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Long ago, there was a human girl of incomparable beauty. Her skin honey-bronze, her hair sun-gold, her eyes deep and hazel like ambrosia

She also had absolutely bangin' tits, an ass like a prize-winning pumpkin, and a twat like a bear trap

So many men were drawn in by her sheer, jaw-dropping hotness that a cabal of basic bitches came together and beseeched a powerful witch to dispose of her and her man-eating thunder-cooze

It worked, and the Beauty was turned into a perfect bronze statue, doomed to roam the earth searching for the perfect man to break the curse with a kiss (and a bunch of other stuff, too)

Even to this day there are tales of a beckoning statue luring men in, talking them up, only to disappear when, you know, it turns out that a bronze fiddle-cove is kinda hard to satisfy

The image of a statue begging for love is so powerful, one enterprising Madam fashioned a brothel themed on the legend

The Bronze Beauty is the classiest, most prosperous tail-house for hundreds of miles

That's where you come in

Be a yinglady “disguised" as a yingguy

Truth be told, all you've done is shave your tail, but male yinglets are easy to fool

You're a Southern Tribes girl

Due to extenuating circumstances you shaved your tail and gracefully excused yourself from your enclave in the dead of night during some kind of uproar

You didn't even poison anyone…well, you did, but not the guy that died!

Your old enclave was weird

It actually kind of ties into why you're here, in this town. See, like most yingladies, you like to get railed on the reg. It's kind of your favorite thing in the whole world. Only problem is, you don't so much like laying eggs or nursing younglets or any of that other stuff. So that rules out finding a new enclave

If only there was somewhere you could get your rocks off without getting preggers

And that's when you found employment at the Bronze Beauty

Unfortunately, it's as a cleaner and 'sifter', or someone who discreetly rifles through discarded clothing for valuables while their owner is 'distracted'

You keep a quarter of what you find in addition to room and board, which is nice

Also all the pretty human ladies think you're cute and like to cuddle you, which is nicer

They also talk about all the hot sweaty sex they get to have day-in, day-out while you're stuck holding the spunk-mop, which isn't so nice

Today you're sitting in the main foyer, staring at the statue of the Bronze Beauty. She lay supine on a pedestal at the foot of the staircase, greeting the customers with open legs and a come-hither look, only for people to walk right by her and into the beds of other women

You have access to human make-up, human combs, human perfume, and you get a cute little maid outfit. Life isn't so bad, the girls are nice, the food is good, and with your money you can buy clams by the bucket

But no dick

Ever

You can relate to this poor metal lady and her dickless metal hell

“Hey, Sanki!"

You turn around and see Clara, one of the sandy haired ladies of the Bronze Beauty, she seems to think of you as a little sister or some kind of poor lost creature despite your best attempts to convince her otherwise

“You sure do like that statue," she said, patting you on the head. “It's pretty nice, yeah?"

“I feel a deep connection to zhis statue," you say, flatly. “I can relate to ze lack of cock in her life."

Clara giggles like you just said something inane and scav-like. “Ha-ha! She's so pretty, yeah? I heard that Mistress Kemp's friend was a bronze-smith, he made it for her free of charge! She must have done something pretty good for him to do that, yeah?"

“Yeah," you agree. Clara's sweet-natured and really pretty, so it's hard to stay annoyed at her. “Stuff I would do for free if she'd let me."

“Ha ha ha!" Clara giggled, clapping her hands. “You're so so cute, Sanki!"

“Ha ha ha."

You go about your day as usual, cleaning floors, sifting through pockets, sniffing dirtied bedsheets, the usual

You walk out of a room, bucket and mop in tow, when a familiar voice speaks. “Sanki, could you come here for a moment?"

It was Madam Kemp; she was a tall, older women with a calm focused attitude, she wore an elegant corset that held in her healthy gut and kept her enormous tits up. Towering, respectable, and thicc, she was about as far from a yinglet as a human could get. And she ran a brothel, to boot! Clearly matriarch material

“Yes, Madam Kemp?" You say, walking up to her and performing the little curtsy that all the other girls found so charming. “How can I help?"

Kemp beckoned for you to follow, before long the two of you were standing before the statue again. “I would like for you to polish this statue. You can do this?"

You can, and do, you climb all over the statue, wiping it down with a damp towel before pat drying it. Next was the polish, a paste of vinegar, flour and salt that you rub on with cotton towels. Madam Kemp simply stands there and watches you, her face calm and severe

“So, I hear that you are dissatisfied with your current employment," she said, suddenly

Your blood runs cold, you shake your head emphatically. “N-no! No Matriarch, I mean, Madam! I am so so grateful for my job! You are a sopretty and sosmart–"

“Stop that scav-speak, Sanki, you're better than that," she commanded. “No, I'm quite sure you've been complaining about your current job, something about a lack of cock?"

You say nothing, eyes wide as dinner plates

Her expression softens, and she sighs, stroking your cheek. “Sanki, we've been over this; I can't give you a room here. If anyone *knew* we were offering yinglet services…well…it's just not possible. You understand?"

You nod, dejectedly rubbing the polish into the bronze. Mistress Kemp smiled and nodded with an affirming grunt. “Good. Now, get those tits nice and shiny, you want your new workstation to look nice, don't you?"

“What?" You say

She merely winked and leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Meet me in my office after you're done polishing."

You wait outside the door to her office, fidgeting nervously. What did she mean? Will you still be a maid? What kind of 'workstation' could be had in a brothel?

You muster the nerve to knock, there's a pause followed shortly by “Come in."

You peer in, Madam Kemp is sitting behind her desk, coins of all description surround her in stacks, the feather quill in her hand dancing jerkily as she wrote. She didn't even look up as she beckoned you forward. “Come in, Sanki. Have a seat."

You do. She continues writing, as though you aren't even there.

“Uh…" you try to say, only to be silenced by a raised finger. For a while the only sound is the scratching of her quill against parchment. You start to feel anxious again, are you in trouble? What was she planning for you? What was she writing?

