"Hello, my friend, and welcome to Kinky Pleasures Brothel and Publican, where we serve all comers... and all appetites. How can I help you today?" Johnny had just secured three contracts from VERY wealthy clients, and was in fine form today as a result. He was, as always, at the back-alley entrance; he handled the more deviant customers personally, and if any authorities came, he was just out taking a smoke break next to an innocuous brick wall, and of course he could answer some questions for them. The door was cunningly disguised, with only Johnny's presence there hinting at its existence.
"You serve up prey, right?" said Zetro. He was a wolf, tall and muscular, with very off-white fur that was probably white when it was clean. His teeth were a corresponding yellow, and his eyes a deeper yellow - with black rings of fur around the eyes to help reduce snowblindness. Zetro WAS from up north, after all. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, despite it being midwinter, and even then only due to the "friendly" warning he'd received about public nudity upon entering the city. The shorts had been complimentary.
"Yes, sir, we do," said Johnny. "O'course, they're not JUST prey. We serve it up as a... uh... sexual experience, dig?"
"Yeah, all right," said Zetro. Due to an altercation when he was younger, his throat had nearly been ripped out - he had survived, obviously, but his vocal chords had been irreparably damaged. Speaking at normal volume was difficult, and when he spoke it was more a scratchy rasp than a voice; still, he could be understood. "How much?"
"For you? $100," said Johnny, and Zetro blinked.
"Oh, shit," he said, turning around. "Nevermind, then."
"Hey - hey - hey, hold on," said Johnny, rushing to grab Zetro's shoulder. A murderous glare flashed across his face, but if Johnny noticed, he paid no heed. "Listen, kid. That price is negotiable, dig? 'ow much you got on you?"
"Twenty-four-fifty," recited Zetro, although it wasn't a number he'd counted himself. That's how much the man had told him he had before Zetro stole it, laughing maniacally as he ran off.
"Well, we could let you in for twenty-five, and put the fifty cents on your... ah... your tab, because I got a feeling you'll be in here again."
"Huh," said Zetro, chuckling once. "You got THAT right."
"Actually... listen, kid, you workin' right now?"
"No," said Zetro. "Why?"
"Well, it just so happens we have us a position available, for a pred. That's, uh, short for predator."
"I know," snapped Zetro. He was becoming impatient, but the offer of a job was intriguing... "What's the pay?"
"Room, board, and food, obviously," said Johnny. "We pays you a little for... uh... extra purchases, but we have someone inside who handles that. We prefer that our preds stay inside."
"Mmph," said Zetro, baring his teeth. "Not sure I like the sound of that. Hate buildings as it is."
"Well, we may be able to construct an outdoor environment for you," said Johnny. "Up on the roof. If you make th' grade, o'course. We often reward our preds with... bonuses."
"Maybe," said Zetro. "I don't wanna just end up some fat slob, though. I heard you got those in there."
"You clearly haven't heard about Brittany," said Johnny. "Very athetic, a complete NUT about being fit. We made a workout gym for 'er, and she often complains about not havin' a partner."
"What is she?" said Zetro. He kept asking questions, acting like he was on the fence, but Johnny knew he was hooked.
"Leopard," said Johnny. "Not a full snow leopard, but there's enough mixed in there to show. Tell you what - you come in for an, ah, audition. One o' our disposable gals. Just like if you was comin' in here as a customer, but you don't pay."
"Guess I could do an audition, at least," said Zetro, scratching behind one ear.
"Excellent," said Johnny, putting an arm around Zetro's massive shoulders. This earned him another murderous glare, but Zetro allowed himself to be led, for now. The brick door opened, seemingly at Johnny's presence - in truth, he paid a massive minotaur to open and close it. There was a small monitor just inside that let the minotaur see when Johnny wanted to come in. Zetro, of course, knew none of this - he knew he'd come here looking for a meal and had been rewarded with a potential job, and with a free meal, at the very least. He grinned. Prey had always been a sexual experience for him, and now he might get to toss them back for free.
Johnny led him down a narrow hallway just across from the hall. The second-last door in that section of the hall read "Closed for Hibernation".
"The fuck does that mean?" asked Zetro.
