Owning a brothel in a flying pirate city could be hard. Plenty of people go into debt trying to fund a brothel that suits their tastes. Thankfully, you are Rumpelstiltskin, and you have no preferences.
Omnisexuality makes you appreciate what each of your workers has to offer.
Of course, there’s plenty of other issues that they normally face. Cutthroat competition, sabotage, rumors, bruisers, paperwork…organizing working boys and girls takes a lot of work. Being you means those problems become annoyances more than anything else.
There’s one thing your red light rivals can’t compete against, and that’s quality. And products. Okay, two things. Quality, unique products, and a friendly attitude. Wait, that’s three…
Fine, fine, you’ve got loads of advantages over them.
For one, your prostitutes are always clean. Even when a rival has someone come in with crotchrot, dickworms, and a delayed curse of impotence, you heal the afflictions with minimal effort. That scheme backfired spectacularly, because the carrier was still horny after he left and he spread his diseases all over the red light district.
Madame Baiser got him good. And she had his employer disappear. Turns out you made her a fan when you offered your services as a walk-in clinic.
You had a few minor issues with violent clients, especially when you made it clear that your workers had to consent to that level of roughhousing. With a price to match.
Hwala and the burlier male prostitutes had issues with the amount of troublemakers, but once Sunday started visiting, the problems stopped. All in all, by letting whores earn more, protecting them, and keeping your nose clean under Baiser and Missy’s watchful eyes, you no longer need to worry about steali–winning from casinos.
Which is handy because they abandoned all pretenses and refused to let you come back. All because they want to blame you for that one incident with Unlucky. She falls to lust in public and has sex with three people on a poker table one time…!
It doesn’t matter anymore.
You’ve expanded the House of Temptation to more than just a brothel, but a brand. There’s the shop closer to the docks where you sell your drugs, Temptation Dispensary. Right next to it is a bakery, Taste of Temptation, and further along the jagged streets is where you sell some of Ulex’s clothes, Shroud of Temptation. Every single purchase gives customers the option to put their names in a lotto for a chance to win entrance to Haven alongside those Missy approves.
You’ve got plans for even more franchises. Like a hot-dog fast food restaurant. When Haven gets big enough to have a large herbivore population, you’re going to be selling McDick’s on every corner.
Business is booming. You’ve offloaded most of the responsibility of managing to others. Rumpelstiltskin is known as a financial guru and playboy, so now you’ve got a bunch of roadies. And if you fuck them to collect some DESIRE, it’s a bonus for both of you.
Technically, you have another job. As a Lust Demon, seduction and sex comes naturally. So of course, even prostitutes can use your advice. You are currently working as your brothel’s ‘intimacy coordinator’ in the main office.
“Ahn~ ahn~ ahhnn~”
“Great job, Grace!” You’re watching the two newest futanari go at each other on your couch. “Put your back into it, Suzie wants all of you in her!”
“Yes boss!” Grace pants and puts her whole body into her thrusts, grabbing two fistfuls of the equint woman’s ass.
Suzie’s eyes flutter with pleasure, her moans increasing in frequency and volume as her stiffening equine cock flops around, flicking precum in every direction. On your couch, in her face, across her modest tits. Hard to believe she was a man a few hours ago.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck~” Suzie shudders, her pussy clamping tighter on her human lover’s cock. Her fingers grip onto the couch as if she’s hanging on for dear life.
“Come on Suzie, work her shaft!” You’re sitting on your desk, Check is reading through a pile of documents. “Her dick is just begging for your attention, flopping around like that.”
“Yes boss!” Grace leans forward and grips her dick to jack Grace off.
Suzie’s horsecock pulses, hardening with every thrust. Her moans devolve into squeaky gasps, the pleasure from her pussy and cock making her mind go blank. Grace grabs her breasts through her mesh top, shivering in delight every time her ample chest bounces against her arm.
“Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmeeeeeeee~!” Suzie’s eyes roll back her mouth is agape.
“Great o-face, Suzie!” You drink in the DESIRE. “Finish her off, Grace!”