“Finances," she replied as though reading your mind, still not looking up from the parchment. “In this business, it's all that matters. Coin, coin, coin. How we get it doesn't matter, in fact, many of our customers would prefer us not keep tabs on what we get paid for, just that the service is provided satisfactorily and discreetly. But some level of reputation must be maintained, the only reason we hired you as a sifter is that if you got caught there'd be plausible deniability on our part, on account of you being a yinglet and all."

You bristle at this

She doesn't seem to care and continues. “Openly offering yinglet services would taint our reputation. Those that would partake would do so secretly and therefore not come to our defense against those that would burn this place to the ground for 'degeneracy'. That is why I can't have you work as one of my girls."

You sigh and nod, a little miffed that she would bring you in here just to make the same point again

“No, you won't be one of the girls," she said, smiling as she rose to her feet. “You'll be our mascot."

“Excuse me?" You say, ears cocked. “I don't understand."

She beckons you over to a little door in the wall. It leads to a low-ceilinged hallway, Madam Kemp must stoop to get through. At the end of the hall is a room with a strange, contoured bronze ceiling

You'd recognize those glorious tits anywhere. “Ze statue? We're in ze statue?"

“That's right," Madam Kemp says. “I had commissioned it from a bronze-smith friend of mine, he said he'd do me one better and made this. Here, touch," she said, touching the area at the crux of the statue's legs.

You do, to your surprise its not bronze, but some kind of smooth, pliable material, like leather but infinitely more smooth. Madam Kemp speaks. “It's a kind of gelatin made by the Indrel, it looks just like polished bronze but it's soft and smooth as velvet, and firm and and taught as flesh. It never goes loose or dries out. He meant to make an internal sleeve for the rest of it, but…well…he left one day to get more and never returned."

“I don't zhink I understand," you say, pointing at the statue's pussy. “Why do zhis?"

“Coin goes in," Kemp said, pointing at the hole where the statue's mouth is and then pointing at the crotch, “Then cock goes in. My friend assured me that the sleeve would have felt like the real thing. It's a statue that does what our girls do. With this, the men that only want a quick lay would pay cheap and fuck the statue, leaving the girls fresh and ready for those that want more."

You blink; that's brilliant! But one thing nags at you, even though you get the feeling you know where this is going. “And where do I come in?"

Madam Kemp smiled, gesturing at you. “Well, the Bronze Beauty needs, shall we say, some depth. Interested?"

Your heart thunders in your chest, a pink flare burns in your cheeks. “Beats mopping!"

A carpenter shuffled down the dusty road. It had been a hard day, hot and frustrating

He needed a little something to let off some steam

He looked up at the large ornate house, the Bronze Beauty, and smiled. Many a day's pay he had wiled away here

The service was second to none, an there was nothing the girls here wouldn't do

If the price was right

He frowned and reached into his purse, pulling out a handful of silver and copper. Minus food, rent, and booze, that left him ten coppers. Not enough for full service

Eh, a handy's better than nothing

He walked inside and breathed deep, the perfume, the gentle harpsichord music, all brought back good memories

Wait, something's different

There's a booth right where that big beautiful statue was, outside it was one of the girls, he was pretty sure her name was Clara or something. She saw him approach and came to life, curtsying. “Hello, sir! Are you interested in our newest attraction?"

He looked up at the sign, futilely, since he was illiterate. “What is it?"

“The Bronze Beauty!" She chirped. “She's waiting for her man in this booth! Feed her five coppers and show her your love!"

He shrugged and walked into the booth. Before him was the same statue as before, polished and shining, her face beckoning and elegantly painted. For a moment he ponders how this is supposed to work until he sees her glossy red lips, the space between them large enough for a coin. He slipped five coppers between her lips and paused, unsure of how to proceed. He looks down between her spread legs and to her perfectly molded pussy, quite impressed at how anyone could shape bronze so well. On impulse he reached down and stroked her, starting back in surprise when he felt the bronze was warm and soft like flesh under his fingers

He slipped his finger between her folds and pressed in, something wet and tight gripped his fingers, clenching like it was alive. And warm! Warmer than any woman he'd been with, almost hot to the touch, like a fever. It even smelled like pussy! He wasted no time in dropping his pants, his short thick cock popped out like a spring. If he heard the low, shuddering moan from within the statue he gave no indication as he positioned himself between her eagerly spread legs

He pressed against the entrance and slid in, her flesh was ready and willing, but so tight that it took a few moments to just sheath himself. But finally he did, luxuriating in the magical statue's insides. She was snug and wet and hot like nothing he'd ever had, it felt as though if he didn't keep pushing he'd pop right back out again! He began to move, slowly at first, but soon he began to pick up the pace, hips slapping into the hard bronze almost painfully as his cock glided in and out, slick and shining with her juices. She was silent, but he could tell she was enjoying him, because every time he thrust back in there would be a spasm or a clench, her flesh contracting around his cock in ecstasy

He felt the crest of his own climax rise upon him in record time. He grunted and pushed in as far as he could go, groaning as his cock pulsed again and again, her tunnel practically crushing him as it clenched down. He panted and gasped for a moment, resting his head on her hard, unyielding metal breasts. He withdrew his cock with a pop and stumbled back. That was well worth five copper.

He reached into his purse and counted his coins again

He didn't really *need* booze this week

You pant and shudder as you lay on your back on a padded bench, your soaked crotch pressed up against the inside of the statue

Multiple orgasms are never a bad way to kick off a career

You find yourself thankful that Madam Kemp thought to include this ball-gag for you to bite down on, can't be making too much noise, can we?

You poke the bag hanging over your head, the satisfying jingle of copper coins meets your ears. You keep half, that was the agreement, and he'd gone at least three rounds with you !

That's a lot of coin for a scav!

A sound comes from outside, you crane your long, flexible yinglet neck around the coin bag and cock your head so you can see through the mouth hole, it was another customer. He was tall and thin, almost gangly, it dawns on you that he's quite young. How cute!

