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(Jean-Luc Garson is not my character and all credit for his character goes to his creator. I apologize for the artistic license I took with him. =p

(Note: The character of Jean-Luc Garson is supposed to be depicted as over the age of 18 in compliance with federal law.)

Adrian walked quickly between the other, larger creatures in the crowded street. This section of town was always busy close to sundown. The Inns, bars and brothels were all opening for business and people were eager to get a drink or a whore. Adrian had been on his own for quite a few years. Living day to day on the money he could get from women who paid for his 'services'. He had too much self-respect to do things like that too often and usually resorted to doing odd jobs, but everyone once in a while he had no choice but to sell out.

Adrian slowly opened the door to the inn, making sure the coast was clear. There weren't that many other furres inside. There was a grey fox behind the bar idly cleaning glasses, a couple of fox femmes were sitting at the bar sipping drinks and conversing and a group of bulls sitting at a round table playing cards. There wasn't much opportunity to pick anyone's pocket in here. In fact, the crowd outside would have been better, but he had been walking outside for nearly an hour. He had no shoes and his feet were sore. Also, being surrounded by so many others, most of which were larger than him, was making him claustrophobic. He took a seat at a table, leaning back in his chair to relax. He folded his useless wings in tight to his back, closing his eyes. The heat outside was nearly unbearable, and being a bat with midnight black fur was no help at all. The air in here was much cooler. It was much easier to relax. He opened his eyes and forced himself to sit up straight, not wanting to fall asleep in a place like this.

Suddenly, Adrian saw opportunity. One of the bulls had walked over to the bar, leaving an open pack of cigarettes on the table. Adrian would have never spent the little money he could get his paws on at one time on cigarettes, but stealing a few was another thing entirely. However, Adrian topped out at five feet and three inches. Big for a bat, but a bull could rip him to shreds if he got angry enough. He stood up, walking non-chalantly towards the table. Another stroke of luck. The other two bulls decided to join their friend at the bar, leaving the pack at the table unguarded. Adrian quickly snatched it up, tucking it into his vest pocket. The three bovines and the pair of fox femmes had their back to him and the bartender had turned around just in time to get the bottles for the bull's drinks. Adrian was out the door before he had even turned around to hand out the first drink.

He drew the stolen pack out of his pocket and inpsected it's contents, finding a wonderful bounty of two lousy smokes. He huffed with displeasure, tucking them back into his pocket. When he looked up, he saw quite a spectacle. Across the street there was a young, human male prostitute, conversing with three young equine males. The hooker-boy was dressed in the oddest compilation of clothing that Adrian had ever seen. On his head he wore a red baseball cap, curls of blonde spilling out from underneath. His blue half-shirt was stretched on one side, hanging off of his shoulder. The shirt was adorned with several pin-on buttons that had pictures or phrases on them, but Adrian was too far away from them to see what they had on them. The blue straps of a thong rested high upon his hips. The rest of the thong was covered by a pair of way-too-short shorts. Beneath the shorts were a long pair of haltered red stocking that led into the tennis shoes on his feet that completed the 'sporty' look he was going for. He was attractive, in spite of being oddly dressed. His skin was the color of honey, tanned, but not too dark. His cheeks were painted with blush and his eyes were made up with shadow, liner and mascara. His lips shined with gloss as he parted them to lick the strawberry ice-cream cone he had in his left hand. Adrian could see how lithe he was, but there was obvious muscle definition on his arm as he reached out to take the wad of cash the equines were handing him. He inspected it and shook his head, obviously not pleased with the amount. The equines began conversing amongst themselves. The boy turned and caught Adrian peeking at him through the loosening crowd of furres. He smiled, taking another lick of his ice-cream and winking at Adrian. The bat blinked and looked away for a moment, not wanting to draw too much attention. A few moments later his eyes were drawn back as the equines turned back towards the prostitute. The one in the middle began pleading a case. The boy's expression had been dower so far, obviously he had grown impatient, but now it was softening. He smiled and nodded, apparently agreeing with the equines proposition. He put his finger to his glistening lips, pushing them into a pout and jutting one of his hips out. After a moment he pointed to the black equine on the right. He took the stallion by his thick finger, leading him into the adjacent alley while the two left behind stormed off. Adrian chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head at the spectacle. He only sold himself as a last resort and did not see how someone had voluntarily made a career out of it at such a young age.

