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Tales of an Innkeeper.

Chapter one: Nine Point Massage.

My name is Marcus Outland. My boss and coworkers call me Outlander. I work about fifty miles out of a big city in a tiny inn/resort for the many, MANY, species that wander the earth and are in need of a few nights rest.

Well its kind of an inn. We harbor a few folks that have taken a living to here, including a wolf/centaur hybrid, a lamia that loved to constrict people and call it hugging, a slime girl, and a kyuubi that lives in her bedroom with thousands of books.

I came to work here when I lost my home in the city due to a falling out with my ex-girlfriend. She kicked me out on my ass and left me with nothing but the clothes on my back. When I went to the bus station to get a ticket back to my folks a very, VERY assertive troll told me she was hiring at her inn.

I'm not saying my boss is mean and cold, she is a literal troll. A seven foot tall, fanged, Cro-Magnon like lumbering brute with more facial hair than me.

Take the ugliest thing you have eve seen and mix it with a sumo wrestler and you have my boss. She even had the most disgusting name I had ever heard.

Roxanne.

Roxanne Steeltooth was one of the meanest, brutal, crazy trolls you could ever lay eyes on. She once fought a bear with her bare hands and broke its arms with her teeth. I know I watched in horror and had to stomach the bear meat stew the next night.

I worked at the Rusty Toe Inn for about a year now and each job I had to do was sometimes worse than the last. My last job from the previous night was to clean up the tub where Slime-girl had bathed... I had never seen Slime-girl but the messes she made were beyond disgusting. Blue gel that stuck to the fingers and... sucked like a leach. I knew some of the other male workers sometimes saved the goop and took it to their rooms at night.

Gross.

I woke up like I usually did, to the clopping of our centaur as she did her morning jog. Her name was Shadowstripe and she was a strange combination of wolf and centaur. Well her upper torso was that of an anthropomorphic wolf while her body was that of a lion. She had been an occupying renter for more than three years and almost all of her troubles fell on one of the less fortunate workers.

I walked into the spacious lobby where my boss sat typing at her personally made keyboard with a frown. Although with her facial structure I was beginning to think she couldn't smile at all.

Not that she would want to.

She looked to me with a grunt and tossed me a key.

"What am I cleaning today oh majestic lord?" I added with growing anger and sarcasm.

"Your not cleaning anything worm. You're giving a massage to one of our longest renting guests." she growled back with a spark in her dull green eyes.

"Massage!? I don't know the first thing about massages? And who asked for this massage? Shadowstripe? Goop-girl? Please don't say the lamia..."

Roxanne's lower tusks fell down as she sighed, furrowing her enormous eyebrows with a groan.

"No you need to massage the kyuubi. Apparently she threw out her back picking up books and she won't go out of the inn. She said she'll pay top dollar if its good and you're the only worker here that doesn't have a rock hard dick all the time."

I frowned and gave her a point with my thumb.

"That's because I don't approve of mixed species relations! The thought of a lamias... Just no!"

Roxanne grinned and struck a very awkward pose with a giggle.

"What? Am I not troll enough for you?" she added with a cruel laugh.

"I'm gonna tell you this and tell you once Outlander, if you fuck this up I swear I'll dump your ass back in the city without so much as a penny to your name. I will break your legs so you cannot walk. I will tear out your tongue so you cannot talk... Don't fuck this up!"

I swallowed hard and nodded to her. She was pretty damn scary when she was angry. With a nod of her head I quickly ascended up the stairs to the room on the key, opening the door to a wide open studio with some boxes and a massage table already set up. A note lay on the table with familiar scrawling of my boss. I picked up the paper and read the list of things "Kiri" wanted for the massage.

Apparently Kyuubi were extremely shy and prone to fits of tensing up when scared, which meant I had to make the area as peaceful as possible. Upon reading further I learned Kyuubi were Japanese fox spirits that lived far from people.

With that new information I quickly checked over the massage techniques listed in a battered copy of Massage for Beginners. On the last page I found a handwritten footnote that read,

"Go for the tails."

