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But the story comes before everything else.\nI present to you, the first part of the tale of the Autumn Falls Bathhouse. A classy whorehouse existing in a golden, prosperous age within my fantasy setting.\nThe whorehouse is unique among humans, because the owner has managed to collect, not just a few, but a wide arrange of the legendary creatures, so-called kalikan, who are apparently willing to do almost anything for the Bathhouse’s guests. The creatures, sleek bipedal cats with full ruffs and long tails, are known for being incredibly coy and reluctant to ever engage in anything involving giving up their perfect freedom. Stories describe them as toying with humans when bored, in childish hopes to inspire passion. This means the cats coming to work at the Bathhouse are shunned among their own kin and revered as rarities among humans.\nIf you want the full experience of how they are subverted in this work, I suggest you read my novel, which covers them at a less vulgar angle. (PM me)\nThe story focuses on two characters; Bazarov, who has been brought to the Bathhouse by his brother to get his rocks off before marriage, and Ashka, a conservatively inclined kalikan who has come to save her sister from the evil clutches of prostitution.\nAlong the way, we meet a handful of personalities among the cats. I’ve tried to include something for every taste, while still staying faithful to the setting.\nWriting these is a huge amount of work, and I’ve got a lot of things to focus on. If you enjoy this and want to see more, please consider donating to my PayPal at gatekeeper840@gmail.com.\nFor legal reasons I will enclose that the work contains bullying, a trap, a girl who looks underage, incest, and not least of all, long passages of characters developing instead of fucking. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Except maybe imagine that Vigo has a Jake Gyllenhaal-ish look to him.\nEnjoy!\n\n\n[u]The Autumn Falls Bathhouse, Part 1[/u]\n[b]Half the Pleasure[/b]\n\nThe Autumn Falls. A landmark in northwestern Dellamor, where the chasms trailing along the Melian border ended in segments of plateaus, chopping the Reign River into intricate curtains of crystalline showers. The formations stretched for miles. The layered city was humid, the air on the verge of thickening into mist. \nThe city itself stretched well beyond the chasms, into fields that held its primary source of prosperity: sugar canes. Less conspicuous areas held thunderthistle; something not condoned by the Capital, but probably too big an income to eradicate.\nBy the deeper parts, where cliffs cradled waterfalls converging into wide lakes, lay the heart of it. The Autumn Falls Bathhouse.\nThere were other bathhouses as well, ones holding ordinary prostitutes. At least some had to have sprouted in naïve want of imitation. But the Bathhouse. The one owned by some enigmatic eccentric by the name Vigo Cyr. It was an accomplishment. It violated laws of nature. So he had heard, at least.\nBazarov was walking in the heels of Enarov, who was leading the way up the rocky stairs. Behind them, several servants were carrying their belongings. Around them, the drops from nearby falls layered the city with all colors. Ahead, he spotted a set of guards positioned before the belittling mansion.\nThey had arrived with a caravan from south. Their father had sent them on “vacation”. In reality, there was a tradition for young men to “unwind” in the weeks leading up to their wedding. You didn’t talk about it. But most were smart enough to stretch their legs before being properly shackled by marriage.\nAfter having been there during his own excursion, Enarov had insisted on them staying at the Falls. The edge of Dellamor where inhibitions and national pride came to die. Full lodging, full care. Four weeks. Bazarov felt vaguely guilty about them spending several barrels of gold on what would amount to no more than exploration of carnal pleasures.\nThey presented the proper letters at the entrance. The servants delivered the payment and their belongings to the administration. The two ordered drinks in the foyer and sat down on the balconies with a view over a perfectly clear lake. They were close enough to a roaring fall to feel the water on their bare arms.\n “I’m telling you…” Enarov said with a sizzling grin. “Once you’ve felt a kalikan purring while you cum inside her, you’re never going to want to go home.”\nBazarov curled his lips, unsure of what to say.\nEnarov removed a slice of fruit from his drink to allow a larger swig. He wiped his lips. “I know you’re nervous. It’s perfectly natural. It’s like… sailing for the first time. It’s a wide ocean. New ocean. Scary at first. Then the rush will soon enough become comfortable.”\n“I never did like sailing.” Bazarov tasted his drink. Some sort of alcoholic lemonade. He winced, finding it strong. \nHe didn’t know what to expect. He had seen house cats. Big cats. Tame cats, wild cats. None of them had struck him as sexually enticing, beyond mundane admiration of the lean shape of a predator. He found it hard to imagine that putting a cat’s head on a whore’s body would somehow imbue the whore with what quite literally sounded like magic. Of course, the stories went that men who met them had nightmares, in fear they wouldn’t get to see them again. But stories were just stories. He had never lived a story, it seemed.\nHe took another drink, enduring the sharp taste. “And you know. Tia isn’t exactly comfortable with the endeavor. I find it hard not to consider her.”\n“We talked about this. Forget her. You have the whole rest of your life to worship her. You won’t be able to earn release, if you don’t let go.”\nBazarov shrugged. “I suppose so.” It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy the idea of a good prostitute. But being with one probably shouldn’t be entirely shameless. Enarov was long married. Bazarov doubted the man would be able to keep himself in check. \nTheir head servant approached and humbly bowed to them. “Gentlemen. We are about ready to leave.” \nThe servants were needed at home and paying for their stay would be more expensive than merely sending them home. Bazarov felt certain that living without their own servants wouldn’t be unbearable.  \n“Thank you,” Enarov said. “Hold on a moment.” He pulled out a letter from his inner pocket. One he had written on the way there. He quickly glossed it over. “Seems in order.” He folded it and passed it to the servant. “Would you be as kind as to bring this to our dear father?”\n“Certainly, master.” The servant bowed once more before leaving.\nBazarov looked after him. He looked at the staff of the Bathhouse. All distinctly human. “So. You’ve talked your ass off about these blasted kalikan. One would have thought I would have seen one by now.”\nEnarov gave him a patronizing frown. “Now, if everyone could just walk up and see the merchandize without paying, the mystery would wear off.”\n“You mean I don’t get to feel better than the peasants.” Bazarov let himself smile.\nEnarov laughed. “Exactly. That is half the pleasure.” \n\n________________________________________\n\nThe Autumn Falls are the quintessence of Dellamorian depravity.\nSo father had told her. That they stained the promise of keeping beauty on its toes. That they lost themselves in selfindulgence.\nBeneath her, the gardens and basins of the Bathhouse lay, weaving with the falls’ water.\nAshka found it hard to believe. A place where kalikan actively went to be rid of freedom rather than chasing for it. She refused to believe it. Kalikan taking what made them enticing – what made them legendary – and just giving it away. Not even that, spitting on it, pissing on it and dragging it through mud. \nA curious sort of anger had brought her there. Ilier, her sister, was lost. Down there somewhere. Nobody had wanted to go look for her. Nobody thought she deserved to be looked for. Ashka had collected herself, hadn’t wanted to be home for a while. She’d gone, if for nothing else to see if Ilier’s sickness was incurable.\nThe lands were low, so the summer in which she arrived was warmer than she found comfortable. But the humidity. It made every scent repeat in her mind thrice over. Her body wanted nothing but to dart off. Too many humans. Being here was asking for trouble.\nNone of her kin were shielding their scents. Shameless. Animals. There was something like twenty of them. Too many. All of them traitors. She huffed. One of them was her sister. Whatever sins she had committed, they would have to be forgivable.\nShe approached.\n\n________________________________________\n\n“Any questions?” the girl at the counter asked. \n“I’ve got him covered,” Enarov said as he took the keys she had put forth. \n“Don’t forget…” she said. “We have a new girl being initiated today. There is an event during dinner. Biyel, they call her.”\n“Ah! Interesting.” He looked into the ceiling, pondering for a moment. “What’s her thing?”\n“Her… thing? Sir?”\n“Yes, I know how Vigo loves to brand his girls. Ilier has the ‘slick as an eel’, ‘unabashed’ kind of deal going on. Does that thing with her hair… I hear. There’s one who claims to be able to make you finish without touching your member. Helps selling them as… personalities.”\n“Ah, I see. Uh. Yeah, I don’t think they have… that quite worked out yet.”\nHe shook a finger knowingly. “Maybe I’ll give him some ideas.”\nShe widened her eyes suddenly. “She uses spectacles.”\nBazarov frowned. “She does what now?”\n“She doesn’t see well,” she said, making a rolling motion with her hand. “Vigo had spectacles made for her.” She formed two circles before her eyes with her fingers and the brothers nodded in understanding. “Some find it arousing. It seems to be a trend in Eos. I don’t know if it might suit your tastes.”\nEnarov nodded enthusiastically. “Might. Might not. We’ll see.”\nHe pulled Bazarov towards the massive wooden doors that separated them from the Bathhouse proper. A guard stepped in and dragged it open for them. \n“So,” Enarov said. “Full care. The first thing you have to do is familiarize yourself with the code of conduct. Nobody will check to see if you know it by heart, but if you break it, Vigo is authorized to have your hands severed by the city guard. Don’t worry. It’s hardly complicated.”\nBefore them, in a small alcove opening into a large garden, stood a pedestal with a single, framed piece of paper.\nBazarov stepped forward and studied the intricate handwriting.\n\nVigo Cyr kindly welcomes you to the Autumn Falls Bathhouse\nThe rules are as follows:\n1.\tDon’t be unnecessarily loud. We are a refined establishment. Let’s keep it as such.\n\nHe looked up. “Who defines what is ‘necessary’ or not…?”\nEnarov shrugged, with a flippant throw of his hand. “If you have to be loud, it can be arranged, I’m sure.”\nBazarov shook his head and read on.\n\n2.\tDon’t harass any of the other guests. Each is entitled to his or her peculiarities.\n3.\tThe cats are – contrary to popular belief – not obligated to fulfil every request made to them. Each of them must necessarily have limits. If this causes issues, I may occasionally be available to take complaints.\n\n“What–…?”\n“It basically means that if you put enough money on the table, Vigo can convince them to… well. Do stuff they wouldn’t otherwise do.”\n\n4.\tNo cuts, bruises or other permanent or semi-permanent damage on the cats. If you have issues with aggression or other lack of inhibition, visit the apothecary for a sedative. The cats will tell on you.\n\nBazarov glanced back, noting the guards looming behind them.\n\n5.\tRespect the schedule.\n6.\tSexual activities will be contained to the designated areas.\n7.\tThe cats’ collars may under no circumstances be removed.\n8.\tDon’t fall in love. They won’t.\n\nAt the bottom, Vigo Cyr’s name was signed in large, graceful letters.\n“Quite a personality, this man,” Bazarov said. “Don’t fall in love. What does he care?”\n“If I’m not mistaken, there has been several occasions where customers got… possessive. Attempted to buy a cat home. And that’s just not possible.”\n“Why not?”\n“The terms of their… contracts are… complicated.” Enarov wavered a hand uncertainly. “I… will explain later.”\nThey stepped forth, into the heavy sunlight embracing the vividly green plants rolling around the basins and finely cut rock formations. The first thing Bazarov noticed was the scent. A sweet haze, not quite like perfume. Then he saw the cats.\nTwo in the water, sleek and wet, against another guest. One was carrying a tray with drinks, moving towards a table with what looked like two guests in a romantic engagement. The cats all wore black collars, denting the thick fur on their chests.\n“New guests!” sounded a sharp, rolling voice. \nBazarov straightened his back by reflex.\n“Hiiiiiii,” she chimed as she leapt in from the side, positioning herself before them. “Hi, hello. Welcome to the Autumn Falls Bathhouse.”\nThe creature was dressed in a traditional Dellamorian dress. A lot shorter than he was used to. Her hair was set in matching twin tails, as was custom.\nShe crossed her legs, lifted the skirt and bowed lightly. “My name is Tekko. I’ll be your greeter today.”\nAs she leaned forward, her thick tail whipped coyly behind her. It was golden brown, spotted in black. Her hair was light gray, almost white. Colors she seemed to share with the other kalikan. As she looked up, silver eyes met him. He found her face… cute, if nothing else. Certainly not beastly, as he might have feared. \n“Tekko!” Enarov called and fanned out his arms. “Long time, no see!”\nTekko raised an eyebrow in a moment of confusion, before returning a smile. “Ohhh, yes, oh, hi!” They embraced briefly. Enarov unmistakably touched her rear before letting go.\nThey stood looking at each other.\n“You don’t remember my name, do you?”\nShe snapped her fingers. “It was something like… Elbe… Ana…” She grunted as if losing patience with herself. “You were the one with the spanking fetish. I remember you, just not the name.”\nBazarov leaned in and whispered. “Spanking fetish?”\n“Shush!” Enarov hissed. He reclaimed a smile. “I am Enarov. Close. This is my brother, Bazarov. We’ll be staying for four weeks. You may show us our rooms.” He passed her the keys.\n“Ah, yes,” she said, taking them reverently. “Number ten and twelve, right this way gentlemen.” She turned and they followed along hallways roofed with foliage. Sunlight sifted through and glared off the spots in her fur coat. Her feet – or paws rather – didn’t seem like they would fit common shoes. She was wearing what looked like soft leather bindings that allowed her toes to breathe.\nAs she moved, Bazarov couldn’t help but dwell on the way her tail swayed in concert with her ears. Oh, there it was. Sexual feelings on the rise. Visions of what he was perfectly allowed to do with this creature.\n“Greeting duty, eh?” Enarov said. “Does that mean you are not available for private sessions today?”\n“We are short-staffed,” she said over her shoulder. “We happen to be fully occupied. Twenty-one guests. One for each cat. Me not being available isn’t exactly because of greeting duty. There are no more guests to greet after you. My private sessions are spoken for by other guests.”\nShe turned, stopping the two in their tracks.\n“But,” she said and reached forward, cupping Enarov’s crotch gently. “If you find yourself…” She licked her upper lip, then purred lightly. “Particularly hungry for little Tekko… I’m sure you know the protocol.” She turned and promptly walked on.  \n“Right.” He coughed. “Reach an agreement with the other guest or pay Vigo absurd amounts of money. Got you.”\n“Exactly right.” They stopped before a door. “This is ten.” She pointed further down. “That’s twelve. By default, you will have perfect privacy. Or breakfast can be served in bed, if you so desire. Let me know. If you wish, any cat not otherwise occupied can be brought in with you. Alternatively, many areas around the Bathhouse are prepared for similar purposes. Your rooms contain a selection of perfumes guaranteed to make the resident cats go wild for you.” She stopped to breathe. She spoke a little too quickly for Bazarov’s taste. “The bathroom is down the hall, to the right. The Court, where most gatherings take place, is to the left. I am happy to inform you that we have quite a feast planned tonight. Honey-glazed boar and an assortment of Melian nuts and vegetables. Supposedly strengthens the virility. And we have a surprise as well. Twenty-one becomes twenty-two…”\n“Yes,” Enarov said, cutting her off. “Biyel, was it?”\n“Oh, you already know.” She put her hands proudly on her hips. “Then my work here is done. Do enjoy your stay.”\nAs she walked past them, Enarov grabbed her arm. “Hey now, are you in a hurry?”\n“Mmm, yes and no. I have an engagement with…”\n“You know what? I don’t care.” He pushed her against the wall, eliciting a yelp. “If you think I’m going to wait, you’re an idiot, Tekko.”\nTekko was frozen for a moment, but then smirked. “Oh, you want me to spank you a little, right here in front of your brother? My, how exhilarating.”\n“Shut up,” he said. He let a palm rush over her cheek with a muted sound. “Get in line, whore. Who’s your master?”\nShe arched her eyebrows dejectedly and pouted. “Y-… you are.”\n“Now, how about you suck my cock? If you do it half well, I won’t have to bend you over and fuck your ass and you might not miss your appointment.”\nBazarov looked down the hall and over his shoulder, anxiously checking that they were indeed alone. His heart was pounding. He was unsure if he was comfortable watching this.\n“I…” Tekko murmured as she was forced to her knees.\nWas she resisting? Could she if she wanted to? Enarov was known for besting most men in physical strength.\n“Now, what are you?” He pulled her chin up with his fingers.\nHer wide eyes seemed lost. “I am a worthless slut, sir.”\nHe undid his pants. “And what is all you’re good for?” He presented his dick and let it fall onto her nose.\n“Sucking your cock, sir,” she whispered against his balls.  \nBazarov squinted. He found himself not wanting to look away after all. He’d witnessed worse. When they were younger, Enarov had frequently had his dick out even in well-renowned taverns. It’s not like he didn’t want to be standing where Enarov stood. Might as well familiarize himself with the feeling.\nTekko’s lips embraced him and moved towards his base. As she closed her eyes, almost euphorically, he grabbed her by the hair. He pushed her against the wall and put in weight with his hips. He grunted as he thrusted exactly four times against her whimpering mouth before pulling out. At forceful strokes, he came, releasing streaks over her cheeks, her tongue and as he pushed her head back, over the chest of her dress. The white sunk into her fur, stripping it of volume and luster.\nHe must have been pent-up after the long trip. Bazarov felt his own dick strain against his pants. But he remained still.\nShe coughed once, before making her way onto her legs.\n“What’s that?” Enarov said softly. He held out his hand.\nShe put the keys in his palm. “Th-… thank you, sir.”\n“You’re welcome. Now go. Don’t wash yourself. If anyone asks, you asked for it. Yes?”\n“Yes. Of course.” She blinked, as if checking whether some had gotten in her eye. Then she evened out a few creases in her dress and walked off. A less graceful pace than before.\n“Was that necessary?” Bazarov asked when she was out of earshot.\n“I’m not sorry.” Enarov said as he closed his pants. “I needed that.”\n“Does Myrna expect this of you by now, or am I keeping another secret here?”\nEnarov kept looking for Tekko as her tail disappeared around the corner. “Would you mention it to her if I told you she didn’t?”\n“Probably not.”\n“Then we have no problem here.”\nEnarov passed him a key. Twelve. “Check out your room. If you’re vastly uncomfortable with it, we can switch.”\n“Alright.” He looked at the key. Worn. It had probably been in use for a couple of decades. “Broke a couple of rules there, brother,” he said. “What was that about?”\n“Oh, did I?”\n“Sexual activities must be contained to the designated areas. I’m assuming the hallways aren’t such.” He paused. “Respect the schedule.”\n“Ah, see, my dear brother. Half the fun of this place is finding creative ways to break the rules.”\nBazarov scoffed. “And the so-called limits. You sure made it look like she enjoyed it. But I’m not sure how I would react, given your… imposing stature.”\n“She?” Wearing a curious smile, Enarov shook his head. “Tekko is perfectly capable of upholding any rules she deems broken. I remember Tekko’s preferences perfectly. If I am wrong, then we’ll know in a few hours.” He held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. “If I don’t have these by then, it would appear I’m too much of an idiot to deserve them. Now. Go get settled.”\nBazarov nodded and walked for his door. The key entered the lock and it made a satisfying sound as he turned, like a barrel being opened.\nThe floors were white marble with black streaks. As were the walls. The ceiling. The entire northern wall was a complex of cupboards and closets made of dark, copper-specked wood. In the center was a large dressing table. A wide mirror.\nAlong the southern wall was a bed with white sheets. At least large enough to fit three people.\nThe windows were massive. Real glass.\nHe went to the doors in the far wall. Leaning against them, they opened and he reentered the sunlight. Outside he found a personal garden, separated from the others by dense walls of growths. It had an open view over a shallow lake. He was close enough to a fall that he might imagine going for piss over the edge, not afraid of getting caught. If he had enough to drink.\nYes. He could get used to this. \n\n________________________________________\n\nAfter having explored all the unmanned crevices and studying the impressions of scents, Ashka dared going near what had to be the personal quarters of the bathhouse’s resident cats.\nThe buildings formed a horseshoe around a closed garden, where the plants didn’t seem to be tended at all. As to make it look wild? It struck her as some sort of joke. An imitation of what they used to know. The edges towards the outside held a wall. Not a tall wall, but still a wall.\nThree kalikan were bathing in a stream that ran through the complex. They seemed to carry strained smiles, stilted motions. They still wore their summer souls around their necks. A part of her wanted to join them. To teach them to move. Another part of her felt sickness stirring in her stomach. They were kin. Yet not.\nShe placed herself on a branch overlooking the area. She tried to decide on a course of action.\nShe put the tips of her fingers to her throat, grazing her summer soul. Again, she reached for Ilier, letting herself seep into the air around her. Nothing.\nFinally, the cats seemed to notice her. They turned, looked and whispered among themselves. Before long, one of them decided to get out of the water and stepped up beneath Ashka’s branch.\n “Hello.” Speaking Dellamorian, were they?\nAshka didn’t answer. The cat was black around her eyes. She wore rings piercing her lower lip. That looked painful.\n“Are you… new?” Her voice had a lazy feel to it.\nAshka frowned, pondering at the meaning of the words, before suddenly realizing what she looked like. Another cat come to sell herself. She tried her Dellamorian and found that it came with relative ease, though it had been a while. “I… I am nothing to you. You are nothing to me. Be brief.”\n“Fair. What do you want?”\n“Ilier. Where is she?”\nShe looked over her shoulder, then shrugged. “She is occupied, I believe.”\n“Get her. Tell her it’s important.”\nThe cat crossed her arms. “Ask nicely.”\n“What?” Ashka felt a sudden rush of furious impatience.\nThe cat’s face remained almost perfectly still. “If you weren’t so rude, maybe I’d go tell her somebody is asking for her. My name is Sue.”\nNiceties? What was the word they used for that again? “Please, Sue. It’s very important that I see Ilier.”\n“Sure, fine. Who should I say is asking?”\n“Ashka.”\nSue’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Her sister?”\nAt least Ilier hadn’t forgotten her then. “…Yes.” \n“Ah. Hold on a few minutes.”\nThe cat with the pierced lip turned and walked towards the main building. When she was gone, the uneasy stares of the two other cats remained. After all too long, Ashka finally caught Ilier’s scent approaching. She sat perfectly still as her sister stepped forth.\nIlier smiled. “Long time, no see. I’ve missed you.” She wore clothes. A dress. Her hair was neatly braided. Something Ashka had used to do for her.\nShe searched for the right words, but came upon nothing.\n“No warm embrace?” Ilier whipped her tail. “No kind words? No excitement? Where’s my sister?”\n“Where’s mine?” she asked flatly. “If you want a warm embrace, come up here. Come with me home.”\nShe was met by an apologetic smirk. “I’m not allowed outside of bathhouse grounds.”\n “Allowed?” she hissed, baring her teeth.\nIlier spread her arms, shrugging overbearingly.\nAshka squinted as she inspected her smile. “Did you paint your face?”\n“It’s called lipstick, Ash. It’s not poisonous.”\nShe stilled her stomach. “Ilier,” she said, trying to muster humility. “Please. What will it take for you to come with me? To stop this… depravation.”\n“What do you even know about what goes on in here?”\n“I can smell what goes on perfectly well. You have the scent of four men on you.”\nIlier didn’t seem to show sign of shame. She just closed her eyes slowly. Humoring her.\nAshka felt her eyes water. “Your summer soul isn’t playing. I can’t hear you.”\n“It’s still there,” Ilier said, putting her hand to her collar. “But you have to listen closely.”\nShe closed her eyes and stilled herself. There was a tiny flicker like distant waves. “Dull embers. Why would you do that to yourself? To it? You’re killing it.”\nFor a moment, Ilier’s eyes veered off. “There’s more to life than a little rock humming around your neck.”\n“There’s more life with that little rock.” She grabbed at the air before her in frustration.\n“More life, less life,” Ilier said, tossing her hand carelessly. “Some say less is more.”\n“I don’t want to watch my sister wither. Willingly.”\n“You wouldn’t have to watch, if you hadn’t come here, no?”\n“Somebody has to save you.”\n“I don’t want to be saved.”\nAshka gritted her teeth. The idea seemed incompatible with her very body. That being here could somehow feel natural to her. “How does this please you? This… sexual frivolity?”\n“Don’t tell me you don’t know the rivers and falls that a good orgasm brings about.” Ilier’s tail swayed patiently. “You were the one who taught me to… touch myself once upon a time.”\nDon’t remind me. “There is a vast difference between touching yourself and letting men tell you when and where to do it.”\nIlier breathed in happily. “We did other things. Things that were better because we knew we weren’t supposed to do it.”\nAshka shivered. Things siblings shouldn’t do with each other. “Maybe we shouldn’t have. Maybe we were young and foolish.”\n“I miss your taste, Ash.” She ran her hands through her ruff, seemingly imagining the tremors. ”I miss how you pushed me.” The scent she gave off stirred memories of pleasure. Muscles tensing in deep, careless release.\nThe shivers along Ashka’s spine wouldn’t settle. “I regret everything. You don’t seem to have any shame left. I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”\nIlier chuckled lightly. “We’re catching up. It’s nice.”\n“It’s painful.”\nShe sighed. “I’m sorry.”\nAshka knew she wasn’t.\nAfter a few breaths of eye contact, Ilier looked about her. Over her shoulder. ”I think I have to get going. I have a busy schedule.”\n“Busy schedule of what? You’ve been confined all day.” She hadn’t been able to find her on the move like the other cats.\n“Well… Vigo requires a fair share of attention.” She said his name with particular affection. \n“Vigo,” Ashka repeated numbly. “Is this all for him?”\n“You might say that.” Ilier turned slowly, as if she regretted doing so. “I hope you stick around for a while. When the night comes, I’ll be available. I’ll look for you.” She walked off, not looking back.\n“I’m not sure I’ll be here.”\nVigo. She had heard of him. A vile, deceptive man.\nAs Ilier disappeared, she leapt onto the wall and ran along it. She moved onto the rooftops and started searching for his scent. Hopefully she could find his private chambers. As she passed the courtyards, she sneered at the cats and the nauseating shows they had going for the guests.\nBest not to get near. The scent of sex did uncomfortable things to her.\n\n________________________________________\n\n“Ilier is booked for the next week?!” sounded Enarov’s voice as he returned.