Indebted - Part 9
Story by fugi88 on SoFurry
Follow Newbie as he navigates an ashen brothel and meets constable green again for some oral. Yes, this part is _finally_ out!
Written by fugi88, commissions open
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Part 9 of indebted, continuing from black-arms's arson and the protagonist opening the door after it
The room was in ruins. The rooms were in ruins. From the open vault-door of the saferoom we saw the monochrome remains, everything kissed by the purifying blaze, everything destoyed. Walls had fallen, the roof had given up. Shingles covered the floor, shattered and broken.
Daylight cast wicked shadows across this barren place. The furniture, the chairs, all reduced to a pile of barely-standing sticks, the roof a mishmash of beams and some sections low on the window.
Ash was the main thing. It was like the hot sand of a beach. Pure, morally neutral.
“This isn't so much of a phoenix as a war-ground”, quipped Muscle Mike.
“Yeah”, said Skinny Joe.
Muscle mike gingerly began pushing his foot out of the door.
“Careful, the floors are made of wood”, said Skinny Joe.
The wind dislodged a shingle. It fell onto the floor, which gave away in a cascade of charred wood.
Muscle mike instead took the opportunity to analyse the structure.“Hmm, steel-backed wooden beams. So damn cheap…”
“One-metre gaps between the steel bars, each a 10-centimetre-squared cuboid, class C reinforcement. Not perfect, but probably safe enough to walk on…”
He threw a relatively heavy piece of charcoal out onto the beam. A cascade, revealing a metal beam, bent, seemingly unsafe.
He stepped out onto it. He jamp in place. Hard. A little noise of charcoal falling from its rest in the next room, but other then that, nothing.
“Stop it!”, said Chad. “We're shit without you!”
Muscle Mike simply stood there, turning to look at us, inside our little bubble. “Just walk, it's perfectly safe.”
Anista, closest to the door, was the first to go. She stepped onto a platform outside the safe bubble. She almost left and uncrouched, but Chad slapped her on the buttock. She wavered on the edge, her hands not quite gripping anything. She leaned forwards and almost fell, if it wasnt for her grabbing another bar.
Skinny Joe cast a dark glare at Chad, before jumping at him and wrestling him to the ground. “Not fucking funny!”, he screamed at him, sending a punch careening into his jaw.
“That fucking hurt!”, said a glowering Chad. “Don't ever try to kill me again!”
“Don't fucking play these silly jokes. Not now, not EVER!”, screamed Skinny Joe back.
“Stop the stupid fighting!”, screamed the second lesbian.
They paused a little second and decided it was for the best they pulled apart. They scowled at each other on the seats. They gave us a word of advice; if you get out, hop out and jump onto the base floor instead. Don't touch anything because if it hasn't yet, it's going to fall.
“Let's re-meet back in the cafeteria”, said Skinny Joe. “After about an hour, so we can discuss whether this is actually possible or the brothel's a lost cause.”
“What can we do if it was a lot cause?”, asked Onita.
“We'd probably order a bulletproof tinted-window taxi. Expensive, but north city will be waiting for us", replied skinny Joe. “Even if it'd probably be better in the long run to hold our ground here.”
Anista and Muscle Mike ventured to explore the new building. I was stimming more then usual, in the way i usually did when i was cooped up at a desk all day. I hopped out and used the time to stretch my cramped legs. And i looked around me. There was a certain beauty here. I was almost like an astronaut landing on a new planet for the first time. Strange ground? Check. Possibly toxic climate? Yeah. Lack of humans outside the ship? Definitely. Aliens? Well, yeah, if we count the werewolves.
I sat on the beam i was in and jamp through the hole in the floor out onto the bottom floor. The colloquial rooms. The wing-specific bathrooms, complete with showers and washing machines. Not that there'd be much use in these charred metal husks.
I left the lesbian wing's bathroom to enter the hall. “hall”. It was nothing more then a barely-sensical collection of blackened and whitened walls, the floor being a mess of burnt-out holes and barely-surviving planks.
