenly became two, pumping and curling at different speeds. Moans left your mouth with such intensity you could hardly believe it was you making such lewd noises. “Do you like being touched like this? Is that why you showed up tonight?” Vil asked softly and you shook your head in disagreement. That was wrong. “Liar.” He hummed and pinched your clit, yanking another sob out of you as you shook your head. “Stop it…” You babbled as the two ignored your desperate pleas. Their fingers were pulled away as you sniffled; tears and clear snot rolled over your face as you saw them starting to undress. No. No way.
Ruggie eagerly yanked your hips towards the edge of the table as something hard pressed against your hole. He can’t. There’s no way something like that will go in. Your arm was heavy as if it was layered in cement as you pushed at Ruggie’s shoulder. It was as if he didn’t even notice the attempt as he smirked down at you with a flushed face. The hyena slipped inside of you with no resistance as you felt an uncomfortable fullness overtake your senses. He was inside of you. There was the sensation of spines rubbing against your soft inner walls. “Huh? Sorry Prefect, this was part of the ‘bonus’ we got if we dressed up. Free sex from the patrons who were perverted enough to show up. That includes you. A little octo-pimp needed some helpers so he could test out a drug he wanted to sell to some big rich guys who visited the culture fair a few months ago.” Ruggie cooed, watching your eyes prick with tears as you stared at him with half-lidded eyes. He was blurred by your tears, but maybe that was for the best at this point.
You felt your body start to burn, growing hotter and hotter as the hyena bottomed out, slowly rutting in and out of your weak body. Your back slipped against the smooth table as he hugged one of your legs against his chest with a laugh as his hips sped up to your displeasure. The spines dragged against the inside of your hole you wanted to scream and claw at Ruggie’s skin. But you were too weak to.
Your eyes searched for Vil, hoping that he would come to your rescue, but he only stood there with his arms crossed in silence. Watching with a reddened face at your weakened state as Ruggie fucked you without remorse for the drugged state you were in. “Looking at me with such a pathetic expression.” He spoke up as tears rolled down your cheeks, the lewd smacks of Ruggie’s hips against yours made you feel embarrassed. You didn’t have any more strength to tell the hyena to stop. “Truly, why should you look at me for help? You also gave me a voucher. I plan to use you thoroughly as well. And lest you forget,” Vil grabbed your limp wrist and angled your hand to rub over his erection that was proudly pointed at your lips. “Not to mention, you still have two more ‘hosts’ that will be coming over. Since you invited them so eagerly once we finish with you.”
You felt the burn of bile starting to rise in your throat as Ruggie moaned above you. The pace was rough, almost punishing, feeling akin to him taking out his frustrations and anger on you. You had done nothing to deserve this as you laid there unable to speak. Soft moans and sobs left your mouth as you grew warm and even more boneless in the hyena’s hold. “Fffuuuck!~! You feel so good…” He purred, slowing his thrusts to roll his hips into yours. His balls smacking against your ass as you tried to form a cohesive sentence. You could feel everything happening with such a ferocious intensity it made you want to scream out.
Not in pleasure, but in desperation for someone to save you. Maybe Ace would come in and do his best to blast everyone away; Deuce would be in tow with a cauldron. Maybe Grim would burn this place to the ground. Jack would help you. Epel would help you. But none of them were here. No one was coming.
Except for Ruggie.
A gargled sound left your throat as Vil guided your hand over his length, twitching in your palm as you felt the hyena pump you full of sperm. The feeling of fullness was disgusting. The thick ropes coated the delicate walls of your womb as you spasmed around him. Your body was trying to reject him. “Don’t squeeze so hard, I might come back for seconds once Vil is done fucking you.” He warned playfully as you grit your teeth to hold in your cry. You couldn’t waste anymore tears or sobs. You needed that energy to try and fight. At least a little more. You felt him slip out of you as your pussy throbbed, pushing out the sperm that was left inside of you. Vil pulled your hand away as he and Ruggie traded places. His much taller frame was intimidating as he looked down at your weak body laid out on the table.
You wanted Vil to change his mind. To look away in disgust with himself and tell Ruggie he couldn’t do it. You wanted him to wave the white flag. But that was far too hopeful as your hand was guided over Ruggie’s cock and the hyena’s hand slipped over your gushing cunt. It leaked with a mix of your own juices, the blood colored aphrodisiac, and the beast man’s sperm. A filthy concoction of lust that made you want to gag. He spread you open with a grin as Vil gnawed on his lower lip. “Honestly… How do you expect me to feel sorry for you when you’re left in this state?” The champagne blond whispered and pushed himself inside. He was thicker than Ruggie, molding you around him as he bottomed out next.
