Bless This Mess

Garland tightened the hood he was wearing to keep a low profile as he parked his bike in the neighbourhood Mithra lived in. It was the address she gave him. He hoped it wasn’t just a trap. He stopped, noticing a human and a large wolf staring at him, and it with grins. Garland backed up and tried to call her.

“What? Don’t tell me you got cold little feet.” She said immediately upon answering.

“Uhm…” He leads in uncertainty, speaking with a small, quiet voice so as to not be overheard.

“I- Is it safe to park my bike out here on the curb?” There was a long silence.

“Yeah. You’re so stupid, you know that? I’ll take care of it, just stop stalling, twinkerella. Your castle awaits.” She hung up.

“Castle?” He looked up at the building. Old and deteriorating. It must have been built as one of the first generations of skyscrapers.

“How the hell is this safe?” He wondered, stepping onto the curb. A gnoll walked out of the building, ducking under the door. Garland froze. He walked past without paying the fox any mind and leaned on the bike, crossing his arms as he looked out at the building.

“H-hey! That’s-”

The gnoll nodded his head towards the open door. “The princess is waiting. Keke.” He cackled. Garland realised he was probably one of her guys. He turned and noticed the two ruffians walking off. He heard the human grumble.

“Let’s go, Rey.”

“Mm. Yeah.” The giant wolf nodded.

“Pool hall?” Their conversation trailed off as Garland walked up the steps and into the crumbling building.

Paint was peeling on the walls. There was a noticeboard on the inside, just after the entrance with a posting for repairs. It was about ten years old and there was mostly just graffiti and lewd magazines posted up around it. In familiar writing, purple ink on the page in large letters was ‘WHEN?’ written diagonally over it. Garland walked past the board and up to the elevator. There was an out of order sign. He squinted.

“W-what the hell!?” He remembered one time when there was a problem with their sink at home. If Olga, their maid, couldn’t fix it there were instantly two repairmen on scene to take care of it. This was an elevator, and it seemed like it had been out for quite a while. He walked towards the stairs and opened the door into the stairwell leading up. There were a pair of gnolls smoking on the side. Garland lowered his head and walked up. They just ignored him, snickering to themselves.

“I hear walking up stairs makes your ass look great~” One commented once Garland was past them. The other snapped back.

“Hey shh shh! That’s the Princess’s twink.”

“Ah, shit. Well… Just sayin” The two cackled at each-other like hyena’s after that as Garland ascended further.

As he got to the right floor he opened the door into the hall, freezing as he heard heavy steps and the sounds of metal on metal behind him. Against his better judgement he turned around and saw the terrifying image of a massive gnoll taking the stairs step by step. He had an oversized Light Machine Gun slung behind his back. He stopped behind Garland, sniffed, then pulled Garland’s hood down, seeing the fox ears perk up. After a few nerve-wracking seconds the goliath continued on down the stairs.

Garland stumbled through to the hall and shut the door behind him, holding his head in his hands.

“W-what the hell is this place!?” He stammered.

“Welcome to Paradise, darlin’.” A gnoll girl giggled, smoking beside the door. She was dressed up like a prostitute. Her and her friend. The apartment was theoretically called the paradise apartments, however the letters had long since fallen off, except for the d, i, and e.

Garland swiftly walked by. Then awkwardly stopped and walked by again the opposite way when he saw which direction the numbers were going. The girls cackled each time he moved past. As he was walking away he heard.

“Shame the little lady got dibs. I’d suck that little guy dry.”

The other questioned. “Money or-”

“Kek, what’s the difference?”

Garland was panting as he finally reached the door. As he was about to knock it opened inward into an incredibly dark closet. Mithra was standing ankle deep in some clothes that had been left where they fell and probably never picked up. Mixed in were some bags from the convenience store down the street and stacked food containers along the shelf near the door. There were a bunch of coats hanging from the rack, and at least one garbage back that was open and hanging from the coat rack. All of them, including the garbage, were collecting dust. Mithra was in a pair of tight shorts that showed off her cock fairly prominently. She had either put on, or always wore a jacket over a loose tank top. She did not have socks on.

‘The hell took you so long!?”

Garland leaned in and quietly explained. “This place is scary!”

“Pfft. Kahaha!” She laughed at him.

“Sure. Sure, I guess. Any other complaints, my prince?” She teased with a big grin. There was a rolled up… something hanging from her mouth and barely burning. Looking past her he could see a table that was dusted with the remains of so much ash and other dust and scraps from various **** all mixed together. Paraphernalia, cans with ash dusting the lip. The layout was very standard for an entryway, but then Garland noticed there were no doors. It was just… a room. A dark room lit by a tv that sat below a spinning AC unit that fully filled the single window, managing to block any and all light. The blinds were notably off kilter, as if they had been raised once incorrectly and got stuck once, never to be fixed again. There was a single queen mattress on the floor with two layers of covers strewn over. No sheets. He could see that she probably laid on top of one and under the other, like a comforter sandwich. He could not see the carpet. He could not know if there was one, or if it was hardwood. It boggled his mind that so much debris could litter the floor. In his home, if there was a single object laying around the maid would have picked it up instantly.

