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[b][u][center]In the Western House

For RayoElGatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Every whore compromised their ethics with one client or another, and Eri Watanabe was no exception. However, as the owner of the Watanabe House, the premier brothel in the Japantown district of San Jose, she retained responsibility for the ethics and care of all her employees. With the local taste for ‘yellow girls’ and the House’s reputation as a traditional Geisha house - and the white man’s misunderstanding of that term - Eri was kept very, very busy.

Long before Eri took control of the establishment, she learned the white man dismissed the tea times and other small comforts offered to those in her homeland. Instead, the westerners only came for the pleasures of the flesh, always willing to pay far more for ‘traditional’ eastern ‘sluts’ than they would for street hookers offering the same services. Some would have considered it an insult. She merely saw the wealth that the tech-gurus had to throw around and accepted the reality of what it took to survive.

As she sat cross-legged, sipping on a cup of tea in her office, she was surrounded by the grunts and moans from down the hall. Her girls provided services that they never would have offered back in Japan, and she could already hear the complaints that would come later. She sipped again, closing her ears to them.

[i]It’s money,[/i] she thought, and that was that.

She turned the page in her accounting booklet, marking down the latest reports. Some of her ‘traditional’ girls were being surpassed by the locals - all Japanese, of course, but not all immigrants. Some were born here, knew the ways of the white man better than those she’d hired years ago, and they were valuable. More valuable still were those that were willing to become part of the family. Not merely by blood, but by a special ceremony.

[i]Of course, then they complain for other reasons…[/i]

Eri shook her head. Those that joined the Watanabe House expecting [i]that[/i] level of debauchery after their ‘adoption’ were often disappointed. For their own safety as well as that of the humans, they were restricted from certain acts unless they were with ‘special’ clients. Some complained, claiming their needs were never met. Eri soothed them with cash, and then did the same with herself. Being unable to ‘enjoy’ most of her clients was, at minimum, an irritation.

Her quarters, an office and bedroom jammed together, bore the marks of such irritation. A camera in the corner pointed at her desk, where she filmed miniature advertisements for her House for clients with friends, and stains ran down her side of the desk from fun she’d had in the past. It was her place, marked and owned by her, and it was where she spent most of her days, noting, recording, accounting, and scheduling time with her girls.

Just as she was putting her irritation behind her, the phone rang. Marking her place, Eri lifted the receiver to her ear.

“Hello. May I ask what services the Watanabe House may offer you?”

“[i]Great, this is your number. Finally. I want to schedule a special session, if you know what I’m saying.[/i]”

“Then allow me to please you, sir. What sort of session would you like?”

“[i]A, uh, oh, what’s the damn thing called? A mizuage![/i]”

“Ah. You wish to purchase something quite expensive, sir.”

“[i]Hey, it’s an auction. You can arrange an auction of one, can’t you?[/i]”

“I can, indeed, sir. There are several women - if I assume your needs correctly, sir - of the House that would be willing to sell their virginity –”

“[i]Bullshit. I want something real, someone never used before.[/i]”

“Sir, are you questioning the honesty of my employees?”

“[i]I know your type. I know it grows back.[/i]”

Eri blinked. The westerners had many false impressions of her people, but this was a new one. She stared at the phone before a possibility occurred to her.

“Pardon me for asking, sir, but would you, perchance, be acquainted with the moon?”

“[i]Oh, yes. I am a friend of the moon, and she is a friend of mine. I have howled to her many times.[/i]”

That confirmed it. While not a ‘code’, per se, few besides a were would understand such a reference. While her people stood in great status in her homeland, she imagined him something lower. A dog, perhaps. That changed things.

“You wish for something real, you say. May I ask for some explicitness so I may deliver what you wish?”

“[i]Oh, you know what I’m talking about. You eastern types start young, don’t you?[/i]”

“In the past, we have. However, we no longer offer that service.”

“[i]Since when?[/i]”

“Since coming to America, sir. However, we are more petite than the women you are used to; our smaller size may allow you to pretend, at least.”