"Oh, that," said Johnny. "We had a girl down there - Yvette - Swiss brown bear, right straightforward gal. We had it set up in there so she'd always be feedin' for hibernation, to, ah, make it a better experience for the customers. Unfortunately, she started havin' problems... th' doc said she was too fat, had to hibernate to lose some o' that fat. So we lowered the settings 'n' made a proper winter for 'er."
"How long'll she be out?" asked Zetro, fingering the corner of the makeshift sign.
"Four months," said Johnny, shaking his head. "After that, we'll have 'er following th' normal yearly schedule, to avoid any more, ah, problems." They turned left and continued down the hallway. This hallway was wider, with various stage equipment lying around. Zetro found himself staring at some of it, but Johnny just grabbed him and pulled him forward. Finally, at the next corner where the hallway veered left once more, they entered room 6, right at the corner.
A bunny girl was sitting on a chair in there, one leg over the other. She was naked. At the sight of Zetro she smiled and winked; Zetro responded with a smile that was more him opening his mouth and baring his teeth, and she shrank back; her smile never faded, and even grew wider.
"Now, what kinda eatin' are you into?" asked Johnny.
Zetro looked at him, confused. "Eating, duh."
"No, no, no," said Johnny, putting his hand on Zetro's shoulder. Zetro allowed it, something he didn't ordinarily do. "I mean, how do you eat your prey?"
"Chew and swallow," said Zetro. "Are all your questions going to be this stupid?"
"It's a valid question," said Johnny. "The majority of our customers prefer to be swallowed whole, and more than a few are on a waiting list for a male pred."
"Ugh," said Zetro, rubbing his jaw. "Sounds like it'd hurt."
"Wait here," said Johnny. "I'll bring Brittany and another bunny in, she can show you how it's done." He left, leaving Zetro alone with the bunny.
Zetro sat on the floor, cross-legged. He pulled off his shorts - he didn't think this was the kind of place that frowned on nudity - and tossed them carelessly into the corner. They were just a pair of plain blue shorts that only went halfway down his thighs, more to cover up nudity than to offer any real functionality.
"So what's your name, handsome?" Zetro looked up. The bunny was looking at him and smiling prettily. Zetro felt a bit of disgust welling up inside - he hated fake girls like her.
"Zetro," he answered, studying the room. It was very plain, furnished only with a fireplace, a bed and one chair. It was a designated bondage room, but being more of a spare room it was also used for auditions like this.
"I'm Chelsea," said the bunny, and Zetro had to stop himself from saying "As if I care" to her. He didn't want to piss her off when she would be going in his stomach soon enough. Still, why should he care?
While he was pondering this, the bunny tossed her ears back; they were bound near the end, and the binding weighed them down enough to keep it down. Zetro stood up and began looking at the walls, and the roof.
"Whatcha doin'?" said Chelsea.
"Looking for potential escape routes," said Zetro.
"Silly," said Chelsea, giggling. "There ain't no need for that. It's safe here."
"All I know is that anytime I have a proper meal in this city, I gotta have some kind of escape or I'm goin' to jail," said Zetro. There were no windows, and the chimney, upon closer examination, was too small for even the relatively thin bunny to fit into. He found himself looking at her, and each time he did he found something else to dislike. The ears. The sheen of her fur, obviously due to fur-care products. The way she watched how she moved, moving only to try to seduce whoever happened to be in the room. He gritted his teeth and hoped Johnny got back soon.
"You're funny," said Chelsea, and Zetro whipped his head around at her, glaring. She shrank back, but that smile only grew and one hand went to her crotch. Did this... turn her on?"
"Fuck you," Zetro offered, and Chelsea giggled, spreading her legs. Zetro was about to take her up on that offer, a hatefuck if there ever was one, when the door opened. Chelsea's legs snapped shut so fast Zetro wondered if they'd ever been opened.
Brittany's fur was a relatively dull, sandy colour, with enough white mixed in to make it completely unremarkable. This only served to contrast with the rest of her body, which was amazing. She had a little fat on her, but her muscles were toned without being buff. Behind her trailed a naked rabbit, whose wrist she held. He looked slightly reluctant, but his erection told otherwise. Johnny entered last, closing and locking the door.