Aside from the bed there was the table that basically sat up against the side of the floor bed like a nightstand. On the other side of the table looked to be a couch that looked like some of the ones he would sometimes see people had put out to the curb. The ones his mother and father told him to never, ever touch, ever if he didn’t want to bring bugs into the house. Garland shuddered as, thinking of bugs, he noticed one peeking at him from one of the containers. He stepped back from the used container wall as Mithra abruptly grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

“What? Not what you were hoping for?” She seemed gleeful of his reaction.

“Here, take a drag to calm down. Lord knows I need it.” He offered the rolled up ‘something’ to him. He held his hands up.

“I- I don’t do tha-” His eyes rolled up as she pressed her lips to his abruptly and pushed smoke into his mouth, forcing him to inhale. He coughed and sputtered.

“Sheesh. Lightweight.”

“I told you I don’t-” He coughed one last time, exhaling deeply.

“D-don’t do that!”

She smirked. “There’s gonna be a lotta firsts, here. Gonna show you over and over again because we’re never escaping this loop. But hey, least your family and your girl are okay, right? Soooo noble. Noble Garland.” She mocked, kicking past him to shut the door with a slam. He cringed, hearing another garbage bag that hung from the door stopper.

He lowered his head and said the only thing that came to his mind. “How the hell do you live like this?” He flinched as she pinned him against her wall. Her hand slapped the wall beside his head and her face cleaned close. She stared deep into his eyes and he could see the dark bags under them and the deadness in them. She blew more smoke in his face.

“You know… It’s kinda funny. This loop.”

“Funny? It doesn’t seem funny at all, to me… I want to get out of here.”

“That’s the thing. Before then, I lived every day like a fuckin’ loop.”

“W-what?” Garland looked at her strangely. He squirmed as she reached out with her other hand and felt him up. His stomach, his caged cock and balls, then up his side to his neck. She wrapped that hand around his thin neck.

“You ain’t hard of hearing. Not with those satellite dishes. How ‘bout you listen, cocksucker.”

“F-fine. I’ll listen. It’s… the same?”

“Since long before, every day’s always been the same. Same place, same faces, same people, same things, same room, same bugs, same noise at the same time from the same fucikin’ hookers that live beside me, makin’ money off the same johns comin’ back for more day after day after day. Didn’t even know I was in a loop for the longest time, cause repeating over and over was just normal. It was just what happens here. You wait for something new to happen but it’s the same old shows on tv, the same news stories about a shooting or some bust a street over. None of this shit is new to me. I was looping this whole time. I’ve been looping ever since you-” She stopped and helped, leaning back. Mithra pushed her rolled up ‘whatever’ into one of the open cans and began very purposefully pulling down her shorts

“W-wait. Since I- Since I what? Mithra, can we talk about this?” Garland begged, only to feel her hand **** his butt down to the ground. She loomed, bending over him and shoving her cock into his face. He turned away.

“The fuck are you doing?” She asked gravely, wide eyes staring down at him.

“I…” He was unsure what to say.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted with you. You’d be my bitch, remember? Are you a liar?”

“No.” He shook, turning his face forward. He opened up and expected to feel it go in, but did not ever expect to feel her cock very suddenly **** all the way to the back of his throat. She gave it a few thrusts as he gagged and salivated over it. She just kept forcing the issue, however, until eventually Garland’s throat opened up and her cock pushed all the way in, blocking his airways. Strangely, even with the odd sour and savoury taste, even with the smell that somehow overpowered the foul scent of her room, all Garland could think about was how her purple tuft of hair above her cock was tickling his petite nose, because she had pushed her member that deep.

“Hooo…” She breathed, rutting into him as if he were her toy. She held his hair in her hand, gripping near his twitching ears as she made his tight throat into the world's most expensive fleshlight. The son of the CEO was on her cock, **** and gagging on it with snot dripping from his tickled nose and tears dripped down his cheeks. She felt close, muttering for herself more than anything.

