Finally have Leisra drawn and uploaded; hope people love (or hate) the bratty femboy :3 Many thanks to  rhubin for drawing AND starring. Check out his art and give the purple floof some love.

Now then. Onto the story:

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Leisra needed to make one thing very clear: he was a goat - not a bunny. Yes, he lacked goat horns - yes, his long ear fluff did look like bunny ears and YES he was literally dressed in a bunny girl leotard complete with fishnets and a headband, but he was NOT a bunny. He was just dressed like that because this particular nightclub offered free access for anyone in a certain dress code. That dress code being slutty.

Still, Leisra kinda liked being looked at… and he liked dressing slutty. He liked the ritual of fluffing up his white fur, and dying the tips blue. He liked painting his nails, sharpening his eyeliner and dragging the fishnets up to his thighs. Only downside was, thanks to his makeup and… his height… people often mistook him for a girl as much as they mistook him for a bunny.

“So wait… You’re not a girl?”

“Ugggghhhh…” Leisra slammed his head into the table with a bang, the china rattling as he did so. He really thought he made a connection with this… um… bunny boy sitting across from him. Sure, he didn’t know the guy’s name - but he was one of the only patrons who offered him a free drink *without* trying to spike it. Though, the goat was seriously considering getting drugged anyways. He’d have about as much of a connection with these dimwits drugged-up and half asleep. Maybe even better because he wouldn’t have to hear them prattle on about their boring lives and they could skip straight to the fucking. Was it really so much to ask for a partner who looked as cute as he was?

“Um, excuse me?”

Leisra swivelled to face whomever gave him a soft prod on the shoulder. When kind, pink eyes shone back at him, he felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, winded by beauty. This… purple dragon-thing was also wearing a slutty bunny girl outfit. He was also dressed up in fishnets. And he was very, very cute. “The owner says you’re needed for a photoshoot?” His voice was soft and inquiring.

“Of course.” Leisra scoffed. The photoshoot was how he maintained free access, since the club’s owner could snap some pics and sell them online for profit, generating more customers. “Lead the way.” The goat gestured.

“Who’sss thisss puuurplee girl?” His failed-date drunkenly flirted.

“He’s a guy. And way out of your league.” Leisra coldly dismissed his date, getting up from the table and following the intriguing new character into the crowd.

With some - okay - a *lot* of jealousy, Leisra noticed that the purple femboy was attracting most of the club’s stares. He was the hot new thing, which, comparatively made the goat feel like some dried up old whore. Worse, the purple furry was completely oblivious to the whole thing. Whenever he caught someone staring, he smiled shyly and waved back - somehow unaware of the twisted, perverted thoughts everyone had in mind for the purple bunny boy. Frankly, it felt cruel that someone this pure - this demure - could walk in here, and steal all his attention without knowing he’s doing it. Before even knowing his name, Leisra decided he hated the dragon-thing as much as he liked looking at him. And, for the record, he really liked looking at him. The goat was many things, but he did not claim to be better then any of the other perverts here - just hotter.

The two weaved through the crowd and eventually stopped in front of a brown/white pup of the spaniel breed, wielding an expensive looking camera at the edge of the stage. His name was Lucky - Leisra’s photographer the past couple years. He was also, tragically, one of the only good-looking guys in the bar since he at least bothered to groom his fur. And, you know, being tall helps.

“Okay Leisra this is Rhubin, the Malumdrake. And Rhubin this is Leisra, the bunny-“

“-Goat.” Leisra corrected.

“Sorry. ‘Goat’.” Lucky smirked. The spaniel already knew the answer - he just liked getting a rise from his bratty subject. A sour mood made for more dynamic photoshoots. “Anyways, Rhubin will be your partner for the next few pictures.”

“He will?”

“-I will?” Rhubin echoed in surprise.

“But Lucky they’re a bit… uhh… explicit.” Leisra grimaced. “I’m not sure Rhubin knows exactly what he’s getting himself into-“

“Eyes on me. Pop the hip.” Lucky ordered before there could be an argument. Leisra rolled his eyes.

“Fuckin’ fine…” He huffed, turning his body and thrusting his ass out for the camera. Leisra refused to smile, as he stared down the flash.

“Good. Now take his hands, Rhubin.” Lucky instructed.

“I, uh… what?” Rhubin flushed. Leisra’s anger grew. How could someone dressed so slutty have the nerve to act so chaste? Why the hell did everyone take interest in this rookie? Well - apart from the obvious. “Like this?” Rhubin awkwardly took Leisra’s hands. They still stood a few feet apart, as a couple might modestly hold each other during wedding vows.