He seemed unsure and trepidatious, tugging at his belt. Banging and laughing came from outside the booth, his friends no doubt set him up to this

He just stands there for a second, wringing his hands, you pull out the ball-gag and, in your deepest most sultry voice, whisper “Feed me five copper, and have some fun."

He leans in, confused. “Y-you can talk?"

You recall Madam Kemp's one stern, inviolable rule: the Bronze Beauty never speaks! You can only imagine the scolding this little transgression will bring about

Ah, fuck it

“Five copper and you'll see what else I can do."

He raps his knuckles against the statue, but the cast bronze is so thick all he hears is a metallic 'thud'. “Magic."

“Get your cock out and I'll show you magic!" You say and he starts unbuckling his breeches, you clear your throat. “Coppers first, lad."

“R-right…I'm sorry, I've never…uh…"

A virgin, you smile fiendishly, how cute

He hurriedly counts out the coins and slides them through the hole, he goes back to unbuckling his pants

His cock jumps out, like the rest of him its long, thin, and a little awkward looking, but a dick's a dick

You lick your lips and press your crotch against the statue “Well, get to it!"

He practically lunges forward, hilting his entire cock in a single thrust. You almost squawk in shock at the sudden intrusion, biting it back before stuffing the gag back in your mouth. His cock didn't look out of place on his body, long and thin and awkward, but it was easily half again longer than your previous customer, maybe even twice, and not all that thin. It bottoms out two-thirds of the way in but just keeps going, stretching your body to accommodate it, and he's pulling almost all the way out before slamming himself back in

Holy shit it feels amazing

He pants and wheezes as you clench and spasm around him, your clear, slick juices coat his crotch as he slams into the statue, creating a sound that somewhere between a thud and a slap

He lets out a reedy gasp as he hilts himself one last time, you can feel him twitch inside you, a slick, radiating warmth spreads through your belly

You just might love being a mascot

The night went on well enough, suffice it to say the lad sang your praises to his buddies outside the booth and each of them had a go. Though you didn't speak to any of them, figured that'd just be a little thing between the two of you

You sit on your cushion and count out the mass of copper you earned, the bag was heavy and full in your hands. It felt good

It dawns on you that you smell like a few dozen dicks, and you decide to hit the baths.

Besides, you have a bit of bragging to do

You walk into the bathing area, thoroughly tuckered out

The other girls look at you as you strut into the room, smiling with satisfaction and triumph

If any of these girls had taken the amount of dick you had, they'd be walking funny for a week

You hop into a freshly drawn tub of hot soapy water, setting yourself down between the legs of the girl already in it, sighing contentedly at the soothing warmth

“Could you rub my back, Romi?" You ask the girl whose bath you've interrupted. “I'm a little sore."

Romi nods, her brow creased in worry. “Yes, of course, Sanki! Are you okay?"

“Better zhan okay!" You say, squirming a bit as she massaged between your shoulder blades. “First day on ze job, I zhink I did well."

“Well?" Another girl, Bekka, said incredulously. “You had a line outside your booth all night! How are you still walking?!"

“Was it really all night?" You say, boastfully. “I guess all ze dicks just sort of blurred togezer."

“You say that like it's something to be proud of," a voice calls out. “Any cooze can lay back and take it, but some of us have to work for our pay!"

It was Annie, some classy whore from Val Salia, walking over to you, glaring like you'd just spat in her mouth. “I don't know what Madam Kemp was thinking, sticking you in there."

“She probably zhought 'Annie would do it for free if her fat ass could fit.' Luckily she had me to fall back on."

Silence fell over the bathing room, Annie's eyes went wide, her fists clenched. She started forward, fingers curled into claws as she reached out for you. You start to flinch away when a voice as cold and fierce as a winter storm cuts through the air

“Problem, girls?"

It was Madam Kemp, standing in the doorway, tall and strong as an alabaster pillar, so strong and forceful it looked and felt as though the whole brothel would collapse should she deign to move. Annie froze like a Baxxid just roared at her, her previously claw-like hands slack and flaccid as dead worms

“As most of you no doubt already know, Sanki will be joining our ranks as an 'offered service'. I don't need to tell any of you that the mystique of the Bronze Beauty is a valuable commodity. So please, refrain from any pillow talk regarding our trade secrets. Should such valuable information be leaked…" her eyes narrowed as she glared at Annie. “…I'd know. Any questions?"

One of the girls raised her hand. “Why charge so little for Sanki's-er-the Bronze Beauty?"

“To weed out the fellows looking for a pump-and-dump. We'll adjust our prices for more advanced services, but keeping the Beauty cheap will reduce your overall workload and keep you girls fresh for the more expensive services and specialities." Madam Kemp cast a quick glance over at Annie, one you're pretty sure only you and Annie caught. “Those of you *with* specialities, that is. The copper-work like blowjobs, handies, and the Beauty will filter out the chaff, but you girls will be responsible for bringing in the silver and gold. Understand?"

Agreements rang throughout the bathing room

“Excellent," Madam Kemp said, smirking. “Now rest up, tomorrow the summer sea breeze starts and the trade winds will bring in ships and merchants. That means a lot of het-up seamen. I want all of you to be fresh and ready. Goodnight girls."

Madam Kemp leaves and Annie glowers at you but turns around and walks back to her tub.

