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Harry grimaced, trying to hold back noises of pain as his hair was quite literally raked through. His curls were matted from the months of neglect that he endured here at the auction house. Harry knew better than to object to being brushed. Well, to object to anything at all. It would do nothing and most times would end up with him getting hit or smacked in the mouth for 'talking back'.
"God. You reek." The worker brushing his matted hair groaned. "I thought they showered you." He scoffed, ripping through a particularly harsh knot. Harry choked out a whine. He was holding his ears against his face. His ears were long and floppy. Unlike most rabbit hybrids, his ears always hung around his chin. They never stood upright.
Harry rubbed the soft fur of his ears against his cheek, his eyes misty.
"Get up. You stink. I'm making them scrub you down again." The worker said, shoving Harry roughly to get him to stand up. Harry flinched a bit but got up. He walked his way back towards where the auction workers were hosing off the hybrids.
Harry looked down, pressing his ears to his cheeks and holding them close to his face.
"Bunny boy stinks. Scrub him down again. He's going on the auction block" The worker that was brushing his hair said.
"He was already washed." The other worker huffed
"Scrub him down again. He reeks like piss."
Harry closed his eyes and covered his face as the two men argued. He walked into the area that they sprayed the hybrids down. He just waited, knowing he was going to have to get washed again.
"Fine!" The other worker snapped. He grabbed the hose and a rough brush on a stick. Harry was already naked, so it made it easy to just spray him down. He whimpered as the cold water hit his skin, feeling sharp and bitter.
"Spread your legs." The worker said. Harry did so. The insides of his thighs were a bit red from a rash. He had been locked in a cage for three days before now. Harry shuddered a bit as the worker harshly scrubbed at his sensitive skin. The rabbit hybrid just closed his eyes again and tried to remain quiet as best he could.
"There! Now go get your hair brushed!" The worker smacked Harry across the shoulder with the scrubbing stick as the hybrid meekly hurried past.
This was all routine here. Part of him wished that he could stay in his cage instead of this. Yes, he was forced to remain sitting in his cage and couldn't stretch out, or relieve himself in any way, but at least he wasn't getting hit and his hurt areas weren't being touched.
"Sit down! We don't have long since you decided you wanted to take your time getting clean." The original worker that had sent him back to get rewashed snapped. Harry didn't argue. He just sat down on the stool, wincing as once more his hair was raked through.
Harry got up, his scalp aching and sore. He could feel his pulse throbbing through his hair. He went to leave, to head out to get dressed before going on stage, but the worker stopped him. He closed the door and glanced up at the clock on the wall
"You're already going to be late..." The man murmured, undoing his belt. "A few minutes aren't really going to change anything."
Harry could feel his heart drop to his stomach. It was all he could do to shuffle backwards until his back hit the wall. Harry swallowed, his throat dry as he kept his gaze on the floor.
The man either didn't notice or, what was more likely, didn't care that Harrys body language was tense and unwelcoming.
Harry took a breath to control himself as the man pressed himself onto Harry. This was nothing new, and at this point it didn't exactly hurt physically- it did, the man went in dry- as much as it hurt Harry emotionally. Every time it was like a punch to the gut. He knew it would happen, but never when or where. Or with who.
It was very stressful.
Harry melted into his happy place, trying to disassociate what was happening with his body. He was laying by a fire place, nibbling on some raw cauliflower, and his owner was petting his ears. Nice and soft-
Harry cried out as the man grabbed one of his floppy ears, pulling it hard as he came in him, yanking the bunny back to reality. Harry was grateful that the man wore a condom, so at least he didn't have to feel any part of him inside of him for longer than this. Harry whimpered as the man kept a firm hold of his ear, pulling Harrys head near his own.
"You know what's gonna happen if you talk. All it takes is a pair of scissors. And they don't even have to be that sharp." The man growled at him. Harry nodded, trying to will away the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He hated crying, but this was all too much.
The man shoved away from Harry, letting go of his ear and pulling his pants up. Harry massaged his ear gently, pushing himself away from where he had been pinned to the wall. He tried not to limp as he walked across the hall to where he would be dressed, holding both of his ears to his cheeks like he usually did.
