Bad Debts
A little short story I've been hiding away. Second story submission ever...be nice?
Sparrow thought he'd died and gone to heaven. The prostitute was so tight, his cock was alight with pleasure, buried in her depths. He didn't much care how she looked, and hadn't hardly given her a second glance. She was attractive, beautiful even, with raven hair and moderate breasts that were bolstered by her bra. Beyond that, he didn't even know her name. He'd bought time with her, though, and as he fucked her, he considered it well spent.
As he hefted his hips into the girl above him, he could feel his nuts drawing up, he could feel himself on the verge. To spend his seed in her belly and call it a night, now that was his plan. He waited for the climax, but, as his thrusts wore on, he didn't climax. The girl above him did, however, and he felt her messy orgasm coating his lap. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest. They felt strange, his chest felt strange. His cock, buried inside her felt especially strange.
The girl leaned forward, "You never even asked my name. You do know that, right?"
"Nnngh...you picked...hoo..an odd time to ask, ahhh, bring that up." He continued thrusting, trying to find his climax as the girl above him just stopped working. She definitely wasn't getting paid for this time.
She leaned back, squirming a bit, that little action sending him to the absolute edge, but it was like he was on a tether, he couldn't go over, he couldn't climax. "You don't treat the other girls good. You've left some bad debts. I've been called to bring you into the fold."
Sparrow stopped thrusting, "What?"
"Oh, yes. You've been cursed, and that curse is going to do a couple things." She lifts her self up a bit, and he feels his length being tugged on, so tight in her at its base, she'd take him with her if she got up. "Mmmm, and it's begun."
The stimulation wasn't enough to get him back thrusting, but it was tempting to go back to the sex. Curiosity and a hint of anger was taking priority now, however, and he asked, "What sort of curse?"
The girl giggled. There was something about her, more pointed. Her ears, her nose, her teeth, all more pointed. And her hands on his chest, there was something strange, almost fuzzy, but plush, about them. He squirmed a bit as she spoke again, gently caressing his chest, "Well...first, you might have noticed. You can't climax. You can't cum, not unless you've been...unlocked."
"Unlocked?" His crotch felt strange, warm, fuzzy almost, and tingly. Hell, his whole body was feeling so tingly, so strange. "I'll bite. What does that mean?"
He could have sworn that her face was pushing out around the nose and mouth as she talked, but what got him was her breasts. There was a dusting of white, like sugar, that had appeared, coating them. Surrounding them, on her sides and arms was a dusting of a cinnamon-red color, which as it grew, he realized was fur. She was growing fur.
"It tingles, you know." She murmured, "Your second part of the curse. But we're not to that, yet." She giggled a bit, "No. You're locked, you can't cum, until you're unlocked. Your key, whether or not you accept it, will be rubbing your cock against your mate's paw."
"My mate's what? You mean feet, right?" He almost sneers, rolling himself to the side, but for some reason unable to send her over, unable to make her dismount. He succeeds in giving himself pleasure, and causing her to squeak a little.
"Oooh, that was nice. No, paws. Humans have feet. What you are becoming has paws. Oh, and the look on your muzzle is priceless."
"Muzzllllleee" He slurs, feeling a longer tongue than should be there. He can see something beneath his vision, where his nose was, but now longer, wider. It's definitely a muzzle. Looking down, he pulls his hands to his face. His hands, they're now coated in black fur, padded at the fingertips and palms. He feels his face, and looks back up at her. Yes, she has a muzzle too, how could he have missed it growing, the vulpine muzzle, slender and delicate. Her ears perk out sideways, foxen in shape, but not above her head yet. They're moving, however, and promise to be there soon.
"Part of your curse, Sparrow, since you cannot get off without being unlocked. Should you tie with your mate, your cock will be something of a live sex-doll dildo, with you being the sex-doll. It'll never get soft, and it'll only come out when they want it to. Since you're the sex doll, as well, you'll be compelled to do whatever they want of you. So, let's say I want you to, oh, start thrusting again..."
Sparrow's hips moved of their own accord, and he began thrusting into the vixen, "Oh...God...let me go! Let me go!"
"Nnnn...no....no, but you can stop."
He's so hard. So hard, and now unable to move. "Let..let me go, please. I'm so close. Unlock me! Please!"
She smirks, "Allright, get your cock outta my body. Maybe I'll unlock you."
Sparrow withdraws slowly, quivering as his length feels the kiss of cold air. Free of her, he acts quickly, pushing her off of him, onto her back. He reaches, grabbing her right leg, then her left, pulling her paws up to his crotch. The big vulpine paws are pressed up against his cock, and he thrusts, rubbing his length against the sweaty pads, "Nnngh...come on...come on..." He'd expect her to struggle, to scream, to get angry at him, anything but what she did. She laughed.
