Brothel Mishaps
#4 of Just a Series of Things
Just something I wrote on FFN and decided to post here.
I'm writing this little sequel out of the fact that people kinda liked Han and Jax. I think. Anyway, here's just a little interlope I personally call "Breaking The Mask".
"AHHHHH!~~" For the umpteenth time that morning, Han the Blaziken had another orgasm on the bed he still hadn't gotten up from. His fingers were soaked to the bone when he pulled them out of his twat, and licking them clean only left him open to plunge his other hand inside of his pussy.
Why he was doing this? He had no idea. It's been a few days since he and that human Jax first met, during which time the avian had been used by other Pokemon in the brothel for once without being judged. He'd never been all the more grateful to limp back to his room that early morning, but now it seemed that his hormones were going haywire from the lack of being used.
All he could think about was cock and big males who had them. It was one of the many curses of being a cuntboy-always jealous of the lack of a proper tool for relief. At least his fingers could actually spur something on for him.
When his left hand exited his mouth, his arm went on autopilot and descended to his swollen clitoris. The poor thing had been sensitive since that day and rubbing it with his thumb had him screaming to the heavens. His legs moved on their own, positioning him where his nether region faced the door, as to let anyone daring to come inside see him pleasing himself so ferociously.
In and out like a blur, his fingers went. Wet sloshing and his desperate moaning were the only noises around in the soundproofed room. The rough texture of his hand as he sunk every digit inside was enough to have him cum from being stretched, before he came again as he smashed against his g-spot. His bedsheets were basically wet cloth at this point, something the housekeeper would have a fit about cleaning, and the floor around his bed had a few puddles here and there.
For the moment, his trance broke and getting the day started filled out his priority list more than sitting here and blasting his essence all over the place. SO with heavy regret, Han got out of bed for the first time in 72 hours and tried making his way to the bathroom.
Emphasis on tried.
The most simplest movement had his folds on fire, ready to be touched, caressed, violated again. Han clenched his beak in his struggle, fighting his own body from pleasure as he stepped into his destination and closed the door. Locking it wouldn't be a problem-nor was it possible since well, you're a resident and you have to be tended to at all times-so he went straight to the shower stall and opened the sliding door.
The water was automatic, so he got blasted with hot fluids immediately. However, this permitted another problem, as he grabbed the body wash meant for his feathers. Water felt so remotely close to cum, so if he were to...
There'd be no telling when he would come out of here.
So he had to be fast and strong if he were to ever escape. His soap-lathered hands went to town on his feathers, clearing them of any dirt, grime and sweat buildup from the past days spent in bed. His arms, chest, neck and belly felt good as new again as they were cleaned. His legs followed suit with some careful positioning, and his back had a bit of a delay-a delay of which was just him idly shaking his rear in the water.
But now here was the big challenge; cleaning the feathers around his folds would require the water to rain on the whole area. So, he gathered his rational thoughts, steeled his mind the best way he could, and reached to grab the shower head to position it right...
If the walls weren't soundproofed, everyone on the floor would have heard him scream to Arceus at that moment.
The water felt like thick streams of seed in his lust-addled brain, and he only wanted them to go...in-insi-NO! He had a job to do! And he's gonna finish it! His hands came back, scratching around his entrance to clean it of his residual cum that's been there for a while now. Flakes of seed that wasn't his left his feathers to stick up again, and soon the only thing keeping him from leaving the shower was the thing conducting the shower in the first place.
Han, with just a little bit of will, decided to see if the stream would still feel good if they...The second he brought them closer, his mind painted an image in his head about a similar situation, except with him sleeping, and made him gush all over the shower head. Some willpower led to him shoving it back into its proper place before it turned off from the timer he preset on it. That was a close one.
He shakily opened the door to the shower and nearly wobbled out. A dry towel was yanked off the rack to get his feathers nice and normal-looking for once, and cleaning his crotch was only brief as he was sure the rough texture of the towel would spark his lust again.
But now, he awkwardly walked back into the bedroom with his legs spread open to avoid rubbing them together. Now what did he do? He was clean; Housekeeping must have sneaked in and took the sheets, since the sheets and comforter was gone; His TV hasn't came in yet from the order he sent; and he didn't need to eat as much since he always eats berries at a set time of the day. So...that left him with...
His lust provided the answer for him as his folds burned yet again without a single touch to them. What was going ON with him!? He couldn't be in heat already-the brothel would have warned the floor about it! This was all more confusing than anger-inducing in actuality. So, with a resigned face, he sat in a chain with his legs open and resumed pleasing himself.
At least till he passed out a few hours later, his brain unable to keep processing with so much pleasure racking it to shreds. His body lay hung over the armrest, sprawled out like a Talonflame in flight. Silence filled the usually quiet room until the door slowly clicked and moved inwards.
In stepped a rather unexpected guest. A Nidoking. The lumbering hunk of a Pokemon made his way to Han's unconscious body, grinning as wide as a Gengar would. "Awww, the poor guy tired himself out finally~..."
Why finally? Well, let's watch. The unnamed Nidoking brought the Blaziken to his naked bed, keeping him sprawled out before tying his legs apart. The Drill Pokemon chuckled before reaching to the Blaziken's cunt and prying it open with two fingers. Nidoking had a bit of a pause before his claws glowed purple and pricked into Han's inner walls, injecting him with a little something-something.
"That'll keep you ready for a bit~." He pulled his finger out of their, positioning his crotch to the opening. Nidoking's shaft slid out smoothly and drilled-pun slightly intended-its way inside of Han. The snoozing Blaziken only moaned in his sleep as his body was used like a toy. And it would stay that way from the rest of the day to late at night.
Nidoking built up a strong climax for a finisher, after basically giving Han the filling of his life beforehand. If he could get pregnant, then he'd be laying a litter for this Nidoking. But, he can't which was enough reason for the purple Pokemon to abuse this opportunity as much as he wanted. And as he came for what felt like...he lost count...he knew he'd just be back for more tomorrow. His seed flooded out of Han's pussy with nothing to stop it from getting on the bed. Said mattress was pretty much soiled at this point, so the Blaziken would need a new one.
Or just somewhere new to sleep.
"And I'll be happy to accommodate~..." The Nidoking pulled out of Han, his cock coated in his seed and then some. A few stray shots made themselves known onto the cuntboy's folds, which were hastily cleaned up to avoid suspicion. Damn his kind for having purple-laced semen. Nidoking stood up, drinking in the sight of a filled body before leaving the room, but not before adding on thing.
"It's only a matter of time till you realize your real duty...as my slut~..."
Bam, plot twist. Han has someone after his body, and he can't fight him if he only comes at his most vulnerable. It's just up to you and me to see if he'll escape or just fall deeper than where he is now.
So Moncheli.