\nBazarov started. He had seen something over the rooftops. A moving shade. He turned his attention back to the show at hand. He lay in a basin, warmed by a long day in the sun. Ahead, on an isle in the middle, were two kalikan writhing. At the moment, one had her legs spread wide. The other was softly cleaning the fur around her pussy with her tongue, while curled around her back. They displayed some ridiculous feats of flexibility. He tried to ignore the other guests, some of which were decisively bad at hiding them touching themselves under the water. Or they simply didn’t care.\nEnarov grumbled as he slid down beside Bazarov. He threw up his arms in protest. “I didn’t think that was allowed.”\n“What?”\n“Booking cats that far ahead.”\n“Can we afford it?”\n“Afford what?”\n“Having Vigo bump up your appointment with her. I know you’re going to do it.” \nEnarov glared, as if loathing how well his brother knew him.\nBazarov smirked. “Does she spank you just right?”\nThe glare lasted another moment, but then dissolved into thunderous laughter. “You rascal, you.” He pointed at the show before them. “So, have you thought about who would suit for the… first dip in the honeypot.”\nBazarov frowned. As they had gone around the estate, Enarov had tried teaching him their names. He had forgotten half of them.\nEnarov shrugged faintly. “If you’re nervous, Fiffi is a good place to start.”\n“Stop calling me nervous.” \n“I see you eying them. I see your fingers aching to grab at them. You’re nervous.” \nHe glared back. Then he smiled lightly. “Tekko might have my attention.”\nEnarov opened his mouth. Hesitated. “I guess I should tell you before you regret it. Tekko… Uh. Tekko is a... uh.”\nOff limits? Too good for you? “What? What about Tekko?”\n“Tekko is male.”\nBazarov gaped. “You’re kidding.”\n“I am not.”\n“He’s dressed…”\n“Like a woman. Yes. Makes it really hard to tell.”\nHis face curled, trying to make his memory of Tekko drenched in cum fit with… everything. “I didn’t know you were… You know. Into men.”\n“I’m into him. I don’t want to complicate it further.”\nBazarov nodded faintly. “But. Why? Why dress like that?” Bazarov felt severely conflicted about the images that had been running through his head. Like somebody had played a ruse on him. “It’s confusing.”\n“He wants to be treated like a girl. It’s that simple.”\nThen again, what did he know about any of all this? “Are kalikan just… identical, between men and women?”\n“Not exactly. The way I understand it, Tekko is ‘lucky’ in that regard. But if you look closely, he is slightly wider over the shoulders. Has a more pronounced muzzle. Growls a little deeper.” Enarov frowned back at him. “You seem more than a little perplexed.”\n“It just strikes me as odd, is all. If he’s male, why not… advertise that?”\n“The mystery!” Enarov fanned out his hands dramatically. “Believe me when I say that he’s one of their most popular specimens. I think only Ilier is above him in the charts.”\nNow there was something remarkable. “There are charts?”\n“Unofficially. It’s mostly just them keeping score among themselves. Ask Tekko when you see him, if you’re interested.”\nBazarov nodded. One of the cats in front of them had folded her legs behind her head. The other had three fingers buried inside her, her tail was tensely twitching in what he guessed might be the sign of a slow orgasm. They were purring, no end, he could almost feel it through the water. Silence settled for a moment.\nNot Tekko then. For now. “Fiffi, you say? Why is she a good place to start?”\n“Fiffi is only half kalikan. She has an old-fashioned, well-sized bust. And hips to match. Very gentle. No rough tongue. No claws.”\nHalf…? We can breed with those things? He tried to remember when Enarov had pointed her out earlier. “No tail though.”\n“A short tail,” he corrected. “You like the long tails?”\n“It was just an observation I did. The short tail is… cute, I suppose.”\n“Try her. See if you fancy it. If not, no harm done. Half the fun of this place is not having to settle for one part of the buffet. You can go through it from one end to the other. Then dig in once you hit gold.”\n“That’s a lot of halves, brother.” Bazarov held up a hand and counted on his fingers. “Half the pleasure is getting to feel better than peasants. Half is breaking the rules. And half is having it all. I think I have to find someone to take bets with on what the next half will be.”\n“Damn, shut that sly mouth of yours, Baz.” He made a long groan and then pulled himself up. “I’m going to go try getting Vigo to talk. I’m sure it won’t be an issue when he hears how much Ilier has missed me.” He stepped out of the basin and started stretching his shoulders.\n“What’s with this Ilier?” What could a cat do to earn that much more desire than the others? “Why haven’t we seen her today?”\nEnarov sat down on the edge behind him. “Do you know why she’s on the top of the charts?”\nBazarov met his eyes over his shoulder. “No, Enarov. I don’t know why Ilier is on the top of the charts. Tell me why.”\n“Because she is rare. Her private sessions are purposely scarce. Well, that… and she’s immensely beautiful. I think Vigo is keeping her for himself for the most part.” \nAt an almost anxious look on Enarov’s face, Bazarov sighed. “Go on, don’t hold back on my account.” \n“Half.” Enarov stared intensely at him. “The pleasure. Is getting to get with something rare… and beautiful.” He gave a single forceful laugh.\nBazarov lifted a finger and closed his eyes knowingly. “The next half… Will be ‘feeling powerful’. The one after that will be ‘freedom’.”\nEnarov ruffled Bazarov’s hair. “Those are indeed great selling points. You’ll fit in fine here.” He rose. “I expect you to have made an appointment with one of the cats when I get back. Don’t disappoint me.”\n“Fair. Don’t worry, I will.”\n\n________________________________________\n\nAshka had found the room. It was the biggest one, there was no question. The window had been lidded, getting in had been no feat. She paced the smooth floors as she waited.\nHe had a personal basin. Pipes. The curtains decorating the walls were intricately woven, depicting animals the likes of which she had never seen. \nShe stopped in front of a mirror, taller than she was. She turned her hips. Watched how they aligned with her shoulders. How the curl of her tail completed her shape. It had been long since she had seen a perfect reflection like that. She tossed her hair. Cut by the shoulders, yet wild and sweeping. Oh, how she loved what summer souls did to one’s hair. It had never seen a day of care.\n“Breathtaking.” \nShe turned swiftly and found the owner of the voice looking at her from near the door. “Vigo.” How hadn’t she heard him?\nHe stepped towards her. “Of all your peculiar habits, this one I love the most.” \nWhat habit? Showing up uninvited in your bedroom? He wore finely cut clothes in a deep, dark blue. In spite of his evident age, his lean skin gave an air of health. His blue-grey eyes had a look of deep understanding. But his smile. It angered her. His scent met her. It was… dense. Light as thistle seeds.\n“You’re swarming me,” he went on. “I’ll have to expand soon.”\n“I am not,” she snapped. “…Here to be one of your pathetic leashed kittens.”\n“I figured not.” He stopped in front of her, meeting her eyes. “A shame, though. I’ve been looking for someone with a little bite.”\nShe skewed her head. “I can bite your cock off, if you’d like.” \n“Ah, yes,” he said, leaning an inch back, as if winded by her words. “Just like that. You’ll be a gem of which we’ll sorely miss the shine. But it can’t be helped. What can I help you with?”\n“You can drop the charm, you ferret.” She closed her eyes. “I am here to politely ask you to be honest with Ilier and tell her that whatever affections she seems to crave from you are based in nothing except greed and perversion. So she can go back to living her life.”  \n“Ah, you’re her sister. Ashka, was it?” He shrugged, holding up his hands defensively. “While I might be both greedy and perverted, I’m afraid I’ve been nothing but perfectly honest with Ilier. She is quite happy here. I’m not sure she would leave, even if I explicitly asked her to.”\nHe reeked of deception. “If this place isn’t built on pure luck, you know ‘explicitly’ isn’t the way to go about anything.”\nHe narrowed his eyes and nodded, smiling faintly. “Hm. Yes. But then… Assuming I’m the despicable man you say I am. Why would I part with Ilier? The most beautiful cat imaginable?” He stopped himself. He gestured towards her, as if on the verge of reconsidering the statement.\nShe scowled in return.\n“She’s skilled at that too,” he said, fanning out his arms in apology. “What do you have that I want? Are you in a position to threaten me?”\nShe felt her claws against her palms. “I could snap your neck right here.”\n“Could you?” He straightened his back. “I do regular exercise. I have experience handling a fickle body like yours.”\nFickle? Was he threatening her?\nHe stepped back from her and moved for the other end of the room. “Perhaps you could. But then you’d have to spend a handful of years consoling your sister. Begging for her forgiveness.”\nYears? A joke. ”You give yourself too much credit.”\n“I give myself exactly the right amount of credit.” As he reached his bed, he briefly inspected the black set of clothes laid out there. Then he started undressing.\nShe held her breath as she saw the bare skin of his torso. The valley between his strong shoulders. The skin of a human… the way it looked like it would resist a caress. The signs of age made him look… rough. Forceful. The scent of sweat. It was something else. She tightened her muscles, stilling every natural impulse inside her. “I know what you’re trying to do. Do you think I’m an idiot?”\n“I came in here to put on my evening getup. We have an event. I have to look the part.” He started putting on the new suit. He sighed deeply. “Fact remains, you have nothing to bargain with, so if you can’t talk sense into her on your own, you’ll have to bet that wish of yours on my sense of mercy.”\nHer words suddenly seemed to escape her. “So… Do you have a heart?”\n“Some might claim so.” As he put on the jacket, the sight of skin no longer distracted her. “But having heart, means both listening to you and your sister’s wishes. And I’ve known her longer.”\nThere was a knock on the door and Ashka stiffened up. “Vigo, sir,” sounded a voice from the hall. “There is an ‘Enarov’ who would like to speak to you.”\n“Tell him I’ll be there in a moment.”\nHe straightened his sleeves and his collar. With resolute steps, he approached her again. He gave a faint nod towards the window, as to imply that their business was over.\nShe felt her stomach crumbling. The scents were overpowering. An impulse. Why not let it save her and her sister? She didn’t have to tell anyone. “What do you want me to… do for you?”\nHe arched his eyebrows humbly. “You’d be wonderful, I’m sure.” He gave a low laugh, enough to make her feel like she had been kicked. “But you couldn’t do anything worth Ilier. I have twenty cats ready fuck me at a moment’s notice.” He put out a hand and motioned as if he wanted to caress her. ”Aside from that, I’m sure you could shut your eyes and just for an hour, maybe a whole evening, you could do it with a smile. But inside you would be elsewhere.”\nHurt, she tried to stop herself from hearing the words leaving her mouth. “Do you want me to beg? You’re giving me no single chance?”\n“You care that much for her, huh?“ He gave her an appraising look. “Hear me out. And keep your teeth in check. You have one thing I’m interested in. Yours seems more intact than I’m used to seeing.” He nodded towards her. “Your dignity.”\nHer heart writhed within her. “My… dignity.”\n“Look at it in storybook terms. If you do a certain amount of penance, you earn redemption. You can take work here. And if you can convince me that you’re giving it your all. That you’re letting your passions run…” As he spoke, she felt her very bones boil. “The cats here have a… sort of game going. They measure themselves against each other. There’s no reward except the glory of it. If you can muster the… insistence to make your way to… say third place among them. I will give you what you want.”\nThe presumptions. “What,” she spat. “Do you think it is I want?”\n“I will release your sister, to my best ability. To that end, I might have to… how do I put this? Hurt her feelings. But if you’re alright with a small pain against what I assume you’d say is living her life. I will drive her away with spears in her back, if that’s what it takes. But I’d beg you remember: her affection might be more for this place than for me.”\nGetting her sister back… “What guarantee do I have? That you would do this?”\n“I could write you a contract. But I don’t know that you trust the authority of legal documents. I could give you something important of mine to keep as leverage. But, of course, if you don’t believe I hold anything dear…”\nThe turmoil in her stomach seized her. “Stop talking! I’m not doing this.”\n“Then why are you still here?”\nShe bared her teeth and limbered up her frozen body. “Go to hell, bastard.” She leapt and dashed for the window, soon disappearing onto the rooftops.\n\n________________________________________\n\nAfter asking around, Bazarov found Fiffi locked away in the Kennel. One of several edges of the Bathhouse designed to satisfy quite specific tastes. This one had cages. One was circular, raised off the ground, placed in the middle of the hall. Where guests would pass by. Otherwise, what was the point?\nShe lay naked, save the collar they all wore, lit by a cone of sunlight from the skylight above. Her back was turned. The curve that she struck against the carpet beneath her reminded him of women he had loved fiercely. Maybe Enarov’s thoughts exactly. Her fur was golden brown, though her back, shoulders and ears were garnished with perfectly white streaks and spots none of the others had. The white converged in her tail, a teardrop of a tuft. Her hair was medium blonde and thick, like something you could disappear in.\nShe appeared to be sleeping. He knocked the bars and she stirred.\n“Dorn?” she yawned. \n“Mmno. My name is Bazarov.”\n“Ah.” She stretched as she turned. “What do I owe the pleasure, Bazarov?” \nHe held his breath as he watched the way her back curved into her tail. Her full rear. “Now,” he coughed into his hand as she placed herself on all fours facing him. Her breasts were certainly a number above the modest chests the other kalikan wore. “I’m just going to be honest. I’m not good at this. My brother told me you were… easy-going. I don’t mean to offend.”\nHe felt himself blush at the wide smile she gave him. “Dear, aren’t you adorable?” She put her head askew. “I certainly can be both slow and sweet. I can sing you lullabies as we make love. We can walk and talk in the gardens beforehand if you’d like. So I don’t accidentally overstep your boundaries.”\nHis boundaries. Gods. Was he truly afraid that she would think less of him? Whatever he could think of doing to her, there was no way she hadn’t seen worse. He would easily be forgotten among a sea of men. “When are you available?”\nShe looked up at the skylight as if judging what time it was. “I am available right now, I believe.”\nHe regarded the cage she was placed in. The lock. “Aren’t you here on account of… an engagement with someone else?”\n“I was. Dorn had me carrying sticks around in here. Told me to ‘roll up and go to sleep’. So I did. I don’t know where he went off to. I’m pretty sure he’s all but forgotten me. I can’t do any good for anyone in here, can I?”\n“He doesn’t have the key?”\n“There is a spare beneath that vase.” She nodded towards a nearby windowsill.\n“You’re sure I won’t get in trouble with him?”\nShe sighed as if her heart fluttered. “I can promise you that you’ll be perfectly safe. If you treat me a little gentler than him, I’ll have Vigo let him know that I’m yours and all yours.”\nGentler? “Can we please tone down the acting?”\n“Uh. Yes. Sure.” As he moved for the vase, her tone grew flatter. “A little advice, if you’re going to be staying for a while. It might be best not to worry too much about the distinction between acting and not. The line is often finer than you’d imagine.”\nIn that you have some depraved passion for pretending? He lifted the vase and picked up the key. “That might be so. But in no world would you ever be mine any more than the other guests. Don’t lie to me.”\nShe looked at him as he stepped in front of her again. “I can be yours right now,” she said, her voice soft again. “…And if you tone down the self-consciousness, we can both believe that.”\nHe held her easy gaze for a moment, before turning his eyes down. “Fair point.” He unlocked the cage and pulled it open. She crawled for him and he gave her his hand to help her out. \nTouching her fur, he held his breath.\nIt felt perfectly like touching a sleek housecat. He grazed her with his thumb. Felt how shallow her skin lay.\nAs she found footing and faced him, she looked up at him. She was possibly just the right height. \nHe reached out and grabbed one of her breasts. \n“Oh my,” she said. “So fast we’re going.”\nHe cupped it and carefully pushed against her. He couldn’t decide if the fur was a natural or strange sensation. The nipple beneath his thumb was almost familiar.\nHe bit down. Then he stepped in. Put his arms around her waist. Felt the tuft of her tail. He put his mouth against hers and as she yelped, her strange scent suddenly filled his nostrils. He parted his lips and as his tongue explored hers, his hands found their way onto her rear. She was indeed soft.\nParts of his mind were numbly protesting, but he went deep, tasting her. Her pleasant, muted moans had his passion overwhelm his reason. He wasn’t nearly as strong as Enarov, but as he put his arm to her legs and lifted her, he didn’t falter. \nHe moved for a corner where pillows and blankets would allow for a comfortable act.\n“Oh, Bazarov,” she snickered as he put her down. “You’re sure you don’t want to go somewhere more… private…?”\n“No.” He was tired of being treated like he was scared. It was time to earn a modicum of respect. He took off his clothes and tossed them aside. Then he knelt down and snaked up her side, in part to show her that she had given him an erection.\n“Oh, that’s a big boy,” she said, running her palm against his shaft. As he was about to protest, she put a finger on his nose. “I am not lying. You’re allowed to be confident about it.”\n“Fine,” he said, smiling faintly. “Where do you want my big dick?”\n“In heeere,” she said and stuck her tongue out, putting a finger on it.\nHe felt his stomach take a dive. She ran her palms down his skin and let them embrace his shaft. The fur against him was no longer strange, it only called for him to go deeper. She swept her hair aside and ran her tongue over his tip. He trembled. She licked again, small, gentle motions. She hesitated, perking her ears at him stirring.\n“Do you want to move ahead?” she asked lowly. She could probably feel that it would be a short pleasure. It had been too long.\n“Suck a little,” he said. “Careful.”\nShe opened her mouth and guided him towards her throat. The wetness of her lips caressing him had him clenching his jaw.\nAs she moved, he reached out and put his hand behind her ear. He scratched her gently with his thumb. She giggled in faint pleasure. He guessed he couldn’t know if she was genuinely like a housecat or if it was part of the job.\nSoon enough, he pulled her away.\nShe wiped her mouth. “Where do you want me?”\nHe searched for his words. What did he actually want? “On top.”\n“Face to face…?”\nHe hesitated. “Yes.”\nShe strode over him, and slowly slid her pussy along his shaft. “Do you want to or should I?”\n“Are you…” He searched for the words. “Wet enough?”\n“I’ve been wet since you woke me up, don’t you fret.”\nHe nodded towards his dick. “Please.”\nShe nodded back and with her hand, she positioned his tip against her. As she put in her weight, he groaned fiercely. As deep as he could go. He expected her to feel like a woman who hadn’t shaved, but was pleasantly surprised. Every part of her was soft. Soft and tight all at once. He put his hands on her wide hips.\nShe started the rigorous motion, leaning over him. With her breasts swaying inches from his face, he felt her wet fur stain his thighs. At every thrust, they gasped and he felt spikes of ecstasy.\n“Grab my tits, boy,” she staggered. He obeyed, pushing them against each other. He ran his fingers through the deep ruff above.\nBehind her, he suddenly noticed another shadow moving by. A guest. He could have cared, but he didn’t.\nHe wanted her to moan louder. As testimony to how damn big he was. Let the whole bathhouse know.\n“Purr for me, girl.”\nShe frowned a moment, but then leaned down, putting her chest against his. He felt her rumbling over his skin, and he put his hands on her rear, taking over the motion. \nAs he came through the soft vibrations, he couldn’t hold back a faint voice in his head. One telling him he had somehow expected more.\n“That’s a good boy,” she said as he pulled out and felt his cum spill.\nShe pulled off him and started stretching her limbs. A series of motions that conveniently showed off her curves. How she trembled, her tail shivering at the treatment she had received. How he had left his mark inside her.\nShe positioned herself on her knees and pouted lightly. “I’m sorry. I can’t purr like the other cats. I can do a lot of things. But the deep, thunderous purr a lot of men come looking for… I… just can’t do that. I can tell you which cats do it best. If that’s something you’re looking for.”\nBecause she was half-blooded. He felt a pit in his stomach. He had been too stupid to think that far. Hadn’t researched the most obvious. And now, he had made her feel inadequate. “I… I should have known. I’m sorry.”\n“Oh no, don’t worry, it’s alright.” She crawled in and put her arms around him. “It happens all the time.”\nHe tightened his lips, then sighed. “Thank you. That was wonderful.” He rose, leaving her arms and started taking on his clothes.\n\n________________________________________\n\nThe whole damn place smelled like sex. Every reasonable thought within Ashka begged her to run off and find some peace and quiet. Where the slow regard of the world around her surrendered to her more readily.\nBut leaving meant abandoning Ilier. Seeing her eyes again, her dark spots. It was a crystalline, welcome sensation. They had always known their way around each other like a swallow knows its way through the air.\nShe sat on top of the tallest building. Out of the corners of her eyes, she refused to count the sexual activities committed in the open. As if in passionate stupor, they just assumed that the rest of the world was as blind to them as they were to the world.\nHer thighs strained against each other. The twists her stomach made had only seemed to worsen, as the light of day waned. It… felt like a terrible place to be doing it. But she needed to touch herself. One had needs. There was no shame in that. But it would bring about memories of what she used to do with Ilier. Images of what her sister was probably doing right now.\nShe slid her hand down her stomach. She grazed herself tentatively with a finger. She breathed in deep as her fur stood on end. Safe thoughts. Nothing of Ilier. Thoughts of a pretty kalikan boy, as she entered herself.\nShe allowed the scents to aid her. They were auxiliary. Not in themselves poisonous. The heavy presence of body heat and… By the stars, she could smell their seed. \nKalikan didn’t smell like that. She released an uncontrolled gasp as she added another finger. Vigo had smelled like that. Experience handling fickle bodies? Could he pin her down? No matter what anger she could muster to punish him and his haughty, vicious smile.\nNo, that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her to lie down on her own and show him that he didn’t need to hold her. How she hated him. How she hated the image of her lying there, ready, receptive, waiting for him. For him to do exactly what he wanted. To tell her how embarrassing it was that she had been so insistent only to give up. And after him, everybody else.\nLow. Pathetic. Deviant waste! The hate wouldn’t rest.\nShe shook, growling relentlessly. As her senses converged in a bright flash, her sanity seized her and she opened her eyes wide. She retracted her fingers. She put her hand behind her and tried to forget that she had soaked it.\nThey were all worthless. Mindless. But her sister. She could save her sister. If she could resist, then so could Ilier. She needed to try again. She would listen. Once she remembered what they once had.\nThe evening was coming. The inhabitants of the bathhouse were gathering in the largest of the open areas. The event? She went over the rooftops and found a pocket between two chimneys where she was out of sight. Ilier was down there. Beside Vigo.\nShe felt jealousy and along with it, her hate rose to degrees she hadn’t known before.\n\n________________________________________\n\nThe two brothers had found a central table in the Court, where the view was up to Enarov’s standards. The Court was a plateaued terrace in the open, the edges of which angled into the running water around the bathhouse. Well-placed trees and bush gave the guests shade from the evening sun.\nA long table held the glorious arrangement of food prepared for them. Three cats frequently passed among the guests, to see if they needed drinks. One of them was Fiffi. She smiled at Bazarov as they exchanged glances. He was vaguely comforted that she didn’t seem offended.\nWhen full, he passed her his plate as she moved by. He eyed the table furthest back, where Enarov had pointed Vigo out for him. Ilier sat beside him, the only cat not on the move. Even if he supposed he had seen too few kalikan, it was no feat to tell that Ilier was beautiful. She wore a simple, blood red dress in a tight fit that revealed most contours of her body. Even with a chest lacking volume, her shape… pulled at him. Her hair was done in a long, thick braid, something he had understood was her “thing”. He noted that her black spots were more prominent than the others’ and darkened her fur significantly.\nVigo himself was older than he had expected. He wore a well-trimmed, pointy beard and fine wrinkles around his eyes. He squinted knowingly at the spectacle around him. Enarov’s talk with him had gone over well, apparently. He had secured an appointment this very night.\nBy the edge of the Court still lit by the sun, there was a wooden arrangement, like a stage, something that looked capable of being packed up and down with relative ease. There was expectancy in the air, as the guests heard rummaging behind it.\n“Do I have a big penis?” Bazarov asked his brother.\n“Excuse me?”\n“Fiffi told me I have a big dick. Did she lie?”\nEnarov hummed, as if thinking hard. “Your dick is above average. Don’t worry.” He shook his head. “I never understood the strange desire men have for comparing dicks.”\n“That’s easy for someone like you to say.”\nHe opened this mouth to say something, but seemed to reconsider. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He raised his drink and Bazarov hesitantly raised his own against it. “To four weeks of uncomfortable questions!” \nBazarov nodded as he drank. “I think we’re well past uncomfortable.”\nThen he noticed something over Enarov’s shoulder. A cat they hadn’t seen before. Her fur was white-gray, still spotted black. She wore twin tails and a wide-skirted, ornate dress. Along her arms were long white gloves and her lean legs wore matching stockings. And she was about several heads shorter than the human waiter standing beside her. \n“By Feliritas, what am I looking at?”\nEnarov looked over his shoulder and followed Bazarov’s eyes. “What, Afelia?”\n“She’s just a child.” Yet still wearing clothes that strained against her muscles. A tail that lifted her skirt as if… she wanted something. \nEnarov wavered his head. “She looks like a child,” he corrected.\n Afelia and the waiter moved for them. Around them, the other guests noticed them too. \n“Is she… working here?”\n“That she is, though not under the same conditions as the others.”\n“How old is she?” By human standards, he would have guessed she was twelve or thirteen summers old at most.\n“I’d take a guess, but I have no idea how kalikan age. You could ask her, but I guarantee you that she will lie. I have heard her say twenty, thirty to the uncomfortable. And I’ve heard her say ten to the shameless.”\nAnd which of those would you be? “Did you sleep with her?”\n“No. Though not for the reason you might think.”\nHe held his tongue the moment Afelia and the waiter stepped up before their table. Silence fell over the Court. He heard the other guests try to hold back laughter. Then he noticed that the waiter wore a musical horn strapped over his shoulder. Afelia wore a small, crystal tiara. She was shoed with bindings decorated with crystal as well.