"Care to Stay a While?"
A frustrated man on vacation runs off from his friends, only to find a crime in progress. His intervention leads to much stranger goings-on shortly after.
"You do this all the time!" "Oh, fuck you! You didn't even want to go until I suggested it!" "Do you _have _to be such a bitch?!" "Do you?!"
Jesus fucking Christ...
Ethan's vacation with his friends in Las Vegas has more than gone a little stale. Their team lost the tournament earlier that day, and they're headed home soon. Before leaving, of course, two of his friends, Natalie and Trish, wanted to go to see the huge Hershey's store, and didn't know where to look first. He ended up accompanying them into the Excalibur, and somehow, after a few hours of walking in circles, the trio eventually got lost in the Luxor, the huge casino shaped like a pyramid. It would be pretty interesting to explore, if the two ladies weren't arguing the whole time. Ethan's just stood back as the duo leads him in circles whilst bickering at each other. He's stayed out of it, so far, since he honestly couldn't stop them from fighting if he tried; they're too stubborn-headed.
"If you don't think this is the right way, _you _try leading us around!" Trish so-smugly jeers.
"I would, if you'd stop for a damn second. And I've _been _trying to get us out of here, I've been telling you directions for the past hour!" Natalie retorts.
"Oh, really!? Your last "direction" ended up getting us lost in the food court!"
"Hey, we all make mistakes!"
"Well, you more than most people, apparently!" Trish shouted out.
"Fuck you, Trish!"
"No, fuck you!"
It's at this point that Ethan's had enough. " *ENOUGH, * damnit! The _both _of you!"
*"STAY OUT OF THIS!" * Both the quarreling ladies say in near-unison.
"How can I?!" The frustrated man just cannot take anymore of their bullshit. "I have been following you two in circles for 2 hours now, with nothing but 'Bitch-bitch-bitch-whine-bitch' the entire time! You two have been enough to burn through the aspirin I took before we started walking! Now I've got a splitting headache!" He rubs his temples to try reducing the pain, to no avail.
"If you've got a problem, then you shouldn't have come along." Natalie states bluntly.
"Well, I thought it was going to be fun! But instead, I've just been walking in circles slowly losing my patience with you two!" Ethan walks towards one of the nearby elevators, pressing the button to go down. Trish cocks a brow at him for a minute.
"We never said anything about going down, Ethan."
"You didn't..." The elevator dings, and he walks inside and immediately presses the button for the ground floor. "...but I am."
"You're _not _walking off from us just to get lost!" Before Natalie can intervene, Ethan slams down on the button to close the elevator, and she steps back before it closes on her arms.
"Then try and stop me." The elevator starts humming as it goes a few floors down, him repeatedly pressing the 'Cancel Call' button to avoid the girls trying to bring him back up. When he finally reaches the ground floor, he spends little time finding the exit door out into the city streets. Yes, perhaps what he did was a little extreme, but he just needs from damn space from those two! They're always at each other's throats, it's infuriating.
Ethan walks the streets for barely a minute, and, lo and behold, found a way over to the Hershey's place those two have been looking for. God damn, if it was this easy, they must've had some shitty sense of direction. He's just about to go towards the crosswalk when he notices a woman being harrassed by a man in the parking lot. He ducks behind a corner to observe, and upon inspection, he can see the man has a knife, and he can hear them talking.
"Now don't you be movin' no place, girlie." The grungy old man says in a very low, broken tone. "I've been looking for a fix all night, but none these whores want any o'me."
His victim almost looks a bit like a showgirl, the way she's wearing those fox ears and tail. At least, it _looks _like a costume; it's not one he's ever seen before. She's struggling against him, screaming, "Get away from me! Stop!"
He debates getting involved. On the one hand, it's the right thing to do, but the last thing he needs is to get into any trouble all alone in the city! But who knows what the man plans to do with her...actually, it's pretty obvious what he has in mind, the way he's grabbing at her panties.
"Y'all sluts're all th'same." He tries to bring the knife to her neck, but she bites into his hand and he drops it. Seems like a better opportunity than any. Ethan runs in and grabs the knife from the man, throwing it off towards some shrubbery. It looks as if the man's unarmed now...until he pulls out a gun. The girl runs behind a car parked nearby, leaving Ethan to deal with the would-be rapist. "Don't be coming over here tryin' to be a hero, fucker."
