Eros Fall Brothels

Author's note:

Sorry for the long absence, school and projects made it so that I didn't have time or energy to write.

I am not promising a return to my usual schedule (due to work and other projects), but I will attempt to post at least something, occasionally.

In the meantime, enjoy.

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Fifty years ago, strange gods changed the world. All humans became stronger, and more importantly far more durable.

Injuries almost disappeared overnight, and with them, violence. Instead, through the will of the gods, the only way to subdue opponents became through sex.

Everyone was at least a little blessed, boasting this strange resilience, but some were blessed more than others, finding themselves easily fucking less blessed individuals into submission.

The gods, entertaining themselves with the suddenly very common competitive sex, noted that this change would lead to some unfortunate scenarios - rape, actions going against limits, sexfighting someone with incompatible orientations, and so on.

To prevent this, they altered people's minds, making them never unwilling to have sex, removing any limits they may have had in terms of sexuality, and ensuring everyone could at least somewhat appreciate everyone's bodies, both through changing their preferences and through subtly changing the bodies of those with 'less desirable' body types. This, along with making it so that both parties had to desire pregnancy in order for it to happen, and other changes, helped normalize sexfights.

There are many who curse the gods for these changes, or rather the blatant disrespect of the free will of everyone they suggest, but many do not care too much, or even think of the topic.

After fifty years, and some interventions of the gods, the world has mostly settled, with sexfighting achieving great practical and cultural significance.

It is in a city within this world, Eros' Fall, that the following tales take place.

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'If you tire of merely watching the sex and magic happen all around you, and you have some coin to burn on experiences without anyone demanding faithfulness (and let's be honest, if you are visiting Eros' Fall, you probably meet all those conditions), why not visit a brothel?

'The cheaper brothels can be worth it for the skilled lover, as many offer a "sexfight offer" - if you win, you pay half or even nothing, and if you lose, you pay double.

'But the real experiences are in the high class establishment, whether it be having your body worked over by a skilled sexfighter, or watching a sexual choreographed dance of a sexfight, or experiencing any scenario your mind can conjure with talented actresses.

'Whatever your preference, you can find someone catering to it, as long as you have the coin to spend.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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On one of the smaller streets of Eros' Fall was a brothel. Its name was simply Cats and Dogs, and it was themed around cat and dog girls.

Within it, one of those dog girls sat in a chair, sighing. Business was slow, as the area was dominated by two larger brothels battling for the title of 'the best brothel in Eros' Fall', leaving a smaller establishment like Cats and Dogs languishing.

But that is not to say it was empty. Indeed, a decidedly average man was approaching her, with a cat girl in tow.

Danielle recognized the cat girl. Her name was Mako, and the two were aquantances and coworkers.

The man leered as he approached her. "May I rent some of your time, whore?" He asked, not bothering to stop undressing her with his eyes as he spoke.

Hiding a grimace behind the smile of someone working customer service, she nodded. "Of course, honoured customer!" She managed to say in an entirely pleasant tone, then got up and followed him and Mako into a private room.

Closing the door, the man pulled out a large golden coin. "I'd like to pay for your time with this." He addressed both Danielle and Mako.

Danielle barely stopped herself from reacting to this announcement. Even split two ways, the money would be more than twice her usual fare.

Grinning knowingly, the man continued. "I will give this coin to the one of you two who manages to convince me she is better than the other."

This announcement elicited much less of a reaction from Danielle. After all, this wasn't the first time she had dealt with stipulations like this, and to prevent resentment between performers and allow them to focus on servicing the customers, the brothel heavily encouraged that performers faced with this situation split the money once the customer leaves.

"So, girls? You up to take a risk for this much money?" The man kept leering.

Danielle nodded, and so did Mako. The man sat down on the bed of the private room, and looked at them thoughtfully. "How about we start with some simple body comparisons? First, strip for me."

The two woman began to strip, well versed in both making the customer enjoy it, and in wasting their time by stripping slowly without the customer realizing it.

Once they were done, the man spoke up again. "Quite nice, quite nice. Now let's see you going bust to bust."

