The Brothel
The next morning.
The moment Panrak opened the basement door, he slightly frowned at the stench that assaulted his nose. The air hung heavy with a mix of urine, love juices, sweat, and the fishy reek of the semen he had poured out the night before.
Seliac—now almost exclusively called “bitch”—was still sprawled on the floor. The chastity belt remained locked in place, dried white and yellow stains mottled across the iron plates, while the limbs that now had to be called short forelegs and hind legs were bruised bluish-purple all over. Her exposed face was a complete mess: lips swollen thick, eyelids puffy enough that even opening her eyes looked painful.
Panrak approached slowly and summoned water with magic, roughly rinsing away the filth covering the bitch.
“Awake, bitch?”
“…Woof woof….”
Startled awake, Seliac hesitated before giving a small, hoarse bark. Panrak clicked his tongue lightly and pulled a new anal plug with a tail from his magic pouch, setting it aside. It was not particularly large, yet the magic crystal embedded at its tip made Seliac shudder with ominous foreboding.
“Today it’s time for your rear end to receive a proper education.”
He maneuvered her body onto all fours and began unlocking the chastity belt.
Click. Click.
Each time the locks released, Seliac’s short body flinched instinctively.
When the belt finally came free, the dildo and anal beads that had been trapped inside slid out with a wet sound. Slick with aphrodisiac gel, love juices, and urine, they plopped onto the floor.
Her cunt and anus, finally free, were exposed to the air; for a brief moment she trembled with the sheer relief of liberation.
“From today on, your bitch asshole is going to become an erogenous zone.”
Even at Panrak’s words, Seliac could not bring herself to resist; she only rolled her eyes anxiously.
Panrak scooped a generous amount of white ointment onto his fingers and slowly rubbed circles around the rim of her anus. As the ointment sank in, her short waist began to quiver.
“And the most sensitive erogenous zone on your entire body will be that asshole.”
“…What do you mean… nngh-ghh♡♡♡!!……”
She tried to open her mouth in protest, but Panrak gave her no time. He thrust two fingers—index and middle—straight into her sphincter at once, pushing the ointment deeper. Pleasure short-circuited her brain. Her anus instantly stretched wide and clenched around his fingers as if sucking them in. Her body, still exhausted from yesterday’s torture, could not even manage the resistance it might once have offered.
“Feel good, you bitch whore?”
“Haaah♡♡…… haahk♡……! No…… no more……♡♡!!!”
“Fucking bitch whore keeps talking like a person?”
Panrak shoved his thumb into her cunt and began rubbing it against the fingers already buried in her sphincter.
“…S-sorry… woof♡… woof woof hhhnnngh♡♡♡♡♡!!!”
The unfamiliar dual stimulation of cunt and anus drove the bitch toward climax; she barked belatedly, begging for mercy, but—
“Let’s start by making you cum once.”
“Th-that’s enouuugh—♡♡… ghhhnnn—♡♡♡!!”
Pssshhhhh—trickle trickle—
Her body shuddering violently, bitch Seliac came hard, spraying urine and love juices at the same time. The moment Panrak’s fingers withdrew, the tension left her and she collapsed face-down on the floor, legs giving out.
“Ah, you filthy thing, pissing all over my hand.”
He wiped the urine-smeared hand casually across her body, then spoke again.
“Now for the finishing touch—enema. Raise that ass, bitch.”
Smack—
A palm cracked across her buttocks. The bitch staggered yet still lifted her hips on her hind legs.
He took a syringe from his magic pouch and pushed the tip into the panting, sprawled bitch’s gaping anus. Then, slowly but without pause, he began injecting the liquid.
Shhhhhh…… glug……
“Nnnngh……!! Nngh-ghh……!!”
Her once-slender belly began to swell visibly. As the enema fluid filled her intestines, the pressure to defecate grew cold-sweat-inducing.
“This enema fluid, you see, is medicine to permanently fix the ointment I just applied to your anus.”
He pushed the syringe all the way in against the bitch’s cold-sweating, cramping belly, then shoved the prepared anal plug home.
“This plug is a magical tool with a perception-distortion spell that makes you look like a real dog.”
