It's not all fun and games

Prologue: We're all whores nowadays

A lone man just stared out over the worlds' largest city, stood at the edge of a balcony that could hold him and 8 others. Many people before he reached his position aspired to be just like him... But there was a full moon this night. He always summed himself up to the night air on these nights after the wolves finished their regular howling...

He said only one sentance, "I'm such a whore..." He said to the moon.

A woman behind him cleared her thoat. She had a noticable bulge on her person. which made him amend his statement, "I'm a royal whore with kids..."

There was a bout of laughter from the room behind him... Eight different women, all of them with the same kind of bulge, only days apart from each other in the times since the cause happened. One of the other women looked towards him and said, "Alright wolfie... we know you're our whore. You married us after all!" She giggled, her feline tail swaying from side to side.

"Oh come on Taisha!" He said increduously. She was taken aback so he continued, "You said it wrong! I'm your whore 'cause I've fucked you all and knocked you all up!"

The room erupted with barely contained laughter again. When it died down another spoke up, "Speaking of fucking..." She left it hanging, as her half-spider body was in the middle of the bed that WAS most of the room.

"Karem, much as I appreciate you reminding me, honey. You don't think I'd forget the rotation I thought up would you?" He asked as he shed the last of his garments and joined his eight wives on the bed.

"Of course not! but with all the crap the populace are putting us through..." Karem started, but was cut off by the male, "I've told you all once, and I'll say it again. Being emperor, and you my empresses, I knew from the start has one phrase attachted to it."

"Why don't we all say it together Dalreda?" Taisha suggested. The Emperor nodded and he, and his eight naked wives chorused, "It's not all Fun and games."

Words for the night over he turned to Karem and mounted her without even making a single motion of warning, knowing the other seven would watch each and every thrust with the knowledge that if they waited for their own night they too would feel the same pleasure that was making the Arakin squeal in pleasure. Thair hands moving furiously to bring their own loins to the same heights of pleasure Karem was feeling, in vain. But an attempt nontheless.

Far removed from the oplent scene in the Emperor's bedchamber a feline being sat waiting for her next customer. The dingy brothel in which she was bore the name 'Demonicly Divine Dive' and it's only patrons were too interested in the four humans with a far superior bust to her.

She caught the attention of her boss during a time when only those in the brothel could be caught by her sensesand got him top allow her a few minutes off from work to freshen up again. She headed into the women's lavotries and sighed at the face that only held coworkers and people with money to burn and cum to waste, "I'm such a fucking whore..." She told her reflection disdainfully, before actually freshening up before returning to her seat. A sniff at the air told her that someone was at the door moments before a golden-scaled draconian walked in.

She could hear his footsteps clearly as he walked up to the main desk, his eyes scanning the veritable field of woman who's eyes were locked on him for a worthy female. Her mind knew that when he saw her she wasn't worthy, but like her coworkers her eyes were locked on his body. Gleaming golden scales, and a body that showed he had strength enough to lift an adult arakin with just a single hand.

His legs came into view when he reached the desk and she almost swooned at the sight, even the draconian's natural modesty scales could not conceal the bulk oh the man's package and his tail weaved behind him as nimble as her own tail. His wings, even folded, proved to be the largest ever but the curiosity was that he had six. Then the voice came out, silky as silk on her ears. A voice to her side distracted him from the details given, "Don't getcher hopes up Trula. Ya know there's o'ly like two 'ere who's worthy of seraphic meat!"

Trula sighed and shook her head, "You're no prize yourself Trea," She said to the elf who'd adressed her, "You're like the only elf here who's contract means ya don't blow the men."

Trea shrugged then got Trula's attention back to the draconian. Now the words between her boss and the patron were the only noise heard.

"So.. What kinda woman are you after? We got all races here!" Her boss, a portly human with a large moustache and a fitting hairstyle for his job.

"I noticed. I want a Nequstrian," He answered, his voice implying he would not accept any other beings.

"We only got two here and, frankly, sir, neither are worthy for a man such as yo-" he was cut off by the draconian grabbing his collar and pulling him out of his chair.

"I. Want. A. Nequstrian," He repeated, "I don't want a human, their skin lacks the texture I require," The humans audibly shrunk back into their chairs in disappointment, "Elves' ears are a turn off for me," The elves followed suit, and Trula heard Trea mutter, "You may have your chance if the bigger pussy doesn't snatch him first." The man continued his long-winded iteration of his racial request by saying, "Mermaids' songs may stir the loins of sailors but their bodies don't for me," The shifting of the mermaids back into their watery reclining sounded, "Arakin spin a web of failure in front of me as none have been able to please me," The skittering of arakin legs broke the breif silence, "Draconians never learn to control their scales right," A rumble broke the air as the draconian women turned away, "And the celestial, both demons and angels, have the same problem as the mermaids."

"Alright sir I get it!" Trula's boss finally said and was dumped unceremoniously back on his seat, "Trula! Taelash! Get here now!" The two Nequstirans purred at being called and both made their way to the main desk, "Yes boss?" Taelash asked.

Before the human could answer the draconian lookeda t the two then said, while gesturing to Trula, "She'll do."

Taelash decided to play her ace here, "Oh but sir, a man of your girth would literally tear her apart! My body would be more accommodating of it," She would say more but was silenced by the Draconian raising his hand and asking of her name. "Taelash, sir."

He just chuckled, "Sit back down Taelash. I've decided on Trula, and your arrogance has done nothing to change that."

The boss just nodded, "Very well, Trula. Make sure his high payment is worth it,"

"I know how to do my job, boss, " Trula replied before gesturing towards one of the corridoors, "This way please sir~" She supplied leading the Seraphic draconian to her room, once the two were inside the door was closed and she caught him already reading her contract.

"Just the lower holes? I have no qualms with that." he muttered before turning to her and saying something she never expecting, "I'll put it bluntly. Satisfy me and I'll get you out of this shithole and  ake sure you life is better than this."

"No offense sir... but since Emperor Dalreadcalm reached the throne no-one could make my life better." Trula admitted truthfully.

"I plan to usurp him, and you get to help if you satisfy me," he whispered, his modesty scales receding.

"Gladly. I must admit sir, due to an elf I missed you name." Trula said as he led her to the bed.

"Dag'tresh," he said bluntly moving her onto her back, "Well?"

"I'm ready when you are, Dag'tresh~" she said then gasped at what she felt. He felt bigger than he looked but she felt no hurt as she let the draconian user her body as he wished.