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[b][u][center]Boy of the Western House

For Rayoelgatubelo

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

Eri Watanabe was not fond of interviews. They were, at best, a time-consuming task that had very little in the way of payoffs, and they took away from doing her proper work keeping the Western House running. The process generally involved at least twenty minutes of wasted time for every ten minutes spent interviewing candidates for the brothel, and usually another five to ten just making sure that they weren’t going to run to the cops if they weren’t hired, which most of them knew better than to try. Those few that didn’t…

Well, there was a reason that the family had managed to maintain the brothel for as long as they had, and it wasn’t just the services that they provided to those that were in positions of power. The Watanabe family was very good at looking after those that had pledged themselves to the service of its matriarch. Anyone that posed a danger to that was, ahem, seen to.

But it was the wasted time that bothered her most, particularly today, and particularly considering the applicants that she was having to deal with that couldn’t just be tossed in the round file at the end of the day.

“We’ll call you if a position opens up,” she said, narrowing her eyes over the file.

“But what about –”

“We…will call you.”

“…”

“That means, leave.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The young man – white, short-haired, and smelling of entirely too much marijuana for her tastes – got to his feet and turned to leave the room. She waited for him to shut the door, which he didn’t, and left her hearing ‘stuck up yellow bitch’ as he walked out.

It was tempting to remind him of his place in the House, but that would have meant more work for the other employees under her, more time out of the bedrooms and away from their clients. And if that was all that he said, all that he wanted to vent, well, she had heard worse.

Shaking her head, she tossed his application into the nearby trash can. One more young man that had come here more to have the chance to freely fuck a woman than to get a job. They all thought that being part of the brothel would mean that they’d get the chance to have fun with the other employees, and that as the only male around, that they’d be in high demand. It would have been rather comical if they hadn’t also been so entitled about it, thinking that just by applying they would have to show off their fucking skills.

Admittedly, that was part of the exam and interview, but none of them had been good enough to get that far so far.

Eri pinched the bridge of her nose, reminding herself that there was a reason for all the interviews. The brothel had been pulling in a bit less business of late, though not because of any real issues with her girls. There were plenty of clients that they pulled in on a regular basis, and there were many men that were still interested in ‘exotic flesh,’ particularly as they maintained most of the Geisha traditions of the old land. They were interesting, different, offering something more ‘authentic’ in the eyes of the westerners, and it meant that they were always secure, both with those of the older, more racist generation, and those that were more obsessive in the younger one.

But it meant that they were also competing against brothels that catered more specifically to women and to gay men, and that…that was a problem, particularly of late.

[i]The younger lesbians aren’t so interested in my girls anymore…[/i]

Particularly with the rise of some of the pop bands from Korea. The appeal of young Japanese women – particularly those that had the old blood and the old shapes of the kitsune – was fading in favor of the pretty boys. Much as she wasn’t entirely keen on disrupting the old brothel traditions, she knew that she needed to keep with the times.

She just wished that she could find someone that had some decent understanding of how people were supposed to behave. She [i]could[/i] live with a human applying and becoming part of the brothel, could even deal with the transformation aspect of it, but she needed someone that had both the skills to do what he needed and the respect to go along with what he was told. So far, she’d seen none of the latter, and very little of the former.

Eri flicked through the remaining files. Two more applicants, and then she could go back to working properly. Paperwork in the office rather than interviews in the cramped room at the front of the House. She put one down and held the other over her lap.

“Robin Ban…”

Well, at least the surname implied that he came from the right people, rather than another white boy that was trying to get something for himself. Shaking her head, she pressed her legs together tightly, adjusted her skirt so that it fell past her ankles properly, and pulled her blouse a little tighter together. Just enough to push her cleavage up and forward, not enough to make them spill out. No point in putting it all on display, after all.

“Come in.”

Robin turned out to be a young man, quite young as things went around here. They were usually off getting their sort of pleasure with the young women of town, showing off their studly nature with those that they could impress rather than those that they had to pay. A mark in his favor that he was younger, then, rather than someone that was middle-aged or getting on in their thirties. The young men tended to attract the women a little bit better, and certainly the older, gay crowd.

