“I'm willing to let this whole debacle slide, if you're willing to do a small part in fixing it?”
“Yes sir! Anything.”
“We'll need you to take the animatronic's place.” Tyler felt his eyes go wide.
“You mean, be a prostitute for this client!?”
“In a manner. But he won't know you're a person.” Tyler had no idea what he meant. The manager said something into a telephone for a moment, then took Tyler with back to the workshop. Pieces of half assembled furies were strewn on tables and hung on walls, their robotic innards revealed.
The bunny that Tyler had destroyed was in a table of its own while mechanics worked on it in haste. The inside of it looked to have been removed along with a bunch of padding while they tried to fix it. The fur hung rather loosely over some sort of solid frame work of it. Oddly, the mechanics were working on the frame work instead of the actual robotics.
“Yep, looks like he's just the right fit,” a mechanic said, apprizing Tyler as if he was some tool for a specific task. “But you gotta loose your clothes first.”
“What?” Tyler said, confused. Before he knew it, the mechanics had grabbed him and pulled in on the table. His clothes were removed with stunning efficiency. He was naked before he knew it and the mechanics were already clamping bits of the bunny suit onto him and fastening them with power tools.
“Hey! What... Oh!” His penis was slid into a strange device that forced it up between his legs. As the hip framework shoved into place, Tyler felt something slide up inside his butt. He yelped, but the workers just ignored him, locking it in place with bolts and screws so that it could not be removed.
Before Tyler knew it, his legs, thighs, crotch, pelvis, chest, shoulders and arms were all securely wrapped up in the bunny suit. Some residual metal wiring and beams forced him to have to move somewhat robotically. Just a hint, like the rest of the animatronics. Yet even so, the whole thing felt super tight on him. The waist was practically a corset. And something was pinching his nipples. It felt almost deliberate.
He was about to complain when the workers encased his head with the last of the bunny suit. A gag forced Tyler to gape wide in an O ring. It was screwed into place with a drill so that even if Tyler's hands hadn't already been turned into useless paws, he would have no chance of removing it himself.
A false carrot was fitted into the ring like a dildo meant for that very purpose. When Tyler tried to make a muffled noise, the carrot spoke over him in a happy, seductive and playful voice.
“Oh please sir, take me now.” That had not been what Tyler had mean to say. He tried again.
“I need your cock so bad!” Every time he tried to speak, the carrot expanded inside his mouth in response, threatening to start sliding down his throat. It was already huge. And it subsided very slowly. That would easily stop him from trying to speak too much while also masking his muffled attempts.
Lastly, the final hint of his humanity was covered up by the fur. His head was engulfed by the white mask and the windows for his eyes were dark and strictly one way. His trapped penis and his butt plug and even his clamped nipples started to gently hum, teasing him, but not allowing him an erection. And there was nothing he could do about it. He felt them sow the last of the suit shut. He was truly trapped inside now.
“Time for you to be a good animatronic bunny for your client. Don't worry about how he'll use you. The butt plug will allow him to enter you and then carrot can be removed if he wants to use that end. But if you let on that you're a person in there, even for a second, there will be hell to pay.” The manager tapped a remote and electricity zapped through all Tyler's most sensitive areas. He yelped and the carrot slid down his throat in response and happily begged,
“Yes! Punish me more!”