Perverts 'R' Us

King of the Rebits (A Commodities saga)

By Loki925 ( Sci-fi, M/g+ )

Part 1, The Ratoo:

My name is Kre Zat, former owner of Recondition Inc. I now own a very large Rebit settlement. I don't know why no one ever thought of farming, or should I call it raising Rabbits. Rabbits are the very early offspring of Rebit girls. Rebits are white fur-covered bipedal creatures. The average height of an adult female Rebit is 4' 4" and they weigh approximately 100 lbs.

An average healthy female will normally have a litter of four Rabbits every six standard months for two standard years. At that time I sell the worn out females to Ratoo.

The litter of a healthy female Rebit will always be three females and one male. I send the inferior males to Ratoo, keeping only the finest males for procreation. With my selective breeding program I now have the finest Rebits and Rabbits in the universe. There is of course new competition, but they do not have the capital I have to run a proper breeding program.

I have 300 employees, all Unkoins. With their three sex organs they are perfectly suited for this work. There is no way this you can raise Rebits and Rabbits without having over-sexed Unkoins around. Why, I have seen a single Unko service 50 horny 4 standard- year-old Rebit girls in a single day.

Rebits are a docile race with very low IQs which makes them easy to exploit. All you have to do is feed them, give them plenty of clean water, provide them with proper shelter and sanitation, and you have a happy bunch of Rebits. I have even learned their simple language.

My sexual taste is for three summers Rebit girls. Ah! Here comes my new Rebit girl, she has the finest white fur.

I speak to her in her language, "Car!" (Which means carrot)

She answers, "Happy."

With her tiny feet she pitter-patters her way onto my large lap. She sure is a cutie, but she has no idea what she is about to pay for that carrot.

Her small soft, little, white fur legs are wide open just above my lower organ, which I now call a cock. I know it is a vulgar word but every one is using it these days. She snuggles against my large taunt red belly. She is so soft my cock starts to rise. I look at her smiling face as she munches on her sweet carrot.

I keep my eyes glued to hers. I put my one hand around her small frame. I lift her up and she giggles. I put the head of my very large cock against her small Rebit sex organ. May as well call it a cunt, common vulgar word for a female's sex. I watch her tiny green eyes and drive my large cock into her small cunt.

Her eyes bulge. She screeches, "Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!"

I do love this part. Her small face is so contorted.

"Hurt! Hurt!"

I show her no mercy. She is a commodity, and I own her. I drive her small body up and down my large cock.

"Hurt! Hurt! Hurt!"

She tries to struggle, but she has no chance of escaping my strong grip.

"Hurt! Hurt!" She finally drops her sweet carrot. I feel her cunt giving way to my brutal assault.

"Hurt!" I can see her eyes changing. She is shocked.

"Hap---py?"

I have her now. At this point I have two choices. One, drive the last half of my cock into her, killing her of course. Two, let her cum.

She is worth too much to simply kill, so I continue using her and let her cum for the very first time.

"Happy! Happy! Happy!" My cum tears into her small cunt. She looks at me with very strange eyes.

My cock shrinks and as it fall out of her small cunt, there is an audible 'POP'.

Her face is so precious, she has no idea what to think. I give her another sweet carrot and say, "Ne Da?" (Ne Da---next day)

She pauses for some time before answering "K."

I will use her for a few standard days then put her back on the farm. When she is 4 summers old and full-grown, I will put her on the standard monthly galactic cargo ship with other Rebits and Rabbits going to Ratoo.

She won't be worth as much an 11 standard month old Rabbit, but she will still fetch a good price.

My galactic phone rings. I pick it up and say, "Hello, Kre Zat Rebit farm."

"Kre. This is Dek Dak."

"Hi Dek, how are things at the old plant?"

"We need you to come back and help us with the 'Fuck me' unit."

"No."

"Not even for 200 million credits?"

"Not even for 200 billion credits. Send her to Ratoo. She will fetch a fair price.

"Do it for an old friend then."

"What is she, sixteen now?"

"Four standard months shy."

"At seventeen she will be worthless."

"The man said he did not care."

"Crap! You know he can't keep her past seventeen."

"Please, for me."

"No. Send her to Ratoo while you still have a chance."

I hang up the phone. It rings again. I press a button on the phone. It sends the following message, "Call harassment is illegal. Please do not call again. Your number has been recorded."

An hour later I call a commodities broker. I tell him if a platinum blond sixteen-year-old Earth girl commodity comes up for sale I wish to proffer a bid of 2 million credits for the right one.

He was shocked at that but recorded my offer. I sent him a signed standard disclaimer form. If the Earth girl commodity comes up for sale, I will get a holographic picture before any purchase.

If I get her, I will send her to Ratoo. It is said that the advanced race of rats that live on Ratoo eat young girls raw. It is probably true; I never knew or heard of any female commodity that returned from Ratoo. But whatever happens to her on Ratoo, It will destroy any mating instinct that I may still have for the girl. I really must get her out of my system.

I check my orders for Rebits and Rabbits and find for the second standard month in a row, the planet Ratoo has purchased my entire months supply of Rebits and Rabbits. I see no cause for concern. They do pay top credits for them.

I hear the 'Beep' of my orbital defense system. While the risk of a pirate attack is very small, one cannot be too cautious. Pirates used to be a huge problem until the Galactic Council formed the Space Corps. The new Corps destroyed all but one of the pirate bases. The last base is believed to be somewhere in the sensor blind zone of the Corbit system. The Corbit system is an uncharted and unstable system of about 500 planets. It is indeed a good place to hide a pirate base.