"You're late. Stupid fucking rabbit." One of the few female workers berated him, throwing an outfit at him. "Get dressed. Then go get in line. We don't have all day."
Harry nodded and grabbed the clothes. He started to pull them on. Most people would think that men would want to buy hybrids when they were naked. No. That wasn't always the case. Naked was for the prettiest hybrids, with the best skin and little to no marks of abuse. No one wanted to see the reality of what being abused looked like on a body. At least not until they got them home.
Though Harry guessed men also like to undress the hybrids like they were presents, their bodies only being seen by their owners.
Harry pulled on a pair of booty shorts with a tail hole that showed off his long legs and his bum. He then put his shirt on, which was a low cut crop top that just hung off of him.
"Come here." The woman ordered. Harry walked over, tensed up and waiting for the woman to hit him. She didn't. She grabbed his collar, a simple black band, and yanked it off, digging through her drawer of collars until she found the one she wanted. It was a white collar, matching the color of his ears. It was much thicker than the black band he wore before.
"Go. Youre done. Line up- wait!" She grabbed his ear as he turned, pulling him back over. Harry choked back another whimper. Why was it always the ears?
"Knee highs. White, with the pink ribbons. Put those on" She ordered. "Your feet are ugly."
Harry frowned. He hated that her criticism hit him so harshly. Why does it matter what she thinks? He pulled the knee highs on, sniffling and looking at her to make sure she didn't have any more suggestions for what he needed to wear.
"Go." She waved her hand at him irritably. Harry nodded and grabbed his ears once more, holding them against his face to keep them from getting grabbed. He rubbed the soft backs of them against his cheeks as he got into line behind the stage. He didnt want to be sold, but he also didnt want to stay here any longer. At least if he was sold he would have a chance at being loved and pet- though if he stayed here he knew what to expect. What if Harrys new owner treated him more harshly than he was treated here?
Harry had this silent debate in his head many times. This wasn't his first auction. He didn't always get bought but when he did, he was always used and returned. The longest he was kept was for 8 months. Then his owner got bored. It hurt to be abandoned again. Every time. No matter how cruelly he was treated, Harry always hated being returned. It made him feel so worthless, so gross. Like an unwanted piece of garbage.
"Go!" One of the workers shoved at Harry. Harry had been so busy debating in his head whether he wanted to sold or not, that he hadn't noticed that he was next up on stage.
Harry frowned and walked forward, taking a deep breath. The lights overhead were harsh, completely obscuring the audience below. That was fine though, Harry never liked to stare at their faces.
"35,000, 35,000 for the rabbit hybrid. " A harsh voice called over the speakers. "Anyone for 35,000?"
"He's used! Marcus bought him two months ago!" One of the men in the audience shouted. Harry looked down, his heart hammering in his chest as the men started to boo.
What did they expect? Virgins hybrids were sold by private sellers for millions. Not at a greasy underground auction house on a random wendesday.
"11,000" Harry heard men start to call out bids for way under his asking price. He couldn't help but feel a little degraded over the various low offers.
"80,000." A voice cut through the crowd. "In cash." The mens voices fell away. Harry looked up, squinting his eyes and trying to see who had called out the high bid. But it was hopeless.
"Sold!" The man over the speaker called out quickly. Harry turned and walked off the stage. He knew the routine. One of the workers clipped a leash onto his collar and pulled him out to the back. Harry wished that the man would just le him walk freely. Harry never ran. He was extremely well behaved, but he was still treated just as roughly as the aggressive hybrids.
Harry grunted out a whimper as he was unceremoniously crammed into a cage once more.
Harrys heart was hammering in his chest. He felt a swirl of emotions. He was excited to get away from the auction house, and at the potential of what a new owner would bring. But that also made him feel a bit of dread. Why was that man so eager to buy him? Harry wasnt anything special. He was a bunny hybrid. Sure, that was less common than a cat or dog but not enough to justify doubling the asking price. Especially when others were going so low. So what was in about Harry that made the man bid so high?
Harry wasn't sure, but all of his instincts were telling him that the reason couldn't have been good.