You watch her as she does

Basic Bitches always be causing the Bronze Beauty trouble

You sit on your table, a line of cards out in front of you. You're bored. Anxious. You crane your head up and wrap your lips around the stem of a pipe poking through the mouth of the statue and take a drag

The air inside is heavily perfumed in a way that makes your nose curl, one of the girls (Annie, the cunt) had commented that the Beauty's 'breath' smelled like dick and wet scav so they had set a few sticks of incense alight in your work station, causing smoke to pour out its mouth. Clara had the bright idea to stick a pipe in the Beauty's mouth to make it seem like she was smoking

Clara's a good girl, one with inane notions and sweet motives, but at the end of the day had a few good ideas I her pretty head

Her suggestion allows you to drag on some quality tobacco for hours on end, which was nice

Turns out tobacco gets a scav's blood boiling, which makes waiting for the doors to open a mild form of torture

That's what cards are for

The bells ring and the doors swing open. You smile and begin to gather up all your cards, carefully shuffling them together when a hard throbbing cock lurches through the opening

It looked nice, thick and a good length, too, with a wide, almost flattened head. The smell hits you first, overcoming the stench of potpourri with the heady, musky stink of a male in need, desperate need, of the kind of relief only your hot, wet scav nethers could provide

What good is that wonderful cock doing, twitching and throbbing in the open air like that?

You glare at it as it starts thrusting in and out. No coppers? What does he think you are, a slut?

Well, you are, but you're a worker first

It's a matter of principle

“Hey, what gives!" You heard him say, indignant. “I thought this thing was suppose to feel real!"

You reach out and grab his dick with with your pointy little claws, just hard enough to be felt, and hiss through the Beauty's mouth “Coppers first, asshole!"

He yelps in surprise and you let him go, allowing him to pull out

You position yourself and the coppers plunk into your bag

“Sorry…" he says, expecting a response from a bronze statue. “I just, uh…"

You say nothing and he pauses, wondering if he simply imagined your scolding. He eventually shrugs and walks forward, plunging dick-first back into the statue. You're rocked by the force of the thrust as that whole thing slams into you at once.

You're reminded of the time you saw a burlap sack placed in front of a grain silo when the stopper was removed

Even in the low light you swear you could see the fur of your belly shift as his magnificent cock slams into you

You reflect on your days as a sheltered female in the Southern Tribes; kept well away from even the slightest disturbance or interesting thing, the fast, frenetic sex at the behest of an 'all-knowing' matriarch. You think about the perpetual string of eggs plopping out of your snatch and the creepy nurses watching as you lay. You remember having to fawn and preen over weird old patriarchs and their annoying games

Your trip down memory lane is interrupted by the man outside grinding into you as far as he could go, rotating his hips and swirling his cock around inside in slow circle, hitting your deepest spots with a constant, throbbing pressure. You gasp and clench around him, those earlier feelings of resentment now flushed away by a wall of pleasure. A rush of clear, slick fluid soaks his cock and the inside of the statue

He notices and chuckles. “Like that, huh? How about this?"

He pulls out almost completely and thrusts back in, angling his cock upwards. You definitely saw your belly move that time, a lump that starts at your hips and moves up before disappearing at your belly button. He does this again and again, slowly and deliberately, every time he thrusts back in he practically crushes your g-spot before scraping along the inside of your belly before finishing with a prod at your deepest region. Fucker knows exactly what he's doing

You almost scream as you cum again, biting hard on the gag. He doesn't stop, he maintains a steady, slow, rhythm that keeps constant pressure on your favorite spots. You start cumming like clockwork every few dozen strokes. You feel your mind turning to mush, thinking about anything other than the cock working its magic on you was more or less out of the question

His breathing shortened to gasps and his cock began to twitch. He suddenly withdrew and clambered up onto the statue, straddling it as he pushed his cock against its lips. “Open up!"

You have enough presence of mind to crane your head up to the coin slot and open your mouth eagerly. He grunts and cums between the hard, frozen lips of the statue, long ropey strands of hot white jizz splash down at you, streaking across your tongue and muzzle. No wonder he was so impatient, he was sitting on a month's load!

You shudder a satisfied sigh and savor the salty bitter flavor of his rich seed when he leans in and whispers “Good job, scav."

Wait, what?

You lean in and poke your head through the crack in the door, trying to look as small and unassuming as possible. “You called for me, Madam Kemp?"

Madam Kemp looked up at you, her expression flat yet withering. “Yes, Sanki. Come in."

You step in and your heart drops; sitting across from Madam Kemp, leaning back over the chair and looking at you with a smirk on his handsome roguish face was your star-customer. “Sanki, eh? Pretty name."

Your ears droop as Madam Kemp rises to her feet, fingers tapping on the hard wood of the desk. “This gentleman has arrived at some…interesting conclusions. Tell me, Sanki, what's the one rule you had to follow? The *one* thing I told you never to do?"

"Do not talk to ze customers," you mumble, looking at the floor

“Do not talk to the customers!" She bellows, fist slamming down on the desktop

“Actually, that's not how I figured it out," Mr. Magic-Cock slips in edgewise. “I mean, yeah, she told me off, but I figured there was someone in there anyhow, just not a scav."

You and Madam Kemp exchange confused looks and she asks “Then how did you–?"

He looks at you and winks, a knowing smile on his stupidly handsome face. “I'm the captain of a merchant ship, been to every port on either coast. I know what scav pussy feels like."

“Oh." Madam Kemp cast you a suspicious look. “There's a difference?"

He nods enthusiastically. “Oh, yes! It's very distinctive. Scav trim would sell like plague-bane if it weren't attached to a scav. The set-up you've got here, and your talented little performer, you could probably charge silver." He blows you a kiss and you blush and smile furtively to yourself. “I was actually surprised, it's not like they let their lady-types wander around human cathouses. Where'd you find her?"

"Not important," Madam Kemp says, leaning forward over the desk. “You wouldn't have barged into my office if you weren't looking to profit from this information. What do you want?"

He shrugged, knitting his fingers together. “Oh, not much. How about…a night on the house for me and my crew?"

“How many men?" Kemp said

“Forty."

She sniffed indifferently. “That's half our capacity out of earnings for a whole night. No deal."

“This isn't a bargaining table," he said, evenly. “This is blackmail. I'll tell people that your fancy new fuck-station is a trash-stork behind a bedsheet and they'll burn this place down."

“Our reputation is solid," she said, dismissively. “Go ahead."

“Reputations are so easy to tarnish," he said, wondrously. “Been damn near my end in more than one port town."