Most trade ships take other tracks well away from the Corbit system, but there are still a few unwise captains, who in order to save a few standard hours plot a foolish course near the Corbit system.

The defense system clears the ship as friendly. The ship is a Mercury messenger ship. I wonder who is using the super secure, super fast Mercury messengers to contact me. I go to my spaceport and wait. I do not have to wait long. In a matter of a few standard minutes the ship lands. The messenger scans my ID and he hands me a small envelope. I sign for the envelope and in a flash the messenger is gone.

I open the envelope. I read, "Mr. Kre Zat. Please accept our humble invitation to visit our world of Ratoo to discuss a very lucrative offer."

Ratoo! No one has been invited to visit Ratoo for centuries. This is one offer I cannot turn down. I make the necessary arrangements. I choose my finest 11-month-old Rabbit.

Two standard days later I am landing on Ratoo.

I find the Rats to be not unlike the other many advanced life forms I have met. They are about 6' 6" tall with brown or black furry bodies. Their teeth look quite sharp, but except for the fur and teeth they look nothing like the common house rat.

I am also informed that the reason they eat commodities is out of necessity. It seems that synthetic protein lacks an essential molecule necessary in the diet of all Rats.

They accept my gift and I am invited to dinner. I accept. I just hope I am not expected to eat a raw commodity. At dinner I am informed that I am not expected to eat raw food. They had prepared a specially cooked dish for me. I breathe a sigh of relief. The reason for the dinner invitation is for me to witness how civilized the Rats are. I am told that whatever commodity they eat, it will feel no pain. In fact it will be happy to be eaten by the Rats.

I watch with keen interest as a dozen furless pink Rabbits are brought into the dining room. I recognize one of them to be my gift Rabbit. She is smiling. The head Rat beckons her to come to him. She gleefully jumps onto the lap of the large Rat. The head Rat offers her a sweet carrot. I hear her say "Happy."

I watch as the head Rat places her on a table. He rubs her skin with what I believe is some type of spices. I watch as the head Rat twists the small Rabbit's leg, breaking it at the hip joint. He then uses a laser knife to cut the leg off the small rabbit.

The small 11-month-old Rabbit is unfazed that her leg has just been separated from her small body. In fact she is quite happy munching on her sweet carrot. I wonder what they used on the small Rabbit to make her so compliant and without pain. I would ask, but it's probably proprietary information.

I watch the head Rat toss the flesh-less Rabbit leg bone into a large bucket. I am told the bones will be sold. I watch the head Rat as he continues to slice the Rabbit into pieces. The 11-month-old Rabbit never stops smiling. In fact, she seems be joyous that she is being eaten alive by the much larger Rat. As I watch, I was amazed how long the little Rabbit remained alive, she did not expire until, he sliced off her head, and still with her head on the table, she had a bright carrot-stuffed smile

Dinner was a quick affair.

After dinner, I was given a tour of their commodities facilities. I found them to be quite up to date and all their commodities were treated with the utmost care.

After the tour, I met with the head Rat and his ministers. We discussed some minor items before the head Rat said, "We are going to proffer a bid for the Rebit home world. After the purchase, we would like you to be the new administrator of the Rebit home world."

I was stunned. I did not think it was possible to purchase an entire home world. So I asked, "Where would you get the 50 trillion credits to buy the Rebit home world, and why would you want to purchase it in the first place?"

"We have made arrangements to borrow 40 trillion credits from several large banks. The answer to your second question is simple. As you know, the Rebit home world suffers greatly from over population. Billions of Rebits die each standard year from starvation. We wish to put an end to this needless suffering."

It was unlikely that they cared about the suffering of the Rebits. It was more likely that the quality of the Rebits they were receiving from the Rebit home world was very poor, I thought. But I decided to accept.

"I want full authority to run the planet any way I see fit."

"Granted."

"I also want 20 million credits a month plus bonuses, and you pay the wages of all my staff."

"Your offer is a little high but quite reasonable."

"Good. Put it in writing and I will sign."

One standard day later I signed the contract.

In six standard months I had the population of the Rebit home world down to 2 billion. I ship one billion healthy, high grade Rabbits and older Rebits to Ratoo each month. I ship an additional 500 million Rabbits to other worlds.

Two standard years later, the Ratoo paid off their entire debt and I got a ten billion credit bonus.

I am now the eighty-second richest life form in the universe. I had my sex glands removed from my tongue and transferred to my lower organ. This procedure, while costly, removed my strong desire to procreate and heightened the pleasure I receive from my large lower sex organ.

I have a nice home with all the amenities on the Rebit home world. I popped my anti-pheromone pill into my mouth and I awaited the arrival of my new blond-haired 9-year-old Earth girl commodity.

Ah, here she is now. A truly beautiful commodity. She passes by my old commodity that is off to Ratoo. They both pause for a moment and stare at each other. Their look makes my lower organ hard.

The old commodity leaves and I beckon the new one to suck my lower organ. She hesitates at first. Just the way I like it. She then moves forward, puts her small mouth on my organ, and clumsily starts to suck it.

A few moments later her programming kicks in and she starts to enjoy her work. I can hardly wait to taste her virgin blood.

She will give me much pleasure, and when I tire of her I will send her to Ratoo and purchase another.

I heard that the 'Fuck me' commodity was sent back to her owner. I don't know what he or she did with her, nor do I care. She was just a commodity. As for me, I am King of the Rebits.

And it is indeed good to be King.

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