Unfortunately I probably won't be working on this much, but I have recently fixed up a few chapters and want to put them on here so people at least know what this story is about.


"No!" the young girl shrieked, clawing into large arms and shaking her head back and forth as she was forcefully carried toward a large bed. "Wait, just wait! I have plenty of money—!"

Eric Aphlan, Casanova extraordinaire, grinned, bringing her closer against her chest. "Don't you worry sweetheart I'll make sure you get your money's worth," he promised, tossing her onto the gold comforter and crawling on top of her so he could bathe in those brown eyes, widening now under the presence of six-foot-four frame. This one wanted to be tied up. Just the way she was squirming between his arms, he could sense her need to be restricted. A pity there wasn't any equipment of that sort in the Virgin Room. She sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself so her breasts pushed up in her pretty polka-dot blouse. His body would have to do.

"I mean it! Please!"

"Calm it, princess," he spoke derisively, taking the lobe of her ear between his teeth. "No reason to pretend with me. As if you can wait any longer to have this inside you." At that he gazed down at her and arched his back so his huge erection scraped against the inside of her thigh.

The human girl's body jerked, startled. "Stop!" she cried out. Eric smirked, thoroughly enjoying these false objections. Her intense denial of her true desires was pathetic. Recognizing she probably needed it taken to the next level if she was ever going to shut up, he pulled a hand vainly back through his dark, gelled hair, and then jammed that hand under the bar of her crossed arms. His thick, strong fingers, pushing past her resistances easily, grabbed the front of her shirt and tugged at the buttons until the blouse opened to her bra. She wanted fierceness. Shrieks broke on his ears as he roughly grabbed her tits, yanking the bra cups down so her nipples popped out. She wanted someone strong enough to have his way with her. Nails scraped down his bare arms. Otherwise she never would have come here, never would have asked for him. The girl's hands fumbled desperately at her belt and jeans button as he removed the obstacles before him, and when he finally dipped a hand against her pussy, god, was she wet. All the way through her underwear. He piled her pants down around her knees, pushed her pink underwear aside, and shoved a finger up her, never letting her escape his dark, domineering gaze. He was pure muscle for a reason.

"No! No!" she rebelled, now beating her tiny little fists against his chest and shoulders. She was kicking out with her legs too, but they were tangled up in her dropped pants. The gyuren grabbed her wrists and brought them above her head.

"You're gonna love how hard I fuck you," he informed her, eyes glinting promisingly. Her pupils pooled out larger, face going pale.

"N-no! Please, please no! Pl—!"

She was tight, but he pushed another finger in successfully after a bit of stretching. Shrill screams filled the room as the human lashed out even harder with those baby-girl fists. Virgins were obviously too nervous about being honest. The corner of Eric's mouth jerked up. Good thing he was here to take care of her.

After he had her whining hopelessly, he drew his fingers out, and flashing his teeth, spoke,

"You're so hungry for me, baby, yeah? Nice and wet?" The gyuren unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung out, long and pulsing and ready. Eleven inches of pure virility.

"Oh my GOD!" the girl cried, her eyes filling with tears. "Oh my god, NO!" She squirmed some more, but he had her trapped her beneath his chest.

"Yes you mean?" The young man tilted his head to the side in amused affection and trailed a finger down her pussy. "Mmm, I'm gonna make this good."

He was just lining up his dick when the door banged open, and instead of pushing into her like he had planned, he turned around just in time to see David, his eyes fierce, march through the screen-door entrance into the bedroom suite. Eric's brows rose.

"Excuse me, but I—"

David grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him back. Taken off-guard, he stumbled against the wall. After regaining his bearings, he opened his mouth to tell the stocky rhioth off, but just then Mrs. H ran in, frantic. She looked to Eric as she passed, her eyes turning so cold that the gyuren quickly zipped up his pants and snapped his mouth shut. The woman then ran to the girl on the bed, her hair falling out of its array of organized curls. David came back toward the younger man, gripping his shoulder hard as if to force him to stay against the wall. Eric would have knocked that accusatory look right off his square face if Mrs. H hadn't been right there, speaking in soothing tones to the still-crying girl, pulling a blanket up off the bed and wrapping it around her trembling shoulders. The gyuren rolled his brown eyes.

"Are you serious?" he asked, mostly directing his question toward David, who was right beside him, the rhioth looking more like he wanted to be holding the other man in a head-lock, not against the wall. "She was just acting. Get the fuck out so I can—"

"N-no!" the girl shouted through her tears, clutching at Mrs. H's skirt. "Don't leave me with him, please!"

