Little shop of Pleasures
#1 of C. Arnal's Delights
I have returned, with a random story that popped into my head two hours ago, which is when I finally got my computer up and running again. Any-who, meh, enjoy an crap.
-Grey
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Generdam, your basic, generic city, filled with generic city people going about their generic city lives. Generic city crime plagues the generic back streets and alleyways, and occasionally a bank or grocery store. Alarms sound and sirens wail as the police force go about their work, or an ambulance rushes someone to hospital. And nestled amongst the entire generic and boring rustle that is the city, is a small, highly specialised shop, for when the generic people want to get away from their lives and have a little...special excitement.
Just within the unspoken borders of the Red Light District, it stands reservedly between a news agents and a liquor store, marking the border between the drudge of everyday life and the seedy undertakings of the darker part of the city. From the outside it doesn't look like much, a simple sign written in red cursive with a cartoon of a scantily clad raccoon blowing a kiss, the windows blacked out and bars over the door, their basic stock in neon colours printed over the black, like most adult stores in the area.
Upon entering, you are greeted with soft, sensual music and a slight glance from the checkout clerk before he returns to the light novel in his hands. And then comes a slight feeling of unease as you look out over the waist and chest high shelves displaying their wares, the room seeming to be far bigger than should be possible from the small exterior. Now you have the choice, call upon the assistance of the young man behind the counter, or delve into the veritable maze of common, and not so common, sexual apparatus.
"E-excuse me?" the short, chubby business man asked hesitantly, the boy behind the counter holding up a single finger as his feline eyes scrolled across the page in front of him, staying like this for several seconds before he lowered the book and stared at the middle-aged man.
"Welcome to C. Arnal's Delights, how may I help you?" He asked, his tone flat as he scrutinised the jittery human in front of him.
"I...uhm...well..." the man stuttered uncontrollably, unable to take his eyes off the cat's golden amber left eye as its gaze seemed to bore into him, "I...uhm...I heard that you...well, that you do specialised...sessions, is it? Would it be sessions?"
"That we do sir," the clerk said calmly as he leant back in his chair, his gaze once again falling onto his book, making the man gasp slightly in relief, "What can we do you for?"
"Oh, well I have this fantasy..." he trailed off as the clerk glanced at him again, nodding, "In which, well, there's a girl...and she's uh...she's tied up..."
"Any specifications on the girl?" the clerk asked, continuing when he saw the confused look on the man's face, "Do you want her small or large, and submissive or feisty?"
"Oh! Uh, well, small and...submissive, I guess," he started, his already red face going a deep shade of crimson, "I've never really done this before...it's just my wife left me the other week and I..."
The man trailed off as the clerk held out a plastic card, continuing to read his book obliviously. Taking the card, the man jumped when the feline spoke again.
"Door at the back, swipe the card, wait inside for fifteen minutes, then go to room four," he said sternly, before giving the man one last piercing glare with that amber eye, "And sir, I am not a psychiatrist, I just work here. If you have problems, tell it to the girls, not to me."
The man nodded as he scurried past the counter, swallowing nervously as he swiped the card through the reader on the wall, the door clicking as it opened. Stepping inside, he looked around the brightly lit room. Thick crimson red couches lined two of the wall, various display cases and shelves showing off a variety of paraphernalia and a few awards and trophies that made the man blush even more. Sitting on one of the couches, he looked around the room some more, his eyes scanning over newspaper clippings and magazine articles. His eyes darted back to a particular picture showing a small group standing outside the shop, the young clerk he had met standing off to one side with a cigarette in one hand, his face as blank as ever.
"Sir?" the voice made him jump as he stared at the sweetly smiling collie, her hair pulled back in a bun as she giggled at him, her sizable breasts bouncing in the corset of her French maid outfit, "Your room is ready, please follow me."
"I...uh...r-right!" the man mumbled as he got to his feet, following the anthro down the hall to a simple door, the number four painted on it in black. The man thanked the female as she opened the door, walking slowly into the darkened room; the soles of his business shoes clicking loudly on the concrete floor. Unsure of himself, he called out, "H-hello?"
The light blinded him for a second as it burst into the room, shining down on the small form hunched over on the floor, her arms twisted up behind her and bound by a rubber tube that ran the length of her forearms, like some strange erotic glove. Her head twisted around to show a ball gag fixed securely in her mouth, her eyes covered by a blindfold as she shifted uncomfortably, her ankles forced apart by a long metal pole and her knees tied so that she was unable to straighten them.
Taking another step forwards, the man could feel his loins stirring, his pants quickly tenting as he looked over the shivering chocolate coloured mouse in lust. A slight clinking showed that her collar was chained to the floor, the chain itself barely long enough to let her hunch let alone sit up straight. Unable to control himself any longer, the man threw off his jacket, struggling out of his tie and shirt before fiddling madly with his belt, his rotund belly sagging as he undid the buckle and let them fall to his ankles. Grinning to himself, he knelt beside the mouse as he kicked his shoes off, running his hands over her small, furred body. He shivered along with her as his hands ran over her pert breasts and nipples, stopping to play with them for a short time before continuing on.
Feeling slightly more adventurous, the man made to slide his hands to her crotch, finding her tail wrapped tightly around one of her legs, all but blocking his access to her most sacred of places. With an annoyed growl, he gripped the appendage and yanked, the girl gasping into her gag as he forced her tail away, find a thick ring of rubber just by the base, a small loop attached, with a place it could be clipped on attached to the end of the gloves. Forcing her arms down further, he revelled in the pained squeak she uttered, sighing in satisfaction at the loud click of the rings attaching, holding her long, worm-like tail up and out of his way.
