Day 9 Femboy Taverns Nnn

All characters are OVER 18.

Please excuse my frequent use of the word "boy". This implies "Femboy" or "Submissive Male", not a child or someone underaged.

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This chapter contains some really weird sexual activity. This is probably the strangest thing I've ever written. It definitely won't be for everyone. And it's even really strange for my standards and I wrote it. Feel free to skip the sex scene.

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This chapter features the following:

Angry confrontation, light threats of violence, combative flirting, bet involving sex mention, pheromone mentions, implied medical setting, some horny "doctor" tropes, femdom, latex gloves, Magic and fantasy aspects, forced temporary erectile dysfunction, clothed female partial nude male, penis deformation, light body deformation, excessive urethral insertion, prostate insertion, fingering, tough femboy to slut, light humiliation, small penis humiliation, "sissy" humiliation, getting "knocked up" tease, pearl

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Please Enjoy

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The sun had yet to rise but Orion was up. He sat on the edge of his bed and wiped a hand across his sleepy face before pushing himself up and onto his feet.

Everyone was still asleep while the goblin boy worked out. Running himself through his regular morning calisthenics.

Orion liked having a routine. It felt good to have a constant in life. It was part comfort, part compulsive. He had good reason to work out. A strong body meant protection. His old adventuring party captain had taught him that.

Having finished his workout and taking a cold shower, Orion headed back downstairs.

"Morning." Eleanor smiled at him, she was behind the counter, lifting a large oak cask into its spot on the back wall.

"Need any help?" Orion asked. Jumping the railing of the stairs, he was already beside her within a couple seconds, bracing a hand on the barrel.

It was a site to see. Eleanor didn't look like a strong woman, no rippling muscles, and a bit of pudge in the hips and thighs. But because of her quarter orc heritage, she was much stronger than the average human.

Eleanor let out a little laugh. "Don't worry, I've got it." She chuckled, setting the full barrel down into place.

This wasn't the first time Eleanore had single handedly heaved a large mead cask up onto the barrel rack, and surely wouldn't be the last. But to her it was cute seeing Orion's caring side peak out from his usual abrasive exterior.

She reached down and with a gentle hand, tousled his hair.

Orion would have immediately decked anyone who'd dare try to do such a thing to him. But this was big sis Eleanor. The woman who'd cared when no one else did. He gave her a rare smile.

"Let me know next time. I'll lend a hand." He said as he turned to walk away.

"I appreciate it.'

Orion stride to the corner and grabbed the broom before turning and headed to the front door. This too was part of his routine. Almost every morning he would sweep the paved area in front of the tavern. No one had ever asked him to do this, but he felt it made the place look more inviting.

He'd sweep out the dust, sand any puke from the night before, and scare off any passed out drunks. Just part of a day's work.

There was a whistle, and Orion looked up to see a woman pointing him out, and a familiar face beside her lock on target.

Orion recognized the woman making her way towards him, it had been the first official day of their challenge. The large Orc woman had gotten a little too handsy with Luca, so Orion had gotten handsy in his own way. With a punch to the nuts and a knee to the forehead, he'd knocked the drunk red orc clean out.

Orion grabbed the broom tightly in his hands, anticipating a confrontation. He'd planned to swing the thin wood broom like a bat, hopefully break it over her face and proceed to spear her with the splintered end, if he had too.

He bared his sharp goblin teeth as she got closer.

"Oh so you remember me." She taunted, closing the distance between them.

"Your face remembers my knee." Orion spat back.

He'd dealt with horny liquored up guests looking for sex on a daily basis. But this was different. Sober and looking for a fight was much less common.

As she got within range, Orion swung the broom. For it only to be caught in her hand as her other grabbed a fist full of his shirt.

"You're going to need much more than a little piece of wood if you want to take me on." She growled, bearing her tusked maw at the boy.

It was almost instinctive, what Orion did next.

"Oh I'll show you a piece of wood." Orion said, cheekily sticking out his tongue and giving her a rude finger.

The red orc snarled, picking up the goblin boy by his shirt and slamming him into the tavern wall, rattling the front window.

"That a threat!?"

Orion watched as the light in her eyes shifted and he knew he'd gotten her hook, line and sinker.

Adventurers like her, only seemed to care about two things, fighting and banging, and for this Futa in particular, Orion could tell that the line between the two was incredibly thin.