Ethan puts his hands into the air, slowly, and tries to speak with an even tone. "Alright, calm down there. You don't want to be causing a scene here, now do you?" He looks for a weakness in the man's stance, putting his self-defence knowledge to the test. For one, the felon's grip on his gun is shotty at best, and there's a tenseness about him; it would appear the man is afraid, may not even shoot Ethan. He takes a big risk in believing the gun to be a bluff, and Ethan walks slowly towards the man, showing no signs of hostility. "Now, if we just let go of that gun..."
Sadly, Ethan's gamble goes sour as the man shoots him in the chest, a jolt of adrenaline from the shot making Ethan burst into action. He grabs the man's arm, bringing his knee up to crack the man's elbow, forcing him to drop the gun. Ethan quickly reacts, grabbing it and aiming it, planning to shoot the man's knee. Out of ammo, damnit!
The rapist lunges forward with a powerful left hook, connecting with Ethan's jaw. It's not enough to break it, but holy Hell, was it powerful. Ethan quickly recovers, sweeping the man's legs and elbow-dropping into his chest. The assailant lays on the ground, unconscious, as the shock from Ethan's injury finally exits his body, along with a lot of blood. His body finally registers the wound, and his body functions shut down almost instantly. He blacks out onto the ground, head reeling as the last thing he sees is a puddle of his own blood.
It's unsure how much time has passed since he blacked out, but as Ethan wakes up, he finds himself not dead, or in a hospital, but in a cozy queen-size bed, tucked under a silken blanket. The bed is situated in the center of a very fancy room, almost like a master suite, the kind of thing you'd see in a 5-star hotel or mansions. He gets up slowly, but, strangely, didn't hurt at all. He goes to inspect his wound, and notices he's not in his grey polo and work jeans. Instead, he's wrapped up in a bath robe, and, rubbing over his wound area, feels no pain, no anything; not even a scar to be seen. What could've happened while he was out?
His answer's in the form of the woman he saved, coming into the room with a large plate of steaming food. She's garbed in a traditional kimono, and inspection would show that it may just be _all _she's wearing; Ethan's keeping himself from staring, although he has a good feeling she's hoping he does. She's also still wearing those fox ears, for whatever reason, the same shade of color as her blond hair. It strikes Ethan as odd, but perhaps she just likes wearing them. "Well, seems my hero's finally awake. Did you know you snore when you sleep?"
Ethan bites into a leg of turkey, his time recovering leaving him surprisingly hungry. He swallows the mouthful before answering. "You're that girl from the Luxor, right? Where exactly did you take me?"
The girl giggles a little as Ethan eats, her hazel eyes twinkling a little. "At my late father's estate. He passed it onto me a few years ago. I miss him a lot." She remains rather cheery-faced, even if her tone has become rather somber. "It can get lonely out here, if it weren't for the others."
"Others?" Ethan inquires as he sips on a glass of spiced cider. "There're people living with you here?"
"Hmm, you could say they're more co-workers, in a regard." The fox-eared girl smiles a bit mischeviously. "Y'know, I never did catch your name, cutie. It's not everyday someone runs in and saves my life on a whim."
"I'm Ethan Summers, I came with my..." he sighs, "'friends,' I'll say loosely, to compete with the APA."
"Those nuts who play pool?" The woman giggles. "My name's Atanya. But people here simply call me, er...mistress."
"Mistress?" Ethan's confused for a moment, until it clicks in his head...she was dressed skimpy in the lot, she's wearing nothing but a kimino and a smile on her face now, it's obvious...and it makes him smack his forehead with the base of his palm in an audible, almost comical fashion. "Oh."
"Eheheh..yeah." Atanya hands Ethan a spoon for his potatoes, making sure the gravy's nice and thick. "I've no shame in saying this is, in fact, a brothel. A very discreet one, at that. We have a very select clientelle, which makes for some interesting connections."
"A private brothel? An interesting use of an estate." He sips on the spiced cider once more before taking a big scoop of the mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Atanya can't help be smile. "You're taking this surprisingly well. I wasn't expecting you to be okay with this."
