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[b][u][center]Human Addiction

Chapter 3: Odd Misconceptions

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

Four cheetahs switching off with one another meant that there was approximately four hours of sex afterwards. It was bad enough with the peacekeeper grunts – and the cheetah that was ever so excited for a second round – but when it came to André wanting his turn…

God, Roger got a first-hand understanding of why that cat was the officer of the bunch, and a commander to boot.

He was flat on his back in the bedroom, his eyes staring at the ceiling through bleary tiredness. For all that he had been run ragged by the suddenly eager felines, he hadn’t been able to fall asleep. Mostly because he wasn’t alone.

Roger glanced down at the four cheetahs that had flopped in bed with him, one curled around his ankles, two more at his sides, and the fourth laying over his stomach and curling around over his hips. It meant that he was pinned on all sides by warm bodies, and it meant that he was sweating up a storm, unable to move, sweltered and wrapped up in hot bodies.

Groaning under his breath, he thumped the back of his head against his pillow in annoyance. It wasn’t even their fault. He could have said no to any of the first three, and it would have stopped there. He could have said no, prevented that first one from sucking his cock in thanks for the petting. He could have said no to keep the second one from riding him while the first was licking around his backside, ‘bathing’ him in thanks. And maybe he could have said no to the third, begging for him like some cat in heat rather than some proud cheetah.

But after that, when the commander became involved? When that proud cat had gone full power bottom, demanding that the human give some satisfaction, dominating him from the bottom and showing off just how good he was with that bottom of his? Good lord, there’d been no stopping it after that. They were like a small pride, even though that was the wrong species, and they had taken turn after turn after turn.

His cock felt like it was going to fall off, and he groaned as he rolled his head to the side, looking out the window.

They’d fucked right past sunset, well into the night. He sighed, rolling his head back to look at the featureless ceiling, staring at it as his ears were filled with the soft hum of cheetahs breathing on all sides. He couldn’t get to sleep with that huffing in his ears, nor could he get to sleep while he was this smothered in warmth.

He whimpered, trying to arch his back, to turn, to roll onto his side, but his arms were pinned, and so were his legs. He would have to wake them up to get free, and from the way that they clutched at him, there was no way to do that without being completely cruel about it. Roger grumbled under his breath.

[i]How is this fair? And how the hell is this working?[/i]

Instincts and feral urges only took things so far, unless all the animals had been getting fucked by their owners. Yeah, people on the west coast were a bit weird, but they weren’t that weird. That would have been getting reported if there were that many people doing it. So, why did once-ferals suddenly want to have sex with humans?

He didn’t know, and it was bothering him, because until he figured it out, he knew for a fact that it was going to keep happening, and if it kept happening, then there was every possibility that he was going to screw up the resettlement operation.

Not to mention probably get ripped apart by some Anthro that wanted things worse than the others.

He grumbled under his breath, slamming his head against the pillow in frustration again as he tried to reason it out.

[i]They’ve got to have something, right? If it’s instincts, then that means that they’re more controlled by those than humans? Or maybe that they just listen to them more? Something like that, at least. Maybe there’s some conflation between getting affection and getting something more, now that they have more compatible bodies?[/i]

He didn’t know if that was true, but maybe there was something there. He knew that there would have been plenty of stuff left lying around for the Anthros when the humans jumped ship, heading to the other side of the quarantine wall. A lot of it seemed to have been picked up, learned and understood, considering most of their life seemed very similar to his own.

This, on the other hand…

He shook his head. There was no way that he was going to figure this out while he was this out of it, this lost in the heat. He needed to sleep it off, and then figure it out in the morning. Roger closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and did his best to fall asleep.

#

The morning came with a soft slurp, and Roger groaned as his toes curled against the sheets. There was no weight on his legs this time, and he realized that he had been flipped on his stomach somewhere during the night. He started to stretch his arms over his head, leaned back –

And then felt a pair of fluffy cheeks against his ass, as well as a tongue gently licking across his hole.

His eyes opened wide, and he yelped as he jumped forward, almost banging his head against the headboard. He groaned, rolling over, pulling at the blankets as he looked down to see what was happening.

André was in the process of sitting up, wiping his mouth gently and chuckling.

“Well, you certainly are a jumpy one.”

“What the hell were you doing?”

“I figured it would be a nice way to wake up.”

“…Well, it…”

“It certainly seems to have given your cock some new life.”

“That’s beside the point!”

“And here I thought humans thought about this all the time.”

“Thought about – what are you talking about?”

