Fayer House -- Joseph's Discovery
#5 of Fayer House
Another rainy day had overcome the outskirts of Highview, the streets and sidewalks slicked with the passing rain. The road was barren, aside from the handful of vehicles their respective owners felt brave enough to leave out. A streetlight battled to maintain illumination, flicking on and off by an unseen switch. It managed to flash on one last time before finally giving up its ghost, bursting into a small shower of sparks within the enclosure.
The light failed just moments before a hooded figure walked around the corner, the form giving a heavy sigh of disbelief before continuing. The figure was at least glad that the rain had stopped, its claws quietly ticking against the concrete as it moved along the sidewalk. Its gaze swept the street, as if expecting for someone, or something, to come from an alleyway and pounce. It grumbled when nothing showed itself, though it did seem relieved to have a moment to itself.
The form adjusted its oversized sweatshirt, pulling the hood off its head upon spotting something huddled against a dumpster in an alleyway. A small, reptilian form was curled up in the fetal position, clinging tightly to a scarp of fabric to keep warm.
The standing creature stepped into the alley, keeping its moves slow and deliberate, trying not to spook the curled form. The lone light overhead shined weakly down as it advanced, giving the curled figure a chance to see that a fellow reptile was moving. It hissed lightly before giving up, slumping forward and breathing weakly.
The standing form moved quickly after seeing this, kneeling down and checking for signs of life. "Good, they're still going," it whispered before quickly looking around. "Perfect," it said again while reaching into the hoodie pocket. It quickly opened the phone, hitting a few buttons to start the speed dialing.
"Ivana, its Theresa. I got a live one here. I'll be at your building in ten minutes."
Ivana turned off the stove, grasping the tea kettle and starting to pour the water into several mugs. "Ok, Theresa," Ivana said with a hint of grogginess. "First, I'd like to know what you're doing out on a walk at 3AM. Especially in the not so great part of town."
"What can I say? I like strolling before and after a good rain." Theresa was busy with a couple of towels, using one to dry out her hair as the other laid under her feet, soaking whatever water dripped off her nude form. "How's that tea coming along?"
Ivana was making her way out of the kitchen as soon as Theresa asked, placing a small tray on the dining room table. "Just finished, needs a few minutes to steep." She stretched her wings before she folded them tight against her back again. She reached her arms up as she yawned, taking a moment to readjust her pajama bottoms and pick a piece of lint off her uncovered chest. "Tell me where you found this one again?"
Theresa was a little in disbelief herself at where she found this one, turning back to look at the form now huddled underneath a blanket on the couch. "Found him over on 12th. Matter of fact, he was close to that ATM Crux found your favorite little kitty."
"Oh no," Ivana said after a chuckle. "You know Misha's my favorite kitty. Inaris is just a little punk that needs to get boned a few more times." She held a smirk before she sniffed the air. She couldn't figure out what she was smelling, her smirk fading to face of confusion. "Something's wrong here. And unless you've been sleeping with women I don't know about, I don't think he's a he."
Theresa cocked an eye ridge, looking back towards the reptile. She took a couple steps towards the curled form, taking a grasp of the blanket that she had wrapped him with. He woke up after a light tug, snarling loudly towards the both of them. "Oh Gods, he's up," Theresa muttered, still making an effort to pull the blanket.
The smaller creature quickly sprang from the couch, using the blanket to shroud over Theresa's head. The gator screeched lightly, tearing through the fabric to clear her sight. She looked around quickly, just in time to spot that Ivana had the creature pinned against the floor.
"Give up, kid," Ivana hissed out, holding one of his arms in an angle that risked shoulder dislocation. "You keep struggling, you may end up in the ER."
"And if you don't let me go, you might be joining me," he countered back, continuing to struggle against Ivana's grip. He grunted for a few more times before looking forward, noting that Theresa had knelt down in front of him. "Hey, I appreciate you warming me up. But I don't need your help."
Theresa shook her head lightly, nodding towards the hybrid on his back. "Don't think so, little man. According to Ivana here, you almost caught hypothermia. She's surprised that you don't have a head cold. Or something worse."
Ivana listened to the conversation, taking this moment to look him over. She could feel the strength under his scales, his muscles tucked under a thin layer of fat. And his scales in particular were a beautiful shade of blue, almost matching her hair color. Even from this rearward view, she could guess that he was some form of eastern dragon. Though the lacking of wings made her wonder. She gave a gentle smirk, grasping the male by a horn to pull his head up. "So, you got a name kid?"