Shrugging - of course he asked that, it was one of the most common requests as far as 'fights' for audience went - Danielle turned to face Mako.

The two women approached each other, considering each other's bodies as they did so. Concluding that she is bigger, Mako grinned and looked Danielle straight in the eyes before whispering to Danielle so that the man wouldn't hear. "Fifty one."

Danielle narrowed her eyes. What Mako was talking about was an adjustment to the division of the money. The winner would take the number that was said out of a number magnitude higher - in this case, 51 pieces out of a 100, with the loser being left with 49.

The difference in portions was meaninglessly small, and it was clear the only point was to make it feel a little competitive. If it was just this, Danielle would have declined, but considering the timing - right before a breast competition when Mako was slightly bigger in that department - pissed Danielle off, and made her want to humble the cat girl.

And so, Danielle subtly nodded, Mako smirked, and then the two women took another step forward, making their bountiful chests touch. Mako's were bigger, as she estimated earlier, but Danielle's were surprisingly firm and unyielding, even when Mako tried to subtly let herself fall forward to put more pressure and weight on them.

Then Danielle leaned in too, using her firmer pair to subtly but surely squish and flatten Mako's, making her grin falter somewhat. "Fifty two." She whispered, grinning as Mako gasped and scowled as she registered the challenge, then abandoned all subtlety and leaned back before smashing her tits into Danielle's, the momentum and force of the impact managing to squish and flatten her firmer chest a bit.

The customer grinned as, as far as he could tell, the two busty whores fought fiercely for him (or rather for his money, but he tried to ignore that). "You can use your hands, you know!" He called out, eager to see a catfight.

Mako immediately took advantage of this, eager to continue repaying the perceived slight, and grabbed Danielle's chest, squeezing and groping it in order to arouse Danielle and the customer, as well as to make herself seem more in control.

Danielle, instead of grabbing her tits in return, decided to spice things up a little. She pushed up her breast until they sandwiched one of Mako's, and then pushed them together with all her might, squeezing it between them.

Mako moaned in surprise and pleasure, surprising Danielle (who thought that her tits would either be too soft and achieve nothing, or too firm and cause pain rather than pleasure), and for a moment let go of Danielle's chest, which the customer interpreted as her defeat in this particular challenge.

"Dog girl wins this one, leading one to zero." He declared. In response, Danielle smiled at Mako and innocently whispered "Fifty five?"

Mako glared at Danielle and nodded decisively, determined to repay her for the stunt she just pulled.

The customer watched in delight as they 'fought'. "Next part will be a titfuck competition!"

Both of the girls slowly approached him. "So, how is this going to work? Who will go first?" Danielle asked, trying to feel out the situation.

"Oh, please." The customer scoffed. "Both at once. It's a competition both of how good your titjobs feel, and how well you can keep my cock between your tits while keeping it out of the other whore's pair." As he spoke, he laid down and pulled his pants and underwear down a bit to free his erect cock.

Taking a deep breath, Danielle considered how to approach the situation only for Mako to throw herself to the ground, swiftly wrapping his cock in her soft tits and then gently pushing them together and moving them up and down as she titfucked him.

Groaning as she saw her rival seize the opportunity, Danielle got on the ground, squeezing her tits from the side, and then tried to slide them between Mako's pair.

At first she was rebuffed, but then she used her hands to make an opening and stuff a bit of her chest into it, and after that it worked, her firm tits pushing Mako's chest aside and slowly enveloping the customer's cock.

Her titjob was more forceful than Mako's. She knew that Mako had her beat in size and softness, so instead of trying to compete there, she focused her own efforts on the sensation of something soft yet tight and firm sliding up and down one's shaft.

Mako tried to make her retreat by squeezing her tits around Danielle's boobs, but that barely worked on one breasts. Two were too much titflesh to be squished by the small amount of pressure.

Then she placed her hands on Danielle's tits, making an entry point as Danielle did before, and placed her chest on Danielle's, using its larger size and therefore weight to part Danielle's boobs.

