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[b][u][center]The Pleasures of Prostitution

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Allannia Knoten had a name that many people swore had to be a joke. It wasn’t, of course. It was just an allusion to what the elf woman ended up doing a great deal of the time on her job. After all, there were many clients that had…atypical equipment, and one of the most common changes was, well, a knot.

The elf stood before a mirror, looking at herself as she ran her hands down her body. With the new influx of bigger women in the brothel, she was considering narrowing her hips slightly, just to make sure that she still stood out compared to the other coworkers. It wouldn’t be a bad idea, anyway; her slight body took to her current curves less ideally than she had wished. The alchemist had suggested that she go huge or not at all, and she had ignored him. It had turned out to be a mistake.

As she turned around, observing her pale bottom, she heard the soft ding-ding of one of the other brothel workers trying to get her attention. She turned from her mirror to the door, allowing her loose robe to fall over her ass again.

“Come in,” Allannia said.

A human woman poked her head around the corner, blushing slightly.

“I’m sorry about this, Allannia, but do you have time for a client? I think he’s a bit much for the rest of us.”

“He’s a were, yes?”

“Well, kind of. He’s not a wolf one, but –”

“That’s fine. There’s quite the variety out there.” She smiled, pulling her hair back and tying it in a loose ponytail. “Send him in whenever you’re ready, dear.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She would, however. Mention it to the head of the brothel so that he knew that she had been pulling double-duty again, since none of the other girls would touch the were-creatures of the city. Most of them were quite rough, admittedly, but most of the other girls were more worried about catching something. They either believed that the slightest touch would turn them into similar monsters, or they refused to use a condom and lower their prices.

Allannia had a bit of an advantage over all of them. Two, really. One of them was the fact that she knew a number of different were-folk, and she knew that most of them were rather hard-pressed to pass their curse on to someone that was healthy. Even a cumshot inside didn’t necessarily guarantee that one would catch it, though it did rather improve one’s odds, but even that was only about 50-50.

Second, and a much bigger advantage, was the amulet that she wore around her neck. It was an amulet that she had saved up for over the course of years, but having something that prevented her from catching any disease under the sun was more than worth it. She could breed with anything, and it wouldn’t hurt her.

It meant that the weres always came to her, because she had no fear of them, and didn’t make them take precautions. It also made them very horny for her, which was a lovely bonus.

As she settled it around her neck and adjusted her robe, she saw the door opening again. She sat down at the foot of her bed, crossing one leg over the other, putting a smile on her face as she always did. She knew that this one wasn’t a werewolf, but she didn’t know which of the other were-creatures it might be. Were-bear, perhaps? Or were-lion?

No, she realized as he walked in, pulling the door shut behind him. Were-rat. She could already see a hint of his tail poking through. Chuckling, she leaned back, wrapping her arms around her leg as she brought it up.

“Hello, hello. Welcome to the chambers of Madam Knoten. I am she.”

“Heh, good to meet you, girly.”

The were-rat had decent manners, at least. He walked towards her with his head down, bobbing it up and down before tossing a few coins down on the bed. She glanced at them, counted them up. Three gold, two silver. That was enough for vaginal and a bit of foreplay. Easy enough.

She smiled as she swept them up into the sleeve of her robe, tucking them into a hidden pocket.

“So, good sir. How shall Madam Knoten please you today?” she asked. “Perhaps, first, a name?”

“Carsten, ma’am,” the young man said, pulling at his dark hair, covering his tanned face a bit as the fur was already starting to spread. “Good to meet someone interested in having some fun with one of my kind, ma’am.”

“It is a blessing for me as well, Carsten. I always find someone with more than one set of equipment much more…interesting…to play with.”

“You have a good mind for that, ma’am. Um, I’m about to change, so, uh…”

“Tell me, what might you like as you change?” she asked. “I know that it is when you are at your most sensitive.”

“Well, um, ain’t never had someone ask me that before, but if you’re, uh, if you’re serious.”

“I am.”

“Then, uh, would you mind going down and…uh…”

He gestured down at his boots, and she knew what he had in mind. She’d had more than a few weres come through, asking her to pay attention to their paws. A were-rat would be different, she was quite sure. He would be more…fragrant, more than likely, but that wasn’t something that bothered her.

When it came down to it, that was one of the major reasons that Allannia enjoyed her time with the were-people. They were not the cleanly, up-themselves folk that humans were, or that her own people embodied all too well. No, they were direct, focused. Sometimes, a little crass, sometimes, a little crude, but for her, that was all for the better. She was an elf that liked things getting…dirty.

She smiled as she slid off the bed, allowing her robe to fall off her shoulders, running down to her hips. It exposed her from the waist up, her smaller breasts open for the young man to view, her nipples already hardening. She smiled as she stroked along his leg, encouraging him to lift his boot from the floor so she could take it off.

It was almost cute to see him a bit flustered, and it was even better to see him so hard in his pants. He was eager for this, alright.

[i]Alas, it is probably an act…[/i]

Allannia had had many clients in her life in the brothel, and one thing that she knew was that they were regularly putting on a show for themselves and for her. She had yet to find someone that was the same as they were in the brothel as they were on the streets, and knowing that he had just thrown four different types of coin at her – all from different kingdoms – she imagined that he had been a thief, stealing from others to get what he needed. The eager bumpkin thing was more than likely nothing more than an act.

It was still charming, though, so she wasn’t offended. She smiled up at him like the gracious host she was, gently untying his boots. It came undone easily, and she pulled it down and off his foot. No sock, she saw, and his feet were already changing, shifting from that sun-browned hue that the rest of his skin showed to something pinker, softer, more rat-like. She looked forward to that, running a finger along the bottom of his foot.