Everything after that was wiped away with age but the words go for the tail were plain enough for me to commit to memory. I quickly set up the candle sticks and set around the assorted scented candles, lighting each one carefully as to not raise the smoke alarm. After a few hours of setup the room began to smell of vanilla and a flower I was unfamiliar with... Lotus I do believe.

I changed into a plain white t-shirt and slacks, waiting patiently in the chair by the table with baited breath.

I had seen Kiri only a handful of times and every time he had been under impressed. She always dressed in thick sweaters and turtlenecks with a long skirt that covered her tail. With thick birth control glasses and her hair always done back in a tight bun Kiri wasn't what you would call model material.

Nevertheless I would try to give her a good massage...

"Excuse me? Are you Marcus?" Came a voice so shy it was almost a whisper.

I turned around and stood with mouth agape. Kiri stood in front of me devoid of her normal garments in exchange for a long towel wrapped around her chest. Her hair was completely undone and hun down her back with a few bangs covering one eye which were un-blocked from the thick glasses she usually wore.

Now I must have missed something about Kyuubi physiology because she did not have one tail...

She had nine.

"Yeah, yeah... um just go ahead and lay on the table if you don't mind."

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a nod, making a small wave of her finger telling me to turn around. I quickly spun around to avert my eyes. After a few moments and a grunt from Kiri I only judged she was ready. She was laying face down on the table and was fussing with the towel covering her buttocks, which the tails seemed to be fighting off.

"You don't have to worry about the towel I promise I'm not that kind of masseuse."

Kiri nodded her head and her tails draped over her legs. Her entire body was curvaceous, an hourglass frame complimented by toned legs and a golden red coat.

I quickly shook my head and set to work, placing my hands on her shoulders. No sooner had my hands touched her flesh than her entire body seized up. Even her tails stood up on end.

"I'm sorry sir... I have not been touched so... intimately for some time." She whispered.

I groaned to myself and tried to massage her shoulder with little result except the occasional cry of pain.

"Listen I need you to relax Kiri... I promise I'm not going to hurt you and if you want my help I need you to relax."

Kiri took a deep breath and exhaled, releasing more tension than I thought she could do consciously. I again set to work on her shoulders with considerable more success this round, drawing an occasional groan from the buxom kyuubi.

Stop that Marcus she's a fur for god fuckin sake!

I began to get to the softest areas of her lower torso, rolling the furry flesh under my hands like a baker with his dough. Her breathing became slow and steady as her body molded under my hands, much more than I thought.

"Lower." She whispered.

I obliged and reached the area at the base of her tails, pressing my palm against the base as I moved my hand in steady circular motions. A loud moan escaped her lips as she gripped the sheets of the table.

The tails...

I took one tail in my hand experimentally and felt the bushy weight of the fine silken tail. With all of the confidence of a pimply teenager I stroked the length of the tail and back again, drawing an immediate response from Kiri. Her moan became a feral groan with every stroke and with a whine her tails all wrapped tightly around my arm.

I was beginning to have second thoughts on the whole interspecies rant I had earlier as the soft furry tails brushed along my arms and against my clothed chest. Just the sensation of touching the fur was giving me a raging hard on. She looked over her shoulder as she propped herself on one arm, the other guarding her breasts as one eye lazily crossed my figure.

"Would you please remove your shirt? My tails don't much care for the course fabric."

I obliged and tugged off the muscle shirt before casting it to the side, the orange candlelight catching my sweating chest.

"I want a body slide... it would help me relax more..."

I had no idea what a body slide was but quickly got the picture as one particularly steamy fic I read came directly to mind. I got on top of her with my arms propped across her shoulders, as if I was going to do pushups. I lowered myself and brushed her entire back with my chest and lowered my nose to her hair with a long draw of breath.

Fuckin Christ she smelled like strawberries.

Her tails wrapped around my hips as each lowering of my chest was brought closer and heavier against her. Finally after a few strokes my arms about gave out and I quickly had to sit on her back to catch my breath.