“Y-yes boss!”
Grace is jacks off the foot-long equine dick in a white knuckle grip, pinching at her nipple as she holds her bust into her arm. Her crotch is drenched in femcum, her own cunny leaking down her legs to pool with the mixture of sexual fluids. She feels a pressure mount in her groin, her entire body shuddering in anticipation. All at once she thrusts hard into Suzie, coating her insides in semen.
“Fuuuuuuck!” Grace squeals, her pussy spraying in a sympathetic ecstasy.
Suzie’s orgasm rushes through her body, the dick that was held in a vice unleashing its entire payload in her face. She catches her huge coating of spooge over her face, her breasts, and her open mouth. She shivers a few times and pulls out, fluids still dripping from her flaccid penis. Grace lays there, struggling to catch her breath.
“Great job, Grace. You too, Suzie. Handled that new pussy like a champ.”
“Thanks boss.” Suzie wipes the sweat from her brow. Grace just raises a shuddering thumbs up.
“You two are going to be so popular. Don’t you think so, Check?”
Check nods absent-mindedly. Her cheeks and ears beet-red. One hand is writing and the other is under the desk, rubbing at her stiffening girlcock. Sketches of Grace and Suzie in various poses line the margins of her notes.
Her DESIRE is delicious.
It’s her fault the two wanted to become futanari. She went a bit hog wild ‘trying out the merchandise’, so the secret was out quick. Sadly, she hasn’t had much time to use her new equipment. When Sunday isn’t around, she’s the one managing the portal. And that’s with organizing the schedules, accounting, public relations, and general management. She still needs to sleep and eat, poor girl.
“Go take a break, girls.” Yes, you need to make sure your hardest worker is rewarded~
Grace nods and makes for the door, but it opens in front of her and in strides in Typeface. Leaning cooly on the wall outside is a disguised November, kohl-lined eyes looking disdainfully at any that approach her. With all the gold and silk she’s (barely) wearing, most of the people who normally hang by the door to eavesdrop on ‘training’ were whisked away by her disdainful glare.
Except that one guy who looks like he’s swooning every time she lifts her nose at him.
Grace is intimidated too; she blubbers something about a doctor’s appointment and scurries away. November strides in on her gold platform heels, ignoring Typeface as the journalist saddles up to her baby-daddy to talk her ear off. The succubus looks down at the couch, at the exhausted, cum-coated Suzie, and nods before dropping her brown butt on her face.
Suzie lets out a tired muffle. November is having none of that. She pinches her seat’s nipple and twists.
“Lick.” The succubus orders.
Something awakens in Suzie. She stops struggling and mewls, November’s imperious smile the only sign of the futanari’s oral work. She joins you in watching Typeface gush over her barely growing baby bump, how things were going with Spokefast, Amaranth, and Bell, and another offer to let Check live with them when she wanted to come by.
<Lord Quinn. Why does the dwarf woman seem so bent on having the elf live with her?>
Your spawn always ask tricky questions.
At first, you’d bullshit your way to an explanation based on your own hazy understanding. More recently, you’ve pretended to know the answer and point them in the direction of a solution. Then you ask them what they’ve learned, and mysteriously smile when they give you an answer. You’ve got soul reading for these interpersonal questions.
<There’s the basic reasons. They find each other attractive and would like to see more of each other.> November’s tail slips out of her illusion and steadily teases her seat’s abdomen. She’s getting distracted. <Stop that.>
<Apologies, Lord Quinn.> She bows her head and her tail disappears. She’s lucky Suzie is too occupied with a face full of demon muff to wonder if it was really a finger that teased her. <I find this form…stifling.>
<Not as much as this one.> November casts her gaze low in shame. <Now, now…its fine. Mistakes we can recover from are lessons. Anyways, take a chance to listen.>
Typeface and Check keep talking, conversation jumping between the latest gossip the prostitutes got from Nancy’s Tavern, problems they’ve been dealing with in their own work, and always eventually circling back to how excited Typeface was to have a real baby.