“Funny you should mention that, as some very important people in *this* port town appreciate my discretion regarding their activities." Madam Kemp put a finger on top of the elegant oil lamp lighting her paperwork. “Why, just about anything could happen to a docked ship; a toppled lamp, unchecked worm damage, anything. Of course, you know that better than anyone, Captain Harun."

His smile vanished at the utterance of what was apparently his name, Madam Kemp continued. “Oh yes, but your reputation precedes you, Captain. Let's suffice it to say that the minute your scow crossed the harbor gate I was told Ol' Hump and Hop Harun was paying a visit. A man who won't even pay for pussy is hardly the kind of man who makes friends in a port town. So, by all means, extort to your heart's content, but see how quickly you can sail to the next harbor on a pile of burning oakum!"

“Can I change my price to a night with you, Madam?" He said, starstruck.

“You wouldn't live to tell the tale," she said, flatly. “But now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I could be persuaded to give you and your crew a…fifty-percent discount."

“Ninety is more to my liking," he said, rubbing his chin

“Sixty."

“Eighty."

There was a pause, you looked back and forth between them, their face set and determined.

“Seventy-five," they announced in unison. Madam Kemp extended her hand and Captain Harun took it gently and kissed it

“A pleasure doing business, Madam," Harun said

Madam Kemp bobbed her head in a dignified fashion. “All mine, good Captain."

He turned to leave before stopping, turning around with an apologetic wave of his hand. “I would request one more thing, Madam."

“Oh?" She sat down and picked up her quill, ready to resume her work. “And what would that be?"

“A night alone with your Bronze Beauty," he said, fixing you with a smoldering, lustful gaze. “In a more comfortable setting, of course. A deluxe room, with wine and silk sheets. Maybe a few dozen oysters on the half-shell, just to make the night?"

You gasp and look back at Madam Kemp, who arched an eyebrow and turns to you. “Sanki?"

“Yes," you try not to scream in glee. “I would be honored to"

“Accepted, Captain. When can we expect you and your men?" Kemp said

“Tomorrow night, after sundown," he replied, shooting you a wink. “See you then, Sanki."

You wave goodbye, just barely biting back an ecstatic giggle. You are going to get SO fucked

Madam Kemp notices your excitement and chuckles airily. “Poor man doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. Try to take it easy on him, Sanki."

“No promises"

You stroll through the brothel in your maid outfit, pulling along a bucket and mop as you bob and weave around the throngs of rowdy sailors as they paw at the girls, more than a few had already dropped their trousers and began rubbing their turgid members against the bare thighs and bellies of their companions

Dicks everywhere!

The girls didn't mind so much, giggling at their enthusiasm. Clara in particular was surrounded by red-faced panting sailors, a prick in each dainty hand as a grubby hooked finger pulled down her top to reveal her flushed, milky breasts, her nipples small perky spots of vibrant pink

She sees you and her full lips curl into an impious smirk as she aims the twitching veiny cock in her hand at you, pumping it lewdly. The sailor grunts and leans against her, hips bucking as a long strand of jizz spurts through the air, splattering on the floor at your feet, a second one splashes warm and wet across your foot, the translucent white stood out in stark contrast to your black leg fur

The sailors laugh and Clara giggles and winks at you, smiling playfully

You pretend to storm off in a huff to the guffaws of the sailors. As soon as you turn a corner you lift your foot up to your mouth and lap the still-warm cum off your toes, shuddering with pleasure

Thanks Clara, you needed that little top-up

“'Allo there, cutie!" A thick voice slurs from behind you

You turn around to see a huge man standing behind you, pissing into a copper pot. He's almost twice as tall as you and his arms and legs bulge with hard seaborne muscle. He's not handsome, his face is blocky and rough, his nose flattened and skewed with countless long-healed fractures. His shirt is half-open at the top, revealing his hairy rippling barrel chest and the top of a taut muscular gut. His flaccid cock hung out of his trousers, spilling overtop his hand, covering it almost completely

You stammer something as he shambles over to you, eyes locked on that massive flaccid dick as it flopped and bounced with each step. He didn't even bother tucking it back in, he knew what you wanted. He stops right in front of you, he's so tall it's literally right in your face

“Y'like that, scav?" He chuckles, swaying his hips back and forth, dangling it in front of you like it was a slab of meat before a hungry dog. “Y'wannit?"

“Mmmh ah…yuh…" you mumble, flinching as it slaps against your snout, your eyes half-lidded and glazed as you sniff desperately for that wonderful squid-smell human cocks have, drool starts to trail down your jaw

He kneels down and roughly slides a hand up your dress, a thick calloused finger quickly finding your slit and traces the sensitive lips. He leans over, tucking your head in onto his bullish shoulder, a puff of boozy breath slips into your ear as he hisses “Lemme suck yer cock~"

“Sanki!" Romi calls out, making her way across the crowded main foyer, waving her hand at you. “Hey! Sanki!"

You wave back unenthusiastically with one hand and tug on his huge cock with the other, feeling it harden, getting longer, thicker. This thing was going to wreck you! You had to have it!

Romi approaches you and leans over. “Sanki, don't you have something to do? A room to clean?"

You giggle tersely and turn to face her, hands clasped in front of you. “I was just about to but zhis soso handsome man said he wanted a friend."

Your foot-hand reaches back out of sight and strokes his hard fat dick, your soft velvety pads slipping down its underside before cupping and teasing his balls. “Mmmyes, we're going to be such good friends, I zhink~"

His huge hand snakes around your midsection and pulls you close, his cock is now rubbing between your legs under your dress, your pussy grinding up and down on the shaft, leaving slick, wet trails. His other hand grabs your chest, squeezing roughly. “Y'got nice titties fer a boy"

Romi leans in, unamused, and says: “Shouldn't you be cleaning a 'certain someone's' room right now? I hear it's a mess, you're gonna be there all night."

Your ears shoot up in alarm, you'd forgotten somehow! “Zhat's right! Mr. Magic-Cock! Zhanks for reminding me, Romi! Zhank you, zhank you!"

