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Surprise Reading (Part 1)

Library Anthology Series

CLACK!

A current of damp air washed over the fur of a bound jackal, breaking him out of his stupor. He was well built despite being a smaller canine, but no matter how hard he struggled he hadn't been able to break his restraints or unbolt the chair to which he was tied. His mind was pulled from a deep fog, back to a state of semiconsciousness. Unsure of where he was or how he got there. His senses were still numbed, but the rush of fear that washed over him sobered him up enough to fight against his bindings again.

“Oooh, a cute little pup to play with~" A soft, slightly effeminate voice said with a hint of malice rolling off the tongue.

“Who's there?! WHERE AM I?!" The small canine struggled in a desperate panic to break the ropes, despite the futility of their efforts as they sat there in the dark. He helplessly thrashed in place to try and escape as his drug-addled mind reeled with mania.

“P-please… I don't know why you… I don't even know WHO you—" the jackal whimpered.

SNAP!

The Jackel winced at the sudden sound and pissed himself.

“Oh…" The strange voice sounded alarmed.

The Jackel felt their blindfold slowly undone, revealing the very concerned and very pink face of his captor. They were a rodent of sorts, with bright pink fur covering the majority of their body apart from the heart-shaped patch of white fur that spanned from their chest to their navel, though the most eye-catching feature were his bright teal paws and his antennae which were glowing brightly with channeled mana.

“Hey—" The rat said, snapping his fingers. “Look at me. Follow my finger with your eyes."

The canine did his best to comply, though his eye movements were sluggish and his brow was heavily furrowed in confusion.

“Breathe. In… count to four… Breathe with me. IN!" The rat took in a deep breath and the bound jackal mirrored him, holding it in as the rat held up all four of his digits and slowly curled each finger in, one at a time, and then exhaled. “Ok. You good? I'm going to untie you now. No freaking out, okay Nerrim?"

“How do you know my name?"

“Fucksake…" The rat cursed and paused to use his teeth to loosen one of the ropes. “They tied these too tight… Sorry. I know your name because you're my afternoon booking of course, it's been scheduled for weeks but between pissing yourself and the raw terror I was picking up—" the rat paused to tilt his head and point to his antennae. “It occurred to me that you didn't book me yourself."

“I don't—"

The rat raised a hand, waving it dismissively. “You don't need to talk. You're fine. I'm a whore, you're in 'the library' which is under the actual library. I'm what we call a 'best seller' around here, and apparently, I need to yell at somebody for allowing a 'surprise reading.' I can tell you're not the kind who actually enjoys the ravage rooms… But someone forked over twenty-five gold to make sure you had a reeeal good time with me..."

“TWENTY-FIVE GOLD?!" Nerrim exclaimed with derisive surprise.

The rat clicked his teeth and inhaled sharply. “I'm worth every coin." He spoke with a sultry bravado as he elegantly turned in place, arching his tail up Nerrim's chest, flicking the tip of it off his chin while the rat dipped into a split before spinning into a provocative position laying on the ground. He winked at the jackal and then pulled loose the last binding with his footpaw, which he then raised straight up in the air before gently resting the ball of his foot on the ground, leaving the leg bent sharply, revealing his sparsely covered loins. “Ordinarily I'd say you're lucky you even got in a reading with me, but even the most decadent meal can be rather unpleasant to have shoved down your gullet by force."

The rat dug a cigarette out from behind his ear and lit it with a spark of mana between his fingers; he turned his head towards the ceiling as he smoked, closing his eyes after a few drags.

“So… I can go?" Nerrim asked sheepishly

“You can do whatever you want, handsome, that's what you—they paid for. If you want to leave early, I won't be offended"

Nerrim took two paces backward before daring to turn his back, but his feet froze in place as he was halfway through the door. A cool tingling ran up his neck, burrowing a curiosity into his skull. He looked over his shoulder, hand still on the door handle, “Right… twenty-five gold though? Really?"

“Yup." The rat said tersely.

“For… what exactly?"

“For whatever you feel like telling your 'friends' who put you up for this. Tell them whatever you think will make it worth it to them, makes no difference to me." The rat spoke quickly, as if to cut him off from inquiring into a refund. “But I'll be here for the remaining forty-six minutes, with or without you to keep me company, cutie."

“I mean, I didn't pay it anyway so—"

“Mhm." The rat grunted, as if to cut him off and end the conversation.

“Well, I'm curious now… what exactly do people normally pay you twenty-five gold for?"