I tried to understand this crazy place. I still didn't quite have the perfect mental map of the area. I only really had the areas i usually went to, the gay wing's main facilities, but the other sexualities were a bit confusing. I hadn't spent enough time here.
So, i went through the doors and found my way past the doubled Mars sign, into the gay wing.
Devastation.
All the sofas had turned into a husk of themselves, the tables between them a series of cut-down rectangles, blackened on each end, destroyed.
The floor was a total loss. It was worse, even, then the ones in the hall. I could see the foundation of the building; a bunch of untreated soil interrupted by the occasional stone post and beam.
Yet it was still serviceable. I was sure i could have it revived a little and turned into a proper brothel.
A wave of panic washed over me. If i went outside, i'd most surely be shot. What was i doing here out in the open? Were we even safe?
Probably. I pushed forwards.
I saw yellow-hair's corpse. It looked horrible, his hair covered in ash. He'd fallen whilst trying to run away, i'm sure.
The gay wing was a loss but not entirely horrific, i concluded, after a few hour's exploring
I passed the broken doors into what remained of the cafeteria.
“You're late”, said Skinny Joe with a stern tone. “We almost set people searching for you!”
I looked around me at the space. It had become caved-in, smaller, more intimate. It was clear we were the only guys here. Looters would come after a short while, maybe. Wait, does the werewolf society even have looters?
“I checked the lesbian wing. Absolute devastation and all the plastic shit's gone”, said the first lesbian. “At last.”
“We won't be able to do anything there for a while”, said the second lesbian. “I just don't think it's worth it.”
“Same for the straight wing”, said Chad. “Everything's gone and you can't see the roof.”
“As for us, most of the money's been burnt away, but there is some left”, said Muscle Mike.
“We'll have enough to restart and start rebuilding the business”, said Anista
“The gay wing looks almost all-right”, i said. “It just needs a little touch-up, i think.”
“Perfect!” said Anista. “We should start there.”
“We should build a merged brothel”, i said. "Like, we can have all the sexualities intermingle."
We had a little nod of agreement.
“Wait, why are we building a brothel in the first place?!”, asked Muscle Mike. “We could do anything and you go for the illegal business?!”
“He's right! If we build a brothel, we're opening ourselves up for legal investigations from both sides!”, said Chad.
“Our customers are used to a brothel being on, no, being this block", explained the second lesbian. “It'd be much easier to keep our clients, especially if they haven't heard of the fire.”
"I'll allow it, i guess", said muscle Mike. "But I'll start a new business in a different wing, if i haven't left altogether."
"I'll offer something; make the money to pay the smugglers and get out of here if you want. I don't care what you do with it" said Skinny Joe.
"Why can't we use the funds?" asked Muscle Mike.
"We'll need it to rebuild, or we'll never raise the money to send you back.”
He plastered a gentle smile onto his face, almost forced.
“Fine.", said Muscle Mike. “But i will leave when i get the money.”
“That's perfectly fine, all agree?”, asked the second lesbian.
We all had the general vibe of agreement communicated between ourselves.
“Ok, as to the new brothel…”, started the first lesbian. “We should make the gay wing some temporary brothel to get rebuilding funds.”
And we went to the gay wing and began rebuilding.
It was night again. We'd built a mostly safe place to have our clients. The doors to the straight and lesbian wings were both affixed with signs saying “Still in business (albeit human-only), visit the gay wing!”.
So i sat here, on a sofa near the centre of the room, surrounded by little piles of ash, with the 8 other humans. We'd all agreed to spend a few nights working here then use the funds not earnt by Muscle Mike nor chad to continue rebuilding, employ new workers, and set the south brothel up for success. The north brothel would have to wait until we developed the south into a much more successful brothel.
There was much less traffic and humdrum then there used to be. A lot of the clients must have been scared off by the news of the fire.
A werewolf walked in, at last, gingerly..
“Wow, that's impressive”, said the slick-back client. “The management has gone to jail and this brothel's been called a lost cause yet you're still here!”
It was Constable Green.