When he poured mana into the magic crystal at the plug’s tip, a soft blue light swept once over Seliac’s entire body; the spell activated. From now on, everyone except the caster Panrak and the subject Seliac would perceive her as a genuine dog.
Panrak smiled in satisfaction and tugged the leash.
“Let’s go for a walk.”
Clink.
He flicked his fingers and activated a spatial-transfer spell. Before the cold-sweating Seliac could utter a word, both of them vanished from the basement.
Free City of Caldron, Ethelia Kingdom. Nine in the morning, dawn mist still lingering, the central plaza known as Golden Crow Market already seethed with people, magical beasts, slaves, and adventurers.
Hoofbeats and rattling cartwheels clattered over the thick flagstones; the air was thick enough to choke on with the greasy smell of roasting meat, the sharp bite of spice sacks, and the acrid smoke of alchemists’ boiling herbs. Merchants bellowed under large awnings, hawking their wares.
“Fresh manticore venom stingers, three silver each!”
“Dwarven mithril chainmail for sale!”
“New orc-tribe captives just in! Strong males and females both!”
Through the middle of that clamor a man in a black cloak walked at a leisurely pace. The man called Panrak was a wizard whose name was known not only in the city but throughout the entire kingdom. In his right hand he held a leather leash; at its end a large black dog walked slowly on all fours.
Of course that dog was Seliac, now Panrak’s bitch. She was desperately walking while cold sweat poured down her, her intestines holding nearly two liters of refined slime mucus mixed with mana-amplifying herbs that Panrak himself had injected early that morning. Her abdomen was stretched taut as if she were pregnant and ready to burst; the skin around her navel had gone deathly pale. With every step the liquid sloshed inside her guts and battered the plug.
After walking a good while, Panrak loosened his grip on the leash and paused near the fountain. The bitch’s swollen belly now completely dominated the gazes of passersby. Even amid the market bustle a gaggle of children came running toward her, curiosity piqued by the enema-swollen bitch.
“Wow, her belly’s really huge!”
“Mister, are there baby dogs in there?”
“Can we pet her?”
A little girl approached first and carefully stretched out her hand. Panrak nodded permission.
“Pet her carefully. She’s very sensitive right now.”
The child’s small hand touched Seliac’s tightly stretched belly; her body jerked. The liquid inside sloshed hard against the plug, and her newly eroticized anus and hips spasmed.
“Nn…… hhk……♡”
A tiny moan slipped out, but the children only laughed, “The dog’s ticklish!” Panrak crouched and whispered into the bitch’s ear.
“…I forgot to mention that the moment you speak human words, the magic breaks.”
As if he could ever have forgotten.
“Hold it in well, bitch.”
Soon the other children crowded in. When a boy pressed her belly lightly, the pressure trying to push the anal plug out intensified and the bitch trembled all over. The defecation urge already at its limit was being goaded by the innocent children’s playful hands toward a breaking point that was neither climax nor excretion—or both.
“When I stroke her butt she keeps shaking!”
“Yeah, why’s she trembling so much?”
Then one child patted her rump with a series of light smacks; the startled bitch’s hips bucked and the plug shifted slightly outward. Unable to endure any longer, she clenched her sphincter with all her might and began crawling away on all fours.
“Hggghhhnnn…♡♡ woof woof…!!!♡♡”
The child who had been patting her snatched the fleeing bitch’s tail.
The plug half-popped free; a single drop of the suppressed liquid leaked out. In that instant the bitch squeezed her eyes shut, certain she was about to shit herself right there in public.
Yet the situation she had resigned herself to never came.
Just as the child gripping the tail prepared to yank hard—Panrak’s hand shot out like lightning and gently but firmly caught the child’s small wrist.
“Now, now. We can’t have that.”
With his other hand he casually shoved the plug back in with a firm press.
“Nn…… hikk-uh……♡♡”
The bitch’s body shuddered violently and nearly toppled forward. The pressure of the half-dislodged plug being forced home again brought extreme pain and pleasure at once. She staggered a few steps forward; at the same time love juices began dripping from her cunt, then suddenly sprayed out like a fountain.