"I need to flip over." She said with a lingering confidence.

"Beg pardon?"

She pushed me up and rolled over, exposing her breasts to my eyes as well as her other more intimate areas with a sly grin.

"I um... I'm not sure I..."

She put a finger to my mouth as her other hand grabbed my own, placing it on her left breast and holding it there for a time.

"I'm sure you do."

Her hand then went to the bulge in my slacks and gave a tender squeeze.

"I KNOW you do."

Cant argue with that.

I held each breast in my hands and immediately admired the soft fur that covered them and the weight of each. I massaged the globes with a subtle squeeze every few seconds or so which drove the quivering kyuubi beneath me into fits.

Her mouth contorted into a grin of pleasure with each tender squeeze, each lingering flick of my thumb across her nipple, each and every time I rubbed my cock across her stomach.

The slacks were going to be the death of me. Merely watching her face while I pleasured her was enough to make me blow my load. Her eyes focused on mine as if looking into my very desires before she leaned up and placed her lips to my naked neck.

"You taste like the fields... Impeccable." She moaned with each lingering trail of licks she made across my neckline.

I groaned with each swipe, growing closer and closer to a climax I did not want. My mind fought against me with the taboo of it all and the pleasure of the experience. I'd be damned if this little nervous kyuubi wasn't the best I ever had and I wasn't even inside of her.

As if answering my thoughts Kiri pushed me back and sat on the table with one leg crossing the other, her eyes fixed solely on my belt and slacks.

"Off."

I quickly dropped my pants and boxers with one motion, standing before the mistress with my cock poised at the ready. She walked around me and finally stood behind me with one hand trailing across my abdomen moving south towards my....

"Looks like your already lubed up..." She whispered into my ear as her thumb dexterously rubbed the tip of my shaft. A thin stream of pre-cum dripped out with the pleasure of her touch.

"You are a good little boy aren't you?"

I nodded my head with eyes closed.

"Then taste your reward."

She swung around planting her breasts against my chest while arcing one leg around me to shove my entire shaft against the soft fur of her crotch which seethed with the fires of lust. Her mouth opened and met my own at an angle, lips pressing against one another while tongues playfully prodded against one another.

"Ooooooooh." She managed to moan while occupied with my taste.

She tasted of sweet grass and something else... something I couldn't put my finger on which made it even more addicting.

"Rosemary..." She whispered huskily with a draw of her tongue against her chops.

"The taste is rosemary."

And it was a good taste. Finally she laid on the table on her back, each tail stroking my cock as if an invitation to enter. With the dexterousness of a jaguar I slid on top of her and planted kisses across her face, slowly arcing my body to touch hers with growing ferocity.

"I want you to pleasure me masseur. Massage my burning loins with your cock."

I eagerly positioned myself and slowly slid in with a series of gasps. She was almost burning down there it was so hot. With each thrust she clawed a bit deeper into my back with her hands. Her soft breasts found place with my hand while I continued to fuck the whining kyuubi. Her eyes glowed with lust each time I made contact with her walls, my hilt soon coming against her with a satisfying slap.

"Harder!"

Her walls began to shiver, her entire body was tensing up... She was close. Finally I slammed my shaft into her with one final glorious cry, spreading thick ropes of cum deep inside of her. Her claws dug deep into my back as she too cried out, almost a whine more so than a scream.

She laid there with her hands still on my back, thin lines of blood dripping off of my chest.

"I don't think you threw out your back did you?" I groaned while falling on top of her.

Her mouth kissed my neck and shoulder while she wrapped both legs, arms, and tails around me in the ecstasy of after-sex.

"No I did not... But if I do in the future I will call upon you."

She ran hands and tails across my flesh while humming softly to herself while my own mind swam with all kinds of thoughts. However it did not matter once my eyes grew heavy with the promise of sleep.

"I'll be sure to tip you quite generously... for the nasty injuries you sustained of course." She added with a soft nibbling of my neck line.

"I'll also be sure to tell the others of your... talents."