Swallowing, Ethan smiles at the woman. "What you do with your life isn't for me to judge. If it make you happy, so be it." He quickly follows up. "So, why were you in the city then?"
She blushes very heavily, her cheeks aflush with a bright red glow. "I, eh, get a little bored, being cooped up in here all the time. It's nice to get some fresh air. I just wasn't expecting that perv to be so desperate to fuck me, until you came along."
"Mhmm, I see." He sets his plate to the side, on a nightstand to the left of the bed. "I have to ask, how is it I don't even feel so much as a scratch? I wake up, and I'm apparently unscathed, even though I'm fairly certain a shot like that should've caused me to bleed out without proper attention."
"Home remedies!" Atanya says very whole-heartedly. "I learned a few from my father. He was always a bit of an egghead, learned a lot of things over the years. He even used to manage a small lab setup here in the estate. I used a few of his old remedies, and it's like it never happened!"
"That's incredible. I really have to thank you." Ethan beams a very appreciative smile.
"Oh, I couldn't leave my rescuer for dead, now could I? And besides, I think I need to be thanking for saving me from that creep." She plays at the ribbon tying together her kimono, slowly loosening it. "In fact, I could always think of...a few other ways to repay you."
Ethan already knew where this would lead. "Really, that won't be necessary. Honest."
"Oh, poo. You're no fun." She teases at Ethan, her fox ears twitching in an almost realistic manner. What is with her and that costume? "You know, we rarely ever have company around these days. At least, company that's not paying." She smiles a little smile at Ethan. "Care to stay a while?"
It's certainly a tempting offer, but he should probably get to finding Trish and Natalie. Then, he gets to thinking._ Am I fucking insane? _The way he sees it, he's not in any hurry to listen to those two again. And he's getting the offer to stay in a mansion! With an admittably attractive hostess! He doubles back on his decision to leave, and eagerly nods to Atanya. "I'd love to stay, thank you."
"Splendid." She stands herself up, tying her kimono tight before heading towards the door. "Let me know if you need anything...or if you change your mind about things." The last words were a bit more seductive-sounding...obviously. Ethan sits himself back to sleep off a sense of wearyness.
Coming to again, he can hear a little clatter from outside the room. He thinks it would be disrespectful to wander without permission, so Ethan decides to ignore it. Hmm, feeling a bit parched. He gets himself up, walking towards the small bathroom next to the bed. Rather convenient to have a personal bathroom here, that's for sure. He runs the faucet, washing some cold water over his face, and drinking a bit to quench his thirst. Ah, much better.
Drying up with a towelette, his attention is drawn to a closet in the corner of the room, apparently left open. Would be rude if he didn't close it for her. He walks over to close it, but something about the contents inside gets him curious. Upon opening it, he's more than a little intrigued: a closet full of headbands, all sporting a variety of ears and horns from different kinds of animals. Well, that explains a few things about my hostess. A certain headband that fell off a rack sports a pair of anubis-like ears, dark gray in color, with the headband reading "Wolf" on the bottom end of it. He picks it up, noting how off the ears feel; almost life-like. A chuckle reaches his mouth when he thinks of trying them on for a minute. Wouldn't hurt to goof around a little. I mean, what could go wrong?
He positions the headband on his head in a comfortable manner, and looks at himself in the mirror. It feels surprisingly form-fitting to his head, almost tailor-made. He starts to imitate a wolf for the laughs, sitting down on all fours and howling like a lunatic. "Grr, I'm a vicious predator! Rawr!" He does this for perhaps a minute or two to entertain himself, and decides he's had his fun. "Alright, let's get this stupid thing o-"
Suddenly, something feels off. He stands upright, nothing an odd feeling at the sides of his head. He goes to check his ears when he notices...he doesn't _have _any ears now! He panics, trying to look for the base of the headband to take it off, but he can't get a grip on it; it's like it completely vanished! The only thing left is the wolf ears, which, upon trying to pull off, only hurts him. He decides to test a theory, and tries to move the ears without touching them. They flick and flex back and forth to every sound made.
