A New Beat

Hey everyone! This is a lore-focused story I've wanted to write for a while (but it's still got sex!). Hope you enjoy!

CW:

Futanari, Prostitution, Police Brutality, Implied Abortion

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I puffed out my chest as I marched onwards, the gazes of my new brothers hot on my nape. I slammed my foot into the ground and turned towards our Sergeant at attention.

"At ease, Constable."

I let my shoulders relax, but stayed vigilant. My former CO's words echoing in my head.

You'll have to work twice as hard to even be part of the team, and ten times as hard to earn their respect. You know that, right?

"Everyone!" he clapped his hands together, and the stomp of boots rattled around as everyone in the crowd took seats, leaving me and him standing in the centre, surrounded mostly by unfamiliar faces. He towered over me, his hairy arms behind his back. "This is Constable Charlie. She's on loan to us from the city to serve as our guide to the local customs while we're here."

He paced around the massive tent, turning his back to me and facing his men. "You will treat her with respect. Just because Pallas is now part of our empire does not mean these people are our property. This isn't the Wastes.

"Being a part of the Allian City Guard, she knows this place better than any of us. Questions go to her. If you're not certain about anything, go to her. Got it?"

A few quiet acknowledgements went up throughout the room. "Good. You are all dismissed. Constable, with me."

I fell in line behind him as we travelled through the camp towards his tent. "Hey, you can ease up a little," he said. "Your country, and subsequently, the military, is under new management. We treat our own with respect."

I let myself walk a bit more relaxed, though I decided in the moment I wouldn't let myself off the hook too easily. These people were the enemy until recently.

We stepped into another tent, and he took a seat behind a desk littered with papers. "So, tell me about a few of the programs you've been running recently."

"Sir?"

"You can call me Elias." He put one boot up on the desk. "What have you been doing to make the city better?"

"Well, we've been trying to deal with the homeless problem in the Gallant District."

"How?"

"We've been subsidizing the price of food and housing, and we've begun construction on a school."

"Good. What else?"

"There is a problem with crime in the Tract District, Sir, er- Elias."

"And?"

"We have doubled the police presence there, though it hasn't addressed the crimes in the poorer sectors of that district."

"Hmm. This is work you have attended to personally?"

"Well, no. That's why we have Blockers."

He leaned forward, dropping his foot from the papers and leaving a stain. "As your first task, I want you to go down to the Tract District in civilian clothing and meet a few people in the poorer areas. Say five. Get to know them a little. You'd be surprised what you can learn."

"S- Elias, why am I doing this?"

"You need to figure out why your solution isn't working, and fast. Good luck, Charlie."

I nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable with my CO using my first name. But I decided I would get used to the feeling. It might be nice to be more familiar with my brothers.

I headed to the women's tent, grabbing my clothes as I went. I stripped my shirt and bra and, just as I unbuttoned my pants, a trio of Omangarepian women came in. The tent grew hotter as they entered, and the smell of sweat eclipsed the room.

"Hey," one said, clapping me on the back. "You must be new. Some sort of smokie?"

"What's a smokie?"

"Recruit whose armour still reeks of smoke from the forge. Never seen battle."

"Well, I've never been in a war, but I have been patrolling these streets for years."

The second one sat beside me, pulling off her shirt. Her abs glistened, and I realized then that they were all much taller than me. "Not a smokie to me. I'm Charla."

"Charlie."

"Hey!" she smiled. "Almost the same name. Funny, huh?"

"Sure." I didn't really get the joke, but her joy made me smile.

"That's Maisel and Plira."

Maisel grabbed my tits, my face burning red in an instant. "I bet you're good with the boys."

An idea came to mind. "The ladies too," I said, stifling my anxiety.

"Wow," Plira whistled. "Got some balls on you. C'mon. Let's see how you measure up."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Your cock. I want to see if I'm bigger."

I giggled awkwardly. "Are you serious?"

Charla finished undressing, pulling down her underwear to reveal a thick penis between her legs, resting gently on a pair of hairy testicles.

I gasped out loud. "Wait... what?"

"So... are you bigger?"

I took a moment to steady my breath, despite the pounding of my heart and the blood in my face as the other two dropped their pants.

"I..." I took a deep breath, "don't have a penis."

"What?"

I pulled down my pants, revealing my clean-shaven pussy, slightly wet from the smell of sweat and the sight of thick cocks.