She took in his attire, far more scholarly than she expected. Tight, well-presented pants that were less flattering in the crotch than she expected, something formal for a top. He looked almost like a school-boy that had been aged up and westernized, but never quite lost the formality of his old education days. His face was gentle, his eyes downcast, almost shy, but not quite.

But despite all that, there was something unmistakable about him. A scent in the air, something that told her that she wasn’t quite in the presence of a human. A small smile grew on her lips.

“Mr. Ban.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Sit down.”

He did, crossing his legs as he did so, despite the fact that he was sitting in an armchair rather than on the floor. He folded his legs so that the soles of his shoes pointed upward, his feet on his knees, and he shifted side to side as if trying to make himself more comfortable being under her eyes. She liked that, too. Someone that knew that they were here on sufferance rather than delight.

She looked down at his application again, scanning it.

“So…you wish a job.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you believe that you’re good enough for the Western House.”

“Yes, ma’am. I think…I think I can do whatever you need me to do.”

“And you know what we do?”

“…I…well, it’s hard…hard not to smell it, if you don’t mind me saying.”

Confirmation of his other side, then. Humans didn’t always pick up on the scent, but they were aware something was different. This one knew. He smelled the scents of the other kitsune, she imagined, as well as the other females throughout the Western House.

She tapped his application a few times, considering her approach. He already had more to his name than most of the other applicants, but she needed to make sure that she was right about this.

[i]He is a pretty enough young man for the girls…but can he survive what they’ll do to him?[/i]

“Tell me. Why do you sit like that?”

“I –”

“Not cross-legged. Like that. Your eyes down. Your face small. Why are you so shy, with such blood in your veins?”

“…”

“I know what you are. And you know what I am, doubtless.”

“I do…”

“Then why are you hiding?”

“I…I don’t…”

“You are a kitsune…but not a proud one, are you?”

“…No,” Robin admitted. “I’m not.”

Well, there it was. She knew that there would be a downside. He looked right and he smelled right, so there was going to be a trade-off somewhere. Eri turned the application over, setting it down on the floor. She slowly pulled one leg up, crossing it over the other, the movement making her skirt rise and almost pass over her thighs. He looked for a moment, then turned away, almost like he was embarrassed at being interested in what she had to show off. That was very different for a kitsune male.

“Am I unappealing?” she asked. “Or is it merely a distaste for human flesh?”

“Far…far from it,” he muttered.

“Then explain to me. You are certainly someone that could get what he wanted. What stops you?”

“I’m not the most…studly of kitsunes.”

“That hasn’t stopped others.”

“And I don’t want to rape.”

That was a different sort of take on it, certainly. Eri cocked her head to the side, looking him over. He thought that his options were limited to abstinence or rape, then? That was hardly a healthy attitude, particularly over here.

“And yet, you come here.”

“…At least this way, I know they want it…”

“And you think that they never would, otherwise?”

“…My family pushed the idea that, as a kitsune, I should be on the prowl. I should be ‘hunting,’ finding other partners, enjoying myself. And I didn’t want that. I wanted to focus on school, on getting a degree.”

“And yet, now you’re here.”

“…Yeah…” He sighed. “Yeah, I am. College isn’t cheap.”

Never was, and never would be, she imagined. There were always those schools that had slightly more affordable rates, but even with all the money that she had stashed away, she’d be hard-pressed to afford paying for all of her granddaughter’s education when the time came. She hoped that the young woman would be able to pay for part of it, and perhaps finagle her way to a cheaper arrangement with some college or other – the kitsune wiles were what they were for a reason – but she had faint hopes of that with the way that things were going.

But to hear that someone had so eschewed their own natural heritage – that of sensuality and sexual prowess – for something so minor certainly stood at odds with what she needed at the Western House. She cocked her head to the side.

“Is it mere finances that changed your mind?”

“…They’ve made it…harder to keep my principles,” he admitted.