“Now, on the bed, so I can do the other one.”

Carsten did as he was told immediately, getting on the bed and pushing his other leg out. As she pulled off his boot, she could see that it had already changed color inside, his foot already rat-pink, but it was getting bigger, longer, the toes starting to grow claws in a way that humans obviously were never supposed to.

Allannia brought his sole to her face, letting it rest across her nose. She could feel it getting longer, growing, stiffening, but the sole itself kept softening, becoming gentle and uncalloused. It was a surprisingly smooth feeling, nice and gentle against her skin.

As she breathed in, she smelled him. A soft musk, a thing that came from sweat and hard work, the smell of a hot body. Yet, it was more than that. She breathed in something a bit naughtier, earthier, and she smiled as she stuck out her tongue, dragging it along the bottom of his foot, stroking along the arch as it flattened out, up to the toes where she could tickle the spaces between them.

Of course, he wasn’t just waiting it out. He pushed his other foot under her robe, and Allannia almost jumped as she felt his changing, lengthening toes pressing against her sex, almost sliding inside on the first nudge. She smiled, slowly parting her legs, giving him more room to work with.

Every lick she gave his foot was followed by a slow rub along her sex, and each time she felt it change a bit more. His foot was slowly growing longer, the top growing slightly pebbly as the underside became smoother. His toes were longer, nearly at finger-length by the time that he finished transforming down there, and they curled regularly, flicking upwards to find her sex and to tease it. She didn’t stop him, merely enjoyed what he did to her. After all, he had paid for it, and he should get what he paid for.

Looking past his toes, she saw that his fur had already spread up and down his arms, his fingers and palms turning mildly bald compared to the rest of his body. Brown fur spread up and down his arms, up to the holes for his sleeves, and she could see the same happening at the waistband of his pants. He was rather furiously pulling them off, now that she was paying attention, and for good reason. There wasn’t a lot of space in there anymore.

She pulled her lips from his toes, gently pulling at the laces that held them together. As soon as she helped him undo the knot, they came undone, a frankly massive pair of testicles coming free, and his cock throbbing hard as well. He had a sheath now, and while it was a little more slender than the average human cock, it was definitely longer, made for the sole purpose of getting as deep as possible with each thrust to seed a mate.

Giving the tip a kiss, she got to her feet, letting her robe fall down the rest of the way. Her entire body was revealed, from her head to her wet pussy to her feet.

“How do you want me?”

“All fours. On the bed.”

“Heh…as you wish.”

Allannia slid onto the bed, getting on hands and knees. She had barely gotten comfortable before her client was in bed with her, his cock rubbing up and down her sex a few times. Touching the necklace again for reassurance, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks a bit further, giving him a clear route.

And he took it.

“Nnngh!”

The sheer length of his shaft was enough to leave her gasping, but the frenzy with which he took to it was the real impressive bit. She grunted every time that he hilted with her, feeling him bottoming out every time. She had long since trained herself to enjoy cocks going impossibly deep, had even opened up her womb with some practice, but it still shocked her with the first thrust.

Yet, as he started picking up speed, drooling on the back of her neck, pain was replaced with pleasure, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him using her so well. Every thrust made her curl her toes, her feet wrinkling as her ass was pounded by…by…

Well, why be anything but blunt? By an animal. His balls were heavy enough that they were like slaps to her clit every time that he slammed in, but she was used to the rough treatment. Hell, she craved it. She pushed back to meet him, her slender elven hips meeting thick rat crotch. Prickly hairs tickled at her, then scratched, but that only made her moan louder.

He leaned forward further, his thrusts hitting her at a different angle, and his toes scratched along the back of her legs. As he grabbed her shoulders for leverage, she arched her back into him, getting into the rut like a proper female.

[i]Yeah, yeah, that’s it. Get in deep. Get in real deep.[/i]

That was something that she could always count on with the were-folk. They were going to get places that her usual, ‘normal’ clients never could, and it would always feel amazing. She shivered, her juices drooling down her pussy, running over her clit, staining his balls every time that he thrust forward. She gasped as he nibbled along the side of her neck, feeling him go all the way in again –

“Ah!”

She gasped as he pulled back, hitting her g-spot on the way. Allannia closed her eyes at the sudden spark of pleasure, nearly knocked flat on the bed at the sudden intense stimulation. She felt him cum, but not just inside of her. He hit her womb, and then pulled out, spraying her ass, her thighs, her legs. It almost felt like…like…

Thump!

The elf groaned, shivering and shaking as she felt her orgasm still rippling through her. Running off? Before they were done? Why would he –

She reached up to her neck, her eyes going wide when she didn’t find her necklace. She looked down at the bed, then back at the door.

“Oh…you [i]bastard…[/i]”

That necklace might not have been the key to her business, but it definitely was one of the big parts of it. Without it, she had to charge less because the customers had to use condoms to keep her from getting diseases. More to the point, he had to have pulled it off when he was nibbling her neck, which meant that she was filled to the brim with were-rat seed, and that…

That meant that she had a 50/50 chance of being infected.

[i]Son of a bitch…[/i]

Allannia got to her feet, stumbling as she ran for the door. She yanked it open, shouting down the hall.

“Shut the doors! There’s a rat in the walls!”

If he was still in the building – which was possible, considering her room was all the way in the back of the place – that might be enough. If nothing else, it was the responsible thing to call out. Everyone needed to know when there was a thief on the loose.

And as for her…well, she’d figure it out. She always did…one way or another.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A young elf whore is having sex with a young were-rat. It’s very enjoyable, but you should always be careful around a thief.

Tags: M/F, human, were-rat, wererat, brothel, prostitution, vaginal, foot fetish, elf, cum, orgasm, creampie, splatter, infection, transformation, big balls,