Louis and his best friend Dog have a little fun in Oakenhollow, home of the homeless.

Louis (he/him), a wandering elf runaway, has a hard time finding women who want to dominate him. He’s lucky that his chimera best friend, Dog (it/its), has no qualms about humiliating him the way he likes when they’re bored. It’s often in public where wandering eyes and sometimes wandering hands join in. But Louis doesn’t mind, especially if a beautiful woman ever shows up for the show.

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Whores in Heaven (Part I) contains public humiliation, public use/stranger sex, feminization, internalized homophobia, furry/beastial sexual depictions including knotting, consensual non-consent play, and fictional drugs. Future parts will expand upon these themes and will only get worse :). Whores in Heaven as a series is “queer-squared,” where it does not fit neatly in any sort of gay, lesbian, or bi/pan categories because of the characters’ shifting understanding of gender. Have fun.

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“I think my mom died.”

Louis takes a long drag of the pixieroll, inhaling the pink dust into his lungs before blowing out his nose. He passes it up to Dog, who snatches it straight back into its fanged mouth, and then stares down at its bed partner, sometimes rival, often pixieroll thief, and always best friend. Louis looks a mess as usual, but his drooping elven ears tell Dog to take today seriously. It should be kinder than usual.

“She’s definitely dead.”

Louis laughs at that and slides down on his ass. He shouldn’t be here in Oakenhollow, home of the homeless, in the first place. Nightlife splits over the town like M’akun Green’s skull. It’s sickly green and blue, just dirty enough that sweating seems acceptable but not enough to dare sit directly in the dirt. Merchants continue their treks through the town despite only yellow fireflies and lit pink pixierolls illuminating the streets. No one ever seems asleep here, Dog thinks. Who would? Everyone is merely passing through. Strangers run even the traveler’s inns, passed off to someone new every few months.

Oakenhollow is cursed like that. But Dog has seen worse curses than restlessness; it suffers from it every day, anyway.

“You think there’s already been a funeral?” Louis asks, curiosity on his tongue. He talks about it as if it’s happening to a stranger, as if he’s musing on possibility but has no intention of attending. Maybe he doesn’t.

Dog shrugs its shaggy shoulders. Its fur coat feels heavier today, and its nose keeps twitching. It’ll rain soon.

“Think she left me something?” Louis asks, this time far more interested. He does like his trinkets.

“Fuck no,” Dog laughs. It passes the pixieroll back.

“Probably not… Well, actually, there was that heirloom thing.”

“Heirloom thing?”

Louis makes a rectangular gesture with his arms. “Yeah. Like a box, supposed to be passed down to the son.”

“What’s in it?”

“No idea. It’s a secret tradition thing. Only the guy with the box knows what’s in the box.”

“That’s ominous as hell.”

“Yes. Wanna fuck?”

“Sure.”

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They do it behind a broken and abandoned wooden market stall on the side of the street, not too far from the stables. The wheels are long gone, probably taken and put to use, but it still has the words “DRAGON-STEAMED” barely legible on its side. Broken, rotting wood isn’t a great barrier, anyone who gets close enough will be able to see, but Dog likes it that way. It likes being caught and it likes when people jerk off to it. Abundant perverts are probably the main reason Dog likes to come by Oakenhollow. People are a bit more daring when they know they’ll never be back.

Louis is on his knees and sniffing between a standing Dog’s legs. Dog’s fur always smells so fucking good and its come tastes like honey. He prefers the taste of the honey-come from Dog’s dick, but Louis isn’t a fucking queer, so he always goes for its clitoris instead. He peels away dark brown fur and prods its slit with two scissoring fingers until the genitals poke out. Even if Louis doesn’t go for the dick, he still has to hold it because the thing is so damn huge that it gets in the way of everything else. The red dick falls out first, already dripping as it smacks Louis’s cheek.

Dog laughs and takes a deep inhale of the pixieroll. There’s not much left. It has to be for show. Dog knows how much it turns Louis on to see Dog treating Louis like some sort of passing dalliance or like it’s bored with his antics. Louis loves to be dominated, likes it when women cut the shit and start shoving vegetables up his ass. But women are the hardest part—most he’s been with liked soft things. That’s why he’s back here with Dog, who is not a woman and not really anything, but will treat him terribly like he wants.

It’s what best friends are for.

“Hurry up, bitch,” Dog laughs, this time purposely smacking its fat dick against his cheek. “Make me come in the next five minutes or I’m going to knot you.”

He knows how this goes. Louis feels his cock straining in his trousers already but doesn’t dare touch it as he lifts Dog’s dick away. He gives kitten licks to the clit, savoring the taste of sweat and honey and ignoring the fur, until it’s wet enough to suck on.

“There you go,” Dog exhales. It pets Louis’ head in encouraging strokes before slowly rocking its hips onto his tongue.