“It seemed to be the case in all the porn that your kind left behind.”

“…Okay, now, that? That explains a lot.”

“Hmm?”

“Uh…later.”

He hadn’t thought about that. The Mutations must have caused a fair bit of potential intelligence for the once-feral animals, but they were still having to learn things. If most of what they saw were humans fucking…

Well, that would have shaped a certain number of opinions.

[i]And considering that most of our data is on storage disks, now, aside from the training videos in work places…[/i]

That would mean that most of the hard-copies of information would have been the old pornos and stuff like that. That would have put quite the different image in the minds of the Anthros, all things considered. He rubbed the back of his head.

“Um…may I ask a really personal question?”

“We’re two naked men in bed together. It would be the time.”

“Fair.” Roger chuckled weakly. “Um…was all of last night…was that just trying to be nice to the human, or…”

“It wasn’t that. Or at least, it wasn’t for my men,” André admitted, looking out the bedroom door. Roger was struck by just how well-built the cheetah was. Despite his slender frame, he had a fair bit of toned muscles along his arms and back. “They were all intent on enjoying you, particularly once you started touching them. As for me…”

“You were going with the welcome program?”

“I was…curious,” the cheetah said, rubbing the back of his head. “Humans never seem to leave their lovers dissatisfied, and I wanted to see if it was truth or myth.”

“And the verdict?”

“…I may have trouble going back to barbed cock after that, let me just put it that way.”

Roger could not have blushed harder. He looked down and away, trying to find his clothes as he realized that he was still naked in front of the cheetah commander. André got to his feet, curling his toes around the edge of the human’s jeans, and extended his leg to offer them.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“No problem. Do you need some privacy?”

“Please? If you don’t mind?”

“Take your time. I’ll get the others rounded up.”

“We’re not going to have any trouble in the car to my apartment, right?”

“Not if I have anything to say about it. Those greedy boys better be satisfied with last night, because otherwise, they’re going to be in trouble.”

“Thanks. I just…it’s a lot.”

“I know.” André chuckled. “For us, too. Now, get dressed. We should head out before too long.”

The cheetah left the room, and he was left to his thoughts. He looked down at his pants, and then, slowly, subtly, he reached under his ass.

[i]God, that felt good,[/i] he thought with a blush, rubbing his fingers along his rim. There was still some of the cheetah’s spit back there, and he could feel that that tongue had gotten inside of him in his sleep. It was…rather naughty, to put it mildly, but the fact that the commander had gone that far, had enjoyed him that much…

He shook his head, pulling his finger back and sliding to the edge of the bed. At some point, his suitcase had been pulled into the room, so he fished out a pair of underwear from it before pulling his jeans on. Then his shirt, then –

Knock knock.

“Getting dressed,” Roger said.

“Any chance for a quickie before we go?” the cheetah on the other side – the one from the first day – asked.

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Then how about a chin scratch?”

“…Maybe in the car,” Roger said.

“Whoo-hoo!”

He heard the start of an argument – a barrage of ‘no fairs’ and ‘why you’ that were quickly silenced – and he shook his head. The cats were certainly a strange bunch, but he knew that they were hardly the only Anthros that he was going to be interacting with.

[i]Wonder what the other species are like?[/i] he thought, pulling his socks on. [i]I mean, I know that there’s a lot of them. That Shepherd yesterday was nice. Very respectful, very professional. Wonder if the other dogs are like that, all proud of what they do?[/i]

#

He got his answer going through the lobby. Roger was just about to reach for the door out when he saw a golden blur of lightning darting towards him. There was a sudden splatter of spit in the air, followed by a spotted wall between him and the sudden ‘attacker.’

“Human! Oh god, I heard so many stories about you! You used to be the people in charge, and you petted heads, and you gave treats. Oh, do you have treats? They said that it was awesome, that we always smiled when we got them, and –”

“Labs,” André muttered, and Roger couldn’t help but smile just a little bit. There was something so loving and genuine about the dog and the way that it was pressing so hard against the cheetahs between him and it. All the while, the gold-furred dog was tap-tap-tapping his feet, grinning and wagging his tail.

“Oh my god, can I just get one head-pet? I saw them in a documentary once, and oh my GOD that dog looked so happy. Please? Just one? Just one? Pretty pretty pleeeeeease?”

Roger looked from the gold-furred dog to André, and the cheetah sighed.

“One. But just one. We have a schedule to keep.”