\nBefore Bazarov was about to ask what was going on, she coughed insistently into her hand and the waiter seemed to remember where he was. He positioned himself solidly where he stood and lifted the horn with both hands. Then he blew three low notes and one high, dragging on until his lungs could no longer sustain it. He let the horn drop and made a sweeping motion with his hand towards Afelia. “I present to you. Princess Afelia Silktail of the Autumn Falls Bathhouse. Most beautiful cat in Iristar. Behold!”\nAfelia giggled proudly, tugged at her skirt and bowed. Then she turned, bent forward and lifted her tail to reveal a glimpse of her underwear. Bazarov smiled nervously, trying to remain calm. He was unsure if it was somehow impolite to look away. He took a sip of his drink. Enarov sat calmly watching. \nShe engaged in a sort of dance routine, rotating on the spot. She fanned out her arms, presumably imitating a blooming flower, then falling petals. She displayed how she could touch her leg to her nose as she stood on the other. Certainly graceful, even if a little misplaced.\nWhen she was done, no one present was in doubt what she wore beneath the dress.\nShe bowed one last time and folded her hands innocuously in front of her. \n“Gentlemen,” the waiter said. “Might I interest either of you in buying the princess’ virginity?”\nVirginity? Bazarov spat out his drink.\nAs several tables around them burst out laughing, Afelia stomped towards the waiter. “Karl, you absolute buffoon. You have to ease into it, otherwise it’ll look like a joke outright.” She threw up her hands. “I should have Vigo doing this for me, you’re dreadful.” \n“Apologies. Your highness.”\nAs Karl turned his eyes down and walked off, Afelia leaned over the brothers’ table, arching her back. She made wide eyes, first at Bazarov, then at Enarov. “Tempted?”\n“What’s the price?” Enarov asked.\n“One thousand hard silver bits.”\nThe number had Bazarov gasping. That was twice what the entire stay had costed. For both of them.\n“You raised it?” Enarov laughed forcefully. “Good luck with that, my lady.”\nShe perked her ears resolutely. “That’s ‘your highness’, to you.”\nHe nodded in an exaggerated manner. “Good luck with that, your highness.” \n“How about you?” she asked, turning to Bazarov. “I’ll give you the night of your life. I’m so tight you’ll need ten horses to pull you out after you’re finished.” She kissed the tip of her finger and with a slow motion placed it on his cheek.\nBazarov frowned at the warm sensation she had left on him. “I have a question.”\nShe frowned back and scoffed. “Go ahead.”\n“Answer quickly. How old are you?”\n“Old enough.”\n“Specifics, please.”\nShe rubbed her fingers against each other. “Money, please.”\n“What do you need money for?” How much of the outrageous price would she actually get herself? Any at all?\n“To skip over the lakes. What business is that of yours?\nBazarov narrowed his eyes with an uncertain smile. “I will give you one hundred hard bits. Not a bit more.”\nShe arched her eyebrows furiously and opened her mouth in outright shock. “You… you disrespectful… low… thick-skulled… absolute…!”\n“Buffoon?”\nShe hammered her palms into the table, turned around and marched off at a spiteful pace.\nThe other guests gradually returned their attentions to their own conversations. He figured they had all received similar treatments at one point or another.\n“Aren’t there laws against posing as royalty?” he asked.\nEnarov wore his most patronizing look. “Surely, you wouldn’t deny a little girl her wish to play princess, would you?”\n“Not at all. I’m just saying it’s lucky that we’re not closer to the Capital.”\nAfelia slammed the door by the far edge of the Court. \nEnarov chuckled. “I think you might have lost any chance at a discount.”\nBazarov shrugged. “I gave her a perfect excuse to play offended. Seems like that means far more to her than any sort of money.” He downed the rest of his drink. “A thousand hard bits was enough to keep you from her. I’m surprised.”\n“Easy on the alcohol there, Baz. No, I didn’t sleep with her, because that ridiculously high price is a convenient excuse to have men fuck her in the ass. And I’m just not into that.”\nBazarov skewed his head in faint surprise. He wasn’t into that, of all things? “What a deranged… little girl. Is she actually a virgin? I mean, for that price, there’s got to be some sort of guarantee.”\n“There are… possibilities for a guarantee, if you’re that curious. Though, Baz. I would be truly surprised if that was the direction you took.”\nHe froze, but then shook his head and frantically waved Enarov off. “I swear to you, the thought of something that tiny between any man’s hands has me… shivering something fierce.”\nEnarov nodded. “To ease your mind, remember that I was here two years ago. And it doesn’t look like she’s grown at all since then. Maybe a tiny bit.”\nI’m perfectly at ease, thank you. “Some sort of sorcery, then?”\n“Probably. But I couldn’t tell you where the sorcery ends and the cat begins.”\nThe conversation was interrupted at Tekko’s voice chiming over the tables. “Ladies and gentlemen!”\nAll gazes turned towards the stage, where he stood in his frilly dress, tossing his hip to the side at their attention. He wore his hair in a ponytail bound with purple flowers. Thunderthistle blossoms?\nBazarov fought hard to imagine male parts beneath the cat’s clothes. He supposed he could tell that his shoulders were ever so slightly wider. But his voice was perfectly female.\nBehind Tekko hung a velvet curtain.\n“I hope you have all enjoyed the meal. I hope you are enjoying your stay at the Autumn Falls Bathhouse. The view, the service, and not least of all, the girls. We are about to–…”\n“Girls?” a guest called, interrupting. “Hey, Tekko! Show us your dick!”\nTekko gave a sliver of a smile. “I would have to ask to see yours first, but I’m afraid it’d get quite embarrassing when people see I’m bigger than you.” Laughter ensued. The guest turned his head down, raising his hands, as if admitting defeat.\nEnarov leaned towards Bazarov and whispered. “Interesting fact: Most any one of us has a big penis to the cats. Kalikan males have tiny, tiny peckers.”\n“That does explain a thing or two.”\nTekko looked around. “Anyone else?”\nAnother guest joined in. “I’ve heard you can fit a watermelon up your ass!”\nTekko spread his arms apologetically. “Not quite as impressive as you fitting your head up your ass. I’d love to see that again.”\nAt humbling laughter over the Court, no others seemed to want to take a poke.\n“Is this… normal?” Bazarov asked.\n“Uh,” Enarov said. “I don’t think so. I imagine some of them might have a game of it going. Seeing whether Tekko has banter up his sleeve for everything.”\n“Without further ado!” Tekko went on. “We are about to make your night lengths more interesting. I now present to you: our newest kalikan beauty. Biyel!”\nHe took a step back and tore down the curtain. It fell with a spectacle of rose petals released like snow. Behind him were a kalikan on her knees. She wore a leash on her collar, connecting her to a solid pole beside her. The audience began cheering and whistling.\nShe did wear spectacles. Big, round ones with a silver rim, matching her ruffled hair. They didn’t rest on her ears, like they would on a human. Rather they were somehow fastened to the bridge of her nose.\nAround her, pillows and duvets were scattered.\nShe looked tiny. Not in that she was small. But she was cowering, looking down. As if she were on trial. Bazarov curiously noted that it was probably an effect of her tail being tucked between her legs. He felt a sting of something like sympathy.\nTekko went to her side and pulled her up by the leash. She brought her hands to her throat at a faint gasp. He spoke loudly, so he’d be heard through the cheering. “Biyel is very, very hungry, and I see we have a ton of leftovers. But since she is new, she hasn’t earned her pay yet. She is a very disobedient kitten, so you all have to help me watch that she does absolutely nothing without being told to. Doesn’t speak, doesn’t bat her tail. Only when she’s shown proper respect, she will get fed.”\nThe audience roared. Beside Bazarov, Enarov put his hands to his mouth and shouted along. As he clapped, he leaned towards Bazarov. “A fine specimen, I must say. I do like the spectacles.”\nBazarov saw her tail shivering. “Do you have to talk about them like they’re livestock?”\n“Have you looked at the arrangement, Baz?” Enarov motioned towards the stage. “Livestock is the idea.”\nTekko let go of the leash and Biyel dropped, panting. “Who wants to break her in?”\nA handful of guests practically leapt to their feet.\n“Do you mind?” Enarov asked.\nBazarov held his eyes fixed on Biyel as his fingers started drumming on the table. “By all means, go ahead.”\nEnarov followed the others to the stage. Bazarov looked to the other tables. A few people got up to leave, it seemed, including the couple he had first seen when they’d arrived. He huffed. He would stay. Even if he didn’t have the stomach to go up there.\nEnarov reached the stage as one of the other quests pulled Biyel up by the leash. Enarov received an encouraging nod and he undid his pants.\nThey started giving her orders. Open your mouth.\nThey didn’t have the patience for a slow start, it seemed. Holding her in place, they took turns shoving their dicks down her throat. Her ears remained humbly lowered. Her tail was motionless, something that struck him as odd for this creature.\nThey rotated with almost rehearsed efficiency. She seemed to keep her eyes shut, as if wanting to forget they were there. She whined at them hammering against her mouth.\nAs they ejaculated over her, one by one, her fur steadily became oily and sticky. At a command, she cupped her hands before her. She looked away as they were filled with seed.\nBazarov glanced to the side. Vigo was silently watching, along with a few other guests. Without turning his head, he was fairly sure that Ilier was pleasing him beneath the table.\nAs the men appeared to want to take a break, Biyel put her hands humbly in her lap and eyed the leftovers on the long table. “I…”\nOne of the guests slapped her, cutting her off. “Have you been given permission to speak?” Laughter ensued.\nAs the guests, including Enarov, finally went for the food, Tekko approached. He had been silently watching.\nHe lifted his skirt, pulled down his underwear and sure enough, he had a dick. Perhaps not the tiniest that one could imagine, but a size that would have had Bazarov feel ashamed, he was sure. Tekko guided Biyel, and she diligently sucked. When the guests returned with shreds of meat and soggy vegetables, Tekko came over Biyel’s tongue.\nShe swallowed, followed by a tiny graceful bow and after appreciatively ruffling her hair, Tekko stepped off.\nThe men presented the food they had brought. Biyel reached for it, but they swiftly pulled it out of her reach. She tried standing up, but was forcefully put back on her knees. They ran her in circles as she chased for it. Only after a long while of teasing did they throw the food into the air. When she invariably didn’t catch it, they held her arms and made her eat it from the floor without them.\nWhen they ran out of food, they took her spectacles. They started throwing them back and forth among each other.  \nThey watched her try feeling her way, as she helplessly reached out for the them. “Please…” she stammered, but then she was slapped for talking. She was met with humbling laughter when she finally caught them.\nAs some of them had seemed to regain some vigor, they started positioning her among the pillows. They explored her holes, first with their fingers. They had her suck them, licking her own juices. Then they took turns with their dicks. Enarov held her light body fixed in the air, while the others went up her pussy and her ass. She whimpered but was soon shut up by a dick down her throat. \nBazarov noted Enarov staying clear of her rear.\nBefore long, Enarov looked up at the fading light of the evening. He left the stage, donning his pants as he walked for his brother, who was stubbornly drinking the lasts drops of the drink before him.\n“I have that appointment,” he said. “Are you staying here?”\n“I am.”\nEnarov looked back and forth between the stage and Bazarov, as if confused. “Uh, yes. Suit yourself.” He nodded towards Vigo and Ilier’s table. At a wave of Vigo’s hand, Ilier rose and followed Enarov. As she passed by, Bazarov eyed Ilier’s braid closely. It was long enough to graze her rear. He felt his fingers grab at empty air. \nAs the show went on, Tekko started helping the other cats clean up the leftovers of the food. When there was no more work to do, they disappeared. \nOne by one, the men left for other engagements. Biyel was given breaks more often. The daylight faded steadily and the warmth with it. Before the last man was done with Biyel, Vigo rose as well. Moments after, Bazarov was the only one watching.\nFinally, Biyel received the final load and she was left alone on the stage. The Court was abandoned, save Bazarov in the shadows and Biyel in the flickering lights of the Bathhouse’s windows. She lay sunken into pillows and curled her back in ways that seemed to convey discomfort. \nHe reached into one of his pockets and found a canister. As he opened it, he watched her slowly make her way into sitting position. He brought a roll of thunderthistle tobacco to his lips. It was a weak strain, but he wasn’t exactly a proper aficionado. With a compact device, he lit a flame. An expensive gadget. One he had gotten as a gift from his father at the last midsummer festival. He breathed in and let the smoke fill his lungs, then his body.\nShe sat looking intently at the violet moonlight. He felt thoughts grow vaguer. Desires grow more vivid.\nHe was unsure if she was aware of his presence. Surely it didn’t take much of a nose to notice the smell of the smoke. Yet she didn’t look in his direction. \nHe waited until the roll was just a smoldering stub. He extinguished it on his boot and tossed it into the bushes. With senses obeying him less, he rose and walked towards the stage. She turned and looked him in the eyes as he stepped up before her.\nHe was sure her wide eyes were enlarged by the spectacles she wore. The fur on her cheeks was thicker than average. It gave her a near circular face. He imagined she would have looked perfectly cuddly, if it wasn’t because her fur was flat with cum.\nHe breathed in. “Answer a question for me.”\nShe nodded, as if still afraid she’d be punished for talking.\n“Is this something you have agreed to do in exchange for the spectacles you’re wearing? As a form of payment? I know how expensive those are.”\n“Th–… they were a gift,” she said. “For joining the Bathhouse. But not a payment as such.” She waved her tail slowly. Something he hadn’t seen her do before.\n“Did you pull the short straw, having to do this show? Do you do rotations? Is it just the lot of the one lowest in the charts?”\nShe frowned as if deeply confused by his words. She wrapped her arms around herself, stroking her fur pensively. “No, you misunderstand,” she muttered. “I specifically requested this. I traveled a thousand miles to the only place in Iristar where I would feel safe doing it.”\nHe matched her frown. “You specifically requested being starved unless you allowed an entire crowd of men to do exactly what they wanted with you? Knowing how deranged men can be? Being forced to sleep outside?”\nShe took a moment, but then nodded slowly. “Aside from the fact that I don’t actually get hungry, yes. I’m also used to sleeping outside.”\nHe felt an unsettling curiosity. “Tell me. Why?”\n“What do you mean ‘why’?” she said on a lively note, but then subdued her voice. “For the same reason you’re here, I assume. Pleasure.”\nWhen under the influence of thunderthistle, he said some things by reflex. “Pleasure is secondary.”\n“Ah, a philosopher. Here to take all the fun out of everything.”\nHe felt a foreign anger. Some frustration with the fact that something like this existed. Something willing to sell its freedom. No, he was almost sure… Not even selling, giving it away for nothing. “I am here to feel powerful,” he said. “To feel free. I can do whatever I want. To anyone I want.” He reached out and touched the fur on her cheek. The other men’s cum. “And for that. You must feel powerless.”\nShe hummed. “Quite the observation. We fit. Earth and air. Two halves. Harmony. Why are you so pouty?”\nHe gritted his teeth. “Life does not work like that. We don’t all just come together in rotten harmony.” He tensed his fingers, gripping at her. She winced as he whispered. “You cannot spin happiness from nothing.”\n“So,” she whimpered. “You’re calling me a liar.”\n“One of us is.” He reached out with his other hand and touched the rim of her spectacles. So solid. They seemed out of place on the otherwise soft-looking creature. “Do you like these? Do they give you fond thoughts of being a little special? Recognizable?”\nShe nodded. “Yes. I like how they help me see. People tell me they look pretty. That warms me.”\nWith a whip of his wrist, he tore them off. It would sting where they pinched on her bridge. He inspected them and then looked at her without them. If not for the irritatingly naïve depth of her eyes and her soft cheeks, she was just like the rest of them. He kicked away the pillows around his feet.\nShe looked down. Looked up. Arched her eyebrows pathetically. “You… you wouldn’t… they’re new…”\nHe held out his hand. He let go. The spectacles struck the floorboards. He lifted his boot and before he allowed the voice of reason in his head to protest, he stomped. Her fur stood on end at the cold sound creeping up their spines.\nShe pulled her shoulders towards her ears and as she shivered, she looked up. No words, just piercing eyes.\nRetracting his boot, he pointed. “Pick them up, whore.”\nShe crawled towards him. Her hands searched the floor around where she had heard the sound. Finally, she found them. She lifted them hesitantly. Her fingers inspected the damage. \n“Wear them.”\nWhen she had concluded that they would still fit her, she did as he said. \nShe looked up at him as he started undoing his pants. He presented a pounding erection. Her eyes were gleaming. Tears were collecting in the corners. A sight broken up by the lines in the glass of the spectacles.\nAt the sound of her heaving breath, he started stroking. He grabbed her and pulled her closer, pushing her against his balls. Like Tekko’s face against his brother.\n“Say ‘cum on my stupid, ugly spectacles’.”\nHe pulled her back, giving her air. She gaped for a moment, but then tightened her lips. She spoke slowly. “Cum on my… Stupid… Ugly… spectacles.”\nHe clenched his fingers in her hair and snapped her head back. With a staggering breath and sweat collecting on his skin, he kept going furiously. As he reached his limit, he coated her spectacles. Despite having unloaded once after the trip, he still had volumes upon volumes. He made sure to hit her hair. He relished the thought that she would have to sleep with it before getting to bathe.\nHe groaned and finally let go of her. A burning sensation lived in his limbs. It didn’t settle. He didn’t stop.  “Now,” he said, looking at the curtains he had drawn on the glass. She glared at him from the other side. “Lick them clean.”\nAfter a few long moments, she nodded. With uncertain hands, she took them off and turned them. With eyes fixated on the ground, she opened her mouth. She pushed the broken glass against her tongue and started steady, lazy licks. \nShe swallowed with a heavy sound. Then she repeated the process for the other glass. When she was done, she put the dewy spectacles back on. Not entirely clean, but it seemed she didn’t have stomach for more. \n“Say ‘thank you for the meal, sir’.”\n“I don’t…”\n“Say it!”\n“Thank you for the meal, sir.” Spite was seeping into her words. Tears were spilling into her fur.\n“Say ‘It’s all I’m worth’.”\nShe gave a faint snarl. “It’s… all I’m worth.”\nHe was already getting hard again.\nHe pushed her over and grabbed her tail. He pulled her rear into position. As he entered her pussy, she gave a sharp squeal. He disregarded the distinct sensation of cum already inside her. He thrusted and instinctively her muscles seemed to match his movement. He went on for a minute but at his strange anger, it was suddenly not enough.\nAfter a brief exercising of her sphincter with two fingers, he pulled out her pussy and went up her ass. It was an easier fit than he had expected. She cried out like an animal.\nTight as nothing he had imagined. He groaned against the night sky as she sobbed.\nWhen he was pushing the deepest, he toyed with imagining that Biyel was a little smaller. That maybe she had a pretentious idea that she was a princess. That he had slapped the smirk off her face and that she lay crying because he had taken her stupidly adorable crown from her.\nHe considered asking her to purr, but for all he knew, purring required a certain mood or something of the sort.\nHe certainly didn’t want to look like an idiot.\n\n________________________________________\n\nAshka looked on, feeling hatred and lust in equal parts.\nShe looked at the man mistreating the tied up cat. No scent of apology on him. Just the dreadful smell of burnt thunderthistle. Worthless, vile…\nShe wanted to twist his neck around. To break his legs. To slice up his ball sack, dangling from that hard, well-sized dick of his. \nShe blinked and tried to get a hold of her thoughts. As she looked down, she found her fingers working inside her again. She grumbled, in her now worn frustration. No more touching herself. Today.\nShe felt like she needed to get… cleaned. She snaked down the backside of the building and made her way into the water. After having rinsed her fur thoroughly, she dove under and swam with the current. She surfaced beneath the low hanging leaves of a leaning sycamore tree. She looked at the Bathhouse, soaked in moonlight. The windows with the flickering shadows. The moans faintly reaching her. \nShe could leave now. Never come back. Forget Ilier. \nNo. If nothing else, she had to see her one more time.\nShe landed, went onto the rooftops once more and set her newly cleaned nostrils to search for Ilier’s scent. She shook off the water as she moved. The trail led her back to the building where Vigo resided. A room on the top floor. A wide balcony. Was it Iliers own? It was probably where she took… visitors.\nShe leapt for a tree at a convenient distance from the windows. Positioning herself, she was stunned at how clearly she saw the interior. The soft, yet insistent scarlet light of redstones filled the room.\nIlier was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore bold, black gloves. Over her lap, a muscular man lay limply on his stomach. One who had been present at the event. In his hands, he was caressing her long braid. He wore a leash, one she was tugging at. She was grinning fiendishly. With her other hand, she was whipping his rear with a… riding crop?\nA strange sort of curiosity started blossoming in her. You get to hurt the humans? Somehow, she had thought that the slavery always involved kalikan suffering. Was he enjoying it? \nHis grunts were loud enough to reach her. It certainly seemed so. That took half the fun out of it, didn’t it? Knowing they had asked for it. There wouldn’t be the sweet sensation of knowing they were screaming for help inside.\nShe frowned as Ilier started speaking loudly, probably giving orders. The man crawled and positioned himself on all fours on the bed. Though he was well built and certainly not ugly, the large size of his stature gave her odd feelings. There was something unnatural about him poising his rear for someone as sleek as Ilier.\nFrom behind him, she reached between his legs and took hold of his dick. She pulled it towards her and Ashka saw her gripping him in her claws. As she tore at the leash, forcing him to arch his back, she stroked, caressing him. First fiercely, then mercifully, as if rewarding him for enduring.\nThe reward was brief. The next moment, Ilier let go of the leash and placed her fingers against his rear, between his cheeks. Ashka had to close her eyes at her stomach turning. She couldn’t watch that. Keeping her eyes averted, she moved along the branch she sat on. When she was closest to the balcony, she leapt and caught the handrail. On the soft marble, she crouched, moving beneath a window.\nThe moans were vivid there. He was grunting heavily, staggering. Ilier’s voice was light and rhythmic. It was almost humorous how controlled and measured she was, compared to him.\n“Who’s a bad boy?” she asked.\n“I…” He fought for his words. “I am!”\nAshka put a palm to her mouth as to hold back laughter.\n“Cum for your queen. Show how much you worship me!”\n“Yes! Yes!” He released a drawn out groan and Ashka took the opportunity to let it cover up her chuckling. \nIlier hummed appreciatively, but soon huffed as if he had spat on her. “You got it on me, you disrespectful runt!”\n“I’m… I’m so sorry.”\nShe heard the whipping sound of the riding crop as Ilier spoke. “Don’t. Let. It. Happen. Again.”\n“Ooouw! Of course not!”\nAfter sounds of bodies rearranging, his deep moans were replaced with muted mumbling. Ashka rose carefully and caught a glimpse of the inside, before retracting. The man on his back, Ilier striding over him, grinding against his face.  \nOsh, after an orgasm? Gods, weren’t they done soon?\nAshka tried not to think about Ilier’s rear against his mouth, but the image wouldn’t leave her head.\nSoon, their exhaustion seemed to set in. Vigorous motions died out and the rhythms of their breaths became hypnotizingly slow.  \n“Tha–… Thank you, Ilier,” he said. “I’ve… gone too long without that.”\nShe gave a thoughtful hum. She paused. “Last time you were here, you were getting married. How did that work out for you?”\n“Uh, yes, Myrna. She’s a good wife. She’s watching over the estate. Good with the finances.” \n“What does she think of you… here?” \nHe let out a dejected breath. “She’s under the impression that I am merely chaperoning Bazarov. She would probably tear our eyes out, if she was here this moment.”\nShe laughed a brief, light sound. “I was sure dalliances were… common in central Dellamor.”\n“Common, sure. Doesn’t stop the girls from hoping. She’s of Melian descent too. Very honor-bound people.”\n“Honor can’t keep you from this?”\nHe hissed in pleasure, as she had evidently touched him. “If she would learn to do what you just did, maybe…”\n“Did you talk to her about it?”\nHe sighed. “She doesn’t want to talk about that sort of thing. Gives her a sour taste in the mouth, apparently.”\nAshka knew that taste exactly. \n“That and…” he went on. “She’s just not… you know…”\n“Kalikan.”\nHe laughed. “Yes.”\nSilence settled for a blissful moment. Ashka was allowed to cleanse her thoughts. To focus on the stars above her.\n“You should get going,” Ilier said softly. “I have an, uh… appointment.”\n“Another guest? At this hour?”\n“No, this is a… private engagement. That is, if you don’t think me terribly rude…”\n“Certainly not!” The sound of him rising and starting take on his clothes followed. “Maybe I can still get one last drink with Bazarov.”\n“Thank you.”\n“No problem.” Moments later, she heard the door and then there was no sound but the wind and Ilier’s footsteps. After what had to be her putting away the attire she’d used, she approached the window. It was opened wide above Ashka. She had expected Ilier to smell her.\n“You know what’s incredibly rude?” Ashka looked numbly up and met Ilier’s eyes. “Eavesdropping on lovers.”\nShe kept composed. “You call that love?”\n“A peculiar facet of the language,” Ilier said with a quirk of a smile. “Love means sex.” She reached down as if to caress her, but Ashka swiftly pulled out of reach.\n“Please wash that hand before you get near me.”\n“I was wearing gloves, you sass.”\n“I don’t care.” Ashka rose and put her back against the handrail. “You had him sweating on you. You need to get cleaned.”\nIlier went around and through the door, onto the balcony. She leaned over the handrail by her side. Her tail swept and Ashka relished her scent, even through the traces of the guest. “He’s in good shape,” Ilier said. “He hardly sweats.”\nThey looked sideways at each other. They each seemed to feel at the silence. Not hearing Ilier’s summer soul made it hard to gauge the pace. Ashka longed to embrace her, but she still wasn’t sure of… what Ilier had become. \n“You’re quite happy here?” she asked, finally.\n“I am.” Too certain.\nShe breathed in deep. “I spoke to Vigo.”\n “You did?” Illier hummed in affirmation. “What for?”\n“I wanted him to let you go.”\n“I can go any time I want.”\n“Yes. But you don’t.”\nIlier shrugged as if it was indeed somehow beyond her power.\n“He claimed…” Ashka went on carefully. “He could give me what I wanted. You wanting to go home. He said he might have to hurt your feelings.”