“[i]Fine. The youngest girl you have. And a REAL virginity, you understand? Real![/i]”

“It shall be, and you may inspect her personally. Would midnight suffice for the auction, Mr...?”

“[i]Max. Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. Hell, I’ll even dress for the occasion.[/i]”

“That is not –”

Click.

She shook her head at the phone. Another awkward, stupid gaijin, but he would bring the money. That was all that mattered.

Given what he asked for, she already knew his type: obsessed with the ‘facts’ of her culture that fed his ego, of submissive women, of petite but lustful females, of the rumors that kitsunes would bow before any western cock merely for their ‘superior size’. His knowledge of the [i]mizuage[/i] was likely limited to ‘auction of virginity’ and little more.

Eri Watanabe knew how to handle that type of man. They were ruled by ego and libido, and with the right girl, she could stroke both. As a matter of fact, she knew the perfect candidate.

With scarcely a moment’s hesitation, she dialed an outside number. It took three rings for it to pick up.

“[i]Mmm? What’s up, Grandma?[/i]”

“Momo, I need you down at the House.”

“[i]Right now?[/i]”

“Yes, dear.”

“[i]Is this for -[/i]”

“We’ll talk business when you arrive, dear. Be swift.”

She hung up. Her granddaughter had been asking about the family business for a while, and tonight would serve as a wonderful introduction. Traditionally, this should have been attended by her daughter, as well, but that ungrateful woman had run off years ago, and was probably homeless somewhere. She had no idea what had become of the wretched girl.

Her granddaughter, however, had both the curiosity and the libido for the brothel. As a first-time client, there could be no better entrance to the business than a [i]mizuage[/i].

#

The young woman arrived shortly after four o’clock, and Eri quickly pulled her off the streets. For all that she paid off the local gangs, she did not trust cash to win out against lust, particularly with how her granddaughter looked.

As they moved through the House, Momo often leaned back to peep in the chambers they passed. There were no secrets between grandmother and granddaughter, but Momo seldom visited and had rarely seen the ‘action’ that went on. A few times, yes - when it was unavoidable when the girl slept over at the brothel, or when Eri had a day out with a client - but still rarely over the girl’s nineteen years.

Her fascination, however, was as keen as always. Eri noted her granddaughter’s interest in older men sucking bought pussy, or the rarer sight of one of the employees being ‘mounted’. The more that Momo grinned outwardly, the more Eri did inwardly.

While she would be happy with her granddaughter regardless of her life choices, she hoped to have a family member take the Watanabe House off her as the years went on. To do that, Momo would have to rise through it like anyone else, and a keen interest in sex would help her greatly. Seeing her fierce smile at the sight of men paying to use a female reinforced her belief that Momo could run the House in her absence, but to do that, she’d need to gain the prestige to make the other kitsune employees take notice. The first step to that, or any other career choice, was a great deal of money.

[i]If she stays, the mizuage will give her a head-start. If she only does this for a time, it means she can retire sooner. A success regardless of outcome.[/i]

They reached her office and sat down on either side of her desk. Momo’s smile, so giddy and nearly manic with glee, drew a chuckle from the older woman.

“Keep that expression, little one. Your client will love it.”

“You’re giving me a client?!” she asked, her eyes widening.

“Indeed.”

“Oh, my…thank you, grandmother, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me just yet. He is a white man, and very...demanding,” she said, crossing her legs beneath her dress. “You will be taking his cock, more than likely. He is spoiled, but rich. He [i]is[/i] insisting on a [i]mizuage[/i], after all.”

“A - grandma, that’s perfect! I get to know how much someone values my virginity, and make a profit!”

She smiled despite herself. Momo might have been born in this country, but she still didn’t understand. An auction could be as humiliating as it was uplifting; it depended on the buyers, and the auctioneer. That was why she was taking that role tonight, as awkward as it might get.

Looking at her granddaughter, she knew what this ‘Max’ would see. He would stare at Momo’s slender form, at her undeveloped curves. The doctors had said that she would develop, eventually, at least with repeated supplements, but for now, her body was slight, almost boyish, and short. It would be an easy illusion for the white man to believe he was indulging with someone younger than he was, particularly with that childish smile Momo put on so easily.

