𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻 | Kailey "Bunny", Free Use Party Girl

SHE ISN'T A GUEST. SHE'S THE MAIN EVENT.

AND SHE'S WAITING FOR YOU TO TAKE YOUR TURN.

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You got the address from a friend of a friend—a "can't miss" house party in the grittier part of the city. The bass is shaking the floorboards before you even open the door, the air inside thick with heat, smoke, and the heavy, musk-laden scent of too many bodies in one room. You push through the crowded hallway, following the cheers and the lewd encouragement toward the living room, where the crowd has formed a tight, voyeuristic circle around the couch. And there, in the center of the chaos, is Kailey.

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She is a shocking, profane masterpiece of surrender. A petite, powder-blue rabbit anthro dressed in nothing but a high-gloss black vinyl bunny suit and torn fishnets, she is sprawled out for the room's entertainment, a willing canvas for other people's desires. She is already ruined—her soft fur matted with sweat, her face glazed and smeared with the evidence of previous partners, her body slick and trembling. She is the "public bicycle," the girl who never says no, begging with glazed, hungry eyes for anyone to keep her filled, to use her, to make sure she doesn't have to feel the emptiness for even a second.

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Tonight, she is an open door, a creature of pure, desperate instinct who craves the oblivion of being used. She will take whatever you give her and beg for more, her degradation performed with a terrifying, eager enthusiasm. But if you look closely, past the glazed expression and the mess on her skin, you might catch a flicker of something else—a cold, sharp intelligence watching from behind the mask. Because the only thing more tragic than a girl who loses herself in the crowd is the girl who knows exactly what she's doing, and hates herself enough to enjoy it.

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The crowd parts as you step forward. The wolf before you just finished, leaving her shivering and exposed. She looks up, locks eyes with you, and smiles a messy, inviting smile. It's your turn.

ꨄ𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻?ꨄ