"All right, let's get started," said Johnny, clapping his hands. "Now, Zetro, watch Brittany. Watch her technique... ah, how she does it."
"I know what you meant," snapped Zetro, but he kept his eyes on Brittany.
As Zetro watched, Britanny used her right hand to unhinge her jaw while holding on to the bunny with her left. The rabbit squeaked in feigned terror as she lifted him easily with both hands, putting him into her mouth. She began to swallow, closing her eyes as she did so; Zetro watched as she stretched into various positions to accomodate the entering prey. Soon enough, she closed her mouth and popped her jaw back into place, the rabbit's struggles barely visible from outside. She belched, and the rabbit's struggles slowly ceased. She moved carefully over to the bed and sat down to watch Zetro.
"I don't think I'm that flexible," said Zetro.
"Ever unhinge yer jaw?" asked Johnny.
"No," said Zetro, and Johnny nodded, pointing at Brittany. She patted the bed beside her, and he walked over and sat down. She turned her head towards him rather slowly, wincing slightly.
"It hurts the first few times you do it," said Brittany, "but after that, you get used to it. After you do it, there's a special mouthwash that re-lubricates the jaw joints so you don't wear them out." She pulled out a small bottle and squirted a mouthful into her mouth, swishing it around. Johnny produce a small metal dish and Brittany spat into it. There was considerably less liquid left.
"Your jaw isn't really *meant* to unhinge, but being preds, it sometimes becomes necessary. Grab your jaw in your hand, with thumb and pointer finger right where the two jaws meet... that's it... and push in." Zetro's jaw made two rather loud popping noises, and he gasped involuntarily, wincing.
"Just let it sit like that for a moment," said Brittany. "Best to hold it up with your other hand, there." He did. "Just wait until the pain recedes... yeah... there you go."
"Feels weird," said Zetro. "Like it's not even there."
"Be sure to hold it up until you're using it, or it WON'T be there," said Brittany. "Now, away you go."
Zetro stood up, an intimidating 6'3" and 230 pounds of muscle. The bunny in the chair gasped, fingering herself. Zetro felt all of the disgust seeing her brought on, and leapt at her, grabbing her and stuffing her into his maw.
Ordinarily, there would be some struggle on the pred's part, with some gagging, but Zetro's animalistic rage gave him the edge in this regard. He nearly gagged, but kept swallowing past it, unwittingly hitting the bunny's face with vomit before she hit his stomach. This drew a surprised scream that was barely heard even by Zetro, but hear it he did. He grinned around her as her thighs passed his lips, going down his throat with surprising efficacy. Soon he was closing his mouth over her feet, savouring the flavour before sending her down.
Johnny began clapping slowly, jaw agape. Brittany gave Zetro some more advice about how to lock his jaw back into place, and he did so, accepting a bottle of the lubricating mouthwash Johnny handed him. He spat into the same bowl as Brittany did, and unbeknownst to him, that bowl would be used upstairs for a couple of indiscriminate body-fluid fetishists. In a place like this, waste not want not wasn't just a motto, it was a given.
"I think you're hired, kid - job's yours if you want it. And about that outdoor room... no problem. None whatsoever." Johnny clapped him a couple of times on the back before heading to the door. "Brittany, if you could just give Zetro here the grand tour, I'll be out back. Gotta be ready for those customers. Zetro, you'll start tomorrow - good luck as though you need it!" The door remained ajar as he hurried down the hall.
Brittany stood up slowly and stretched very carefully. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yeah," said Zetro.
"Once you get a few more under your belt, so to speak, you should try sex while you have prey inside you - completely different experience."
"Was that an offer?" said Zetro, earning a light laugh.
"Maybe," said Brittany, "we'll see. In the meantime, I'll show you what happens where, so you don't walk into anything too unexpected - I had that happen in my first week here. Walked into the watersports section." She shuddered. "Not that I disapprove, or anything, it just seems... I don't know."
"What the hell's a watersport?" said Zetro, and Brittany stifled a laugh. The two walked down the hallway, stomachs gurgling and sagging from the weight of their prey, soon to be nothing but nutrients and shit to be used for the corprophiliacs.