“Right…”

Bracing himself, Roger reached out and stroked his fingers along the sides of the dog’s face. No sooner had he given the pets than the golden lab keeled over, happily grinning, falling flat on his back on the lobby floor. His tail was still wagging like mad; if anything, it was wagging even faster than before.

“Peeeeets.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Roger asked.

“He’ll be fine. Labs bounce back from just about anything. They just…go further than anyone else with everything. Come on.”

André pulled him along, and they stepped into the car from the day before. With little warning, they were off, heading towards his new apartment…wherever that was. Roger leaned against the window, glancing up at the city, and shook his head.

This was going to be a hell of a new life.

#

They arrived at the apartment building about ten in the morning, and Roger was honestly surprised at the quality of the place. It was a big building, standing at least eight stories tall, and the outside was well-cared for, for a change. Stone that saw some regular maintenance, some gargoyles towards the top, a few balconies here and there: it looked like a decently high-end place.

It even had a buzzer system to let people in, which he massively approved of. Roger followed the cats in, stopping in the lobby as André led him over to the front desk. A mare looked up from her paperwork, then looked down at him. Her eyes widened slightly.

“Oh, so that’s what a human looks like in person,” she said. Then she blushed. “Oh, sorry. That…that was rude of me, wasn’t it?”

“Well, it wasn’t the most polite, but…I get it,” Roger admitted.

“Sorry. It’s just not something that we’re used to. We have, um, films of humans, but that’s as far as it goes.”

Yeah, and that was either work-related, or porn related, and – yep, her eyes were going down. His cheeks burned a bit at that, but before there were any comments, André was swinging the conversation back to where it needed to be.

“We’re delivering him to his apartment today. We trust that you have a key ready?”

“Pardon?”

“A key?”

“Oh, right, right. It’s, um, under the desk here, somewhere.”

The tan and brown mare ducked down, her tail flicking dangerously high with her skirt, and she rooted around beneath the desk for a moment. The cheetah commander turned to him, mouthing ‘sorry’ before the mare got back to her feet.

“Sorry about that, again. I honestly forgot that you were supposed to be arriving today.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, ma’am,” André said. “What did you think was going to happen?”

“Um…just a regular day, honestly.”

“Right…now, he was assigned unit 41b. Is this the right key for that unit?” the cheetah asked, holding it up.

“…Yes?”

“You’re sure?”

“…Not really?” she admitted with a wince.

“…Do you want to check?”

“Please. I’m embarrassing myself bad enough, and I don’t want you to go to the wrong unit.”

She took the key back, and Roger barely resisted the urge to facepalm. He knew that it was going to be a weird situation, particularly for a world that didn’t know much about humans, but god. This was something else.

That said, with everything else that was going on, he was starting to feel a bit more…curious. The night with the cheetahs, while long and draining, had done less than he thought to really kill his libido, and now that he knew that sex with Anthros was as good – okay, scratch that, [i]better[/i] than it was with other humans – he couldn’t help but wonder. And she had some killer hips, and that long muzzle looked like it could fit a cock –

“Oh, thank god. It’s actually the right unit. I didn’t completely screw up.”

And just like that, he was shocked out of his puzzlement. He shook his head as he was handed the key again, trying to dismiss the images of the mare being as eager as the cheetahs had been. It was surprisingly hard.

As was his dick, he realized. He surreptitiously circled his suitcase around to hide his boner.

“Thanks, ma’am,” the cheetah said, smiling. “We appreciate it. Roger here will be living with you for a while, so, perhaps introductions?”

“Oh? Oh, yes, that would be – sorry. I’m all kinds of flustered today. I’m usually [i]much[/i] better than this.”

The mare offered her hand, the movement jostling her chest a bit as she offered it, pushing a [i]very[/i] large breast upwards and almost out of her white blouse. She covered her chest with her other hand, her face going red.

“I-I’m Jolene. Jolene Watford.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Watford. I’m Roger.”

They shook, and then parted with as little awkwardness as they could manage. He swore he felt her staring at him the whole way back to the elevator, and he shook his head as the doors closed, leaving him and André alone. He shook his head, and the cheetah chuckled.

“Having a hard time dealing with all the interest?”

“It’s not the usual, I can say that much.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“You say that now, after what happened last night?”

André winced slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Alright, if it got out of hand, it could be a problem, but…really, I don’t see it getting that bad. You’re being fairly responsible; after all, you could have probably had her over the desk and begging you for a pounding right then and there, if you wanted.”

“…And you’re not arresting me…why?”

“Partially to avoid an incident,” the commander confessed, “but also because there’s no point in doing that. If we did, you’d probably be able to get out of jail the same way. We’d either have to take drastic steps like removing you from the resettlement program entirely, or…you know…end it.”

