I gotta say, I love the tactical look

Can I ask where you got those pants? 🫣

The Midwest is dominated by Elastic Solutions, a company known for manufacturing "Living Latex": a substance that can be repurposed to nearly any task. Recently, the company has organized the hostile takeover of the Huston Tropics and the emergent biotech company, NuLyfe.

The East Coast is controlled by Dragon Systems, a British cybernetics company that operates an illicit trafficking and experimentation operation through a network of contracted criminal organizations.

Anthros are human-animal hybrids created before the Surge to fill specialized roles and who are now viewed as one of the lowest tiers of society.

Sylvans are ultra-wealthy humans who, through extensive genetic editing have become more akin to fantastical creatures and elves than people.

Now, several hundred years later, the majority of humanity lives in corporate-owned city states.

Humanity is divided into three main categories: Sylvan, Base, and Anthro.

"Clean me up," he ordered. "Fetch a new suit, then get ready to go." He gave the rabbit a swat on the ass as she moved to leave. "Then come help me pick out our new toy."

He thrust up into her throat, her mouth making sucking sounds before he hilted himself. A spray of vomit erupted from around his shaft and her nostrils. He could just make out a muffed whine before he began to pound her throat. He came quickly, spraying his load across her puke covered face.

He pulled her back by the ears before forcing the head back into her mouth. The rabbit did her best to take his length, working her way down and using her hands to make up the rest. Before long, he groaned in frustration and gripped the back of her head, forcing her down with a wretching sound.

She fished out his massive, knotted cock and began to kiss and lick the tapered head. The pit sighed, idly petting the girl’s head as he relaxed. She tongued along the his shaft, coating his cock in spit before working her way down to his furry balls.

“Don’t worry princess. You’re still my favorite cunt. I know you need some more help around my home so I thought we could pick out a new toy together.” The rabbit sighed, relieved. She placed her hands on the pit’s crotch and unzipped his pants.

He glanced down at her before smiling reassuringly. He gripped her firmly by the long ears and pulled her until she knelt between his legs, nose buried against his crotch. It smelled strongly of sweat, cigar smoke, and fine cotton-like armor fiber.

He nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he growled before leaning back in his chair. The rabbit continued, listing his schedule until she got to a line that made her pause. “Sir… You have a visit to the market today.” She looked up at him with concern.