The young man gritted his teeth. "Seriously, bitch? You tryin'a get me in trouble? Fuckin' hormonal cunt."

The girl burst into tears, and Mrs. H turned around, eyes lit fiercely even as she brought the weeping human against her chest.

"Eric," She took in a steep breath. "Keep your mouth shut. We'll discuss your apparent comfort with rape later."

Eric's shoulders shook with disbelieving laughter. The muscles in David's neck tensed, and his hand looked like it was itching to be around the gyuren's throat.

"Really? Really, rape? This is a whore-house. People come here ta get fucked."

"There are certain occasions when that is not the case," Mrs. H hissed. She turned to David.

"David, fetch a couple maids. I think I'll stay with Ms. Amanda for now."

David nodded with understanding. "Yes, ma'am," he conceded in his deep voice. Just before the stocky man had left through the screen, Mrs. H called out,

"She will be fully reimbursed, and offered a full month of free visits—should she wish to come back." Mrs. H eyed Eric murderously at this. "She will, of course, never again come in contact with Eric in any way."

David nodded again, and stepped out stonily. The gyuren was shaking his head back and forth, smiling with clenched teeth. He folded his arms. Everyone in this room except him was making such a big deal over nothing. This was ridiculous. He'd never had a virgin before in his life, and now, because of this misunderstanding, Mrs. H wouldn't probably let him at another one for a while. How unfair.

After a drawn-out moment between Mrs. H and the blubbering little girl, two maids scurried in, looking like they'd run all the way. They wore cliché slutty maid uniforms—tight black corsets accentuated with white lace, and short skirts fluffed up so, when they bent over, slips of their white thongs were bared. Eric eyed them appreciatively—a nice distraction from the unnecessary chaos—watching their ample breasts heave in their low-cut dresses.

"Take her please," Mrs. H instructed. "Get her a bath, some tea, and a new set of clothing."

The maids nodded, ashen as they turned to look over at Eric, who winked in response. One of them—Yanna or Yani or something, looked immediately away, focusing instead on the overly-dramatic girl, the two ladies wrapping her up tighter in the blanket and whisking her away, one on either side of her. The maid closest to the gyuren eyed him warningly as she grasped the shoulder of the girl, urging her forward. He winked one more time at the slim fairy, Yannet, Yanine, whatever, as they slipped out.

Soon, it was only him and Mrs. H and in the room.

"Well," the young man spoke, pushing off the wall, "I guess you'll have to chew me out later. Got another appointment." He was about to step into the other room and exit, when Mrs. H stopped his dead in his tracks with an icy "Eric."

He turned his head back over his shoulder, brows lifting. "Yes?"

"Come here, now."

Chocolate eyes rolled as he swiveled back around, walking back up to the middle-aged woman. She was short—well, short for him, just like everyone was—and attractive for her age, her red hair coming down in loose curls that were only slightly dulled by age. She was apparently a hard boss from what he'd heard, but that didn't faze him at all. He could hardly keep from laughing at her most of the time regardless. Like right now.

"Say whatever you need to, but keep it short and sweet. Gotta get going." That was a lie, of course. He'd been booked for a couple hours for the cute little blonde, and Mrs. H knew it. He just didn't really care.

"Eric," Mrs. H spoke, an underlying furiousness in her voice, "you will not be meeting anyone else today."

The gyuren lifted his brows. "Really, Mrs. H? Why you getting' so excited over nothing—"

"Nothing?!"

Eric froze. Mrs. H exhaled heavily, her face flushing with rage, her shoulders raised. Pissed as fuck. What was wrong with people? His old bosses had never gotten into fits like this. Then again, they hadn't been women.

"Sit down," she huffed. Obediently, he took a seat on the bed, expression purposely disinterested. Her hands clenched into fists as she took in his distracted demeanor. "You…" she seethed, "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

The young man observed his fingernails, not even bothering to look up to answer her question. "This is stupid."

A hand suddenly gripped his chin, and his face was jerked up. He grimaced irately, rearing his head back so Mrs. H was no longer handling him.

"What?" he demanded.

"Don't ask me what," Mrs. H snapped. "It's not like this is your first mistake. Clearly I've made a mistake though, always letting you off easy just because you bring in business. Barely even hired and you're already costing me more than you're worth."

"Yeah right—"

Mrs. H fumed, slamming her hand up against a bedpost.

"Are you moronic? You fully intended to rape your client today. And without a condom, even! You would have if Yani hadn't heard the girl's screams and come to me right away. Did you not even stop to think?"

