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Bruno couldn't really believe his luck. He'd only been in Langdale a matter of hours. Barely enough time o get settled into an inn room. Then came the strange little letter. An invite to the Dreamweaver. Now, the rhino drew eye wherever he went. He was tall enough that he had to duck through most doors, wide enough he had to turn sideways. Furniture groaned and grumbled under his noble bulk whenever he chose to reside on them. Armed and armored as he was, he drew plenty of eyes. Good thing for a mercenary.

Never in his life, had he felt those eyes had envy in them.

So a little asking around taught him why. The Dreamweaver was a brothel, more or less, but it was also strangely exclusive. Not exclusive to wealth or status. Nay, it was neither birth nor money that earned one admittance to the building. Rather is was some selection process none but those within its walls were privy to. To have a letter hand delivered to his room was apparently an honor greater than any out there. It was something that Merchant, Noble, and King alike longed for.

After a trip to a bathhouse, he donned his finest clothes. Something he only wore when he meant to impress nobles that wanted to hire him. Best that he clean up and dress up if he's going somewhere this nice. Right? Maybe if he'd make a good enough impression, he'd get to come back again later. Could be real fun there. Though he wasn't gonna argue about any good brothel, certainly not one of the best.

Ears flicked as he approached the front door. There was a line that wandered down the city block. By the front door, a rather vocal elf was talking with a rather unimpressed Goliath. A Goliath who calmly looked up, put her hand in the elf's face, and then called out, "Ah, Bruno the Vast, what a pleasure to see you! Come in, come in. You don't have to wait in line."

He didn't know her. He didn't know how she knew his name. Wasn't about to argue it. So he walked past like he owned the place. Invite in hand, which a dragonborn collected as he got to the door. "Welcome in, I am certain you will find something you enjoy."

Into a small hallway, then the main room itself. Oh, what a brothel it was!

There was always a certain atmosphere to these places. Something sordid about them. Often with a particular smell and aura to the rooms. Not here. No, the Dreamweaver was clean, smelled of baked goods, roasted meats, and fine perfumes. Guests laughed and drank, flirting openly with staff. Sometimes they'd split off from the room and head to the back. Other times, well, they'd just take matters up right there.

He'd barely made it a few steps into the room before an otter appeared at his side. Some sort of river otter, if he had to guess, tall enough for his people, but slender, sleek. Barely came up to Bruno's chest as he stood there. "My my, you are a specimen aren't you?" The otter wore little. A vest, a pair of loose fitting pants, and comfortable slippers. "I am Juno, and I'd love to welcome you to the Dreamweaver. Our Courtesan had asked me to keep an eye out for you in particular tonight."

The rhino's ears swung around, "Me in particular?"

"Oh yes, she said my... Talents would be most welcome."

Every instinct screamed at him that this was a trap of some kind, yet his curiosity was winning out. "And what talents are those?"

Juno laughed, "Perhaps we should retire to a private room to discuss first?" He stepped back and smiled, "Unless you'd want to start out here?"

"Private is fine." His eyes darted over the slender otter. A slight pang raced through his chest, wondering what it would be like to be so svelte, so graceful. A feeling that only built as the otter gladly spun on his heel and walked around the main room. Dodging patrons and fellow workers with a grace that almost made it seem like he was dancing. That deliciously thick tail of his swaying with each step. Falling into a rhythm that readily matched the bards that were playing.

Just look at me, Bruno thought to himself, blundering along with all the subtly of a mountain.

"So," Juno called over his shoulder, "what is it you desire?"

Ears swiveled forward, "You don't know?"

He laughed, flashing pearly white teeth, "Oh we never know what's in store. Not our place really. If the Courtesan knows, she's not telling. Though if I hear right..." he hesitated a moment as a Naga slithered past with several drinks and food trays balanced on their body. "Not even she knows. Something about it ruining the fun." He glanced back and looked over Bruno's body with a slight smile. "Though I think I can make a guess."

Ears flapped forward, "And what guess is that?" he mused.

Juno produced a key from his vest, opened a door, and lead the way into a room. A rather plain room, which had little more in it than a crystalline lamp, a bed, and a rather plush looking couch. "Oh that's not what I'm here for. You have to tell me what you want, it's part of the deal." He casually began to strip off his clothing, revealing that sleek form.

Bruno followed suit, falling into some rather old habits from time at other brothels. "What I want?" He breathed out a little chuckle, "I doubt you could provide, no matter how wondrous this place is." The otter looked at him with a smirk and calmly hopped up onto the couch. Giving the rhino just long enough to see his own bare privates, before he crossed his legs. A very Try Me pose and expression.

