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Hotel Grande Kitsune

Written by Valtter Ihlahri

Commission/Request for Fang Everheart

Chapter One: Check in ** **

The mirror was coated with a thick film of dew as steam permeated air from the freshly finished shower. The old pipes still clamored with an annoyingly loud cathedral organ like ruckus, but Alaunus was ignoring it. It meant nothing to him as he wiped the mirror clean and stared emptily at his reflection. He saw nothing, nothing but an empty husk with a mane, someone without meaning, someone without someone to make him happy. The mirror fogged over and he blinked a few times before wiping it clean again. His thoughts felt meaningless, little squeaks of pestering sadness seemed to plague his mind. He dried himself off, and composed himself before he began to get halfway dressed for the day. Groggily he walked over to the kitchen shirtless to make his morning drink. "I hope I can make this witches brew strong enough, I don't exactly know how I can get through today, especially today of all days," he thought to himself.

As he turned on the milk-frother he began to hear a very loud paper tearing sound, and he let it linger for a few more moments longer, taking him back to some of his barista days. He whipped together a crudely strong flat white and walked over to his computer resting on the table and sat down and groaned. His bathrobe dangling an inch above the ground, left open exposing his chest. Alaunus didn't worry too much about his appearance since he thankfully worked from home and rarely had to do video chats. Occasionally he would have conference calls but most were voice only. He lived alone so noise problems were a rare issue with the only exception being his pet cat Seymore popping in to say hello.

He turned on his computer and was almost immediately blinded by the flash of light on the screen. It soon faded to a soft blue green and he opened up his emails. "Oh joy, 17 new projects." A lot of the freelancing work he did was advertisement, small businesses mainly. Alaunus would go to the worksite and have one on one conversations with the owner and interview some longtime clients to get a feel how he should represent them. He'd draw up several plans, and then move on to the final stage and hand out a few finals drafts of how things would look. Thankfully a lot of people just wanted to make it even more simplified and ignored the meeting in person together thing and would send in all the information together in one folder. Alaunus definitely wasn't fond of meeting a lot of people, but he started to get used to it. But this week was one of those weeks where he wanted to just stay in doors permanently. His depression was spiraling badly, and it was getting hard to control, and hard to hide. It was starting to make cracks in his will, and it was leaking out every once in awhile.

He worked through the first 16 quite easily in 6 hours as they involved minor changes to some color pallets and typographical issues. They weren't asking for much. The layouts were terrible but it didn't take that long to readjust them into something far more readable and accessible. He sent these back out to the businesses and awaited for confirmation responses. He cracked his knuckles, and stood up, swished his tail and made a small roaring yawn. He had neglected to take a single break and had worked up himself an appetite. He strolled over to the almost barren looking fridge. The only thing that remained was some two day old ramen and a half eaten croque monsieur. Neither felt that appealing to him, and he looked down at his belly. "My god I've gotten fat."

In reality he wasn't fat, barely even considered overweight. He was just in his head, and yet, he still wanted to improve his own body image that falsely haunted him. Too much of what he saw and heard all through out the dating apps and social media he perused through, definitely did not help. He was either too fat or too skinny, too hairy or not hairy enough, too masculine or not masculine enough, too many piercings and tattoos or not enough, not musky enough or too clean, have too small a dick or too big, have too small of an ass or too big, didn't dress fancy enough, or dressed like he was too poor...nothing would ever be good enough, you were always wrong. Alaunus reached for the sweet tea and scraped together some olives, cheese, nuts, and fruit. Happily he tossed them in the air and ate them playfully.

He opened up one of the many dating apps on his phone and started scrolling though the profiles of the nearby locals seeking attention. Most of them were just looking for a quick fuck or just to talk about how cute they were, all of it was kind of disgusting. Alaunus definitely enjoyed sex, quite a lot, but not with strangers or the spur of the moment. A lot of preparation had to go into that. Random hook ups kind of disgusted him. However, the thought of being swept off his feet and being hit on heavily, flirtatious discourse, light touching, shrewd fondling; all in the works of a stupid harlequin novel, those romantic sort things, real or not, did things for him. Things like that only existed in stories, or in the very least role playing.

Alaunus sighed disappointingly and put down his phone leaving it open on the browsing singles screen and returned to his work. He had failed to notice the one notification pop up of someone interested. "Fang likes your profile! Return the like to start chatting!" Alaunus was more preoccupied with the final project for the day. This one was a bit more troublesome. Nothing was really sent in to him. Just an old outdated website from the early 2000s, and a few lone photos from last year. It looks like vines had taken over a lot of the facade, aging it horribly. But it still had it's charm. The reflection pool that rested in front was quite nice. The more he looked into it, the more he felt drawn in. He felt a slight attachment to it, like he had always lived there. It was so vaguely familiar and welcoming. It was such a very peaceful feeling. It was like a protective watchful eye was over him. He felt a soft whisper in the air gently caress his whole body and it sent tingles all over his body, and his fur stood on end.

"That settles it, I have to visit the hotel!" Alaunus worked tirelessly for the next few hours revamping the website, using all the old information that was provided to him. He sent out an email to request a meeting with the owner and shut down his computer. The lion stretched and yawned again, his whiskers flicking rhythmically. He licked his maw and stood up, still half naked and now coated in a sweaty beaded dew. He sniffed around for a bit before lifting his arm and huffing at his left armpit. For the first time in a long time, he had a positive thought enter his mind. "Man I smell divine, so good in it would nice to be ravaged my such a beast in bed right now." His body shivered with joy.

