Buying Heaven

Buying Heaven

A Futa-Town Tale

Saturday morning.

"I still don't understand why he needs to come here," snapped Mary White from the front passenger seat of the family's minivan, pulling into the carpark of the

'Heavenly Connections'

super-store.

"Mary, please," replied her husband Tom with a weary tone, scanning for any free spots from behind the steering wheel. "We've waited three months for this appointment. David's already paid his deposit, and we've accepted that it's what he wants."

"I don't recall accepting anything," sniffed Mary.

Sitting quietly in the back seat behind his mother, David surveyed the three-story, mirror-glass-fronted building they'd just arrived at, trying his hardest not to engage.

"But the

Match Makers

will only be a fraction of this price. Think of the money he's wasting!" continued Mary, clearly unwilling to acquiesce.

Sitting in the other rear seat, Emily reached across and took hold of her older brother's hand, squeezing it gently. "We're here for several reasons, mother," she interjected. "First and foremost, David knows exactly what it is he wants, and whether you agree or not, he'll find it here. And secondly, Nanna White was equally specific in her will, so money isn't an issue."

Mary's already stormy expression darkened further at the mere mention of her late mother-in-law. "I rue the day those snooty witches offered you that damned apprenticeship," she said, turning in her seat to shoot her daughter a withering look. "You were insufferable enough as it was."

Seemingly unaffected by the remarkably personal attack, Emily smiled back at her mother brightly.

Glancing at his sister, dressed in her grey satin apprentice-witch's robes, topped by a small fascinator-like broad-brimmed conical hat, David's mood buoyed. He may well be the big brother, but the extremely intelligent and equally attractive nineteen-year-old was unquestionably the

force majeure

of the two. As their mother resumed facing forward, he squeezed her hand in return. "Thank you," he mouthed silently.

Emily winked mischievously as she leaned over. "It beats spending a Saturday studying at

'The Academy'

in my dorm."

"Here we go," said Tom with a note of relief, spying a good parking spot and pre-positioning the minivan to reverse in.

Unable to help herself, Mary continued grumbling. "It doesn't make any sense. He's only twenty-two years old for the Gods' sake. A college graduate, gainfully employed... and not altogether unattractive. Why can't he find a

normal wife

the

normal ways

?"

"I don't know, mom," said David, finally feeling forced to defend himself, "maybe it's the example you've set my whole life."

"Ha-ha!" laughed Emily with genuine delight.

"That's not helping, David," said his father, while bringing the minivan to a stop. He applied the park-brake and killed the engine before patting his wife's hand. "He's just nervous, is all."

"

Ungrateful

, more like it," said Mary.

David exhaled deliberately, refusing to allow the occasion to be spoiled before it even began. An excited chittering in his ear made him look sideways. Staring back at him from the seatback beside his shoulder was

Wren

, Emily's loyal pet fairy. The glowing pixie hopped on the spot, fluttering her translucent wings and offering what he assumed was encouragement. He smiled back at her reflexively, "Thanks, you."

"Make sure you leave that

dusty pest

in the car," said Mary, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"No way," responded Emily, already halfway out her door. "C'mon Wren! Make sure you stay close, or that horrible old crone might eat you up."

Wren squealed as she took flight, speeding after her mistress, zigging and zagging, leaving a trail of sparkling dust in her wake.

Taking another deep breath, David released his seatbelt and followed the others out.

Crossing the car park, he noticed a similar family group making their own way towards the super-store's entrance. Clearly more cohesive than the White family, a girl was pointing excitedly at Emily, having recognized her prestigious - albeit racy - garb, as well as being delighted by the sight of Wren flying in dizzying circles overhead.

Nudging her brother with her elbow, Emily nodded up towards the towering third floor. "You're almost there, bro," she said quietly. "How exciting!"

As they approached the glass entry-doors the White family found themselves inspected by two strikingly attractive, Futanari security guards, standing sentry-like on either side, eyes hidden behind mirrored aviator sunglasses. Neatly pressed guard-uniforms strained to contain their powerful female physiques and ample breasts while their impressive crotch-bulges were clearly outlined by the taught fabric of their pants. Glancing up, David smiled at the bright yellow and orange banner hanging overhead, boldly proclaiming,

'20% OFF SPRING SALE!'