The vixen laughed, her paws clamping together around his cock, so that his length was squeezing into the furry crevices between the fleshy, tender pads. The pawjob was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt, and yet he couldn't bring himself to climax.
"No, dear. NO, you cannot just grab a set of paws and fuck them. No, don't be silly. You must be invited!" Her laughter had such malice attached to it.
Sparrow slowed his thrusts, looking at her. He let go of her paws, letting her pull them back. He was helpless, he couldn't cum, his rock-hard cock screamed, his body and mind fuzzy from the pleasure.
"Now, you just violated my paws, you just violated them. My toes want you to make amends. Smell them...Suck on them, and do not make it a rush job." She slid closer to him, and pushed her right paw up to his face. The scents were so much more vibrant now.
He grasped it in both hands, inhaling. He could smell her sweat, her musky sweat, and her juices that his cock had rubbed into her fur and pawpads. He pressed his nose into the innermost digit, and his tongue extended. The taste, now, flooded his tongue. He could taste the salty sweat, the tangy feminine cum, the bitter, oily fur that fringed the side of the pad. He engulfed the digit in his mouth, his muzzle, his tongue swirling around it, sucking gently on it. The pad teased his tongue with its plush, yet thick flesh, the fur tickling the roof of his mouth, and the claw, sharp, keeping the back of his tongue on its guard. His body cringing, he made sure each digit got this treatment, each toe, brought into his maw, sucked of its flavor, and released, fur matted with his saliva. He needed climax.
"Good boy..." The vixen murrled, pulling her paw back a bit, then pressing the central pad to his nose, watching him turn his head away, crinkling his nose and face "You'll fit your new role nicely." Her left paw moved down, and a claw stroked the underside of his hard cock, "You didn't enjoy it that much, though, did you."
Sparrow shook his head, pulling his face back from the paw, "No...no, I didn't..." He whines a bit.
She smirks, and withdraws her paw from his face, pressing it instead into his chest, "I'm sure it'll grow on you, pawslut. After all, the only way to enjoy climax," She strokes his length, and he feels something inside his balls churn, "is to pleasure your mate's paws with that cock.
He groans, and starts to buck his hips again, catching the paw between her toes, and riding that spot for a few thrusts before he explodes. He sees all colors of the rainbow behind his eyelids as he clenches them shut, his climax bursting forth in messy jets of hot wolven cum. He howls, though he doesn't realize it.
"See? It's wonderful, isn't it."
Sparrow quakes, coming to his senses. He stands, and looks at her, "I...wow...what have you...what have you done to me?"
"You're a pawslut, now, dear. You're mine, just like all those girls you fucked without paying, or hurt with your recklessness. Mine, and subject to my desires and commands. You're a whore, now, and will be given jobs until your debt is satisfied."
The wolf stands, "What? No, oh no. I'm not gonna be your gigolo, not a chance!" He takes a step back, seeing the door to the room. So close, he thinks, and bolts. He makes it two whole steps before he feels his legs go out under him. He falls.
"Don't think you'll get away so easily." She watches him go, and watches him fall. "When you're not being used, pawslut, you're in storage, and you will practice your tongue-work on yourself in this, your room." She gestures grandly at the plush room around him. The room he hadn't paid much if any attention to as he entered with her.
Sparrow whimpers as he falls, his body not responding for a second. Finally he reconnects with his arms and legs, but they seem to be acting on their own. He rolls into a sitting position, pulling his right paw up, his face pressing into it. He sniffs it, inhaling deeply, sensually. He begins to lick it, deep inside screaming. He licks his paw, sucks his toes, and nibbles at his own claws, pleasuring his paw like he just pleasured hers. He whimpers, feeling the sensations, pleasurable on his pawpads, and he feels a stirring between his legs, his length growing erect from the feel of his tongue on his pawpads.
His pads, wet and sensitive, his tongue sore, he feels himself putting his right paw down, and pulling his left up, beginning the process over again. He heard her leave, his paw obscuring his view, his scent masking hers and her retreat. He was left alone as he licked, sucked, and nibbled on his footpaws, left, right, left, again and again, growing sore and tired. Minutes turned into hours, and his erect length ached. His hands occupied pushing his footpaws against his muzzle, he couldn't even touch himself.
He didn't know how long he'd been stuck there when the door opened again. A voice he wasn't familiar with spoke, and his ears perked to listen. Something inside him told him he needed to listen to the unknown female's voice "Well, well, well, guess my money was well spent." Something inside him told him his night was going to be very long.