“And that means that you’re willing to come here. To be a kitsune that others can enjoy?”

“I can keep from raping others if I am just a dildo for them.”

“Then you can leave.”

For the first time, Robin whipped his head up to meet her eyes. His shock was obvious, but Eri didn’t indulge him. Instead, she shook her head, gesturing at the door.

“You can leave right now if that is all you think I need.”

“What…but…I need this job!”

“And I need someone that will treat it with the dignity that it deserves.”

“You –”

“Clients to the Western House expect a certain measure of service, Robin. There are many that come here expecting merely the dead-fish experience that they get at any other brothel. They never receive that. They receive the best. My girls have been trained to be perfectly on par with the best of my homeland, and better than most. They give [i]service[/i], not merely their bodies. And I would ask for nothing less of the first male that we take in and make part of our family.

“If you want to be here, then you must show me that willingness, that essence of service and kitsune sensuality. While not all of my girls are of the same noble species as us, [i]none[/i] of them are less than that in heart. They embrace the spirit of what it means to be a member of my House, and you will do the same.”

She could tell that Robin couldn’t quite grasp it. She didn’t know what his family had done to him, or what they had told him, but clearly he had come to equate being sensual and loving, intimate and pleasurable, with rape and pressure and the darker side of things. He believed himself to be less than his ideal if he indulged in it. He had suppressed everything that he believed was dark and ‘bad’ about being a kitsune.

In the process, she was sure that he had done himself quite a bit of damage, and she doubted that he would come out of that unscathed. She was not going to be his therapist. She would, however, encourage him into being what he needed to be for her.

Standing up, she walked around his chair, standing behind him. Resting one hand on his shoulder, she squeezed.

“This is a place where we indulge each other. We take care of each other. Do you think that my girls are rapacious monsters?”

“…No.”

“Do you think I am?”

“…No.”

“…Heh. You’re not telling the truth.”

He flinched. Ah, yes. He imagined that she was some great queen of the brothel, someone that took advantage of the others, putting them to work and making them into some sort of machine of sex. They were all there to serve her, not there as a family, as far as he was concerned. He saw himself as just one more cog in the sexual machine, not someone that was going to be there of his own accord. He was trying to shift all the responsibility for his sexual antics onto her.

Well, that wasn’t how it worked. Not here, not under the Watanabe banner, and not in the Western House.

She squeezed his shoulder tighter. He flinched as she leaned in, whispering in his ear.

“My clients come to the Western House because they know what they want. They come here, and they ask for the things that they desire, what they need. I ensure that they will have them. If you want to be an employee here, then you need to be ready to be more than a dildo. I can buy that at a store just down the road. If you want a job, then I need someone that can be suave, someone that can be charming, someone that can embody the fantasies of those that come to visit.

“If you can do that, then there is a chance that I have a place for you. You have the face, and the body…though your hair could use a little work,” she admitted, running her fingers through the longer black strands that ran down the back of his head. “A little dye work would do wonders for you.”

“…It’s not my natural hair color.”

“Is it not?”

“I…dyed it this way to fit in.”

“Hmm. Is it that outlandish?”

“Do I have the job?”

Ah, so he wanted to transform and show her, but unless he was sure that he had a chance. Not a bad idea, considering that one’s other form was more likely to be identifiable in the future. He could always change himself a bit in human form if he wanted to hide, but his other form would be harder to pick out, at least visually. That scent…that underlying scent would make it easy to track, though.

But she couldn’t just hand him the job. Not that easily, not when he was still so shifty and so on edge. She cocked her head to the side as she walked back around the chair, stroking her finger along the back of his neck all the while. He shivered as she touched him again, and she could feel him huffing and panting, puffing and groaning.

Oh, he was not used to this in the slightest, clearly. He had been pushing his sexual needs down, down, down, telling himself that he could not act on the impulses that he had, that he had to be a good boy, that he had to do nothing unless his partner was the one running things. That meant that he had conditioned himself into complete submission in so many ways, but more than that, it meant that he was as pent-up as a kitsune could be.

And that boded well for the practical side of things. Very well, indeed.