“The dog’s peeing!”
“Ugh… the smell….”
The children’s pure, laughing disgust as they fled filled the bitch with shame; she closed her eyes and rubbed her head against Panrak’s leg.
Please stop…
Panrak stroked her rump once more and the bitch trembled all over again.
“All right, enough play. Let’s go.”
Tears brimming, the bitch was now almost crawling. Even after the plug was seated deep again, her anus continued to throb; from her cunt, aftershocks of the climax still sent clear love juices dripping, leaving little trails on the ground as she passed. Her abdomen remained swollen to bursting, yet the pressure had shifted from mere defecation urge into constant erotic stimulation. By now she could no longer tell whether it was the need to shit or pure pleasure. Every step made the liquid inside slosh against the plug; the vibration climbed her rectal wall and stabbed up her spine.
Panrak left the market’s main thoroughfare and turned into a red-brick alley.
It was the district where slave traders, high-end spice merchants, and brothels clustered. Unlike the market’s clamor, the air here was sticky and sweet with perfume oil, sweat, and the fishy tang of semen. A few passing adventurers recognized Panrak and bowed; some of them whistled low at Seliac’s swollen belly.
“Long time no see, Wizard. Out with a pregnant bitch today, I see.”
Panrak merely raised a hand in casual greeting. Every time the bitch heard such words her ears burned, yet at the same time her cunt ached with longing. The fact that she could not even make excuses for herself shoved her deeper into the pit of humiliation.
Halfway down the alley the sign of Red Rose Night came into view. A three-story red-brick building. Even in daylight red light spilled from the first-floor lobby windows; a few customers already loitered by the door smoking.
When Panrak pushed the door open, a sweet yet musty smell rushed out all at once. The lobby was lavishly appointed with red velvet carpet and gold decorations; a huge circular stage stood in the center. Around the stage, tables held customers drinking while male or female slaves knelt at their feet.
Behind the reception desk, Ruby—the crimson-haired madame in her thirties—brightened the moment she saw Panrak.
“Oh my, Master Panrak!”
Her gaze flicked toward the bitch as if demanding an explanation.
“Ah… a bitch I acquired recently who still can’t even take a proper walk. Thought I might have her trained here a bit.”
“But our training services are only for human races…”
Ruby began to explain with a puzzled look; Panrak raised a hand to stop her and pointed at the stage in the middle of the brothel.
“I’ll explain later. Mind if that stage gets a little dirty?”
Ruby’s eyebrows rose slightly at his words.
“I don’t know if the customers will like something that isn’t human, but I’m sure Master Panrak has something in mind?”
She gestured toward the circular stage in the lobby center. Several customers already held their glasses and were looking this way.
“No beast-fuckers around today—why’d you bring a pregnant mutt?”
“Still, something about her looks kinda hot, doesn’t it?”
The seated customers murmured, but Panrak paid them no mind and yanked the leash hard, shoving the bitch forward.
“Up.”
Sensing the end, the bitch tried a timid resistance out of terror, yet she was dragged by Panrak and forced to crawl on all fours onto the stage. Anticipation of excretion and pleasure gradually fogged her mind. Her plug-stuffed anus throbbed; love juices stretched in long threads from her cunt, staining the velvet cloth. The lobby fell silent for an instant, then low whistles and laughter spread.
“First time I’ve seen a pregnant bitch still in heat.”
“Half-wolves would’ve gone crazy if they saw this.”
“Those guys who bragged last time about secretly fucking a pregnant poodle some noble house was doting on?”
The customers’ lewd chatter made the bitch’s body grow hotter and hotter.
Panrak stood beside the stage, took hold of Seliac’s tail, and began slowly twisting it.
Gnnnk…… gurgle……
Every rotation of the plug sent the liquid inside swirling hard against her rectal wall. Seliac’s back arched like a bow and her hips bucked.
“Nn…… nngh-ghh……♡♡ woof…… woof woof……!!”
At the sound more customers crowded closer.
“The dog’s moaning just like a real person.”
While Panrak merely toyed with the dog’s tail, Ruby approached and whispered.
“Is this all?”