Ethan's visibly worried, trying to figure out what was with that headband he just put on. Almost in an instant, something in him starts to feel...different. More acute. He notes his hearing's improved dramatically: he can hear the water rushing through the pipes of the house, even taking notice to his own heartbeat. His smell becomes immaculant, which is surprising, considering he's clinically incapable of smell. His skin feels a lot more sensitive, especially around his ass. He lifts the bath robe to inspect it, and what he finds shocks him: a big, bushy tail, the same color as the ears! His faded brown hair starts to darken and lose color, until it's as dark gray as his new ears and tail. He screams out in a panic, with Atanya rushing in through the doorway upon hearing his outcry.
"Ethan! Ethan, are you a-"
She cuts short when she sees what's happened to Ethan. "Oh...oh dear..."
"What do you mean by 'Oh dear,' eh!? I need to know what's happened to me!" Ethan thumps his new tail back and forth, expecting a _really _good explanation. Atanya sighs and shuts the closet door.
"For one, you should know not to snoop through a lady's things." She tries to give Ethan a scolding glare, but seeing the ears on his head flick about, she can't help but smile a little. "And as for what happened, you stumbled across the brothel's little secret. These headbands here are...special."
"I would imagine so!" He looks remarkably angry at Atanya, managing to let out a low growl without even knowing it. Atanya simply steps back from him. "I want to know what's the deal with these...things! Why do you have them, how do I get this off?!"
"Okay, from the top." Atanya tries to keep her voice calm as she explains to Ethan, even with how funny it is to see his tail sway so sparratically. "These headbands, well..I made them, but not completely intentionally; at least, not in the way they work. See, my father left behind his lab equipment, and I've always had an, er....fascination, you know...with animals."
Ethan slaps himself for not figuring it out sooner. "So you're, what, a furry?"
"Eheh, more or less!" Atanya gives a sincere smile to lighten the mood. "So, I was looking into what I could do with an old drawer of headbands I had. My father was rather infamous for being an animal tester, which I never did approve of. I took some of his research, and with a little complex stuff that's hard to explain, I made the first of these." She points to the top of her head, where her fox ears perk up to attention. "I intended for them to be simple cosplay pieces for whenever I get bored, or I'm with friends, but they seemed to develop a few...side effects."
"Yeah, no kidding." Ethan stated with a slight sneer.
"Right..." She opens up the closet, looking at all the different headbands. They each bear the appearance of a different animal: bears, rabbits, dogs, cats, even a lizard! "Y'see, when someone puts one of these on, it seems to sink into their scalp, and becomes a part of them. I don't know why this is, perhaps it's something to do with the live samples, but they just seem to do that. Some of the common effects are, of course, the genetic shift you just had, and some symptomic changes in behavior.
Say what you will of her, Atanya's one smart cookie, cute to boot. But Ethan was still rather upset with her. "This is nice and all, but this doesn't answer my question: How do I get it off?"
"Erm...you don't. ever." Atanya is quickly shaking her hands to try to keep Ethan from panicking. "It's okay, it's okay! It won't do anything irreparable, I promise! Yes, there isn't really a way to get rid of that tail and ears there, but, eh...look on the bright side!"
"What bright side?!" Ethan screams in a frenzy.
"I'm trying to think of one, give me a minute!" Ethan's not exactly amused by that sentiment. "Look, you'll be fine. I'm sure you'll get used to this, honest."
"Does any of the others know about your little experiment?" Ethan inquires, his bushy tail thumping at the chair he's now sitting in.
"Do they ever! They can't get enough of these." She seems rather happy with herself, until Ethan's glare reminds her of the situation. "R-right. Well, I started making these just as the brothel was getting big. The others found out about them, and a few decided to try some on. Now, it's sort of a tradition, you could say; symbol of the brothel."
"And everyone's alright with it?"
"Well, that's why we're very private." Atanya adds. "Not everyone's keen on the idea they're fucking someone who looks like a cat, so we keep a few normal people to tend to the more discerning patrons, generally the new people. Some of them tend to join us, the ones wearing the headbands. Just recently, Anna got a pa-"
"Uh, could you, mmm, hold that thought?" Ethan's rubbing his legs together in visible discomfort. "I've got an itch in a, uh...certain area."
Ethan's about to lift the robe to scratch at his crotch when Atanya stops him. "Er, you sure you can't ignore it? I mean.."
