{"sf1_id":2131676,"sf2_id":"q1xOgk8n","title":"Indebted - Part 10 (SFW Version)","author":"fugi88","words":1568,"posted_at":"2024-05-02T20:31:24.000Z","tags":["Arson rebuilding","Brothel","Companionship","Comraderie","Fight Scene","Starting buisness","Werewolf","work"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2131676-indebted-part-10-sfw-version","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xOgk8n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d7/a3/d7a36ae7-aec9-4157-a8bd-b5e6a3fc4b7a","description":"Follow Newbie is his final steps at the new brothel.  \n  \nSorry for the late upload, i was struggling from the journal-mentioned \"motivation recession\" and had no directable focus i could point at the story. It's barely edited, too!","content":"Written by fugi88, commissions open\n\nIf you like stories like this, feel free to donate what little you can to paypal.me/fugi88 - It helps a lot!\n\n* * *\n\n**Part 10 of Indebted, continuing from realising Newbie is going to have to grow up again.**\n\nSex rooms, especially those damaged by fire, don't make for very comfortable sleeping spaces. I had only the sleeping bag between me and the plywood floor beneath me. We nestled for comfort and utility, Skinny joe sleeping budged up against me in his own fabric cocoon. He was almost endearing in his search for warmth.\n\nI kept waking at night, if not from the cold, from the snoring. Chad was quite loud, particularly.\n\n“First priority… proper beds…!”, stated the first lesbian.\n\nGroans of agreement all around.\n\nI sat up.\n\n“What are we to eat?” i asked.\n\n\"There'll be something in the fridge”, said Skinny Joe.\n\nI left my sleeping bag. I was cold, even if i was already wearing my clothes.\n\n“We need to manage this place”, said the first lesbian.\n\nWe got up and dressed before clambering across the remains into the staff area. The brothel manager wasn't there to push us out, yellow-hair and black-arms no longer present to do any of the tasks we'd avoid.\n\nThe day passed quickly. Muscle Mike and a group of local builders were working on the gay wing, planning to apply some basic touch-ups. About 10 sex rooms were to be built, too.\n\nThe were paid with debt. The first lesbian said it'd be ok given the cash flow forecast she made. I decided to simply trust her and her economic direction.\n\nFor lunch, the third lesbian managed to make what little she could from the ingredients that remained. Gas, somehow, still worked. We'd need to order new ingredients.\n\nAnd then back to work. Yet again.\n\n* * *\n\nThe main room looked much better. The walls, at least, had been re-plastered and the floors given a do-up. The ceiling was still covered with soot but it was a common thing among humans and werewolves alike to simply not look upwards.\n\nA male werewolf walked in. Anista had a look of concern spread across her face.\n\nThe werewolf ran a gaze across us. “Where the fuck did the female prostitutes go?!”\n\n“We're right here”, said Ortil.\n\nThe male scowled at our shared sofa. “No, the _real_ prostitutes.”\n\nOrtil shook her head. “We literally just restarted this brothel.”\n\nHe stared at us. “_You_ destroyed the place _i_ invested thousands into”\n\nOrtil rolled her eyes. “There's a misunderstanding. _We_ weren't the ones who destroyed the brothel.”\n\n“Liar.”\n\nThe werewolf walked up to us. We stood in retaliation.\n\n“You better give me that thousand you promised you'd spend on my fucking type, and it's not some skimpy mockery werewolves FYI”\n\nHe formed a fist and aimed it at the one he was nearest to, Ortil. Chad prepared himself to de-escalate him.\n\n“You don't stand a fucking chance against me.”\n\nErm, no. There are 9 of us and 1 of you.\n\nSo, we formed a ring around him..\n\n“Quick, detain him!”\n\nSkinny joe grabbed the punching-arm's elbow, then Chad the free arm. Muscle Mike delivered a solid kick behind the knees, sending the werewolf to the floor. The first lesbian threw herself onto the writhing body.\n\nCurses. lots of them. Anista simply left to go to the bar. “Gosh, i forgot how much i loved doing this”, she said as she explored the various chemicals.\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe came back holding a small vessel. _Inhuman_, said the label. _Raw ethanol, 100% concentration (200-proof)_. It was half-full. Food-safe ethanol, after all, was probably a very common cocktail base in the werewolf world. Maybe its what was used to burn down the brothel.\n\n“This is perhaps the most potent fire accelerant we have access to”, Anista spoke through the mass of detaining humans. “It'd be _so_ easy to destroy you with this…. hair makes such good evaporation-preventer.”\n\nShe wouldn't dare. A lot of the stuff here we barely just got. It'd burn the money we were struggling with. It was raw intimidation, really.\n\nShe found her way through the humans and kneeled next to the pseudo-client. “So, i'll give you two choices. You'll either leave and _never_ come back, or i'll have to prevent you hurting _my_ employees”\n\nLie after lie. Possibly white. She was putting herself in power here, just for show. Nobody here seemed to mind, save for the dangerous creature we were holding down, who writhed a little at each word.