Louis can smell the pixie dust floating around him as Dog continues to take long drags.

“Come on, you can do better than that.”

He goes back-and-forth between sucking and licking as he tries to go faster. Dog matches the pace, moaning in earnest now before a large, clawed paw suddenly grips his head and holds him still.

“Fuck, I have to do everything myself. Useless little slut.”

Dog says it so lovingly. The insults go straight to Louis’ cock. He balls his hands into fists just to not touch himself as Dog uses the flat of his tongue with recklessness. Louis goes slack until he tastes honey, swallowing back all he can until he can’t breathe, let alone swallow. Dog continues anyway. It rides out its orgasm and then moans as it throws Louis back.

He falls onto his arms and gasps for air with come dripping down his face. Louis looks up to see Dog’s foot come down on his cock.

“Ah. Hurts. Hurts—”

“Shut up.”

“Mm.”

Dog continues to press down, twisting its paw back and forth back and forth until tears are springing from Louis’ eyes. He whimpers, knowing he sounds pathetic, as he stares up at red eyes and sharp canines. It’s down here that Dog looks the most like a wolf and Louis but prey.

“Get up and turn around.”

Louis sniffs away a tear and drags himself to his feet. “Around? But I made you come—”

“Not in five minutes you didn’t. You’re getting knotted out here, and if you’re good, I’ll even let you suck off the next pervert who shows up.”

Louis’ heart feels like it’s going to give out. He can’t form a response as he looks around with nervous anticipation. There’s a treeman who has planted himself on the side of the road who watches with unblinking eyes and eerie stillness and, to his left, a dwarf sits on his ass and strokes his bumpy cock.

“I-I can’t—”

“What?” Dog laughs, loud enough for both voyeurs to hear. “You can’t? Never sucked off a dwarf or a treeman? A little slut like you? Well congratulations, it’s time to learn.”

One large brown hand spins Louis around and he winces as Dog’s claws dig ever so slightly into his tunic.

“Spread.”

He can’t breathe. Louis can’t breathe as he shimmies his trousers down and spreads his ass cheeks. Dog slides down to its knees, and Louis moans as its giant slobbering tongue invades him. It explores around the rim, shoves itself inside, and spits over his hole. Louis shivers and scrambles to hold on to the broken cart. He watches travelers not too far away glance over him and then quickly continue. Some look in disgust, others get the attention of their companion to point, and some stare with envy before continuing on. They all looked him in the eye. They know exactly what he’s doing. His cock bobs and presses against the splinters of the cart.

“You’re so tight today, Louis,” Dog tuts. “I’ll hurt you if I go in.”

Louis shivers.

He knows how this goes.

Dog stands up and whistles.

“No. No, Dog, wait—”

“Shut up.”

Louis moans as he’s dragged down to the dirt, ass up and out. He feels the bumpy cock of the dwarf slide between his ass cheeks, and too-hot hands grip his waist with dwarven strength. The stranger wastes no time biting his back through the tunic, and Louis whimpers as his dick starts to slide in. The dwarf says nothing, just gives little humphs of exertion as he rocks into him, inch-by-inch.

“You’re so pretty like this, Louis,” Dog sighs. It squats down in front of him and slides its sticky red dick across his lips.

“I don’t know who’s f-fucking me,” Louis gasps. The dwarf is thrusting harder now, dick fully inside his ass and spreading it open with every push and pull. The sensation of the bumps shocks Louis. It feels like a cucumber but better—much better.

“That’s right. A stranger is fucking you. They saw your whore ass out here and couldn’t wait to break you in for me.”

“Nn. Nn. Dog, Dog.”

Dog shoves its cock in his mouth, and Louis moans as he’s stuffed from both sides. The angle is weird, so Dog’s dick can’t go too far, but that’s not the point of this. Dog grips Louis’ hair and forces him to look up while it happens—and that’s what makes Louis come into the dirt. The dwarf suddenly pops out, each popping ridge of his cock dragging through his ass and making Louis choke, but Louis stays where he is. Dog uses its other paw to lift his tunic and expose his bare back. Hot streaks spill onto him and he whimpers from each rope.

A stranger used him. A stranger used him from beginning to end and he barely even saw his face.

“Good girl,” says Dog, pleased.

Louis doesn’t know why Dog calling him pretty and a girl turns him on so much. It’s probably the humiliation of it all. He feels cheap—used for free out in the open, a skipped over meal even for jealous perverts. He’s worthless.

Dog only needs one brawny arm to drag Louis back up onto his wobbling feet.

“I can’t do more.”

Dog’s fangs show a razor-sharp grin. “You will.”