It worked, the weight slowly pushing Danielle's chest aside, and then Mako resumed her soft and gentle titjob.

Danielle refused to let it stand, less for the money, and more due to her inherent competitiveness, as well as because she was starting to find the contest somewhat fun.

She tried to do the same thing as before, but Mako started to push her tits together with her elbows while using her hands to try and grab Danielle's. Annoyed, Danielle changed tactics, instead pushing her chest together too to keep it firmer, and then insistently pushing it against Mako's, trying to push her tits away from the customer's shaft.

Bit by bit she succeeded, though progress was slow. The customer clearly enjoyed the sight of their little push of war, but as Danielle managed to push the catgirl to the midpoint, where both of them were pressing the front of their chest against his cock, so it was touched by all four individual breasts, but not covered completely like before, she idly thought that that couldn't possibly feel better than just one of them properly titfucking him.

Tearing her out of her thoughts before she could reclaim her place as the one titfucking him, the customer declared, "The round is over! The cat wins, and the score is one one!" He motioned for them to get up, which they reluctantly did. "As a tie breaker, we will be doing a feel test. That means I will be grabbing the same part of both your bodies at the same time, each with a different hand, and comparing which I think feels better."

Danielle sighed at that, annoyed that the tiebreaker was something skill couldn't affect. Nonetheless, she stood up together with Mako as the customer greedily reached out for their tits.

The groping didn't feel at all good. Though, to be fair, the customer wasn't trying to make it feel good, so that was to be at least a little expected.

Humming speculatively, he gave their tits a few more squeezes before getting up and walking around, slapping their asses at the same time.

He continued to compare their bodies like this, touching their hair, their thighs, their stomachs, and finally their crotches.

After some more looking and deliberation, he declared "The cat wins!"

Mako gave Danielle a smug grin, but it was plain to see that the way she won was very disappointing to her.

Danielle rolled her eyes at her as the customer got up. "Now, I believe we have some more time, so I want you to fuck me and make me cum."

Sharing another look, the two women sprang into action. They pushed him down, with Mako wrapping her tits around his cock, since he stated that he liked hers better, and guiding her chest around his shaft with expertise she couldn't have shown while busy fending off Danielle.

Danielle, meanwhile, slowly lowered her thighs onto his face and grabbed his nipples, gently teasing them.

The combination of their efforts soon had him staining Mako's chest with his cum as he trembled beneath them.

As his time with them ran out, the two women took the coin, Mako wiped the cum off of her chest, they got dressed again, and headed for the accountant's office to have the coin split between them.

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'There is more than just hiring a slut to fuck to brothels, though. Many offer various shows, from strip tease to choreographed sexfights.'

- A Tourist's Guide to Eros' Fall

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The Fox Tails brothel was famed for many things: skill and beauty of performers, size, their ability to sexfight any other brothel besides one in the area into submission (all the performers of one brothel run into another brothel and fuck them all silly, leaving the brothel inoperable), but one of their more uncommon qualities were their performances.

In a dimly lit room, two fox women were preparing for their performance. Out on the stage, one would be pale as snow, just like her tails, and the other darker, not enough for people to call it even a tan, but enough to tell who's skin is who's at a glance. Here, in the changing room, they were more similar, as their contrast was the result of a combination of lighting, natural colors, and specifically made makeup.

The makeup itself was a relatively new invention, specially designed for this very purpose - to be easy to apply to the whole body and not wash off with sweat as the two performed, and highlight contrast and allow distinguishing without actually changing the skin tone enough to be unrecognisable.

It's invention was funded by the arena, who needed to allow the audience to distinguish the warriors at a glance over larger distances, together with a similar concoction with the opposite effect, making skintones blend into one another, but quickly swept through the sexual entertainment industry as it's utility became apparent.

When they were finished, fully in the nude, they both collected an assortment of jewels and put them on, and then they emerged into a dimly lit room. They stood on a stage, which was a little more brightly lit then the rest of the room, while in the shadowed seats was the audience.