Shifting behind her, the man gave the rodent a rough push, making her squeak again as she toppled forwards, landing heavily on her face as her back arched, her body straightening out as she lay on the floor, the man getting a perfect view of her quivering and exposed lips, the small pink button of her anus clenching tightly above it. With a gleeful snicker he crawled awkwardly up her body, his large stomach rubbing up against the backs of her legs and her buttocks, the firm cheeks getting roughly squeezed before he made his way higher up.
The mouse squealed as her waist was suddenly yanked up, forcing her rear into the air as the man loomed over her, giggling madly as he ran his hands over her rear, squeezing her butt again before pulling back slightly. He gave a loud moan as he unceremoniously buried himself in her tight snatch, thrusting madly from the start as the mouse whimpered beneath him, forced painfully into the ground by his weight, his stomach slapping loudly against her rear and tail, forcing the appendage further and further back, making the mouse sob quietly in pain.
Completely unaware of the woman below him, the man continued to pound into her wildly, his eyes turning up in his head slightly as he forced himself repeatedly into her convulsing passage, pleasure coursing through his body as he began to thrust harder and harder. With a final gasping thrust, he forced himself as deep as he could go and released, grinning evilly down at the panting form below him as she squirmed uncomfortably. Pulling himself free, he left her lying face down on the floor as he walked over to his jacket, pulling a small bottle from the pocket and greedily swallowing two of the small pink pills inside. After only a few minutes, he felt himself hardening again, sneaking up behind the small mouse as she lay prone on the floor, a small amount of drool leaking out from around the ball gag in her mouth.
She squealed beautifully as he stepped over her once again, gripping her ass cheeks painfully, his nails digging into the soft flesh beneath her fur, before thrusting forwards, hitting his mark first time. The mouse twitched violently below him as he forced his dick deep into her ass, moaning loudly as she clamped down tighter than before on his length, her ass desperately trying to force him out as he forced himself deeper in. Moaning again, he unloaded into her for a second time, continuing to thrust even as he leaked into her, before finally falling back, out of breath, grinning to himself as he watched her asshole slowly close, a small amount of his cum leaking out to dribble down the back of her thigh.
After regaining his breath, the man got slowly to his feet, walking as quietly as he could around the mouse, watching as her large round ears swivelled to follow him, her eyes covered. A sudden idea flashed through his head as he took a step forwards, kneeling beside the mouse's head, stroking it softly as he pressed the head of his member against her cheek. He could see her jaw muscles going slack, the rodent obviously expecting him to want a blowjob as he forced a chuckle down. Moving his hand to the side of her head, he ran a hand up her ear, pushing her head back down as he wrapped the soft, delicate membrane around his length.
The mouse squealed in protest as he began jacking off into it, the sensitive inner skin rubbing roughly against his dick, the man moaning softly as his already extremely sensitive member twitched in his hand. It was only a short time before he could feel himself getting ready to blow, releasing the mouse's ear just in time to spurt weakly against the soft inner skin, dripping down into her ear canal as the mouse whimpered and sobbed behind the gag.
Gripping her shoulder, the man flipped easily flipped her over, surprising the mouse as he sat across her chest, making her panic slightly as he settled his large weight on her, rubbing his shaft between her breasts. Thankfully, after only a few seconds the man groaned, letting out a pitifully small load onto her breasts, before wiping of his tip on her stomach, the familiar rustle of fabric meaning that he was redressing. A soft click, followed by a louder slam indicated that the man had left, satisfied in fulfilling his fantasy. Another soft click made the mouse tense slightly, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he had come back, her body going slack when she heard a familiar voice.
"You okay, sugah?"
The mouse nodded as she felt herself being carefully lifted back to her knees, the blind fold and ball gag falling to the floor as she blinked and gasped in the small room. Moaning slightly as she was released from her bonds, she stretched her shoulders painfully, before helping to untie her legs. While she did so, she glanced up at the other fur in the room. Her employer grinned back at her as she pulled the knots on the ropes undone, her white fur shining sliver in the bright light, her vulpine features looking all the more beautiful under the harsh glow.
"Thank you, Mrs. Arnal," the mouse said respectfully as she got unsteadily to her feet.
"Oh for the love of, have you been talking to that Seth at the counter again?" The woman asked as she glared down at the mouse, "I already told you, call me Christine, sugah. Everybody does!"
"Yes Mrs...uh, Christine," the mouse replied as she followed the vixen out of the room's secret backdoor.
The man paused as he walked past the waiting room area again, half way through redoing his tie. Looking around, he slipped back towards the newspaper clipping he had been looking at before, scanning over the people in the photo looking for a chocolate-furred mouse.
"Not here," he muttered to himself, glancing down at the date on the frame, "Must be new or...what the hell? This picture's over twenty years old!"
"Sir?" the man jumped again as the same collie from before smiled at him as sweetly as before, however she was now dressed in blood red bodice and black stockings, a pair of bat wings on her back and horns on her head completing the devil costume, "Are you finished? If so, can I please ask that you return your card at the counter and pay the fees?"
"R-right!" the man stuttered, rushing from the room. He eyed the clerk suspiciously as he handed him the card, the young man appearing oblivious to his stare as he rang up the total amount and took the man's money.
"Pleasure doing business with you, sir," he said flatly, "Come again to cum again."
"Right," the man replied as he walked out of the shop, glancing back repeatedly as he walked off.
Back inside, Seth stretched before settling further down in his chair and picking his book back up. A small puff of black smoke suddenly appeared beside his head as he turned to listen, nodding his head a couple of times before turning back to the light novel, the smoke dissipating instantly.