“This is your life now. This is gonna happen every day… You’re gonna be my fucktoy, you twink bitch… If you think you can escape, think again. You’re gonna be with me every day until we go back, then you’re gonna come back and we’ll do it all over again till it’s over, or never. We’re never getting out of this, got that? Never…” As she said that, and at the height of Garland’s distress she came. He squirmed as her cock swelled up behind his teeth, locking her cum-pumping tip in his throat. He reached for his throat and squirmed and wriggled, eyes rolling up as she was stuck in and not allowing him any air. She exhaled, panted and idly stroked his ears, feeling how soft and fuzzy they were. She wanted to blow in them just to annoy and distress him. She smiled, seeing the last few struggles die down as he passed out. She groaned, threw her head back and pried his jaw enough to draw her still-leaking cock from his throat like a sword. She pumped it over his face just to add insult to injury. She looked down once he was out, placing the back of his hand in front of his nose just to make sure he was still breathing. Once he was, she stroked his hair, running her fingers through it. It was a wonder what product could do to a mane. They were both beastfolk but he was different.

“Over and over and over.” She smiled weakly, squatting down and cocking her head to one side once her face was level with his.

“Hmm.” She poked his cheek and smiled as she saw him shift. She poked it again and rubbed the seed she had layered over his face with her thumb, chuckling as he squirmed a little in his sleep. After a few minutes she finally picked him up and threw him over her shoulder.

“Hup.” She stood up and turned around, throwing him haphazardly onto the bed. She cringed as she threw him a bit too far, his head denting the wall.

“Sh-shit!” She rushed over and checked for bleeding, sighing with relief once she found he was fine. She chuckled, laying next to him as she heard garland was snoring. She laid her head over his chest.

Garland woke up later that night. His face was sticky and crusted and there was a weight on his chest. He saw the beast herself, Mithra, snoring on him, sprawled out across her bed. He slid out from under her very carefully and sat in stunned silence for a few minutes as he cringed to remember why his throat felt so scratchy.

“Ugh…” He left the room and found the two ladies that were standing outside the stairwell, in the same place, like they never moved.

“Looping…” he mumbled to himself, remembering what she said. He worked up the courage to ask them.

“Wh-where can I get cleaned up? Where’s the bathroom?”

“Oh, sweetie~ Looks like you got a bit messy. Well… I’ll tell ya. The bathroom here isn’t where someone like you goes to get ‘clean.’” She winked.

“What am I supposed to do?” Garland asked with faint exasperation.

He found himself in the gnoll women’s place. There was a large gnoll man sleeping on the couch, knocked out fully. She sat garland on the table and used some packaged wipes to clean his face.

“Gosh… lookin’ at you now, you really do got a pretty face.”

“Uhm… Thanks. Do you know Mithra?”

“Everyone does.” She offered idly.

“She’s the big man’s girl. The princess.” It sounded like everyone said it half-jokingly, but by the sound of things, everyone was being mostly serious.

“The big man?”

“Big guy with a big dark coat and a big gun. Scary black fur all over his face like a mask. If ya see him, you’re probably in trouble, mista~”

Garland looked down. “I saw him in the stairwell. He pulled my hood back and let me go.”

She whistled. “That’s lucky. Like findin’ a four-leaf clover.” She patted him.

“Well, you’re all cleaned up~ Come back if you need more servicin’” She winked.

“Th-thanks.” He walked out and stood outside her door. He grabbed his comm and called a number. A deep voice answered.

“Ja?”

“Olga?”

“Ja?”

“Can you come to a place… outside my place or my parents place? I… need something cleaned.”

“Body?” She asked gravely, leaning close to the receiver.

“N-no! Nothing like that. It’s another room.”

There was a short pause. She responded simply. “Ja.”

“I’ll message it to you.” He said. She hung up.

Ten minutes later the huge Grau woman wearing a traditional maid outfit beneath a heavy brown women’s overcoat walked up to the apartment with a large back full of supplies in one hand, and an adjustable mop over her shoulder in the other. She looked around, lifting a brow at him.

“L-look. Don’t ask questions, okay?”

“Ja.”

“And don’t say ANYTHING to my parents, got it?”

She smiled brightly, nodding as she did. She looked like she had figured something out.

“Ja.”

“Enough of that look, please! Nothing’s going on!” He opened the door. Her eyes shot open and she did a circle around her heart with her thumb and pointer finger joined. It was a religious gesture that she did when something sacrilegious happened. She furrowed her brow with determination, clutching her back and mop tightly.

“Ja!”

Garland stepped into the room in front of her. She had to duck her head right down and scrunch up. As she squished in she knocked over a few containers and Mithra shot up.

“My security system!” She shouted in a drowsy tome, staring at the door. She paused, not expecting there to be an actual intruder. She shook as she eyed Garland, who was looking back at her innocently.

“I-It’s my maid. She can clean this place up. She’s good at-”

“Get-”

“Ja.” Olga nodded.

“The-”

“Mithra?” Garland held his hands up in a stopping motion.

“FUCK. OUT! Get out!” She jolted up. Olga, the beast of a being backed up nervously into the hall. Mithra slammed the door in her face and put her back to it as she glared down at Mithra.

“What the fuck is your problem?”