"Charla, are you seeing-"

"Yep. She's natural."

"Wow."

They kept their distance, but their eyes covered every inch of my bare skin. "Now I get it. You guys don't have the same policy. In Omangarep, the worst thing for a soldier is to be out of commission for nine months... so..."

"They changed you into men?"

"No! They gave us penises. We're still women. With women's desires..." she bit her lip.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, but I knew the answer as I saw their cocks throb with every passing second, the blood flowing into them and making them grow.

"Look, I'm flattered, but I've got to go soon. I can't just give up my pussy to every hung girl who asks for it..." Despite my denial, I was getting hotter.

Maisel slid her underwear on. "In that case, put us on your to-do list when you get back. We won't be doing much work until we can iron out these problems in our pants." Fuck it.

I walked over and put my hand on her cock, stroking it through her underwear. "Just because I'm in a rush doesn't mean I can't be a little late, hm?"

I fell to my knees and as I opened my mouth, the three cocks slapped down on me. "I think I'm going to like being a citizen of Omangarep."

I took Maisel's cock in my mouth as I stroked Plira and Charla off to each side. Fear crept into my stomach, being surrounded by three strangers whose muscles were so apparent I wouldn't stand a chance against them if I had a mage on my side, but I pushed it down. I chose this. I was going to make a difference in the Tract District, and I was going to please these women first.

After a breath, I slammed my face into Maisel's groin, taking her cock as deep as I could. I could feel her moan, and as I picked up the pace with my stroking and bobbing, thick globs of precum dripped down to the floor and coated my hands and throat.

Their sweat mingled with the precum, and I felt my pussy dripping down between my legs. I moaned into the dick in my throat, stroking the other two carefully.

I pulled off of Maisel's cock, finally able to breathe, and swallowed. "Damn. How close are you guys?"

Maisel moaned. "Really close. Please..."

I shoved my face back down, making sure to run my tongue all over the length of her cock, using as many throat muscles as I knew how to control to milk her for all her worth. Her hands found purchase on the back of my head, and I choked and gagged as her cock expanded, delivering its load deep inside me.

Just then, Plira exploded all over me, coating my face in her seed while I guzzled Maisel's delicious cum. Charla was barely hanging on as I pulled back and swallowed, slowly turning my attention to her.

"How about something special for you, our final holdout?"

She nodded. "What did you have in mind?"

I hopped onto my tippy-toes and rode her cock like a witch on a broom. My pussy rubbed against her dick, coating it instantly, and I felt her explode between my thighs, her cum shooting out behind us and running down my legs.

As her orgasm passed, and we each caught our breath, I took a step back, admiring my handiwork. "Wow. I really need a good dicking. But first, I've got work to do. See you later?"

They nodded, still partially in a haze. I doused myself in water and dried myself off, though I still stunk of their cum. "To-do list. Sounds good, Maisel."

I winked at her and put the rest of my clothes on. I slapped Plira's ass on my way out, the feel of her delicious flesh lingering in my mind long after their scent was gone. My pussy dripped like a waterfall by the time I reached the edge of the camp. Allian stretched out in the distance, its tall towers and parapets reaching for the sky, crooning for freedom from our new owners.

I gazed out at the Omangarepian banners, flying high where Pallian colours once flew.

Perhaps the world would be more peaceful as husbands and wives returned from the front. I took a deep breath and began on my trek to the city. As I neared the walls, I heard a whistle. "Hey, Charlie!"

I turned to see Vagras approaching on a barrel-chested black stallion. "Hey! I thought you were still down south!"

"Climb aboard. Let's talk on the way."

He helped me up to new heights, allowing me a fresh perspective on the world as I looked down upon all those who'd once held the advantage in height. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

I nodded, though I clung to him tightly, not wanting to slip. Each step the horse took drove shocks through my cunt.

"It's policy that all Omangarepian officials ride around on horseback."

"But I don't-"

"Later problem. I'll see what I can do. I know some breeders, some trainers, and some good spots to get wild horses. They're the most loyal, but the hardest to tame."

I leaned against him. "Where are we going?"

"To the Tract District. I asked Elias to be assigned with you."

"What-"

"You're full of questions. I'm running a seminar on Pallian customs. I need to get reacquainted with home, Charlie."

I rubbed against his back. "Good point."

I could feel his hard muscles with every bounce as we clopped through the gate and into the city.

"It's so good to be home."

