Monster Mansion

IRO

“I get it, I get it. You’re all super bummed, but we all saw this coming. And you’ve all been showing up way too much, so it’s time for a little break.

“Just keep tabs on my socials, and I’ll let you know when this might make a comeback. Okay?”

With a playful pout and a blown kiss to the streaming camera, he signed off. “Go have some fun. I know I will. Laters.”

The live stream ended, and he slumped in his chair, drained.

“How do people keep this up for so long?” he wondered aloud, pushing back from his desk and spinning to face his roommate.

“And why me? I didn’t think I’d get this popular. I was thinking a hundred followers, tops, but thousands? Tens of thousands?”

His roommate, a pretty college girl sprawled on the bed across the room, lowered her book to look at him over the top, one eyebrow raised.

“Because, Iro, ever since your kind arrived, everyone’s been obsessed with a real live femmy dog boy teasing them on stream. And a lot of people just can’t resist drooling over a cute trap like you.”

Iro, the streamer in question, tugged at the tight neckline of his form-fitting sleeveless top and swallowed uneasily.

“I’m not that much of a trap…I just…look and sound like this.

“And you’re the one who pushed me to stream, Beck,” he said, his voice a unique blend of feminine and masculine tones.

Rebecca, or Beck to Iro, closed her book and stood up. She walked over and placed her hands on Iro’s thighs, barely concealed by his skin-tight booty shorts, the fabric causing his furred skin to bulge slightly.

She looked up at his slim frame and feminine features, his gray-and-white fur, and pointed dog ears.

“I know, and you paid your way through college with donations. Was showing a little skin and fur on cam so bad? Besides, you love attention, don’t you?”

Iro’s tail wagged slowly through the hole in the back of his chair as Beck leaned in and nuzzled his face with her own. “I guess. Will you come visit sometimes?”

Beck straightened up and scoffed. “Obviously. Where are you going again?”

Iro stuck his tongue out and huffed. “Home. The transfer program gave me a lot of good times, you included, but it’s getting tiring being everyone’s good dog on the streets. I need a break.”

“And did you find a place? You said things were getting crowded over there since some humans started moving in.”

Iro sighed. “Yeah. A job too. Two in one. Live-in occupation. Not too many details, but the pay will keep me afloat while I look for something bigger, and the rent is covered as part of the job.”

Beck turned back with a worried look. “That doesn’t sound very legit. You sure it’s not some kind of scam?”

Iro chuckled. “No, not really, but I’ve got a good sense for danger. I’ll be fine.”

Beck bit her lip as she approached Iro again. “And a good sense for a few other things. One more round? Before you go?”

Iro smirked. “You’re going to miss me after all, aren’t you?”

Beck lightly nipped his nose as she leaned back over to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to miss that bussy you talk about all the time. Get on the bed, dummy. You leave in an hour, and I want you to have to waddle out of here.”

Iro felt a blush spread across his face, his fur standing on end in anticipation.

He let his tongue hang out of his mouth and panted eagerly as Beck released her hold on him and walked to the dresser to grab a large, canine-shaped strap-on dildo and started stripping off her clothes.

Iro jumped onto the bed and positioned himself on all fours, tail wagging excitedly as he watched Beck lube up the toy and approach with a lusty grin on her face.

“Beg, puppy.”

Iro shivered and put on the needy face he used on stream to coax viewers into donating as he looked over his shoulder at the approaching girl. “P-please will you wreck my little bussy, Becky?”

Beck smirked as she reached Iro and unsnapped the button that held the tail hole of his shorts closed, yanking the tight fabric halfway down his thighs. “You know I will, pup. Howl for momma now.”

Iro raised one hand and curled his fingers in a wave as he tilted his head slightly. “Arooo?”

Beck scoffed again as she lined up the silicon toy and pushed into the waiting hole, causing Iro to let out a genuine moan as his asshole was stretched wide.

“That’s better,” she said as she started thrusting into him, grabbing his tail and pinning it against her chest to keep from being hit in the face as he happily wagged his big, fluffy tail.

“Do me a favor. Hold this,” she ordered as she continued to thrust, pushing Iro’s tail forward until he managed to grab it in his teeth, humming happily as she pounded his ass.

Reaching down between his legs, Beck grabbed his moderately sized cock and began stroking, running her hands over the bulbous knot at the base all the way to the pointed tip before rubbing back up.

Iro whimpered and squirmed under her touch, clenching and unclenching as he fought an impending orgasm.

Beck felt his tension through his cock and smirked. She knew how to finish him off. While maintaining her rhythmic speed, she began going deeper until she was at the base of her toy, buried in his ass.

She bent over, pressing her bare chest against his thinly-covered back and whispered into his ear, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Iro tensed up at her command as she finished stroking his cock. Once more, she cupped the tip with her hand, and he whimpered into his makeshift tail gag and came into her hand, clenching around the toy in his ass.

Worn out, Iro collapsed forward, sliding off the knotted toy. He rolled onto his back, panting playfully and holding his hands up to Beck. “T-thanks, mommy!” he joked.

Beck chuckled, falling beside him. She held out her hand, covered in cum, to his mouth. Iro licked the sticky fluid off her palm, humming contentedly when he finished. Beck pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss this. You can bet I’ll be visiting soon.”

***

Iro waved goodbye to Beck as he walked into the airport, his pack slung over his shoulder. He grabbed his suitcase and headed through security.

It had been years since he’d last been in an airport, not since he’d left his home island to attend college in the United States. Things were different now.

Everything was easier, less intense. The airport staff didn’t seem to care about his dog ears and tail. Other passengers, however, couldn’t help but stare. One even recognized Iro from his streams and asked for a group selfie.

When the flight finally ended, Iro stepped out into Inasa City. It was one of the largest non-human societies, located on an island a few hundred miles off the eastern coast of Japan.

This was his home, and he could smell it. Seeing mostly non-humans bustling about, running food stalls, airport security, and everything in between, made the fur on his body stand on end.

Sure, there were humans too, but they were the minority and were more than accustomed to the sights. For once, Iro could blend in.

He left the airport and hailed a taxi, giving the driver the address on the job hiring slip he’d received. As they drove deeper into the city, the scenery began to change.

The tightly packed apartments gave way to spacious manors and mansions. The signs became more artistic and there were fewer pedestrians.

The taxi stopped in front of a large, gated mansion. Ivy climbed the walls and the bricks looked like they’d weathered many lifetimes.

As the taxi drove away, Iro was left standing in front of the gate with his backpack, suitcase, and the clothes he was wearing.

“Okay, Iro, you can do this. Just…walk up, introduce yourself. No one knows you here. You’re just…getting a job and a home…” He gave himself a pep talk as he approached the gate.

The ornate metal bars swung open as he neared, causing his tail to puff up and his ears to perk up.

The soft sound of hooves caught his attention. He braced himself for kidnappers to jump out from the bushes, but instead, a female centaur in a pinstriped suit appeared.

She had long, blonde hair and a stern look on her face. Iro found himself distracted by her impressively large chest and the hint of cleavage visible through a boob window, causing his cock to stiffen.

“You. You’re Iro, right? The new maid?” she asked, her tone firm and her words clearly pronounced.

Iro, slightly dazed from imagining his face buried in her chest, shook his head to clear his thoughts. “The new what, now?”