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She would often have fits that would overcome her, causing her body to shake and her mind didn’t develop past that of a child. \n\nNo female in the tribe would have Luciano and no male wanted to be with him either. So when Siena wandered off, Luciano took his chance. He forced himself on her, biting down on her carapace as he took his pleasure.\n\nBy the time someone realized that she was missing, the deed had already been done. \n\nLuciano was marked with a tattoo on his left shoulder so that other tribes would know that he was violent then he was exiled, left to wander the land alone. \n\nSiena was unwell after that day and she would become frightened whenever males came around her. She didn’t want anyone near her and would just sit in the corner of her hut. Her health deteriorated due to stress and her refusal to eat, making her fits come more frequently. \n\nShe laid three eggs and they were marked before they were added to the rest. A month later, she died. \n\nNo one expected any of the eggs to hatch but they were tended to, just in case. Then, after several months, one of the marked eggs started to move. It took the baby inside nearly two days to break through its shell and was the last to hatch. The other two eggs from Siena never did. \n\nRight away, the tiny baby was marked with a small tattoo on the underside of his upper left arm. Though he showed no outward signs, the chances of him carrying either his mother’s or his father’s defects made him unsuitable for breeding. \n\nHe was weak in the beginning but grew stronger overtime. And by the time he was two he had earned the name Michelangelo for his kindness and intuitive nature even so, everyone was wary of him. \n\n“It is sad,” One of the caretakers said while she bathed Michelangelo. “He is so sweet, loving and beautiful but because of who sired him he is rejected. Even now members of the tribe treat him poorly.”\n\n“The sins of the parents fall on the child,” the other caretaker shrugged. “He carries their essence with him and could sire children like them. We do not need more of the banished one or of poor Siena.”\n\n“I know. It is still sad though.”\n\nMichelangelo grew up watching the tribe praise Donatello, who was a few years older. And in time he learned what the small tattoo under his arm meant and why he was treated so differently. \n\nMichelangelo would watch the females of the tribe flirt with the clueless Donatello. It usually fell to the males to compete for the females but not when it came to Donatello. He would have his pick of mate, if he ever pulled his nose out of his ass long enough to choose one. \n\nWhile Donatello worked to make the tribe more prosperous by building a business in the town, Michelangelo did whatever he wanted. He wouldn’t go so far as to say that he was the tribe pariah but he knew that no one was overly fond of him. It was almost like they expected him to turn out like his father. \n\nHe would frequent the town in his free time, learning the language better than most in his tribe. There were several times he considered asking a traveler if he could go with them but he knew better than to do that. Life outside the town was unkind to natives. He had to find work within the town. \n\nSomething that happened quite often with him was that the people in town would often mistake him for a girl. They didn’t know how to tell the difference and they all said that he was pretty. So he went with it. He told the people that his name was Angelica and pitched his voice so that it sounded more feminine. He even went so far as to wear the traditional clothing of the females in his tribe. No one seemed to mind or figured that there was, in fact, something wrong with him. \n\nOne night he snuck out of the village to visit the town to see what it was like after dark. On cooler nights, music could be heard traveling from the town so Mikey knew that people were awake. When he got to the edge of the town he followed the sound of laughter. \n\nHe found himself in the business section and in front of a saloon, the only one still open. Curiosity got the better of him and he walked inside to see what was going on. He looked around to see men drinking, gambling, and having a good time while music played. It was wonderful and he wondered if they would let him work there. \n\nHe walked over and stood next to a table to watch a game of cards. Staying quiet, he studied the rules of the game they were playing. The game was a mix of chance and skill where the men bet on whether or not they had the better set of cards. \n\nA hand on his hip had Mikey gasping in surprise and a gruff voice said, “You lost, girl?”\n\nMikey shook his head. “No sir, just wanted to see the game.”\n\n“The only girls in the bar at night are working,” the man said as his hand drifted to Mikey’s ass. “Are you working? I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to be with a native.”