"Yeah, how was it? Out there, I mean."

"Not pleasant. But the war's over now." He smiled. "How's Vik?"

"Oh shit, have you not sent letters?" I pulled away. "You haven't seen him yet?"

"I got in this morning, and I've been on duty since."

"Well, we'll take a quick detour-"

"Nah, I'll visit him later. Want to shower, get some flowers, that sort of thing."

I nodded. "If only I had someone who cared like you do."

"Hey, you'll find someone. Who knows, maybe the Tract District is full of gooey romantics."

"Well, if you count armed robbery as romantic, then sure."

"Hmm. Still the same old Tract?"

"Same as ever. Nothing we do seems to help."

"So what did Elias actually assign you to do?"

"Meet some locals. Simple as that. I'm ashamed I haven't tried it before." The clean streets of the upper city slowly gave way as we headed down to the slums. "Hey, we're not trying to antagonize anyone, so we should probably ditch the horse and your armour."

He nodded. "Fair enough." He left his horse and arms at a nearby guardhouse, and we continued on foot.

Eventually, we passed the gate to the Tract District. It wasn't as dirty as it had been once, but bits of trash still lined the streets. The symbol of the Stone Artisans was everywhere, covering the walls of shops, and graffitied over Omangarepian banners.

"Gang war's over, finally?"

"There are still a few holdouts of the others, but yeah, mostly."

We headed through the square, where several heavily armed guards sat, eyeing us carefully. A handful of stalls were set up, with sagging merchants behind them, but otherwise the streets were empty.

"Weird. Where are the beggars?"

Vagras shrugged. We went over to a merchant, taking a second to inhale the vile air. "How can anyone live here?" he whispered.

"Greetings, m'lady and m'lord," the Merchant said. "What brings you to our humble district?"

"I'm a member of the city guard, and I'm trying to figure out why our policies aren't working."

He spat on my shoe and crossed his arms.

"Well, that's one reason," Vagras said. "No one trusts us."

"I wonder why," the merchant said.

"What's your name?"

"I'm not telling you. You'll just look me up and fine me, or have my licenses revoked."

"Why would I-" The merchant sneered, and I looked at Vagras. "Okay, let's go."

We huddled together, out of sight of the merchant and the guards. "So, being upfront won't work."

"No, but I have a plan, but I need to do it alone. If you encounter anyone, just don't tell them you're a guard."

"Okay, where should we meet?"

"Right here, five hours, let's say?"

"Okay." He dashed off without another word. "Weird."

I wandered the major streets for a few minutes before a patrol stopped me. I stared up at the two guards on horseback. "Excuse me, miss, where are you heading?" one said.

"Wait, Constable, is that you?" The other guard lifted his face guard to reveal one of my old squad mates, Lucky.

"Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, what are you doing here? And so unprotected?"

"I'm on a special assignment, undercover. Thanks for your discretion." I started walking away before turning back. "Actually, could you rough me up a little?"

"What?"

"Just like spit on me or something. Slap me a little."

The other guard did so without hesitation, but Lucky bit his lip. "Sorry," he said, then reached down and backhanded me with his gauntlet.

I clutched my hand to my face. "Thank you," I whispered before running off. If the constables saw me, I was sure others would too. Getting on the bad side of the guards could be the in I was looking for.

I ducked into a rundown building and stumbled over to the counter. "Oh, thank god. Those guards just-"

"Hit you?" The clerk, an old man, tsked his tongue. "They'll get what's coming. Oh yes, they will." He leaned over and grabbed my chin, looking closely at my cheek. "Yikes, I'll get some cream of dandril."

I waited, rubbing my sore cheek as he went into the back. A tall woman came into the shop. She bore scars on either side of her face, and she leaned against the counter next to me.

"Fetus Lilies?"

"What?"

"Damn, I'da figured you were here to evict the baby, but..." she looked me up and down. "You're not from around here."

"No, visiting."

"What brings you to Allian?"

"Well, I figured I'd use the excuse of expansion to leave my little village and move to the big city." I was lying through my teeth, but she nodded wistfully.

"I've seen a bunch of farmer gals come through. If you're looking for money, I can hook you up, if you're willing to fuck for money." She sniffed. "Smell like you're good with boys."

"Is that what you do? You're a prostitute?"

"You don't need to sound so offended, girly. Here, we do what it takes to survive."

