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Tales From The Red Rose Brothel

Change Me!

Raymond walked down the winding road to a destination he knew well. The rotund bear had a hidden grin on his face as he more waddled then walk to the doors of the Red Rose Brothel. He had a need that had to be seen to by a lovely, muscular skunk that worked there.

He needed changing and badly. The soft crinkling sound of his messy diaper could be heard if one listened closely but the vile smell that would creep up the nose was a dead give away. Unfortunately, Raymond's fetish went unanswered for years. Not many are willing to change another male's diaper, especially a 43 year old software egineer.

Oh yes, he had tried all the chat rooms, online services, and listings on Craig's List but nothing solid came of it until a cute doe had introduced him to what he considered his 'second home'. For a mere five-hundred dollars he could live out his fantasy with Fitz, one of the male escorts that had very few limits. Raymond could already feel those tender paws wiping and caressing his dirty, shit covered asshole.

The bear had to adjust his undergarments as the weight of his mess pulled down a little. He let out a little groan as his fecal matter pressed back against the fur of his ass with a sticky, sickening feeling. The suction of the cold shit in his diaper glued itself to his backside once more.

He saw Hershel the doorman and smiled, tipping the bull a twenty as he sauntered in, ignoring the look of distain on the large bull's face. Raymond took a deep breath of the perfumed air, the normal delightful scents getting fouled by his day old piss and shit fermenting in his garments. His trousers showed signs of a little leakage around his thighs. The three escorts in the familiar 'Sultan's Harem' lounge either wrinkled their noses or turned their head to stiffle a gag. It was seen as poor form to overtly show disgust at a client no matter what fetish they were into. As long as 'Daiper Dave' as the escorts called Raymond didn't hire them they could care less.

Raymond waddled up to the bar area of the lounge where Trina sat looking over a ledger. She sniffed once and looked up from her papers, "Ah, Raymond! Welcome back. I trust you have been well?"

He didn't care for females. Tits and cunt were not his thing. If he wanted fucking he wanted dick or the lips of an athletic looking guy. He liked making those 'jock types' change him, suck him, and if he had the energy to fuck their asses. Someday he hoped to get that far with Fitz. One thing he could say about Trina is that unlike everyone else she always seemed happy to see him here. It was refreshing to say the least. "I wanna hire Fitz for the evening."

Trina's ears folded a little, "Unfortunately Fitz is...occupied this evening. However, if you would like I could let you see some of the other escorts that might be to your liking."

This did not sit well with Raymond. Fitz knew what he liked and just where he liked it. Frowning, he huffed, "What do you mean he's 'occupied'?"

"Now, now," Trina tutted, "It's not professional of me to give details." She knew that Fitz had asked for a break from Raymond's now weekly visits. Currently the skunk was relaxing in Heather the Undying's care as she was wrapping him in herb-soaked linens for a brief rest in the crypts below the brothel. "You can see who is available right now. I assume a male for the evening?"

Raymond nodded as Trina took out a binder that had a photo listing of each male escort and what they were into. None of them really tickled his fancy and almost all were not offering what he wanted until he got to the last page. There was a nicely muscled coyote that didn't have changing diapers on his limits list. In fact, according to the information he was open to anything! "Him," Raymond pointed, "I want Blaine!"

The doe nodded as she took back the binder. Blaine was one of the newest to work here at the brothel. He was a quarterback at Ginder University who got into a lot of debt betting on sports. To prevent him from getting kicked out of college and to raise money to pay off his debts he started working at the Red Rose. Unfortunately, he listed 'anything' on his fetish list in despiration for money. "That will be $500," Trina stated as she got Blaine's room key from one of the cubby holes behind the bar. Raymond paid the doe in a wad of crumpled twenties and accepted the key to room 21. As the bear waddled off Trina pressed a button letting Blaine know that he had a client on the way.