.

Passing through, the White family emerged into a tastefully decorated storefront, similar in appearance to an expensive hotel's lobby.

"Good morning, and welcome to Heavenly Connections!" said a friendly voice from behind the front desk.

Mary wasted no time responding to the neatly uniformed retail assistant, who smiled politely at the new arrivals. "We're the White family," she declared. "I'm Mary, and this is Tom. Our son David has an eleven am appointment," she said, conspicuously failing to introduce Emily.

"Of course," said the assistant, simultaneously confirming the information on her computer screen. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she added, before noticing Emily standing at the back. "And an honor to have a witch visit us as well," she added.

"

Apprentice

-witch," corrected Mary quickly.

Ignoring her mother, Emily nodded politely, just as Wren landed lightly on her shoulder.

As the second family group from the car park arrived in turn, Mary felt obliged to hurry things up. "David's looking to purchase a

wife

," she stated bluntly.

Rolling his eyes, David held up a hand. "That's not exactly accurate," he said, noticing his mother's stance stiffen in response.

The assistant continued to smile engagingly. "Ooh, how exciting!" she offered. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place. Heavenly Connections is

'The Kingdom's'

premier provider of indentured paramours," she recited.

"How exactly does this work?" asked Mary, unwilling to take a back seat.

Clearly familiar with overbearing parents, the assistant gestured to one of several saleswomen waiting a respectful distance away, who'd been discreetly listening in to the initial exchange. "This is Rebecca," she said as a pretty woman joined them. "Rebecca, meet David, Emily, and Mr. and Mrs. White."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," said Rebecca, looking extremely relaxed and professional.

Mary responded first again. "Just Mary and Tom, is fine."

"Mary and Tom, of course," acknowledged Rebecca. "And its David who's in the market today, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes," answered David.

"Do you know what you're looking for, David?"

Having hoped he would not be asked the question so directly in front of his parents, David's discomfort became quickly apparent.

"A girl?" prompted Rebecca respectfully. "A boy?" And when he still didn't respond, "perhaps something more

exotic

?"

As soon as she'd said the words, mini cloudbursts exploded around Mary and Tom's heads, obscuring the pair from their shoulders up within swirling clouds of sparkling pink smoke. Teetering only slightly, the pair slumped forward into statue-like stupors.

Emerging from behind her parents, Emily smiled innocently while tucking her wand back up into her sleeve. Seeing Rebecca's stunned expression, she explained casually. "Don't worry about them, it's just a little

bewilderment jinx

," she said, leaning in towards the saleswoman conspiratorially. "The fact is," she continued, "David knows exactly what he wants, and it's more than likely up on the third floor." She paused to jerk a thumb back at her mother. "But if she doesn't feel that he's at least considered more

conventional

options first, she's going to be a right royal pain in the ass."

Rebecca understood implicitly. "Of course," she replied, smiling in collusion, "

Mum's

the word."

"Excuse me!" said Mary, the pink smoke starting to dissipate from around her head. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to refocus her eyes, clearly unsure what had just transpired, "what are you whispering about, Emily?"

Emily turned back to face her mother, knowing that neither parent had any clue what she'd just done to them. "I was just complimenting Rebecca here, on how nice her ass looks in this skirt," she offered.

Mary rolled her eyes in exasperation. "For the God's sake, Emily, can you please not embarrass us any more than you have to, just this once?"

"Of course, mother," said Emily, casually stepping away from the saleswoman.

Blushing only slightly, Rebecca indicated toward the nearby display floor. "Please, if you'd all like to follow me."

Beyond the storefront, Heavenly Connections' first-floor showroom was a brightly lit, wide open expanse, interrupted only by the thick concrete pillars that supported the upper floors and the crisscrossing escalator bank that accessed them in its center. A clearly defined path left the space between it and the high exterior glass-walls open, so as to display the super-store's magnificent wares.

Passing the first of many potted ferns dotted along the path, Rebecca began her oration. "The first floor is our

'Unrestricted Collection'

, where anyone with an appointment can browse. For first time shoppers, it can be easiest to think of it like buying a new car. I can either take you straight to a specific

make and model

if you know what you want, or we can browse through the yard systematically." She looked at David directly. "Do you have a preference?"