He grunted weakly, tilting his head to shake her grasp. "Michelson. Joseph Michelson. Now do you mind getting off my ass?"
"Not yet, at least," Theresa said, her gaze turning back to Ivana. "Flip him over, Ivana." She watched as Ivana nodded, moving back far enough to watch the lithe dragon get man-handled by the hybrid. She stood back onto her feet to get a better look at him, eyeing the rather interesting scaling. "Blue and lavender is a pretty interesting combination, my dear. Looks good on you." She continued to look him over, moving right along side his form.
When she got to his waist, she couldn't help but to raise an eye ridge again. She could have guessed a genital slit, but his was a bit lowered than it should have been. "As a matter of fact, it is much lower than it should be."
Ivana had turned to get a better look at what Theresa was mentioning. Using her legs to keep Joseph's arms pinned, she leaned forward to gaze closer at the slit. Her attention was further caught when she spread the folds slightly, catching a glimpse of a clitoral ring. "Now I'm no gynecologist, but I think we have ourselves a cunt boy." She chuckled to herself while looking over her shoulder. "Don't worry, you're not the first one I've seen."
"Glad to see I'm not alone here," Joseph said smugly, wiggling his shoulders. "Now could you let me get up now?"
"You promise not to try and run off?" Ivana asked, stretching one of her arms out again. "Cause you know I'm as strong as you. And we won't hesitate to grab rope." She grinned deviously at that added comment, waiting patiently for Joseph to give a nod. After climbing to her feet, she offered the dragon a hand, pulling him up before plopping him back onto the couch. "So, Joseph, let me ask you something."
Joseph was stretching out his shoulder, rubbing lightly at the joint. He looked around the room nervously before he gave a weak nod. "Sensitivity of the question depends on how honest I answer, you know."
"Fair enough," Ivana said, gathering the mugs of tea she started before the scuffle. She laid the tray onto the coffee table, passing one of the mugs to Theresa, now sitting on the floor. Upon handing a second to Joseph she took her own, moving to sit on the couch next to him. "So what's the deal with the tattoo on your back? Not a lot of scalies get tattoos, let alone Tramp Stamps."
Joseph tensed up upon hearing the question, his eyes going slightly wide. He quickly shook off the tightness before he huffed heavily. "I'm currently a run away from... I'd rather not say...." He huffed louder this time before weakly sipping of his tea. "Let's just say that the people I was held by weren't the best in the world. I'm considered a 'failed experiment' and was slotted for destruction.
"I managed to get out, somehow. That and I found a way for the system to think I was disposed of. So basically I'm a nobody with nowhere to go and nothing to fall on." He looked to his drink, swirling the light yellow liquid around before he continued. "I managed to make it this long out here. Feels like... two months maybe."
"And to make it this long out on the streets is a bit of a miracle on itself," Theresa murmured between sips. "Now, about being an experiment. Why were you deemed as a 'failed' one?"
Joseph chuckled nervously. "You're gonna laugh if I tell you."
Ivana and Theresa looked to each other for a moment before they giggled lightly. "Try us," they said in near perfect unison.
Joseph couldn't stop a blush at this point, his tail fidgeting on the couch. He then took his right hand, tapping lightly against his head. "Simple, really. The hormonal imbalances up here caused me to have nothing down here." With that his hand moved, tapping lightly against his stomach. "In essence, I'm as sterile as a hospital."
It was Ivana's turn to chuckle now, both of the scaled creatures looking towards her. She took another sip of her drink before smiling. "They're not as sterile as one would expect, for starters." She shrugged lightly before placing her mug down, flicking her hair from in front of her eyes. "But that aside, I think you're going to be fairly popular at the House."
"Fairly popular?" Joseph asked, his gaze shifting from the bat to alligator. "The 'House?' Just what is she talking about."
Theresa smirked widely, relieved the conversation finally reached this point. "Well, I'll be blunt. You were pretty close to death out there tonight. If I wasn't on my walk, you wouldn't have been waking up come sunrise."
"Don't bullshit, Theresa," Joseph snapped back, growing steadily agitated. "I would have made it."
"Not according to the doctor here," Theresa calmly said, giving a nod to Ivana. "Now, either way, I'll give you an offer you probably won't pass down.
"Here's what I'm offering you. Shelter, three square meals a day, clothing, cash and a lot of potential companionship. Full access to rooms and facilities in the house, which includes a gym and a pool. Nothing fancy, but it works." She held a straight face as she watched Joseph, starting to speak again in an effort to cut him off. "Well of course, there's a catch. Most deals have one. You'll become the newest member of our harem in the little side business we run. You'll probably be tested by a few of the housemates, my husband and I to find what you like. And then you'll be offered for use to our customers with a fat enough wallet."