\n\n“Working?” Mikey asked afraid to move. “Are they hiring?” \n\n“Hands off,” a woman said and smacked the man’s hand away. “She’s not one of my girls.” Mikey was pulled away and out the door before he even got the chance to see the woman. Once they were outside, she spun around and glared at him. “What are you doing here?” She was beautiful, human with silky skin and dark red, curly hair. Her dress was so tight that her breasts were about ready to pop out of the top and Mikey wondered how she could breathe in it. \n\n“I… uh…”\n\n“Do you even know what I’m saying?”\n\nMikey nodded, “Yes mam. I came here because I hear the music sometimes at night and wanted to see what was going on.”\n\n“What goes on at night is not for sweet little things like yourself. Now get going back to your tribe before someone hurts you.”\n\nShe walked around him and headed back inside but before she could enter he called out, “What did he mean by working?”\n\nThe woman turned to look at Mikey, “Some girls, who feel like they ain’t got nothing to give to this world, make money by selling the only thing they have.”\n\n“What’s that?”\n\nShe flashed him a sad smile in an attempt to hide the pain, “Themselves.”\n\nMikey lifted his arm, “This mark means that I’ve got nothing. No matter what I do, I will never be good enough to be taken as a mate. I’m looking for work. The only thing I’ve got is that I can sing.” \n\n“Can you?”\n\nMikey nodded.\n\nThe woman crossed her arms then indicated for Mikey to start. He took a deep breath then started to sing a song that the caretakers used to sing when he was a child. The woman’s face softened as she listened and her sad smile faded into a genuine one. “That was lovely.”\n\n“Can I work then,” Mikey asked. “I want to be away from the tribe. I hate it there.”\n\nThe sad smile returned and the woman shifted her feet. “You’d be asked to sell more than just your voice.”\n\n“What else?”\n\n“Yourself.”\n\nMikey shook his head, “I don’t understand. Isn’t my voice part of myself?”\n\n“Sex, sweetie,” The woman answered. “The girls in there sell their bodies to men for sex. That’s the kind of work I’m offering. Since you can sing, it means that you can also perform but you won’t be allowed to just do that.”\n\n“Oh,” Mikey breathed, unable to keep eye contact. \n\n“Go home,” she said, waving him away before turning again. \n\n“I’ll do it,” Mikey blurted. “If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.”\n\nThe woman turned again to look at Mikey, “It’s that bad for you back home, is it? If this is really what you want.” She sighed. “You can stay the night. The boss will be by in the morning and we’ll see if you can be hired then. He’s not all that fond of natives so I can’t promise you anything.”\n\n“Okay,” Mikey nodded. \n\nShe led him back inside and took him upstairs. As they passed rooms Mikey could hear people’s moans coming through the doors accompanied by a strange odor. The woman looked over her shoulder at him, “What’s your name?”\n\n“Angelica,” Mikey answered. \n\n“My name is April and I run the brothel for Oroku Saki.”\n\nMikey had heard that name before. Donatello had mentioned it to the elders and he heard the other villagers talking about him. “Isn’t he into mining?” Mikey asked. \n\n“Yes,” April answered as she opened the door to one of the rooms. “He is also a business owner. He is more like a landlord but he still has the final say on who gets to work here.” She walked over and lit a lamp that was connected to the wall. The sounds of the people in the other rooms filtered through the walls but fortunately not the smell. “This will be your room. The washroom is the last door down the hall. You will be given the ins and outs of how things work after Mr. Oroku clears you to work here. Until then, stay up here.”\n\n“Yes mam,” Mikey nodded. \n\n“If you will excuse me,” she stepped out the door. “I have more work to do.” With that she shut the door, leaving Mikey alone.\n\nHe decided to have a look around. There was no window, an empty chest in the corner, the one light on the wall, a bed, and a wash basin on a vanity. The room was small enough that Mikey could pace end to end and side to side ten steps combined. \n\nThe bed was different than the ones used in the tribe. The covers were soft and the mattress was plush. He lied down and had to cover his nose to the smell. The covers looked clean so the scent must have been embedded in the mattress. \n\nThe music and laughter from downstairs echoed up and mixed with the moans coming from the other rooms. He tried to sleep but it was too noisy and smelly. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered just what he had gotten himself into. \n\nAt some point everything calmed down and Michelangelo was able to fall asleep. The door opening woke him up and he sat up in bed to see a white fox woman walk into his room, carrying a lamp. She wore a tight blue dress but lacked breasts. “Mrs. O’Neil sent me to fetch you. Mr. Oroku will be here shortly and she want’s you looking your best.”\n\nMikey nodded and got out of bed. He followed the fox out of the room and down the hall to the washroom where she stripped him, gave him a quick bath, and scented him with perfume. “What’s your name?” he asked her. \n\n“Alopex,” she answered. “I’ve been here for the better part of a year. I came to this country for a better life.” She scoffed. “I thought I was leaving Hell by getting in bed with the devil.”\n\n“Is it that bad?”\n\n“Not as bad as it could be,” she answered then turned to lead him from the room. “And better than the life I had before.”\n\nThey headed down the stairs, through the saloon and into a back room where April and two other women were waiting. One was a human in a yellow dress as tight as April’s but her breasts weren’t as supple so they were more squished than spilling. The other woman was a brown fox. Unlike Alopex she has large breasts and nearly popped from her green dress. \n\nAlopex pulled Mikey into the room and the women got to work fitting him in a dress. They found him some undergarments and black stockings first. The dress they selected was orange with white frills and was loose until it was held in place with a brown corset. They topped the whole thing off with a frilly headband to make up for his lack of hair. \n\n“You are going to sing for Mr. Oroku first,” April instructed as she tied the corset. “You’re cute and exotic with a lovely voice. He will be a fool not to let you work here.” She looked him in the eyes. “Just sing what you sang for me last night. I’ll teach you a new song today so you will have something to perform tonight.”\n\nMikey nodded. \n\n“Alopex, Ninjara, and Angel will teach you what you will need to know about everything else,” April indicated the others in turn and they each nodded at the mention of their name. Mikey made a mental note of each of them. “Girls, this is Angelica.”\n\n“That’s not gonna be confusing,” Angel crossed her arms over her chest. \n\n“It’s fine,” April chided. “It’s not like the men care about your names.” Angel scoffed and the other two chuckled. April looked at Mikey. “He should be here any minute.”\n\n“I’m ready,” Mikey said, hoping that his fears didn’t spill into his voice. \n\nApril handed Mikey off to Ninjara and the brown fox took him to the small area behind the stage. She sat with him, and they waited for April to get them. Mikey could hear the door open and the footfalls of several boots on the hard wood floor. After a brief conversation between April and the men, she came and got Mikey. “It’s time.”\n\nMikey stepped out from behind the curtain and saw three men sitting at a front table. They all curled their lips when they saw him and it almost sent him running. April was off to the side of the stage and gestured for Mikey to sing. \n\nSwallowing hard, Mikey settled his nerves and started to sing. The faces of the three men relaxed as they listened to Mikey. “I’ve heard enough,” the man Mikey assumed was Mr. Oroku stood, cutting Mikey off. “You have a lovely voice and I’m sure there is a market for one such as yourself. How old are you?”\n\n“Fifteen,” Mikey lied, aging himself a little in hopes of getting the job. \n\n“You’re small for fifteen.”\n\n“I’ve always been small.”\n\n“Have you ever had sex before?” Mr. Oroku asked. \n\nMikey shook his head and held up his arm to show the tattoo. “Because of who my parent were, I am not suitable for breeding. No one in my tribe wants me.”\n\nMr. Oroku turned to his men. “Who wants to break her in? I have no desire to be with a native.”\n\nThe larger of the two men stood, “I will.”\n\n“Very well.” Mr. Oroku turned back to Mikey. “Hun here will give you your final test. If he is satisfied with his time with you, then you are hired.”\n\nMikey nodded as Hun walked up to the stage. Before Mikey had time to react, Hun reached up and pulled him off the stage. “Take me to your room.”\n\n“O…Okay,” Mikey replied, awe struck by the massive size of the human. He led the way up the stairs and to his room. Butterflies filled Mikey stomach. He knew what sex was and the mechanics of it, he did work with the animals, but he honestly didn’t know what to expect. \n\nMikey opened the door and led Hun in. Hun huffed when they entered. “You haven’t had time to decorate, I see.”\n\n“I only got here last night.”