He hesitated a moment. A beat. Then took a slow breath and shook his head, "Alright, but you are going to be laughing in a moment. What I would enjoy most would be, for once in my life, to know what it is like to be smaller." He fiddled with the ties on his breeches for a moment, "To know what it is like to be manhandled, as many ask me to do. To know what it feels like to be... I don't know."

A soft laugh, “I think I know just what you want, and why I’m here.”

Bruno looked at the otter, question on his lips. Juno sat on the bed, hands curled around this mirror. Gilded frame almost burning gold as the impossibly silver surface reflected the rhino in to much detail. Bruno’s eyes were drawn to his reflection and the room faded as his vision focused, tunneling in on the otter. He noticed details about his body. Tiny things brought into sharp focus. The way his gray skin folded on itself. How thick muscles quivered under that hide. All the way down to the rough hair around his chin. His reflection sharpened into painful focus, while the otter’s image blurred.

His head throbbed, the world swayed, and he was forced to blink lest his head explode.

The world blurred as he blinked. Swayed, and he was certain he was going to fall over. Maybe he did, it was hard to tell. Bruno blinked and tried to focus his gaze. “Breath, take a moment, it’s always weird the first time or two.” It was Juno’s voice, yet it wasn’t. It rang familiar and strange at the same time. Too deep yet that cadence he recognized. Nose twitched as he lifted his head.

Juno, or rather he stood there near the door. Large rhino grasping that mirror. There was a hint of a smirk as he pulled his hands apart. The mirror vanishing as the rhino undressed the rest of the way. “Little toy I have,” Juno muttered as he finished undressing. “Swaps bodies as long as I wish. Handy when someone wants to feel…” he smirked down at Bruno, “dainty.” Large head swung down as Juno’s hand swept over Bruno… or rather his own front. “When is the last time you took care of yourself?” He laughed, thick fingers running over the sac.

Bruno looked over himself. Sure enough, he was in the otter’s body now. Form sleek, lithe, and decidedly awkward. He was too used to more or less blundering through life. As he tried to move, something between his mind and body conflicted. Move like this, his will pushed. No, replied the body, this is how we’re supposed to move. Which turned merely sitting up into an awkward flop and roll.

Meanwhile Juno easily moved across the room. Guiding the bull’s bulky frame with an ease Bruno couldn’t have begun to imagine himself capable of. “You’ll have to trust that I am a professional, and know the limits of what my body is capable of.” Fast as a snake, Juno was upon him. Grabbing the wiggly otter and flipping him around. Bruno gasped, squeaked really, in surprise as Juno flipped him around so casually. Dragging him to the edge of the bed so his head hung off. Bringing him eye to eye with the bull’s swaying cock. “If this is what you want, that is.” There was a decided hint of smug I read you like a book in Juno’s voice. Especially as he grabbed the rhino’s horn and brought it up. Smacking Bruno’s cheeks with that mighty slab of meat.

I can’t believe I’m being slapped with my own cock. Yet there was no denying it. Bruno felt his gut churn as arousal spiked through him with a ferocity he had not felt since he was in his first musth.

He opened his mouth to say something, only to have that thick cock wedge against his lips. Bruno jumped in surprise, then his eyes widened as the fat cock tip pressed to his lips. “Just need you to…” Juno hooked his thumps against Bruno’s cheeks and pushed, forcing his jaws to open wider. The otter’s eyes widened to match as the uncut cock wedged and pushed. Between fingers forcing his mouth open more and the thickness of the cock, it took a moment. Hips rocking, body rolling, precum spilling across his mouth and trickling down before…

“HRRRK!” he gagged as the manhood forced its way past his lips and into his mouth. Eyes watered, his body heaved, throat fought, and he felt himself wanting to gag.

A grunted, “That’s just your mind, my body knows how to handle it.” As a heavy hand closed about his throat and held him down. Juno rocked those powerful bull hips back and forward. Stuffing his cock deeper as it firmed up. The blunt tip driving deeper as it surged into the otter’s mouth. “Fuck, teeth feel good on this cock.” He breathed and pulled back, grinding his tip against teeth and lips before slamming his body forward. Powering every last inch he had into the pinned and prone male.

Bruno jumped as the cock surged down his gullet, stretching his throat and making him almost gag again. Muscles fought and clenched, mouth watering as the cock lingered in his throat. His eyes rolled back, watching as the bull pulled back. Not far enough to grant him reprieve. No, that cock stayed in his throat, blocking him from taking too deep of a breath. Then came the thrust. That mighty, heavy pound that drove flesh so far into his helpless mouth. He saw those massive balls a second before they crashed off his face. Catching him between the eyes with enough force to almost stun him. His new body heaved up, kicked, but that old reliable form of his easily kept the lithe otter form pinned.

