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In hindsight, if Shen Yuan had known he would’ve died and transmigrated into a gay fanfiction of a series he’s never truly read, he would’ve spent the extra money to buy the official chapters of the seemingly shitting novel.
Before this death by suffocation of a moldy red-bean bun, Shen Yuan had come across ‘Tales and Tails’, an anonymous fan work that had been the new talk of this ludicrous fandom. The work of fiction itself was longer than the original web novel, had the entire cast with some sort of.. furry features, and it was teeming with the fandom’s more popular ships, one Shen Yuan had not agreed with!
While never reading the official web novel, he’s learned enough about the fandom to, perhaps unrightfully, judge the ships! This work has the abusive shizun and victim disciple fucking each other like horny rabbits, but it seems they don’t stop there either! Every straight ship turned gay, the women chased after women, the men after men, and in no way was this story monogamous! The teacher himself slept with every other peak lord when his disciple husband left for demon treaty work — and those seem to be a cover up! In those ‘meetings’, the powerful demon lord was bent over the table and taken by another demon lord and his husband!
It was unfortunate he hadn’t been able to finish the literature. (While he never trashed talked the author personally, the fans of the fiction did not enjoy any of Shen Yuan’s perfectly normal reviews!! Everyone is gay, it makes no sense! And if so, at least let one couple love only each other! Not everything needs to be an orgy; awful awful!) He had even suspected, at one point, the original author was in charge of this fiction. This theory of his was praised and hated by the fandom, but who else can write another 200+ chapters of gay sex if the original already had over 200+ straight sex scenes! Only a mad man would continue this pattern!
Sadly, as he was writing a review on his personal ranting account, (trust him, he made sure the fandom was clear on his opinion of EVERY chapter, and he was only on chapter 54!!,) he was so distracted with the shameless nth orgy scene that he had eaten the wrong bun! Instead of his freshly baked (from a supermarket) bun, he had devoured a limited addition Pokémon themed red-bean bun, eating the happy face of a pikachu with little to no remorse.
The feeling in his mouth felt a little funny, like chewing on cotton instead of dough. Even so, as his stomach cramps up and his throat feels like it’s compressing in on itself, Shen Yuan made sure to post his opinion — he can’t disappoint his own followers!!
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When his eye lids finally peeled themselves open, he was resting in a soft and plushy bed, a thin silk blanket draping over his being. It didn’t take the man long to understand just where he was — his head adorned a pair of his own kitty cat ears, soft and fluffy, matching the slight wavy brown of his hair. His fingers spent time traveling through every long strand, noting it stopped in the middle of his back. How does one even care for this much hair, it seemed ridiculous! In the pits of his frustration, he also discovered his tail! Tail! It was a beautiful iridescent brown just as the rest of him, it’s colorful hues shining through right as the sun catches it perfectly. As far as Shen Yuan was aware, true brown cats were very uncommon, this nameless NPC character sure looked pretty… almost like his modern form, now that he thought more about it.
After only a month living in this new world — fanfiction?? — Shen Yuan was actually quite content with his life! He had learned this body worked in a brothel, and was quite popular at that. His body was lean, the soft idea of muscles peaking through his otherwise softer appearance. His wardrobe was filled to the brim with skimpy outfits to please his customer base, but he had been given his own personal room further back. There, he wore normal, basic robes and practiced his shifting abilities. The fanfiction never mentioned how to proper transform, they just knew how to!! It had taken a week to find out what he really had to do; he could feel his muscles tensing up, heart hammering rapidly against his ribcage as the tall form of a man slowly shifted into a cat. Or — moreover, cat-like.
This form of his had long, delicate brown whiskers that start at the cat’s brows and ran down the length of his body, (which certainly explains those same whiskers that he had to hide in his hair. He hadn’t the slightest idea what they were for beforehand.) This brown kitty cat had both white front paws with the softer patch of white just on his chest. This body felt infinitely lighter, stretching out all four legs and pointing his tail straight up. This body must’ve been from a cultivator — not a very strong one — but his cat form allowed him to feel the cycle of qi more clearly, eloping his entire being. He was some sort of cat-dragon hybrid, was that even possible?! It was hardly even noticeable!
With the discovery of proper shifting, his life felt smoother.
But.. it couldn’t escape his duties forever.
The nice women who ran the brothel had noticed her best male worker was feeling out-of-sorts, and offered him as much time as he needed to work through this little rut. But it’s been nearly two months, and he could see the woman’s patience running thin.