"It's not gonna kill me to scratch my nuts for a second. Now, if you'd be so kind," Ethan knocks Atanya's hand away, and lifts his robe to notice... "FUCKING HELL!"
His cock's now that of the canine variety: a large, dark-grey sheath, with a fuzzy pair of nuts just below that. A tip of bright-red flesh is poking out of the top. Atanya gives him an awkward smile, which helps nothing towards his frozen expression of shock. "Yeah...I wanted to break that to you gently."
"You use these for....oh God.." Ethan looks just about to pass out, before Atanya grabs him. "Some interest you have! More like an obsession!"
"Hey, to be perfectly fair, the genitalia thing was just as much an accident as the tail and ears thing!" She gives Ethan a sort of dissapointed glance, the way he's treating her. "And besides, you're the one who put it on in the first place, silly little wolf."
"Don't call me that!" Ethan's not even caring whether or not he's growling in a beastial way.
"Aww, are you gonna blow my house down?" Atanya retorts with a bubbly laugh.
"Y'know, your charm wears off incredibly quick!" He paces back and forth trying to think of a way to fix the situation. "Look, I know you said these don't come off, but there's gotta be something to fix it, right?"
"Sadly, none that I can think of. Only way the, uh, 'changes' go is one-way." She closes the closet, locking it with a key she keeps tucked away in the shelfing next to it. "They can get progressively worse, but only if you want it to, like with Big Tim."
"I shudder to ask who Big Tim is." Ethan states with more than a little nervousness. Atanya whistles out the door of the bedroom, and Ethan hears some thumping coming from the hallway...getting ever more louder, closer. Suddenly, a huge, hulking lizard comes through the doorway, wearing nothing on but a pair of questionably dirty briefs.
"That's Big Tim. Say hello."
"So I noticed." Ethan adds with a worried chuckle.
"That'll be all, Tim. Go on out." The huge lizard nods to Atanya, then glaring at Ethan with his hard, steely gaze. He then turns to walk out, closing the door behind him surprisingly gently. "He likes to spend his time under the tanning lamp all day. I think he likes you."
"Erm, yeah.." Ethan shakes his head and gets back into the subject at hand. "So, there's literally nothing to be done?"
"Anything less of cutting it all off..." Atanya says a little grimly.
"Uh, I'm not having you neuter me!" He walks over to a desk to sit down again. He then grabs a pen and paper from a nearby drawer and starts to jot down thoughts. Atanya looks over Ethan's shoulder, puzzled. "I know that look, Atanya. I write when I'm stressed, okay?" He takes a quick sniff of her, and swats her to a distance. "Could you not stand so close, your perfume's distracting me! What is that shit anyways, that's some strong stuff!"
"But Ethan, I'm not...wearing perfume." Atanya looks rather worried when a certain thought comes to mind. She sniffs the air, and her fears are confirmed, but she can't help but laugh. "Damn! Didn't think you'd have that problem so quickly!"
Ethan cocks a brow at Atanya like she's lost her mind. "What?"
"I didn't take you for the horny type there, Ethan, ahaha!"
"What!?" Ethan's getting progressively more frustrated with her not telling him what the problem is. Atanya sighs, and starts disrobing in front of him, making him wave his arms in protest. "Woah, wait, what the hell!?"
Atanya simply laughs and continues to disrobe. Her kimono drops to the floor, showing off the blonde vixen's voluptuous curves and toned figure; she's a goddess to look at. She makes a silly pose when she sees she has Ethan's full attention, and plops onto the bed. "You don't know yet, do you? Well, might as well tell you the last side effect to these headbands, eheh.." Ethan's unsure what she's talking about, but upon a second sniff of her, notices...she smells really good. It's making him feel a bit flush, a wave of heat rushing through him...and to certain a certain area in question. He can't shake the feeling that he really, really wants to fuck Atanya right now, and have her carry a beautiful litter of his pu-"Holy *SHIT! * I'm in rut!"
"Good job, Ethan! First try!" She giggles a little, but notices how horribly appaled Ethan is. "But seriously, animal bits means animal cravings, so the guys can sometimes catch a case of rut, and us ladies can get heat, respectively. It certainly makes things interesting around here..."