\n\nThe werewolf glared at us, and then at Anista.\n\nSkinny joe moved his hands and pushed his finger into some place near the funny bone. The werewolvian funny bone? “Just here is a pressure point. Humans have it too, barely, but… if i press, just right here… i can easily send _pain_ into you. Not a single drop of blood, too!”\n\nThe werewolf tensed, hiding pain, macho .\n\n“So, what is it…? Leave or enjoy our company?”, asked Anista, glancing at Skinny Joe with a masochist smile. _More pressure, destroy his arm_ was what she was gesturing.\n\n“Leave!” screamed the werewolf as Skinny Joe pressed a little more.\n\nCautiously, the humans moved away. I, too. We stood.\n\nThe werewolf slowly stood, holding his arm. He glared at us.\n\n“I suggest you leave now”, said Anista.\n\nHe began turning to leave but then stared at Chad. With a single swing, he scratched across his chest. And then he looked at Anista.\n\nWith another single swoop, the werewolf forced contact with skin and left some blood.\n\nAnd he ran out of the door.\n\n“Probably straight to the police”, said Muscle Mike. “They'll investigate and then we're fucked.”\n\n“And we're going to need to stop the bleeding”, said Skinny Joe.\n\n“The tissues we could use have burnt away”, i said.\n\nI glanced around the room. The fabric wouldn't be sterile, quite the opposite. It could work, though, if we were to mix it with the ethanol. “Anista, do you think sterilising with that alcohol would work?”\n\n“I replaced it with water”, said Muscle Mike.\n\n“You can flush the wound, i guess”, said Skinny Joe. “That's it though.”\n\n“We need to stop the bleeding”, said Anista. “Flushing's useless for now.”\n\n“You don't know what's on those claws.” Muscle Mike cringed. “Eurgh.”\n\n“Yes, _flush_ the wound”, said Skinny Joe.\n\nAnista turned to uncap the alcohol. Maybe traces would remain, not that they'd be of a concentration high enough to do much. Skinny Joe left to search for bleeding-blocker.s\n\nThe alcohol was first given to chad. “You ok?”\n\n“I feel ill\", he said. “Can't imagine doing work.”\n\nFuck, one man down.\n\nAnd we continued through the night.\n\n* * *\n\nArgh. I hate it in these sleeping bags.\n\n“Any update on the new beds?”, i asked the First Lesbian.\n\n“They're getting delivered today”, she replied.\n\nI sighed in a kind-of-relief. I tried to stand, look out of the window. My neck complained. “I've gone sore.”\n\n“Just keep moving, it'll be gone by the evening”, said Skinny Joe.\n\nSo, we got ready. And we found our way back to work.\n\nAround halfway through our work, a werewolf was brought to our office, guided by Anista. “She's looking for employment.”\n\nThe first lesbian turned to face her. A flash of familiarity hit her face. “It might just be possible”, she said. “But funds'll be difficult.”\n\n“I just need housing”, said the werewolf. “And i'll be happy.”\n\nWhat had happened here? Had she been let out of the brothel? Why was she coming back?\n\n“The government's supposed to provide subsidies for those seeking housing”, reminded the second lesbian. “How come you here?”\n\n“I don't like the government”, said the werewolf. “I trust you more.”\n\nSkinny Joe shifted in his seat. “Honestly, i'm sure we could organise some kind of petition and have you sent home.”\n\n“I _will_ work here”, she said. “Sick and tired of the outside.”\n\n\"ok then”, said the second lesbian, with a shrug.\n\nAnd that was our first employee, our first _real_ prostitute.\n\nWe'd only grow from there.\n\nSo, when it came back to evening, we relished in the new company, in-between the growing number of clients.\n\nOrtil and i discussed the northern brothel. Skinny Joe was in the process of calling smugglers to take us north. Muscle Mike would also be taken to a portal and sent back to the human world after us.\n\nWe were in communication with the northern brothel and we were all happy to accept the merger. Money was beginning to flow again.\n\nThe phoenix was rising from the ashes yet again.\n\n**The end of the indebted series.**\n\n**Stay tuned for** _ **La Tramuntana** _ **, in which we continue Newbie's journey through the north.**\n\n* * *\n\nSome notes:\n\n- Ok, so i'm kind of tired of the Indebted series and i have found some problems with it. If i ever make it a novel, i'll have to fix the following issues:\n  - Shallow(ish) characters\n  - A lack of _actual_ conflict facing Newbie\n  - The complete trivialisation of rape\n  - The barely-edited sex scenes\n\n- Sorry for subjecting you to this series lol\n- And at long last, female werewolves are proven to exist in this world. +1 for world sense.\n- Yes, Newbie does mature a lot in the next series. He takes more of an action role.","series":{"name":"Indebted SFW","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2128661-indebted-part-9-sfw-version.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2133588-indebted-sfw-omnibus-edition-parts-1-5-of-10.json"}}