The rat opened the slits of his eyes slightly, they glowed a sharp, bright yellow as if to punctuate his words. “Some pay me that much to fuck high on mana… or to get out some of their more… cruel desires. I have something for just about anyone. Some like to be on the receiving end of the cruelty like I was told for your booking."

Nerrim looked down at the floor around the chair he had been bound to. His eyes had adjusted to the low light and his mind had steadied enough to take in everything around him. The floor was made of stone and there were spatterings of blood caught in the cracks. The wall had sconces which were both phallic and sharp, green flames danced behind the black metal and cast dancing shadows across the room. Above him were ripples of yellow light, the crystalline veins of a glowstone crossing the ceiling like the roots of a tree. There was a bed with a red blanket over a darker red mattress and all sorts of devices hanging from the wall, some with intuitive sexual use and others that churned the canine's stomach.

“W-who would want… IS THAT A BEARTRAP?!"

The rat turned his head in the direction of the jackal's incredulous stare. “Yup. Not my favorite, but twenty-five gold is hard to turn down and I'm almost as good at healing as I am at… well…" The rat rolled over onto his back with a seductive flourish of his arm, ending with a finger tracing a line between his clavicles down to his groin.

“You… people pay you to torture them?!"

The rodent tilted his head and looked confused for a moment before laughing. “Sometimes! That's what I was told you were looking for. Some enjoy pain as foreplay or to even flirt with death, and you can't exactly ask a priest or a physick to do that with you… well, not most priests." The rat gave a sadistic grin. “That said, usually it's the other way around. Twenty-five gold and they can do just about anything that doesn't quite kill me." He let out a long, lofty exhale and held his chest for a moment. “Should we skip to the part where you decide to use your time or do you want to keep the act up a bit longer?"

“Pardon?"

The rat sighed. “I'm not big on dancing around subtext as a formality before butt-sex. I know some people enjoy the game of it but this isn't flirting, it's you fighting with yourself over whether you should stay and make the best of the remaining forty-two minutes. You're probably telling yourself 'Well, it's already paid, I may as well see what's so special about it,' or justifying it with 'Well if I leave they'll know I pissed myself' and I imagine you've figured out who set this whole thing up." The rat paused to take another drag on their cigarette and pointed to his antennae again “My domain is the body, which is typically used to heal but can read and manipulate emotions as well as elevate sex. I can feel everything you're thinking, and it's not too difficult to guess exactly what you're thinking with your emotions being so LOUD right now. So. What do you want?"

Nerrim stared at the rat, their cheeks flushed and their face wrinkled in anger and consternation. “I don't want to fuck a whore."

The rat jumped and pounced on the Jackal, knocking him to the ground. Nerrim's head slammed against the soft padding of the rat's paw rather than the stone as the rat cradled him delicately as they fell. The rat had a surprising amount of strength and knew exactly how to apply force, the Jackal's more impressive muscles couldn't do anything about the weaker rat from this position, nor could he stop the rat's tail from creeping down into his trousers and wrapping tightly around his inner thigh. The pink rodent leaned down and exhaled a long, slow, warm breath into Nerrim's trembling ear. “Oh yes… you absolutely want to fuck this whore…" he leaned back and wiggled his butt over the canine's groin, “…and there's no point in denying it, I don't need these to know how badly you want it." He bowed his head and shook his antennae so they wiggled inches from the jackal's muzzle, their shimmering glow pulsating as they shimmied from side to side. Then, after pausing for a cruel and sly grin, the rat nimbly arched his back, planted his hands on the ground behind him, and leaped off of the jackal with a backflip before he sashayed towards the bed.

The poor pup could only stare, mouth agape, as he watched the confidant rat slide onto the bed and stare at him with those piercing yellow eyes. “What… is your name?" Nerrim asked hesitantly.

“You can call me whatever you like, baby."

“Is that your playful way of saying you're not going to tell me?"

The rat pointed to the floor. “Bring me my cig and I'll tell you."

Nerrim eyed the rat suspiciously for a moment, refusing to take his eyes off of him as he bent down to pick it up, pinching it as close to the cinder as possible to avoid touching the part that had touched the whore's lips. “Here." The jackal thrust it towards the lying rat.

“Ahhh." The rat smiled with his eyes as he opened his mouth, inviting Nerrim to place the cigarette directly into his mouth.

“Really?" he asked, indignantly.

“Only if you want my name." The whore giggled.

“Fine." Nerrim slowly brought the unlit end of the cigarette to the rat's lips, and they closed around it with a smile. The rat took a long drag from it as Nerrim held it in place and then blew out the smoke in the shape of a heart and winked. “My name is Grithen, and you still have thirty-nine minutes with me if you like."