The following is an experiment. I haven't written much fiction and my therapist encouraged I get back at it. There is no rhyme or reason to this. No Editor-kun, no second draft: going commando here! Expect lots of BE, FMG, GTS, Futa and other sexual growth, but there might be whole chapters where I complain how badly they adapted a favorite book series.
Ok, a friend wanted to join in the fun. I originally gave her the name Irene to keep the whole anon thing going and only expected her to show up and that was that, then she wanted to be a faun and the last chapter ended with a faun appearing. Kinda excited to see how the two stories intertwine.
PREVIOUSLY ON ALT: Ai's sold to a slaver in a large fantasy city, told she would be sold again for massive amounts of money, learns she is sexually more sensitive than her previous body, orals a fairy to climax, then escapes when Ai turns into a fairy herself. Irene - Ai's good friend from Earth - finds herself summoned to this same world, but is now a faun and expected to marry into royalty.
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Ai stood in front of the brothel. The
isekaied
woman wished to make an informed decision, as if to say,
Out of the hundreds of whorehouses in this fair city, my selection of a fine and upstanding Prostitutionary is derived entirely upon a graded system involving seventy-six criteria.
Nope, Ai chose this place because it smelled nice and the clients appeared clean. Not
too
nice or clean: escort services two streets over employed large bouncers in front looking ready to beat her tiny and scrawny butt if she stepped any closer, yet the
Come Right Inn
presented that sweet spot of not too fancy nor too filthy. An upstanding small business.
"Well, ya gonna stand here all day - again! - or ya gonna march across the street and suck a cock?" Ai asked herself. Her accent grew thicker when she Gollumed with herself.
Ok, full disclosure, Ai was not in front of the brothel. She stood three buildings over, across the street, hiding behind a compost box wedged between an eatery and a dildo shop. The smell from the restaurant's composter kept most of the urchins away, though Ai observed in the last couple days rummagers braved stench for food on occasion. Most times - especially come twilight - the alley remained clear of everything excepting small three-eyed rat-lizard hybrid creatures she determined were common vermin in Yrlmuh.
Rewind. This has been a busy week since Ai dropped into the carcase fields. Backing up to her escape.
Fleeing the cage, slavery, flying around as a six inch fairy: it did not take long for Ai to become lost in the warren of a city, blinded by shapes and creatures and magics and technologies more fantastical than any manga or video game ever created on Earth. For a hazy few hours, she kept flying and buzzing until she dropped to the ground in a small park and tried to catch her breath behind a corpse of aspen-ish trees. Maybe, Ai might have used that time to assess what to do next, but with a start her body stretched outward like pulled taffy and in moments, back to the purple skinned girl with horns she frustratingly accepted was her new body. Naked and normal sized, survival instincts kicked in and Ai got up and kept running. When she got tired, she hid and dozed, waking at every sound and keeping the panic at bay. Ai gained an education in homelessness and hunger very quickly. Between running, though, she learned about this world.
Four days ago, Ai escaped the slave pens of Adan Payne, a telekinetic gnome notorious throughout the massive city state. She discovered his pens were only one of a dozen different slave shops in the city. And
city
was the incorrect term, as it defied any concept of reality. Day three, she found a crossroads near a fish market with a map of Yrlmuh; unless she read it wrong or her civics classes were inaccurate from college, the city covered a space approximately one hundred miles wide and seventy miles long, sandwiched between a canyon and a river, densely populated enough to house as many as a hundred million people. Or at least that many humans, who knew what actual population density was when dragons were part of the population? Dantk and Melody brought her in through the west gates, the salt flats beyond known as the Dump because of all the random junk getting spat out through the giant magic portal called the Maw.
"Ya need ta stop bein' distracted and get ta more cock sucking!"
Ai slapped her cheeks to psych up, yet paused with a creeping confirmation she wasn't mentally well. Ai was cognizant of her mental problems, the kind requiring decades under heavy medication. She accepted they would have eventually kill her. And maybe some of those mental problems vanished when she transported into this new world and new body, such as many anxieties. Not all of them disappeared, though. Ai never talked to herself on Earth, yet these conversations with herself kept happening.
Ai felt her ability to discern reality slipping away.
"I will suck cock when I decide to suck cock, not when you tell me to," Ai responded, fixing the belt of the gray yukata she stole from a line early the first day, after the fairy inside her wore off. It should have been paired with pants or worn by someone smaller than Ai. No bending over to pick up pennies until she found some panties.
"Besides, not like I'm going to church," Ai told herself, moving her feet across the cobbled street towards the tall and narrow brothel with wooden architecture reminiscent of German Fachwerkhäus buildings. She passed some street girls in baladi outfits of sequined bras and open slit skirts out front of the building, likely a uniform for prostitutes in the pleasure district as she noticed similar baladis worn all around these streets. Ai ignored the glares thrown her way, keeping her head down and with as much confidence as she could gather, walked through the open double doors into the bordello's common room.
Simple and clean, the ceiling stretched high and the walls narrowed in a V towards the back. A few lamps with dim indirect lighting, a row of doors along each wall, plush couches done in dark colors near the entrance, with the rest of the walls decorated in tasteful swatches of swooping dark colored curtains. Ai's favorite feature was escaping the punishing red light of the sunless sky with cool carpeting soothing burned feet.
A matronly woman looked up from a lectern, the only person in the room, scowling at Ai. She was also over fifteen feet tall and had an elephantish head with a long trunk and molted green and yellow skin. "We don't hire children."
Ai returned the scowl, squinting at the words coming out of the elephant woman's mouth not completely matching how her lips moved. This was a common problem in this world and Ai theorized the magic behind everything sounding or reading English to her was behind it, but with a few people the
translation
became more disjointed. Anyway, Ai soldiered on and tried to look more like an adult. "I'm forty-one years old."