\n\n“Always let the man enter first. He is your guest and you should show him that respect.” Hun shut the door and then started to undress. Mikey nodded and watched while he waited for Hun to instruct him on what to do next. He had never seen the naked body of any other species before. The external sexual organs looked strange and reminded him of the goats he had tended to during mating season. Only the goats’ penises were usually internal and came out for mating. It didn’t look like the man’s penis had anywhere to go. \n\n“Strip,” Hun ordered and Mikey started to untie the corset, without question. His fingers fumbled with the lace but he managed to get it undone. Once it was loose, the dress simply fell to the ground to pool at his feet. Sitting down on the bed, Mikey started to unbuckle the garter. \n\n“Keep the stockings on,” Hun said as he sat on the bed. \n\n“Okay.” Mikey re-buckled the one he had undone. \n\nHun placed his finger under Mikey’s chin and lifted his head then ran his thumb over Mikey’s lips. “Get on the floor.” Mikey got down from the bed and Hun guided between his legs. Grabbing his penis in one hand and placing the other on the back of Mikey’s head, Hun pulled Mikey’s head down. “Suck on it.”\n\nMikey opened his mouth and Hun pushed him down onto his cock. It wasn’t a pleasant taste but Mikey knew not to react to it. “You cannot show any discomfort,” Hun said. “You have to make the client believe that you want to do it.”\n\nHun guided Mikey’s movements, instructing him in what to do. As Mikey sucked, Hun’s penis grew nearly double its size and would occasionally throb. He explored the now fascinating appendage, pulling back the extra skin on the tip to reveal the hidden pink tip. He licked and gently sucked the tender flesh, drawing gasps and moans from the large human. \n\n“Enough,” Hun husked, pulling Mikey away. “There’s still more to do. Get on the bed and lie down.”\n\nMikey did as he was told and positioned himself plastron down with his tail in the air. \n\n“What are you doing?” Hun pushed Mikey over. “Get on your back. We’re not animals.”\n\nMikey shifted on the bed so that he was on his back and Hun moved to sit on his knees between Mikey’s legs. He tilted his head then looked up at Mikey. “What is this? Where am I supposed to put it?”\n\n“In… m…my tail,” Mikey answered, pointing to his cloaca. “Our sex organs are internalized.”\n\nHun pushed his finger into Mikey’s cloaca and Mikey made sure to pull his penis as far up as it could go. He had a feeling that if they discovered that he was actually a boy, they would kill him. “Alright,” Hun mumbled then moved over Mikey. “Just relax.”\n\nIt was strange to feel something enter into his tail and he had to admit that it felt nice. Hun grunted with each thrust and his meaty hand moved up and down Mikey’s thigh\n\nTaking a chance, Mikey let his penis down enough for Hun’s to rub against it. Mikey hummed and basked in the new sensation. If he had known that sex was so nice he would have done it sooner. It was so much better than using his hand. 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All of a sudden, it was no longer enjoyable. When Hun was finished he grabbed Mikey’s chin and forced him to look up. “Don’t you ever leave a patron thinking that you didn’t like any part of bringing him pleasure. You enjoy sucking his cock and drinking his cum and you moan for him like it’s the best sex you’ve ever had.”\n\n“I understand,” Mikey said, trembling a little. \n\n“You’ve got the job, little one,” Hun smiled. “And I might come back for more.”\n\n“I look forward to it,” Mikey said with a sweet smile. \n\n“That’s how it’s done,” Hun patted Mikey on the head then stood up to clean himself off. “Make sure you get this room looking nice. And get something in here to make it smell nice, it stinks.”\n\n“Now that I have the job I’m sure the others will help me do just that.”\n\nMikey sat on the bed while Hun dressed and waited for him to leave. As soon as he was gone, Mikey waited, lip trembling, until he could no longer hear his footsteps then he let out a soft whimper. Despite how good it had felt, he still felt dirty and the taste of Hun lingered in his mouth. \n\nThe door to his room opened and Ninjara walked in. “This is how I thought I would find you.” She closed the door and then sat on the bed next to Mikey, pulling him into a sideways hug. “It’s okay, honey.” She sat in silence and let him cry for a little while then said, “What do you say we make this room yours. There are several things in storage that you can decorate it with and you can take your pick of any of them.”\n\nMikey sat up and rubbed his eyes. “That sounds nice.”\n\n“It’s really not that bad.” She smiled then stood up and pulled Mikey to his feet. “Not all men are like Hun.”\n\nAs he followed her from the room he had to keep telling himself that he had made the right decision. \n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Is evil born or created? When someone is born in a peaceful environment and becomes violent did something go wrong in their life or were they born that way? The majority of the people in the turtle tribe were peaceful. Yet there were a few who still grew up to do bad things.