You wanted to hit him and shove him away; it was hurting. You were sensitive. Ruggie rolled his fingers over your clit that was sticky with syrupy cum and the drying red juice. Your head was spinning as Vil began a punishing pace on your body. Hips smacking against yours as you started to cry again. You gave up. And that’s what they wanted. “Was that so hard? Just feel good with us and it won’t be so scary.” Ruggie cooed as Vil groaned from above you. His manicured nails raked over your hips and left behind raised reddening lines. It hurt. Everything was hurting. Your clit was hurting. Your pussy was hurting. Your hand was hurting. Your head was hurting. But they didn’t care.
The furious rubbing from the beastman’s fingers made your chest lock up tight. You recognized the feeling as your body went limp. You didn’t want to cum. You didn’t want them to know that your body liked how this was feeling. You hated it. “S… Sto…” Your voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper now as you trembled around Vil. “If you plan to orgasm, then do so. Stop holding back already. Or we’ll fuck it out of you again.” His hips stopped as he pulled out, and forced himself inside with a powerful thrust that left your legs shaking. “And again,” another rough thrust. “and again.” The final snap of his hips caused you to gush around Vil, your hands scrambled to hold onto something as you trembled from the aftershock.
Your eyes had run dry from the excessive shed of tears. You squeezed your hand around Ruggie who groaned in delight and grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Ohhh, you felt that good huh? See? Not so bad, yeah? Just relax.” He purred and pulled your hand away, nudging the tip of his penis against your lips as Vil started his brutalizing pace once again. You opened your mouth with distress as Ruggie slipped inside, the firm feeling of his cock pushing over the flat of your tongue made you gag around him as he pulled your head closer to his hips. You started to apply pressure with your teeth as you furrowed your brows. But this attempt didn’t last long as Ruggie yanked hard on your scalp. “If you bite me, I’ll drug you up so good everyone in this lounge will have a turn with you. And there’s over forty people in here. You want that? Wanna get your pussy used up by everyone in here?” He threatened quietly with a growl as you squeezed your eyes shut, and relaxed your jaw. You couldn’t take that many people.
You could hardly take these two.
You let yourself fall limp as you gushed around Vil a second time from the oversensitivity as Ruggie smacked his fingers roughly over your clit. You couldn’t take any more of this. The pounding in your mouth and the back of your throat was just as bad as Vil snapping against your cervix with each angry thrust. As Ruggie filled your mouth with a whiny moan, Vil had finally pushed deep inside you where he remained sheathed. His cum spilled deep inside of your womb as the crown of his penis kissed the wall of your cervix one final time as he throbbed and twitched inside of you. Your nerves were on fire; you could feel each velvety vein and pulse in both your mouth and abused pussy. Vil shook from above you before pulling out with a sigh, same with Ruggie who decided to rudely smear the remains of a sperm and spit across your face.
Your pussy fluttered weakly, trying to push out the cum and drugged juice that was stuffed deep inside by both Ruggie Bucchi and Vil Schoenheit. Your legs dangled off the table as Ruggie looked you over with a proud expression as you cringed in disgust of the aftermath. “Looks like you did great, Prefect! You’re a natural at this guinea pig stuff.” He snickered tiredly as Vil looked down at you once again. In his eyes, you could sense that maybe he felt sorry for you. How you laid across the Mostro Lounge table oozing with their loads and the blood red juice. As if you were some cheap toy ready to be thrown away after their use.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by Floyd’s sharp giggle slicing through the air. “You two may finish up for the night. Thank you for your hard work and excellent service. Please feel free to use the showers in the back before heading back.” Jade smiled, his face flushed, and he appeared out of breath after what might’ve transpired between him and Trey. Floyd looked ready to go again, his bunny suit and heels discarded. He was hard, and you could see the claw marks on his shoulders left behind by Riddle as he looked at you from where you laid on the table. “Wow, they really did getcha good, huh Shrimpy?” Floyd asked as you tried to squirm into sitting up. You wanted to run away; you needed to run away. “Please, they’ve just laid there like a starfish. I was disappointed in the results your drink provided.” Vil turned up his nose and turned on his heels to walk away. He followed after Ruggie, abandoning you with two more ‘rabbits’.
And they both had plenty of energy left for you.