"Your little twig?!" She scoffed, "I'll show you a-"

"The hell is going on out here!?!" Eleanor came bursting out of the tavern doors, overhearing the commotion.

"Go back inside, Bit-"

"Foreplay!" Orion answered, cutting off the red orc.

Orion's eyes flicked between the futa's angry smirk and Eleanor's worried scowl.

"It's fine, Eleanor." Orion said, trying to reassure her.

Eleanor was conflicted, she trusted Orion, he'd shown over and over that he could handle himself but this was different. The tavern owner didn't move, just looked at him, any sign of distress and Eleanor would immediately intervene. But his eyes just pleaded to let him handle it.

Eleanor shot daggers at the orc futa, walking backwards into the tavern.

She laughed. "Your little mommy came to save you."

"I can handle myself."

"But you can't handle me." She said, confidence and venom brimming in her voice.

Orion laughed. "I handle she-ogres twice your size, nightly." He lied. Orion's self defense had turned into horny personal amusement. He liked goating on cocky Futas, it meant they had more of a reason to show off later.

"But you haven't had me." She flashed an evil, tusked smirk.

A whistle from down the street interrupted the strangely combative flirting. The pair looked. It was the woman from earlier, hurrying the red orc away.

"How about we make a deal?" She said, turning back to Orion. "You spend a night with me and by the time it's over, that smart little mouth of yours will be begging to leave this dirt hole to be my personal cock sleeve."

Orion rolled his eyes at her overconfidents. "And if I don't?" He asked, curious to what she'd wager.

The red orc reached down and felt a pouch at her side, Orion heard the jingling of small coins.

"How about a trinium?" She said confidently.

Orion damn near burst out laughing. A Trinium was a high value coin, about 100 gold, used for large purchases or rewards. "You don't have a Trinium." He said, calling the orc poor.

Her brow furrowed and she pushed him harder into the wall. "I will after this quest is done." She let go, the goblin boys dangling feet finally returning to the ground. "I'll be back in a couple of days. Don't wait up." She mocked, walking away.

"And you better bring a Trinium, or no deal!" He shouted after her.

Orion breathed and picked up the broom. Adjusting his shirt to cover his boner, before heading inside.

Eleanor stood on the other side of the door, arms crossed, almost startling him.

"Oh, it's fine. I handled it." He spoke trying to walk around her.

"You can't have sex with her."

Eleanor's stern demeanor and matter of fact tone, made her seem like his actual big sister.

Orion stammered, a loss for words. Eleanor had never stopped or restricted the boys from doing anything they wanted, at least if it didn't bring harm to them. She definitely didn't care previously who they slept with.

"You'll lose." She continued.

"Oh. No, I won't cum. I'll make sure-"

"I'm not talking about the No Nut Novembereth thing, Orion. I'm talking about the bet you made with her."

The small goblin boy felt lost. Did Eleanore really think he'd give into some cocky futa. He'd slept with a lot of guests in his time here considering themselves the best lay in the lands. Though there were even a few, he never admit it to himself, but part of him wished they'd blow back through town and bed him again. But he'd never abandon the tavern just because of some good lady pipe.

"She's a red orc." Eleanor explained. "They can release a very powerful pheromone, it's addictive and sends you into a sexual high. And they say their cum is even more potent than that. They call red orc's -slut makers- for a reason. That's why she was so cocky making her bet. You won't win."

Orion's mind swirled with all the new information. He hadn't known that about red orc's, they were fairly rare as it was, and this woman had probably been the first one of her kind in their tavern all year.

He contemplated his next moves. If he had known about her weird sex ability, he probably wouldn't have taken the deal. Though a depraved part of him was curious to experience it for himself.

"She probably won't come back. But if she does, I'll handle it." He said, and Eleanor watched the goblin boy walk away, leaving her feeling a little on edge.

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Later that morning after breakfast, most of the boys sat around in the kitchen.

Orion finished up his second breakfast. Quinn sat across from him reading some novel. From the light pink in the timid boy's cheeks, Orion figured it was something smutty.

Also at the table was Nova, going through a stack of mail. Most of it was for Eleanor but occasionally, Nova would receive a letter or two. Orion didn't know who was writing to him, but knowing Nova, it was probably some futa who'd passed through here that he'd honey trapped. Maybe even a couple of them.

Finding a letter for himself, Nova opened it. Orion wanted to be interested, but truly he didn't care. He turned and looked out the window.