Brrrrrrrr. His phone vibrated again and a messaged popped up, "Fang bought you a premium subscription and wants to talk." Alaunus, again didn't notice his phone and went to warm up his leftover ramen in the microwave. "Thank the goddess for this old thing." He pulled out his stainless steel chopsticks and clanked them a few times together until his food finished warming up. He closed the door and hurried back over to his computer to put on the next episode of his favorite retro anime. As he was slurping up the noodles he finally grabbed his phone to see the previously failed to reach him messages. "Oh?" A grin slowly crept across his face, "What are these?" He began reading through them.

He looked at Fang's profile. 6'8", 2 m tall, masculine, dom top kitsune wolf. Constantly horny, cursed with fertility, can be anything you desire. Has a quick temper, but also nice, kind, sweet, flirty, and loves to tease. Also the proud owner of the Grande Kitsune Hotel. "Okay, that's interesting." Alaunus chuckled. He continued to look further, deeper into the images on his profile. He saw a lengthy girthy erect canine cock flash in front of his eyes, dewy from pre and the knot slightly swelling and peaking out of its sheathe. Pendulous and swollen succulent balls hung below. He also noticed the nice rotund fluffy belly that was above. A belly so nice and soft it is the perfect pillow for any sub. His eyes dilated with desire. "Oh fuck that is hot. My back would make the perfect shelf for him." Alaunus toes curled just thinking about getting railed by this monster. So he took the first step and messaged him.

"Hi. I really like your profile too, how are you doing this evening?" He could see in the message window that Fang was typing.

"Oh you do kitten?" The lion blushed as it had been a long time since someone had called him that, let alone in roleplaying.

"Yes I do. There is something erotic about you and I don't know what."

Fang was typing again...and taking longer than usual, and then stopped for a few moments. It made Alaunus nervous, thinking he might have said the wrong thing to kill a conversation.

"*Shyly scratches my head*"

"Oh no did I do something wrong?"

Fang was typing..."Oh no not at all! You're cute. I like you. I'm being up and front, I want to hang out with ya, get to know ya, maybe soon fuck you, hehe."

The lion felt a sense of relief but still a bit nervous. "I....I...I think, "

Fang responded back quickly, "It's okay, I know what you are thinking. *chuckles*"

"Oh how so?" This sensation kind of freaked Alaunus out, as he felt something prying into his mind, but yet it wasn't invasive or terrifying. It was relaxing and subduing, like being held and cuddled. He let that sensation enter in further.

"Ahhh, good boy. I think you know what I mean."

The lion responded back. "You're absolutely right! I think it would be nice. Where would you like to meet? What time?"

Fang replied back quickly, "My place, or rather the hotel I own. I'm sure you've heard of it, The Grande Kitsune Hotel? How about tomorrow at dusk?"

Something clicked. "Wait....the...." He looked through his emails, and his project folders. Every instance on the last thing he was working on was popping up. Advertisement after advertisements, proposals and markups, all sent to Property Owner of The Grande Kitsune Hotel, Fang Everheart. Holy shit. I can get to know him more, and help finish this project, better my portfolio, and possibly get some fun out of it. The lion sighed, "oh but he's a client...oooooooh" He hissed and clicked his tongue. He responded back to Fang, "I do out of good conscience have to let you know that I am the one commissioned to freelance advertisement of your beautiful hotel."

"Oh so you're him. I like your style cutie. Be a good pup and get your ass over here tomorrow and I'll show you around. We can help both of each other out." Alaunus blushed again and made a cute noise and laughed out loud in his apartment.

He needed this, so very much. Even if it ended up being a wild night of passion and went nowhere else, he'd at least get some fun out of it. The worst would be just a terrible dinner date and some nighttime photographs and additional comments to be put into the website for the hotel. But he was so drawn hypnotically to Fang. Something drew him in, stronger than the force of gravity. It was a captivating erotic pull that made him tingle all over his body. "It's a date then. I'll see you tomorrow Fang!" He blushed.

"And tomorrow is the full moon. I don't disappoint. I'll make it as romantic as possible. Ciao!" Fang sent a hear emoji and then a blowing kiss emoji and his status went offline.

"Wait, tomorrow is the full moon?" He thought to himself. He even checked online, to find out that not only was it the full moon but a super full moon. Damn that explains the gravitational feeling more than ever, but it doesn't explain why my crotch is soaked in my own pre. That, I do know where that came from. The lion laughed and slowly carried himself to his bathroom and lit some candles. Tonight is going to be a "me" night. I worked hard and now I can relax. He filled up his bathtub and tossed in his favorite bath-bomb. The whole room started to smell like cypress, oak moss, and rosewood. As he climbed in he relaxed, loosened up his stiff joints, and let his mind wonder. And tomorrow, I get to play. He almost fell asleep, and now his mind was so focused on this new man in his life that was interested in him. Could it be a trap? Nah.

Alaunus' body suddenly felt hot, rapidly pulsating with pleasure. He felt himself as if he was near climax and he wasn't even touching himself! The feeling came and went in rapid succession. They were hot fiery electrical pulses toes to head. Claws felt like they were slightly scratching upwards the entire length of the front of his body. A puff of hot air blew past his right ear and in that whisper he heard a soft rumbling, "Hey pup." The candles blew out and the sensation left. The room was dark now with the blue moonlight cascading inward.

What the hell was that? He thought to himself. It was a surreal experience, something that filled him with wonder and excitement. He could only think about what tomorrow would bring. If thinking about Fang this much brought that much pleasure, who knows what in person he's capable of. He got out of the bathtub, dried himself off and went to bed. He almost never slept in the nude, but tonight he did. As he drifted off to sleep Alaunus thought he could see some strange fox like eyes floating in the air watching him, billowing with a magenta miasma, but he attributed it to his wild imagination right now. I must be dreaming. As he finally fell asleep, a swishing tail and wide grin formed briefly before it turned around and dissipated completely against the nighttime sky.