So,
Pantera delivered on her promise to get me patched up. I wish she
would have told me the cost of it beforehand. We’ll get to that
later. Anyways, she dyed my hair and my fur so that I couldn’t be
recognized. This also explains why Brutus always smells like
cinnamon. She dyes his fur black, so that he blends into the shadows.
The cinnamon masks the dye’s odor, making it harder to detect him.
She
explained that he’s not actually a panther, but a tiger. He looks a
lot like Alakath, aside from the scar over Alakath’s eye. At least,
he would if not for the dyed fur. She gave me the option of having
the dye masked with cinnamon or mint. So as not to stand out, I went
with mint, since that’s a popular perfume fragrance anyway. If it’s
popular, questions won’t be asked.
Lastly,
she gave me the option of the same shade of black as Brutus, which is
entirely unnatural for my species, or pink, a color she uses on
herself sometimes. I went with pink because, while rare, it does
occur naturally in my species. Hell, the only color more rare than
pink is blue, and that’s my natural color.
I
was shocked when she had me strip down then and there. We were still
in the open, nothing but a short stack of crates that I could see
over blocking us from being seen from the main path by the wall. It
didn’t help my feelings any that she had set a lantern on the
window sill next to me. I get that she needed it to see what she was
doing, but to do it without bothering to be discreet about it? That
made me edgy to say the least.
But
I complied, since I didn’t want to draw attention to us by
bickering over it. Even with being careful around my gashed open leg,
it only took her about an hour to fully dye my fur pink. Then, she
took the black dye and dyed my hair. That took her another hour, as
for some reason, hair takes longer than fur to set in.
I
asked how long this dye would last, and she said that the hair would
wash out after two or three washes, while my fur would wash out over
the course of a month. Before I could say another word, though, she
handed me a bundle of clothes and told me to put them on. She said I
would even be recognized if I stayed in my old clothes, so a change
in outfit was needed.
I
looked at the outfit before putting it on, though. I knew how
comfortable I was with it was irrelevant, but I still wanted to see
it first. The undergarments were a black, lacy bra and matching
thong. The top was a low cut, black shirt that only buttoned halfway
up, exposing a shit ton of cleavage (and at least half of the bra!).
She gave me a black skirt that barely came down below my crotch and a
pair of black sandals. It appeared to be an identical outfit to hers.
I
was even less comfortable actually wearing the outfit than when I
looked it over. I asked why such a slutty outfit, and she, in turn,
asked if I wanted her help or not. She then said I would see why,
once we got to where we were going. She stashed all my gear in one of
the crates, then handed me a black, lacy band and told me to cover my
wound with it. She then put one on herself, on her leg opposed to my
wound.
For
the last bit of preparation, she pulled out a vial with a clear
liquid and uncorked it. I could tell by the strong odor that it was a
strong alcohol. She told me to drink it, as it would numb the pain
enough to where I could walk without limping too badly. I asked what
it was, and she shoved the vial into my mouth and pushed my head up,
forcing me to swallow its contents.
She
slapped my back until I quit coughing. I had never took in anything
that burned my mouth like that before. I don’t see the appeal in
drinking anymore, that’s for sure. It had immediately triggered my
gag reflex. But after a couple of minutes, I stopped coughing, and
boy was I dizzy.
I
actually don’t remember much after that. I sort of remember her
instructing me on how she wanted me to walk once we got to the noble
district. Her having me practice the intended walk in front of her
while we were still in the alleyway. I think at one point, she was
behind me using her hands to move my hips in some way?
Anyway,
at some point after that, we were strutting together towards a dark
part of the noble district. I guess she told me I could start walking
normal again, once we got into the dark part. She steered me to some
building and knocked on a door. A slat opened up some distance above
my head and she uttered some weird phrase. The door opened.
Some
time later, the drink began to wear off finally and I watched a cute,
young fennec girl stitch up my leg. She was going on and on about how
guys are prudes and only wanna fuck and not have meaningful
relationships and so on. My leg was still numb, so I didn’t feel
anything. Maybe she used some kind of anesthetic.