You grab your mop and bucket and run up the stairs. Mr. Huge Cock shoots to his feet and stammers after you as you leave “'Ey! Where're ya goin', lad?"

“Sorrybye!" You say, bounding around the corner and down the hall

Romi gasps as his massive endowment accidentally pokes her bare naval, her cheeks burning red. “Hey…maybe I could be your friend?"

Mr. Huge-Cock stares forlornly up at the staircase before sighing heavily and nodding. “Okay, I guess…"

You turn the corner and try to calmly approach Captain Harun's room, across the hall was Annie, she was being accosted by a trio of particularly crusty sailors, one of whom was rubbing a stubby little erection on her rump

“Go on then, show us ya minge," one crooned

“One at a time and in my room!" She said, sternly

You walk (strut) by, a smug smirk on your face as you push open the VIP suite and step in, making sure she can see the handsome roguish captain laying on the bed awaiting you

Her face twists into a crumpled mask of indignant rage as you slowly close the door, careful not to break eye contact. The last you see of her before the door shuts was one of the sailors had reached up and yanked her top down, causing her enormous tits to spill out. The outrage and disgust on her face was just as satisfying and fulfilling as any cock

Well, almost

“What's this?" Harun exclaimed in faux shock. “I didn't order a scav maid! I wanted the Bronze Beauty!"

You smirk and curtsy, quickly lifting up your dress to flash the dark patch of shiny wet fur around your pussy. “Honored Patron, I was sent to clean up ze most terrible mess. Puddles of cum and pussy juice everywhere, drool and sweat matting ze sheets, and ze sex-stench! Oh, but look! Zhere's no mess to be found!" You grin and drop the mop, pulling off your frilly maid outfit and tossing it in the corner. “Shall we make one, zhen?"

He smirks at you and hops off of the bed, getting to his feet. He plucks you off the ground and tosses you like a sack of feathers. You giggle happily as you bounce on the bed, rolling on your back and looking up at him; his skin is sun-bronzed and his long hair, done up in a tight, neat braid was black and glossy as coal, his green eyes drink you in as you lay spread-eagle before him. He unbuttons his loose-fitting white cotton shirt, it was the kind with the plunging neckline that teased with a view of his taught pecs and rolling abs, but still hid enough to make the act of stripping titillating

Lithe, panther-like muscle rippled and bunched as he stooped forward on the bed, crawling towards you. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you under him, smirking at you as he rests his bearded chin on your aching sex. “You ready?"

“Are *you*?"

He takes that as a go-ahead and presses his mouth down on your lips, kissing and sucking them before plunging his tongue deep inside. You moan and sigh, kicking and gasping as he nips your hard little clit, sucking it between his teeth as his thick tongue worked the inner wall behind it

You squeak in surprise as he rolls over onto his back, taking you with him. You look down and see his face, eyes glazed and lidded as you practically smother him with your fuzzy crotch

He's getting off on this!

You spin around on his face, grinding your crotch into it, so that you're facing his body. You shudder a sigh as you run your fingers over his broad, muscular chest, tracing his hard rippling abs with little clawed fingers, working your way down. You unlatch his trousers and pull apart their bindings, roughly pulling them down. His cock pops out, bouncing like springboard. It was just as beautiful now as it was then, more so even, because you can see every vein, every detail. It wasn't obscenely huge like the sailor downstairs, but from the dark hairy base to the flushed-purple partially covered head it had to have been eight inches, but thick enough to look proportional

You can't take it anymore. You pull your crotch off of his sucking, kissing mouth with a wet 'smack' and lunge forward, mouth open as wide as it could go. The head of his cock pops past the muscular ring at the back of your mouth and disappears down your throat, your tongue wraps around the shaft as you slurp and suck his prick into your gullet

He gasps and bucks his hips as your lower jaw lays flat against his belly, your pointy little teeth scraping his abs. You smile and look back at him and begin to clench your throat around him. Yinglets frequently eat things that are still alive enough to try and crawl back out, so a high degree of muscle control is necessary. You reach down and grab his balls, eyes widening when you realize their size, at least as big as hen eggs, hanging low and straining tight within their sack; you hope he's got enough in these bad boys to keep up with you. Harun rumbles and groans as your throat squeezes and massages his cock, pulling and sucking on it hard enough to draw the skin of his groin taut.

You squeak in surprise as something warm and wet snakes between your toes, you look back to see Harun kissing and licking the bottoms of your feet, taking your little toe-fingers into his mouth and sucking on them

“You ratbirds have such cute, soft little feet," he says between kisses, his tongue working deep between the pads and into the sensitive crevices between. “Cute little pads, cute little toes, cute little claws…"

You shrug and continue slurping on his cock, he keeps on licking your pads, sucking your toes. Soft, joyous little moans escape his lips between wet suckling noises. You notice that his cock starts to twitch in your throat, throbbing as he slobbers more fervently on your feet, his hot breath now panting against your drool-covered pads

This guy was some kind of freak!

God, it was hot

You feel his teeth scraping lightly on your toe-fingers, clamping down harder on one of your claws as he began to nibble

You withdraw his dick from your throat with a loud pop and turn back to face him, pulling your toe from his mouth and slapping his cheek with one foot-hand, wagging a toe-finger at him with another, like a mother scolding a child. “Ay! No teezh on ze pedicure! Understand?"

He simply stares at you, his throbbing cock tapping against your chin. His tongue snakes between your toes as he rubs his cheek against your other foot

You smirk and turn yourself around, your cheek rubbing against his as your foot-finger traced his cockhead with a sharp, painted claw. “You like my feet?"

“Uh-huh…" he mutters, gasping as you grab his cock with both feet like you were choking it, peeling his foreskin back as one foot reached up and squeezed his thick, flat head with a slick paw

“You like it when I stroke it like zhat?" You coo, tugging his beard as he looses a shuddering groan into your ear. “Do my feet get you going, you dirty, filzhy scav-chaser?"