"I don't want to start humping at your leg like my dog!" He tries to shake the urge from his head, but it's just no use. Her smell is incredibly appealing, fertile enough to be just what he needs to beat these new cravings.
"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in heat for a fair week now, and none of the guys seemed to be up for it. Besides, if you don't get to fucking," Atanya states with a surprising amount of seriousness in her voice, "the rut will just end up worse. It may even risk making you a little bit more...furrier. And feral."
Ethan freezes up in sheer terror. "W-wait, we can go feral? H-has that happened before?"
"Big Tim's our best example, and you've already seen him." She smiles very innocently, showing off her body to Ethan from the bed. "Come on, live a little! You're in a brothel, after all, this is sort of what we do every day. Or would you just like to start walking on four legs from now on?"
"Alright, I get the picture!" He starts to undress from his bath robe, untying the rope around it until the fabric is spooled around his feet just as Atanya's kimono once was. Ethan's not a looker, but he's decent: fair build, sparsely-blemished, and his smile can light up anyone's day. He gets himself comfortable next to Atanya, and she's more than happy to do the same next to Ethan. "So, uh...you, eh, wanna lead?"
"A little nervous, are we?" Atanya sets herself on top of Ethan, giving him a very seductive smile. "Don't worry, my little wolfie. You'll be just fine, I'll be nice and gentle with you." Somehow, Ethan doesn't feel very assured.
Their foreplay begins with Atanya rubbing at Ethan's hairy sheath, poking and prodding at the red meat inside until it starts to come out, slowly at first, until Ethan's new puppy pecker is big, erect, and ready to take on the world. Ethan can't help but take in every last minute of the stimulation, along with how good Atanya smells and feels. If he wasn't invested in the idea to fling with the mistress of a furry brothel, he's most certainly in the mood now. He rocks his hips against Atanya's hand stroking him, pressing his tip against her toned chest. Atanya stops stroking Ethan's cock, and instead goes down to take a lick or two of it. She murrs in delight at how delicious the wolf-man's pre is, taking and sucking on the tip in a rather greedy fashion. Ethan shudders and groans, never having quite experienced something like this before. He could feel her soaking his calves in her juices; she's enjoying this a hell of a lot, it seems. With both of them ripe and ready, Atanya decides to move on to the main course.
The fox-lady moves herself atop Ethan's mutt-hood and slides herself onto him with a contented sigh. Ethan joins in with a grunt, feeling her soft, inviting walls comfort his aching member. She grips onto his sides with a surprising amount of strength, with a soft, fluffy fox tail Ethan completely forgot about finding itself a home near his ass cheeks. "Mmm, Ethan...you know how long it is since I've had a fuck with someone who smells this good? And we haven't even started yet!" Ethan can only give a lustful groan and a nod as he brings himself to caressing Atanya's many curves and features, playfully rubbing at the teats of her noteworthy breasts. This makes her moan and grip Ethan's hips tighter. They haven't even started pushing, and already, he can feel her soaking his loins in her wet, sticky love.
Atanya starts to rock her hips back and forth, and Ethan follows her pace. A gentle slap of hips can be heard as Ethan's cock pushes further into Atanya's squeezing, gushing lady-cleft. The woman arches her back, holding on tight to Ethan's hips as she starts to push even harder onto him, intent on really driving herself down hard onto his beastial shaft. Their heated embrace continues for some time until Atanya starts to pick up the pace, quick, energetic thrusts onto Ethan, whom she has pinned to the bed. He's basically along for the ride now, but he couldn't care less; this feels amazing!
The fuck frenzy gets even more noisy and lusty when Something starts to click inside Ethan's mind; strange, domineering instincts he's never had before. They start to eat at his mind...Why aren't I the one on top, eh? The bitch should be under me! Ethan gives Atanya a crooked smile, which is a more than tell-tale sign what he's got planned next. He shifts his weight around and rolls over on top of the fox-woman, taking a firm grip on her shoulders and proceeds to thrust with every ounce of his strength, fast and forcefully. Atanya can't help but moan and cry out with every single penetration of her well-traveled fox pussy, gripping and slathering his groin in her secretions. She screams as the first of many orgasms to come start flooding out of her, spooling all over Ethan's cock and all over the bedsheets. Ethan, now with a well-lubed hole to force himself into, bucks faster and faster, forcing every last inch of his canine cock into the needy whore beneath him. He starts to grunt and snarl in a very animalistic way, but he couldn't care; this is the best fuck he's had in years.