As the night wore on, the client would want to see Momo in kitsune form, as well. Likely, that would be where sex began, but it wasn’t a guarantee. Regardless, she knew her granddaughter, and more importantly, her fantasies. A paranoid guardian, she was not, but despite her age, she was savvy enough to keep an eye on her granddaughter’s ‘interests.’ She wanted this, and tonight would be the acid test for the six-tailed kitsune.

[i]If she can discard her dignity, she will do well...with a little help,[/i] she thought, grinding her thighs together. [i]With her body, and my experience, she should gain much from this.[/i]

It was neither right nor traditional for a family member to engage sexually with blood, but her House had tossed tradition to the wayside long ago. So long as she controlled her own appetites, tossing this moral of hers should not harm them. Her hungers had to be fed somehow, and if it took this for her to have some ‘fun’ -

“Grandma?”

“My apologies, little one. I was thinking.”

“Abooooooooout?”

“How you can out-earn the other girls.”

“Think I can?”

“Look at yourself, dear.”

Momo was short enough to barely come to her grandmother’s chest, and was slender as could be besides the more curvaceous woman. Her hair was long enough to be pulled back, a handhold any client would appreciate, and her skin perfectly smooth. Eri smiled.

“You will make him very happy.”

“Mmmm, I can’t wait!”

Momo bowed excitedly, and Eri returned it more genteelly. Tonight, hopefully, would be the first of many such meetings.

#

When the sun went down, the human girls left the House. While they were good enough employees, doing what was needed and taking on the work that kitsunes couldn’t, Eri always preferred it when the House was only filled with the [i]right[/i] people.

The other employees shed their human forms as soon as the last human employee departed. They groaned, grunted, yipped as their flesh was covered in fur, and they shed their clothes for the comfort of moonlight. Eri observed the changes with an honest smile, walking with Momo past the varied transforming women. As muzzles grew from too-flat faces and ears rose along the sides of too-round heads, her girls celebrated in drunken freedom from their human disguises. Assets too large for human women grew, bounced, and swayed as they came into their own.

She understood; the night was their time, the safe time, the [i]right[/i] time. Slow-waving tails filled every room with a cascade of color, bright yet warm and fuzzy as one could like. Each tail sway fanned the lights of candles through the darkened house as daylight faded and foxfires took its place. Sandaled feet were replaced with furred paws, toes and claws clicking against the floor as they got comfortable for the evening clients.

Not that there were ever many. Many local ‘friends of the moon’ preferred humans to her people. They were expensive, while some preferred to hunt others for free. Still, there would be some. Not enough, of course, not for the kitsunes that had gone without for so long, but some, and one for her granddaughter.

Grandmother and granddaughter reached the entry hall of the House, and were the only ones still clad in flesh rather than fur. Momo shifted from foot to foot, occasionally beginning her transformation in excitement, but never more than a few tufts of fur before Eri noticed and nudged her to change again. The full effect should be had in front of the client.

Eventually, the door opened, and it took everything that Eri Watanabe could muster to stifle her laughter. Max had been true to his word and come ‘dressed for the occasion.’ He wore a very feminine kimono and carried a knock-off blade at his hip, as if he was trying to imitate a samurai. Were it any less ridiculous, she might have been offended, but as it stood, he was little more than an amusing caricature.

As he shut the door, it bounced off the scabbard. After a second, more successful attempt, he bowed his head - too low, of course - then finally looked at Momo. His eyes widened.

“Oh, gods, yes. You are beautiful.”

Her little granddaughter smiled, nodding demurely as Max turned to Eri.

“And you - wow. You look just like my favorite K-Pop star. Oh, man, two fantasies in one night.”

Every time she thought she’d gotten used to foreign ignorance, it found a new way to surprise her. Being compared to a Korean woman, when she was most evidently -

No, this was not the time for rage. The client did not need educating, merey satisfying. Then it would be time for drinks, and she could complain [i]then[/i].

“Shall we adjourn to the auction room?” Eri asked.

“When she’s naked,” he said.

Another thing against custom, but it was expected. As Momo glanced at her, making sure, Eri smiled and moved behind her granddaughter.

