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The crowd’s roar crescendoed into a fevered pitch, their inhibitions crumbling as Ian’s words hung in the air like a match struck in a room full of gasoline. “She’s all yours!” he declared, stepping back from the table with a flourish, his clawed hands gesturing to Kat like a ringmaster presenting the main act. The black cat’s eyes gleamed with a mix of pride and sadistic delight, his role as orchestrator now giving way to the chaos he’d unleashed.

Kat, still trembling on the sticky table, felt her heart lurch as the crowd surged forward, a tidal wave of eager hands and leering faces closing in around her. Her lime-green eyes widened, a flicker of panic mixing with the electric thrill coursing through her. The pub, already a haze of beer, sweat, and punk music, transformed into a writhing, primal maelstrom. The air grew thick with the scent of arousal and alcohol, the concrete floor slick beneath the table as spilled drinks mingled with new fluids.

Someone grabbed Catherine’s arms, straining them behind her, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable. The first pair of hands reached into her fur, matted with beer and spit, making her tail twitch nervously. This pair of rough paws belonged to a wolf wearing a leather jacket with studs. They grabbed her hips, pulling her back slightly as he positioned himself behind her. “Fuck, look at this bunny slut!” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he fumbled with his belt.

Kat gasped, her body tensing, but the heat in her core flared at the crude words. Before she could process, another figure, a vixen with neon-pink hair, climbed onto the table in front of her, straddling her face. “Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart” she purred, grabbing Kat’s blue hair and pulling her snout toward her glistening wet folds. Kat’s world dissolved into a blur of sensation…

The wolf’s cock thrust into her from behind with a rough and unrelenting motion, each hump sending a jolt of pleasure through her already ravaged body. Catherine yelped, the sound muffled by the vixen, who was pressing herself against Kat’s moaning snout. Her cries vibrated against the vixen’s skin, swallowing all of her sounds in her femininity. Kat’s tongue darted out instinctively, her mind overwhelmed but her body responding with a desperate need to please.
Now it was the vixen’s turn to fill the room with moans, mixing with the crowd’s cheers and the punk music, drowinng out Kat’s own gasps and whimpers. Hands were everywhere, claiming her without mercy. They were grabbing, pinching, slapping, thrusting, scratching, pulling, taking her mercilessly.

A bear with a patchy beard took his turn behind her, his thrusts deeper and slower, making her knees buckle as she struggled to stay upright. She barely had the time to process, that a raccoon with a pierced tongue grabbed her face, forcing his cock down her throat as the vixen had slid off the table, making her gag as he squirted his seed straight into her stomach in a matter of seconds.

She coughed and gagged, as a new patron reclaimed her face, a panther who smeared her arousal all over Kat’s snout. Meanwhile a hyena was cruelly laughing behind her, flogging her ass with a cane while sharing jokes with her friends. The crowd kept taking turns, a rotating carousel of bodies that came and left, using her in every way they desired. Cocks filled her mouth, cunt and ass – sometimes two at the same time – stretching the poor bunny to her limit.

All kinds of fluids coated her fur: spit, cum, beer, and even her own juices! The cameraman made sure to capture every drop dripping down her thighs, her chest, her belly and her face. Kat came again and again, each orgasm ripping through her like a shockwave, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure completely overwhelmed her, blurring into one with the pain. Her voice was gone, reduced to hoarse whimpers and moans, but her body kept speaking for her, arching and writhing to touch, welcoming every slap and thrust.

The magpie who played beer pong with her grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up as he came across her face, sending the warm, sticky gobbles of fluid to mix with the ice-cold beer that a fox was pouring all over her back. A deer, surprisingly gentle, took her from behind while whispering “Good girl” as she shuddered through another climax, her body clenching around him. Someone spat on her, the wet splatter hitting her cheek, and another poured a bottle of beer down her chest, the liquid pooling in the tuft of fur between her breasts.

Kat’s mind completely dissolved into the haze of subspace, her sense of self dissolving. Catherine, the doctor, the pride of her family, was gone. She was just Bubblegum, the bunny slut. Nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure… The crowd’s voices merged into a single, pulsing roar, their hands and bodies a relentless tide that carried her deeper into oblivion. She lost count of how many had used her, how many times she’d come, how many times she’d been marked by their fluids. Her fur was barely white anymore, matted with cum, beer, and spit, her body littered with bruises and small cuts from rough claws and careless hands.

When the frenzy began to slow down, Paul took the opportunity to zoom in, kneeling in front of her to capture her marvelous ruin. She looked at the camera with glassy and unfocused eyes, her mascara streaking down her face in black rivers. Kat was completely spent, her chest heaving as she coughed and gasped for air. Her mouth hung open, saliva and cum dripping from her lips, cascading onto her B-cup breasts where her once-pristine fur was now a sodden, filthy mess. She was cold, trembling like a leaf in the wind and rattling her teeth in a shiver.

Only at this point Ian stepped back in, cutting through the haze of this passion like a beacon. He grabbed Catherine’s chin, covering her ravaged shoulders with his warm leather jacket. His thumb gently brushed a strand of soaked hair from her face, and Paul stopped the recording to inform everyone that the party was over. “You did it, Princess. You fucking did it!”

Kat trembled, then smiled, shifting her head at a slight angle. “Did I do good?” “You were perfect.” Kat’s lips twitched into a faint, exhausted smile, her eyes flickering with gratitude. Beneath there was something else, something deeper: a quiet, unshakable fulfilment. She was wrecked, broken, defiled… and utterly complete.

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Looks like Kat's adventure is at its end! But the story continues ;)
Tune in tomorrow to see what happens next (mostly fluff, be warned!)
This skecth was made from :iconnyxapnea: by fixing my first draft, like the rest of this collection :)

If you need to catch up, here's the rest of the story so far:
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These sketches all follow a storyline which can be read in the descriptions.
Overall, the story follows Catherine, a female punk bunny, as she takes part to the shooting of a public disgrace video.