Theresa shifted her position, sitting Indian-style now on the floor. She laced her tail around lightly in front of it, the tip tapping with an ominous thud. "So Joseph, what you say? You want in or not?"
Joseph had stared down into his now empty mug while Theresa explained the offer, tossing the idea back and forth in his head. He knew that he'd be stuck in this for a while, figuring a debt repayment situation was on hand. But he knew that he wanted some for of leverage now before he locked into it. "I want to look around."
"Excuse me?" Theresa asked, raising an eye ridge.
"I want to look at what I'll be getting into," Joseph said, his gaze now lifting to lock onto Theresa. "If I'm understanding this offer correctly, I'd be giving up some elementary freedoms and being subjected to gods know what you and this house of yours can come up with. I know better than to go into something risky without scooping about. So I wanna see what's what before I give an honest answer. Deal?"
Theresa sat there for a moment, looking over to Ivana. Ivana was still looking towards the dragon before she grinned, giving an idle nod. "If she approves," Theresa thought to herself before looking back to Joseph. "Alright, you got yourself a deal. We leave 8AM sharp, and should make it in time for breakfast."
"Means I'm giving you guys a ride then," Ivana asked, rolling her eyes when she spotted a nod from the alligator. "Just add gas money to the list of things you owe me, Theresa. At this rate, I'll get a private session with Lance again."
It was early in the morning for the harem, the entirety of the House having gathered in the dining hall for breakfast. And when a group such as this is used to a nighttime schedule, 8AM is ridiculously early to be awake.
The hall itself wasn't very impressive, easily comparable to a high school cafeteria. The walls were painted in a shade of white that oddly projected warmth and life for such a dull setting. Half dozen lunch tables were scattered across the floor, with a couple more pressed against a wall in their folded position. Against the back wall laid the buffet serving area, and next to it was the kitchen access. Several furs came in and out through here: Harem members on kitchen detail or those wanting something else for a meal.
Although everyone normally mingled with others on the harem, days like these caused the more popular members to gather for a discussion. Sitting at the head position of the gathering was Lance, the equine taking a moment to finish his bowl of cereal before turning his attention to the eight others joining him at the table. "So, what you guys think about this new guy showing up?"
"Shh.. Eating," Trinity said with a slight smirk, sensually licking a strawberry before taking a bite. "Besides, we're as in the dark about this as you are. Only thing Master Crux mentioned was that we were 'expecting a new guy.' But the way he said it..."
Everyone gave various grunts and mumbles of agreement, the female panther next to Lance speaking up first. "Yeah, the way he said it made it seem like something was odd about him."
"True, Tifa," Lance chimed in. "I'm betting he got more then one cock down there. But I doubt Theresa found a hyper or multi-endowed on the streets."
"Nah," Trinity said with scoff. "I'm guessing he's some kind of an exotic species. Maybe one of those Pokemon I keep hearing about." She shrugged, continuing to mess with her fruit. "Besides, I think the Twins and K.A.T. could use some extra competition." She tried to contain another smirk as the table rang in protest, but her flicking tail was a dead giveaway. "Hey, it just means more money for everyone."
"If that's what you wanna think," Tifa growled menacingly. She never did like mornings. And the fact that she still had the stitches from her run-in with Inaris weren't helping her cause. "Thirty bucks says he's a cunt boy."
This caused a few eyebrows to be raised, a quiet voice coming up from the brief silence. "Hold on a second. You're telling me they do exist?"
Tifa couldn't help but to chuckle, her form leaning forward to look down the length of the table. Knowing who spoke, she locked gazes with the slightly blushing cheetah girl. "Oh Misha, you silly little girl. How could you think they not exist?"
"I mean come on, Tiffany," Misha said, trying to keep from blushing harder. "It should be psychically impossible for a male body to have female parts. Its... its just not right!"
Tifa held herself back for a moment before she chuckled. "Oh yeah. I forgot that you haven't been banged by a hermaphrodite yet. If you can believe that something is packing everything, you can believe in cunt boys." She turned her attention back to the table as a proper. "Now, I got any takers on my bet?"
Lance whinnied before he raised a hand. "I'll take you on that, Tifa. Throw in the tag of 'Personal plaything for one night' and I'm in for it all the way."