About
this point, Pantera walked in and asked how I was doing. The cute
girl said that I was adorable and an amazing listener. Pantera just
sighed into her hands, then clarified that she was asking about how
my leg was. The girl let out a surprised, little “Oh!” before
saying that it was good I didn’t wait long, otherwise I’d be
dealing with an infection. She said she applied some antibacterial
stuff and stitched it shut. The girl turned to me and advised me that
it would still hurt for a while, but that was the worst I had to
worry about. I just smiled and, with a slight slur in my voice, asked
what it would cost me. She giggled and glanced at Pantera.
The
panther just smiled and said that helping her and Brutus was the
charge. She would explain more once I finished sobering up. She then
handed me a glass of water that she brought in and had me sip on it.
She then explained that what she had me drink earlier was a mixture
of strong alcohol and some drugs. The drugs were simply to help numb
the pain while the alcohol just enhanced the effects more so than
water would have.
After
I had a few sips of the water, she took the glass from me and left
the room, leaving me alone with the fennec girl again. The girl
giggled before saying that she shouldn’t have mixed the drugs with
alcohol. While doing so does enhance the effects, the alcohol can
introduce other, unintended side effects, depending on what exactly
the drugs were. She said that, given the alcohol she uses is super
strong, it’s a wonder I could walk on my own.
She
said all that while she wrapped my now stitched leg with a bandage,
then covered the bandage with the lace band that I was wearing
before. She then had me stand and see how badly my leg hurt. Whatever
anesthetic was used had since wore off, so when I put my weight on my
leg, it hurt to the point I let out a sharp yelp and quickly shifted
all my weight onto the uninjured leg.
The
fennec just shook her head and told me that she wouldn’t feel right
letting me leave with my leg hurting that bad, so she’d see about
arranging a bed for me to use for a night or two. Right as she got to
the doorway, she bumped into a mean looking, heavily scarred male
pit, who was walking in just ahead of Pantera.
The
fennec just called him “Boss”, and said that she was just leaving
to look for him. The muscular pit just snorted and looked over her at
me. He pushed the little fox to the side as he walked through. I
glanced at Pantera, and she was looking to the side and downward…
refusing to meet my eyes as he approached me.
He
growled his name, Red, and said that, while helping his top agents
would cover taking care of my injury, he needed proof that I was
trustworthy. He already knew I was the “traitor” wanted by the
guard, and he had no problems turning me over, unless I could
convince him that I was of some use to him and his “organization”.
Pantera
butted in, insisting that I wasn’t in any shape to be trying to
help with anything. He cut her off from speaking further by shoving a
huge paw into her face. He growled for her to be silent. He looked at
me and said I had three options. I could either go scout Jonah’s
“hotel” for him tonight, open my legs for whoever wants to fuck
me in his organization, or leave and not ever utter having been here.
I think the choice I made was obvious. I agreed to the scouting
mission. Pantera, once he finally removed his paw from her face,
insisted that I be given a couple of days at least before sending me.
He
growled at her to be quiet. He then told her that she is to say
nothing about his “organization” until I prove my loyalty and
trustworthiness. She just nodded. He added that it would be easier on
me if I’d just be the slut I’m built to be and fuck his men
whenever they wanted. He then added that, if I’m going to scout
Jonah’s place for him, that I’d better rest up. He’d have
someone show me where I was to bunk for the time being. With that,
Red left the room. Pantera followed him out, but before she walked
through the door, she looked back and smiled at me over her shoulder.
It
was then I noticed that every female, even the fennec nurse, was
dressed in a slutty fashion. Every woman, save the nurse, was wearing
an outfit identical to mine. The nurse’s outfit was the same
styling, only white. It now occurred to me that it probably wasn’t
by choice that they wore such provocative clothing, but rather, the
price they paid for being in the “organization”.
After
a few minutes, a little mouse girl walked in and told me that she was
supposed to show me to my bed. I thanked the fennec again before
following the little girl. She led me through the main room into a
series of hallways. Finally, at the end of one of the hallways,
nestled underneath a staircase, she pointed to a pile of hay and said
that that’s where I was to be sleeping. No privacy whatsoever. But
still, I nestled up on the pile, thanked the young girl, and
proceeded to drift off to sleep.
Now,
I’m on the way to Jonah’s. I’ve stopped just long enough to let
the pain in my leg die down and write all this down. Hopefully, I
don’t come to regret taking Pantera up on her offer of patching my
leg up…