"Systematically sounds good," answered David, playing along with the saleswoman's ruse for his mother's benefit.

"Of course. We'll start with the women, or

'girls'

as they're referred to, when on display. The men are likewise called

'boys'.

"

"One question," said Mary, as they passed a group of excited shoppers going the other way. "How is this legal? Isn't slavery forbidden within The Kingdom?"

"Absolutely," confirmed Rebecca, "it's a practice, punishable by the gallows. However, the Queen has no objections to her citizens voluntarily entering into legally binding perpetual indentureship. Meaning, anyone is allowed to sell their

'Personal Title'

to Heavenly Connections, which we then on-sell to buyers like yourselves."

"How do you know it's voluntary," asked Mary skeptically. "Couldn't someone be coerced, or forced to sell under duress?"

"No," answered Rebecca with certainty. "All volunteers are magically evaluated by an associate witch or warlock, to ensure their sincerity. You won't find a soul within this establishment that isn't here by their own choice." She looked to Emily, "I'm sure you'd be aware of such safeguards?"

Emily nodded in response. "Correct. Several

witch enterprises

use similar volunteers, and they're assessed in the same way. It's legit."

"And what about their education? Are they really... trained lovers?"

"Every para you see today..."

"Excuse me, what?" interrupted Mary. "Did you just say, para?"

"My apologies," answered Rebecca. "

Para

is short for

paramour

, the term we use instead of concubine," she explained. "Each has received accredited training in grooming and deportment, to Certificate II level minimum, delivered by a Kingdom approved institution."

Mary appeared impressed despite herself.

"That's nothing to sneeze at," agreed Tom beside her, hoping the answers would start placating his exacting spouse.

"If you would prefer, or require a Diploma level," continued Rebecca. "I'm afraid you'll need to engage with a Finishing School. Heavenly Connections has several that we're more than happy to recommend.''

"No, that's fine," said David from behind her mother's back, while rolling her eyes theatrically for Emily's benefit.

His sister smiled in return as they arrived at the first group.

"Here we have our

girls,

" reiterated Rebecca, gesturing towards the evenly spaced individuals standing casually in two rows, on the other side of a red-velvet rope barrier. "Ages nineteen to twenty-five. All categorized as submissive, and bisexual. Ready to fulfill their duties as both a devoted companion, and accomplished lover."

David felt his arousal stir as he gazed upon the two-dozen naked girls, looking back at him coquettishly. Deliberately diverse in their appearance and physical attributes, there was somebody to suit almost any taste.

"If you would prefer someone older," continued Rebecca, "we have a partner-store that specializes in

pre-loved

units. Or, if you require anyone older than forty, that can be arranged by appointment."

"I should hope not, young man!" declared Mary, her tone indignant. "The very thought of you being attracted in...

that way

, to someone my age, is more than a little unsettling."

Politely dismissing the interruption, Rebecca spoke directly to David. "Do you see anything you like?" she asked.

Whispering out the corner of his mouth, David prompted Emily. "Well?"

Nodding almost imperceptibly, Emily whispered in turn. "Auburn hair, with freckles."

David quickly spotted the girl his sister indicated. He guessed she was in her early twenties, very cute, with shoulder-length hair and bright green eyes. She smiled at him while twisting on the spot, displaying her petite physique for his inspection. He felt his cock harden further in response. "That one, please," he said, pointing the girl out.

Mary bustled quickly to get a better view. "Oh, she's delightful!" she exclaimed, as the girl walked forward to the barrier. "And they're all fertile too, aren't they?"

"Of course," answered Rebecca.

Mary's eyes misted. "I can just picture the grandbabies now; they'd be so adorable!"

David groaned at his mother's incessant goading, despite his best effort.

Emily stifled a snicker in turn as she stared lustily at the arriving girl, knowing her brother had only called her over for her benefit.

"Don't you get to look at enough naked babes at work?" he hissed.

Emily's eyes never left the girl's ample bosom. "There's such a thing as

enough

?" she replied distractedly.

Still sitting on her mistress's shoulder, Wren laughed at the response, showering more sparkles as she did so.

David smiled in reply, bumping her hip playfully and causing Wren to have to take flight.