She ended with a slow caress of his cheek as she walked away from him, going back to her chair. Sitting down with all the grace of her age and experience, she smiled.

“I can’t promise you the job until I see what I’m working with. The question is, Robin, can you actually do what I require of you?”

“Yes.”

Much faster this time. A good sign.

“Are you sure? There were will be clients that need you to be…forceful.”

“…If they tell me that…that they need me to be –”

She held up her hand. He stopped.

“If they want it, they will tell me, and I will tell you.”

“And you’ll always be honest?”

“There’s no point in me lying. To deceive you would be to make you less profitable. And I need everyone working as hard as possible under me at all times.”

There was more to it than that, admittedly, but at least it was closer to the truth than some of the other excuses that she could come up with. Eri leaned back in her chair, her breasts rising through her clothes slightly, the wrapped-around cloth almost sliding down to her nipples in the process. Robin almost looked away again, but seemed to catch himself at the last moment, keeping his eyes on her.

Good. Good.

“I will be honest with you at all times, Robin. But you will have to work hard for me. I can’t give you breaks on that. I can’t give you too loose a leash. Otherwise, the other girls will want the same. If you work for me, you will work hard. And there will be times when you have to do things that are embarrassing, if not downright offensive. There is no getting away from that, even here.

“But in return, you will be paid well. And you will have the assurance that you are doing what the client wants, at all times. And perhaps you will find yourself again, instead of locking yourself away.”

“I’m doing…the right thing…”

[i]If you want to keep telling yourself that…[/i]

Eri smiled, regardless. He seemed willing enough to listen, and he wasn’t arguing with her. She leaned back.

“Now…before I see what you [i]really[/i] look like…what is your full name?”

“What do you mean?”

“Robin Ban. That is not all of your name, is it? You left something out.”

“Oh. That’s, um, that’s the embarrassing bit.”

“Why?”

“It’s because of the initials. My name’s Robin Ban, but then the rest is Tae-soo.”

“Robin…Ban Tae-soo…”

“Yeah.”

BTS. Like the pop band. And he was already dying his hair to avoid looking like – oh, goodness. That was a bit on the nose. She shook her head, hiding her eyes behind her hand for a moment in understanding.

“We may use that in marketing, but around the House, we will ignore it.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, if you would.”

“…With your permission?”

Gesturing that he had it with a gentle wave of her hand, she watched as he took off his clothes. Like a good boy, he folded them and placed them back on his chair, his cheeks burning but no longer holding back. As he turned around, showing off, he displayed a shaft that would clearly have to grow when he was transformed, and she could tell that there was another reason he’d be a little less than enthused with sex at the moment. Even as it stiffened, she imagined that he was probably not endowed with more than four inches as a human, perhaps even as little as three.

[i]They won’t be getting much from that when they don’t want the kitsune…[/i]

That said, he had a fine enough body, the sort that usually attracted attention from the pretty-boy lovers. She imagined that there would be some girls that would love to pretend that he was a band member that they fantasized over and pull out the strap-ons for his rear end. Eri made a mental note to ask him about that later.

But she barely had a chance to take in his look before he was shifting, the air filling with the scent of a potent male kitsune as he started cracking and changing, his eyes closing tightly as his teeth flashed past snarling lips.

“Nnnngh…”

[i]Not the most practiced…still in that early stage where they treat it more like a werewolf shift…[/i]

But that was something that he could get with practice. For now, she was more interested in the odd shade that was coming through. Most kitsunes were red, orange, or even black with white streaks going through their fur. This was…different.

He was green.

She cocked her head to the side, tapping her chin as the transformation continued, the fur rippling out from over his shoulders and the center of his chest at first, and then spreading down his limbs. He panted for breath, growling and snapping his extending muzzle the more it went on, making quite the show of the beast inside coming out. At first, she almost imagined that he was doing it on purpose, but no. He clearly didn’t make nearly enough of a habit transforming himself, clearly holding it back for the sake of whatever little ‘morals’ he had on the subject.

That would change. That would have to change.