Luciano was born and raised like any other child within the tribe but for some reason he was violent. He pushed other children down, took things that didn’t belong to him and harmed innocent creatures. The tribe’s caretakers did their best to handle him but it was all for naught.

He would often watch Siena. When Siena was hatched it was obvious early on that there was something wrong. She would often have fits that would overcome her, causing her body to shake and her mind didn’t develop past that of a child.

No female in the tribe would have Luciano and no male wanted to be with him either. So when Siena wandered off, Luciano took his chance. He forced himself on her, biting down on her carapace as he took his pleasure.

By the time someone realized that she was missing, the deed had already been done.

Luciano was marked with a tattoo on his left shoulder so that other tribes would know that he was violent then he was exiled, left to wander the land alone.

Siena was unwell after that day and she would become frightened whenever males came around her. She didn’t want anyone near her and would just sit in the corner of her hut. Her health deteriorated due to stress and her refusal to eat, making her fits come more frequently.

She laid three eggs and they were marked before they were added to the rest. A month later, she died.

No one expected any of the eggs to hatch but they were tended to, just in case. Then, after several months, one of the marked eggs started to move. It took the baby inside nearly two days to break through its shell and was the last to hatch. The other two eggs from Siena never did.

Right away, the tiny baby was marked with a small tattoo on the underside of his upper left arm. Though he showed no outward signs, the chances of him carrying either his mother’s or his father’s defects made him unsuitable for breeding.

He was weak in the beginning but grew stronger overtime. And by the time he was two he had earned the name Michelangelo for his kindness and intuitive nature even so, everyone was wary of him.

“It is sad,” One of the caretakers said while she bathed Michelangelo. “He is so sweet, loving and beautiful but because of who sired him he is rejected. Even now members of the tribe treat him poorly.”

“The sins of the parents fall on the child,” the other caretaker shrugged. “He carries their essence with him and could sire children like them. We do not need more of the banished one or of poor Siena.”

“I know. It is still sad though.”

Michelangelo grew up watching the tribe praise Donatello, who was a few years older. And in time he learned what the small tattoo under his arm meant and why he was treated so differently.

Michelangelo would watch the females of the tribe flirt with the clueless Donatello. It usually fell to the males to compete for the females but not when it came to Donatello. He would have his pick of mate, if he ever pulled his nose out of his ass long enough to choose one.

While Donatello worked to make the tribe more prosperous by building a business in the town, Michelangelo did whatever he wanted. He wouldn’t go so far as to say that he was the tribe pariah but he knew that no one was overly fond of him. It was almost like they expected him to turn out like his father.

He would frequent the town in his free time, learning the language better than most in his tribe. There were several times he considered asking a traveler if he could go with them but he knew better than to do that. Life outside the town was unkind to natives. He had to find work within the town.

Something that happened quite often with him was that the people in town would often mistake him for a girl. They didn’t know how to tell the difference and they all said that he was pretty. So he went with it. He told the people that his name was Angelica and pitched his voice so that it sounded more feminine. He even went so far as to wear the traditional clothing of the females in his tribe. No one seemed to mind or figured that there was, in fact, something wrong with him.

One night he snuck out of the village to visit the town to see what it was like after dark. On cooler nights, music could be heard traveling from the town so Mikey knew that people were awake. When he got to the edge of the town he followed the sound of laughter.

He found himself in the business section and in front of a saloon, the only one still open. Curiosity got the better of him and he walked inside to see what was going on. He looked around to see men drinking, gambling, and having a good time while music played. It was wonderful and he wondered if they would let him work there.  

He walked over and stood next to a table to watch a game of cards. Staying quiet, he studied the rules of the game they were playing. The game was a mix of chance and skill where the men bet on whether or not they had the better set of cards.

A hand on his hip had Mikey gasping in surprise and a gruff voice said, “You lost, girl?”

Mikey shook his head. “No sir, just wanted to see the game.”

“The only girls in the bar at night are working,” the man said as his hand drifted to Mikey’s ass. “Are you working? I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to be with a native.”

“Working?” Mikey asked afraid to move. “Are they hiring?”  

“Hands off,” a woman said and smacked the man’s hand away. “She’s not one of my girls.” Mikey was pulled away and out the door before he even got the chance to see the woman. Once they were outside, she spun around and glared at him. “What are you doing here?” She was beautiful, human with silky skin and dark red, curly hair. Her dress was so tight that her breasts were about ready to pop out of the top and Mikey wondered how she could breathe in it.