“Yes," he whispers, reaching up and grabbing both your tits in one hand, squeezing and massaging them together as he leaned over and lapped at your hand. “I love scav feet, I love scav hands, scav tits…"

His other hand drifts down your fuzzy belly and between your legs, tracing over your wet, glistening pussy. Without so much as a warm-up he plunges three fingers deep into you. You cry out and clench around him, feet grasping his cock as hard as you can. He pulls the fingers out with exquisite slowness, your lips cling to his fingers, your juices glisten on his skin in the candlelight. He chuckles and thrusts them back in, fingers curling up and rubbing against your inner wall, his thumb pressing down on your clit in a soft, circular motion. He works his wrist, picking up speed until his hand is a blur over your crotch, lewd sucking noises filled the air. You squeal and pant as his other hand plays with your sensitive breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples

“A-ah! B-bastard!" You stammer, thrusting your hips up at his fast, busy hand. “F-fucking scav-fuck–fuck-fuuuuhAAH!"

A small gush of clear, sticky juice erupts from around his fingers, coating up to his knuckles with your nectar. You pant and blink, fireworks popping behind your eyes as you brush your hair our of your eyes. “Fuck."

“Well said," he chuckles, raising his wet, sticky hand to your mouth. “Clean."

You smell yourself on him and sigh, dazed, lapping up the salty-sweet juices from his fingers and knuckles

“How about a wager?" He says, whispering into your ear. “If I can make you cum three times for every one of mine, you come with me on my ship. You'll be my cabin girl and I'll make sure you get all the dick you could ever want."

You wrap your tongue around his middle finger and clean every last drop from it, smiling mischievously. “You zhink you're up to zhat?"

“Well, me," he said, locking eyes with you, “and forty other horny sailors, all alone for months at a time, all looking to you for pussy. I think you'll get your fill."

Shit, that was tempting. But you had a good thing here, you get dick AND money. “And what if I keep up wiz you, hmm? One-for-one?"

He smiles and considers this. “How about I pay you for your time here, top going rate? That'll be about a gold moth for a night."

That's more like it! “Deal!"

“But If I make you cum even once more than me, you're my ship's cocksleeve for a year!"

“Zhreaten me wiz a good time!" You say, grinning as you shimmy down his belly, leaving a snail-trail on his rolling abs. “But don't say zhat I didn't warn you"

“I'm already one ahead, tide-tiller! How're you–HOH!" he says when you abruptly sheath his entire cock in one smooth thrust. You sigh contentedly, satisfyingly full. Yinglets may talk up human cocks like they're some kind of benchmark, and maybe for the lads they are, but as a yinglady you're used to obnoxiously large objects plowing through your snatch at regular intervals. In fact, this here's a prime opportunity to show the Good Captain the kind of muscle control it takes to painlessly pop out a small melon every month!

“What the hell?" He sputters as you pull up and off of him, your slick opening nonetheless pulling on his member like a too-small glove. “It's sucking me in!"

“Zhat's nozhing!" You say with a giggle. “Be careful not to swallow your tongue!"

You pull off him until only his head is inside before shimmying back down, clenching and squeezing as though you were laying an egg, pushing his cock through tight smooth rings of muscle that popped over his sensitive cock in hot slippery ripples. Harun moans and throws his head back as you finally sheath him in you, is mighty chest heaving as he grabs fistfuls of sheets

“Holy shit!" He pants, staring at you with wide, white eyes. “How are you–?"

“Zhere we go," you say, grinding your clit into the base of his cock, you stare deep into his eyes. “You ready to get *fucked*, Captain?"

“Uh," he replies, stunned

“Good~"

You raise yourself up and slam back down, his entire body tenses as his hips buck upwards, bouncing you up and almost off his cock, but you hold on and smash back down. His cock jumps and twitches inside you as you clench-squeeze-push, clench-squeeze-push, wet groin slapping against his lap. He's panting and groaning like a schoolboy, muscular body shining and slick with sweat, all he can do is writhe and moan as you fuck him with every thrust. He loses all wherewithal and grabs your hips, lifting you off of his cock before pulling you back down, crying out as your muscular insides ripple and tense all up and down his shaft. You smile at his loss of control and tense a bunch of those muscles around his head, practically crushing it with tight, slippery bands. Lost in sensation, he thrusts wildly, his wet heavy balls swinging up and slapping against your tail. A low wheezing grunt escapes his lips as those huge balls tense up and he grabs your hips, cumming deep inside you

You straddle his slick, panting body victoriously, teasingly grinding into his lap, clenching and milking his still-squirting cock, feeling it soften within your hot tight tunnel, his hot spunk lending a delightfully thick, slippery sensation to your insides. You lay down on him, belly-to-belly, and sigh happily, ear to his chest, listening to his heart thunder in his chest

“Zat's one-one," you announce softly, tracing one of his rigid nipples with a claw. “Your turn"

“I haven't cum that hard in…years," he mutters, dazed. “No one's ever *made* me cum that hard"

“Kind of you to say," you murmur, reaching up and tracing his lips with your finger. “Zhough I could zhink of a few ozher zhings you could do wiz zhat mouzh"

He grabs your hand and looks down at you, his other hand pulls you closer to him in an embrace. “Come away with me"

You laugh incredulously. “You've got some work do, still!"

He shakes his head, eyes set and focused. “Forget the wager! Come with me, sail the seas! Be mine!"

You stare up at him, dumbfounded. “You're serious?"

He nods. “Sanki, you're better than this place. You can't think you'll be happy forever getting five coppers a dick inside a statue! You're a poonhound, a born lover, like me! Come with me, see the world!"

“And warm your bed at night?" You add, snidely

“And in the morning, and during the day, every day, whenever you want it," he says, kissing your hand. “I'll try my best to keep up with you, my Bronze Beauty!"

This was starting to sound pretty good. “And zhe crew?"

“For your level of service? Those swine'll have to pay!" He says, kissing your paw pad, shooting you a wry look. “And pay they will"

The talented Mr. Harun, his huge, horny, apparently well-hung crew, AND money?

