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Be Anon

Pissing in the trough behind your favorite tavern

Fuck it burns

It's been like this for a while, this burning when you piss. You've been to the doctor and he prescribed putting leeches on your prick

Nah

You drink to numb the pain, but ale makes you piss, which hurts like a motherfucker. It is a vicious cycle

Not to mention booze makes you randy and that's, well, not an option at the moment, or rather, hasn't been an option for a month now

The second this wears off, you're heading for a brothel and will probably drown a doxy when you pop

You're a few sheets to the wind, but you notice a thud from the other side of the shed wall you're pissing against

For a second you could have sworn you saw something peeping through a knothole

Whatever

You stow yourself away and yank up your pants, shambling off homeward

"Hello hello proud human!" A reedy little voice to your left says. "Would you like to sample Koraka's wares?"

You turn to see a yinglet in a purple cloak standing behind a stand. You could have sworn that stand wasn't there when you walked by before. The owner has a chipped ear and his hoary fur sparse and patchy

This scav is old

His stand isn't cluttered with the usual scav garbage either, instead there are these tidy little clay vials with labels on them

Okay, now you're curious

"Whatcha got?"

"Potions, powders, tinctures, unguents, and all manner of salves," Koraka said, gesturing at his wares. "If you have a malady, I have a cure!"

Buying medicine

From a scav

Presumably to use it and not die

That's so stupid you're having trouble conveying your disbelief

"Ah, is zhat doubt I see?" Koraka smirks, holding up a straw and dipping it into a nearby vial. "Perhaps a sample will clear zhat up!"

He pulled the straw back out and blew into it, sending a puff of stark white powder into your face. You flinch back, sputtering and spitting

You're about to wring the little shit's neck when it hits. Your body starts to vibrate, your heart racing, the shadows receded and things seemed to get brighter, clearer, like you'd been looking through a dirty window before that had now been cleaned

You don't even feel that dull, warm ache in your prick

"A little somezhing I whipped up for charcoal burners," Koraka says, looking extremely pleased with himself. "Mix in water and drink, it will keep you up all night. Or, take it dry up zhe snout and, well, you know how it feels. I call it Snap."

"More!" You reach for your purse. "How much?"

"Ah, so so sorry proud human, but my whole stock of Snap has already been pre-bought. I can put you on a list for next monzh, if you like?"

You nod fervently and put your name on a list, unconsciously pawing at your crotch, still amazed that the pain is gone

Koraka's eyes gleam and he beckons you forward. "Tell me, Mr. Anon. Do you have zhe... fire-piss?"

You flush and look around, that's not something you want getting out

"Koraka has zhe eye for zhese zhings," he says, tapping a vial. "And a treatment"

"Look, thanks, but I'm not putting any bloodsucking slugs on my cock"

"Oh-ho-ho-ho! Is zhat what humans do wizh leeches? Oh-ho-ho! How silly! So-so silly! No, I have a special cure for maladies of zhis nature"

After that little demonstration you're listening, besides it bears mentioning that being a scav is a sentence to an early, embarrassing death. An old scav is still alive for a reason. "I'm listening"

He produced a clay vial, painted light blue with a drawing of a funny little reed on it. "Zhis is not your average cure. It is a little more... mystical. Contained within is an infused oil, before you go to sleep tonight, warm zhis vial in hot water and apply zhe oil to zhe, heh, affected area, root and stem as well as under zhe hood. Zhen, as you sleep, you will be visited by a spirit"

You turn around to leave, but he calls after you. "Zhe Snap I gave you will only last anozher hour! Use zhis cure, zhe fire-piss will be gone wizhin zhe week!"

You weigh your options, worst case scenario this stuff burns your cock off, but after a month of burning piss and not so much as a wank you'd almost be happy to see it go

You turn back around and gesture for him to continue, he does: "Zhe oil attracts zhe Spirit of Relief into your home. Leave your window shutter unlatched to invite it in. Zhe spirit will zhen extract zhe malady and leave. However, it will require payment"

"What kind of payment?" You ask, planning to hide all your valuables the second you got home

"Nozhing like zhat. More like a service for a service," he taps the vial. "What do you say?"

You pull out your purse. "How much?"