“I can’t stand. I can’t—”

Dog shoves him over the cart. It creaks under the sudden weight and for a moment Louis feels genuine fear—like the cart will collapse and he’ll impale himself with his dick out. He’ll die worse than M’akun Green because at least M’akun Green had their fucking clothes on. Louis scrambles but can’t move under the single paw on his back. He’s weaker than even one of Dog’s limbs. He’s weak. He’s a pathetic, weak man, and that’s why his mother hates him and doesn’t want to give him the family heirloom. She, probably literally, would rather die.

The first push into his already-raw ass is deliciously painful. Dog’s cock is boiling hot as usual, and its tip is smoother than any vegetable and deceptively thin at the tip. It only goes in an inch before becoming the thick log that it is. It punches out all air, and Louis struggles to hold on to the cart. He knows he’s drooling as the stretch continues, never-ending like a necromancer’s curse.

“Please, by the God of Mercy, say it’s in,” Louis moans.

Dog laughs and Louis suddenly feels a prick of pure fire burning into his neck. He yells in pain and surprise.

“Hold my pixieroll for me, would you? Make yourself useful.”

Precum drips out of his leaking head. He’s not just a hole but a disposal now. Dog always finds new ways to belittle him.

“You think I’m joking? Hands out, elf slut.”

Shaky palms open up over the cart. The pixieroll—burned down to a pebble—is discarded into them. Its red edge is dying out but is still warm.

“Keep them open,” Dog barks. Two paws wrap around his neck only a second before it’s thrusting with full force into him. Louis cries, or moans, or yells, or pleads. He’s loud either way. The latest passerby has a pixieroll between her lips, and Louis immediately wants to disappear when he meets her gaze. She’s damn gorgeous—dark brown skin like him but with paler patches spread throughout. He thinks it’d be rude to compare her to a cow, but it’s the only thing that comes to mind. Her ears are pointed like an elf, but she’s too short. Half-elf? His head swims and the burned-down pixieroll continues to roll between his palms as he’s fucked mercilessly by a groaning Dog.

“She’s cute, huh?” Dog says, voice lowered to a growl in his ear as Louis continues to stare back at the mystery beauty. “Too bad she’d never touch you after seeing you like this. Who would want a common whore like you? Maybe if she’s nice, you can lick her feet and eat her out. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, girl?”

He doesn’t even have time to announce that he’s coming—he doesn’t even know it himself until it’s happening. His body goes tight like a rope and then snaps as it unravels. He comes so hard against the wooden cart that it fucking hurts. His legs shake and Dog laughs loudly as it fucks him through it, only going harder as he tightens. Dog twitches in his ass and Louis sobs as he shakes his head.

“Please no knot. Please—“

“Why? Cause a woman out of your league will see you get knotted?”

His cock twitches. His ass clenches. Dog drags a tongue across his neck.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl for our guests today… I will knot you for her.”

It picks up the pace, and it’s too much. It’s been too much for a while now. The half-elf woman takes a step closer, and Louis furiously shakes his head.

“Dog. Ah, Dog, she’s watching, she’s walking over here.”

“I know, baby, I know,” it says sympathetically.

And she keeps walking. She’s not subtle about it as she drops her bag and uses it as a stool to hop on the cart. Louis gasps as he looks directly at her getting comfortable by spreading her thighs. She’s even prettier up close. Louis didn’t even know pretty people could be perverts. She covers her clothes with a night robe, but her shoes are obviously expensive, black leather jeweled with gold. A gorgeous half-elf noble is watching him get fucked by a chimera. He will burn this memory into his mind and get off on it for years.

She looks down at him bored, brown eyes blinking slow and Louis wishes she’d open up the robe and move her underwear to the side so he really could live out the fantasy of eating her out. She looks like she’d taste delicious. He can almost smell her past the old wood—something citrus. He loves citrus. He wants to taste citrus. He wants the woman to spit on him while he does it.

“Enjoy the front-row seat,” Dog says to her. It gets off Louis’ neck to pull his hair back one last time.

“Mouth open.”

Louis obeys. Drool drips out of his open mouth along with the moans. She cocks her head to the side, and Dog groans. Louis whines as the knot balloons slowly but surely inside him. It’s torn his ass a few times, but the dwarf really opened him up.

It also helps that he’s the most turned on he’s ever been in his life.

“Good girl, Louis,” Dog sighs. It pets his head as the knot finishes surging. “Did looking like a pathetic excuse for a man in front of a woman so sexy do it for you?”

“Nn, yes,” he says, mouth still open. He’s slurring his words, drunk on dick. He’s never felt more humiliated in his life.

“Now say thank you.”

“T-thank you, ma’am…”

The woman is still poker-faced as she watches Louis try to work his jaw shut and breathe through the knot in his ass. She slips a letter out from underneath her robe and holds it between two elegant fingers. Louis recognizes the stamp—a black raven crest with a sword as its head.

“Lord Louis Zimpala,” she starts. She sounds like a nightjay. She sings her words for late night lovers. “I come bearing unfortunate news. You are needed at the Zimpala estate.”