“I will display her then, sir,” she said, laying her hands on Momo’s shoulders. “Please, enjoy.”

Brushing her fingers along her granddaughter’s shoulders, she nudged the cloth to the tops of Momo’s arms. It fell slowly, exposing her bare chest and soft nipples, barely darker than the skin around them. As she’d done for many girls on their first time, Eri reached in, idly stroking in gentle circles as they hardened. Her granddaughter moaned, half-faking, but good enough to make the client groan.

As she guided Momo’s clothes down, she bared her granddaughter to the waist. Max was all but masturbating through his clothes at the sight.

“Do you two…do this often? I mean, I heard stories of you eastern sluts committing incest, but that’s always been mother-son, not mother-daughter.”

“There are many things that we are willing to do, provided that there is compensation,” she answered.

Her granddaughter’s grin only grew as the stripping continued. Drawing the robe down past the hips, she teased a glimpse of Momo’s sex to the white man turning her around. The robe fell, exposing her small rump, and denying him a full view of her sex.

“There. She has been stripped. Now, let us go to the room.”

“Will you strip, too?”

“After our drinks, sir.”

“Drinks and two hot females…man, this is the life.”

[i]He lacks any self-awareness,[/i] Eri thought as she turned her back to him. [i]If he knew how silly he looked…[/i]

No, he would likely continue. Knowing any insult would mar the auction, she gestured for him to follow, knowing he’d be staring at her other girls as they went. They were no threat; he was here for one purpose, and he would not risk losing his chance at a true virgin.

They entered the room just before her office. Casually sliding a finger across a spy-slit that led to her office, she gestured to the large cushions set before a stage. Max grinned, sitting down without further invitation, while Momo sidled towards the stage. Eri knelt with more decorum, positioning herself with proper lady-like delicacy.

As Momo displayed herself as the naked product she had become, Eri produced a pair of drinking cups and a bottle of sake from behind the cushions. She poured a cup for herself and one for Max. Unsurprisingly, he guzzled his and asked for more, not bothering to taste it. She obliged, pouring for him.

“If I may ask, what is your other shape?”

“I run with the snow and ice. I howl to the moon. I chatter with the laughing grin of a jackal.”

“…A husky, then?”

“Ha! You guessed right! I should have known that an eastern woman would be wise as well as beautiful.”

She sighed internally at his vain attempts to flatter her, but outwardly she indulged him with a smile. Basic customer service, really.

Normally, the procedure for a [i]mizuage[/i] would take hours before the auction itself. There would be drinking, dancing, some little bit of play and flirtation between the woman and the buyer. However, this buyer was a westerner, a know-nothing, and unsurprisingly, he wanted to move on to the auction as soon as possible. He groped himself, and molested her with his eyes.

“Let’s start. Now. Now!”

“Patience, sir, patience,” Eri said, nodding as she moved from where she sat to a cushion before the stage. “Today, we are celebrating the [i]mizuage[/i] of my granddaughter, Momo Watanabe. Her virginity is sacred, but the gift of coin will pay tribute to that sacredness. What might the audience wish to –”

“Two dollars!”

Eri’s expression strained with displeasure, and Momo nearly shrieked. She would have, had the older woman not silenced her with a gesture. While she’d expected disrespect, such a pitiful bid went beyond that. The lowest bid under her roof before tonight had been two hundred; two dollars was not acceptable.

Yet, she could handle that. She cleared her throat.

“Such a bid would, sir, grant you her virginity, but there is much more she may give, if you would but bid higher.”

“That’s not how it works!” he protested.

“Ah, but it is. A winning bid in a [i]mizuage[/i] would allow you to make use of her body, yes, but would she be useful in return? Perhaps, sir, you do not know everything.”

“…I’m listening.”

Eri kept the smile on her face as she gestured to her naked daughter, who had slowly started swaying her hips.

“You have seen her for free. For two dollars, she would merely lay down, limp as a fish, as you took her. Certainly not pleasing, but for ten dollars, why, she would moan for you.”

“Why would I pay for that?”