It wasn’t as if Shen Yuan was a virgin, because he definitely wasn’t!! He just.. lacked experience of any kind, and working at a brothel took more guts than one believes! He has to keep up appearances, look his best constantly, and take dick!? There was a first for everything, and Shen Yuan never believed himself to be gay!
But he loved it here — loved his homey little room and all his robes, and it would be terrible difficult to start from scratch if he lost this place, so he has to adapt! Shen Yuan was good at that — adapting to new situations one didn’t have control over. It was fortunate that most of Shen Yuan’s clients were newcomers and had no real relationship with the body he had accidentally stolen. He learned to be seductive, (he was very bad, but his face was so lovely and pathetic that clients were woo’ed anyways,) learned the proper way to move his wrists in a handjob, and even realized this body had no gag reflex! Ah, that was a.. fun lesson to learn.
Truthfully, Shen Yuan should be grateful to have transmigrated into a useless body to the plot — he’s read many stories of the same fate, some even transmigrating into the scum of the story, how awful that would’ve been!! Instead, he allowed this body to finally feel his, this life was now his own, and he properly enjoyed it! Who here would judge him anyways, they all pay for his brilliant service, and he has gotten much better in the six months of residency!
However, he’s noticed a returning client of his. It happened nearly two months ago, and the man doesn’t visit often. Shen Yuan had been dressed in a thin, short sleeping robe, very little of his private areas covered. His body was perfect — curved back, plump ass, thighs that could strangle a bear. If he saw himself, he’d totally fuck him too! The simple clothe was still plenty for others to stop and stare at the goods. He was approached by a sharply handsome man, who was only a few inches taller. He himself wore pure white kitty ears a top his head, his white lovely tail thin and longer than Shen Yuan’s own.
When the man first bought Shen Yuan’s services, he expected crude nature. After all, despite the feminine look to his face, his eyes held years of pent up anger and budding annoyance. The delicate line of the man’s jaw soften when he sees Shen Yuan getting comfortable on the bed, letting those thin robes fall freely from his shoulder. Instead of sex, however, the man carefully draped his many ridiculous layers until he was left in nothing but his own sleeping robes. Then, he crawled over to Shen Yuan and held him from behind, lowly licking Shen Yuan’s ears.
Grooming, he came to learn what his client was doing. This beautifully intimidating man came to a brothel to groom another cat creature; he must be feeling lonely! Their first night together, the two exchanged only names and tongues. He was told to call the man ‘Jiu-ge’. (kinky much?) The action was quite pleasing, all things considered. Once Jiu-ge was finished, Shen Yuan had turned and gave the same affection back — so what if he enjoyed this a little more, at least his ass was given a rest!
On Jiu-ge’s next visit, Shen Yuan was prepared for an entire night of grooming and gossip just as the last, his ears perked towards his new favorite client, his fluffy brown tail swaying eagerly as both men retire to the back. They stripped, gossiped, and groomed. Jiu-ge spoke often of his annoying shidis and shixiongs. He had learned last time that his Jiu-ge was a proper cultivator, and quite strong at that, but the man never spoke much about his cultivator deeds, and Shen Yuan didn’t question it.
His Jiu-ge visited three times a month, and each time was more touchy. It wasn’t until their forth meeting when his Jiu-ge finally filled him properly. After that, Shen Yuan would clear his schedule entirely the day he knew his favorite gege was coming to visit.
His Jiu-ge should be arriving soon, and the man did enjoy when Shen Yuan greeted him in the soft mint color robes that his gege gifted him. He worked tirelessly to clean their private room, leaving no trace of his other clients. The sheets and blankets were replaced, trinkets given by others stuffed away to be forgotten about, and pillows extra fluffed for their grooming session. Next, he dressed in thin lace that rode down his thighs, hugging just below his hips. The lace was white and dainty, the fabric delicate enough to rip with a single tug. He wore a matching top, the clothe rubbing against his nipple on occasion.
It was covered with a slightly thicker mint green night robe, able to hide the lace below, awhile complimenting his sleek figure.
He waited with his brothel sisters and brothers, helping them to pass around snacks and refreshments as many men and women spoke casually. Most grabbed the closest prostitute and began to get handsy. Women softly groped his brothel sisters’ thighs, giggling about this and that. Shen Yuan was serving a more avian elderly man, passing his drink over and letting their fingers slide together. Hey, don’t judge him, this is a potential future client, he still has a living to make! However, no one got him today but his Jiu-ge.
The brave man wrapped his hand around Shen Yuan’s waist and nearly pulled him into his lap, pressing his nose against the worker’s belly button. While he’s in the business of entertaining such people, he didn’t want some old guy to mark him before his precious gege arrived.