"You serve up prey, right?" said Zetro. He was a wolf, tall and muscular, with very off-white fur that was probably white when it was clean. His teeth were a corresponding yellow, and his eyes a deeper yellow - with black rings of fur around the eyes to help reduce snowblindness. Zetro WAS from up north, after all. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, despite it being midwinter, and even then only due to the "friendly" warning he'd received about public nudity upon entering the city. The shorts had been complimentary.
"Yes, sir, we do," said Johnny. "O'course, they're not JUST prey. We serve it up as a... uh... sexual experience, dig?"
"Yeah, all right," said Zetro. Due to an altercation when he was younger, his throat had nearly been ripped out - he had survived, obviously, but his vocal chords had been irreparably damaged. Speaking at normal volume was difficult, and when he spoke it was more a scratchy rasp than a voice; still, he could be understood. "How much?"
"For you? $100," said Johnny, and Zetro blinked.
"Oh, shit," he said, turning around. "Nevermind, then."
"Hey - hey - hey, hold on," said Johnny, rushing to grab Zetro's shoulder. A murderous glare flashed across his face, but if Johnny noticed, he paid no heed. "Listen, kid. That price is negotiable, dig? 'ow much you got on you?"
"Twenty-four-fifty," recited Zetro, although it wasn't a number he'd counted himself. That's how much the man had told him he had before Zetro stole it, laughing maniacally as he ran off.
"Well, we could let you in for twenty-five, and put the fifty cents on your... ah... your tab, because I got a feeling you'll be in here again."
"Huh," said Zetro, chuckling once. "You got THAT right."
"Actually... listen, kid, you workin' right now?"
"No," said Zetro. "Why?"
"Well, it just so happens we have us a position available, for a pred. That's, uh, short for predator."
"I know," snapped Zetro. He was becoming impatient, but the offer of a job was intriguing... "What's the pay?"
"Room, board, and food, obviously," said Johnny. "We pays you a little for... uh... extra purchases, but we have someone inside who handles that. We prefer that our preds stay inside."
"Mmph," said Zetro, baring his teeth. "Not sure I like the sound of that. Hate buildings as it is."
"Well, we may be able to construct an outdoor environment for you," said Johnny. "Up on the roof. If you make th' grade, o'course. We often reward our preds with... bonuses."
"Maybe," said Zetro. "I don't wanna just end up some fat slob, though. I heard you got those in there."
"You clearly haven't heard about Brittany," said Johnny. "Very athetic, a complete NUT about being fit. We made a workout gym for 'er, and she often complains about not havin' a partner."
"What is she?" said Zetro. He kept asking questions, acting like he was on the fence, but Johnny knew he was hooked.
"Leopard," said Johnny. "Not a full snow leopard, but there's enough mixed in there to show. Tell you what - you come in for an, ah, audition. One o' our disposable gals. Just like if you was comin' in here as a customer, but you don't pay."
"Guess I could do an audition, at least," said Zetro, scratching behind one ear.
"Excellent," said Johnny, putting an arm around Zetro's massive shoulders. This earned him another murderous glare, but Zetro allowed himself to be led, for now. The brick door opened, seemingly at Johnny's presence - in truth, he paid a massive minotaur to open and close it. There was a small monitor just inside that let the minotaur see when Johnny wanted to come in. Zetro, of course, knew none of this - he knew he'd come here looking for a meal and had been rewarded with a potential job, and with a free meal, at the very least. He grinned. Prey had always been a sexual experience for him, and now he might get to toss them back for free.
Johnny led him down a narrow hallway just across from the hall. The second-last door in that section of the hall read "Closed for Hibernation".
"The fuck does that mean?" asked Zetro.
"Oh, that," said Johnny. "We had a girl down there - Yvette - Swiss brown bear, right straightforward gal. We had it set up in there so she'd always be feedin' for hibernation, to, ah, make it a better experience for the customers. Unfortunately, she started havin' problems... th' doc said she was too fat, had to hibernate to lose some o' that fat. So we lowered the settings 'n' made a proper winter for 'er."
"How long'll she be out?" asked Zetro, fingering the corner of the makeshift sign.