"Two silver," Koraka says. "And remember; unlatch your window shutter. Zhe spirit can enter anyway, but it is best to make it feel welcome for zhe desired effect"

You plunk the coins down and take the bottle

"Zhank you for your patronage, proud human!" Koraka called after you as you made your way down the street

You make it home and, in the off chance that this bullshit was just a scam to rob you, lock all your valuables in a latched chest under your bed

You warm the little vial in a pot over your brazier, until the clay vial is just slightly hot, meaning the oil inside was nice and warm. You get ready for bed and pour a small measure of the oil into the palm of your hand, it's warm and a kind of off-yellow color. You sniff it, unable to actually identify the kind of oil used, but it doesn't smell bad at all, herby and little sweet, not unlike clove

In for a silver

You apply the oil to your prick, up and down and under the hood, like Koraka said

Feels... tingly? It's actually kind of nice. Like when a limb is asleep but less prickly

You lay down in bed and savor a not-painful sensation from your cock for the first time in a month

The sensation spreads across your body like warm butter, making you feel utterly relaxed, warm and safe under your blanket

Even if this spirit doesn't show up, you may just hit Koraka up for more of this stuff

You drift off to sleep easily, a little too easily, and dream of... being in your bed?

Like, just you, in your bed

Feels nice. You're warm and cozy, your prick doesn't ache, and everything's just tingly and warm and nice

Also, someone's there with you

Your eyes are shut, but you can see. Or is this a dream?

A small form, shrouded in silver light that flows about its frame like whisps of smoke. Gossamer ribbons of shining white ensconcing a tiny, featureless body

They pull the blankets up over your feet and draw something hard and sharp over the soles of your feet. In any other circumstance you would have jumped right out of the bed if someone fucked with your feet. The Spirit grabbed your toes and wiggled them between its fingers

"Feel zhat?" it says, a smirk audible in its squeaky, androgynous voice. "I hope you do. I want you to feel aaaallll I have in store for you. I am zhe Spirit of Relief, and I will take from you all zhat makes you ill. You zhank me, proud human..."

It yanks the blankets off of you with a flourish, humming in approval at your naked form. The air is cool for the sheen of sweat on your skin, the prick of cold over your body makes you gasp, though a shudder is beyond your capacity at this moment

You're utterly helpless

"Oooh," it coos, sniffing the air as if it was sampling perfume. "Is zhis what all zhe fuss is about?"

Hey, fuck you man

"Just a little fire-piss on an ozherwise perfect dick," the Spirit grabs your prick and straddles you. "Zhe Spirit of Relief will help, oh yes!"

You want to gasp when a little hand closes around your dick, which thanks to the medicine feels too warm and a little too sensitive. You take a brief moment to take inventory of your current situation: you are unable to move in your bed as a pagan ratbird spirit paws at your junk. This is the sort of thing that precedes a mob burning down an enclave. This is the sort of thing your cousin kept talking about, except their bed-spirit turned out to be their dog sleeping on her chest at night. The villagers still burned down the enclave, of course

All told, this is some downright terrifying shit that's going down, and you should be fearing for your soul

Instead you're harder than you've been in years

"Ah ha! Zhere we are!" The Spirit cheers. "I hear zhat zhe fire-piss can leave you humans a little pent up? Just as well... try to last, okay?"

The Spirit leans forward and swallows your dick to the base in one go

Holy SHIT

This Spirit of Relief is sure as hell living up to its name, because this is quite possibly the best head you've ever had! Its soft, smooth insides are slick and muscular, coiling and plying against your sensitive, frustrated flesh. The Spirit begins to bob on your cock, pushing against you as it swallows you whole and sucks you in as it pulls you back out. The lewd slurps and pops fill the room as its slick, warm orifice devours your shaft

You're not going to last too long if this keeps up

It releases your prick with a wet pop, its little hand clasps around the base of your cock, shaking it back and forth, tittering like a girl. "Aaah yes! Big! Zhick! Koraka sent me a fun one zhis time. Usually I'm licking wounds or sores or somezhing. I mean, I always help myself, anyway..."

A hand moves down to your balls, squeezing and fondling them

"I love zhese," it purred. "Yinglets don't have zhem, but zhey're so-so fun to play wizh..."