He began to pull away with sweet apologies, murmuring empty promises to serve such a ‘gentlemen’ later on when a kiss was pressed just above his groin, teasing open his robe. Sir, sir! This isn’t for you, get your grubby hands off!!
The irritation was written clear as day on his features as it wasn’t long after Shen Yuan began to wiggle away that he bumped into a familiar, soft chest. Perfect timing as always, Jiu-ge! The man whipped his head around with his signature smile, eyes scrunched. His amazing, talented Jiu-ge needed no words when he pulled Shen Yuan free from the older man, letting his robes slip back shut.
The man and Jiu-ge stared at one another for a long moment before the elder turned away first, murmuring beneath his breath. At least, the two cat hybrids slipped off towards the back, anticipation thrumming loudly through Shen Yuan’s veins. It’s been nearly three weeks since he last saw his favorite customer, and a man with such high level cultivation was surely put into risky situations! Client or not, he did indeed care for Jiu-ge and worried about his well being.
(This was spoken about once, but his mean Jiu-ge dismissed any concerns before plowing his ass right into the mattress.)
“Yuanyuan dares flirt with others the day he knew of his Jiu-ge’s arrival?” Having just entered the room, the man had little time to undress and show the surprise before Jiu-ge crowded behind him, his chin hovering over Shen Yuan’s shoulder.
Possessive much, gege?!
The cat merely purred, letting his bushy tail trail the inside of the other’s thighs, pressing his back against him. “Jiu-ge,” he whined softly, “gege must know it wasn’t on purpose. I was merely serving him a drink, he just got excited.”
He could feel that rough tongue brush against his kitty ears, fingers taking hold of his waist. “Serving drinks to others dressed in the colors I gifted you; Yuanyuan knows better than to wear it for anyone but me.” His fluffy ear was bitten, causing him to yelp. He turned in the cultivator’s arms and softly batted his chest.
“Jiu-ge is so very mean. He should let this one undress for him.” His tongue peaked out between his lips, allowing himself this view. His fellow cat hybrid was truly eye catching, finding himself lost in that phoenix gaze. Had his gege worked at the same brothel, Shen Yuan would have serious competition in clients!
The two took their time undressing, which mostly contained many of Jiu-ge’s robes being tossed across the chair to avoid the floor. Shen Yuan relished in the attentive gaze once his singular robe fell carelessly, thin fingers brushing against his Jiu-ge’s nude chest.
“Yuanyuan had missed his Jiu-ge dearly.” The feline leaned forward and ran his barbed tongue against Jiu-ge’s collarbone, smirking at the trimmer that ran through the cultivator. “Allow this lowly one to welcome his gege back home, en?”
Jiu-ge’s ears flatten against his head, tail swishing behind him as he was maneuvered around. The back of his knees knock against the bed, sitting down with nothing more than a huff. Elegantly long fingers grip around Yuanyuan’s waist, pulling him overtop. “Hm,” Shen Yuan purred longingly, both hands coming to cup Jiu-ge’s cheeks. “My favorite spot.” This much was true; despite his mean demeanor, his Jiu-ge was by far his kindest, most favorable client.
He licks long strides against the man’s furry ears, loving the way the body beneath him warmed significantly, kneading his waist. The room was filled with nothing but their combined purring, Jiu-ge’s head resting against his bare skin as he continued to pamper the cultivator, reaching every inch he could with his tongue.
“— and then old man Ming bursts through the door with our stolen wine!” They had switched positions as Jiu-ge got more and more impatient. They rested side by side on the large mattress, Shen Yuan’s back pressing against Jiu-ge’s front. His poor tail had been squished between the two bodies, trying to ignore the awkward creek with his particular boring stories. Jiu-ge expressed his love to listen, so who was Yuanyuan to deny?
“He ran down the thief, said he left the man regretting his actions quick! I mean, it was just wine, surely he didn’t deserve such a beating.” Jiu-ge paused his actions; he had been admiring the soft skin before him, taking in every small detail of Shen Yuan’s lace while claiming whatever he could reach with his lips. The back of the feline’s neck looked like a slobbering mess, although their shared erections proved they both enjoyed the experience.
“A thief is a thief,” Shen Yuan’s tail quivered excitedly at the other cat’s aroused tone, feeling that skilled tongue tracing his spine. “whether it be a bottle of wine, or a chest of gold, a thief is to be punished.” The man could feel his lace being explored, tugged, and shifted. “For example.”