He spotted Lucky, walking Ms. Delaquax's horse. Orion thought about how long it had been since he'd ridden a horse.

Nova got up from the table and left the room, letter in hand. And with his brother gone. Twilight rushed over from doing the dishes to Quinn.

"How is it?" The elf boy asked quizzically.

"It's... very inappropriate." The curly horned boy responded quietly, book in hand. His cheeks were almost as pink as his hair.

"What's going on now?" Twilight continued to ask.

"She's getting... bukkaked by the demon princesses." He stammered.

"Really?! Let me see!" The silver haired boy cooed, taking the book from Quinn.

Leaving them to their devices, Orion stood. He exited the kitchen and into the dining hall. Eleanor was meeting with a supplier for mead ingredients, as Luca polished tables.

"I'll be back before we open." He informed Eleanor, hoping not to interrupt her meeting. She gave him a wave as he exited.

The witch Tallulah's shop was only a couple minutes walk down the road. The door jingled as he entered, even though there was no bell.

Tallulah's place was less a shop and more a cluttered hodgepodge of strange magic items, relics, and just weird junk. Things moved in jars, plants turned and seemed to watch him without eyes, objects writhed on the shelves, it was like her place was alive.

The front room was empty, and having known Tallulah, instead of ringing the bell on the counter, Orion just barged into the back.

"Tallu?" The green skinned boy called out. Spotting the pretty witch sitting at a cluttered desk, peering through a large mounted magnifying glass, working on something.

She didn't even glance up. "Orion, welcome. What do I have the pleasure?" Tallulah said, continuing to work on a small engraving.

"Red Orcs, got anything to block their pheromone effect or whatever?" Orion said, sounding disinterested.

"Ooo~ Red Orcs." Tallulah briefly looked up and stared off fondly. "Have you taken a fancy to one?" She asked, returning to her work.

Orion roamed around, looking and touching stuff. "Something like that." He said being aloof. "Eleanor warned me about them. She's worried I'll get so hooked I'll leave to be a cock sleeve."

Tallulah chuckled and glanced up watching the boy. "And you're worried too." She added. "Something tells me you wouldn't be here if you weren't worried a little."

He wasn't sure what type of magic she was using, mind reading maybe, because the witch always seemed to be able to read him like a book.

"Well..." She continued. "The only thing I've got is a piece of advice." The boy's ears perked up. "Give into it. Drink it deep and go dumb. It's a blast."

"What!?"

"Oh and drink lots of water beforehand. That helps the hangover." She added.

The smirk on her face made Orion feel like she was just teasing him, which pissed him off.

"I shouldn't have come." He turned to leave.

But with a wave of a finger, the door out, shut. "Wait up a moment."

"The hell!"

Another flick of her finger had a chair pulled out, scooping up the small goblin boy in the process. "Let's chit chat." Tallulah curled a finger and the chair slid across the room, stopping across the desk from her.

Tallulah finally looked up from her work, pushing aside the magnifying glass to give Orion her full attention.

"You're want for a remedy, isn't necessary because you don't need one."

Orion swallowed. "But... what if it's too addicting? And... I can't get enough?"

"Would you leave?" She asked calmly.

"I don't know."

"I mean right now. Sitting here in front of me. Would you leave the tavern?"

Orion thought for a moment about all those times he'd threatened to leave. All those times he wanted too. Lucky was an idiot. Luca had the world's largest stick up his butt. Nova was a greedy dickwad. Twilight, a girly slut. Quinn, a pussy wimp. All of them got on his last nerve at times.

All except Eleanor.

"I wouldn't." He answered.

"Then that's your answer. Red Orc musk is deliciously mind melting, oh and the cum~" Tallulah hummed, getting lost for a second in a memory but quickly snapping back to reality. "But it's not going to change who you are as a person. Don't get me wrong, you'll be come a absolute cock whore for a couple of hours. But you wouldn't just up and leave your home and family, Orion." She reassured him.

Orion nodded in agreement. But a part of him worried. "Yeah. Thanks." He said, standing to leave.

"Anything else I could help you with?"

Orion stopped in his tracks. "Do you... have anything to stop someone from coming?"

"For someone else or you?"

Orion felt his cheeks burn. " For me."

Tallulah contemplated for a moment, before bolting out of her chair. "I do have something-" She said, moving to another desk, brushing some papers off a dusty box. She returned, placing the box on the desk in front of him. "But you're probably not going to like it."