“For many reasons, sir. For one, you may enjoy yourself without worrying for her pleasure. For another, she has trained her voice to draw pleasure with sound alone.”

Momo gasped on cue, a moan perfect for a porn track. While not as delightful as the croons of a more experienced woman, it certainly left the white man excited. Eri smiled.

“And for twenty, you will find her rolling against you, revealing her lusts.”

“How much…”

“Ah, ah. Allow me to list what she will do, sir, and then, you may make your decision…”

With the eyes of her granddaughter on her, Eri gave a masterclass in manipulation. In truth, he might have received any of these favors, but by making him pay, they’d know what he expected. Transformation, ahegao, after-sex oral, and more were bargained, raising the price of her granddaughter’s virginity by increments until they were in the tens of thousands.

“And if you were to raise it merely by another thousand…you would have me, too.”

“DONE!”

“And so, she is sold,” Eri said, joining her granddaughter on the stage and gently parting the young girl’s legs. Momo’s transformation was overdue, and now, she needed guidance. She stroked up along her granddaughter’s thighs, and kissed the soft flesh with a smile. Momo moaned, and Eri heard the hint of something real under it.

“Grandmother…”

She heard Max huffing and puffing behind her, and knew that they had little time before he’d be fully transformed and ready to fuck Momo. He’d likely already forgotten about the ‘exam’ she’d promised in his eagerness, and she doubted he would last long in Momo’s tight slit.

Hoping to distract him, Eri allowed her transformation to begin, her robe sliding off her shoulders as white fur began to grow. As her fingers turned furred and clawed, she leaned forward and dragged her tongue along Momo’s thigh all the way to her sex. Her granddaughter moaned, arching her back, her hands pressing down on Eri’s head as she started to change, too. Peach-colored fur burst into being, flowering out of her skin and becoming a gentle, warm pelt. No curves grew, for her kitsune self had no more curves than her human one, but even the taste slowly changed to the taste of fox. Each lick, each lap seemed to encourage her to change more, faster.

Despite herself, she reached one hand between her legs, both to brush the robe off and to touch herself. Her curves grew, her ass expanded, and her breasts hung down further as they filled out. The warmth spreading through her was as familiar as the smell of sex in the air, and she smiled as she slid a finger inside her pussy. The wetness within flowed free, and she arched her back, pushed her rump back for the customer to see.

[i]He may want a virgin, but he can enjoy me, too.[/i]

As Momo moaned overhead, trembling from each lustful lick, her tails started growing in. Five white ones for the grandmother, six peach-soft ones for the granddaughter. The white kitsune turned her head, letting her growing muzzle slide along the younger girl’s thighs, and parted them as she sampled the scents that the girl would have for her first male. Thick, heavy, warm, rich: it was perfectly ripe for a perverted customer.

As she slid a third finger into her sex, feeling her toes crack and her feet slowly turn to paws, she heard the husky’s harsh growls. She’d delayed him as long as she could, and it would have to be enough. She rolled to the side, exposing her mostly-transformed granddaughter. She allowed Max to see his purchase, the nineteen-year-old vixen, one who was still shifting through half-transformed paws and gasping as her face cracked and her muzzle grew. Her ears were still elongating and becoming proper fox ears, but she was ready, and so was the husky.

[i]Well, at least she won’t be disappointed later…[/i]

He was ‘blessed’ with a fatter knot than a kitsune would have to offer, though the shaft itself was anything but elegant. Sufficient for the task, however, and enough to educate Momo about whether she would enjoy this task or not. Knotting was just one of many services that had been purchased tonight.

She guided her granddaughter forward with every intent to seat her on Max’s lap and take that shaft at her own pace. However, like always, the white man took that decision from them. He grabbed Momo, pulling her pussy against him. He missed, slid against her, and then pulled her back up to aim properly. Eri winced.

[i]This is going to hurt…[/i]

The first thrust was usually accompanied by a popping sound. This time, there was less pop, more rip as the husky slammed in. Momo arched her back, her mouth gaping open in shock rather than pleasure. Eri knew the look; the air had been driven right out of her from that first thrust. The westerner, more concerned about ‘breaking’ her on his cock, paid no mind as he rammed in up to the knot with every thrust.