"Would you like to inspect her more thoroughly?" asked Rebecca. "Physically, that is?"

"No, that's alright," answered David. "I think we can move on."

It was unclear who was more disappointed by his response, his mother or his sister. Even the Auburn-haired girl seemed to have recognized the apprentice-witch's lascivious admiration and adjusted her posing accordingly.

"Next we have the

boys

," said Rebecca, "the same specifications, and dispositions as the girls; nineteen to twenty-five, submissive and bisexual."

"That's okay," said David. "I'm not really into guys,

per se

."

"Tisk, tisk, young man," said his mother. "There's no reason we can't have a quick peek."

"That's okay Mrs. White," said Rebecca, "we need to pass by them anyway."

Walking beside his wife, Tom's expression clouded slightly at a perceived hypocrisy, but he knew better than to say anything now.

Passing around behind the central escalator bank, the group arrived at the boys. Each was just as handsome and diverse as the girls had been beautiful. They likewise stood casually in rows behind a velvet rope, more than happy to be scrutinized with their cocks on full display. The second family that had arrived just after the Whites were here already, a young man within their group pointing to a particularly well-endowed para, his relatives nodding their agreement to whatever he was saying.

Tom, David and Emily glanced only perfunctorily as they passed by, leaving Mary alone to fall back and gawp, her jaw falling reflexively.

Maintaining her stride, Rebecca led the group around to the third side of the escalators. "And then we have our

'sissies'

and

'femboys'

," she said.

"Tell me," said Mary, hurrying to catch back up, "what exactly is the difference between the two?"

It was clearly a common question. "Sissies, are typically defined by their innately submissive personas, along with the gratification they derive from being dominated. But they don't feel compelled to feminize, not as a general rule anyway. Femboys, on the other hand, are committed to passing as female at all times. Which is not to be mistaken for cross-dressing, which is more of a hobby, or pastime. And femboys may, or may not be submissive. It really depends on the individual."

Mary appeared to mull the response over as they all came to a stop.

David swept his eyes over the third group, which was clearly a combination of two smaller ones. To his left, he could be forgiven for assuming that he was simply looking at second collection of pretty girls, until their complete lack of breasts, and additional dainty cocks became apparent. In fact, so convincing was their dedication to feminization, that even Emily seemed taken aback by their beauty. These were the femboys as described.

To his right, the second group appeared curiously androgynous, like staring at a cryptic artwork, that caused his mind to vacillate between two interwoven perspectives, each fighting for predominance. One moment they looked male, the next female. These were the sissies.

Mary frowned as she watched her son's admiring gaze drift among the femboys. "Really, David?" she chided. "There's lovely girls standing right over there, but you want to look at...

these

, instead?"

"Okay! Thanks for that, mom!" said Emily, loud enough that it might double as an apology to all those within earshot. She turned to Rebecca as her brother fumed. "Perhaps we can move on

up

?" she suggested.

"Of course," answered the saleswoman, "If you'll follow me."

A moment later the group arrived at the base of the ascending escalator.

"Good morning, Mel," said Rebecca, addressing the single Futa guard, whose job it was to block any inadvertent admittance. "These shoppers have access to the upper levels," she confirmed.

"No problem, Miss Rebecca," replied the guard, taking her hand off the baton she carried at her hip and stepping aside to permit passage.

Waiting for their parents to follow first, Emily took hold of her brother's arm, as they stepped side by side onto the same moving stair. She squeezed his bicep reassuringly. "Here we go bro," she said excitedly.

Landing on his sister's shoulder again, Wren animatedly squeaked her own anticipation.

* * *

Reaching the top of the escalator, Rebecca addressed her clients anew. "Welcome to our

'Premier Collection',

" she announced. "On this second floor, you're welcome to touch the paras on display as they mingle amongst prospective buyers. But of course, we do ask that you keep said contact respectful."

David glanced around, noting the layout of the second-floor showroom. Ostensibly it was identical to the one below, with pillars and a further set of escalators overhead accessing the highest level. But there were no velvet ropes this time. Here, the paras were free to walk around and mingle, both with prospective buyers, as well as themselves. He estimated there to be around fifty of them, while other buyers were in the low double-digits.