"That's exaggerating," Eric replied. "Like I said, she—"

"That is no exaggeration, Eric!" Mrs. H yelled. He blinked slowly, waiting for this to just be over with. "We could be sued! And aside from that, did you even give any thought at all to the girl? What if you had hurt her? Do you have any idea how much a hospital bill costs?!"

"I wouldn't of hurt her," he muttered angrily. "She was just fine—"

"I trusted you with a virgin, Eric. Why I did I don't know, but I trusted you! And this is what you do in return! Virgins are not the same as the older women you get on a regular basis! They are fragile! You could have killed her! We could have been shut down! Does that mean anything to you?"

"If you're so mad, fire me," the young man spat venomously. "I'll find someone else to hire me that won't be such a pussy about every little thing." His lips twisted into a snarl. "I knew I shouldn't'o let myself work for a woman."

Mrs. H snapped. Her hazel eyes sparked, and she stepped closer to the gyuren, grabbing him by the collar.

"I can't believe I ever let myself hire a corner bitch off the street," she hissed. "Pretty or not, you're still trash. Be more grateful."

That was it. The gyuren stood up to his full height, giving her a reality check as he grabbed her by the hair.

"I ain't no corner bitch," he growled. "I'ma man, and I ain't gonna to let some PMSing witch insult me."

And, grabbing her arm, he threw her back against the wall, ignoring the cry of pain as Mrs. H's head cracked against the wall.

"I'm leavin'," Eric snarled, turning around and readjusting his collar, not deigning to look back. "You ain't gonna to fire me, because I'm gonna quit."

Mrs. H groaned. He stepped forward to move through the open screen.

"Not after signing that contract, you aren't," She spoke. He swung around, eyes flaring and reply already prepared, only to be halted by the sight of her hand raised and lit with magic. The man stumbled backward.

"Don't," he spoke darkly. "You don't dare—"

The spell flashed and released, pounding right through him like a bolt of lightning. He dropped to the ground from the impact, shouting.

Eric's fingers clenched in the carpet as the spell rode him, painfully sparking through his body. What kind of magic was this? Not the normal kind, for sure. Was it going to kill him? Was that possible? He moaned, voice rising in pitch embarrassingly as a particularly painful spasm shocked between his legs. What was happening?

The spell wore away after a while, leaving him thankfully alive, but still extremely angry. He threw his hands down against the carpet and lifted himself up, preparing to threaten the woman with suing or the police. He stood, turning around furiously.

His pants abruptly dropped to the floor.

Eric looked down in shock at the pile of material gathered at his ankles. Flushing, he reached down for them, when he caught sight of what hung between his naked thighs.

And screamed.

Forcing his pants up—pants that were inexplicably too long and baggy, the gyuren jerked his face up to eye the woman who now stood half a foot above him. Mrs. H gazed over at him sternly.

"What have you done?" he demanded, voice coming out at a sweet, high pitch. He blanched, slapping a hand over his mouth and accidentally letting go of his pants at the same time.

"I've done exactly what you deserve," the witch spoke coldly, expression reproachful. As Eric grabbed his pants back up with a poisonous grimace, her lips twitched slightly, before she regained composure. "Let's see how much money you'll lose me now—" Mrs. H breathed in and out as her lips twitched again. "Now that—" The witch smacked her lips together. "That you—"

And then Mrs. H broke down. Dropping her face into her hands, she fell to waves of uncontrolled giggles.

The gyruren was quivering in utter fear. Keeping his pants up with both hands, he tripped over the hems to the bathroom. When he got to the door, he slammed it closed, exposing himself to the full-length mirror on the door.

He stood there for a moment, immobile. Then, mouth gaping open and closed, he reached out to touch the glass.

The person who gazed back at him in horror was not a gyuren—not tall, not broad shouldered, not muscular, not the epitome of masculinity that was the very definition of his race.

Looking back at him was a fin.

Hemner's had a few fin employed—for those of other tastes. He looked in disbelief at the wide blue eyes staring back from the glass, and pulled his fingers through a thick shock of unruly ivory hair. A groan spilled from his mouth, and he fell to his knees as he scraped dark blue fingernails down his face, tugging down on perfect pink Cupid's bow lips which probably existed solely to look luscious encircling another man's cock. His brows crumpled upward, only serving to intensify the sickeningly vulnerable beauty of the heart shaped face in the mirror. He thudded his head against the mirror when it was too much, only to be met with the sight of his significantly shrunken dick. This useless thing would probably get to five inches standing, if he was lucky. Eric gritted his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. It was only insult after injury to lift his now-enormous shirt and dwell on the slender, delicate body that even looked like it was submitting just leaning against the mirror like this. It didn't take much for the effeminate male fin to look like it was bending over for it.