It leans in a a long, warm tongue runs down the underside of your shaft and down to your sack, tracing your balls and jostling them back and forth, its breath hot and humid on your groin as it begins to pant

You feel something else as the little spirit straddles you and feasts on your junk, something warm and hard and a little slick is pressing against your stomach and into your bellybutton. The Spirit coos and grinds its body against yours, pressing that little warm against you. A squirt of warm, sticky liquid pools in your naval as the pinky-sized organ rubs back and forth

"Look at zhat! See what zhe proud, sexy human has done?" The Spirit mutters, squeaky voice husky with palpable lust

It lifts itself up and plops right back down on your lap, pressing your cock between your bellies. Its prick a hot little poker pressed against your balls, rubbing and grinding up against the base of your shaft

"It's so big~" The Spirit purs, grinding its slick little cock against yours, apparently relishing the size difference. "So zhick and hard and looooong~ It's gonna reach aaaall zhe way in and not even be half inside! But we will try, oh yes-yes!"

Right, so, you're about to arse-fuck a pagan spirit or whatever

Your dick feels fine, though, so maybe there's something to this?

The Spirit lifts its hips and grabs your cock, positioning it until your cockhead is pressed... right below the base of its own dick?

So, what? Does it have a pussy too or someth-

With a sigh it presses down, your cock disappearing into its body with a strange sucking noise. It moans and grunts as you bottom out, hitting the back of whatever orifice you just plunged into. The sensation is unreal, it's not wet or even slick or slimy, just smooth, frictionless, and tight as a merchant's purse-string. Also hot, feverishly hot, inhumanly hot

As you adjust, you become aware that you're not alone in there, there's another hot, hard thing inside with you, crushed against you. It dawns on you that what you feel is its dick, which extends back aways into this odd pocket you've invaded. You can feel its pulse, rapid and light like a bird's wingbeats

The Spirit huffs and moans, shifting its hips, grinding your cock against its inside its body. "Feel zhat? You reached zhe back of my tight little pocket. Zhat's as far as most yinglets get"

If felt so good you just now realized that over half of you is still outside

"But I'm not here for yinglet prick," It says, hands bracing on your chest. "I'm here for human COCK!"

It grunts and presses down, stretching its insides around you. Huffs and pants turn into moans of pleasure as the already snug fit becomes tighter and tighter

You desperately need to moan as every inch of your cock is wrapped in hot, twitching flesh, spasming as though to wring the cum out of you. The Spirit's cock a turgid ridge squashed against the lower half of your dick, the external part of it pressed into your pubes, sliding up to your lower abdomen, now constantly dripping a warm, viscous fluid onto your stomach

The Spirit hilts you, clawed little hands digging into your chest, rubbing your pectoral muscles with something like reverence, its voice strained and brittle, as though on the verge of climax. "Z-zhere... a-all zhe way in. How does zhat feel? Do you like my tight little pocket, human?"

Your mouth works uselessly, the closest you can get to actual movement in this state

The Spirit cackles, lifting itself off of you almost completely. "ZHAT'S WHAT I ZHOUGHT!"

You want to cry out as the Spirit hilts you again, pocket contracting around you, squeezing, twitching. The Spirit rides you mercilessly, its hot, slick insides gliding over your shaft while seemingly trying its level best to squeeze it back out. Every time it slammed itself back down, its cock would spurt another rope of slippery pre-cum, before long the sound of your bodies meeting took on lewd wet notes

"You like zhis, yes? You like stretching out my tight little body?" The Spirit pants, grinding down on you, his dick and pocket massaging you like nothing you've ever felt before. "Is better, yes? Better zhan some loose human twat! Show me how much you love me, human!"

The Spirit squeaks and huffs, moaning as it resumes riding your cock at a frantic, desperate pace, a reedy cry escaping it as it swallowed every last inch of your dick and came. Long ropes of hot cum splashed across your belly and chest

It leans back and cries out again, squeaking like a rusty hinge, cock jumping as spurt after spurt left him, a strand catching you across the face

For some reason that did it

Even paralyzed you manage a gasp and tense when your orgasm finally hits. Stars explode behind your eyes and your cock jumps hard enough to lurch the Spirit's body. Your cum fills his hole, bubbling out round your dick, a month's worth of spunk

The Spirit giggled and gasped in faux horror. "Oh no-no! I have made such a mess! I shall clean zhe proud human..."

It leans forward and begins lapping the cum off your stomach and chest. It cranes its neck to lick the last splash of cum off your face when your cock springs free with a wet pop. Your cum gushes out and into your lap, your still-hard prick standing tall

"Oh ho ho~" the Spirit chuckles. "I see I'm not done here..."

This was well worth the two silver

You wake up the following morning to find yourself neatly tucked into bed, not so much as a stain or wet spot to show for your interesting visit

You don't even feel tired

Did any of that actually happen?