“I… uh…”

“Do you even know what I’m saying?”

Mikey nodded, “Yes mam. I came here because I hear the music sometimes at night and wanted to see what was going on.”

“What goes on at night is not for sweet little things like yourself. Now get going back to your tribe before someone hurts you.”

She walked around him and headed back inside but before she could enter he called out, “What did he mean by working?”

The woman turned to look at Mikey, “Some girls, who feel like they ain’t got nothing to give to this world, make money by selling the only thing they have.”

“What’s that?”

She flashed him a sad smile in an attempt to hide the pain, “Themselves.”

Mikey lifted his arm, “This mark means that I’ve got nothing. No matter what I do, I will never be good enough to be taken as a mate. I’m looking for work. The only thing I’ve got is that I can sing.”

“Can you?”

Mikey nodded.

The woman crossed her arms then indicated for Mikey to start. He took a deep breath then started to sing a song that the caretakers used to sing when he was a child. The woman’s face softened as she listened and her sad smile faded into a genuine one. “That was lovely.”

“Can I work then,” Mikey asked. “I want to be away from the tribe. I hate it there.”

The sad smile returned and the woman shifted her feet. “You’d be asked to sell more than just your voice.”

“What else?”

“Yourself.”

Mikey shook his head, “I don’t understand. Isn’t my voice part of myself?”

“Sex, sweetie,” The woman answered. “The girls in there sell their bodies to men for sex. That’s the kind of work I’m offering. Since you can sing, it means that you can also perform but you won’t be allowed to just do that.”

“Oh,” Mikey breathed, unable to keep eye contact.

“Go home,” she said, waving him away before turning again.

“I’ll do it,” Mikey blurted. “If that’s what it takes, then I’ll do it.”

The woman turned again to look at Mikey, “It’s that bad for you back home, is it? If this is really what you want.” She sighed. “You can stay the night. The boss will be by in the morning and we’ll see if you can be hired then. He’s not all that fond of natives so I can’t promise you anything.”

“Okay,” Mikey nodded.

She led him back inside and took him upstairs. As they passed rooms Mikey could hear people’s moans coming through the doors accompanied by a strange odor. The woman looked over her shoulder at him, “What’s your name?”

“Angelica,” Mikey answered.

“My name is April and I run the brothel for Oroku Saki.”

Mikey had heard that name before. Donatello had mentioned it to the elders and he heard the other villagers talking about him. “Isn’t he into mining?” Mikey asked.

“Yes,” April answered as she opened the door to one of the rooms. “He is also a business owner. He is more like a landlord but he still has the final say on who gets to work here.” She walked over and lit a lamp that was connected to the wall. The sounds of the people in the other rooms filtered through the walls but fortunately not the smell. “This will be your room. The washroom is the last door down the hall. You will be given the ins and outs of how things work after Mr. Oroku clears you to work here. Until then, stay up here.”

“Yes mam,” Mikey nodded.

“If you will excuse me,” she stepped out the door. “I have more work to do.” With that she shut the door, leaving Mikey alone.

He decided to have a look around. There was no window, an empty chest in the corner, the one light on the wall, a bed, and a wash basin on a vanity. The room was small enough that Mikey could pace end to end and side to side ten steps combined.

The bed was different than the ones used in the tribe. The covers were soft and the mattress was plush. He lied down and had to cover his nose to the smell. The covers looked clean so the scent must have been embedded in the mattress.

The music and laughter from downstairs echoed up and mixed with the moans coming from the other rooms. He tried to sleep but it was too noisy and smelly. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered just what he had gotten himself into.

At some point everything calmed down and Michelangelo was able to fall asleep. The door opening woke him up and he sat up in bed to see a white fox woman walk into his room, carrying a lamp. She wore a tight blue dress but lacked breasts. “Mrs. O’Neil sent me to fetch you. Mr. Oroku will be here shortly and she want’s you looking your best.”

Mikey nodded and got out of bed. He followed the fox out of the room and down the hall to the washroom where she stripped him, gave him a quick bath, and scented him with perfume. “What’s your name?” he asked her.  