And then, as the prior gyuren wallowed in the humiliation of this situation, the cruelty of this act against himself, the ridicule of Mrs. H's laughter, which flared up every time he groaned from behind the bathroom door, something unexpected happened.

His eyes filled with tears.

Gyuren were truly the men of all men. He, personally, had girls all over him—young and old—filling up his hours to the point where he had to refuse requests sometimes, even though he'd only been working here about half a year. Everyone wanted to have sex with a gyuren. Everyone knew that.

Thus, it could be obviously seen that a gyuren would never, ever find in himself the urge to cry. Men did not cry.

And yet, despite all this, liquid was clouding his vision, and drops of saltwater were breaking from his lower lashes. The young man sniffed in an exaggerated, girly kind of way to stave off this new compulsion, but, try as he might, he just couldn't stop. Soon his bony little shoulders were trembling, and he was wiping hopelessly at his face with his too-long sleeve, soaking through the fabric with the unacceptable weakness. His voice was even coming out in tiny little cries to accommodate wonderfully this show of pathetic behavior. The only thing that kept him slightly in control was the strong anger surging through his very being. Mrs. H was not normal. She was dangerous, volatile, a monster. And besides that, she had no right to do this to him, even as a joke. He would demand an apology as soon as she turned him back, and would promptly sue for magical misconduct. Hopefully that would teach her a lesson. She was going to be losing more than a valuable employee today.

Unsuccessfully working to stem the tears pooling at the corners of his eyes and slipping down harshly flushed cheeks, he got up, holding his pants with both hands as he threw back the bathroom door. He then stomped out as strongly as he could without tripping over his slacks, glaring at Mrs. H with watery eyes. The woman gave the trembling boy one look and choked down another spasm of laughter.

"You," Eric addressed her as disrespectfully as possible, some of his thunder stolen by his new soft voice and the way he couldn't look down on her. "Change me back now. I won't be your fucking…entertainment."

Mrs. H sobered up as she eyed him, some of the flint returning to her gaze.

"Entertainment?" she bit out, her expression growing colder. "You think I did this for fun? Do you think before you do anything?"

"Obviously you didn't think about how I'm gonna drop your ass in jail," Eric growled after a bit of odd inner-struggle. "Or you wouldn't of done this."

The woman shook her head, jutting out her jaw in vehement frustration. She clamped her teeth together, seeped in a breath between them, before she allowed herself to look on the gyuren again, who tried to appear as severe as he could with tear-stained cheeks.

"Right now," he ordered, pointing down to the floor with a hard jerk of his wrist. "You change me back right now."

And then the witch did the unthinkable.

She refused him.

"No," she spoke, a confidence reigning in those words that would have crumbled under his authoritative presence if he were in my proper form. "No, I will not, Eric."

"What?!" he shrieked, thrusting his clenched fists down on either side of himself in a way that would have struck fear into those heartless hazel eyes if he hadn't looked like such a tantrum-throwing pansy. "What'd'you mean NO?!" Already spiteful tears were, once again, blurring his vision. "Turn…turn me back right now, or I'll report you!"

"No you won't," Mrs. H spoke ominously. "You'll stay right here. Because if you leave, or try to report anything, I will not change you back. Ever."

"Fine," he struck back, poison sharpening my words, as much as his words could be sharpened, anyways. "I'll just get another witch. I'm sure the police would be perfectly happy to help once I explain—"

"Do you honestly think just any witch can change you back?"

"…y-yeah," Eric attempted to respond confidently, fear choking up in his throat. "Of course someone can…" But there had been something about her magic…something he'd never seen in his life. This transformation thing…it wasn't supposed to be possible, only appeared in stupid fables.

Mrs. H's brows lowered sinisterly. Eric swallowed in abject terror.

"I am an extremely powerful witch, Eric, more powerful than I've let on. There are very few witches—almost none—who can effect such a powerful form change. And even they would be hard pressed to change you back."

He ground his teeth together, trying to believe she was lying just trying to manipulate him. "You…expect me ta believe that? If you're so powerful, why…why are you runnin' a brothel for a living?" He bit his lip.

A smirk tugged up on the witch's lips, and she closed her eyes, aggravation pressing up in lines between her eyebrows. "Do you truly believe this is all I do? Run a brothel?" she retorted, a condescending tone beginning to round off her voice. "No, this establishment is nothing in comparison to what I do for a living."