\n“Ah.” Ilier tossed her head, rolling her eyes. “And you thought telling me might let me know what a snake he is. That he is toying with me.”\nOut of sight, Ashka dug her claws into her palm. “Hm. Maybe.” \n“I’m not as young as I were, Ash.” Ilier’s ears perked proudly. “I know he is toying with me. Truth be told, he could make me want to go with you.”\nIlier’s careless dismissal gave Ashka a distinctly wry feeling. “But I can’t?”\nShe sighed. “I have impulses I can’t begin justifying to you.”\n“Try me.”\nIlier brought her gaze down. “You make me stubborn, Ash. Of course, I want to see you smile, but I’m also sorry to say that I think there’s a lot you don’t understand.”\n“You’re probably right.” But then explain it to me. Like the idiot I am. “Go on.”\n“He…” She made a grasping gesture before her. “He makes me excited. Him bargaining with me like I’m a thing. In a game with you. It releases something in me.”\nThe pit in her stomach unfolded. “Enough.”\n“Sorry.” She brought her ears down. ”What did he want in return? For giving you what you want?”\n“Too much.”\n“He wants you to work here.” Ilier narrowed her eyes, as if it was the most Vigo thing Vigo could have said. “Your reluctance is a challenge to him. He hasn’t had to properly convince anyone since he… well, since me.” She gleaned sideways at Ashka. “Let me tell you something he probably doesn’t want you to know. He doesn’t think he’s bargaining me away. He is probably confident that when you’ve stayed here long enough, you’re not going to want to leave either.”\nShe nodded uncomfortably. “I had a feeling.”\nIlier’s ears skewed curiously. “You… seem uneasy.” \nAshka damn well knew, and she hated it. There was the looming fear that Vigo’s mind games were somehow that intricate. That she would in fact want to stay. She turned around, facing the gardens and placed herself an inch closer to Ilier. “Because I am…” She loathed that word too. “Horny. And I can’t find proper release.” It had persisted all evening. It had poisoned every other feeling.\nIlier traced her gaze into the night. “Is it… Vigo?” \nHow she hated him. “Yes. It’s Vigo and his damn scent. His eyes.”\n“Yes, he’s quite something.” Ilier gave a short laugh. “I’m glad you don’t find me entirely crazy.”\nShe fought not to growl. “I understand why you have passion for him. I don’t condone it.”\nIlier put a hand on her arm. “All those embers in you wanting to get out. That can’t be healthy.”\nAshka looked at her. It had been too long since they had touched each other. Warmth. She was too tired to complain that Ilier hadn’t washed up yet. “I feel like… I feel…” She honestly didn’t know.\n“Would you…” Ilier spoke slowly. “Do something for me?”\nFocusing on the sensation of her touch, Ashka held her gaze. “What?”\n“Here’s my proposition,” Ilier spoke slowly. “Forget Vigo’s lies. If you do it for me. Whatever he proposed… how much work would he have you do?”\nShe winced. “Reach third place on your damn charts.”\n“Ah. If you reach third place… I will go with you on my accord. If you take a walk in my world, I will come with you back to yours.”\nInside her, there was a peculiar pain. A distant frustration, like not being able to wake from a nightmare. “Why… why would you… force me to go through that? His terms?”\n“Because I am deviant, Ash. Because it gets me going. Forgive me.” Ilier let go of her and looked towards the moon. “And… because I had a dream. A tiny, naïve dream. Of you and me sleeping with a man together. Back then. We were so beautiful. I can stay up at night thinking of how he would have to admire us.”\nBy reflex, she wanted to call out in disgust. But the turnings inside her were holding her back. Spurring her forward. “Vigo…” She tried saying the name without revolt. “Admiring us below him. I don’t want to be below anyone.”\n“And I don’t want to go home. Neither of us get what we want.”\nThe growing knot was starting to torment her. She wanted to scream. Kill it. Could she not give her sister this? She clenched her fists. Spoke lowly. “I will try. This one thing. But only because that scent will haunt me otherwise. And only if he will please me.”\nIlier tried to contain her grin, but her ears gave her away. “He will please you, if you please him.”\n“Fine.”\n“Are you sure?”\nShe breathed in and sensed that if she thought it over, she would only break herself further apart. “Yes, damn it. Let’s get it over with. Before I change my mind.”\n“Oh, Ash!” Ilier leapt against her, throwing her arms around her. “Thank you. Thank you!”\nShe shivered and turned, embracing Ilier fully. Took in her warmth, her scent. She felt a sort of relief.\n“Ash,” Ilier whispered. “Feel that? I smell it on you. The excitement. Don’t be scared.”\n“I…” Holding on, she tried to steady her limbs. “You’ll take the lead, yes?”\n“Of course I will. Come on!” Ilier released Ashka and turned, taking her hand. At a brisk stride, she led the way through the room and towards the door to the hall. “Just go by his pace. He will be a right gentleman, I’m certain.”\nAs they moved deeper into the building, Ashka felt a creeping unease at walking their floors, beneath their roofs. She didn’t know exactly what she could expect from a fox like Vigo acting like a gentleman. She tried to forget the voices in her head talking over each other. Tried to focus on the excitement. The spreading heat in her body.\nAs they reached the end of the hall, they stopped in front of a door. At a step’s distance from each other, they shared a glance.\n“Are you ready?” Ilier asked.\nAshka stood with short breaths. There was a thought she couldn’t hold back. “Will my summer soul go out?”\nIlier froze but then gave her an earnest look. “At first? No. It will dull, if you stay too long. But when we leave, they’ll wake up again. Simple as that.”\nAfter a moment, she nodded. “Alright. I’m ready.”\nIlier took her shoulder. “Here, stand with me.”\nSpeechless, Ashka let Ilier rearrange them so they stood hip to hip. Ilier reached out and carefully knocked the door twice.\n“Come in!” Vigo called.\n“No, come open up, sweetheart,” Ilier said, sending Ashka’s heart to her throat. “I have a surprise.”\nAfter a moment of silence, he laughed softly and she heard him approach the door. “Hm, I’m excited to see what you think can surprise me these days.”\nThe moment the door opened, Ilier snaked against her and with a humbly poised leg on her thigh, she ran her hands through her coat. “Huzzah! Ashka. Or Hyzel, some boys called her. My elder sister. I told you she was prettier than me.”\nHe wore spectacles on his nose like the girl at the event. In his hand he had a small book. “Ah,” he said, looking at her trembling body from head to toe. “Meaning respectively Skipping Stone and Doe. We’ve met.” He wore a robe in what looked to be a soft, dark-red material. He set the book at a table beside the door along with his spectacles. “So, tell me. Did you think about my offer?”\nShe was too focused on his eyes to nod. “I’ve… thought about your offer.”\n“And is this a… polite refusal?”\n“It’s a… it’s…”\nIlier cut in. “It’s a taste. To see if you get her tail curly and her ears perky.”\nAshka suddenly felt an urge to strangle her. “Ilier!”\n“Sorry.”\nHe gave a patronizing smile to Ilier that made Ashka both warm and angry. \nHe nodded to her. “Come on in, then. We’ll take it easy.”\nAs he turned and walked, he dropped his robe on the floor, leaving him naked save his undergarments.\nWith eyes fixed on the muscles straining on his back, Ashka was guided along behind him. Before the bed, he pulled off the last piece of clothing and Ashka almost stopped at the sight of his rear. How could he possibly have skin like that without the touch of a summer soul?\nHe crept onto the bed and moved to put his back against the wall.\nAshka stood embarrassingly still at the foot of the bed. Looking at his rising member. Probably average for a human… a lot larger than she was used to.\nIlier gave her a reassuring pat on the rear and then followed onto the bed. She arched her back, curling her tail as she approached him. With coy eyes turned back at Ashka, she slithered up against him, grabbing his dick. “Come on. Taste him with me.”\nShe blinked once then moved ahead, feeling the sheets beneath her knees. As she reached him, he gave her a small nod. She put her nose closer. Ilier leaned forth and cradling it in her hands, she ran her tongue from bottom to top. The scent of her sister’s saliva mixed with those of him and his skin.\nIlier blinked euphorically. “Your tongue is rough. Get it plenty wet.”\nThinking on Ilier’s words Ashka salivated. Then she opened her mouth hesitantly. Sticking out her tongue, she felt the scents come on stronger. She moved closer. He seemed to be growing beneath Ilier’s licking. Ilier reached out and gently pulled Ashka the final inches’ distance.\nShe tasted it and the warmth in her body leapt. She felt her tongue resist him, she felt his coursing blood. It wasn’t… bad. It was doable. A soft moan left him. Did humans actually enjoy the rough tongues? Of course, she had enjoyed Ilier’s tongue perfectly back then…\nShe let her hand entwine with Ilier’s at the bottom. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t close out Ilier’s giggling smile. Their tongues met at his tip and Ashka shivered. Her sister’s taste. So many senses twisting, roaring against each other. She let the soft, unrestrained groans from Vigo guide her motion. His pulsing against her lips. Her lips against Ilier’s.\nAll the while the burning sensation smoldered down her thighs. She wanted to touch herself, but was severely in doubt about the… order of events.\nBefore she could search for tells from Ilier, Vigo moved from beneath them. He sat up and she placed herself hesitantly before him. She froze at his hand against the fur on her cheek.\n“You do well,” he said, his rugged voice resonating through her. “May I…?” His other hand slid down her ruff. The skin against fur was like rocks through a river. Easy.\n“Yes,” she said, her breath caught in her throat.\nAs she lay herself down on her back and raised her legs, Ilier moved up behind him. Ashka met her eyes briefly. But as Ilier started biting his neck, Vigo’s eyes reclaimed her. His hand descended and soon grazed her where she burned the most. With little resistance, a finger slipped inside her and her eyes shot open. Heat pulsed.\nAfter careful motion up her trembling body, he added another finger. She bit her lip and felt her eyes water. He pushed, almost too careful. Finally, after too long, she felt his dick. On the verge of entering her. The place that was hers more than anything. A human she had just met. One she hated. \nIt would hurt. She had been infatuated with humans. Kissed them, even. But she had never had one inside her. Only kalikan boys. \nShe cried out sharply and he held back.\n“I’m sorry,” he said. She held her breath as he rested against her. “Should I stop?”\n“Go. Slowly.”\nHe put in weight and she bit down, hissing. By the stars, he was large. For a moment, she jovially wondered if this was what a horse felt like. \nAs he started moving shallowly, she forced her body to obey her. Suddenly she wanted it more than it seemed to. She put her legs around him, flattening her ears. As he went deeper, she surrendered. Her tail batted wildly. At the heat, she forgot everything. Her surroundings, her sister, her name. Her gasps. Only his scent remained. \n“What…” she stammered. “What do you like?”\nHe grinned and suddenly his smile wasn’t all that bad. “What I like? What do you like?”\n“Your… scent.”\nHe tensed his muscles as if she had touched his pride. “I hear it’s… overpowering.”\n“Yes…” Oh, the hunger. “Do that.”\n“Overpower you?”\nYes, that. “Come on!”\n“Certainly.”\nOne of his hands grabbed her arm, pushing it into the bed. The other slid through her ruff and up her neck. It gripped against her chin and her cheek, pushing her head back. And as he put in his weight, pushing harder, thrusting her into the sheets, all she could think was, I am beneath him. It was where she wanted to be.\nSuddenly she felt something against her fur… beneath Vigo. A rough tongue, working against where the two of them were joined. Ilier. Oh, exactly what she used to do. Except there had never been a man between them. She was insistent. For a moment, Ashka was sure she felt her tongue inside her. She curled her tail around Ilier in appreciation. \n“Do worse,” she heard herself say. \nHe held back. “Excuse me?”\n“Do worse! You fox!”\nHe hesitated, but then determination shone in his eyes. He pulled out and grabbed her hair. Her precious hair. She cried out as he dragged her to her knees.\n“Open your mouth,” he said fiercely.\nShe obeyed. Not a moment later, his dick was forced against the back of her throat.\nAs she retreated, coughing at a sudden feeling of nausea, he hesitated. She did not want him to hesitate. She had to be a big girl.\nShe leaned forward and through the nausea and the straining against her throat, she guided him down. She tried to signal fortitude with her tail and her ears. Though she wasn’t sure he understood, he picked up the pace again. He slid effortlessly over her tongue, still pulling at her hair. A stinging sensation that fueled an anger that she was only just getting to know. She had to touch herself. Osh, if only there were more Vigos, so both could be done at once.\nIlier crawled up behind her in a soft embrace. She hummed in her ear, a sound that only faintly seemed to reach her.\nShe placed her hands gently on her cheeks, as if wanting to feel the motion herself. “Yes. Suck him dry…” Ilier whispered. “You whore…”\n“Ilier,” Vigo said sternly.\nAs he hesitated, Ashka pulled back, coughing. She looked up him and showed teeth. “Yes, I’m your whore,” she sneered. “Unload in your whore’s mouth.” She opened up. His seed. She had smelled it. Tasted the first drops. Her whole body was waiting for it.\n“That’s a good girl,” he said as he started stroking. She relished the words. That was exactly what she was.\nShe wanted to hold his gaze, but as she saw his ejaculate, she closed her eyes by reflex. Sure enough, he hit her eyelid, but the vast majority landed on her tongue. The taste of salt spread through her saliva. The warm sensation tugged at a sliver of nausea that was crushed beneath the excitement.\nAs she opened her eyes, carefully blinking, Ilier was soon in front of her. “You selfish, little…!” She leaned in, opening her mouth. It enveloped her tongue, and in spite of all reason, Ashka decided that even if this wasn’t the kiss she had wanted, it was far better. The taste of salt was divided between them.\nAs their tongues worked against each other, Ilier’s fingers slid up Ashka’s thigh and entered her. The pounding warmth was on its way to a crescendo even before she reached the deeper parts of her. Ilier curled her fingers slightly, hitting an angle that for a moment robbed Ashka of all sensation.\nThen it rolled in. The promised orgasm. How did she still know exactly where to push? After all these years? She shook and shook, like a windswept willow.\nThe warm taste soon disappeared, seeping down their throats and out the corners of their mouths.\nFinally, Ahska had to lean back, letting go. “E–… enough…”\nBefore falling onto her back among the sheets, she saw Vigo’s soft grin. Not as if he was haughtily relishing a victory. As if he was utterly in awe. Perfect. Soon, he and Ilier dropped beside her.\nThe three of them lay panting among the sheets. After Ilier crawled up, cradling him from his side, Ashka couldn’t help but do the same.\nShe needed to rest. But after that… after that there was a whole night. She had to get cleaned. But… she would get cleaned soon enough.\n“So,” he said. His voice had a wonderful sense of care. “Did I see a curly tail and perky ears?”\n“Shush.” Ashka bit gently at his ear. “Any sass, and I won’t do that again.”\nBut just beneath the surface she hoped fiercely that he would be clever with her. There was something wonderful about that anger.\n\n________________________________________\n\nBazarov moved down the hallways with fading energy. Turning the corner, he stopped in the track. Enarov stood with a puppy-like expression in front of number twelve, his door. As he was about to knock again, Bazarov strode forward. \n“Hey, Baz!” Enarov said as he moved him aside and unlocked the door. “Where have you been? I couldn’t find you.”\n“I went for a little walk. Had a smoke.” As he went inside, he closed the door, before Enarov could step forward. He considered locking it, but even through his poor mood, he knew how rude it would seem. He threw himself on the bed. He took off his boots and threw them onto the floor.\nAfter a moment, there was a tentative knock on the door. “Baz! Are you alright?”\nHe tried to sound calm. “I’m fine, just… we will talk about it tomorrow.” \nAnother moment passed, probably of Enarov considering whether to enter the room uninvited. “Fine. If you say so. Don’t hesitate to come to my room, if you need anything.”\nAs Bazarov leaned back, closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what Enarov would be thinking. Whether he could figure out what had happened, by means of not being a complete idiot. Of course, nothing had happened as such. He had played by the rules Enarov had taught him.\nEven so, he felt terrible. Luckily, the comedown of thunderthistle smoke would make it easy to fall into a deep, spent sleep.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>I can&rsquo;t believe I&rsquo;ve actually written something where the tag &ldquo;vanilla&rdquo; can legitimately be applied. But the story comes before everything else.<br />I present to you, the first part of the tale of the Autumn Falls Bathhouse. A classy whorehouse existing in a golden, prosperous age within my fantasy setting.<br />The whorehouse is unique among humans, because the owner has managed to collect, not just a few, but a wide arrange of the legendary creatures, so-called kalikan, who are apparently willing to do almost anything for the Bathhouse&rsquo;s guests. The creatures, sleek bipedal cats with full ruffs and long tails, are known for being incredibly coy and reluctant to ever engage in anything involving giving up their perfect freedom. Stories describe them as toying with humans when bored, in childish hopes to inspire passion. This means the cats coming to work at the Bathhouse are shunned among their own kin and revered as rarities among humans.<br />If you want the full experience of how they are subverted in this work, I suggest you read my novel, which covers them at a less vulgar angle. (PM me)<br />The story focuses on two characters; Bazarov, who has been brought to the Bathhouse by his brother to get his rocks off before marriage, and Ashka, a conservatively inclined kalikan who has come to save her sister from the evil clutches of prostitution.<br />Along the way, we meet a handful of personalities among the cats. I&rsquo;ve tried to include something for every taste, while still staying faithful to the setting.<br />Writing these is a huge amount of work, and I&rsquo;ve got a lot of things to focus on. If you enjoy this and want to see more, please consider donating to my PayPal at gatekeeper840@gmail.com.<br />For legal reasons I will enclose that the work contains bullying, a trap, a girl who looks underage, incest, and not least of all, long passages of characters developing instead of fucking. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Except maybe imagine that Vigo has a Jake Gyllenhaal-ish look to him.<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><span class='underline'>The Autumn Falls Bathhouse, Part 1</span><br /><strong>Half the Pleasure</strong><br /><br />The Autumn Falls. A landmark in northwestern Dellamor, where the chasms trailing along the Melian border ended in segments of plateaus, chopping the Reign River into intricate curtains of crystalline showers. The formations stretched for miles. The layered city was humid, the air on the verge of thickening into mist. <br />The city itself stretched well beyond the chasms, into fields that held its primary source of prosperity: sugar canes. Less conspicuous areas held thunderthistle; something not condoned by the Capital, but probably too big an income to eradicate.<br />By the deeper parts, where cliffs cradled waterfalls converging into wide lakes, lay the heart of it. The Autumn Falls Bathhouse.<br />There were other bathhouses as well, ones holding ordinary prostitutes. At least some had to have sprouted in na&iuml;ve want of imitation. But the Bathhouse. The one owned by some enigmatic eccentric by the name Vigo Cyr. It was an accomplishment. It violated laws of nature. So he had heard, at least.<br />Bazarov was walking in the heels of Enarov, who was leading the way up the rocky stairs. Behind them, several servants were carrying their belongings. Around them, the drops from nearby falls layered the city with all colors. Ahead, he spotted a set of guards positioned before the belittling mansion.<br />They had arrived with a caravan from south. Their father had sent them on &ldquo;vacation&rdquo;. In reality, there was a tradition for young men to &ldquo;unwind&rdquo; in the weeks leading up to their wedding. You didn&rsquo;t talk about it. But most were smart enough to stretch their legs before being properly shackled by marriage.<br />After having been there during his own excursion, Enarov had insisted on them staying at the Falls. The edge of Dellamor where inhibitions and national pride came to die. Full lodging, full care. Four weeks. Bazarov felt vaguely guilty about them spending several barrels of gold on what would amount to no more than exploration of carnal pleasures.<br />They presented the proper letters at the entrance. The servants delivered the payment and their belongings to the administration. The two ordered drinks in the foyer and sat down on the balconies with a view over a perfectly clear lake. They were close enough to a roaring fall to feel the water on their bare arms.<br />&nbsp;&ldquo;I&rsquo;m telling you&hellip;&rdquo; Enarov said with a sizzling grin. &ldquo;Once you&rsquo;ve felt a kalikan purring while you cum inside her, you&rsquo;re never going to want to go home.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov curled his lips, unsure of what to say.<br />Enarov removed a slice of fruit from his drink to allow a larger swig. He wiped his lips. &ldquo;I know you&rsquo;re nervous. It&rsquo;s perfectly natural. It&rsquo;s like&hellip; sailing for the first time. It&rsquo;s a wide ocean. New ocean. Scary at first. Then the rush will soon enough become comfortable.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I never did like sailing.&rdquo; Bazarov tasted his drink. Some sort of alcoholic lemonade. He winced, finding it strong. <br />He didn&rsquo;t know what to expect. He had seen house cats. Big cats. Tame cats, wild cats. None of them had struck him as sexually enticing, beyond mundane admiration of the lean shape of a predator. He found it hard to imagine that putting a cat&rsquo;s head on a whore&rsquo;s body would somehow imbue the whore with what quite literally sounded like magic. Of course, the stories went that men who met them had nightmares, in fear they wouldn&rsquo;t get to see them again. But stories were just stories. He had never lived a story, it seemed.<br />He took another drink, enduring the sharp taste. &ldquo;And you know. Tia isn&rsquo;t exactly comfortable with the endeavor. I find it hard not to consider her.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;We talked about this. Forget her. You have the whole rest of your life to worship her. You won&rsquo;t be able to earn release, if you don&rsquo;t let go.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov shrugged. &ldquo;I suppose so.&rdquo; It wasn&rsquo;t like he didn&rsquo;t enjoy the idea of a good prostitute. But being with one probably shouldn&rsquo;t be entirely shameless. Enarov was long married. Bazarov doubted the man would be able to keep himself in check. <br />Their head servant approached and humbly bowed to them. &ldquo;Gentlemen. We are about ready to leave.&rdquo; <br />The servants were needed at home and paying for their stay would be more expensive than merely sending them home. Bazarov felt certain that living without their own servants wouldn&rsquo;t be unbearable.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; Enarov said. &ldquo;Hold on a moment.&rdquo; He pulled out a letter from his inner pocket. One he had written on the way there. He quickly glossed it over. &ldquo;Seems in order.&rdquo; He folded it and passed it to the servant. &ldquo;Would you be as kind as to bring this to our dear father?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Certainly, master.&rdquo; The servant bowed once more before leaving.<br />Bazarov looked after him. He looked at the staff of the Bathhouse. All distinctly human. &ldquo;So. You&rsquo;ve talked your ass off about these blasted kalikan. One would have thought I would have seen one by now.&rdquo;<br />Enarov gave him a patronizing frown. &ldquo;Now, if everyone could just walk up and see the merchandize without paying, the mystery would wear off.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You mean I don&rsquo;t get to feel better than the peasants.&rdquo; Bazarov let himself smile.<br />Enarov laughed. &ldquo;Exactly. That is half the pleasure.&rdquo; <br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />The Autumn Falls are the quintessence of Dellamorian depravity.<br />So father had told her. That they stained the promise of keeping beauty on its toes. That they lost themselves in selfindulgence.<br />Beneath her, the gardens and basins of the Bathhouse lay, weaving with the falls&rsquo; water.<br />Ashka found it hard to believe. A place where kalikan actively went to be rid of freedom rather than chasing for it. She refused to believe it. Kalikan taking what made them enticing &ndash; what made them legendary &ndash; and just giving it away. Not even that, spitting on it, pissing on it and dragging it through mud. <br />A curious sort of anger had brought her there. Ilier, her sister, was lost. Down there somewhere. Nobody had wanted to go look for her. Nobody thought she deserved to be looked for. Ashka had collected herself, hadn&rsquo;t wanted to be home for a while. She&rsquo;d gone, if for nothing else to see if Ilier&rsquo;s sickness was incurable.<br />The lands were low, so the summer in which she arrived was warmer than she found comfortable. But the humidity. It made every scent repeat in her mind thrice over. Her body wanted nothing but to dart off. Too many humans. Being here was asking for trouble.<br />None of her kin were shielding their scents. Shameless. Animals. There was something like twenty of them. Too many. All of them traitors. She huffed. One of them was her sister. Whatever sins she had committed, they would have to be forgivable.<br />She approached.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />&ldquo;Any questions?&rdquo; the girl at the counter asked. <br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve got him covered,&rdquo; Enarov said as he took the keys she had put forth. <br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t forget&hellip;&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;We have a new girl being initiated today. There is an event during dinner. Biyel, they call her.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah! Interesting.&rdquo; He looked into the ceiling, pondering for a moment. &ldquo;What&rsquo;s her thing?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Her&hellip; thing? Sir?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes, I know how Vigo loves to brand his girls. Ilier has the &lsquo;slick as an eel&rsquo;, &lsquo;unabashed&rsquo; kind of deal going on. Does that thing with her hair&hellip; I hear. There&rsquo;s one who claims to be able to make you finish without touching your member. Helps selling them as&hellip; personalities.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah, I see. Uh. Yeah, I don&rsquo;t think they have&hellip; that quite worked out yet.&rdquo;<br />He shook a finger knowingly. &ldquo;Maybe I&rsquo;ll give him some ideas.&rdquo;<br />She widened her eyes suddenly. &ldquo;She uses spectacles.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov frowned. &ldquo;She does what now?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;She doesn&rsquo;t see well,&rdquo; she said, making a rolling motion with her hand. &ldquo;Vigo had spectacles made for her.&rdquo; She formed two circles before her eyes with her fingers and the brothers nodded in understanding. &ldquo;Some find it arousing. It seems to be a trend in Eos. I don&rsquo;t know if it might suit your tastes.&rdquo;<br />Enarov nodded enthusiastically. &ldquo;Might. Might not. We&rsquo;ll see.