“Alopex,” she answered. “I’ve been here for the better part of a year. I came to this country for a better life.” She scoffed. “I thought I was leaving Hell by getting in bed with the devil.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Not as bad as it could be,” she answered then turned to lead him from the room. “And better than the life I had before.”

They headed down the stairs, through the saloon and into a back room where April and two other women were waiting. One was a human in a yellow dress as tight as April’s but her breasts weren’t as supple so they were more squished than spilling. The other woman was a brown fox. Unlike Alopex she has large breasts and nearly popped from her green dress.

Alopex pulled Mikey into the room and the women got to work fitting him in a dress. They found him some undergarments and black stockings first. The dress they selected was orange with white frills and was loose until it was held in place with a brown corset. They topped the whole thing off with a frilly headband to make up for his lack of hair.

“You are going to sing for Mr. Oroku first,” April instructed as she tied the corset. “You’re cute and exotic with a lovely voice. He will be a fool not to let you work here.” She looked him in the eyes. “Just sing what you sang for me last night. I’ll teach you a new song today so you will have something to perform tonight.”

Mikey nodded.

“Alopex, Ninjara, and Angel will teach you what you will need to know about everything else,” April indicated the others in turn and they each nodded at the mention of their name. Mikey made a mental note of each of them. “Girls, this is Angelica.”

“That’s not gonna be confusing,” Angel crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s fine,” April chided. “It’s not like the men care about your names.” Angel scoffed and the other two chuckled. April looked at Mikey. “He should be here any minute.”

“I’m ready,” Mikey said, hoping that his fears didn’t spill into his voice.

April handed Mikey off to Ninjara and the brown fox took him to the small area behind the stage. She sat with him, and they waited for April to get them. Mikey could hear the door open and the footfalls of several boots on the hard wood floor. After a brief conversation between April and the men, she came and got Mikey. “It’s time.”

Mikey stepped out from behind the curtain and saw three men sitting at a front table. They all curled their lips when they saw him and it almost sent him running. April was off to the side of the stage and gestured for Mikey to sing.

Swallowing hard, Mikey settled his nerves and started to sing. The faces of the three men relaxed as they listened to Mikey. “I’ve heard enough,” the man Mikey assumed was Mr. Oroku stood, cutting Mikey off. “You have a lovely voice and I’m sure there is a market for one such as yourself. How old are you?”

“Fifteen,” Mikey lied, aging himself a little in hopes of getting the job.

“You’re small for fifteen.”

“I’ve always been small.”

“Have you ever had sex before?” Mr. Oroku asked.

Mikey shook his head and held up his arm to show the tattoo. “Because of who my parent were, I am not suitable for breeding. No one in my tribe wants me.”

Mr. Oroku turned to his men. “Who wants to break her in? I have no desire to be with a native.”

The larger of the two men stood, “I will.”

“Very well.” Mr. Oroku turned back to Mikey. “Hun here will give you your final test. If he is satisfied with his time with you, then you are hired.”

Mikey nodded as Hun walked up to the stage. Before Mikey had time to react, Hun reached up and pulled him off the stage. “Take me to your room.”

“O…Okay,” Mikey replied, awe struck by the massive size of the human. He led the way up the stairs and to his room. Butterflies filled Mikey stomach. He knew what sex was and the mechanics of it, he did work with the animals, but he honestly didn’t know what to expect.

Mikey opened the door and led Hun in. Hun huffed when they entered. “You haven’t had time to decorate, I see.”

“I only got here last night.”

“Always let the man enter first. He is your guest and you should show him that respect.” Hun shut the door and then started to undress. Mikey nodded and watched while he waited for Hun to instruct him on what to do next. He had never seen the naked body of any other species before. The external sexual organs looked strange and reminded him of the goats he had tended to during mating season. Only the goats’ penises were usually internal and came out for mating. It didn’t look like the man’s penis had anywhere to go.

“Strip,” Hun ordered and Mikey started to untie the corset, without question. His fingers fumbled with the lace but he managed to get it undone. Once it was loose, the dress simply fell to the ground to pool at his feet. Sitting down on the bed, Mikey started to unbuckle the garter.

“Keep the stockings on,” Hun said as he sat on the bed.

“Okay.” Mikey re-buckled the one he had undone.

Hun placed his finger under Mikey’s chin and lifted his head then ran his thumb over Mikey’s lips. “Get on the floor.” Mikey got down from the bed and Hun guided between his legs. Grabbing his penis in one hand and placing the other on the back of Mikey’s head, Hun pulled Mikey’s head down. “Suck on it.”