The clouds had rolled in quickly, black and heavy with rain. They came down in hard sheets, drenching all those who had not moved in from the street. Adrian stood under the overhang outside of the bar where the prostitute had been standing earlier, smoking one of the cigarettes he had swiped. He watched the rain collect in little, muddy puddles between the cobblestones. He puffed the cigarette slowly, drawing deep into his lungs before letting it go. In the few hours it had taken for the clouds to roll in he had manage to slip back into the crowds and swipe a few more loose coins from unguarded pockets. He now had enough to buy himself a small meal so he would not go hungry the next day. He was thinking of what he might order to eat when, suddenly, the young prostitute stepped out of the alley. "Allo" he said softly, sending a smile and a wink Adrian's way before stepping into the bar. Adrian tipped him a small wave, feeling a chill run up his spine. The human had the honey-sweet voice of an angel. Even in that one word, Adrian felt his heart melt. He shook off that feeling quickly and concentrated on his cigarette. He took another deep puff and exhaled through his nostrils. A new stream of run-off suddenly dropped off of the edge of the overhang, landing right on the cherry of Adrian's lit cigarette. He groaned in frustration before tossing the wasted cancer stick in a puddle. He was not about to smoke the second cigarette so quickly, so he headed inside to get out of the damp air.

There were not too many people hanging around in this particular bar. It was a bit of a dive. Adrian sat in a long cushioned bench beside the wall, leaning his head back against the cushioned back. He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chairs, closing his eyes for a few moments. He definitely did not want to fall asleep in a place like this. Desperate furres were abound and sleeping meant he would surely be robbed. He suddenly smelled something, not like a femme's perfume or the faint scent of a heavy drink, but an arousing, musky scent. He opened his eyes and saw the prostitute had quietly taken a seat next to him. "Allo again" he said with a light French accent. "Finally come in out of ze rain, eh?" He giggled softly, looking directly into Adrian's eyes and smiling.

Adrian was unsure of how to react for a moment. "The rain got my cigarette" he said, finally.

"I see" the boy responded "but, where are my manners, hm? My name is Jean-Luc Garson." he cocked his head a little "What might yours be, cher?" Adrian stated his name, causing Jean to giggle again. "I like zat name" he cooed. His scent was intoxicating. Adrian had never really had much of an attraction to humans, especially not young ones. This boy was different. Perhaps, he was not a boy at all, just an adult male who was skilled at making himself look young. Whatever he was, he had Adrian's full attention. The bat felt his cock harden and throb as he breathed in more of that scent. Jean-Luc's eyes sparkled as he looked Adrian over. "You know...I saw you watching me and ze studs who were trying to buy me earlier."

Adrian nodded "Yeah, you didn't look too happy with them at first."

Jean nodded slowly in return. "Oui, zey tried to pay me to do all three of them for ze price of one. I rejected, so zey decided to let me choose the one I wanted and do him." Every word that came out of the boy's mouth dripped with sex and desire. It was all Adrian could do not to throw the boy down on the bench and take him in front of everyone. Jean must have sensed this, for his tiny hand was quickly upon the bat's thigh. "Ze way you were looking at me....maybe you want a piece for yourself, hm?" He leaned in, whispering these words into the bat's ear. Adrian had not wanted much to do with the prostitute right then, but now he was practically about to burst through his pants to get at the petite prostitute. He silenltly cursed his poverty.

"I would. Believe me, I would. Unfortunately, I have even less money than those equines you were with earlier."

Jean smiled, placing his fingertip to his lips. "Hmmm...well, perhaps we can work out a trade. In place of money, you could give me your other cigarette, oui?" Adrian's eyes widened as Jean made his proposition. Before he could open his mouth to question or protest, Jean had reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his last cigarette. He tucked it behind his ear, grabbed Adrian's wrist and was leading him to the staircase before the bat even knew what was happening. Jean led him to the top room, opening the door with a key he plucked from the pocket of his shorts. He opened the door, revealing a rather well-decorated room. He pulled Adrian gently inside and locking the door behind them.

Jean-Luc dropped to his knees and freed Adrian's throbbing length from his pants. He giggled, obviously impressed by the bat's nine inch ebony rod. "Oh, lala. Big for a bat, non?" He stroked him softly, causing throaty groans to emanate from Adrian's open mouth. Warm, sticky precum dribbled from the tip of Adrian's cock, running down the sides of his veiny shaft.

"Ohhhh...." Adrian moaned, his length pulsing in Jean's soft, little hands. The little whore looked up at Adrian, grinning widely. He leaned forward, taking the bat's throbbing arousal into his mouth, pressing those candly lips tightly around the hot flesh and lavishing the drooling tip with his tongue. "Mmmmm...." Jean moaned hungrily, bobbing his mouth slowly back and forth as his tongue continued massaging the pre-spitting length, pressing it firmly to the top of his mouth. His warm hand caressed the bat's heavy sac, squeezing and tugging, urging the seed out of them. Adrian gasped and panted, feeling the tension building deep within his loins. Jean pulled Adrian's cock from his mouth long enough to glide his hot tongue around the bat's balls, wanting to build the biggest load he could. He quickly returned to bobbing on that pulsing shaft and gently palming his aching nuts.

"Ohhhh fuck!" Adrian cried, feeling his load of hot seed about to release. He had never cum so quickly from a blowjob, but this boy was amazing. He had far too much experience than a young boy should or could. Adrian knew the boy wasn't what he seemed, but that did not matter right now. Adrian felt his knees buckling as his cock erupted in the boy's sweltering mouth. Jean gobbled it down greedily, licking the excess off of his lips and then cleaning the bat's cock with his well-trained tongue.