Sold!

“Hmmm…" you say, pretending to think it over. “I'll consider it under one condition: make me cum zhree times for every time I make you cum"

He smiles widely and runs his long, hot pink tongue across your hand-pad. “I'll do my best, mistress…"

The next day

The Rector storms down the street, his robes flowing behind him, his glare fixed upon the Bronze Beauty

He'd tolerated (and occasionally patronized) this den of sin for too long!

Such houses of indulgence and lust were common in seaside towns such as this one, an unfortunate necessity in order to keep the seafaring degenerates upon which the city depended on happy. Regardless, a night of transgressions between a man and a woman was forgivable, acceptable even, but a trespass against nature for profit was intolerable! Luckily, at least one of the ladies of the house had enough decency to alert him to this intolerable practice! He'd have to give Annie a tip the next time he dropped by to… preach

He burst in through the front doors, nose curling at the stench of vice permeating the otherwise grand-looking establishment

“Hello, Rector Gyre!" Exclaims Clara, one of the, er, more enthusiastic listeners of his weekly sermons at the Beauty. “How are you today?"

“Clara! I should like to speak with Madam Kemp post haste!" Says Rector Gyre, his cheeks ruddy. “Regarding her… statue."

He glowers over at the line of men waiting outside the kiosk holding the affront to nature. Coin and immorality so often went hand in hand!

Clara leads him to the Madam's office and he storms in, stomping past a surprised Madam Kemp. “Rector? What are you–?"

“Putting a stop to this degeneracy!"

He makes his way to the small, hidden door on the far side of the room and swings it open, stooping to get through

Madam Kemp calls after him, her tone urgent. “Rector! Rector, wait!"

The cramped hallway reeks of sweat and immorality, stifling sin, as high squeaky gasps and moans echo from a few feet ahead behind a curtain. This crime ends now!

“Begone from this place, foul, lustful little beas…" His righteous roar dies in his throat at what he saw. A very familiar raven-haired midget looked up at him from the bench, her plump little rear pressed up against the inside of the statue, a ruddy flush colored her cheeks

“R-rector?" She huffs, her eyes wide. “S-sorry, but-mmh!-but you'll h-ah-ave to get in line!"

Rector Gyre turns about and shambles back down the hall, his eyes wide and harrowed. Madam Kemp stood outside the door, her arms crossed and expression apologetic. “Sorry, Rector. I know she was your favorite."

He says nothing and shows himself out

A few dozen miles off shore

“Beautiful day, isn't it Mr. Cornell?" Says Captain Harun

“Ayuh, cap'n," the quartermaster nods in agreement. “Clean wind from the south, we'll make good time on the next harbor."

Harun looks around, expression stern. “Where is Mr. Blaney? His shift begins in five minutes!"

“He wrote up his schedules the other night, cap'n," says Cornell. “The men are well versed, he can take five minutes. 'Sides, some things can't be rushed."

Harun smiled. “No, Mr Cornell. No, they cannot."

“F-faster! Harder!" You pant between squeals of pleasure. “Oh fuuuuuck~"

The huge bosun pulls his cock out, and out, and out. Your eyes shine watching those endless dripping inches glide out of you. You've never bothered grabbing the measuring tape, but you'd be shocked if he was under ten

“Harder, eh?" The giant human chuckles. “Aye, I can 'commodate ya!"

Blaney slams his hips down, only barely reigning himself in as to avoid squashing you like a bug. His heaving, muscular frame braced itself the sack of grain that was serving as your bed, practically crushing you into the burlap. You gaze up at his bulk as he pressed down onto you, highlighting how small and frail to were compared to him

Fuck it was hot

Blaney's hard, calloused fingers dig into the burlap as he gets his footing. Once satisfied with his stance he pulls out almost completely before hammering his hips forward, sheathing himself in one thrust. The air is knocked from your lungs as his cock hits your innermost wall and keeps going, stretching your insides brutally. You gasp like a trout as he pulls out, only just able to loose a high-pitched moan as he slams back into you. He increases his pace to a frantic rate, pressing his chest and belly forward as he madly thrust away with his hips, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting now continuous clapping. His muscular abdomen covered your entire upper body, you face crushed between the grain bag and his taut chest, only able to catch enough breath to loose an undulating, high-pitched whine as orgasms came and went in hot, wet surges

“A-aaah L-lass~" Blaney pants as his own climax drew near. “Where do y'wannit?"

Smothered by his hot, sweaty pecs, all you can do is wrap your legs around his waist

He gets the idea

Blaney grinds into you and looses a shuddering gasp, his massive organ jumps and twitches inside you as slick, liquid warmth spreads throughout your belly. You're completely limp, looking to all the world like he just fucked you to death

Ah, what a way to go…

He lifts himself off of you, a concerned look on his face. “Y'alright, lass?"

You crane your head up to him and whisper in his ear. “Lemme suck yer cock."

He laughs and pulls out of you with a wet pop, your ruined hole clinging to him for dear life. You feel an almost unbearable sense of absence, eager to fill yourself once more. He brings it to your mouth and you swallow it all, root and stem, licking your slick juices off his freshly emptied balls, savoring your flavor on them

He shudders and sighs aloud, relieved. He reaches into his pocket and produces a handful of coins, plunking it into your pot before heading for the door. “Worth every copper, lass."

You inspect the damage; your entire crotch is matted and slick with your juices, proof of his good work. Your pussy looked like you'd just laid an egg! Open and hot pink as his seed just starting to seep out after being fucked so deeply into you. Luckily, you're a scav, so she'll be back in working order in an hour or so

Not that you'd give her an hour! Your day was just getting started! “Next!"

The door swung open, revealing a line-up of sailors coming down off nightshift, all of them eager for a little something before heading off to bed. A crewman practically bolted inside, dick out. You simpered and spread your legs. Time to earn your keep!

You'd always wanted to see the world

End