Mikey opened his mouth and Hun pushed him down onto his cock. It wasn’t a pleasant taste but Mikey knew not to react to it. “You cannot show any discomfort,” Hun said. “You have to make the client believe that you want to do it.”

Hun guided Mikey’s movements, instructing him in what to do. As Mikey sucked, Hun’s penis grew nearly double its size and would occasionally throb. He explored the now fascinating appendage, pulling back the extra skin on the tip to reveal the hidden pink tip. He licked and gently sucked the tender flesh, drawing gasps and moans from the large human.

“Enough,” Hun husked, pulling Mikey away. “There’s still more to do. Get on the bed and lie down.”

Mikey did as he was told and positioned himself plastron down with his tail in the air.

“What are you doing?” Hun pushed Mikey over. “Get on your back. We’re not animals.”

Mikey shifted on the bed so that he was on his back and Hun moved to sit on his knees between Mikey’s legs. He tilted his head then looked up at Mikey. “What is this? Where am I supposed to put it?”

“In… m…my tail,” Mikey answered, pointing to his cloaca. “Our sex organs are internalized.”

Hun pushed his finger into Mikey’s cloaca and Mikey made sure to pull his penis as far up as it could go. He had a feeling that if they discovered that he was actually a boy, they would kill him. “Alright,” Hun mumbled then moved over Mikey. “Just relax.”

It was strange to feel something enter into his tail and he had to admit that it felt nice. Hun grunted with each thrust and his meaty hand moved up and down Mikey’s thigh

Taking a chance, Mikey let his penis down enough for Hun’s to rub against it. Mikey hummed and basked in the new sensation. If he had known that sex was so nice he would have done it sooner. It was so much better than using his hand. But when he looked up at Hun, Mikey felt like something was missing.

“Don’t just lay there.” Hun snapped. “You need to make me believe that you are enjoying it, moan, squirm, say something.” Mikey did as he was told, hamming it up by making the same noises he had heard coming from the other rooms the night before.

Much to his surprise, moaning and moving helped him to enjoy it more. It was just starting to get good when Hun pulled out. “There’s something else you have to get used to.”

Mikey looked up at him, awaiting further instruction.

“Finish me off by sucking on me again,” Hun instructed. Mikey got down off the bed to do as he was told. He could taste himself on Hun’s cock and had to resist the urge to gag.  He felt Hun’s penis harden further then it started to throb and Mikey’s mouth was filled with a bitter substance.

Hun held Mikey’s head down. “Swallow it. Don’t insult the patron by spitting it out.” Pushing past the nausea, Mikey swallowed it down. All of a sudden, it was no longer enjoyable. When Hun was finished he grabbed Mikey’s chin and forced him to look up. “Don’t you ever leave a patron thinking that you didn’t like any part of bringing him pleasure. You enjoy sucking his cock and drinking his cum and you moan for him like it’s the best sex you’ve ever had.”

“I understand,” Mikey said, trembling a little.

“You’ve got the job, little one,” Hun smiled. “And I might come back for more.”

“I look forward to it,” Mikey said with a sweet smile.

“That’s how it’s done,” Hun patted Mikey on the head then stood up to clean himself off. “Make sure you get this room looking nice. And get something in here to make it smell nice, it stinks.”

“Now that I have the job I’m sure the others will help me do just that.”

Mikey sat on the bed while Hun dressed and waited for him to leave. As soon as he was gone, Mikey waited, lip trembling, until he could no longer hear his footsteps then he let out a soft whimper. Despite how good it had felt, he still felt dirty and the taste of Hun lingered in his mouth.

The door to his room opened and Ninjara walked in. “This is how I thought I would find you.” She closed the door and then sat on the bed next to Mikey, pulling him into a sideways hug. “It’s okay, honey.” She sat in silence and let him cry for a little while then said, “What do you say we make this room yours. There are several things in storage that you can decorate it with and you can take your pick of any of them.”

Mikey sat up and rubbed his eyes. “That sounds nice.”

“It’s really not that bad.” She smiled then stood up and pulled Mikey to his feet. “Not all men are like Hun.”

As he followed her from the room he had to keep telling himself that he had made the right decision.
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