&rdquo;<br />He pulled Bazarov towards the massive wooden doors that separated them from the Bathhouse proper. A guard stepped in and dragged it open for them. <br />&ldquo;So,&rdquo; Enarov said. &ldquo;Full care. The first thing you have to do is familiarize yourself with the code of conduct. Nobody will check to see if you know it by heart, but if you break it, Vigo is authorized to have your hands severed by the city guard. Don&rsquo;t worry. It&rsquo;s hardly complicated.&rdquo;<br />Before them, in a small alcove opening into a large garden, stood a pedestal with a single, framed piece of paper.<br />Bazarov stepped forward and studied the intricate handwriting.<br /><br />Vigo Cyr kindly welcomes you to the Autumn Falls Bathhouse<br />The rules are as follows:<br />1.\tDon&rsquo;t be unnecessarily loud. We are a refined establishment. Let&rsquo;s keep it as such.<br /><br />He looked up. &ldquo;Who defines what is &lsquo;necessary&rsquo; or not&hellip;?&rdquo;<br />Enarov shrugged, with a flippant throw of his hand. &ldquo;If you have to be loud, it can be arranged, I&rsquo;m sure.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov shook his head and read on.<br /><br />2.\tDon&rsquo;t harass any of the other guests. Each is entitled to his or her peculiarities.<br />3.\tThe cats are &ndash; contrary to popular belief &ndash; not obligated to fulfil every request made to them. Each of them must necessarily have limits. If this causes issues, I may occasionally be available to take complaints.<br /><br />&ldquo;What&ndash;&hellip;?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It basically means that if you put enough money on the table, Vigo can convince them to&hellip; well. Do stuff they wouldn&rsquo;t otherwise do.&rdquo;<br /><br />4.\tNo cuts, bruises or other permanent or semi-permanent damage on the cats. If you have issues with aggression or other lack of inhibition, visit the apothecary for a sedative. The cats will tell on you.<br /><br />Bazarov glanced back, noting the guards looming behind them.<br /><br />5.\tRespect the schedule.<br />6.\tSexual activities will be contained to the designated areas.<br />7.\tThe cats&rsquo; collars may under no circumstances be removed.<br />8.\tDon&rsquo;t fall in love. They won&rsquo;t.<br /><br />At the bottom, Vigo Cyr&rsquo;s name was signed in large, graceful letters.<br />&ldquo;Quite a personality, this man,&rdquo; Bazarov said. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t fall in love. What does he care?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;If I&rsquo;m not mistaken, there has been several occasions where customers got&hellip; possessive. Attempted to buy a cat home. And that&rsquo;s just not possible.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Why not?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;The terms of their&hellip; contracts are&hellip; complicated.&rdquo; Enarov wavered a hand uncertainly. &ldquo;I&hellip; will explain later.&rdquo;<br />They stepped forth, into the heavy sunlight embracing the vividly green plants rolling around the basins and finely cut rock formations. The first thing Bazarov noticed was the scent. A sweet haze, not quite like perfume. Then he saw the cats.<br />Two in the water, sleek and wet, against another guest. One was carrying a tray with drinks, moving towards a table with what looked like two guests in a romantic engagement. The cats all wore black collars, denting the thick fur on their chests.<br />&ldquo;New guests!&rdquo; sounded a sharp, rolling voice. <br />Bazarov straightened his back by reflex.<br />&ldquo;Hiiiiiii,&rdquo; she chimed as she leapt in from the side, positioning herself before them. &ldquo;Hi, hello. Welcome to the Autumn Falls Bathhouse.&rdquo;<br />The creature was dressed in a traditional Dellamorian dress. A lot shorter than he was used to. Her hair was set in matching twin tails, as was custom.<br />She crossed her legs, lifted the skirt and bowed lightly. &ldquo;My name is Tekko. I&rsquo;ll be your greeter today.&rdquo;<br />As she leaned forward, her thick tail whipped coyly behind her. It was golden brown, spotted in black. Her hair was light gray, almost white. Colors she seemed to share with the other kalikan. As she looked up, silver eyes met him. He found her face&hellip; cute, if nothing else. Certainly not beastly, as he might have feared. <br />&ldquo;Tekko!&rdquo; Enarov called and fanned out his arms. &ldquo;Long time, no see!&rdquo;<br />Tekko raised an eyebrow in a moment of confusion, before returning a smile. &ldquo;Ohhh, yes, oh, hi!&rdquo; They embraced briefly. Enarov unmistakably touched her rear before letting go.<br />They stood looking at each other.<br />&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t remember my name, do you?&rdquo;<br />She snapped her fingers. &ldquo;It was something like&hellip; Elbe&hellip; Ana&hellip;&rdquo; She grunted as if losing patience with herself. &ldquo;You were the one with the spanking fetish. I remember you, just not the name.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov leaned in and whispered. &ldquo;Spanking fetish?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Shush!&rdquo; Enarov hissed. He reclaimed a smile. &ldquo;I am Enarov. Close. This is my brother, Bazarov. We&rsquo;ll be staying for four weeks. You may show us our rooms.&rdquo; He passed her the keys.<br />&ldquo;Ah, yes,&rdquo; she said, taking them reverently. &ldquo;Number ten and twelve, right this way gentlemen.&rdquo; She turned and they followed along hallways roofed with foliage. Sunlight sifted through and glared off the spots in her fur coat. Her feet &ndash; or paws rather &ndash; didn&rsquo;t seem like they would fit common shoes. She was wearing what looked like soft leather bindings that allowed her toes to breathe.<br />As she moved, Bazarov couldn&rsquo;t help but dwell on the way her tail swayed in concert with her ears. Oh, there it was. Sexual feelings on the rise. Visions of what he was perfectly allowed to do with this creature.<br />&ldquo;Greeting duty, eh?&rdquo; Enarov said. &ldquo;Does that mean you are not available for private sessions today?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;We are short-staffed,&rdquo; she said over her shoulder. &ldquo;We happen to be fully occupied. Twenty-one guests. One for each cat. Me not being available isn&rsquo;t exactly because of greeting duty. There are no more guests to greet after you. My private sessions are spoken for by other guests.&rdquo;<br />She turned, stopping the two in their tracks.<br />&ldquo;But,&rdquo; she said and reached forward, cupping Enarov&rsquo;s crotch gently. &ldquo;If you find yourself&hellip;&rdquo; She licked her upper lip, then purred lightly. &ldquo;Particularly hungry for little Tekko&hellip; I&rsquo;m sure you know the protocol.&rdquo; She turned and promptly walked on.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Right.&rdquo; He coughed. &ldquo;Reach an agreement with the other guest or pay Vigo absurd amounts of money. Got you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Exactly right.&rdquo; They stopped before a door. &ldquo;This is ten.&rdquo; She pointed further down. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s twelve. By default, you will have perfect privacy. Or breakfast can be served in bed, if you so desire. Let me know. If you wish, any cat not otherwise occupied can be brought in with you. Alternatively, many areas around the Bathhouse are prepared for similar purposes. Your rooms contain a selection of perfumes guaranteed to make the resident cats go wild for you.&rdquo; She stopped to breathe. She spoke a little too quickly for Bazarov&rsquo;s taste. &ldquo;The bathroom is down the hall, to the right. The Court, where most gatherings take place, is to the left. I am happy to inform you that we have quite a feast planned tonight. Honey-glazed boar and an assortment of Melian nuts and vegetables. Supposedly strengthens the virility. And we have a surprise as well. Twenty-one becomes twenty-two&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; Enarov said, cutting her off. &ldquo;Biyel, was it?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Oh, you already know.&rdquo; She put her hands proudly on her hips. &ldquo;Then my work here is done. Do enjoy your stay.&rdquo;<br />As she walked past them, Enarov grabbed her arm. &ldquo;Hey now, are you in a hurry?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Mmm, yes and no. I have an engagement with&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You know what? I don&rsquo;t care.&rdquo; He pushed her against the wall, eliciting a yelp. &ldquo;If you think I&rsquo;m going to wait, you&rsquo;re an idiot, Tekko.&rdquo;<br />Tekko was frozen for a moment, but then smirked. &ldquo;Oh, you want me to spank you a little, right here in front of your brother? My, how exhilarating.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Shut up,&rdquo; he said. He let a palm rush over her cheek with a muted sound. &ldquo;Get in line, whore. Who&rsquo;s your master?&rdquo;<br />She arched her eyebrows dejectedly and pouted. &ldquo;Y-&hellip; you are.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Now, how about you suck my cock? If you do it half well, I won&rsquo;t have to bend you over and fuck your ass and you might not miss your appointment.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov looked down the hall and over his shoulder, anxiously checking that they were indeed alone. His heart was pounding. He was unsure if he was comfortable watching this.<br />&ldquo;I&hellip;&rdquo; Tekko murmured as she was forced to her knees.<br />Was she resisting? Could she if she wanted to? Enarov was known for besting most men in physical strength.<br />&ldquo;Now, what are you?&rdquo; He pulled her chin up with his fingers.<br />Her wide eyes seemed lost. &ldquo;I am a worthless slut, sir.&rdquo;<br />He undid his pants. &ldquo;And what is all you&rsquo;re good for?&rdquo; He presented his dick and let it fall onto her nose.<br />&ldquo;Sucking your cock, sir,&rdquo; she whispered against his balls.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />Bazarov squinted. He found himself not wanting to look away after all. He&rsquo;d witnessed worse. When they were younger, Enarov had frequently had his dick out even in well-renowned taverns. It&rsquo;s not like he didn&rsquo;t want to be standing where Enarov stood. Might as well familiarize himself with the feeling.<br />Tekko&rsquo;s lips embraced him and moved towards his base. As she closed her eyes, almost euphorically, he grabbed her by the hair. He pushed her against the wall and put in weight with his hips. He grunted as he thrusted exactly four times against her whimpering mouth before pulling out. At forceful strokes, he came, releasing streaks over her cheeks, her tongue and as he pushed her head back, over the chest of her dress. The white sunk into her fur, stripping it of volume and luster.<br />He must have been pent-up after the long trip. Bazarov felt his own dick strain against his pants. But he remained still.<br />She coughed once, before making her way onto her legs.<br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s that?&rdquo; Enarov said softly. He held out his hand.<br />She put the keys in his palm. &ldquo;Th-&hellip; thank you, sir.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re welcome. Now go. Don&rsquo;t wash yourself. If anyone asks, you asked for it. Yes?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes. Of course.&rdquo; She blinked, as if checking whether some had gotten in her eye. Then she evened out a few creases in her dress and walked off. A less graceful pace than before.<br />&ldquo;Was that necessary?&rdquo; Bazarov asked when she was out of earshot.<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not sorry.&rdquo; Enarov said as he closed his pants. &ldquo;I needed that.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Does Myrna expect this of you by now, or am I keeping another secret here?&rdquo;<br />Enarov kept looking for Tekko as her tail disappeared around the corner. &ldquo;Would you mention it to her if I told you she didn&rsquo;t?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Probably not.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Then we have no problem here.&rdquo;<br />Enarov passed him a key. Twelve. &ldquo;Check out your room. If you&rsquo;re vastly uncomfortable with it, we can switch.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Alright.&rdquo; He looked at the key. Worn. It had probably been in use for a couple of decades. &ldquo;Broke a couple of rules there, brother,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;What was that about?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Oh, did I?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Sexual activities must be contained to the designated areas. I&rsquo;m assuming the hallways aren&rsquo;t such.&rdquo; He paused. &ldquo;Respect the schedule.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah, see, my dear brother. Half the fun of this place is finding creative ways to break the rules.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov scoffed. &ldquo;And the so-called limits. You sure made it look like she enjoyed it. But I&rsquo;m not sure how I would react, given your&hellip; imposing stature.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;She?&rdquo; Wearing a curious smile, Enarov shook his head. &ldquo;Tekko is perfectly capable of upholding any rules she deems broken. I remember Tekko&rsquo;s preferences perfectly. If I am wrong, then we&rsquo;ll know in a few hours.&rdquo; He held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. &ldquo;If I don&rsquo;t have these by then, it would appear I&rsquo;m too much of an idiot to deserve them. Now. Go get settled.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov nodded and walked for his door. The key entered the lock and it made a satisfying sound as he turned, like a barrel being opened.<br />The floors were white marble with black streaks. As were the walls. The ceiling. The entire northern wall was a complex of cupboards and closets made of dark, copper-specked wood. In the center was a large dressing table. A wide mirror.<br />Along the southern wall was a bed with white sheets. At least large enough to fit three people.<br />The windows were massive. Real glass.<br />He went to the doors in the far wall. Leaning against them, they opened and he reentered the sunlight. Outside he found a personal garden, separated from the others by dense walls of growths. It had an open view over a shallow lake. He was close enough to a fall that he might imagine going for piss over the edge, not afraid of getting caught. If he had enough to drink.<br />Yes. He could get used to this. <br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />After having explored all the unmanned crevices and studying the impressions of scents, Ashka dared going near what had to be the personal quarters of the bathhouse&rsquo;s resident cats.<br />The buildings formed a horseshoe around a closed garden, where the plants didn&rsquo;t seem to be tended at all. As to make it look wild? It struck her as some sort of joke. An imitation of what they used to know. The edges towards the outside held a wall. Not a tall wall, but still a wall.<br />Three kalikan were bathing in a stream that ran through the complex. They seemed to carry strained smiles, stilted motions. They still wore their summer souls around their necks. A part of her wanted to join them. To teach them to move. Another part of her felt sickness stirring in her stomach. They were kin. Yet not.<br />She placed herself on a branch overlooking the area. She tried to decide on a course of action.<br />She put the tips of her fingers to her throat, grazing her summer soul. Again, she reached for Ilier, letting herself seep into the air around her. Nothing.<br />Finally, the cats seemed to notice her. They turned, looked and whispered among themselves. Before long, one of them decided to get out of the water and stepped up beneath Ashka&rsquo;s branch.<br />&nbsp;&ldquo;Hello.&rdquo; Speaking Dellamorian, were they?<br />Ashka didn&rsquo;t answer. The cat was black around her eyes. She wore rings piercing her lower lip. That looked painful.<br />&ldquo;Are you&hellip; new?&rdquo; Her voice had a lazy feel to it.<br />Ashka frowned, pondering at the meaning of the words, before suddenly realizing what she looked like. Another cat come to sell herself. She tried her Dellamorian and found that it came with relative ease, though it had been a while. &ldquo;I&hellip; I am nothing to you. You are nothing to me. Be brief.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Fair. What do you want?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ilier. Where is she?&rdquo;<br />She looked over her shoulder, then shrugged. &ldquo;She is occupied, I believe.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Get her. Tell her it&rsquo;s important.&rdquo;<br />The cat crossed her arms. &ldquo;Ask nicely.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;What?&rdquo; Ashka felt a sudden rush of furious impatience.<br />The cat&rsquo;s face remained almost perfectly still. &ldquo;If you weren&rsquo;t so rude, maybe I&rsquo;d go tell her somebody is asking for her. My name is Sue.&rdquo;<br />Niceties? What was the word they used for that again? &ldquo;Please, Sue. It&rsquo;s very important that I see Ilier.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Sure, fine. Who should I say is asking?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ashka.&rdquo;<br />Sue&rsquo;s eyebrows rose in surprise. &ldquo;Her sister?&rdquo;<br />At least Ilier hadn&rsquo;t forgotten her then. &ldquo;&hellip;Yes.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;Ah. Hold on a few minutes.&rdquo;<br />The cat with the pierced lip turned and walked towards the main building. When she was gone, the uneasy stares of the two other cats remained. After all too long, Ashka finally caught Ilier&rsquo;s scent approaching. She sat perfectly still as her sister stepped forth.<br />Ilier smiled. &ldquo;Long time, no see. I&rsquo;ve missed you.&rdquo; She wore clothes. A dress. Her hair was neatly braided. Something Ashka had used to do for her.<br />She searched for the right words, but came upon nothing.<br />&ldquo;No warm embrace?&rdquo; Ilier whipped her tail. &ldquo;No kind words? No excitement? Where&rsquo;s my sister?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Where&rsquo;s mine?&rdquo; she asked flatly. &ldquo;If you want a warm embrace, come up here. Come with me home.&rdquo;<br />She was met by an apologetic smirk. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not allowed outside of bathhouse grounds.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&ldquo;Allowed?&rdquo; she hissed, baring her teeth.<br />Ilier spread her arms, shrugging overbearingly.<br />Ashka squinted as she inspected her smile. &ldquo;Did you paint your face?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s called lipstick, Ash. It&rsquo;s not poisonous.&rdquo;<br />She stilled her stomach. &ldquo;Ilier,&rdquo; she said, trying to muster humility. &ldquo;Please. What will it take for you to come with me? To stop this&hellip; depravation.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;What do you even know about what goes on in here?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I can smell what goes on perfectly well. You have the scent of four men on you.&rdquo;<br />Ilier didn&rsquo;t seem to show sign of shame. She just closed her eyes slowly. Humoring her.<br />Ashka felt her eyes water. &ldquo;Your summer soul isn&rsquo;t playing. I can&rsquo;t hear you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s still there,&rdquo; Ilier said, putting her hand to her collar. &ldquo;But you have to listen closely.&rdquo;<br />She closed her eyes and stilled herself. There was a tiny flicker like distant waves. &ldquo;Dull embers. Why would you do that to yourself? To it? You&rsquo;re killing it.&rdquo;<br />For a moment, Ilier&rsquo;s eyes veered off. &ldquo;There&rsquo;s more to life than a little rock humming around your neck.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;There&rsquo;s more life with that little rock.&rdquo; She grabbed at the air before her in frustration.<br />&ldquo;More life, less life,&rdquo; Ilier said, tossing her hand carelessly. &ldquo;Some say less is more.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t want to watch my sister wither. Willingly.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You wouldn&rsquo;t have to watch, if you hadn&rsquo;t come here, no?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Somebody has to save you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t want to be saved.&rdquo;<br />Ashka gritted her teeth. The idea seemed incompatible with her very body. That being here could somehow feel natural to her. &ldquo;How does this please you? This&hellip; sexual frivolity?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t tell me you don&rsquo;t know the rivers and falls that a good orgasm brings about.&rdquo; Ilier&rsquo;s tail swayed patiently. &ldquo;You were the one who taught me to&hellip; touch myself once upon a time.&rdquo;<br />Don&rsquo;t remind me. &ldquo;There is a vast difference between touching yourself and letting men tell you when and where to do it.&rdquo;<br />Ilier breathed in happily. &ldquo;We did other things. Things that were better because we knew we weren&rsquo;t supposed to do it.&rdquo;<br />Ashka shivered. Things siblings shouldn&rsquo;t do with each other. &ldquo;Maybe we shouldn&rsquo;t have. Maybe we were young and foolish.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I miss your taste, Ash.&rdquo; She ran her hands through her ruff, seemingly imagining the tremors. &rdquo;I miss how you pushed me.&rdquo; The scent she gave off stirred memories of pleasure. Muscles tensing in deep, careless release.<br />The shivers along Ashka&rsquo;s spine wouldn&rsquo;t settle. &ldquo;I regret everything. You don&rsquo;t seem to have any shame left. I&rsquo;m not sure what I&rsquo;m doing here.&rdquo;<br />Ilier chuckled lightly. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re catching up. It&rsquo;s nice.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s painful.&rdquo;<br />She sighed. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry.&rdquo;<br />Ashka knew she wasn&rsquo;t.<br />After a few breaths of eye contact, Ilier looked about her. Over her shoulder. &rdquo;I think I have to get going. I have a busy schedule.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Busy schedule of what? You&rsquo;ve been confined all day.&rdquo; She hadn&rsquo;t been able to find her on the move like the other cats.<br />&ldquo;Well&hellip; Vigo requires a fair share of attention.&rdquo; She said his name with particular affection. <br />&ldquo;Vigo,&rdquo; Ashka repeated numbly. &ldquo;Is this all for him?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You might say that.&rdquo; Ilier turned slowly, as if she regretted doing so. &ldquo;I hope you stick around for a while. When the night comes, I&rsquo;ll be available. I&rsquo;ll look for you.&rdquo; She walked off, not looking back.<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not sure I&rsquo;ll be here.&rdquo;<br />Vigo. She had heard of him. A vile, deceptive man.<br />As Ilier disappeared, she leapt onto the wall and ran along it. She moved onto the rooftops and started searching for his scent. Hopefully she could find his private chambers. As she passed the courtyards, she sneered at the cats and the nauseating shows they had going for the guests.<br />Best not to get near. The scent of sex did uncomfortable things to her.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />&ldquo;Ilier is booked for the next week?!&rdquo; sounded Enarov&rsquo;s voice as he returned.<br />Bazarov started. He had seen something over the rooftops. A moving shade. He turned his attention back to the show at hand. He lay in a basin, warmed by a long day in the sun. Ahead, on an isle in the middle, were two kalikan writhing. At the moment, one had her legs spread wide. The other was softly cleaning the fur around her pussy with her tongue, while curled around her back. They displayed some ridiculous feats of flexibility. He tried to ignore the other guests, some of which were decisively bad at hiding them touching themselves under the water. Or they simply didn&rsquo;t care.<br />Enarov grumbled as he slid down beside Bazarov. He threw up his arms in protest. &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t think that was allowed.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;What?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Booking cats that far ahead.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Can we afford it?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Afford what?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Having Vigo bump up your appointment with her. I know you&rsquo;re going to do it.&rdquo; <br />Enarov glared, as if loathing how well his brother knew him.<br />Bazarov smirked. &ldquo;Does she spank you just right?&rdquo;<br />The glare lasted another moment, but then dissolved into thunderous laughter. &ldquo;You rascal, you.&rdquo; He pointed at the show before them. &ldquo;So, have you thought about who would suit for the&hellip; first dip in the honeypot.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov frowned. As they had gone around the estate, Enarov had tried teaching him their names. He had forgotten half of them.<br />Enarov shrugged faintly. &ldquo;If you&rsquo;re nervous, Fiffi is a good place to start.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Stop calling me nervous.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;I see you eying them. I see your fingers aching to grab at them. You&rsquo;re nervous.&rdquo; <br />He glared back. Then he smiled lightly. &ldquo;Tekko might have my attention.&rdquo;<br />Enarov opened his mouth. Hesitated. &ldquo;I guess I should tell you before you regret it. Tekko&hellip; Uh. Tekko is a... uh.&rdquo;<br />Off limits? Too good for you? &ldquo;What? What about Tekko?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Tekko is male.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov gaped. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re kidding.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I am not.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s dressed&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Like a woman. Yes. Makes it really hard to tell.&rdquo;<br />His face curled, trying to make his memory of Tekko drenched in cum fit with&hellip; everything. &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t know you were&hellip; You know. Into men.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m into him. I don&rsquo;t want to complicate it further.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov nodded faintly. &ldquo;But. Why? Why dress like that?&rdquo; Bazarov felt severely conflicted about the images that had been running through his head. Like somebody had played a ruse on him. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s confusing.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;He wants to be treated like a girl. It&rsquo;s that simple.&rdquo;<br />Then again, what did he know about any of all this? &ldquo;Are kalikan just&hellip; identical, between men and women?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Not exactly. The way I understand it, Tekko is &lsquo;lucky&rsquo; in that regard. But if you look closely, he is slightly wider over the shoulders. Has a more pronounced muzzle. Growls a little deeper.&rdquo; Enarov frowned back at him. &ldquo;You seem more than a little perplexed.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It just strikes me as odd, is all. If he&rsquo;s male, why not&hellip; advertise that?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;The mystery!&rdquo; Enarov fanned out his hands dramatically. &ldquo;Believe me when I say that he&rsquo;s one of their most popular specimens. I think only Ilier is above him in the charts.&rdquo;<br />Now there was something remarkable. &ldquo;There are charts?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Unofficially. It&rsquo;s mostly just them keeping score among themselves. Ask Tekko when you see him, if you&rsquo;re interested.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov nodded. One of the cats in front of them had folded her legs behind her head. The other had three fingers buried inside her, her tail was tensely twitching in what he guessed might be the sign of a slow orgasm. They were purring, no end, he could almost feel it through the water. Silence settled for a moment.