“Not quite. Get closer.” Lucky said. Rhubin shuffled quietly whilst Leisra almost lunged. They were maybe only 30cm in distance. “Closer.” They stepped again. Their arms were forced to bend between their bodies. Their handholding grew more intimate as their fingers laced between each other’s, sharing warmth. “Closer…”

“Mmmf…” Rhubin whined as their blushing cheeks met. Their cheek fur rubbed at one another. Leisra tried to keep regarding his scene partner with cold irritation, but something in his heart was thawing. Maybe it was the kind, questioning look Rhubin gave him. The Malumdrake hoped he would speak up, since he was too scared to do it himself and the goat seemed outspoken. Leisra did not speak up. He smirked, squeezing Rhubin’s hands. “Mmngh!” A squeak of delight was forced from him. Things were getting… way too intimate with someone he just met.

“Now kiss.”

Their hands, their chests, and their lips touched. Rhubin backed away, but Leisra pursued, his head craning down on the Malumdrake, finding his soft wet lips.

“Mmmh…” Rhubin hummed into his partner, his consent bordering in that fine line between yes and no. He was terrified, and that made everything all the better. Their lips smacked, and Leisra’s tongue entered. “Mmmf…!” Rhubin’s eyes widened in shock. Leisra smiled at the sound of Rhubin’s distress, and the Malumdrake could feel that in the subtle curve of the goat’s lips. Drawn in, Rhubin’s tongue found the deadly edge of Leisra’s fang. “MmMMmngh…” Rhubin tried to back off, but Leisra pulled his left hand to keep his face pushed against his - their lips still locked. With the other, Leisra held the small of Rhubin’s back, the Malumdrake’s body was now dipped low in his grasp. The camera flashed, capturing the moment, and then their lips finally parted, with a dangling strand of saliva still between them.

“O-oh…” Rhubin blushed stupidly, not sure how to regard his predator. “That was…” His voice trailed off. His dick throbbed against his leotard. Rhubin didn’t have to explain, since Leisra was hard too. In their embrace, their bulges found each other, and were grinding. For a moment, the couple stared at each other, lovestruck. Their chests were so close, they simply treasured feeling the soft rise and fall of their breaths and feeling their rattling heartbeats pound against the other - need and adrenaline soaking their bodies. A second could have been an eternity as the duo treasured this newfound tension.

“Loved the kiss Leisra - very passionate.” Lucky complimented him levelly. Leisra agreed. Here he thought he’d kiss him just for the photoshoot, but it turned out… he actually kind of liked it. Rhubin was the type of boy to roll over and let him enter. He suspected it would be the same for his body too. Rhubin just accepted his domination as if it was natural. Inevitable.

“Ready for the 18+ section?” Lucky inquired. Leisra rolled his eyes. He knew what 18+ meant. Tie him up and let the customers have their way with him. Every-time, he’d been sly enough to bat away Lucky’s idea and slip away from the club before things got too kinky.

“Yeah, no.” Leisra said flatly.

“I wasn’t asking you, goat.” The spaniel turned to the Malumdrake. “Rhubin?” For a second, the Malumdrake flushed, staring down at the floor.

“Oh I don’t know… it wouldn’t… be so bad.” He confessed, cheeks reddening.

“What!?” Leisra snapped.

“Great. Leisra, if you could just release your hold so we can take some solo pics of Rhubin for the 18+ section.”

“What!? What!?” Leisra’s fury built up in the back of his throat, his snout wrinkling with anger lines. He jerked his head, snarling, ready to bite anyone else who dared touch his prey. One of the cameraman approached, but Leisra did not loosen his hold over the cute little Malumdrake. “No. You can’t have him. He’s mine.” Leisra embraced his partner, his paws clutching at the fur between the shoulder blades and tightening. “He’s mine. He’s mine, he’s mine!” Manic greed overcame Leisra, the same mania that would overcome a spoilt brat who refused to let go of their toys. Lucky cocked a brow. Seeing Leisra as needy as this, he knew his trap was masterfully set, so he sprang it.

“Care to join him then, Leisra?” Lucky teased. Understanding exactly what that entailed, Leisra looked his Master dead in the eyes and repeated:

“He’s mine.”

***

“Hh’s mhhhne!” Leisra screamed into his ballgag, wet and shining from his and his partners saliva. The Master used one ball-gag to make them share a gagkiss. He used rope to keep them in a tight embrace, entangling their arms around one another. And he propped the happy couple up onto a sybian, as the rest of his crew groped away at Rhubin, making him squeal. In the dark, Leisra could only feel his boy, but whenever the camera flashed, he’d get to see the Malumdrake for just a second. His sweet face was twisted with overwhelming desire. In his gagged expression, one could plainly see Rhubin’s consent was leaning closer to yes then no.

In other words, Lucky got plenty of good pictures.

All Leisra could do in return was add onto the pile of molesters. Rub his bulge against Rhubin, or shift his chest to pull at their ropes and let their erect nipples brush. Occasionally, he would near swallow the ball-gag, just for the opportunity for their lips to meet in a sweet peck of a kiss, to remind Rhubin that he was still here, holding him. That would be just enough to calm him down. Or, well - excite him further. Love was a funny feeling.

All in all, even though Leisra was basically spending the rest of his days tied up and stashed away in the club basement; he considered the sacrifice worth it - because he had finally made a connection.

And he was not letting this one go.