The shadows made it hard to see how many there were, which was on purpose, both for the audience, so their focus is directly on the performers, and the performers, so the audience doesn't distract them.

The smell of incense, selected for causing mild arousal and smelling pleasantly to almost everyone, wafted through the air, and from the sides of the room, the soft tones of two other performers playing harps carried through the air.

The two performers bowed to the audience, as a fifth performer, seated in a corner of the room, began to speak. Unnoticed by the audience, she was using an auditory illusion to make her voice be just loud enough to be legible but just soft and quiet enough to not distract from their hopefully growing arousal for everyone in the room.

"The performance you are about to witness," she spoke, "is an artistic recreation of the myth of the sun and the moon, and the lengthening and shortening of days, as told by the northern foxfolk."

The two performers on stage said nothing, though the one with a snow white tail knew that the myth had gone through several rounds of making it tastefully erotic, adding elements here and there and removing some of the more scandalous elements, and was not very faithful to the original at all. She was not paid to teach the people here about her native culture, however. She was here to give them a titillating show.

"In the beginning, there was only the Day." The speaker started the story, and the black furred fox stepped down from the stage, into the shadows below it.

The white furred fox, 'Day', meanwhile, began to dance. The dance in question was chosen for both its artistic merit and the way it made her nude figure bounce and glisten in the dim light.

As she danced, the lights flared brighter, showing off her perfect curves and her blemishless porcelain white skin. The light reflected on her body, bouncing wildly off her necklace, the ever shifting reflection further pulling attention to the valley of her large, jiggling chest.

"But she was not alone for long." The narrator spoke. "From between the stars, Night came."

The black tailed fox, 'Night', wrapped her body in her tail and illusions, so that she looked like a completely black void, and slipped onto the stage, behind the seemingly clueless 'day'.

Once she was behind her, Night reached out, her covered arms grabbing and squeezing the pale flesh of Day's breasts.

Day let out a high, melodic moan, and Night continued her work, playing with her tits as if they were water balloons.

The audience stared as Night played with Day, hands covered in pitch black illusions squeezing and rolling the supple and soft and large and deliciously pale chest.

"Night ambushed Day, taking advantage of the fact Day hadn't known anyone besides herself to exist." The storyteller continued.

On the stage, Night leaned forward and gently sunk her canines into Day's neck, the teeth stretching but not breaking the skin.

One of the hands on Day's chest found her nipples, gently pinching and teasing them, and the other trailed down to Day's crotch, tracing an inward spiral around her bottom lips.

"And Day was helpless against this surprise attack."

As Day's melodic moans grew louder and louder, Night kissed her neck, and then slowly moved up until she reached her fox ears, which she started to nibble on.

Her hand on Day's breasts resumed playing with them, squeezing and squishing as they spilled around her fingers, and the one near her bottom lips reached them, rubbing and intruding within.

Day's moans built to a crescendo, until with a cry she fell limp. The lights dimmed, and Night began to dance.

"With Night's victory, she resigned unopposed."

Her dance was slower than Day's, focused on poses and curves rather than Day's focus on movement and jiggly softness.

As the audience stared, entranced by Night, Day rose up from the floor where she laid on the floor, also ending up behind a seemingly unaware Night.

"But Day's defeat could not keep her down, and it was now Night's turn to be ambushed."

Rather than grabbing and teasing from behind, Day moved to Night's side and then turned her, so that they were seen in profile by the audience.

The lights brightened again, and Night's illusion went away. As it did, Day wrapped a hand around Night's back, and grabbed her ass with her other hand. Then she leaned in to kiss Night, and as their lips met, Day presses her chest against Night's, the larger and heavier pale pair slowly pushing back and squishing the slightly smaller, but still large, pair sported by Night.

At the same time, Day pushed her leg against Night's bottom lips, slowly and sensually rubbing her soft thigh and smooth skin against them.

Not going without any resistance, Night tickled and teased Day's spine, making her shiver. However, when Day broke the kiss and started leaving hickies on Night's neck, Night found herself loudly moaning, her voice deeper than Day's but just as smooth and melodious.