The man emerged from the back with a dark purple concoction. "Rub that on your face, my dear. It's on the house."

"Can I get-"

"The usual?" He walked over to the front window and plucked a flower which he ground in a mortar and pestle.

She tossed him a slip of paper with a wink and grabbed the jar he prepared.

"See you, Trev," she said.

"Kai," he nodded his head as she exited.

"So, you're from out of town?" he said, leaning against the counter.

"Yeah."

"Well, Madam Rao's is very reputable. Good for quick gold, or so I'm told."

"I'm not a whore."

"I'd pay for you." He leaned back. "Well, if you ever need more cream of dandril, come on back."

I thanked him and headed back into the streets. I stared at the sign above the door. "Trev's Trinkets."

What an interesting encounter.

I walked down the road, and I ducked out of the way as another patrol clopped by on horseback.

I began to understand why the locals didn't trust us. We were terrifying.

As I took cover, a hand tapped on my shoulder. I whirled around to face a gaunt goblin. "Hi! Hiding from the guards?"

"Yeah, I don't want to get hit again."

"Mmmm, yes, they hit me too. Follow me, I can help."

The goblin snuck under a broken fence and out of sight.

Fuck it. This'll help me understand them better.

I crawled after him and found myself in a warm alleyway covered in bright cloths and cozy blankets. A few other people lounged around, from sleeping goblins to a minotaur standing guard.

"So this is where everyone is?"

He nodded. "Ariston, come meet the new girl."

The minotaur walked over, having to crouch beneath the low makeshift wooden ceiling that hid us from the patrols.

"Chid, how many times do I have to tell you we have to vet people before they can enter?" He turned to me. "But you seem nice, so I'll let you stay." He sniffed, his huge nostrils flaring. "Cream of dandril?"

I nodded. "From Trev's."

He plopped himself down next to me. "So, you're new here? Never seen you around."

"I've been in the city for a few days, but this is the only place I could afford."

"Yeah, I get that. I can't offer you money, but we look out for each other. Now that the Stone Artisans took control, we don't go to bed as hungry as before."

"Really? I would have figured the gang was scary."

"To the patrols, yeah, I guess. But they look out for us. Hungry?"

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"What's your name?"

"Charlie."

"Pretty, I like it. And I like you. You seem good, strong. Stone Artisans have an opening for a lookout if you're interested."

"I might take you up on that."

He smiled. "Welcome to the team, then." As he stretched his arms out, I realized he was gargantuan. I'd only seen minotaurs from afar, but they lived up to the legends.

"Long way from Themiscyra, no?"

"Yeah, but this is home now."

"You've been halfway across the world. What's it like?"

"Very different. Themiscyra is nice, but mostly for natives."

"Hmm. I wonder what it would be like to live in a matriarchy."

"Good for you, bad for me."

A cowbell rang out and Chid dashed over to the fence. He pulled it open, revealing the woman from before, Kai. She sauntered in, her dress shimmering, and she flicked Chid on the forehead.

"Hey!" she said as she saw me. "Hitting on my husband?"

I pulled away from Ariston. "Shit, sorry."

"Hey, I don't really care." She plopped into his lap and started rocking back and forth.

"I thought you were a prostitute."

"I am."

"But you've got a-"

She sighed. "Yeah, I do."

Ariston kissed her on the forehead. "Kai, she's only been in the city a few days."

"You're not in the country anymore. Can't judge others like you could out there."

"She likes it, it makes money. As long as she's still got the energy to... deal with me when she gets home, I don't care."

"Interesting. I'm almost jealous."

Kai furrowed her brow. "You're telling me that your partner judges you?"

I shook my head. "I've got no one."

She leaned in and pulled me into a hug. "How long's it been?"

"Three months."

"Three months? Girl, you need to get some dick. Or pussy." She sniffed again. "But you smell like cum?"

I nodded. "Blowjobs are fun, but... I've been too busy to get a real dicking."

She pulled a slip from between her breasts. "You get a free ride with one of my referrals. I can recommend people based on your preferences, too."

"No, thanks," I said, pushing the paper away.

"C'mon, you're not thinking clearly. You'll be much clearer once you get pistoned into the ground by a huge, muscular..." she rubbed Ariston's chest. "Sorry. Maybe you're into soft girls with huge tits."

My concentration drifted away, picturing Charla, Maisel, and Plira from this morning, their sweaty abs, their enormous cocks.