The transformation did offer him a hint more muscle, as all transformations did, but it didn’t bulge out or create massive stud-swells the way that it did on the more bestial shapeshifters. Rather than growing taller and broader, he merely became more masculine, more toned and tight, and yet, still very lithe. Yes, there was a little more solidness at his chest, giving his pecs a hint of definition through the green fuzz that was growing along his body, but not so much as to make him look like a body-builder.

He didn’t quite become a femboy, though he could have gone that direction, if he wanted. Instead, he kept that willowy build that he had as a human, just enhanced and further toned, soft and strong, charming and subdued. The sort of boy that someone could bring home without offending family while also keeping their own identity and saying “See? I have a [i]cool[/i] boyfriend.”

Someone marketable, for sure. She smiled as he leaned back, having to rest against the chair as his tails started popping out. Eri counted the little nubs rising from the fur along his spine, one, two, three before they stopped coming. She nodded in approval; someone that wasn’t too far along, obviously, someone with room to grow.

As they slithered free, popping out and moving like they had a mind of their own, the usual soft ‘crack’ of a human’s ankles shifting, heel rising off the floor filled the air. She nodded, uncrossing and crossing her legs again at the show. He rose up, getting a few inches taller from the sudden shift in his biology, and he clearly huffed and puffed as he tried to play off just how much it affected him.

His fingers curled, growing pads and gaining claws as he gripped the chair. He growled through growing fangs, his muzzle nearly fully grown, and his ears were pushing out and extending back. He had the full fox-face, now, and it was clearly something that he wasn’t used to, considering the way that he growled and flicked his tongue and ground his teeth together. He was clicking and shaking his head, grunting and shivering as he huffed and almost spat. Clearly, he needed far more practice in his shifting.

She glanced down, and was pleasantly surprised to see that his sheath had already grown in quite well, and from the heft of it, his cock had gotten quite a bit thicker, too. Quite a bit thicker, as a matter of fact, pushing out at the edges of the flesh tube and getting a little bit rounder. She mentally imagined that it was probably a good two and a half inches thick, and that was before getting to the knot.

Yes, that would make the girls happy. That would probably make them scream, if they were getting it right.

As he panted for breath, finally reaching the end-stage of the transformation, Eri nodded in approval. A three-tailed, gumiho-styled kitsune would be someone that she could work with. She’d just have to make sure that he didn’t back down from what he’d agreed to.

“Well…you are visually quite impressive. Have you given any oral to a woman before? Or a man?”

“…Once,” he admitted.

“And?”

“And it went well for her.”

“Show me.”

“…What?”

Eri smiled, slowly uncrossing her legs again. She reached down, pulling up her skirt, folding it over her knees and then higher still. By the time that it reached her waist, she could see his cheeks burning, likely because she was showing off that she was sitting there without any undergarments on.

“Show me.”

“You – now? Here?”

“I need to know that you don’t need to be taught [i]everything.[/i]”

To his credit, he moved quickly when she made it clear that this was required, and more, that she wanted it. He was on his knees no sooner than she finished her sentence, and his head was buried between her legs just after that. She waited, counting to three, and then felt his tongue between her thighs, working up, taking his time to tease her legs before getting to her sex.

A little sloppy, but certainly not bad. He had to work on his precision, but when he reached her clit, it was clear that he knew how a woman was built down there. No harsh sucks, but gentle laps, teasing, forceful enough to get the pleasure across without actually pushing it further than he needed to. Of course, there were refinements to be had, but he had the foundations down, which meant that a woman would be walking out of a session with him with at least one orgasm.

She leaned back a bit further, spreading her legs. Could she have gone kitsune for this? Perhaps, but she wanted to see how he responded to human lovers as well as kitsune ones. Kitsunes were built for knots; she wanted to see how he handled those that might be coming in on a more regular basis, those that would want to play with someone exotic without knowing just how exotic he was.

As he flicked his tongue inside of her, getting her closer than she quite expected, she tapped his forehead. He stopped immediately, looking up at her.