"Four months," said Johnny, shaking his head. "After that, we'll have 'er following th' normal yearly schedule, to avoid any more, ah, problems." They turned left and continued down the hallway. This hallway was wider, with various stage equipment lying around. Zetro found himself staring at some of it, but Johnny just grabbed him and pulled him forward. Finally, at the next corner where the hallway veered left once more, they entered room 6, right at the corner.
A bunny girl was sitting on a chair in there, one leg over the other. She was naked. At the sight of Zetro she smiled and winked; Zetro responded with a smile that was more him opening his mouth and baring his teeth, and she shrank back; her smile never faded, and even grew wider.
"Now, what kinda eatin' are you into?" asked Johnny.
Zetro looked at him, confused. "Eating, duh."
"No, no, no," said Johnny, putting his hand on Zetro's shoulder. Zetro allowed it, something he didn't ordinarily do. "I mean, how do you eat your prey?"
"Chew and swallow," said Zetro. "Are all your questions going to be this stupid?"
"It's a valid question," said Johnny. "The majority of our customers prefer to be swallowed whole, and more than a few are on a waiting list for a male pred."
"Ugh," said Zetro, rubbing his jaw. "Sounds like it'd hurt."
"Wait here," said Johnny. "I'll bring Brittany and another bunny in, she can show you how it's done." He left, leaving Zetro alone with the bunny.
Zetro sat on the floor, cross-legged. He pulled off his shorts - he didn't think this was the kind of place that frowned on nudity - and tossed them carelessly into the corner. They were just a pair of plain blue shorts that only went halfway down his thighs, more to cover up nudity than to offer any real functionality.
"So what's your name, handsome?" Zetro looked up. The bunny was looking at him and smiling prettily. Zetro felt a bit of disgust welling up inside - he hated fake girls like her.
"Zetro," he answered, studying the room. It was very plain, furnished only with a fireplace, a bed and one chair. It was a designated bondage room, but being more of a spare room it was also used for auditions like this.
"I'm Chelsea," said the bunny, and Zetro had to stop himself from saying "As if I care" to her. He didn't want to piss her off when she would be going in his stomach soon enough. Still, why should he care?
While he was pondering this, the bunny tossed her ears back; they were bound near the end, and the binding weighed them down enough to keep it down. Zetro stood up and began looking at the walls, and the roof.
"Whatcha doin'?" said Chelsea.
"Looking for potential escape routes," said Zetro.
"Silly," said Chelsea, giggling. "There ain't no need for that. It's safe here."
"All I know is that anytime I have a proper meal in this city, I gotta have some kind of escape or I'm goin' to jail," said Zetro. There were no windows, and the chimney, upon closer examination, was too small for even the relatively thin bunny to fit into. He found himself looking at her, and each time he did he found something else to dislike. The ears. The sheen of her fur, obviously due to fur-care products. The way she watched how she moved, moving only to try to seduce whoever happened to be in the room. He gritted his teeth and hoped Johnny got back soon.
"You're funny," said Chelsea, and Zetro whipped his head around at her, glaring. She shrank back, but that smile only grew and one hand went to her crotch. Did this... turn her on?"
"Fuck you," Zetro offered, and Chelsea giggled, spreading her legs. Zetro was about to take her up on that offer, a hatefuck if there ever was one, when the door opened. Chelsea's legs snapped shut so fast Zetro wondered if they'd ever been opened.
Brittany's fur was a relatively dull, sandy colour, with enough white mixed in to make it completely unremarkable. This only served to contrast with the rest of her body, which was amazing. She had a little fat on her, but her muscles were toned without being buff. Behind her trailed a naked rabbit, whose wrist she held. He looked slightly reluctant, but his erection told otherwise. Johnny entered last, closing and locking the door.
"All right, let's get started," said Johnny, clapping his hands. "Now, Zetro, watch Brittany. Watch her technique... ah, how she does it."
"I know what you meant," snapped Zetro, but he kept his eyes on Brittany.
As Zetro watched, Britanny used her right hand to unhinge her jaw while holding on to the bunny with her left. The rabbit squeaked in feigned terror as she lifted him easily with both hands, putting him into her mouth. She began to swallow, closing her eyes as she did so; Zetro watched as she stretched into various positions to accomodate the entering prey. Soon enough, she closed her mouth and popped her jaw back into place, the rabbit's struggles barely visible from outside. She belched, and the rabbit's struggles slowly ceased. She moved carefully over to the bed and sat down to watch Zetro.