<This is where Typeface gets her information.>
<From pillow talk to publication, yup. What else?>
<She’s excited about being pregnant. And not for sexual reasons.> She’s really surprised at that. <Don’t mortals have to stay pregnant for months? With all those disgusting mortal bodily functions?>
<Remember that Typeface lives in Prillia, where natural births have been on the decline for centuries. It’s a reason to celebrate for her. Not to mention that it’s a much bigger investment than it was for us. Mortal also take a long time to mature. It’s a whole thing to raise them properly and all that.>
<They raise them for the entire eighteen years?>
<Depending on species and culture, it could be more.>
“Fuck.” November’s exclamation encourages her seat to dig into her loins with renewed vigor, her horsecock slowly throbbing back up.
“Oh, there she goes again.” Check sighs and shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
Just long enough for Typeface to notice the pulsating rod between her legs.
“You poor dear! When was the last time you took care of that?” Typeface tuts and sends you a scathing look. “Have you been parading whores in your office this whole time without giving any release to Check?”
Hey, you were about to take care of it! You were going to ride that cock, until someone barged in and stole your thunder. You were looking forwards to losing this body’s anal virginity!
“Let me help.” Typeface crawls under the desk and stares at Check from between her legs. Check’s dick bobs free from her skirt, sliding up Typeface’s face and leaving behind a trail of pre. “Bell told me my blowjobs have been getting a lot better. Mwah.”
She kisses the tip of the length, slowly teasing the glans with her tongue.
“Mfghfm?” Suzie the seat asks.
“Yes Suzie, Check’s lover is visiting. Maybe we should give the two some privacy?” You’re so disappointed in yourself for saying this, but you want to speak with November. “So I can talk to this fine client who is currently using your face as a pillow. I hope she’s aware that your services aren’t free.”
“Hmfghagfha gha.” Suzie waves you away, clearly okay with being stiffed.
“It is fine, Mr. Rumpelstiltskin. I am actually here for a job.”
You make a point of looking her over. Silk wraps holding her breasts together in two strips, heavy gold bangles around her wrists and ankles, gold sun earrings…
“You don’t look like you need money.”
“But I do.” She leans forwards, her butt pushing Suzie’s head deeper into the couch. “I have plenty of money. I even have a mother who would spoil me with riches if I asked. What I don’t have is a ship and employees…for you see, I intend to start a trade caravan. And I intend to earn it.”
It’s a decent plan. If a bit prideful. There’s a good chance of danger, and although you respect November for trying to make her own way, you think it’d be easier to buy her a ship and crew.
<Can’t I just invest in you? We can streamline the whole process and you can set up a trade route with Reeds and the UCCES—>
<Father Quinn, no.> Uh-oh, dropping the nobility and picking up the family titles. She’s serious. <You’ve already begun planning for me. I must do this on my own. My employees would not respect me otherwise.>
You stare eat each other in a silence that’s only interrupted by the toe-curling ‘ghurk ghruk ghruk’s of Typeface deepthroating Check.
“Fine. Do you think anyone would be willing to pay for her time, Check?”
Check, bless her, is barely even on the planet. Her faded eyes focus on November for a moment and she struggles to answer.
“Sh-she’s go-going to do great. B-b-buuh, b-better if she keeps those fanciiiiiiii—f-fancy clothes on.” She’s bucking in her chair at this point. Typeface’s head game is exemplary.
“Wonderful.” You clap your wings together. “Now let’s—”
<Lady Quinn.> Sunday’s telepathy homes in on you. <Missy is coming to get you. Something about meeting the Council.>
Awww man…you really wanted to see November get ravished. Heck, you would’ve loved to join in. You have yet to sex any of your spawn in another body, and today would have been a good day to smear your harpy cum all over November’s face.
“Never mind…I’ve got a meeting. Suzie, can you help our new entertainer get situated?” Suzie’s cock bobs up and down in a nod. Acceptable! “Thanks.”
Looks like the end of Rumpelstiltskin’s easygoing life. There’s no way you’re getting out of meeting the Pirate Lords without some concessions. Or, you know, getting executed for being a demon.