“You do well with oral…but I have to see what else you’re packing.”

He nodded, crawling back before standing up. Eri slowly pulled her skirt and top off, casting them to the side as she pulled a quick shift. It was far faster, far more elegant than his was, since she didn’t really care to show off.

His eyes darted down to her chest, over her breasts, and down to her white-furred sex. She smiled, giving him the chance to see it all before moving closer. His shaft was already rising from his sheath, getting good and strong and hard, and she stroked a padded finger down from the tip to the base.

“Hmmm, not doing badly for yourself,” she said.

“Mmmph…”

“And sensitive, too?”

“Very…very sensitive, ma’am.”

“I can tell. You’re already dripping for me,” she said, curling her finger near the base as his knot slowly popped its way from his sheath. As full as she’d expected, too, someone that would give some of the lucky ladies some serious stretching. Not as bad as some of their clients, but certainly not doing badly for himself, either. “I think that you’ll do very well here…”

“Mmmph…T-thank you…”

“Now…how long has it been? Since you relieved yourself, I mean.”

“Mmmph…two months…”

“Perfect.”

For her, at least. She knew for a fact that the cleaners would be utterly furious with her, particularly for all the work that she was about to put them through, but that wasn’t something that bothered her. She liked the idea of enjoying herself, and there were few enough privileges to being the head of the House. She could enjoy this.

Standing beside him, her bare breasts pressed to his arm, she wrapped one hand around his cock and started pumping. His eyes immediately clenched shut, and his lips pulled back in a whimpering snarl as she put him through his paces. Stroke stroke stroke – spit – stroke stroke stroke.

“Mmmph!”

“Already so close, hmm?” she teased as he started humping. “Endurance is a little lacking…but we can work on that.”

“Ah…nnngh!”

“Such cute little whimpers.”

And yelps, as he proved as she squeezed his knot. His hips went crazy, trying to pull free and trying to hump her hand that much harder, always trying to get loose, and always trying to get more. Forward, back, forward, back, manipulated by her rather expert handling of the most sensitive part of his cock. She could play him like a fiddle without even trying.

And he was already oozing, dripping, sliming up her fingers as if she had gripped a leaky lube barrel. She clenched her hand that much tighter around his shaft, popping her fingers off his knot. He gasped, making all kinds of senseless noise as she brought her fingers back to the tip, her other hand getting involved. She gripped the shaft, circling the head with her palm, polishing it ruthlessly, and he all but stumbled backwards, trying to get away from her while his body tried to make him get more.

“Please! PLEASE!”

“Just a minute…”

Eri knew the pleasure would not last for long. She knew that he would be blowing his load in seconds. But it was all the more enjoyable to push it for as long as she could. Seeing him trembling, knowing that he had all but surrendered his body in that moment, that she controlled him utterly through his cock: there was something to be enjoyed there for someone of her age, to know that she still had it. She savored it, enjoying the pleasurable spasms running through his shaft, the deluge of pre-cum against her polishing palm…

And then slammed both her hands down around his knot, giving it the breeding squeeze.

He yipped in feral fashion, bucking his hips again and again as his balls came up. The first jet of cum was like a fire hose going off, with a loud hiss of high pressure to accompany it. It blasted the far wall and almost dented it, spraying down and peeling some of the wallpaper from the sheer amount and pressure behind it.

Another blast followed, and then another, thick, musky fox-cum painting the office. Each blast was scarcely smaller than the last, and the whole thing went on for about a minute. When it was all said and done, there were puddles an inch deep on the far side of the room, and the wall was basically ruined.

She shook her head as she let go and he collapsed, panting. Eri shook her head with a smile.

“You are hired…under the conditions that you do not hold back for more than a day at a time.”

“Nnnngh…”

“You’re welcome.”

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

Summary: The Western House needs new blood. They get an interesting one.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Prostitution, Interview, Human, Kitsune, Atypical, Repressed, Embarrassed, Transformation, Cock Growth, Hyper Orgasm, Orgasm, Cum, Masturbation, Knot Play, Oral, Cunnilingus,