"Mmmm, c'est magnifique!" Jean crooned as he stroked the bat's still thumping length. Adrian could only pant and groan hoarsely, having shouted himself voiceless during his orgasm. Jean stood up, devilish smile still adorning his angelic face. He unzipped his shorts, shimmying out of them. Adrian's cock was instantly throbbing at the sight of the boy's thong-clad backside. Jean turned his head, looking back at Adrian over his shoulder. "Now you want round two, non?"

Jean possibly had the most delicious rear that Adrian had ever seen. It was so smooth, tan and perfectly round that it looked like a perfect little peach. A peach that Adrian would take great pleasure in biting into. Jean backed his rear into Adrian's erect cock, grinding it slowly. "Mmmn...still so...grand!" Jean giggled impishly as Adrian gripped the straps of his thong and pulled it down off of his plump ass. Adrian's long, skillful bat tongue snaked slowly out of his maw just as Jean took a few steps forward, dropping to his hands and knees slowly, wiggling his rear at Adrian slowly. "You want?" he teased softly. Adrian licked his chops lustfully and moved forward, kneeling down behind that perfect posterior. He leaned in and kissed both of those perfectly formed cheeks softly. Jean bit his soft lower lip, raising his behind higher for the bat, a sigh of pleasure escaping his lips. Adrian's tongue leapt out of his open maw, snaking over Jean's erect cock and smooth sac. The tip of his tongue teased up between those pert cheeks, teasing at his puckered pink entrance. Adrian spread the little hooker's cheeks, lavishing that tight hole with his long, slick tongue. The bat moaned hungrily, opening his maw wide and pressing the tips of his short fangs to one of those plump cheeks, causing Jean to shudder in anticipation. Adrian could wait no longer. He moved up behind Jean's rear, his still-pulsing cock pressing to the boy's perfectly round bubbled rear. The head of the ebony shaft was slowly worked into the mewling, writhing whore's anus. Adrian but down on his lip as his length slowly disappeared between the boy's perfectly round moons. "Ahh! Mon dieu! Tres grand!" Jean cried out in French, taking it like a true professional. Adrian pulled back, thrusting back in harder and faster. He went deeper and deeper with every thrust, loving how hot and tight Jean's ass felt around his dick. Jean gripped at the carpet, tightening and loosening his hole rythmically as Adrian delved deeper inside of him, his thrusts coming harder and faster every second. "Oui! Oui! Give it to me Adrian!"

Adrian was unable to do anything but oblige. He thrusted hard, his heavy sac slapping against the back of Jean's toned thighs. "Ahhhh! Ohhh fuck! Yes! You're so gods-damned tight, Jean!" The two moaned and groaned in unison, sweating profusely as they ndulged in each other's body's. Adrian held Jean's hips tightly, feeling that hot tension boiling within his loins again. "Ahhhh shit! I'm gonna cum again, Jean!"

Jean reached between Adrian's thighs, cupping the bat's sack and massaging it softly in his warm fingers. "Oui! Ahhh...fill me again, Adrian!" Jean pleaded in his adorable French accent. Adrian obliged eagerly, yelping loudly and bucking his hips as he emptied his balls into the little whore-boy's ass. Jean crooned out as he was filled with hot bat cum yet again, but Adrian barely heard it, pulling his flaccid, satisfied cock from that tight entrance and collapsing onto his back, blacking out seconds later.

When Adrian awoke, Jean was already fully dressed and enjoying the cigarette he had taken in lew of payment. His pouty lips gripped the filter tightly in the same way they had gripped Adrian's length, getting the bat hard all over again. Jean noticed the motion and smiled, taking the cigarette from his lips and tapping the ash off into a small ash tray. "Mmmm...awake already, eh?" He took another drag from the cigarette, winking at Adrian. "You went down hard, cher. I thought you'd be out until morning." Adrian turned his head towards the window and saw it was still dark. Jean smiled angeliccaly, tapping more ash off of his cigarette before crushing it out, having smoked less than half. "I need to be going" was all he said before getting up and walking towards the door. He gripped the knob then stopped. "Adieu, for now. Until we meet again, Adrian." Jean pronounced the bat's name slowly and seductively, coating each syllable with sex. He walked out the door, and would not be in the bar when Adrian went down later.

Adrian sat for a while, puzzling over Jean-Luc. One thing was for sure, though, the boy was definitely not what he appeared to be. Adrian's stomach rumbled softly. A full head and an empty stomach, he had discovered, was always a bad combination. The thoughts and questions eventually settled in his head, as sand stirred up in the water eventually settled back down. He dressed and used a portion of his remaining money at the bar, buying a strong drink and a decent meal before renting a cheap room for the night.