"I don't think I'm that flexible," said Zetro.
"Ever unhinge yer jaw?" asked Johnny.
"No," said Zetro, and Johnny nodded, pointing at Brittany. She patted the bed beside her, and he walked over and sat down. She turned her head towards him rather slowly, wincing slightly.
"It hurts the first few times you do it," said Brittany, "but after that, you get used to it. After you do it, there's a special mouthwash that re-lubricates the jaw joints so you don't wear them out." She pulled out a small bottle and squirted a mouthful into her mouth, swishing it around. Johnny produce a small metal dish and Brittany spat into it. There was considerably less liquid left.
"Your jaw isn't really *meant* to unhinge, but being preds, it sometimes becomes necessary. Grab your jaw in your hand, with thumb and pointer finger right where the two jaws meet... that's it... and push in." Zetro's jaw made two rather loud popping noises, and he gasped involuntarily, wincing.
"Just let it sit like that for a moment," said Brittany. "Best to hold it up with your other hand, there." He did. "Just wait until the pain recedes... yeah... there you go."
"Feels weird," said Zetro. "Like it's not even there."
"Be sure to hold it up until you're using it, or it WON'T be there," said Brittany. "Now, away you go."
Zetro stood up, an intimidating 6'3" and 230 pounds of muscle. The bunny in the chair gasped, fingering herself. Zetro felt all of the disgust seeing her brought on, and leapt at her, grabbing her and stuffing her into his maw.
Ordinarily, there would be some struggle on the pred's part, with some gagging, but Zetro's animalistic rage gave him the edge in this regard. He nearly gagged, but kept swallowing past it, unwittingly hitting the bunny's face with vomit before she hit his stomach. This drew a surprised scream that was barely heard even by Zetro, but hear it he did. He grinned around her as her thighs passed his lips, going down his throat with surprising efficacy. Soon he was closing his mouth over her feet, savouring the flavour before sending her down.
Johnny began clapping slowly, jaw agape. Brittany gave Zetro some more advice about how to lock his jaw back into place, and he did so, accepting a bottle of the lubricating mouthwash Johnny handed him. He spat into the same bowl as Brittany did, and unbeknownst to him, that bowl would be used upstairs for a couple of indiscriminate body-fluid fetishists. In a place like this, waste not want not wasn't just a motto, it was a given.
"I think you're hired, kid - job's yours if you want it. And about that outdoor room... no problem. None whatsoever." Johnny clapped him a couple of times on the back before heading to the door. "Brittany, if you could just give Zetro here the grand tour, I'll be out back. Gotta be ready for those customers. Zetro, you'll start tomorrow - good luck as though you need it!" The door remained ajar as he hurried down the hall.
Brittany stood up slowly and stretched very carefully. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yeah," said Zetro.
"Once you get a few more under your belt, so to speak, you should try sex while you have prey inside you - completely different experience."
"Was that an offer?" said Zetro, earning a light laugh.
"Maybe," said Brittany, "we'll see. In the meantime, I'll show you what happens where, so you don't walk into anything too unexpected - I had that happen in my first week here. Walked into the watersports section." She shuddered. "Not that I disapprove, or anything, it just seems... I don't know."
"What the hell's a watersport?" said Zetro, and Brittany stifled a laugh. The two walked down the hallway, stomachs gurgling and sagging from the weight of their prey, soon to be nothing but nutrients and shit to be used for the corprophiliacs.
Kinky Pleasures is not a business to shirk its civic responsibility. Here we see a down-on-his-luck wolf offered the chance of a lifetime - long-term paid sex, and vore - and all he has to do is pass an audition. Simple, right? Well, vore is not as easy as it may seem, not even in this alternate Earth.
Contains vore and some sexual themes, more suggestive than anything. Also, I get to use Zetro as a character. He's been one of my characters for many years, and was in one of the first stories I wrote for general consumption (sadly, it never saw the light of day and now resides somewhere in Harddrive Hell). Enjoy the story, and - as always - critique welcome.
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Posted by Choco0 13 years ago Report
Great story, too bad there's no more with Zetro !