<br />Not Tekko then. For now. &ldquo;Fiffi, you say? Why is she a good place to start?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Fiffi is only half kalikan. She has an old-fashioned, well-sized bust. And hips to match. Very gentle. No rough tongue. No claws.&rdquo;<br />Half&hellip;? We can breed with those things? He tried to remember when Enarov had pointed her out earlier. &ldquo;No tail though.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;A short tail,&rdquo; he corrected. &ldquo;You like the long tails?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It was just an observation I did. The short tail is&hellip; cute, I suppose.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Try her. See if you fancy it. If not, no harm done. Half the fun of this place is not having to settle for one part of the buffet. You can go through it from one end to the other. Then dig in once you hit gold.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s a lot of halves, brother.&rdquo; Bazarov held up a hand and counted on his fingers. &ldquo;Half the pleasure is getting to feel better than peasants. Half is breaking the rules. And half is having it all. I think I have to find someone to take bets with on what the next half will be.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Damn, shut that sly mouth of yours, Baz.&rdquo; He made a long groan and then pulled himself up. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to go try getting Vigo to talk. I&rsquo;m sure it won&rsquo;t be an issue when he hears how much Ilier has missed me.&rdquo; He stepped out of the basin and started stretching his shoulders.<br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s with this Ilier?&rdquo; What could a cat do to earn that much more desire than the others? &ldquo;Why haven&rsquo;t we seen her today?&rdquo;<br />Enarov sat down on the edge behind him. &ldquo;Do you know why she&rsquo;s on the top of the charts?&rdquo;<br />Bazarov met his eyes over his shoulder. &ldquo;No, Enarov. I don&rsquo;t know why Ilier is on the top of the charts. Tell me why.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Because she is rare. Her private sessions are purposely scarce. Well, that&hellip; and she&rsquo;s immensely beautiful. I think Vigo is keeping her for himself for the most part.&rdquo; <br />At an almost anxious look on Enarov&rsquo;s face, Bazarov sighed. &ldquo;Go on, don&rsquo;t hold back on my account.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;Half.&rdquo; Enarov stared intensely at him. &ldquo;The pleasure. Is getting to get with something rare&hellip; and beautiful.&rdquo; He gave a single forceful laugh.<br />Bazarov lifted a finger and closed his eyes knowingly. &ldquo;The next half&hellip; Will be &lsquo;feeling powerful&rsquo;. The one after that will be &lsquo;freedom&rsquo;.&rdquo;<br />Enarov ruffled Bazarov&rsquo;s hair. &ldquo;Those are indeed great selling points. You&rsquo;ll fit in fine here.&rdquo; He rose. &ldquo;I expect you to have made an appointment with one of the cats when I get back. Don&rsquo;t disappoint me.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Fair. Don&rsquo;t worry, I will.&rdquo;<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />Ashka had found the room. It was the biggest one, there was no question. The window had been lidded, getting in had been no feat. She paced the smooth floors as she waited.<br />He had a personal basin. Pipes. The curtains decorating the walls were intricately woven, depicting animals the likes of which she had never seen. <br />She stopped in front of a mirror, taller than she was. She turned her hips. Watched how they aligned with her shoulders. How the curl of her tail completed her shape. It had been long since she had seen a perfect reflection like that. She tossed her hair. Cut by the shoulders, yet wild and sweeping. Oh, how she loved what summer souls did to one&rsquo;s hair. It had never seen a day of care.<br />&ldquo;Breathtaking.&rdquo; <br />She turned swiftly and found the owner of the voice looking at her from near the door. &ldquo;Vigo.&rdquo; How hadn&rsquo;t she heard him?<br />He stepped towards her. &ldquo;Of all your peculiar habits, this one I love the most.&rdquo; <br />What habit? Showing up uninvited in your bedroom? He wore finely cut clothes in a deep, dark blue. In spite of his evident age, his lean skin gave an air of health. His blue-grey eyes had a look of deep understanding. But his smile. It angered her. His scent met her. It was&hellip; dense. Light as thistle seeds.<br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re swarming me,&rdquo; he went on. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll have to expand soon.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I am not,&rdquo; she snapped. &ldquo;&hellip;Here to be one of your pathetic leashed kittens.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I figured not.&rdquo; He stopped in front of her, meeting her eyes. &ldquo;A shame, though. I&rsquo;ve been looking for someone with a little bite.&rdquo;<br />She skewed her head. &ldquo;I can bite your cock off, if you&rsquo;d like.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;Ah, yes,&rdquo; he said, leaning an inch back, as if winded by her words. &ldquo;Just like that. You&rsquo;ll be a gem of which we&rsquo;ll sorely miss the shine. But it can&rsquo;t be helped. What can I help you with?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You can drop the charm, you ferret.&rdquo; She closed her eyes. &ldquo;I am here to politely ask you to be honest with Ilier and tell her that whatever affections she seems to crave from you are based in nothing except greed and perversion. So she can go back to living her life.&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Ah, you&rsquo;re her sister. Ashka, was it?&rdquo; He shrugged, holding up his hands defensively. &ldquo;While I might be both greedy and perverted, I&rsquo;m afraid I&rsquo;ve been nothing but perfectly honest with Ilier. She is quite happy here. I&rsquo;m not sure she would leave, even if I explicitly asked her to.&rdquo;<br />He reeked of deception. &ldquo;If this place isn&rsquo;t built on pure luck, you know &lsquo;explicitly&rsquo; isn&rsquo;t the way to go about anything.&rdquo;<br />He narrowed his eyes and nodded, smiling faintly. &ldquo;Hm. Yes. But then&hellip; Assuming I&rsquo;m the despicable man you say I am. Why would I part with Ilier? The most beautiful cat imaginable?&rdquo; He stopped himself. He gestured towards her, as if on the verge of reconsidering the statement.<br />She scowled in return.<br />&ldquo;She&rsquo;s skilled at that too,&rdquo; he said, fanning out his arms in apology. &ldquo;What do you have that I want? Are you in a position to threaten me?&rdquo;<br />She felt her claws against her palms. &ldquo;I could snap your neck right here.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Could you?&rdquo; He straightened his back. &ldquo;I do regular exercise. I have experience handling a fickle body like yours.&rdquo;<br />Fickle? Was he threatening her?<br />He stepped back from her and moved for the other end of the room. &ldquo;Perhaps you could. But then you&rsquo;d have to spend a handful of years consoling your sister. Begging for her forgiveness.&rdquo;<br />Years? A joke. &rdquo;You give yourself too much credit.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I give myself exactly the right amount of credit.&rdquo; As he reached his bed, he briefly inspected the black set of clothes laid out there. Then he started undressing.<br />She held her breath as she saw the bare skin of his torso. The valley between his strong shoulders. The skin of a human&hellip; the way it looked like it would resist a caress. The signs of age made him look&hellip; rough. Forceful. The scent of sweat. It was something else. She tightened her muscles, stilling every natural impulse inside her. &ldquo;I know what you&rsquo;re trying to do. Do you think I&rsquo;m an idiot?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I came in here to put on my evening getup. We have an event. I have to look the part.&rdquo; He started putting on the new suit. He sighed deeply. &ldquo;Fact remains, you have nothing to bargain with, so if you can&rsquo;t talk sense into her on your own, you&rsquo;ll have to bet that wish of yours on my sense of mercy.&rdquo;<br />Her words suddenly seemed to escape her. &ldquo;So&hellip; Do you have a heart?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Some might claim so.&rdquo; As he put on the jacket, the sight of skin no longer distracted her. &ldquo;But having heart, means both listening to you and your sister&rsquo;s wishes. And I&rsquo;ve known her longer.&rdquo;<br />There was a knock on the door and Ashka stiffened up. &ldquo;Vigo, sir,&rdquo; sounded a voice from the hall. &ldquo;There is an &lsquo;Enarov&rsquo; who would like to speak to you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Tell him I&rsquo;ll be there in a moment.&rdquo;<br />He straightened his sleeves and his collar. With resolute steps, he approached her again. He gave a faint nod towards the window, as to imply that their business was over.<br />She felt her stomach crumbling. The scents were overpowering. An impulse. Why not let it save her and her sister? She didn&rsquo;t have to tell anyone. &ldquo;What do you want me to&hellip; do for you?&rdquo;<br />He arched his eyebrows humbly. &ldquo;You&rsquo;d be wonderful, I&rsquo;m sure.&rdquo; He gave a low laugh, enough to make her feel like she had been kicked. &ldquo;But you couldn&rsquo;t do anything worth Ilier. I have twenty cats ready fuck me at a moment&rsquo;s notice.&rdquo; He put out a hand and motioned as if he wanted to caress her. &rdquo;Aside from that, I&rsquo;m sure you could shut your eyes and just for an hour, maybe a whole evening, you could do it with a smile. But inside you would be elsewhere.&rdquo;<br />Hurt, she tried to stop herself from hearing the words leaving her mouth. &ldquo;Do you want me to beg? You&rsquo;re giving me no single chance?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You care that much for her, huh?&ldquo; He gave her an appraising look. &ldquo;Hear me out. And keep your teeth in check. You have one thing I&rsquo;m interested in. Yours seems more intact than I&rsquo;m used to seeing.&rdquo; He nodded towards her. &ldquo;Your dignity.&rdquo;<br />Her heart writhed within her. &ldquo;My&hellip; dignity.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Look at it in storybook terms. If you do a certain amount of penance, you earn redemption. You can take work here. And if you can convince me that you&rsquo;re giving it your all. That you&rsquo;re letting your passions run&hellip;&rdquo; As he spoke, she felt her very bones boil. &ldquo;The cats here have a&hellip; sort of game going. They measure themselves against each other. There&rsquo;s no reward except the glory of it. If you can muster the&hellip; insistence to make your way to&hellip; say third place among them. I will give you what you want.&rdquo;<br />The presumptions. &ldquo;What,&rdquo; she spat. &ldquo;Do you think it is I want?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I will release your sister, to my best ability. To that end, I might have to&hellip; how do I put this? Hurt her feelings. But if you&rsquo;re alright with a small pain against what I assume you&rsquo;d say is living her life. I will drive her away with spears in her back, if that&rsquo;s what it takes. But I&rsquo;d beg you remember: her affection might be more for this place than for me.&rdquo;<br />Getting her sister back&hellip; &ldquo;What guarantee do I have? That you would do this?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I could write you a contract. But I don&rsquo;t know that you trust the authority of legal documents. I could give you something important of mine to keep as leverage. But, of course, if you don&rsquo;t believe I hold anything dear&hellip;&rdquo;<br />The turmoil in her stomach seized her. &ldquo;Stop talking! I&rsquo;m not doing this.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Then why are you still here?&rdquo;<br />She bared her teeth and limbered up her frozen body. &ldquo;Go to hell, bastard.&rdquo; She leapt and dashed for the window, soon disappearing onto the rooftops.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />After asking around, Bazarov found Fiffi locked away in the Kennel. One of several edges of the Bathhouse designed to satisfy quite specific tastes. This one had cages. One was circular, raised off the ground, placed in the middle of the hall. Where guests would pass by. Otherwise, what was the point?<br />She lay naked, save the collar they all wore, lit by a cone of sunlight from the skylight above. Her back was turned. The curve that she struck against the carpet beneath her reminded him of women he had loved fiercely. Maybe Enarov&rsquo;s thoughts exactly. Her fur was golden brown, though her back, shoulders and ears were garnished with perfectly white streaks and spots none of the others had. The white converged in her tail, a teardrop of a tuft. Her hair was medium blonde and thick, like something you could disappear in.<br />She appeared to be sleeping. He knocked the bars and she stirred.<br />&ldquo;Dorn?&rdquo; she yawned. <br />&ldquo;Mmno. My name is Bazarov.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah.&rdquo; She stretched as she turned. &ldquo;What do I owe the pleasure, Bazarov?&rdquo; <br />He held his breath as he watched the way her back curved into her tail. Her full rear. &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; he coughed into his hand as she placed herself on all fours facing him. Her breasts were certainly a number above the modest chests the other kalikan wore. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m just going to be honest. I&rsquo;m not good at this. My brother told me you were&hellip; easy-going. I don&rsquo;t mean to offend.&rdquo;<br />He felt himself blush at the wide smile she gave him. &ldquo;Dear, aren&rsquo;t you adorable?&rdquo; She put her head askew. &ldquo;I certainly can be both slow and sweet. I can sing you lullabies as we make love. We can walk and talk in the gardens beforehand if you&rsquo;d like. So I don&rsquo;t accidentally overstep your boundaries.&rdquo;<br />His boundaries. Gods. Was he truly afraid that she would think less of him? Whatever he could think of doing to her, there was no way she hadn&rsquo;t seen worse. He would easily be forgotten among a sea of men. &ldquo;When are you available?&rdquo;<br />She looked up at the skylight as if judging what time it was. &ldquo;I am available right now, I believe.&rdquo;<br />He regarded the cage she was placed in. The lock. &ldquo;Aren&rsquo;t you here on account of&hellip; an engagement with someone else?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I was. Dorn had me carrying sticks around in here. Told me to &lsquo;roll up and go to sleep&rsquo;. So I did. I don&rsquo;t know where he went off to. I&rsquo;m pretty sure he&rsquo;s all but forgotten me. I can&rsquo;t do any good for anyone in here, can I?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;He doesn&rsquo;t have the key?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;There is a spare beneath that vase.&rdquo; She nodded towards a nearby windowsill.<br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re sure I won&rsquo;t get in trouble with him?&rdquo;<br />She sighed as if her heart fluttered. &ldquo;I can promise you that you&rsquo;ll be perfectly safe. If you treat me a little gentler than him, I&rsquo;ll have Vigo let him know that I&rsquo;m yours and all yours.&rdquo;<br />Gentler? &ldquo;Can we please tone down the acting?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Uh. Yes. Sure.&rdquo; As he moved for the vase, her tone grew flatter. &ldquo;A little advice, if you&rsquo;re going to be staying for a while. It might be best not to worry too much about the distinction between acting and not. The line is often finer than you&rsquo;d imagine.&rdquo;<br />In that you have some depraved passion for pretending? He lifted the vase and picked up the key. &ldquo;That might be so. But in no world would you ever be mine any more than the other guests. Don&rsquo;t lie to me.&rdquo;<br />She looked at him as he stepped in front of her again. &ldquo;I can be yours right now,&rdquo; she said, her voice soft again. &ldquo;&hellip;And if you tone down the self-consciousness, we can both believe that.&rdquo;<br />He held her easy gaze for a moment, before turning his eyes down. &ldquo;Fair point.&rdquo; He unlocked the cage and pulled it open. She crawled for him and he gave her his hand to help her out. <br />Touching her fur, he held his breath.<br />It felt perfectly like touching a sleek housecat. He grazed her with his thumb. Felt how shallow her skin lay.<br />As she found footing and faced him, she looked up at him. She was possibly just the right height. <br />He reached out and grabbed one of her breasts. <br />&ldquo;Oh my,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;So fast we&rsquo;re going.&rdquo;<br />He cupped it and carefully pushed against her. He couldn&rsquo;t decide if the fur was a natural or strange sensation. The nipple beneath his thumb was almost familiar.<br />He bit down. Then he stepped in. Put his arms around her waist. Felt the tuft of her tail. He put his mouth against hers and as she yelped, her strange scent suddenly filled his nostrils. He parted his lips and as his tongue explored hers, his hands found their way onto her rear. She was indeed soft.<br />Parts of his mind were numbly protesting, but he went deep, tasting her. Her pleasant, muted moans had his passion overwhelm his reason. He wasn&rsquo;t nearly as strong as Enarov, but as he put his arm to her legs and lifted her, he didn&rsquo;t falter. <br />He moved for a corner where pillows and blankets would allow for a comfortable act.<br />&ldquo;Oh, Bazarov,&rdquo; she snickered as he put her down. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re sure you don&rsquo;t want to go somewhere more&hellip; private&hellip;?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;No.&rdquo; He was tired of being treated like he was scared. It was time to earn a modicum of respect. He took off his clothes and tossed them aside. Then he knelt down and snaked up her side, in part to show her that she had given him an erection.<br />&ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s a big boy,&rdquo; she said, running her palm against his shaft. As he was about to protest, she put a finger on his nose. &ldquo;I am not lying. You&rsquo;re allowed to be confident about it.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Fine,&rdquo; he said, smiling faintly. &ldquo;Where do you want my big dick?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;In heeere,&rdquo; she said and stuck her tongue out, putting a finger on it.<br />He felt his stomach take a dive. She ran her palms down his skin and let them embrace his shaft. The fur against him was no longer strange, it only called for him to go deeper. She swept her hair aside and ran her tongue over his tip. He trembled. She licked again, small, gentle motions. She hesitated, perking her ears at him stirring.<br />&ldquo;Do you want to move ahead?&rdquo; she asked lowly. She could probably feel that it would be a short pleasure. It had been too long.<br />&ldquo;Suck a little,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Careful.&rdquo;<br />She opened her mouth and guided him towards her throat. The wetness of her lips caressing him had him clenching his jaw.<br />As she moved, he reached out and put his hand behind her ear. He scratched her gently with his thumb. She giggled in faint pleasure. He guessed he couldn&rsquo;t know if she was genuinely like a housecat or if it was part of the job.<br />Soon enough, he pulled her away.<br />She wiped her mouth. &ldquo;Where do you want me?&rdquo;<br />He searched for his words. What did he actually want? &ldquo;On top.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Face to face&hellip;?&rdquo;<br />He hesitated. &ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;<br />She strode over him, and slowly slid her pussy along his shaft. &ldquo;Do you want to or should I?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Are you&hellip;&rdquo; He searched for the words. &ldquo;Wet enough?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been wet since you woke me up, don&rsquo;t you fret.&rdquo;<br />He nodded towards his dick. &ldquo;Please.&rdquo;<br />She nodded back and with her hand, she positioned his tip against her. As she put in her weight, he groaned fiercely. As deep as he could go. He expected her to feel like a woman who hadn&rsquo;t shaved, but was pleasantly surprised. Every part of her was soft. Soft and tight all at once. He put his hands on her wide hips.<br />She started the rigorous motion, leaning over him. With her breasts swaying inches from his face, he felt her wet fur stain his thighs. At every thrust, they gasped and he felt spikes of ecstasy.<br />&ldquo;Grab my tits, boy,&rdquo; she staggered. He obeyed, pushing them against each other. He ran his fingers through the deep ruff above.<br />Behind her, he suddenly noticed another shadow moving by. A guest. He could have cared, but he didn&rsquo;t.<br />He wanted her to moan louder. As testimony to how damn big he was. Let the whole bathhouse know.<br />&ldquo;Purr for me, girl.&rdquo;<br />She frowned a moment, but then leaned down, putting her chest against his. He felt her rumbling over his skin, and he put his hands on her rear, taking over the motion. <br />As he came through the soft vibrations, he couldn&rsquo;t hold back a faint voice in his head. One telling him he had somehow expected more.<br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s a good boy,&rdquo; she said as he pulled out and felt his cum spill.<br />She pulled off him and started stretching her limbs. A series of motions that conveniently showed off her curves. How she trembled, her tail shivering at the treatment she had received. How he had left his mark inside her.<br />She positioned herself on her knees and pouted lightly. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry. I can&rsquo;t purr like the other cats. I can do a lot of things. But the deep, thunderous purr a lot of men come looking for&hellip; I&hellip; just can&rsquo;t do that. I can tell you which cats do it best. If that&rsquo;s something you&rsquo;re looking for.&rdquo;<br />Because she was half-blooded. He felt a pit in his stomach. He had been too stupid to think that far. Hadn&rsquo;t researched the most obvious. And now, he had made her feel inadequate. &ldquo;I&hellip; I should have known. I&rsquo;m sorry.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Oh no, don&rsquo;t worry, it&rsquo;s alright.&rdquo; She crawled in and put her arms around him. &ldquo;It happens all the time.&rdquo;<br />He tightened his lips, then sighed. &ldquo;Thank you. That was wonderful.&rdquo; He rose, leaving her arms and started taking on his clothes.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />The whole damn place smelled like sex. Every reasonable thought within Ashka begged her to run off and find some peace and quiet. Where the slow regard of the world around her surrendered to her more readily.<br />But leaving meant abandoning Ilier. Seeing her eyes again, her dark spots. It was a crystalline, welcome sensation. They had always known their way around each other like a swallow knows its way through the air.<br />She sat on top of the tallest building. Out of the corners of her eyes, she refused to count the sexual activities committed in the open. As if in passionate stupor, they just assumed that the rest of the world was as blind to them as they were to the world.<br />Her thighs strained against each other. The twists her stomach made had only seemed to worsen, as the light of day waned. It&hellip; felt like a terrible place to be doing it. But she needed to touch herself. One had needs. There was no shame in that. But it would bring about memories of what she used to do with Ilier. Images of what her sister was probably doing right now.<br />She slid her hand down her stomach. She grazed herself tentatively with a finger. She breathed in deep as her fur stood on end. Safe thoughts. Nothing of Ilier. Thoughts of a pretty kalikan boy, as she entered herself.<br />She allowed the scents to aid her. They were auxiliary. Not in themselves poisonous. The heavy presence of body heat and&hellip; By the stars, she could smell their seed. <br />Kalikan didn&rsquo;t smell like that. She released an uncontrolled gasp as she added another finger. Vigo had smelled like that. Experience handling fickle bodies? Could he pin her down? No matter what anger she could muster to punish him and his haughty, vicious smile.<br />No, that wasn&rsquo;t what he wanted. He wanted her to lie down on her own and show him that he didn&rsquo;t need to hold her. How she hated him. How she hated the image of her lying there, ready, receptive, waiting for him. For him to do exactly what he wanted. To tell her how embarrassing it was that she had been so insistent only to give up. And after him, everybody else.<br />Low. Pathetic. Deviant waste! The hate wouldn&rsquo;t rest.<br />She shook, growling relentlessly. As her senses converged in a bright flash, her sanity seized her and she opened her eyes wide. She retracted her fingers. She put her hand behind her and tried to forget that she had soaked it.<br />They were all worthless. Mindless. But her sister. She could save her sister. If she could resist, then so could Ilier. She needed to try again. She would listen. Once she remembered what they once had.<br />The evening was coming. The inhabitants of the bathhouse were gathering in the largest of the open areas. The event? She went over the rooftops and found a pocket between two chimneys where she was out of sight. Ilier was down there. Beside Vigo.<br />She felt jealousy and along with it, her hate rose to degrees she hadn&rsquo;t known before.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />The two brothers had found a central table in the Court, where the view was up to Enarov&rsquo;s standards. The Court was a plateaued terrace in the open, the edges of which angled into the running water around the bathhouse. Well-placed trees and bush gave the guests shade from the evening sun.<br />A long table held the glorious arrangement of food prepared for them. Three cats frequently passed among the guests, to see if they needed drinks. One of them was Fiffi. She smiled at Bazarov as they exchanged glances. He was vaguely comforted that she didn&rsquo;t seem offended.<br />When full, he passed her his plate as she moved by. He eyed the table furthest back, where Enarov had pointed Vigo out for him. Ilier sat beside him, the only cat not on the move. Even if he supposed he had seen too few kalikan, it was no feat to tell that Ilier was beautiful. She wore a simple, blood red dress in a tight fit that revealed most contours of her body. Even with a chest lacking volume, her shape&hellip; pulled at him. Her hair was done in a long, thick braid, something he had understood was her &ldquo;thing&rdquo;. He noted that her black spots were more prominent than the others&rsquo; and darkened her fur significantly.<br />Vigo himself was older than he had expected. He wore a well-trimmed, pointy beard and fine wrinkles around his eyes. He squinted knowingly at the spectacle around him. Enarov&rsquo;s talk with him had gone over well, apparently. He had secured an appointment this very night.<br />By the edge of the Court still lit by the sun, there was a wooden arrangement, like a stage, something that looked capable of being packed up and down with relative ease. There was expectancy in the air, as the guests heard rummaging behind it.<br />&ldquo;Do I have a big penis?&rdquo; Bazarov asked his brother.<br />&ldquo;Excuse me?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Fiffi told me I have a big dick. Did she lie?&rdquo;<br />Enarov hummed, as if thinking hard. &ldquo;Your dick is above average. Don&rsquo;t worry.&rdquo; He shook his head. &ldquo;I never understood the strange desire men have for comparing dicks.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s easy for someone like you to say.&rdquo;<br />He opened this mouth to say something, but seemed to reconsider. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll take that as a compliment.&rdquo; He raised his drink and Bazarov hesitantly raised his own against it. &ldquo;To four weeks of uncomfortable questions!&rdquo; <br />Bazarov nodded as he drank. &ldquo;I think we&rsquo;re well past uncomfortable.