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An original short story written by [MtG-Ti Hoss] and based on the art of Chunie.
Ugh, it was him again...
You worked as a valet at a relatively swanky hotel in the city. It wasn’t the fanciest place in the world or anything, but it was posh enough that it attracted guests of all kinds. You were treated pretty damn well by your boss, all things considered, and even got to meet more than a handful of truly interesting people.
Then there were the jerks and the assholes. The people that saw you as less than human…
Well, less than sapient, given the anthro clientele. Not like it mattered when they all ate with the same silver spoons.
Your favourite customer was one of those spoiled-rich brats that thought he owned the place just because his father did. He was driving his latest super-toy with doors that opened “this way” instead of “that way,” as he kept telling you, trying to impress you for whatever reason...
As far as you were concerned, he didn’t deserve a car like that.
Not because he hadn’t worked for it or earned it — because he definitely didn’t — but because he didn’t know how to handle it or treat it like the potential death machine it was.
With the way he drove — dangerously, as if he couldn’t even control the thing half the time — it was only a matter of time until that half-a-million-dollar rocket-on-wheels turned into a half-a-million-dollar coffin resembling a crumpled up ball of tin foil.
What couldn’t you do with that kind of money… you thought as the doors flipped up and he started to climb out…
Without any pants on, his hard cock bobbing to and fro.
Oh, and to top it all off, he was a shameless flirt (read: sexual harasser) that seemed to have a soft spot for you, demanding that you be the only person to lay his hands on his toys...
All because you were—
"What do you think? Like the car, humie?"
Human…
“Just picked it up from the lot. They didn’t have a gold one in stock, so I had to settle for this piece of junk.”
...A piece of junk you couldn’t afford even if you worked for a thousand years, and your job paid decently. Plus tips...
"Why don’t you take the day off and take a ride with me? Just ditch this dump and live a little~?"
He knew better. Didn’t matter if his dad really was paying you extra to be his babysitter and keep him out of trouble — or at least, making a scene on hotel grounds where the other guests could see him — leaving in the middle of your shift would definitely get you fired, and you needed this job.
“Pffft, so what? If Dad actually has the balls to fire you, I'll just hire you myself. I’ll pay even better than he does, too."
As if he had the authority to do any of that. Besides, you definitely wouldn’t get this job back, and there went your little perks.
“Come on, I’ll make it worth your while,” he says as his silky tail gently slides up your chest to tickle just under your chin. “Have I lied to you yet~? I’ve got a very special opening in a position on top of me. Lots of room for advancement, and I could see you getting a promotion from boyfriend to husband in under a year.
“If you fuck me in this piece of shit before I return it, cum stains and all, I’ll buy you one of your own. You know, a Mister for you, and a Missus for me~”
Well now! You definitely weren’t expecting THAT!
“Don’t look so surprised, humie. Heh, I mean Anon~ You know exactly why I’m always hard and throbbing when I pull in here. I couldn’t wear pants even if I wanted to! I’d rip right through ‘em knowing I was coming home to you.
“Call me a brat all you want — and don’t deny it, I know that’s what you think — but brats get what they want. One way or another. Go on, try and tell me you haven’t wanted to bend me over and spank my ass red after all the shit I’ve put you through.
“Just grab me by the hair and bend me over one of these cars somewhere nice and private, like the lower parking levels, so you could go feral on my ass. Pound my g-spot to take out all your frustration so I have to dig my claws into the paint and ruin the finish, then flip me onto my back so you can look me in the eyes when you make me shoot ropes all over my belly and whatever designer top I’m flexing that day.
“If you want, I’ll even pick out something beefy so I can sit on your lap while you’re driving and let you pick a street with lots and lots of speed bumps.”
That was… Christ, that was one of the hottest things you’d heard in a while, and you didn’t even really feel that way about him! Well, you’d thought about punishing him, sure, but you’d never really considered all that other stuff...
“C’mon! Fuck, dude, I’m beading right now~! If Dad wants me to settle down and take things more seriously, who better than with his number one employee~? Besides, I don’t think he’ll mind as much if I’m blowing my allowance or maxing out his cards on you instead of me~
“Just think about it, dude. I take care of you, and you fuck me till I’m purring and mewling like a fucking kitten. Win-win for everyone, but most of all me.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve gotta take care of this absolute rager you gave me. ...All by myself, in the penthouse suite, with the door unlocked and a do-not-disturb sign on the inside handle. I could always turn on the pay-per-view and find a hunky human like you to paw off to, but that’d be a bit of a waste of money, don’t you think~?”