Atanya admires how quickly Ethan's gotten into the mood of things, but doesn't hold the thought for long as he proceeds to fuck her senseless, her enjoying every second of it. "Yes! Yes! Fuck! YES! Ram it right in me, you fucking pervert! Make me your bitch!" Atanya's pleads spur Ethan on further, bucking and thrusting endlessly into her.
"'You'll be just fine, I'll be nice and gentle with you.'" Ethan adds inbetween panted breaths with a sly grin. Atanya retaliates by bringing her tail towards the folds of Ethan's ass and starts to probe around his tailhole. He chuckles at her clever little act, and takes a hand to grab her tail, the rest of him pinning her down with his weight as his hips crash into her over and over, making her cry out in heated bliss over and over. She's at his complete mercy, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Atanya is to the point of crying, tears running down her eyes from the sheer joy her body's experiencing. "OH GOD! E-Ethan! Cum in me! PLEASE!"
Ethan can't help but grin at the mess he's made of the witty fox-woman. He pins her down further into the bed as his domineering instincts take full hold of his actions. "Say that you're all mine! Say you'll want me to fuck you every day and night!" He pushes against her throat with a wicked glint in his eyes. "SAY IT!"
"I'M YOURS! I'M YOURS! FUCK, YES!" Her confession to Ethen drives her over the edge once more, orgasming for what seems like minutes go by without end, flooding Ethan's senses with nothing but the smell of a fertile bitch in heat. It's like paradise...
"Good girl." He delivers one final act of dominance onto Atanya as he instinctively bites into her neck as he dumps a load of thick, musky semen directly into her womb. The sight of a human biting another's as a sign of dominance is a funny sight to see, especially in the awkward way Ethan's doing it to his new fuck-buddy right now. Atanya is loving it, though, the feeling of being completely owned and reduced to a sniveling, submissive bitch, as she orgasms a third time, not even but mere seconds after the last one. This process repeats for a good 12 minutes, when Ethan's finally drained his nuts painfully dry into Atanya's hungry cunt, his canine knot swelling up in such a way that it forces another dollop or so of spunk out before tying the two together.
The two take a minute to catch their breath, with Atanya smiling very weakly at her new dominant mate. "Hot damn, that was amazing. You're good at this."
"I just let my instincts take over." Ethan chuckles as he pulls Atanya in for a loving kiss and a snuggle. The two lock lips for a couple minutes, exploring how good each other's mouth taste, taking in each other's heated breaths.
"You could f-feel like this every single night, Ethan." Atanya says beaming a bright, confident smile. "All you have to do is stay here, with us; with me."
Fucks like this every other night? An excuse to have sex for money? Besides, not like Trish and Natalie will let him hear the end of this...he'd be an idiot not to agree. "Oh, you fucking know it, baby. I'm having the time of my life here."
"Mmm, I'm so happy you are..." Atanya slowly kisses down Ethan's neck until she's rubbing her face across his chest. "Now, how's about a round 2, mate?"
Ethan simply laughs. Now she's speaking his language. "But of course, 'mistress.'"
A night of non-stop fucking, kissing, and orgasms awaited Ethan and Atanya, as the two just couldn't seem to tire each other out. Eventually, other members of the brothel started joining in on the orgy, including a very frisky cat-girl who had an obsession for anal. Even Big Tim joined in, who eventually found a very firm interest in Ethan's butt. Safe to say, the poor guy's not going to be walking straight for a few days, but damned if it still wasn't fun regardless!
Ethan stayed with Atanya and her tight-nit family of people and hybrids alike, and started to feel right at home with them all. He became a popular request among the clientelle, once even getting a request from a trio of sisters, all looking for a little dog-cock and some rough fucking in their life. As for Ethan and Atanya, they became close friends, and even closer lovers and mates. They even parent a lovely offspring, a blonde-and-black pup that they cherish. It's been a real change of pace for Ethan, giving up the life he once had. But he's in no rush to go back to how things here, and it's definitely not without a new life to embrace...that, and sex. A lot of sex.