Parting the silk curtians to the hallway where the escorts had their rooms, he waddled down the red carpet past wooden doors with numbers on them. He heard faint screaming as he moved past Room 9. He did not want to know what was going on in there. He made it to Room 21, inserting the key. The door opened to a dorm room like setting with the coyote sitting on the single bed dressed in a football jersey and jeans. He looked up to see Raymond when his face fell about two moments later. The bear grinned, "So, you're Blaine, huh?"

The fat slob of a bear looked at least 250 pounds and was nothing but fat it looked like. Blaine took a deep breath for a sigh and immediately regreted doing so. The sharp reek hit his nose like a roofing hammer! 'Oh fuck,' he thought. 'What the hell is this?'

"Ahem," Blaine began as he attempted to clear his throat, "Wh-what can I do for you tonight?"

Raymond grinned, unbuckling his belt and takinging off his loafers. "I want you to change me, boy." As he said the last word the bear's pants hit the floor unleashing a wave of rancid, trapped air that made Blaine gag. The coyote got off the bed and coughed, his arm bracing himself against the wall for support. Raymond took advantage of this to waddle over to the bed, the springs creaking as he laid down on the surface. The crinkling and squishing sound made by what was waiting in the plastic diaper made Blaine wince, his lunch from earlier threatening to come up. Raymond relaxed as he saw the coyote's discomfort, "Come on now, I paid good money for you. Get over here and change me!"

As Blaine tried to recover he saw the hidden door at the back of the room open. It was Vizaxyn, one of the maintence girls that fetched and fixed things around the brothel. She had a large powder blue diaper bag in her feathered arms. She was one of the only avians Blaine had ever met and was the only crow he knew of. She opened her beak in a low tone so the bear couldn't hear, "Fitz said you'll need this. Sorry you had such awful luck tonight, Blaine." She quickly closed the hidden door back with a soft click. Blaine steeled himself as he turned back to face his client.

Walking over to the bed in about three steps, he got a chance to survey the bear in full. He was not going to enjoy this but he was going to do what he could. If one failed to please a client then you were punished. There was no getting fired. You were either beaten, docked pay, or given to Sanita depending on how bad you failed. With a gulp, Blaine reached for the tabs of the diaper, unfastening them with the sicking sound of old tape being peeled back. After the second one was undone, he slowly pulled the front of the garment down. The sight that greeted him made him lose his lunch onto the floor. The image before him was a mass of tar-like brown and black with small puddle pockets of dirty yellow. The bear's groin was even caked with the foul paste. Raymond's cock rose out of the mire like a pink and brown colored misshapen monolith. It looked like someone had splattered chocolate cake frosting haphazardly over the bear's maleness. The coyote's mind blanked out in horror. "Now wipe me clean! I have been a messy, messy bear today," Raymond chortled. He grinned at the coyote's obvious shock.

Blaine numbly got a box of wet wipes from the diaper bag, taking out three. With a lot of hesitation, he began to wipe the bear's cock clean while the fat slob groaned with pleasure. It was the most degrading thing he had ever done. Blaine didn't mind ucking dick or taking it in the ass but this was too much! He managed to get the bear's dick clean of shit and piss before having to get more wet wipes. When he turned back to clean Raymond's balls, the fat bear unleashed a stream of piss into his face.

That was the last straw.

With a scream of rage and shame Blaine jumped on top of the bear, straddling his chest as he began to beat the ever loving tar out of him. Raymond was shocked as the first three punches rained down on his face. The next few seconds were nothing more then sparks and flashes as more punches landed on his face and head. The quarterback had lost it. Blaine didn't stop until it was way too late. He heaved with heavy pants, ignoring the stench as Raymond's bowels exited one last time in death. The coyote, with fresh blood coating his fists and forearms, got off the bed, backing away until he felt a wall behind him. He sank down, looking at the carnage he had wrought across the room. His blind rage had ended not only that fat bear's life but likely his own as well. Only certain times was death of a client tolerated and this was not one of them. Blaine felt tears stream down his cheeks as he waited for someone to come and check on him. He wasn't worried about going to jail since the brothel administered it's own justice.

The End