“…End it?”

“In a way neither of us want.”

“…Yeah, I’m glad we’re not doing that.”

“Me too.”

“So, why aren’t you ending it, then?”

“To start with, you’re not taking too much advantage with it. If anything, you’re the one enduring the harassment, so it feels unfair to throw you out just because of that. For another, you are not cruel to those that you do let…let’s call it play…with you.” André looked straight ahead, shaking his head. “And for the last, we didn’t know this was going to happen, so now we need to see how we can fix it. And the only way to do that is to keep you around for a while, and see if it starts wearing off.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then I guess we start working on vaccines, or whatever it is you humans call it. I know that there were a great many of you that decided that they were dangerous a long time ago, but –”

“That was a giant bit of stupid in history, and we’re past that now.”

[i]Mostly.[/i]

They reached the fourth floor, stepping out and walking down the hall. It was nowhere near as elaborate and elegant as the hotel, but it wasn’t a bad place. A bit old and rundown in places, but definitely not bad. He followed along, dragging his suitcase with him as he looked back and forth between the different doors.

“So, um, you said I would be ‘living with’ Ms. Watford down there.”

“Yes?”

“Does that mean in her actual apartment, or is she renting it out?”

“She owns the building.”

“And she works as the lobby clerk? That’s a first.”

“It’s her way of learning about who’s staying here. Ah, here we are. 41b.”

He was grateful for the chance to just get into the apartment. It wasn’t a big one, but he didn’t expect it to be. It had a single long hallway that ran down the length of the apartment, with the bathroom right by the front door, a guest bedroom across the hall from that, then the kitchen, then the living room, and then the main bedroom. It wasn’t a big, luxurious place, but for one person, it was more than enough.

He wheeled the suitcase down the hardwood floor to the far end of the hallway, tucking it into the main bedroom. There was a queen-sized mattress inside, and he nodded to himself as he saw that it had already been put together, covered in clean sheets.

“I’m guessing your guys got this done earlier?” he asked.

“A week or so ago, yes,” André confirmed.

“Well…looks like this is everything. Do you have, like, a map for finding grocery stores, or?”

“Right, you humans rely on cell phones, don’t you?” the cheetah said, chuckling. “I almost forgot. I’m reasonably sure Ms. Watford put something like that in the living room, but if you really need something, we can come back tomorrow and drive you there.”

“No, I think I’ll be alright. I’ll probably order out for the night, anyway.”

“That’s another question. Do you have money?”

“I – oh. Fuck.”

He hadn’t actually gone through the process of changing it, yet. He had plenty of dollars in his suitcase, having emptied out his account since it wouldn’t work on the other side of the wall, but he hadn’t managed to get it exchanged for the local currency just yet. That, combined with a lack of a bank card, was a bit of a problem.

André must have guessed the issue, because the cheetah sighed.

“Look. I’ll leave you thirty for the night. You can pay me back tomorrow when we take you to the bank and get everything set up.”

“How much is that in dollars?”

“It’s about 1-to-2 conversion, yours to ours.”

So, he was getting thirty for fifteen. That could be good.

“And how much is, say, getting a pizza delivered?”

“Depends where you get it, but between seven to ten.”

With the conversion rate the way it was, it was far less expensive out here. He’d emptied his accounts and been given an additional settlement fund from the government, which meant that he had twenty thousand dollars to exchange and start an account with. In effect, that meant that he had forty thousand to start with on this side of the wall, and given that it was cheaper over here…

[i]Holy shit…[/i]

His life had just gone from decent to decadent, and he hadn’t even had to lift a finger. If he could figure out how to handle the sudden interest in him being the sole human that most of the Anthros here had ever seen in their lives, find a way to settle in and get a job, and then just live smart, he might not have to worry about anything ever again.

This resettlement gig might not be such a nightmare after all.

He was just about to say so when André leaned in and sniffed at his neck. He stiffened slightly, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh…commander?”

“Mmm. Sorry. I just wanted to remember your scent.”

“My…scent?”

“…Do you want the official lie, or the perverted truth?”

“…Let’s go with the perverted truth.”

“Then I was memorizing your scent so that I can remember it when I’m having some fun tonight.”

“Oooookay then,” Roger said, shaking his head. “I think it’s time for you to go now. Oh, wait, two more things.”

“Heh, yes?”

“One, does this place have a landline?”

“Yes, yes, it does.”