Even with the force and brutality of it, Bruno felt his cheeks flush with excitement. His cock stood proud from his groin. Jutting up like a monument to his arousal. He grabbed at the bedding, tried to brace against the onslaught. Drool mixed with thick precum and dripped from his mouth. Running over his cheeks and making him heave all the more. He huffed, eyes rolling back in his head slowly. A low whine trying to escape his mouth only to be stuffed back down. Throat bulging with each brutal thrust.

Yet he couldn’t deny his own pleasure. Even as his vision hazed and narrowed, pleasure surged through him. Shivering from the tips of his whiskers down to the end of his rudder. It was only a few thrusts before his hips jerked. Tail crashing off the bed with a solid thud. His eyes rolled back as his world exploded in colors and feelings he couldn’t begin to describe. Bare, exposed cock leaping as he came with enough force that it struck his chin. Nostrils flaring, tongue bathing the cock. He whined like a good little otter whore as the bull above him grunted and groaned. The great mountain of flesh seeking relief.

A bellow signaled his reward. Thick, heavy cum exploded into his mouth as the male pulled back. Thick tip jerking past lips that ached. Bruno’s vision came back just in time to see that cock lift. The next shot of cum catching him across face and open mouth. Juno’s thick hand stroked the cock as he leaned over, grunting and huffing. Unloading every drop of pent up need the rhino had failed to tend to over weeks. Painting his entire face with rich, heavy seed. Leaving the prone male panting and whining with need.

Mere seconds. In mere seconds the male was done and panting. Leaning back with a half smile. “Well, was that a good first round? Shall I move on to pounding your ass into submission?”

Bruno burbled and coughed out a, “Yes. Please.”

The rhino chuckled and reached down. Grabbing that thick tail in one hand, “That’s a good slut.” He wrenched Bruno around and muttered, “Oh my ass is going to be sore in the morning…” As he wrenched the otter’s tail up high and jabbed thick, blunt cock against the pucker. The rhino cracked a rather toothy grin a he brought a hand down. Shoving the thick tail out of the way, he pried at the pucker with a thumb. Using the mess that still clung to his cock as a rough lube.

Bruno had to bite onto the bedding to keep from crying out. Legs kicked at the air, bouncing off the mattress. Breath came in short, rapid bursts as the bull behind him stepped forward. Still rigid cock pressing to his rear. Applying pressure as Juno leaned in. Steadily, unrelenting force as the rhino grunted and snorted over him. Jaws clenched and lips curling as he threw his head back.

With twin calls, the rhino drove in. His battering ram slamming through the barrier and plunging in. Lights flashed and danced behind Bruno’s eyes. Legs kicked uselessly as Juno casually lifted him up. One hand curled under his belly, the other holding onto the tail. “Fuck I’m tight…” Juno snorted and flared his nostrils. Holding tight, he wrenched the otter back. Bruno’s head jerked as pleasure shot through him. The sheer force ot the entry enough to even silence his pleasured squeak. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. Eyes swam and head reeled as the cock hammered deeper. Only stopping when those heavy balls clapped off his ass.

Juno huffed over him. Bruno moaned, dangling there in the grasp. Head pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat.

“You want to be manhandled?” Juno chuckled and pulled him up, “Gonna wear you like a sleeve.” He so casually slammed Bruno back down. Plump tail base and curvy otter rear clapping off the unyielding rhino flesh. “Fuck you again,” another lift and drop, “and again.” A harder slam, “Until I drain every. Last. Drop. Of cum you’d been holding onto.” The otter’s eyes rolled and tongue hung from his maw. Panting as the very breath was driven from his lungs. Raw pleasure like he could have never imagined surged through him.

The hand on his tail slid up, cupped his face. Bruno gasped, then nearly gagged again as the thick fingers hooked around his muzzle. Sliding into his mouth and holding him. His tongue pushed against the fingers, licking and drooling. Barely capable of thought as the rhino began to use him like a toy.

Oh yes. This was everything he had hoped for and more. No wonder they called this place Dreamweaver.

“Fuuuck!” Juno bellowed as he came. Bruno jerked as the rhino’s seed flooded him. Spunk stampeding deep into his core. Making his stomach bulge from the volume of it. Eyes rolled back as his body twitched, certain he could feel it pouring into his stomach. Racing up his throat until it spilled out of his lips. Eyes rolled back as he began to cum again. Clenching around the rear, encouraging the larger male to have his way and then some.

Then Juno kept pumping his hips. Thick cock pounding into his ass before he’d even finished. He was man of his word alright. Bruno just hoped he had enough coin to pay the man what he earned.