It was a cold Friday night in autumn, you forgot the day but it was the first week of October. Right now all your attention was drawn to a single person. You passed him by in an alley where he smoked a cigarette bright enough to illuminate his face. You could smell the fact that it wasn't tobacco. The night air was damp but his visage made the oxygen a drought. Which is why you found yourself in this disgusting and horrifying place. Watching him from a lone seat near the door.
He stepped lightly down the walkway, the smoke from the many lit cigarettes creating a sort ethereal fog around him. The crowed was in awe. Even members who had seen him before were still enthralled. Maybe even those who lay with him. He was truly a sight to see. His body was athletic and well fed, his work gave him just as much, but it also curved and swayed with the femininity of a great dancer. His dark, charcoal fur, was just close to black enough to see his fully black tribal tattoos plastered on his skin. His tail, hands, and bare feet were much darker of black. But the two things that drew in the night of his body was his bright pinkish red hair and bright yellow eyes. Besides his features were his clothes; gold hoop earrings, dark red pants, fishnet gloves that were finger-less and reaching up his arms with many holes and tears.
You were not drawn by the show or the ideals of sleeping with the attraction. You have never thought that way before. At least not to the point to bring yourself to a place of sweat and desperation. What had really brought you was his large collar that didn't touch his neck and reached out to the edge of his shoulders, for good reason. The front and back had plates with his stage name on the front carved in black reading 'Scarlet', the back having the word 'Slut'. But the part that had caught your attention, what shined in the gleam of his cigarette, was a bell attached to the end. It shined brighter then anything else he wore, the studs and earrings could not compare. Not even the silver stud on his open tongue.
You were drawn by this bell because you were the one who gave it to him, four years ago at Croncite Orphanage. His name is not Scarlet, it's Ferion, Ferion Vermilion. You and he had grown up in the same orphanage till you both turned eighteen. You went on to be a musician; you could play the: cello, piano, a little bit of the flute, but you specialized in the violin. You were sometimes called to auditoriums to play in orchestras for your skill. Even being invited to Venice to watch a concert, a place you only dreamed of going and now wish to live in. You also taught children to play instruments in personal lessons. You were also offered a job as a music teacher, but turned it down due to the amount of time it would have taken from you. And when extra money was needed, you'd take a part-time job.
Tonight was the night of a concert in the city's main hall. But it ended too late for you to catch a bus back, which lead to you walking back to your home. Thankfully the new furry police kept the streets incredibly safe; morning, noon, and night. So you felt safe to carry your violin back with you. That's when you saw him and that's why you're here. Among the smoke, the drunkenness, the screams of pain and ecstasy, and many of the things you ignored. The only attention you gave was to the dim stage that began to glow from dark blue spotlights.
What you were waiting for was one sign that it was definitely him. And as he walked down the runway a third sign came to your ears. 'Oh my darling I love you...and the kid who just stands tonight...' The opening words of the ending theme of a favorite show you both watched, 'Sorcerer Hunters'. It echoed into the chorus and his show began. He divided his steps into the song. Wording out the song as his body snapped and thrust into many positions with the sounds. Even tying in the runway pole with his motions. He must have practiced for a long time, on a dancing point of view he was flawless. And you knew this well from the many shows you were invited to.
And as you watched, what you had been waiting to see came into play with the dance. His baggy jeans tightened as the collar inched over his shoulders. His body thickened as it climbed up the pole's length. Bringing more awe to the crowed, some writhing in painful enjoyment as their pants grew tighter then there could stand and their mouths drooling seventy percent alcohol. But you only watched on, clutching at your shirt and holding back your emotions.
As the song came to it's close you saw him twist around the pole, his height about a third up it's twenty-five foot length. That's when you saw in full what you'd come to see, what proved it was him. And the same reason police laws could be easier enforced. Ferion suddenly shot up in size with a heaving breath. His earrings were now only the size of regular rings to him. His collar fit to his neck. And his baggy pants were ripped to tatters that fell to the floor leaving only a new pair of ripped shorts holding back a bulge that could have easily torn through them given the strength. It disgusted you even more, but it was the final shred of proof that he was Ferion.
Because one thing that made it certain, his contacts fell off when he grew revealing their original blue color that you knew very well. Then he took a pose around the pole and asked in a booming voice, "Alright My Little Chiketties. Who's Brave Enough To Ride The Big Kitty Tonight? I Bite, A Lot..." His voice was a giant tease, with all the sarcasm of an old actress hardened by the stage.
Before the crowed of nervous and drunken people could make up their minds, you had already rose from your seat with your hand in the air, "I will."
Everyone looked back to you and Ferion spoke again, "Ooouuhhh, A New Toy For Scarlet. I Like New Toys...Meet Me In Room 302 In Back...Don't Keep Me Waiting..." he exited through the large curtains as his tail flicked and fluttered. And when he left you picked up your carrying case and leaving as well. You'd gotten the perfect chance to meet him despite the circumstances...
...
It was sad that even with the new laws that were possible to be enforced, prostitution was not against them. Unless it was not what they called 'licensed'. The qualifications of which made as much sense as encroaching death being the same as living a normal life with an incurable disease. It was alright because there was nothing to be done about it. And with the inclusion of human and anthro size-changers like him, the palette of possibilities were only growing.
Those were your thoughts as you found yourself at the door of room 302 of the apartment complex behind the club you left, and never wanted to return. You knocked on the door and a habitual, "come in," called to you. A song was playing inside, you didn't recognize it. 'I'm not a princess (a lot of anger in it)'. He was wording out the song as well while snorting a new so-called 'safe drug', the law was not without it's limits. Especially when said law does not enforce to not do wrong on some accounts. He turned back smiling with slanted eyes, "a little something to keep the fun going. Speaking of which, since you're new and a cute newby at that, you get a discount."
"..."
"And unlike most of the lazy bitches here, I can go all night. Now tell me, what do you want to do tonight? I do a lot of fetishes; and you look more like the foot type. I like that type most, an old friend used to give me rubs all the time and it felt so fucking good. But I don't do extreme role playing shit, I hated Lord of The Rings," he was mentioning many things you already knew. Which made you clutch your violin case, then you shook off and closed the door. He had made his way into his bed against the poster covered wall.
You grabbed the chair in front of the desk he sat in before, "may I sit here?"
"Ouh, a gentlemen...I don't get a lot of those. Do whatever the fuck you want as long as you can pay for it," he kept up a sarcastic front. Behind it you could see what little care he actually had, what little was there was amplified by the powdered happiness. You sat in front of the bed. "So what will it be, shy little guy?"
You gathered the courage as you looked down to your hands, "...Ferion..."
"...and you know my name too, now it'll cost you a third of the usual...hell we can have all weekend if you want now..." he was now lying on his chest with his legs in the air. His head stood on one arm, and his eyes still narrow with little more care then before along with his black ears.
He was just older in features. His hair was neon red instead of black, he never had tattoos, and he wore gold contacts. You could even tell his species which no one could, being that his real parents were both a cat and dog anthro. Making him end up with cats eyes and mostly tail except the silky end, and dog like muzzle. After looking him over you picked up your violin case and opened it.
His face became perplexed as you spoke, "...four years, and you still look the same...we'd both were running late to the train...you were later then me and I was stepping on as it was about to go. That's when you came running, growing too so you could move faster...and you gave me this..." you showed him the violin. You're name in gold letters inside the frame. "Just like the inside of your bell that I gave you before the train left station..." Then you played a song, a song only for him. That you knew he could not forget with as many times as you played it. And tears welled in his eyes.
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