“Good. And second…” He bit his lip. “Um, awkward to ask this so much later, but…STDs and STIs. Are they a thing over here?”

The cheetah arched an eyebrow, but nodded. He groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“Lovely…”

“We do share the same sky. Just because we are genetically different doesn’t mean that we’re automatically immune. Though…we do have a few that you don’t, and you likely have a few that we don’t.”

“…I don’t suppose there’s a corner store that sells condoms around?” Roger asked.

“Just down the street, actually. Planning on getting some action?”

“More like making sure I don’t get screwed if someone pushes it.”

The cheetah chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out another ten. Roger nodded his thanks, then slumped back against the wall. This was going to take some sorting out, that was for sure.

On the plus side, however, there were plenty of things to look forward to. He had a landlady that seemed to be at least a little into him, which could mean some fun later down the road. There was a cheetah that was [i]more[/i] than a bit into him, to the point where the guy implied that other cat males were not going to be enough anymore. Who knew what would happen in the future?

As long as he was sane and careful, anyway. No point in risking some sort of dick rot that might leave him completely useless down there. He had finally gotten something good, and if there were sexual diseases on this side of the wall, too, then it would be better to look into that ASAP.

[i]They don’t seem to have much in the way of internet, so I guess the library will be part of the trip tomorrow, as well. I can look up the Anthro-only ones there, and…[/i]

Roger shook his head, putting that out of his mind. He glanced at the notes, saw that it was listed as Anthro Dollars, or AD, and put them in his pocket. 40 AD. That was probably funny to some history buff, somewhere, or to some of the perverts. Shaking his head, he looked back up at André.

“Thanks again, but I’d like some space, now, if that’s alright.”

“Alright. Be safe, and try not to cause any trouble.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all we can ask.”

The cheetah patted him on the shoulder, hesitated with his eyes flicking up and down Roger’s body, and then seemed to force himself to turn around. He walked out, shut the door, and despite everything, the human darted over to lock the door [i]tight.[/i] There was no sudden return, no thump on the door, and he sighed.

Now that that was over, he needed to decide on dinner, and he needed to decide what he was going to do for the rest of the day. He walked back to the living room, found it a bit spartan, but not bad. There was a two-person couch against the wall, a TV on the wall with the doorway in it, and a table that could fit three at it for meals. A bookcase, a couple shelves, a small end table by the couch.

Not much, but enough to make a comfortable room with.

He pulled the binder out from under the end table, sitting down on the couch and propping it up on his knee. There was a list of delivery services available in the area, and he smiled to himself.

“How very 90s…”

He shook his head, leaning back as he flicked through the binder. There were a few other things, like the local corner stores, grocery stores, and best of all, the bus routes. There was nothing about any sort of metro, which was a pity, but at least they had the busses running. That would keep him from having to hoof it everywhere.

[i]Note to self, get a bus card, too,[/i] he thought, turning the pages again. [i]Looks like Ms. Watford managed to get just about everything I’ll need here.[/i]

He turned the last page, and then stared. Pinned in the back was a business card with a pair of breasts on it, followed by pictures of a naked vixen, a naked panther, and a naked stallion. Two females, one male, and all of them showing off [i]everything.[/i]

“What…the…”

He looked back at the card, and saw that it was for a local ‘escort’ service. His cheeks burned, swearing that this had to be irregular, and as he looked down, he saw that it was. There was a note, scrawled gently but precisely, and he could just imagine the mare’s face burning up as she put this in.

[i]Hello, Mr. Roger Harding,

I’m not quite sure how humans handle their urges while they are away from any of their usual partners. We do have professionals for, ahem, intimate attention. As far as I understand, these ARE legal operations, though they have certainly never contracted to a human before. I am a married woman myself, so I cannot speak to their particular skills, but they do come highly rated. If these aren’t the right sort to recommend to a human, or if they aren’t sufficient for your species’s…needs…then please come talk to me in the morning, and I will do what I can to ensure that you are given what you need. Just like everyone else, we wish for the resettlement program to work out for the best for all of us.

Sincerely,

Ms. Jolene Watford[/i]

He shook his head, hardly believing what he had just read. First, because it was so much more precise and proper than the mare down at the front desk, and second, the fact that prostitution was actually legal on this side of the wall.

And third, because she thought humans were so pent-up that part of hospitality was getting them laid, because otherwise they’d explode. Apparently!

He flopped back, staring at the binder and slowly shaking his head. How the hell was he supposed to react to something like this? And how…why…did all of them look so much better than the humans he was used to looking at?

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