An old familiar pressure makes itself known, the uncomfortable bloat of a full bladder, this past month a harbinger of burning pain and a shitty mood for the rest of the day

You sigh and hop out of bed, smacking your lips as you make your way over to the trough in the adjacent room. You stand before the trough and brace

Nothing

Well, not quite nothing, there's still a little bit of warm soreness, but nothing like the burning shards of glass from before

You laugh aloud and grin

You look over at the counter in your kitchen where that innocent little bottle sat, blue-reed on the label

You're still not sure if what happened last night was real, but the results speak for themselves

You walk over and pick up the bottle, inscribed on the side, in messy scav scrawl reads 'Reapply each night until healthy, or until bottle is empty'

You shake the bottle, there's still a lot in there

Welp

A week later and you're strolling down the street towards your favorite tavern. Sure, you're up for a beer, but you're here for... other reasons

In your hand is that little clay vial, empty

You turn the corner and your face lights up with a smile when you see clever old Koraka at his stand, a small congregation of humans and yinglets standing about

The humans are buying vials of what you assume is Snap. You recognize some as guards and charcoal-tenders, people who need to stay up and alert all night, but most of them seem to just be randos in for a good time

But Snap isn't what you're here for

"Hello hello proud human!" Koraka cheers, clapping his hands together. "Feeling better I see? Oh, yes-yes! Much better. I see in your face and stride zhat zhe spirit has taken your corruption. You are here for your Snap, yes? Chappi! Chappi, get some more Snap!"

A fancy-looking little yinglet bows and steps into the covered lean-to behind the stand, he looks back over his shoulder at you and winks

It always makes you more than a little uncomfortable when the skinny little things flirt with you

"Uh, no..." you hold out the vial. "Could I, uh, get more of this?"

Koraka cocks his head to the side, confused. "Did zhe spirit not cure your ailment? Did you apply it as instructed?"

You clear your throat and look around for anyone that might be listening. "No, no, it did. Best piss of my life this morning, it's just, uh..."

Chappi reappears with a vial of Snap, Koraka turns to him, a wry smile on his wizened face. "Zhe spirit cured his fire-piss, but he still seeks its company."

Chappi blushes and averts his gaze. "Happens from time to time."

You're about to ask what they're on about when Koraka turns back to you, shaking his head. "A spirit is not somezhing to be trifled wizh. This potion is for medicinal use only. Besides, I am all out"

Chappi clears his throat. "Actually... we have one vial left."

Koraka turned back to the little scav, who winks at you, licking his lips. Did you miss something here?

He turns back to you and nods. "Very well. Alzhough, since you will not be applying it to an ailment, a single drop under zhe tongue before bed will do zhe trick. It may not always work, zhough..." Koraka leveled a chiding stare at his assistant. "Zhe spirit is very busy."

"Zhe spirit will make time for such a handsome, well-endowed human!" Chappi asserts while handing you the vial, before adding, sotto voce. "Zhough, offerings of clams will be graciously accepted"

"It's your people's spirit," you say, taking the vial. "Any more tips?"

"Bazhe more"

"...Okay?"

You pay walk out of the alley when you bump into a scrawny blonde guy in a stupid-looking beret, almost dropping your illicit treasure

"Hey, watchit!" You begin to say before realizing that the little guy is flanked by armed Invenmoth guards, and he himself bears the house crest of the city's ruling body. "Shit."

He bids his guards to stand down and chuckles, pointing to the vial. "I see we have a mutual acquaintance"

"A what?"

He points down the alley to Koraka's stand, the old yinglet waves and grins, patting his assistant on the shoulder. "Koraka here has been a valuable asset to House Invenmoth's alchemical branch"

"A scav is a valuable asset?"

He nods. "Oh my, yes! Yinglets in general have many fascinating facets. By way of 'for instance', did you know that yinglet saliva has many interesting properties?"

You didn't know that, nor do you care, but the guards silently insist that you let this fop prattle on

"It not only greatly decreases the chance of infection and suppuration, but also stanches bleeding and promotes scarless healing! Moreover, such a changable species produces exemplars of any given trait. In fact, our friend Koraka claims to have an associate who's bodily fluids can dispel even internal maladies! Astonishing, yes?"

The thought of having to swallow scav spit or whatever makes your stomach turn. You excuse yourself and head off back home, medicine in hand

You take a left towards the harbor, better see if you can grab some clams