Dispenser (5)
Going down.
I watched the elevator descend to the first floor, recalling the explanation Lilith had given me.
Stuff like what dispensers actually do, and what the hell this bracelet I'd gotten was all about.
First off, dispensers were exactly what I'd thought—male prostitutes. More precisely, production workers who doubled as male hookers? Cooks? I wasn't sure how to put it, but no doubt about it: their job was providing semen to races that needed male essence, or straight-up fucking like pros.
And this bracelet? It was a standard-issue artifact for dispensers called the Body Checker, some kind of magic gadget.
Meant to stop humans and other races working as dispensers from getting utterly drained dry by sex-crazed bitches—to prevent them from basically getting their livers squeezed out—or any health issues cropping up.
When you hit your limit, it changes color, and at full capacity, it throws up a protective barrier around the dispenser and alerts the special task force.
Apparently, it also updates the wearer's info in real-time and feeds it to the clients' apps... though dispensers themselves can't access it, and most don't even know that feature exists.
But I did.
The contract between Lilith and me.
To make her honey-sucking retirement dreams come true, I had to grow strong here and become the top dispenser. Unlike the others, I was special from the start.
Not just knowing it existed—I could actually use the app that wearers normally couldn't access or even know about.
That was my first perk.
Well, the ID was Lilith's, so it was basically just backdoor access. Nothing fancy.
I pulled out the smartphone Lilith had given me—registered under her name—opened it, and launched the only non-standard app installed: Mammathong.
What a ridiculous name, fucking impossible to get your head around. But for races like succubi like Lilith, dispenser cum was basically food, so it wasn't wrong.
Why they kept this app secret from dispensers? The name said it all.
Anyway, firing it up brought up a UI like any community app.
I eyed the top menu.
Today's Fresh Newbie Reviews♡
Having that at the top already told you everything about the bitches using this app and their baseline humanity—or lack thereof.
Apps and communities always pin the eye-catchers up top to show their vibe, their true colors.
Of course, that wasn't the point.
I scrolled through the list—about thirty newbies from my batch—and found my name.
Or what I figured was mine.
Strong Dick
Why the fuck was my name this?
Lilith had told me dispensers get stage names, like in host clubs, separate from their real ones.
Mine was Strong Dick, apparently.
Never dreamed the shitty nicknames I'd heard since childhood would become my pro alias.
Sighing at the obvious prank from Lilith, I tapped it, and my profile popped up.
...What the fuck had I just seen?
My mind went blank, dizzy.
When the hell did they take that? Hell, I didn't even remember posing half-naked in the attached pic—but that was secondary. The shit written between the lines made my head spin.
Fine, height, weight, dick size—whatever. But semen type? And what the fuck were those mid-text asides? Cum taste reviews? For real?
That vertigo like staring into the abyss wouldn't quit, and then I saw the pile of comments below.
Less than an hour since I'd registered as a dispenser, and already dozens of comments.
A twinge of pride from the unexpected popularity? Nah, not even a little.
Thanks to that one comment in the middle.
"Fuck, I'm screwed."
I muttered it while staring at the one from CatLickerComes.
Lilith had said those non-humans I'd seen on the way in—the ones eyeing me like they wanted to lick me head to toe—were infamous stalkers around here.
Infamous, but only among those in the know about this app.
Who knew where their funding came from, but they were the real deal: pros who hung around all day waiting for clueless newbie dispensers.
So this CatLickerComes who'd spotted me? One of those ultimate stalkers.
And that meant...
♫ Ding-dong~ ♫
1st floor.
Weeeeng. The elevator doors slid open, and I frantically mashed the close button.
But once they'd started opening, they wouldn't shut.
Kwachik!
A massive wolf paw, covered in fluffy fur, jammed the doors as they tried to close.
Kaduduk. I watched the metal doors crumple right in front of me. Then, a woman peeked through the gap.
"Where ya goin'~? Weren't you comin' here~?"
She hummed it out playfully. A silver-haired werebeast grinning at me.
If I hadn't known better, her stunning beauty would've had me dreaming up baby plans and retirement getaways. Then she spoke.
"I've been waiting forever, our cute little newbie♡"
Fuck my mom for real.
A plush sofa enveloped my ass softly. Not just my ass—my arms too.
"Tasty~? Want more from big sis~?"
The werebeast—Eileya—had my right arm buried between her massive tits as she asked. I nodded.
She brought a fancy unpacked snack to my lips.
"Here, ahhhn~"
I chewed and swallowed the luxury treat I'd never even heard of, but couldn't taste a damn thing.
"Thirsty. No. Drink."
Now my left arm was wrapped in the squelchy mass of enormous slime tits from the slime girl—Mumungmumung? Whatever her name was. She offered her finger.
Yeah. Her finger.
"...Drink."
Fuck my mom.
I sucked on Mumungmumung's finger as ordered, and a fizzy, sweet liquid flooded my mouth—refreshing as hell.
This was...
Cider?
Why?
"Tasty. Cider. Drink lots."
Guess it really was cider. More like force-fed till my gut bloated up like a balloon. I let out a little urgh, burping softly.
The dozen or so non-human chicks around us giggled like it was hilarious.
Fuck.
"Want more~?"
"N-no... I'm full now..."
"Ohhh~?"
Eileya smiled, scraping my cheek with her nail—back to human shape now. It tickled, then pulled away.
"Guess it's time to make some room then~?"
Her hand slid toward my crotch, smooth as silk.
Fuck.
This was fucked.
If it kept going, I was truly fucked. I grabbed her hand.
"Hm?"
"W-wait, just a sec."
"Sure? First times are always awkward, after all~"
She smiled like she knew it all, and I sighed in relief.
But I knew this was just buying time.
Lilith had warned me plenty.
'Those bitches always roll deep, and the second they spot a newbie, they gang up for an orgy. First-time dispensers all get wrecked thinking it's great to pound hot chicks.'
Yeah. I'd end up like those guys if this went on.
One-on-one? Maybe doable.
The elixir Lilith fed me was still pumping, and more than that, I had level drain tattooed on my gut.
But all of them? No way.
Impossible.
They'd wring me dry—not dead, but hospital-bound for weeks.
Couldn't let that happen.
I sucked in a breath.
And yelled.
"Freshly registered hot newbie dispenser Strong Dick—flaccid 14cm, erect 27cm, girth 16! Max 10 full-erection orgasms in a row! Summon me NOW! First come—"
I rattled off my specs, exaggerated from the Mammathong profile, scanning the room.
Eileya was eyeing me like 'Well, well.'
Found her. CatLickerComes was Eileya.
"One only!"
I whipped my pants down.
Honestly, I thought we were fucked, but Eileya and even slime Mumungmumung looked like absolute stunners.
Not to toot my own horn, but my somewhat muscled-thick arms fit perfectly between their massive tits.
Obviously, pinned arm-tit-trapped by two busty bombshells sex-teasing me, my dick was rock-hard erect.
The horny crowd's eyes locked on my full-mast cock.
Gulp. Someone swallowed hard. I shouted.
"First bidder—!!!"