&rdquo;<br />Then he noticed something over Enarov&rsquo;s shoulder. A cat they hadn&rsquo;t seen before. Her fur was white-gray, still spotted black. She wore twin tails and a wide-skirted, ornate dress. Along her arms were long white gloves and her lean legs wore matching stockings. And she was about several heads shorter than the human waiter standing beside her. <br />&ldquo;By Feliritas, what am I looking at?&rdquo;<br />Enarov looked over his shoulder and followed Bazarov&rsquo;s eyes. &ldquo;What, Afelia?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;She&rsquo;s just a child.&rdquo; Yet still wearing clothes that strained against her muscles. A tail that lifted her skirt as if&hellip; she wanted something. <br />Enarov wavered his head. &ldquo;She looks like a child,&rdquo; he corrected.<br />&nbsp;Afelia and the waiter moved for them. Around them, the other guests noticed them too. <br />&ldquo;Is she&hellip; working here?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;That she is, though not under the same conditions as the others.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;How old is she?&rdquo; By human standards, he would have guessed she was twelve or thirteen summers old at most.<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;d take a guess, but I have no idea how kalikan age. You could ask her, but I guarantee you that she will lie. I have heard her say twenty, thirty to the uncomfortable. And I&rsquo;ve heard her say ten to the shameless.&rdquo;<br />And which of those would you be? &ldquo;Did you sleep with her?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;No. Though not for the reason you might think.&rdquo;<br />He held his tongue the moment Afelia and the waiter stepped up before their table. Silence fell over the Court. He heard the other guests try to hold back laughter. Then he noticed that the waiter wore a musical horn strapped over his shoulder. Afelia wore a small, crystal tiara. She was shoed with bindings decorated with crystal as well.<br />Before Bazarov was about to ask what was going on, she coughed insistently into her hand and the waiter seemed to remember where he was. He positioned himself solidly where he stood and lifted the horn with both hands. Then he blew three low notes and one high, dragging on until his lungs could no longer sustain it. He let the horn drop and made a sweeping motion with his hand towards Afelia. &ldquo;I present to you. Princess Afelia Silktail of the Autumn Falls Bathhouse. Most beautiful cat in Iristar. Behold!&rdquo;<br />Afelia giggled proudly, tugged at her skirt and bowed. Then she turned, bent forward and lifted her tail to reveal a glimpse of her underwear. Bazarov smiled nervously, trying to remain calm. He was unsure if it was somehow impolite to look away. He took a sip of his drink. Enarov sat calmly watching. <br />She engaged in a sort of dance routine, rotating on the spot. She fanned out her arms, presumably imitating a blooming flower, then falling petals. She displayed how she could touch her leg to her nose as she stood on the other. Certainly graceful, even if a little misplaced.<br />When she was done, no one present was in doubt what she wore beneath the dress.<br />She bowed one last time and folded her hands innocuously in front of her. <br />&ldquo;Gentlemen,&rdquo; the waiter said. &ldquo;Might I interest either of you in buying the princess&rsquo; virginity?&rdquo;<br />Virginity? Bazarov spat out his drink.<br />As several tables around them burst out laughing, Afelia stomped towards the waiter. &ldquo;Karl, you absolute buffoon. You have to ease into it, otherwise it&rsquo;ll look like a joke outright.&rdquo; She threw up her hands. &ldquo;I should have Vigo doing this for me, you&rsquo;re dreadful.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;Apologies. Your highness.&rdquo;<br />As Karl turned his eyes down and walked off, Afelia leaned over the brothers&rsquo; table, arching her back. She made wide eyes, first at Bazarov, then at Enarov. &ldquo;Tempted?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the price?&rdquo; Enarov asked.<br />&ldquo;One thousand hard silver bits.&rdquo;<br />The number had Bazarov gasping. That was twice what the entire stay had costed. For both of them.<br />&ldquo;You raised it?&rdquo; Enarov laughed forcefully. &ldquo;Good luck with that, my lady.&rdquo;<br />She perked her ears resolutely. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s &lsquo;your highness&rsquo;, to you.&rdquo;<br />He nodded in an exaggerated manner. &ldquo;Good luck with that, your highness.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;How about you?&rdquo; she asked, turning to Bazarov. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll give you the night of your life. I&rsquo;m so tight you&rsquo;ll need ten horses to pull you out after you&rsquo;re finished.&rdquo; She kissed the tip of her finger and with a slow motion placed it on his cheek.<br />Bazarov frowned at the warm sensation she had left on him. &ldquo;I have a question.&rdquo;<br />She frowned back and scoffed. &ldquo;Go ahead.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Answer quickly. How old are you?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Old enough.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Specifics, please.&rdquo;<br />She rubbed her fingers against each other. &ldquo;Money, please.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;What do you need money for?&rdquo; How much of the outrageous price would she actually get herself? Any at all?<br />&ldquo;To skip over the lakes. What business is that of yours?<br />Bazarov narrowed his eyes with an uncertain smile. &ldquo;I will give you one hundred hard bits. Not a bit more.&rdquo;<br />She arched her eyebrows furiously and opened her mouth in outright shock. &ldquo;You&hellip; you disrespectful&hellip; low&hellip; thick-skulled&hellip; absolute&hellip;!&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Buffoon?&rdquo;<br />She hammered her palms into the table, turned around and marched off at a spiteful pace.<br />The other guests gradually returned their attentions to their own conversations. He figured they had all received similar treatments at one point or another.<br />&ldquo;Aren&rsquo;t there laws against posing as royalty?&rdquo; he asked.<br />Enarov wore his most patronizing look. &ldquo;Surely, you wouldn&rsquo;t deny a little girl her wish to play princess, would you?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Not at all. I&rsquo;m just saying it&rsquo;s lucky that we&rsquo;re not closer to the Capital.&rdquo;<br />Afelia slammed the door by the far edge of the Court. <br />Enarov chuckled. &ldquo;I think you might have lost any chance at a discount.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov shrugged. &ldquo;I gave her a perfect excuse to play offended. Seems like that means far more to her than any sort of money.&rdquo; He downed the rest of his drink. &ldquo;A thousand hard bits was enough to keep you from her. I&rsquo;m surprised.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Easy on the alcohol there, Baz. No, I didn&rsquo;t sleep with her, because that ridiculously high price is a convenient excuse to have men fuck her in the ass. And I&rsquo;m just not into that.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov skewed his head in faint surprise. He wasn&rsquo;t into that, of all things? &ldquo;What a deranged&hellip; little girl. Is she actually a virgin? I mean, for that price, there&rsquo;s got to be some sort of guarantee.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;There are&hellip; possibilities for a guarantee, if you&rsquo;re that curious. Though, Baz. I would be truly surprised if that was the direction you took.&rdquo;<br />He froze, but then shook his head and frantically waved Enarov off. &ldquo;I swear to you, the thought of something that tiny between any man&rsquo;s hands has me&hellip; shivering something fierce.&rdquo;<br />Enarov nodded. &ldquo;To ease your mind, remember that I was here two years ago. And it doesn&rsquo;t look like she&rsquo;s grown at all since then. Maybe a tiny bit.&rdquo;<br />I&rsquo;m perfectly at ease, thank you. &ldquo;Some sort of sorcery, then?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Probably. But I couldn&rsquo;t tell you where the sorcery ends and the cat begins.&rdquo;<br />The conversation was interrupted at Tekko&rsquo;s voice chiming over the tables. &ldquo;Ladies and gentlemen!&rdquo;<br />All gazes turned towards the stage, where he stood in his frilly dress, tossing his hip to the side at their attention. He wore his hair in a ponytail bound with purple flowers. Thunderthistle blossoms?<br />Bazarov fought hard to imagine male parts beneath the cat&rsquo;s clothes. He supposed he could tell that his shoulders were ever so slightly wider. But his voice was perfectly female.<br />Behind Tekko hung a velvet curtain.<br />&ldquo;I hope you have all enjoyed the meal. I hope you are enjoying your stay at the Autumn Falls Bathhouse. The view, the service, and not least of all, the girls. We are about to&ndash;&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Girls?&rdquo; a guest called, interrupting. &ldquo;Hey, Tekko! Show us your dick!&rdquo;<br />Tekko gave a sliver of a smile. &ldquo;I would have to ask to see yours first, but I&rsquo;m afraid it&rsquo;d get quite embarrassing when people see I&rsquo;m bigger than you.&rdquo; Laughter ensued. The guest turned his head down, raising his hands, as if admitting defeat.<br />Enarov leaned towards Bazarov and whispered. &ldquo;Interesting fact: Most any one of us has a big penis to the cats. Kalikan males have tiny, tiny peckers.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;That does explain a thing or two.&rdquo;<br />Tekko looked around. &ldquo;Anyone else?&rdquo;<br />Another guest joined in. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve heard you can fit a watermelon up your ass!&rdquo;<br />Tekko spread his arms apologetically. &ldquo;Not quite as impressive as you fitting your head up your ass. I&rsquo;d love to see that again.&rdquo;<br />At humbling laughter over the Court, no others seemed to want to take a poke.<br />&ldquo;Is this&hellip; normal?&rdquo; Bazarov asked.<br />&ldquo;Uh,&rdquo; Enarov said. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think so. I imagine some of them might have a game of it going. Seeing whether Tekko has banter up his sleeve for everything.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Without further ado!&rdquo; Tekko went on. &ldquo;We are about to make your night lengths more interesting. I now present to you: our newest kalikan beauty. Biyel!&rdquo;<br />He took a step back and tore down the curtain. It fell with a spectacle of rose petals released like snow. Behind him were a kalikan on her knees. She wore a leash on her collar, connecting her to a solid pole beside her. The audience began cheering and whistling.<br />She did wear spectacles. Big, round ones with a silver rim, matching her ruffled hair. They didn&rsquo;t rest on her ears, like they would on a human. Rather they were somehow fastened to the bridge of her nose.<br />Around her, pillows and duvets were scattered.<br />She looked tiny. Not in that she was small. But she was cowering, looking down. As if she were on trial. Bazarov curiously noted that it was probably an effect of her tail being tucked between her legs. He felt a sting of something like sympathy.<br />Tekko went to her side and pulled her up by the leash. She brought her hands to her throat at a faint gasp. He spoke loudly, so he&rsquo;d be heard through the cheering. &ldquo;Biyel is very, very hungry, and I see we have a ton of leftovers. But since she is new, she hasn&rsquo;t earned her pay yet. She is a very disobedient kitten, so you all have to help me watch that she does absolutely nothing without being told to. Doesn&rsquo;t speak, doesn&rsquo;t bat her tail. Only when she&rsquo;s shown proper respect, she will get fed.&rdquo;<br />The audience roared. Beside Bazarov, Enarov put his hands to his mouth and shouted along. As he clapped, he leaned towards Bazarov. &ldquo;A fine specimen, I must say. I do like the spectacles.&rdquo;<br />Bazarov saw her tail shivering. &ldquo;Do you have to talk about them like they&rsquo;re livestock?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Have you looked at the arrangement, Baz?&rdquo; Enarov motioned towards the stage. &ldquo;Livestock is the idea.&rdquo;<br />Tekko let go of the leash and Biyel dropped, panting. &ldquo;Who wants to break her in?&rdquo;<br />A handful of guests practically leapt to their feet.<br />&ldquo;Do you mind?&rdquo; Enarov asked.<br />Bazarov held his eyes fixed on Biyel as his fingers started drumming on the table. &ldquo;By all means, go ahead.&rdquo;<br />Enarov followed the others to the stage. Bazarov looked to the other tables. A few people got up to leave, it seemed, including the couple he had first seen when they&rsquo;d arrived. He huffed. He would stay. Even if he didn&rsquo;t have the stomach to go up there.<br />Enarov reached the stage as one of the other quests pulled Biyel up by the leash. Enarov received an encouraging nod and he undid his pants.<br />They started giving her orders. Open your mouth.<br />They didn&rsquo;t have the patience for a slow start, it seemed. Holding her in place, they took turns shoving their dicks down her throat. Her ears remained humbly lowered. Her tail was motionless, something that struck him as odd for this creature.<br />They rotated with almost rehearsed efficiency. She seemed to keep her eyes shut, as if wanting to forget they were there. She whined at them hammering against her mouth.<br />As they ejaculated over her, one by one, her fur steadily became oily and sticky. At a command, she cupped her hands before her. She looked away as they were filled with seed.<br />Bazarov glanced to the side. Vigo was silently watching, along with a few other guests. Without turning his head, he was fairly sure that Ilier was pleasing him beneath the table.<br />As the men appeared to want to take a break, Biyel put her hands humbly in her lap and eyed the leftovers on the long table. &ldquo;I&hellip;&rdquo;<br />One of the guests slapped her, cutting her off. &ldquo;Have you been given permission to speak?&rdquo; Laughter ensued.<br />As the guests, including Enarov, finally went for the food, Tekko approached. He had been silently watching.<br />He lifted his skirt, pulled down his underwear and sure enough, he had a dick. Perhaps not the tiniest that one could imagine, but a size that would have had Bazarov feel ashamed, he was sure. Tekko guided Biyel, and she diligently sucked. When the guests returned with shreds of meat and soggy vegetables, Tekko came over Biyel&rsquo;s tongue.<br />She swallowed, followed by a tiny graceful bow and after appreciatively ruffling her hair, Tekko stepped off.<br />The men presented the food they had brought. Biyel reached for it, but they swiftly pulled it out of her reach. She tried standing up, but was forcefully put back on her knees. They ran her in circles as she chased for it. Only after a long while of teasing did they throw the food into the air. When she invariably didn&rsquo;t catch it, they held her arms and made her eat it from the floor without them.<br />When they ran out of food, they took her spectacles. They started throwing them back and forth among each other.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />They watched her try feeling her way, as she helplessly reached out for the them. &ldquo;Please&hellip;&rdquo; she stammered, but then she was slapped for talking. She was met with humbling laughter when she finally caught them.<br />As some of them had seemed to regain some vigor, they started positioning her among the pillows. They explored her holes, first with their fingers. They had her suck them, licking her own juices. Then they took turns with their dicks. Enarov held her light body fixed in the air, while the others went up her pussy and her ass. She whimpered but was soon shut up by a dick down her throat. <br />Bazarov noted Enarov staying clear of her rear.<br />Before long, Enarov looked up at the fading light of the evening. He left the stage, donning his pants as he walked for his brother, who was stubbornly drinking the lasts drops of the drink before him.<br />&ldquo;I have that appointment,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Are you staying here?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I am.&rdquo;<br />Enarov looked back and forth between the stage and Bazarov, as if confused. &ldquo;Uh, yes. Suit yourself.&rdquo; He nodded towards Vigo and Ilier&rsquo;s table. At a wave of Vigo&rsquo;s hand, Ilier rose and followed Enarov. As she passed by, Bazarov eyed Ilier&rsquo;s braid closely. It was long enough to graze her rear. He felt his fingers grab at empty air. <br />As the show went on, Tekko started helping the other cats clean up the leftovers of the food. When there was no more work to do, they disappeared. <br />One by one, the men left for other engagements. Biyel was given breaks more often. The daylight faded steadily and the warmth with it. Before the last man was done with Biyel, Vigo rose as well. Moments after, Bazarov was the only one watching.<br />Finally, Biyel received the final load and she was left alone on the stage. The Court was abandoned, save Bazarov in the shadows and Biyel in the flickering lights of the Bathhouse&rsquo;s windows. She lay sunken into pillows and curled her back in ways that seemed to convey discomfort. <br />He reached into one of his pockets and found a canister. As he opened it, he watched her slowly make her way into sitting position. He brought a roll of thunderthistle tobacco to his lips. It was a weak strain, but he wasn&rsquo;t exactly a proper aficionado. With a compact device, he lit a flame. An expensive gadget. One he had gotten as a gift from his father at the last midsummer festival. He breathed in and let the smoke fill his lungs, then his body.<br />She sat looking intently at the violet moonlight. He felt thoughts grow vaguer. Desires grow more vivid.<br />He was unsure if she was aware of his presence. Surely it didn&rsquo;t take much of a nose to notice the smell of the smoke. Yet she didn&rsquo;t look in his direction. <br />He waited until the roll was just a smoldering stub. He extinguished it on his boot and tossed it into the bushes. With senses obeying him less, he rose and walked towards the stage. She turned and looked him in the eyes as he stepped up before her.<br />He was sure her wide eyes were enlarged by the spectacles she wore. The fur on her cheeks was thicker than average. It gave her a near circular face. He imagined she would have looked perfectly cuddly, if it wasn&rsquo;t because her fur was flat with cum.<br />He breathed in. &ldquo;Answer a question for me.&rdquo;<br />She nodded, as if still afraid she&rsquo;d be punished for talking.<br />&ldquo;Is this something you have agreed to do in exchange for the spectacles you&rsquo;re wearing? As a form of payment? I know how expensive those are.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Th&ndash;&hellip; they were a gift,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;For joining the Bathhouse. But not a payment as such.&rdquo; She waved her tail slowly. Something he hadn&rsquo;t seen her do before.<br />&ldquo;Did you pull the short straw, having to do this show? Do you do rotations? Is it just the lot of the one lowest in the charts?&rdquo;<br />She frowned as if deeply confused by his words. She wrapped her arms around herself, stroking her fur pensively. &ldquo;No, you misunderstand,&rdquo; she muttered. &ldquo;I specifically requested this. I traveled a thousand miles to the only place in Iristar where I would feel safe doing it.&rdquo;<br />He matched her frown. &ldquo;You specifically requested being starved unless you allowed an entire crowd of men to do exactly what they wanted with you? Knowing how deranged men can be? Being forced to sleep outside?&rdquo;<br />She took a moment, but then nodded slowly. &ldquo;Aside from the fact that I don&rsquo;t actually get hungry, yes. I&rsquo;m also used to sleeping outside.&rdquo;<br />He felt an unsettling curiosity. &ldquo;Tell me. Why?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;What do you mean &lsquo;why&rsquo;?&rdquo; she said on a lively note, but then subdued her voice. &ldquo;For the same reason you&rsquo;re here, I assume. Pleasure.&rdquo;<br />When under the influence of thunderthistle, he said some things by reflex. &ldquo;Pleasure is secondary.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah, a philosopher. Here to take all the fun out of everything.&rdquo;<br />He felt a foreign anger. Some frustration with the fact that something like this existed. Something willing to sell its freedom. No, he was almost sure&hellip; Not even selling, giving it away for nothing. &ldquo;I am here to feel powerful,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;To feel free. I can do whatever I want. To anyone I want.&rdquo; He reached out and touched the fur on her cheek. The other men&rsquo;s cum. &ldquo;And for that. You must feel powerless.&rdquo;<br />She hummed. &ldquo;Quite the observation. We fit. Earth and air. Two halves. Harmony. Why are you so pouty?&rdquo;<br />He gritted his teeth. &ldquo;Life does not work like that. We don&rsquo;t all just come together in rotten harmony.&rdquo; He tensed his fingers, gripping at her. She winced as he whispered. &ldquo;You cannot spin happiness from nothing.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;So,&rdquo; she whimpered. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re calling me a liar.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;One of us is.&rdquo; He reached out with his other hand and touched the rim of her spectacles. So solid. They seemed out of place on the otherwise soft-looking creature. &ldquo;Do you like these? Do they give you fond thoughts of being a little special? Recognizable?&rdquo;<br />She nodded. &ldquo;Yes. I like how they help me see. People tell me they look pretty. That warms me.&rdquo;<br />With a whip of his wrist, he tore them off. It would sting where they pinched on her bridge. He inspected them and then looked at her without them. If not for the irritatingly na&iuml;ve depth of her eyes and her soft cheeks, she was just like the rest of them. He kicked away the pillows around his feet.<br />She looked down. Looked up. Arched her eyebrows pathetically. &ldquo;You&hellip; you wouldn&rsquo;t&hellip; they&rsquo;re new&hellip;&rdquo;<br />He held out his hand. He let go. The spectacles struck the floorboards. He lifted his boot and before he allowed the voice of reason in his head to protest, he stomped. Her fur stood on end at the cold sound creeping up their spines.<br />She pulled her shoulders towards her ears and as she shivered, she looked up. No words, just piercing eyes.<br />Retracting his boot, he pointed. &ldquo;Pick them up, whore.&rdquo;<br />She crawled towards him. Her hands searched the floor around where she had heard the sound. Finally, she found them. She lifted them hesitantly. Her fingers inspected the damage. <br />&ldquo;Wear them.&rdquo;<br />When she had concluded that they would still fit her, she did as he said. <br />She looked up at him as he started undoing his pants. He presented a pounding erection. Her eyes were gleaming. Tears were collecting in the corners. A sight broken up by the lines in the glass of the spectacles.<br />At the sound of her heaving breath, he started stroking. He grabbed her and pulled her closer, pushing her against his balls. Like Tekko&rsquo;s face against his brother.<br />&ldquo;Say &lsquo;cum on my stupid, ugly spectacles&rsquo;.&rdquo;<br />He pulled her back, giving her air. She gaped for a moment, but then tightened her lips. She spoke slowly. &ldquo;Cum on my&hellip; Stupid&hellip; Ugly&hellip; spectacles.&rdquo;<br />He clenched his fingers in her hair and snapped her head back. With a staggering breath and sweat collecting on his skin, he kept going furiously. As he reached his limit, he coated her spectacles. Despite having unloaded once after the trip, he still had volumes upon volumes. He made sure to hit her hair. He relished the thought that she would have to sleep with it before getting to bathe.<br />He groaned and finally let go of her. A burning sensation lived in his limbs. It didn&rsquo;t settle. He didn&rsquo;t stop.&nbsp;&nbsp;&ldquo;Now,&rdquo; he said, looking at the curtains he had drawn on the glass. She glared at him from the other side. &ldquo;Lick them clean.&rdquo;<br />After a few long moments, she nodded. With uncertain hands, she took them off and turned them. With eyes fixated on the ground, she opened her mouth. She pushed the broken glass against her tongue and started steady, lazy licks. <br />She swallowed with a heavy sound. Then she repeated the process for the other glass. When she was done, she put the dewy spectacles back on. Not entirely clean, but it seemed she didn&rsquo;t have stomach for more. <br />&ldquo;Say &lsquo;thank you for the meal, sir&rsquo;.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Say it!&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Thank you for the meal, sir.&rdquo; Spite was seeping into her words. Tears were spilling into her fur.<br />&ldquo;Say &lsquo;It&rsquo;s all I&rsquo;m worth&rsquo;.&rdquo;<br />She gave a faint snarl. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s&hellip; all I&rsquo;m worth.&rdquo;<br />He was already getting hard again.<br />He pushed her over and grabbed her tail. He pulled her rear into position. As he entered her pussy, she gave a sharp squeal. He disregarded the distinct sensation of cum already inside her. He thrusted and instinctively her muscles seemed to match his movement. He went on for a minute but at his strange anger, it was suddenly not enough.<br />After a brief exercising of her sphincter with two fingers, he pulled out her pussy and went up her ass. It was an easier fit than he had expected. She cried out like an animal.<br />Tight as nothing he had imagined. He groaned against the night sky as she sobbed.<br />When he was pushing the deepest, he toyed with imagining that Biyel was a little smaller. That maybe she had a pretentious idea that she was a princess. That he had slapped the smirk off her face and that she lay crying because he had taken her stupidly adorable crown from her.<br />He considered asking her to purr, but for all he knew, purring required a certain mood or something of the sort.<br />He certainly didn&rsquo;t want to look like an idiot.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />Ashka looked on, feeling hatred and lust in equal parts.<br />She looked at the man mistreating the tied up cat. No scent of apology on him. Just the dreadful smell of burnt thunderthistle. Worthless, vile&hellip;<br />She wanted to twist his neck around. To break his legs. To slice up his ball sack, dangling from that hard, well-sized dick of his. <br />She blinked and tried to get a hold of her thoughts. As she looked down, she found her fingers working inside her again. She grumbled, in her now worn frustration. No more touching herself. Today.<br />She felt like she needed to get&hellip; cleaned. She snaked down the backside of the building and made her way into the water. After having rinsed her fur thoroughly, she dove under and swam with the current. She surfaced beneath the low hanging leaves of a leaning sycamore tree. She looked at the Bathhouse, soaked in moonlight. The windows with the flickering shadows. The moans faintly reaching her. <br />She could leave now. Never come back. Forget Ilier. <br />No. If nothing else, she had to see her one more time.<br />She landed, went onto the rooftops once more and set her newly cleaned nostrils to search for Ilier&rsquo;s scent. She shook off the water as she moved. The trail led her back to the building where Vigo resided. A room on the top floor. A wide balcony. Was it Iliers own? It was probably where she took&hellip; visitors.<br />She leapt for a tree at a convenient distance from the windows. Positioning herself, she was stunned at how clearly she saw the interior. The soft, yet insistent scarlet light of redstones filled the room.<br />Ilier was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore bold, black gloves. Over her lap, a muscular man lay limply on his stomach. One who had been present at the event. In his hands, he was caressing her long braid. He wore a leash, one she was tugging at. She was grinning fiendishly. With her other hand, she was whipping his rear with a&hellip; riding crop?