Tifa simply smirked, reaching out one of her paws to Lance. "You and your sexual favor tag-ons. As long as you don't puss out, you have yourself a bet."
Everyone watched as Lance nodded and reaches a hand to shake Tifa's. This caused Jamie to shake his head in disbelief before he looked towards Tifa. "Wow, that's one hell of a bet. And outie versus an innie. Just what makes you think you're gonna win?"
Tifa flashed her nearly trademark grin: Clean, white fangs coming to full view, her tongue slipping out to lick along her whiskers and ebony lips. "Mmmmm..." she said with a purr. "Let's just call it woman's intuition."
Cruxentine couldn't stop pacing as he waited outside, his gaze either down to the ground or towards the small dirt lot that served as the customer parking. He was getting a little worried at this point, and understandably so. Normally he was the one that went out and found the 'talent' from the streets, with a rather successful streak.
"But this is the first time on her walks that she claimed to have found something," he muttered under his breath, taking a moment to adjust his pants. "I don't tend to trust her judgement, but I think she may be onto something. Just what did she happen to find?"
He grumbled lightly, wishing that Theresa would stop going on these midnight rain walks. "I know you're a strong girl, but I worry you might come across someone as big as me. Then what would I do?" He had started to ponder some rather dark ideas when he heard tires pressing against loose dirt. His gaze shifted to the vacant lot as he spotted a gray sports sedan pulling in. He gave a content huff before he made his way down the path.
Crux made it to the lot just before the car doors opened, Ivana being the first the step out from the front passenger seat. The crocodile flashed a confused look as he pointed towards the driver's side. "I thought you didn't like anyone driving your M3."
"I can make exceptions, you know," Ivana said, one of her wings giving a faint motion to suggest she was pointing with it. "Besides, Theresa is a better driver than you give her credit for."
"Yeah, if you insist," Crux said smugly, his attention turning to the driver's side once Theresa had stepped out. "And since when did you know how to drive a manual transmission?"
Theresa smiled coyly, pulling her freshly braided hair back behind her. "Since now, thank you much. I've been meaning to find a new 'Useful Talent' to add to my list." She chuckled gently, leaning her shoulder against the door of the car. "You have everyone assembled?"
Cruxentine gave a nod. "Everyone's still in the dining hall. And rumors are a plenty." His attentions were shifted as he heard a third door open and close, his ruby red eyes catching a glimpse of a blue and lavender dragon standing next to Theresa. "You must be Joseph."
Joseph gave a nod, his eyes already starting to roam over Crux's form. "Mmmm... tall, dark and hunky," He said rather brightly, already rubbing his paws together in wanting. "I'm liking this place already, folks."
Crux continued to keep a somewhat commanding demeanor, his black scales easily hiding a bit of a blush. He decided to take the lead, making his way down to Joseph. He reached out his left paw, quickly placing his claws on the underside of Joseph's snout. He forced the dragon to tilt his head upwards, Crux using slight pressure to guide Joseph backwards and against the rear quarter of the car. He took a moment to get a better glance over of the smaller form, Crux slowly licking his lips.
"Mmm.. You might do well, young Joseph," Crux said deeply, preparing for his favorite pastime: The initial feel-up of new pets. He pulled the dragon forward a couple of steps, away from the car, before he began lewdly petting his way around Joseph's body. "Hmm. Solid muscle and bone structure," Crux murmured, starting on one of Joseph's arms and making his way towards the chest. "No breasts, which could be a coin flip."
Joseph huffed loudly, trying to keep composed while being felt up. "Well what did you expect? I am a guy, by clothing-on technicality." He continued to try remaining calm, though the feeling up was starting to turn him on a little bit. And without much of a warning, Joseph felt one of the croc's digits slipping past his scales and into his slit. He shuddered firmly, his knees going slightly weak and a distinctly feminine moan slipping from his throat.
"Technically a guy you say?" Crux mocked, a light cackle coming from him before he withdrew the digit. He licked it clean as he made his way back towards Theresa, placing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Looks like you found yourself a real winner. If I didn't know better, I'd think you planned this one."
"You wish," Theresa said, placing a devious lick to Crux's snout. She then shifted past his form, shoving her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie before turning to Ivana. "Thanks for the lift, sweetheart." She grinned before turning her gaze back to the males. "Let's go boys. We have an appearance to make."
Lance and Trinity were having a bit of a problem trying to get everyone back in order in the main hall. It had been a while since everyone had to awake this early, and a even longer span since a full review. It wasn't even a hard concept to gather, at times. Simply lining everyone up on the main staircase, males to one side and females on the other. This allowed a new customer to be escorted through the front door and be greeted by nearly thirty nude, smiling faces.