The cat let out a short yowl, kicking his feet out as Jiu-ge leaned down to bite the base of his tail, his sharp teeth nicking the skin. “Yuanyuan will be punished for stealing this one’s attention. Such a fiendish crime to invade this one’s personal time, to insert himself whenever he pleases.” Another bite against his left ass cheek, caressing his buttocks with both hands. His tail flicked rapidly, slapping his gege in the nose on multiple occasions.
“Then Jiu-ge should be punished just the same!” Shen Yuan’s voice came out breathless, glaring down at the culprit. Jiu-ge only peered up at him, letting his tongue brush over the fresh bite. “Has he not done the same? Continuously murmuring in the back of this one’s mind, teasing him even while he’s away! How cruel, how unfair! — ow, stop biting!”
His empty threats are hardly taken seriously as Jiu-ge found his rightful place back behind Shen Yuan, his erection stiff against his crease of Yuanyuan’s ass. “Yuanyuan has gotten quite a tongue on him since my absence, he’s becoming brave to talk back to his gege.”
Fingers bury themselves between the delicate fibers of Shen Yuan’s rather expensive lace before ripping his bottoms off in one swift motion, startling the cat. So easily, without warning! Jiu-ge, don’t you understand how hard it is to find something that high quality here?!
“Jiu-ge,” was what he had whined out instead, chewing expectedly at his bottom lip. With their three week long separation, he could feel his Jiu-ge’s impatience to hurry it along, hearing that lovely tail of his whacking against the fresh blankets. “This one has been very good, very patient for his favorite gege’s arrival,” the man’s hips ground down against that lovely cock, feeling it slide smoothly across his skin. Of course Shen Yuan also came prepared — even in furry fanfiction, there was no such thing as self-lubricating assholes, that would’ve been too convenient! Instead, he works himself open slow and mechanically, keeping himself on the edge just imagining what would happen to him.
His hard work and sore wrist paid off, however, when Jiu-ge’s own fingers press into him, humming with approval. “Yuanyuan prepared himself nicely for me, hasn’t he?” A quick nod of his head. Jiu-ge kept one arm secured around the other feline, digging his fingers in sharply. “When Yuanyuan gets fucked by his clients, does he think of his gege? Does he wish his Jiu-ge was there instead, serving him like he deserves?”
Jiu-ge had no issues finding and abusing Shen Yuan’s poor prostate, gasping as one hand came to entangle them with Jiu-ge’s free hand. “Yes, yes,” he’s hardly paying attention to the question, too focused on the pleasure blooming behind his irises. Jiu-ge seemed unsatisfied with this, keeping his fingers in place as he slowly massaged the nerve, watching the man wriggle and whine. “Yes, what, Yuanyuan?”
Yes what? What do you mean, yes what?! He pressed his head back against Jiu-ge’s shoulder as his hips rock back, chasing the man’s long fingers. “Jiu-ge,” he nearly sobbed, “only think of Jiu-ge! Jiu-ge is too merciful to this lowly cat!” Really, he can’t take it much longer, he may explode before they even get to the best part!
The older feline swallowed heavily, pressing his nose against Shen Yuan’s throat as he relished in every sharp breath, every strangled cry as he continued to abuse and torment. Only when his beloved cat began to wiggle and squeeze around his fingers did Jiu-ge pull free, his wet fingers wiped clean on his back. Despite the rather gross action, Shen Yuan could really care less when his own cock was resting against his hip, aching for any sort of attention. It, like the rest of him, sat neglected as Jiu-ge let him breath, coming down from his near-orgasmic experience.
“Gege,” Shen Yuan sounded needy, demanding. How dare this man tease him like such, then stop! Where did he learn his manners at; a barn!?
“Gege what?” Jiu-ge asked lazily, drawing idle shapes on his hips.
His tail twitched with irritation, hissing lowly beneath his breath. How embarrassing it was to beg, this man was a sadist! He thought for just a moment about not playing into his hand so easily, to make his Jiu-ge work harder for his prize. That idea was wiped completely off the bed once his gege wrapped his fist around the head of his weeping cock, the soft pad of his thumb pressed harshly against his slit. “Gege what?”
“Fuck me!” Shen Yuan all but cried, thrusting up into the warmth. “Gege, Gege please! Fuck me, I need your cock!” He can’t handle this unending pressure in his gut, the need to be stuffed full only by his Jiu-ge. How dare the man make him so dependent!!
The white feline was more than pleased, releasing his hold on the other’s tip, sliding it instead towards the base. Shen Yuan’s vision crossed, blacking out when one hand squeezed his cock and the other guided Jiu-ge’s own against his rim. One moment, he’d begged to be fucked, now he’s crying for his own release. Jiu-ge bottomed out with little trouble, their moans harmonizing with every minute shift. Had it not been for Jiu-ge’s death grip, poor Yuanyuan would’ve spilled instantly.