Orion thought about the situation at the tavern. The boys had talked about taking clients again, and Orion himself had attempted it. He knew anal was off the table for him. At this point his prostate was more sensitive than his dick.

So when he took a client yesterday, it was blow job only, yet still Orion found himself close to cumming. Having 2+ weeks of this left, he felt out of options.

"I'll take what you got."

Tallulah smiled. Giddy to try out one of her creations. "Good choice."

Orion watched her open the box, placing what looked like a tiny paper seal, only a few rice grains wide, on the table.

"That's it? So how does this work? Do I swallow it?"

Tallulah giggled, "You could say that. Just not with your mouth."

"So it goes up my butt." Orion said matter of factly. Unphased by the idea.

"Closer, but not quite."

Now Orion was starting to get worried. Before he opened his mouth the witch spoke.

"Do you know how pearls are made?" Tallulah asked, her sharp pivot almost gave Orion whiplash.

"What does that have to do-"

"Well you see-" She continued. "When a mollusk gets a piece of sand or debris stuck in its throat, it releases a fluid that coats the irritant and hardens. Once it develops a large enough coat, we call that a pearl."

Orion blinked at the witch and her impromptu lesson. "What does that have to do with this?" Orion asked, a bit irritated himself.

"Well for most futas and boys, the seat of their inert magical sexual energy is their prostate. When sexual tension builds in the body, so does sexual energy, and the two together help you pop-" Tallulah pantomimed squirting. "Which releases both the energy and tension. An orgasm. But what if instead, there was a metaphorical grain of sand. Something for the sexual energy to coat and solidify. And with no sexual energy," she went to pantomime squirting again but stopped short. "There's no orgasm. The sexual tension continues to build with no sexual energy to help release it."

Orion's eyes had only partially glazed over at her explanation, but he got the jist of it. "Is that painful?"

Tallulah weighed the question. "As painful as wanting to cum badly, but not being able to can be, I guess." Tallulah smirked, reminiscing. "The boy I had developed this for, he would pass out after a couple of hours of high stimulation." She giggled, thinking of a pink haired boy in particular.

Orion swallowed. He moved closer and eyed the tiny seal. "So this goes on my prostate?"

"IN your prostate." Tallulah corrected, gathering some items.

Orion stared at her bewildered. "In?"

"That's the fun part." She smirked. "Now go sit, and let's get started." Tallulah said, snapping on a glove.

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Orion sat on the edge of an examination table. With his pants and underwear folded next to him, his boy parts were on full display. But the strong willed goblin boy pretended not to care.

"So what? Women saw me naked all the time. This isn't a big deal. It's just Tallulah." He told himself, but what he couldn't hide was the soft pink on his green cheeks.

"You ready?" Tallulah said, coming over and placing a tray beside him. A corked glass bottle filled with green fluid, and the small seal.

"Let's just get this over with."

"Got some place to be? Don't tell me your red orc is waiting for you." She teased.

Orion huffed, as Tallulah flicked over a short stool for her to sit on. Orion looked down at her, the pretty witch sat shoulder height with his crotch. And he felt himself get nervous as she was already too close for comfort. He clenched his jaw, and spread his legs trying not to care.

"Oh eager are we?" Tallulah teased, as she adjusted her gloves.

"Just-" Orion huffed, looking down, he'd been so caught up in trying to ignore how he was feeling, he was only now realizing how stiffly his dick strained into the air. The angry boner pointing at the witch. The goblin boy froze.

"This won't do." She spoke, a smirk on her lips. "But thankfully, I have something for this. Hope you don't mind."

Tallulah's finger glowed, even through her glove, and she touched the tip of her finger to his penis.

Orion stifled a grunt in his throat at her touch and watched as his dick deflated, shrinking back to its small flaccid state.

His cheeks flared a deep red now. Being a grower, Orion's now miniscule, inch long nub, sitting limply on his balls, was somehow even more embarrassing than being rock hard.

"Don't worry, you should be able to get it up in a couple hours. But if a couple days pass and you can't get hard, please come back to see me." Tallulah said a bit sheepishly, grabbing the glass bottle and popping its cork.

Orion was stuck in an embarrassed shock as Tallulah poured a bit of thick green liquid onto two fingers, mixing it lightly with her thumb. She placed the glass bottle down and with her now free hand, touched Orion, pulling back his pinch of foreskin until she revealed the pink bump of his tip.