“I missed you!”, exclaimed Slim Joe. “How's the invasion been?”
“They kicked out the north, as expected.”
"So we're going to be inspected?”, asked Muscle Mike
“Well, you were, but there was arson whilst there was an inspection, so they've called it off. It was all over the papers!”
“What should we do now?", asked Skinny Joe.
“Rebuild and make enough money to lobby for the pro-humans.”
“Solid", replied Skinny Joe.
“Why come you here?”, i asked Constable Green.
“Dunno really, i guess i wanted to see what buisness you had here. Are there any werewolves here?”
“Nah, they all left”, said Muscle Mike.
“That's kind of messed up”, said Constable green. “Leaving you here to wither, defenseless.”
“We'll find a way”, said Skinny Joe.
“No… , i'll find you some werewolf guys.”
“Hmm…”, said the second lesbian. “We'd do well to get some prostitutes.”
“No managers?”
“We're perfectly fine doing that ourselves”, said the first lesbian. “We just need to appeal to the mass market.”
“And to do that, of course, we'll need werewolvian prostitutes", said the second lesbian. “And those that actually agree to work for us.”
“Well, that can be arranged”, said Constable Green. “I thought having a builder would be useful, not in this way.”
Directed at muscle mike.
A cold draft hit me. I looked at the door. A werewolf with boobs had walked in. She shot a lecherous gaze at one of the lesbians. A series of nods, some numbers with the fingers, and they both walked towards the sex rooms, meeting just before the door.
“Oh, i didn't expect they'd use signs”, said Anista.
“It's much more efficent and easier”, said the second lesbian.
“That does reinforce the stereotype”, wryly commented Chad.
Another werewolf walked in, male. It shot a gaze at Onita and they ended up bargaining a rate for some sex. Somehow Onita managed to get twice the initial price.
“Golly, i need to learn how to do that”, said Skinny Joe.
“Yeah!”, i said.
“Ah, i'm reminded why i came here”, said Constable Green.
I looked into his lecherous eyes. He'd gotten more beautiful since last time.
And we walked into the sex rooms together.
“I forgot to request the payment”, i said.
He closed the door behind him, locking us into one of the less charred rooms. “Eh, that's for later. You're stressed, aren't you?”
“Yeah." I sat down onto the bed. “Well, you can have whatever you want”
I looked into his face. He was lecherous, pent-up.
He walked to me and took off his clothes. “I've been waiting to do it with a human for a while now.”
I bit my lower lip looking at him, standing there. His erection wasn't quite as tall as it could get.
“That looks delicious”, i teased.
He simply looked out at me and gave a little smirk.
His hand made contact with me, grabbing my shirt with a strong hand driving tingles into my nipple, pulling it up teasingly. “I want you to suck this clean”, he said.
He let go of me, and with a push, sent me falling onto the bed. “Well, only after i show you how it's done.”
I heard plastic open. He had a condom. And he took my foreskin, pulling it down. Slowly, gingerly. And he placed the rubber little membrane on the very tip, squirting just a little bit of lube into the space as he closed the gap. His hands made their way down as they unrolled the rubber to surround my dick.
He left his hand there, at the bottom, teasingly grazing my testicles, just about getting his claws involved. He squeezed, sending tingles down me. I closed my eyes to let the feeling wash over me.
Tingles. Open-eye, a head moving towards my member. And, as the lips first touched the rubbery head, i moaned. The warmth pushing the still-cold rubber harder onto my shaft was such a juxtaposition i felt myself melt.
And he started on the pleasure-loop; up, down, up, down, up down. And i moaned the whole way there, feeling the tongue wash over the member, pushing it against the roof.
His hands weren't quiet, either, rubbing against my waist and back to help stabalise his head-movements.
And he stopped. He pulled away.
He wore a condom pre-squirted with lube and spread lube over his dick. And he looked at me with eyes, slightly narrow, a dominant frown. “And now it's your turn.”
So i looked at him and licked my lips.
My mouth formed the shape around his shaft. It felt almost right to be giving this guy what he wanted.