Panrak smiled and answered.
“Of course not.”
He tapped the magic crystal at the plug’s tip with a fingertip. The plug began to withdraw on its own, slowly.
Gnnnk…… schlick…… clink……
When the plug was halfway out, the suppressed liquid leaked a little and dripped onto the stage. She desperately clenched her sphincter to hold the excretion back, yet the powerless bitch instead felt a shallow climax; her body shuddered and she nearly toppled forward.
“Woof…… woof hhhnnngh……♡♡”
And then, the instant the plug came free completely—a strong blue flash of mana flared once and died. The plug fully extracted, nearly two liters of enema fluid erupted like a waterfall.
“Nngiiiiiik……♡♡!!!!!”
Psssshhhhhhhh——!!!
Brown liquid mixed with solid matter violently soaked the stage and splattered in every direction.
At the same moment the magic shattered completely and the customers’ vision changed.
What suddenly appeared before their eyes was no longer a “dog.” It was a naked beautiful elf, short limbs serving as four legs, hips raised high, trembling in climax while spraying enema fluid and shit like a fountain.
Tear-brimming eyes, skin glistening with sweat and love juices, anus explosively defecating.
The lobby was instantly wrapped in silence.
Yet that silence lasted less than three seconds.
The customers who had frozen at the sudden spectacle all sucked in breath at once; then laughter, cheers, and outright exclamations of admiration erupted together.
“Fuck, what the hell is this?”
“It’s an elf? A real elf bitch acting like a dog…!”
“Is this magic? It’s magic, right?”
“That wasn’t pregnancy—it was enema fluid?”
Someone started clapping; another climbed onto the stage for a closer look. Even Ruby stood with her mouth slightly open at first, then soon gave a low laugh and flicked her tongue out.
The bitch felt every one of those gazes on her skin.
Her plug-freed anus, now loose, continued to vomit liquid and solids.
Psssh… trickle… splat…
With every spurt her rectal wall contracted and pleasure climbed her spine. That pleasure was no longer mere relief of excretion. The permanently eroticized anus had been remade so that defecation alone produced sexual sensation; she climaxed with every shit she pushed out.
“Nn…… nnaaah……♡ woof woof woof♡♡…… nngh-ghh♡♡!!”
Even the fact that she was allowed to speak human words had been forgotten; she jolted as if struck by lightning.
From now on… just by shitting… I have to climax…?
The realization brought a fresh wave of shame; without thinking she flared her cunt open and relaxed her asshole.
Psssshhhk——
Another fountain burst and ran down her thighs.
“Haaaah……♡♡…… Why…… why only me……♡”
Tears streamed down. Yet her body was honest. As the excretion neared its end her belly deflated, but the nerves around her anus still reacted with hyper-sensitivity. She remained on all fours with hips raised, body shuddering, repeating small orgasms over and over.
Panrak casually stroked her head once.
“Looks like it’s properly become an erogenous zone.”
“You son of a bi—”
Even while trembling from climax, she tried to spit furious words; before she could finish, Panrak covered her mouth with his hand.
“Try speaking human words one more time and I’ll cut out your tongue.”
When he removed his hand she only worked her mouth soundlessly, then finally gave a small “woof—”.
The surrounding customers were now nearly in a frenzy of excitement.
“Madame Ruby, is that elf bitch going to work here?”
“There’s a submissive elf whore like that?”
“Fucking hot.”
Panrak savored the atmosphere, then looked at Ruby and spoke low.
“Ruby. I’d like to leave this bitch here for a while starting today. To finish her rear-hole education properly… I think an expert’s hands are needed.”
I made it into an erogenous zone, but beyond that an expert would do better.
Hearing the added remark, Ruby nodded slowly with a proud expression. Yet soon she twisted her lips and made a counter-proposal.
“Master Panrak.”
She stepped closer, lightly tapped the still-convulsing Seliac’s rump, and began fingering her anus. Seliac, beyond even the thought of resistance, panted and twisted her body while pouring out more love juices and urine.
“How about formally employing this elf… at our brothel?”
Panrak’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“Employ?”
“Yes. As an official product.”