He reared back in illogical fear. What did she mean? However, his pride didn't give him time for wondering on this. He forced himself to pull out of his cringe and spoke up obstinately,

"I…still don't believe you. The d-doctor—" Huge blue eyes flashed in terror as he bit his tongue, shocked by the first stutter he had ever made. He was slowly de-evolving into a timid fin. This had to stop right now.

"This is your last chance," the gyuren offered roughly in an unintimidating fin voice. "Change me back."

Unmoved, the witch stared back at him, slowly melting his harsh expression with her silence, a denunciation in itself. He quivered at the force of her presence, something he had never noticed before. Finally, after he was practically bowing his head subserviently, brows tensed upward in a nervous position he was unaccustomed to, Mrs. H spoke,

"You have two choices. You can either do what you say you will: leave, call the police, and find out there really is no witch to return you to your true form—other than the one you foolishly left; or, you can stay here, and take the punishment I have set for you. You will still earn wages and room here as you have been. And, after I feel I can depend on you to work as yourself again without sending a girl to the ER, I'll make you a gyuren."

Eric literally stumbled back.

"No," he gasped. "No, you can't, no—no, I can't, no—" Tears were streaming down his face as he shook with fear, covering his mouth with a hand. "I w-won't—"

"Calm down," the witch cut in. "I, unlike you, am not sick and twisted, and will, therefore, not require you to service customers in such a way in this body. You wouldn't do very well, regardless."

Eric exhaled, sweet relief melting through him. The very idea of allowing men to touch him, put their mouths all over him, and inevitably take him from behind had his stomach in knots.

"However, you will have to work for your earnings," the witch stipulated. "You will simply work as a waiter in The Rift."

That had him tripping back as well.

"N-n-no!" he protested. This stuttering! "Tha's not fair!" While The Rift was technically only a restaurant, no one in New York came for the food, the classy furnishings, or the intimate atmosphere. People came because it was an opportunity to get as up close and personal with the employees of Hemner's as they could without actually making an appointment. From the waiters and waitresses, down to the cooks, all of the employees were required to wear body-accentuating uniforms, interact very closely with customers, and otherwise make themselves an open invitation for groping and casual touching. The employees, were, of course, required to tolerate this attention from any customer, desired or not.

He had spent his time working down there, and hadn't minded it in the least—as a gyuren. Letting ladies cup his junk and slide their hands between his thighs while keeping perfect composure was his thing. But he'd seen how the fin were treated there—constantly getting their asses slapped as they passed, and their small packages rubbed as they desperately tried to get down an order. Eric had even seen one of the disoriented boys lose his notepad when a man had jerked him forward and bent him over his lap to spank him a few times. It had been funny then, but thinking about that happening to him was…intolerable. "N-no," he sputtered again, feeling blood rush up into his face. "Please—" His brows tensed in confusion as the unfamiliar word slipped naturally from between his lips. "J-just don't."

"You will be a waiter, or you will leave," Mrs. H spoke with a note of finality. "And I've already been perfectly clear about what leaving will mean."

His face heated. "B-but." Stuttering again! "Mrs.—"

"I will have your uniform sent up to your room tomorrow morning. You will have the eleven o'clock shift."

He blinked.

"My…room?"

"Yes, Eric, your room. Now get going. I'm done with you for today. Get some sleep."

His face fell as I realized her meaning.

"Mrs. H, you can't do that! That's…that's just settin' me up! This…body…" Shame washed over his face. Being taken advantage of had never been a worry of his.

"Cedar is above such low amusements, unlike someone I know." The witch's eyes glinted darkly. "You should know that as his roommate. He won't touch you unless you let him."

He choked at the implied suggestion in his boss's voice. "No way in hell!"

"Well then, go up."

He looked down on his billowy clothing and threw his eyes back up to Mrs. H disbelievingly. The woman was unsympathetic.

"I suggest you be quick about getting to your room. You wouldn't want someone to catch you like that and get any ideas about what you might want."

He gulped, clutching the waist of his pants tightly. Yanking the long hems over his ankles, he began shuffling to the door.

"Oh, and Eric, don't even consider skipping over your room and going somewhere else. I'm going to call Cedar, inform him that your employment has been suspended, and tell him to expect a male fin in his room shortly. I'll know if you don't arrive."

Swallowing the lump in his throat again, the gyuren pattered his now pretty little feet over to the door and precariously opened it, peeking out before he bolted down the hallway, the most awful fear pumping through his blood.


I'm kind of going with a more objective narration on this one as compared to my other stories. Idk if that's just me being lazy or suiting the atmosphere, but whatever!