And i sucked, went up and down the shaft, pulling at the material with what little suction i could generate.
His hands clasped my head and the fingers dove into my hair, controlling it. and he pulled and pushed.
And i gave in, allowing myself to become his suction machine. And i'd always wanted to be submissive to a werewolf, and i was happy to do it again. And now i'm not surrounded by those who'd rather be anywhere else.
“Ugh, the ethics here, i feel so much less guilt”, said the man who'd given me part of his body.
I tried to nod. It made him moan louder. “Yeah, that's right!”
And i continued, using my tongue to please the member.
The head went deeper, closer to the back. I had no gag reflex anymore. So, i let him invade on in, blocking the nasal cavity in a rhythmic dance.
And he got harder, started being more violent. And he stopped for a second. I felt the member quiver, become harder and then just hard. The rubber material filled with the liquid of his balls.
And i pulled back. Relieved.
But he smiled at me, a gross smile. “So, that's me done… but you're still on edge.”
And i did a little of a kegel exercise. "Most certainly", i said.
And without any warning, his went from standing to sucking my cock. Vigorous.
Woah, it was amazing! He sucked and teased and moved around, pulling me towards the orgasm at great speed as i moaned and panted in equal part… and he slowed down, using his hands instead, drawing broad strokes across my skin, sending tingles everywhere.
His mouth froze on my cock as he moved to my testicles and began playing with them.
And i moaned as his tongue did a single swish to kick the face back into action.
And i felt myself sit on the verge of orgasm, moving and being pulled, slowly finding myself deeper and deeper within the zone.
And suddenly, i felt a contraction as my dick bounced and sent out its liquid, into the condom.
And i laughed, suprisingly. “Thanks”, i said. Post-orgasm voice, unreliable.
He nodded as he pulled away. He took the condom and tied it and threw it away.
“That was great. I'll pay the guys out there", he said.
And i trusted him. Patrons are my favourite customer.
And he left the sex-room.
I guess tomorrow i'd have a bunch of work to do.
Well, i guess back to having to work for my money.
Stay tuned for part 10, in which we finally draw to a final end to both the moral and existential plight the humans have faced thus far
Some notes:
One day, i might get in contact with an agent and have indebted in paperback form in the real world such that i can hold my words. I mean, i'll have to edit the entire manuscript and have it made as perfect as i can make it (given i've often given myself too little time to write and edit) so i feel that it's my best work, but it'd be funny to see my first novel be furry porn instead of something more mainstream lol
I found out that the entirety of the NSFW volumes so far is only 54K words, strictly in novella territory.
I feel like this sex scene is among my better. Look up “IKEA Sex” on TVTropes for how i feel about part 1's.
What's funny is that my reaction to skimming them was the same as i do for my drawings, something like “ROFL I AM ABSOLUTE SHIT” with genuine fits of laughter.
I've published a few drawings. You can see what i mean. I have a growth mindset so i don't really care if i'm bad at something. In some ways, i'm glad, because most of the time i go back to things i already have some knowledge in (example: the entire language of Northern Spanish just being more of me learning linguistics). It's fun to be a noob again.
Eh i guess another part of reason i wrote the sex scene is the fact that my friend got me a "gag gift” about my stories in the form of a chili pepper with the words “hot stuff” written on it. The euphemism, i trust, should be clear to all who read my stories. So yeah, it's been impostor syndrome. Some cute intimacy between Alexander and Artemis wouldn't cut it. I'm writing chapter 12 and debating whether to add anal. That's a chapter 13 thing, i think.
Eh, whatever, IDRC, i normally stick to the a-level part of the school. Apparently i've reached the point i've become so weird that nobody really cares what new thing i'm doing. Fuck, when i said that my “weird human” stories were about werewolves having it on humans, my friend was shocked… for about an hour and then it become “ugh, here he goes on yet another bunch of waffle.”
(one day, i feel like i'll make a prose version of extend the call by DBBD. On a related note, i've decided that i'll set a small subset of my mixta as “sex-scene writing music”. Muschi muschi!)