Eri sighed. Well, if Momo weathered this, she would be able to take anything smaller than a werewolf.

[i]Still, she shouldn’t have to take it with no pleasure...[/i]

She soon found the rhythm to the rut, sliding her hand down her granddaughter’s ass as the vixen was yanked up and down. Each thrust punched the air out of her lungs, but she was an experienced madame. She knew how this worked. Eventually, she managed to find Momo’s other hole, and she slowly slid a finger in. Her granddaughter gasped as she chuckled.

“Don’t play coy; your pussy was virginal, but this most definitely wasn’t. Hold out. He won’t last long.”

That was the hope, at least, and the husky seemed intent on proving her right as he humped her youngest descendant. All the hunger for a moaning girl, for the gasping virgin he’d begged for, had been forgotten. All thought had turned towards fucking the younger kitsune, ramming in hard enough to gape her little slit.

As she gently fingered her granddaughter’s ass, she heard the pants and gasps for air go from pained to pleasured. Eri knew just the spots to hit, and soon, she felt Momo’s juices running over her fingers. Dripping from an experienced fingering, Momo arched her back again, moaning as she’d been trained for the husky. She was finally enjoying it, as was the older kitsune in her own twisted way.

It was...intense, to put it mildly, to train her own granddaughter like this. Her pussy dripped slowly, and she wasn’t sure if she imagined the husky having enough stamina for her at the end of this or training Momo further with greater glee.

Instead, she thought of the money as she slid a second finger into her granddaughter’s wrinkled pucker, keeping her focused on pleasure rather than impending pain. The husky’s knot hammered away, almost inside, but the sheer size difference had the westerner working hard to go further.

One minute passed, then another. The husky exceeded her expectations as he hammered in, forcing Eri to try ever-more inventive solutions to distract Momo. She curled her fingers, scissoring them as that knot slapped against her little vixen’s slit, knowing it was going to pop in soon with how loud that harsh slap against Momo’s pussy was getting.

She found herself planning how to teach her granddaughter to do this properly next time. Flexing exercises, proper massage down there (which was much different to masturbation) and other techniques would let her take oversized knots better. A disguised pad around her waist would avoid the clawing that was happening as the husky tried to pull her down. A little special tea to have her sensitive and eager for it, rather than in pain. All of those would have helped her deal with the westerner’s selfishness as he dragged Momo’s tiny sex down bit by bit, until -

POP!

With a pop and a hint of a tear, the husky pushed inside. Momo stiffened, dripping away, though it was unclear whether she was wetting herself or squirting. Either way, the husky’s pulsing cock was soaked as he filled her.

Eri smiled, slowly pulling her fingers free of the vixen’s asshole. Gently laying them against her granddaughter’s tongue, she addressed the husky.

“How was she?”

“That…that…”

“It was quite intense, was it not?”

Max nodded.

“It will only get better. Imagine how it will feel to see your seed dribbling from her, to feel her lips against your shaft. Imagine how it will feel to see me lick it from her, and then share it with her.”

His face was too easy to read; he wanted all that and more. Eri chuckled.

“Perhaps you would wish to buy another round, after your first?”

“Mmmph…you…bitch…”

“She is tight, is she not?” she asked, slapping that peach-furred rump, and the husky yelped as his knot was squeezed. “And she will lose that, soon. No longer a virgin, after all…”

“…Nnngh…my wallet…”

“It will be much lighter at the end of this, I assure you,” the white-furred kitsune said. “Now...tell me what else you desire...and I’ll tell you if you have yet to pay…”

Let it be a lesson to her suckling granddaughter. The westerners always believed they had the upper hand, but so long as the Watanabe House held what these men wanted, her people would always get theirs in the end.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A kitsune whore-house operates out of San Jose, and the madame receives an interesting request from a white man with an overblow fascination for Asian women.

Tags: M/F, Incest, F/F, Kitsune, Human, Husky, Transformation, Vaginal, Fingering, Wet, Cum, Orgasm, Knotting, Pain, Prostitution,