<br />A strange sort of curiosity started blossoming in her. You get to hurt the humans? Somehow, she had thought that the slavery always involved kalikan suffering. Was he enjoying it? <br />His grunts were loud enough to reach her. It certainly seemed so. That took half the fun out of it, didn&rsquo;t it? Knowing they had asked for it. There wouldn&rsquo;t be the sweet sensation of knowing they were screaming for help inside.<br />She frowned as Ilier started speaking loudly, probably giving orders. The man crawled and positioned himself on all fours on the bed. Though he was well built and certainly not ugly, the large size of his stature gave her odd feelings. There was something unnatural about him poising his rear for someone as sleek as Ilier.<br />From behind him, she reached between his legs and took hold of his dick. She pulled it towards her and Ashka saw her gripping him in her claws. As she tore at the leash, forcing him to arch his back, she stroked, caressing him. First fiercely, then mercifully, as if rewarding him for enduring.<br />The reward was brief. The next moment, Ilier let go of the leash and placed her fingers against his rear, between his cheeks. Ashka had to close her eyes at her stomach turning. She couldn&rsquo;t watch that. Keeping her eyes averted, she moved along the branch she sat on. When she was closest to the balcony, she leapt and caught the handrail. On the soft marble, she crouched, moving beneath a window.<br />The moans were vivid there. He was grunting heavily, staggering. Ilier&rsquo;s voice was light and rhythmic. It was almost humorous how controlled and measured she was, compared to him.<br />&ldquo;Who&rsquo;s a bad boy?&rdquo; she asked.<br />&ldquo;I&hellip;&rdquo; He fought for his words. &ldquo;I am!&rdquo;<br />Ashka put a palm to her mouth as to hold back laughter.<br />&ldquo;Cum for your queen. Show how much you worship me!&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes! Yes!&rdquo; He released a drawn out groan and Ashka took the opportunity to let it cover up her chuckling. <br />Ilier hummed appreciatively, but soon huffed as if he had spat on her. &ldquo;You got it on me, you disrespectful runt!&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m&hellip; I&rsquo;m so sorry.&rdquo;<br />She heard the whipping sound of the riding crop as Ilier spoke. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t. Let. It. Happen. Again.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ooouw! Of course not!&rdquo;<br />After sounds of bodies rearranging, his deep moans were replaced with muted mumbling. Ashka rose carefully and caught a glimpse of the inside, before retracting. The man on his back, Ilier striding over him, grinding against his face.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />Osh, after an orgasm? Gods, weren&rsquo;t they done soon?<br />Ashka tried not to think about Ilier&rsquo;s rear against his mouth, but the image wouldn&rsquo;t leave her head.<br />Soon, their exhaustion seemed to set in. Vigorous motions died out and the rhythms of their breaths became hypnotizingly slow.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />&ldquo;Tha&ndash;&hellip; Thank you, Ilier,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve&hellip; gone too long without that.&rdquo;<br />She gave a thoughtful hum. She paused. &ldquo;Last time you were here, you were getting married. How did that work out for you?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Uh, yes, Myrna. She&rsquo;s a good wife. She&rsquo;s watching over the estate. Good with the finances.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;What does she think of you&hellip; here?&rdquo; <br />He let out a dejected breath. &ldquo;She&rsquo;s under the impression that I am merely chaperoning Bazarov. She would probably tear our eyes out, if she was here this moment.&rdquo;<br />She laughed a brief, light sound. &ldquo;I was sure dalliances were&hellip; common in central Dellamor.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Common, sure. Doesn&rsquo;t stop the girls from hoping. She&rsquo;s of Melian descent too. Very honor-bound people.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Honor can&rsquo;t keep you from this?&rdquo;<br />He hissed in pleasure, as she had evidently touched him. &ldquo;If she would learn to do what you just did, maybe&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Did you talk to her about it?&rdquo;<br />He sighed. &ldquo;She doesn&rsquo;t want to talk about that sort of thing. Gives her a sour taste in the mouth, apparently.&rdquo;<br />Ashka knew that taste exactly. <br />&ldquo;That and&hellip;&rdquo; he went on. &ldquo;She&rsquo;s just not&hellip; you know&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Kalikan.&rdquo;<br />He laughed. &ldquo;Yes.&rdquo;<br />Silence settled for a blissful moment. Ashka was allowed to cleanse her thoughts. To focus on the stars above her.<br />&ldquo;You should get going,&rdquo; Ilier said softly. &ldquo;I have an, uh&hellip; appointment.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Another guest? At this hour?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;No, this is a&hellip; private engagement. That is, if you don&rsquo;t think me terribly rude&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Certainly not!&rdquo; The sound of him rising and starting take on his clothes followed. &ldquo;Maybe I can still get one last drink with Bazarov.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Thank you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;No problem.&rdquo; Moments later, she heard the door and then there was no sound but the wind and Ilier&rsquo;s footsteps. After what had to be her putting away the attire she&rsquo;d used, she approached the window. It was opened wide above Ashka. She had expected Ilier to smell her.<br />&ldquo;You know what&rsquo;s incredibly rude?&rdquo; Ashka looked numbly up and met Ilier&rsquo;s eyes. &ldquo;Eavesdropping on lovers.&rdquo;<br />She kept composed. &ldquo;You call that love?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;A peculiar facet of the language,&rdquo; Ilier said with a quirk of a smile. &ldquo;Love means sex.&rdquo; She reached down as if to caress her, but Ashka swiftly pulled out of reach.<br />&ldquo;Please wash that hand before you get near me.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I was wearing gloves, you sass.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t care.&rdquo; Ashka rose and put her back against the handrail. &ldquo;You had him sweating on you. You need to get cleaned.&rdquo;<br />Ilier went around and through the door, onto the balcony. She leaned over the handrail by her side. Her tail swept and Ashka relished her scent, even through the traces of the guest. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s in good shape,&rdquo; Ilier said. &ldquo;He hardly sweats.&rdquo;<br />They looked sideways at each other. They each seemed to feel at the silence. Not hearing Ilier&rsquo;s summer soul made it hard to gauge the pace. Ashka longed to embrace her, but she still wasn&rsquo;t sure of&hellip; what Ilier had become. <br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re quite happy here?&rdquo; she asked, finally.<br />&ldquo;I am.&rdquo; Too certain.<br />She breathed in deep. &ldquo;I spoke to Vigo.&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;&ldquo;You did?&rdquo; Illier hummed in affirmation. &ldquo;What for?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I wanted him to let you go.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I can go any time I want.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes. But you don&rsquo;t.&rdquo;<br />Ilier shrugged as if it was indeed somehow beyond her power.<br />&ldquo;He claimed&hellip;&rdquo; Ashka went on carefully. &ldquo;He could give me what I wanted. You wanting to go home. He said he might have to hurt your feelings.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah.&rdquo; Ilier tossed her head, rolling her eyes. &ldquo;And you thought telling me might let me know what a snake he is. That he is toying with me.&rdquo;<br />Out of sight, Ashka dug her claws into her palm. &ldquo;Hm. Maybe.&rdquo; <br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not as young as I were, Ash.&rdquo; Ilier&rsquo;s ears perked proudly. &ldquo;I know he is toying with me. Truth be told, he could make me want to go with you.&rdquo;<br />Ilier&rsquo;s careless dismissal gave Ashka a distinctly wry feeling. &ldquo;But I can&rsquo;t?&rdquo;<br />She sighed. &ldquo;I have impulses I can&rsquo;t begin justifying to you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Try me.&rdquo;<br />Ilier brought her gaze down. &ldquo;You make me stubborn, Ash. Of course, I want to see you smile, but I&rsquo;m also sorry to say that I think there&rsquo;s a lot you don&rsquo;t understand.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re probably right.&rdquo; But then explain it to me. Like the idiot I am. &ldquo;Go on.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;He&hellip;&rdquo; She made a grasping gesture before her. &ldquo;He makes me excited. Him bargaining with me like I&rsquo;m a thing. In a game with you. It releases something in me.&rdquo;<br />The pit in her stomach unfolded. &ldquo;Enough.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Sorry.&rdquo; She brought her ears down. &rdquo;What did he want in return? For giving you what you want?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Too much.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;He wants you to work here.&rdquo; Ilier narrowed her eyes, as if it was the most Vigo thing Vigo could have said. &ldquo;Your reluctance is a challenge to him. He hasn&rsquo;t had to properly convince anyone since he&hellip; well, since me.&rdquo; She gleaned sideways at Ashka. &ldquo;Let me tell you something he probably doesn&rsquo;t want you to know. He doesn&rsquo;t think he&rsquo;s bargaining me away. He is probably confident that when you&rsquo;ve stayed here long enough, you&rsquo;re not going to want to leave either.&rdquo;<br />She nodded uncomfortably. &ldquo;I had a feeling.&rdquo;<br />Ilier&rsquo;s ears skewed curiously. &ldquo;You&hellip; seem uneasy.&rdquo; <br />Ashka damn well knew, and she hated it. There was the looming fear that Vigo&rsquo;s mind games were somehow that intricate. That she would in fact want to stay. She turned around, facing the gardens and placed herself an inch closer to Ilier. &ldquo;Because I am&hellip;&rdquo; She loathed that word too. &ldquo;Horny. And I can&rsquo;t find proper release.&rdquo; It had persisted all evening. It had poisoned every other feeling.<br />Ilier traced her gaze into the night. &ldquo;Is it&hellip; Vigo?&rdquo; <br />How she hated him. &ldquo;Yes. It&rsquo;s Vigo and his damn scent. His eyes.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes, he&rsquo;s quite something.&rdquo; Ilier gave a short laugh. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m glad you don&rsquo;t find me entirely crazy.&rdquo;<br />She fought not to growl. &ldquo;I understand why you have passion for him. I don&rsquo;t condone it.&rdquo;<br />Ilier put a hand on her arm. &ldquo;All those embers in you wanting to get out. That can&rsquo;t be healthy.&rdquo;<br />Ashka looked at her. It had been too long since they had touched each other. Warmth. She was too tired to complain that Ilier hadn&rsquo;t washed up yet. &ldquo;I feel like&hellip; I feel&hellip;&rdquo; She honestly didn&rsquo;t know.<br />&ldquo;Would you&hellip;&rdquo; Ilier spoke slowly. &ldquo;Do something for me?&rdquo;<br />Focusing on the sensation of her touch, Ashka held her gaze. &ldquo;What?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Here&rsquo;s my proposition,&rdquo; Ilier spoke slowly. &ldquo;Forget Vigo&rsquo;s lies. If you do it for me. Whatever he proposed&hellip; how much work would he have you do?&rdquo;<br />She winced. &ldquo;Reach third place on your damn charts.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ah. If you reach third place&hellip; I will go with you on my accord. If you take a walk in my world, I will come with you back to yours.&rdquo;<br />Inside her, there was a peculiar pain. A distant frustration, like not being able to wake from a nightmare. &ldquo;Why&hellip; why would you&hellip; force me to go through that? His terms?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Because I am deviant, Ash. Because it gets me going. Forgive me.&rdquo; Ilier let go of her and looked towards the moon. &ldquo;And&hellip; because I had a dream. A tiny, na&iuml;ve dream. Of you and me sleeping with a man together. Back then. We were so beautiful. I can stay up at night thinking of how he would have to admire us.&rdquo;<br />By reflex, she wanted to call out in disgust. But the turnings inside her were holding her back. Spurring her forward. &ldquo;Vigo&hellip;&rdquo; She tried saying the name without revolt. &ldquo;Admiring us below him. I don&rsquo;t want to be below anyone.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;And I don&rsquo;t want to go home. Neither of us get what we want.&rdquo;<br />The growing knot was starting to torment her. She wanted to scream. Kill it. Could she not give her sister this? She clenched her fists. Spoke lowly. &ldquo;I will try. This one thing. But only because that scent will haunt me otherwise. And only if he will please me.&rdquo;<br />Ilier tried to contain her grin, but her ears gave her away. &ldquo;He will please you, if you please him.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Fine.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Are you sure?&rdquo;<br />She breathed in and sensed that if she thought it over, she would only break herself further apart. &ldquo;Yes, damn it. Let&rsquo;s get it over with. Before I change my mind.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Oh, Ash!&rdquo; Ilier leapt against her, throwing her arms around her. &ldquo;Thank you. Thank you!&rdquo;<br />She shivered and turned, embracing Ilier fully. Took in her warmth, her scent. She felt a sort of relief.<br />&ldquo;Ash,&rdquo; Ilier whispered. &ldquo;Feel that? I smell it on you. The excitement. Don&rsquo;t be scared.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I&hellip;&rdquo; Holding on, she tried to steady her limbs. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ll take the lead, yes?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Of course I will. Come on!&rdquo; Ilier released Ashka and turned, taking her hand. At a brisk stride, she led the way through the room and towards the door to the hall. &ldquo;Just go by his pace. He will be a right gentleman, I&rsquo;m certain.&rdquo;<br />As they moved deeper into the building, Ashka felt a creeping unease at walking their floors, beneath their roofs. She didn&rsquo;t know exactly what she could expect from a fox like Vigo acting like a gentleman. She tried to forget the voices in her head talking over each other. Tried to focus on the excitement. The spreading heat in her body.<br />As they reached the end of the hall, they stopped in front of a door. At a step&rsquo;s distance from each other, they shared a glance.<br />&ldquo;Are you ready?&rdquo; Ilier asked.<br />Ashka stood with short breaths. There was a thought she couldn&rsquo;t hold back. &ldquo;Will my summer soul go out?&rdquo;<br />Ilier froze but then gave her an earnest look. &ldquo;At first? No. It will dull, if you stay too long. But when we leave, they&rsquo;ll wake up again. Simple as that.&rdquo;<br />After a moment, she nodded. &ldquo;Alright. I&rsquo;m ready.&rdquo;<br />Ilier took her shoulder. &ldquo;Here, stand with me.&rdquo;<br />Speechless, Ashka let Ilier rearrange them so they stood hip to hip. Ilier reached out and carefully knocked the door twice.<br />&ldquo;Come in!&rdquo; Vigo called.<br />&ldquo;No, come open up, sweetheart,&rdquo; Ilier said, sending Ashka&rsquo;s heart to her throat. &ldquo;I have a surprise.&rdquo;<br />After a moment of silence, he laughed softly and she heard him approach the door. &ldquo;Hm, I&rsquo;m excited to see what you think can surprise me these days.&rdquo;<br />The moment the door opened, Ilier snaked against her and with a humbly poised leg on her thigh, she ran her hands through her coat. &ldquo;Huzzah! Ashka. Or Hyzel, some boys called her. My elder sister. I told you she was prettier than me.&rdquo;<br />He wore spectacles on his nose like the girl at the event. In his hand he had a small book. &ldquo;Ah,&rdquo; he said, looking at her trembling body from head to toe. &ldquo;Meaning respectively Skipping Stone and Doe. We&rsquo;ve met.&rdquo; He wore a robe in what looked to be a soft, dark-red material. He set the book at a table beside the door along with his spectacles. &ldquo;So, tell me. Did you think about my offer?&rdquo;<br />She was too focused on his eyes to nod. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve&hellip; thought about your offer.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;And is this a&hellip; polite refusal?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a&hellip; it&rsquo;s&hellip;&rdquo;<br />Ilier cut in. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a taste. To see if you get her tail curly and her ears perky.&rdquo;<br />Ashka suddenly felt an urge to strangle her. &ldquo;Ilier!&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Sorry.&rdquo;<br />He gave a patronizing smile to Ilier that made Ashka both warm and angry. <br />He nodded to her. &ldquo;Come on in, then. We&rsquo;ll take it easy.&rdquo;<br />As he turned and walked, he dropped his robe on the floor, leaving him naked save his undergarments.<br />With eyes fixed on the muscles straining on his back, Ashka was guided along behind him. Before the bed, he pulled off the last piece of clothing and Ashka almost stopped at the sight of his rear. How could he possibly have skin like that without the touch of a summer soul?<br />He crept onto the bed and moved to put his back against the wall.<br />Ashka stood embarrassingly still at the foot of the bed. Looking at his rising member. Probably average for a human&hellip; a lot larger than she was used to.<br />Ilier gave her a reassuring pat on the rear and then followed onto the bed. She arched her back, curling her tail as she approached him. With coy eyes turned back at Ashka, she slithered up against him, grabbing his dick. &ldquo;Come on. Taste him with me.&rdquo;<br />She blinked once then moved ahead, feeling the sheets beneath her knees. As she reached him, he gave her a small nod. She put her nose closer. Ilier leaned forth and cradling it in her hands, she ran her tongue from bottom to top. The scent of her sister&rsquo;s saliva mixed with those of him and his skin.<br />Ilier blinked euphorically. &ldquo;Your tongue is rough. Get it plenty wet.&rdquo;<br />Thinking on Ilier&rsquo;s words Ashka salivated. Then she opened her mouth hesitantly. Sticking out her tongue, she felt the scents come on stronger. She moved closer. He seemed to be growing beneath Ilier&rsquo;s licking. Ilier reached out and gently pulled Ashka the final inches&rsquo; distance.<br />She tasted it and the warmth in her body leapt. She felt her tongue resist him, she felt his coursing blood. It wasn&rsquo;t&hellip; bad. It was doable. A soft moan left him. Did humans actually enjoy the rough tongues? Of course, she had enjoyed Ilier&rsquo;s tongue perfectly back then&hellip;<br />She let her hand entwine with Ilier&rsquo;s at the bottom. She closed her eyes, but couldn&rsquo;t close out Ilier&rsquo;s giggling smile. Their tongues met at his tip and Ashka shivered. Her sister&rsquo;s taste. So many senses twisting, roaring against each other. She let the soft, unrestrained groans from Vigo guide her motion. His pulsing against her lips. Her lips against Ilier&rsquo;s.<br />All the while the burning sensation smoldered down her thighs. She wanted to touch herself, but was severely in doubt about the&hellip; order of events.<br />Before she could search for tells from Ilier, Vigo moved from beneath them. He sat up and she placed herself hesitantly before him. She froze at his hand against the fur on her cheek.<br />&ldquo;You do well,&rdquo; he said, his rugged voice resonating through her. &ldquo;May I&hellip;?&rdquo; His other hand slid down her ruff. The skin against fur was like rocks through a river. Easy.<br />&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; she said, her breath caught in her throat.<br />As she lay herself down on her back and raised her legs, Ilier moved up behind him. Ashka met her eyes briefly. But as Ilier started biting his neck, Vigo&rsquo;s eyes reclaimed her. His hand descended and soon grazed her where she burned the most. With little resistance, a finger slipped inside her and her eyes shot open. Heat pulsed.<br />After careful motion up her trembling body, he added another finger. She bit her lip and felt her eyes water. He pushed, almost too careful. Finally, after too long, she felt his dick. On the verge of entering her. The place that was hers more than anything. A human she had just met. One she hated. <br />It would hurt. She had been infatuated with humans. Kissed them, even. But she had never had one inside her. Only kalikan boys. <br />She cried out sharply and he held back.<br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry,&rdquo; he said. She held her breath as he rested against her. &ldquo;Should I stop?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Go. Slowly.&rdquo;<br />He put in weight and she bit down, hissing. By the stars, he was large. For a moment, she jovially wondered if this was what a horse felt like. <br />As he started moving shallowly, she forced her body to obey her. Suddenly she wanted it more than it seemed to. She put her legs around him, flattening her ears. As he went deeper, she surrendered. Her tail batted wildly. At the heat, she forgot everything. Her surroundings, her sister, her name. Her gasps. Only his scent remained. <br />&ldquo;What&hellip;&rdquo; she stammered. &ldquo;What do you like?&rdquo;<br />He grinned and suddenly his smile wasn&rsquo;t all that bad. &ldquo;What I like? What do you like?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Your&hellip; scent.&rdquo;<br />He tensed his muscles as if she had touched his pride. &ldquo;I hear it&rsquo;s&hellip; overpowering.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Yes&hellip;&rdquo; Oh, the hunger. &ldquo;Do that.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Overpower you?&rdquo;<br />Yes, that. &ldquo;Come on!&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Certainly.&rdquo;<br />One of his hands grabbed her arm, pushing it into the bed. The other slid through her ruff and up her neck. It gripped against her chin and her cheek, pushing her head back. And as he put in his weight, pushing harder, thrusting her into the sheets, all she could think was, I am beneath him. It was where she wanted to be.<br />Suddenly she felt something against her fur&hellip; beneath Vigo. A rough tongue, working against where the two of them were joined. Ilier. Oh, exactly what she used to do. Except there had never been a man between them. She was insistent. For a moment, Ashka was sure she felt her tongue inside her. She curled her tail around Ilier in appreciation. <br />&ldquo;Do worse,&rdquo; she heard herself say. <br />He held back. &ldquo;Excuse me?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Do worse! You fox!&rdquo;<br />He hesitated, but then determination shone in his eyes. He pulled out and grabbed her hair. Her precious hair. She cried out as he dragged her to her knees.<br />&ldquo;Open your mouth,&rdquo; he said fiercely.<br />She obeyed. Not a moment later, his dick was forced against the back of her throat.<br />As she retreated, coughing at a sudden feeling of nausea, he hesitated. She did not want him to hesitate. She had to be a big girl.<br />She leaned forward and through the nausea and the straining against her throat, she guided him down. She tried to signal fortitude with her tail and her ears. Though she wasn&rsquo;t sure he understood, he picked up the pace again. He slid effortlessly over her tongue, still pulling at her hair. A stinging sensation that fueled an anger that she was only just getting to know. She had to touch herself. Osh, if only there were more Vigos, so both could be done at once.<br />Ilier crawled up behind her in a soft embrace. She hummed in her ear, a sound that only faintly seemed to reach her.<br />She placed her hands gently on her cheeks, as if wanting to feel the motion herself. &ldquo;Yes. Suck him dry&hellip;&rdquo; Ilier whispered. &ldquo;You whore&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Ilier,&rdquo; Vigo said sternly.<br />As he hesitated, Ashka pulled back, coughing. She looked up him and showed teeth. &ldquo;Yes, I&rsquo;m your whore,&rdquo; she sneered. &ldquo;Unload in your whore&rsquo;s mouth.&rdquo; She opened up. His seed. She had smelled it. Tasted the first drops. Her whole body was waiting for it.<br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s a good girl,&rdquo; he said as he started stroking. She relished the words. That was exactly what she was.<br />She wanted to hold his gaze, but as she saw his ejaculate, she closed her eyes by reflex. Sure enough, he hit her eyelid, but the vast majority landed on her tongue. The taste of salt spread through her saliva. The warm sensation tugged at a sliver of nausea that was crushed beneath the excitement.<br />As she opened her eyes, carefully blinking, Ilier was soon in front of her. &ldquo;You selfish, little&hellip;!&rdquo; She leaned in, opening her mouth. It enveloped her tongue, and in spite of all reason, Ashka decided that even if this wasn&rsquo;t the kiss she had wanted, it was far better. The taste of salt was divided between them.<br />As their tongues worked against each other, Ilier&rsquo;s fingers slid up Ashka&rsquo;s thigh and entered her. The pounding warmth was on its way to a crescendo even before she reached the deeper parts of her. Ilier curled her fingers slightly, hitting an angle that for a moment robbed Ashka of all sensation.<br />Then it rolled in. The promised orgasm. How did she still know exactly where to push? After all these years? She shook and shook, like a windswept willow.<br />The warm taste soon disappeared, seeping down their throats and out the corners of their mouths.<br />Finally, Ahska had to lean back, letting go. &ldquo;E&ndash;&hellip; enough&hellip;&rdquo;<br />Before falling onto her back among the sheets, she saw Vigo&rsquo;s soft grin. Not as if he was haughtily relishing a victory. As if he was utterly in awe. Perfect. Soon, he and Ilier dropped beside her.<br />The three of them lay panting among the sheets. After Ilier crawled up, cradling him from his side, Ashka couldn&rsquo;t help but do the same.<br />She needed to rest. But after that&hellip; after that there was a whole night. She had to get cleaned. But&hellip; she would get cleaned soon enough.<br />&ldquo;So,&rdquo; he said. His voice had a wonderful sense of care. &ldquo;Did I see a curly tail and perky ears?&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;Shush.&rdquo; Ashka bit gently at his ear. &ldquo;Any sass, and I won&rsquo;t do that again.&rdquo;<br />But just beneath the surface she hoped fiercely that he would be clever with her. There was something wonderful about that anger.<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />Bazarov moved down the hallways with fading energy. Turning the corner, he stopped in the track. Enarov stood with a puppy-like expression in front of number twelve, his door. As he was about to knock again, Bazarov strode forward. <br />&ldquo;Hey, Baz!&rdquo; Enarov said as he moved him aside and unlocked the door. &ldquo;Where have you been? I couldn&rsquo;t find you.&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;I went for a little walk. Had a smoke.&rdquo; As he went inside, he closed the door, before Enarov could step forward. He considered locking it, but even through his poor mood, he knew how rude it would seem. He threw himself on the bed. He took off his boots and threw them onto the floor.<br />After a moment, there was a tentative knock on the door. &ldquo;Baz! Are you alright?&rdquo;<br />He tried to sound calm. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m fine, just&hellip; we will talk about it tomorrow.&rdquo; <br />Another moment passed, probably of Enarov considering whether to enter the room uninvited. &ldquo;Fine. If you say so. Don&rsquo;t hesitate to come to my room, if you need anything.&rdquo;<br />As Bazarov leaned back, closing his eyes, he couldn&rsquo;t help but wonder what Enarov would be thinking. Whether he could figure out what had happened, by means of not being a complete idiot. Of course, nothing had happened as such. He had played by the rules Enarov had taught him.<br />Even so, he felt terrible. 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