"But why can't they just seem to get it right?" Trinity said through a pout, folding her arms in disgust as no one seemed to co-operate. "I swear, they'd only listen if one of us had a whip on hand."
Almost as if on cue, a violent crack echoed though the air, causing a few to jump off guard and for the whole room to become silent. Lance quietly started to recoil the length of braided leather, holding it in his left hand as he pointed with his right. "Its not that hard, guys. Ladies to my right, guys to my left, only six furs per step. Is it honestly that hard?"
Murmurs slipped through the crowd before they finally came to order, forming into the directed formation. Lance gave a nod to the group before he smiled to Trinity, both of them taking their respective spots as Alphas right before Theresa opened and entered through the door. "Good morning, Mistress Theresa," the harem rang.
"Good morning, my pets," Theresa practically cheered out, a soft smile still lingering on her snout. She made a motion to Lance and Trinity, the pair advancing forward as she removed her hoodie. "How is everyone doing, Alphas?"
"Everyone's groggy as hell, as one would expect," Lance said, turning to glance at the assembly before looking back to Theresa. "Everyone but Inaris is accounted for, since he's still a little tied up at the moment." The trio snickered quietly at that before all calming down, Lance clearing his throat to speak again. "So what's with this new guy?"
"Nothing is really 'with' him, Lance," Theresa said, wrapping the sleeves of her hoodie around her waist. "Though there is a slight problem as to where he'll be sleeping." Her gaze shifted back to the Alphas, both of them showing states of confusion. "Well, see for yourself. Bring him in, Crux."
On the cue, Theresa stepped from in front of the door, Trinity and Lance doing the same as Crux walked in. His pants were covered in a layer of brown dirt, almost suggesting he was in a bit of a scuffle. He was holding a leash on one hand, tugging it to force Joseph to stumble up behind him. The dragon had his hands bound and his muzzle shut with duct tape, the scales on his chest dusted with dirt. Around his neck rested a purple leather collar, the d-ring stretched as tension was held on the leash. Crux quietly walked past the three, stopping in front of the assembled harem. "Morning, ladies and gentlemen."
"Morning, Master Crux," the crowd said again, though not as cheerful due to a bit of shock. A few even took the effort to sniff at the air, causing a few murmurs to rise from the crowd. None more apparent than the slight cackle that escaped Tiffany. "That's $30 and your ass, Lawrence!"
Lance sniffed at the air before he gave a loud grumble of disgust. "Ah for fucks sake," he proclaimed, moving behind the dragon. He then rather lewdly licked one of his fingers, reaching the slicked digit around Joseph's form and sliding it between his folds. Lance felt around for a moment, not even bothering to explain his case nor dodge Joseph's attempts at a head-butt. After a few moments, Lance gave up, withdrawing his digit before slapping hard against Joseph's ass. "You just cost me, kid."
Joseph was blushing hard under his scales, the blue and lavender blend on his cheeks burning with a tint of red. He just got molested in front of complete strangers, and their wasn't a damn thing he could do. He was so caught off by it he didn't even notice Cruz had introduced him to the harem, then yanked his leash to force him to follow. "Gods, it can't get any worse," He thought to himself.
Theresa shook her head again as Crux led Joseph away, folding her arms on her chest as she looked to Lance and Trinity. "So?"
"Female harem," Lance said while cleaning his finger. "He may be built like a guy, but if he's capable of a heat cycle, we're screwed."
"Agreed," both of the females said. "He'd probably be safer with us anyway," Trini commented. "Only real risk he'll have is if he crosses paths with Tifa. And judging by what just happened, he's already on her good side." She smirked, turning her attention towards Lance. "Now do you believe in a woman intuition?"
"Bite me, Trini," Lance said hoping that she'd leave him alone. "What's gonna happen with new guy?"
Theresa shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine, honestly. Though if I know him, he'll probably stick him in the same cell with Inaris. We'll just see what happens from there." She smiled before gazing to the murmuring harem, clapping her hands to gain their attention. "Elizabeth, Cory. Come with me to help with my bath. Everyone else, you're dismissed until working hours."
With the cue the crowd quickly dispersed, scattering in various directions. Theresa huffed tiredly as she watched them all go, tossing her sweatshirt aside before making her way towards the bath with the Pinto and red fox in tow. "Gods, I can tell its going to be a long day."