Their ears swiveled this way and that as they listened to the other’s soft moans, their breathless whines. Shen Yuan may lay with plenty of men throughout the day, but he loved Jiu-ge the best. The way his eyes gleam with a sort of victory when he takes Shen Yuan apart, when he blabbers on and on about useless missions, when he takes genuine interest in the other feline’s ramblings on obscured topics. Best of all, he loves the cock that drilled into him. Seriously, it was a beautiful dick, he’s never seen one so pretty in his life! It was long and croaked, curved ever so slightly to reach what he needed to. The weight of it pressing into his ass was nothing short of heavenly — he would ascend if his cultivation was worthy enough.
His thoughts jumbled together with every slap of skin, every jerk of their hips meeting. Behind him, Jiu-ge groaned beautifully against his shoulder, arms trembling as they wrap around Yuanyuan’s front, pulling him back to meet every thrust. “Gege!” Shen Yuan digs into the flesh of Jiu-ge’s arm, leaving red marks in his wake. He feels sharp teeth tear into his shoulder, the sharp pain drowned out by building pressure in his dick. He’s lost in sensations, unable to pinpoint what his body was feeling. A tongue lapped hungrily at the new bite wound, gege’s length drove into him, slamming against his poorly abused prostate, that powerful hand stroking the length of his cock in full.
Honestly, no one could blame Shen Yuan’s sudden shout, tears dripping down his cheeks as his body shakes with an orgasm. His semen plastered against his chest and blankets, staining that beautiful hand of his gege’s. Jiu-ge fucks him through his first, slowing the rhythm and speed of his hips.
Shen Yuan hiccuped and huffed, heart still hammering in his ribcage. Jiu-ge was still very much hard, even grinding his hips in low rocks to keep the friction. “Gege is so kind to this one,” he reached behind him and, with quick fingers, grasped the base of Jiu-ge’s tail, giving a sharp tug. His gege jerked forward, hissing a warning directly in Shen Yuan’s ear. He did not heed these warnings, his sensitive ass still grinding back against him, fingers massaging deep around the man’s tail.
“Wait—!!” He could feel his stomach drop when Jiu-ge slipped free, panicked he might’ve pushed a wrong button. His mind scrambled for a solution, blanking the moment his face smacked against the pillows, his ass now elevated for his gege’s eyes only. His body was trembling, ears pinned down as Jiu-ge’s hand came to pet them, distracting Yuanyuan as he re-entered him. His gege’s manners really had left him, for he began a manic thrusting, finding himself deeper and deeper with every forward motion. To Jiu-ge, the only true way to describe Yuanyuan was being surrounded by velvety hotsprings, that feeling in his chest when he finds himself safe and home. The clinching around his cock was impossible to truly describe, and how he wished he’d been the only one to enjoy such a feeling.
To Shen Yuan, it felt as if his body had split in two. The warm tingle of his fingers and toes while tossed in the middle of winter. Like a body, heavy and soft, had been laid over him and covering his entire being. Jiu-ge was warm and oh-so pleasant, his feminine features pinched together as with a few more thrusts, both men came.
It hit them suddenly, Shen Yuan was the first to unravel. His second orgasm numbed the tip of his nose, tearing at his pillows as his body chased Jiu-ge’s, desperate to keep him inside, to keep him close.
Yuanyuan’s body pulled him in, milking his gege for everything the cultivator was worth. He rode out his climax with short, shallow thrusts, stuffing his cum inside to keep from slipping free. Jiu-ge purred first, and the loudest. He nuzzles Shen Yuan’s neck, letting his tail swipe across the feline’s ankle. Shen Yuan responded with his own enthusiasm, cocking his head to the side and rubbing their cheeks together. “Hm.. Gege treats me so well.” It was spoken like the upmost truth that Jiu-ge found it hard to disagree.
As per usual, Yuanyuan is left to recover while Jiu-ge cleans up the mess, pulling his robes back over his form with Yuanyuan’s clean robe hanging close. With much time to spare, both men took a moment to breathe and recover before shifting. There, on the clean blankets, a brown cat with long head whiskers curled tightly around a slightly larger white cat, his ears as long and elegant as previous fingers. Attached to his side were two pairs of dwarf wings, too weak to support flight to the creature attached to it. It made for perfect cover, however, when it was draped lovingly over his kitty companion. The two felines groomed the other, going back to the soft, idle gossip of their weeks apart.