Looping 2

Garland dialled a number that he had to find in the junk files of his comm under ‘notes.’ It was Aphra’s Agent. Or, they claimed to be her agent. The first and only time he spoke with them was when they contacted him to explain the necessity of the cage for Aphra’s career and that it wasn’t a dealbreaker, but it is relatively important. He finally had it in him to call and ask.

The comm rang and after a few too many rings for a professional it picked up and Garland heard the gruff voice of Aphra’s supposed agent.

“Uh, yeah, hello?”

“Hey, this Garland.”

There was a long pause and it sounded like the agent was covering the receiver. “Right! Right. Garland. Thanks so much for understanding. I can tell you’ll take great care of Aphra going forward.”

“Sure, sure. I was just wondering if you could group call Aphra. My mom, her producer, is with me and just has some questions for both of you. Then I can leave you with her while me and Aphra talk about lunch tomorrow. Kill two birds, you know.”

“Oh… Uh. Sure. Sure. You got her number, right? You can make the call.”

Garland waved Lajoi over. She smiled, cleared her throat and stated sternly into the receiver.

“It’s imperative that you are the one to call your client.” She winked as Garland mouthed ‘thanks’ to her. She nodded and made an ok hand sign. There was another long pause, then the man began to speak again in an awkward tone.

“Ah shoot… That girl. Wouldn’t you know I tried to get ahold of her but I guess she’s busy with a-”

“A shoot?” Lajoi asked.

“Right! Right. You would know.”

“We don’t have anything scheduled today, hon. You should know.” Lajoi asserted.

“Listen, you may be the producer-”

“Executive Producer. Also, you sound a lot less ‘female’ than the agent I spoke to before.” Lajoi smirked.

“Uh… Gotta go!” The line went dead.

“He hung up.” Garland remarked.

Lajoi sighed. “I’m glad you came to me. Falling for some type of Phishing scam like that would be bad for us as a whole.” She eyed her son closely, noting that the blond tips of his ears were shaking a little at that comment.

“You didn’t fall for it, right? You didn’t let him do anything?”

“N-no no. Nothing related to Aphra or your work.” Garland skirted around the subject of the cage he was tricked into. If this was the successful timeline he wanted his mom to not know about that. His father, however… As that thought crossed Garland’s mind Lajoi shrugged.

“Fuck. You know it’s probably HexCorp.”

“HexCorp?”

“Those Bees are trying to get a stranglehold on entertainment. Honestly, the idol section of my department has been struggling for a while… We’ve spent a mint on keeping Aphra on our ticket and it’s looking like we may not even make a return.”

Garland looked at her with concern. It was the first time he had asked or heard about that.

“I’m sorry… What? Does that mean Aphra’s in trouble?”

Lajoi laughed. “Not exactly. Her career as an Idol, maybe. But she’s about to become my daughter in law so I don’t think it’s accurate to say she’ll be in trouble. Far from it.” She patted Garland on the shoulder, which then of course became a grope and a squeezing, smoothing hug.

“Love you~”

“L-love you too, mom.”

“Mwah~” She kissed his cheek a little too close to Garland's lips before releasing him.

“Okay, okay! Jeeze… Is dad around?” He asked, wiping his face.

“Your dad’s visiting with one of his nephews who just floated into town.”

“Nephews? So that means-”

“Your cousin, yeah. Here, I’ll send you the address. It’s a new place that opened up nearby.”

Garland left his parents home to go find the address. It led him to a rather gaudy, pedestrian restaurant in the middle rises. A restaurant with a big orange sign that said BOI’S. He walked in and looked around for a few moments before a slender, feminine male with white hair and red eyes walked up in short orange and white athletic shorts, knee-high socks, sneakers and a belly shirt that showed off his abs with the restaurant’s lettering on it. He eyed Garland up and down briefly, then asked.

“Are you here to put in an application? The Manager’s out right now.”

“Why would I be here to put in an application?” Garland questioned in an annoyed tone. But, for some reason he could not remain annoyed at the server.

“Sorry… I’m here for my dad and cousin. Aniyub with white hair and another Aniyub.”

“Oh.” His face filled with recognition.

“Follow me.”

He led Garland to a bar-side table where his father was sitting with another worker. They seemed to be sharing a big girly drink with salt on the rim.

“Dad?”

Asra turned and was only surprised for a moment before immediately standing and hugging Garland. He could tell immediately that his father had already had a few more. The other boy looked mostly fine.

“Hey~ How’s it going, Son?”

“Good? Uhm, is that-”

“Oh, my manners.” He cleared his throat.

“This is Meru. He’s my sister’s son. He works here.” As he introduced him, Meru offered a friendly smile and a wave.

“What is this place?” Garland looked around.

“Oh, it’s just a themed sports restaurant. I was thinking of investing since Meru spoke highly of it. Since I used to be a semi-pro I was also thinking of doing some modelling.” Asra rubbed his chin.

“You could try it, too. Might build character and you’d fit right in.”

Garland eyed the various servers. All male, that he could see. All were in tight, feminine clothing with a thin veneer of ‘sports’ theming.

“Why the hell would I fit right in?”

Asra chuckled nervously. “Oops, sorry, son. You don’t have to, of course. Anyway, did you come to visit and meet your cousin or are you a fan of the wings? They’re really good here for some reason…”

“I actually had something to show you and discuss with you.”

After spending a polite amount of time with Meru while being served by the silver-haired boy Garland felt compelled to leave a decently-sized tip for him and left for a private place with his father. Once they were alone Asra asked.

“Alright. What is it you wanted to show me?”

Garland figured it was best to just rip off the bandaid. “Here, look… I thought you’d know something about it.”

Asra blushed lightly and leaned down. “Oh… Yeah, I know a bit.”

“Sure. I figured with you and mom’s relationship-”

“Huh?” Asra cocked his head to one side quizzically, ears perking up.

“Well… I mean… I know Aniyub guys tend to be pretty submissive so I assumed… You may have grown up around this stuff.”

“Not really.” Asra scratched his cheek.

“This isn’t really something that would be found commonly in Aniyub culture.”

“Eh?” Garland looked at him.

“Yeah. It’s kind of a misunderstanding to assume we’re submissive. Aniyub tend actually be quite masculine, you know? Relationships are mostly symbiotic with a pretty traditional bend. Women take on the role of mother and nurturer and men the protector and provider and the only real difference is the value placed on our women and their role. Does that make sense.”

“Y-yes.” Garland said awkwardly. He did not know that, despite living with his father his whole life.

Asra smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about it. You grew up in a Fox household. It’s also part of our culture to kind of just… Accept that the female side of the household sets the tone and the pace of everything at home. So I’ve been slowly learning how to be a Fox and so that’s mostly what you know, too.” He perked a brow.

“As for this little number on you.”

Garland cringed as it was called little. “Dad…”

“Sorry. This device is pretty expensive. It’s moulded steel. It would take heavy machinery to get off without the key, so that means it’ll require a lot. But I guess that’s what Aphra must be into.” He offered politely.

“I wont judge.”

“Okay… That’s basically all I needed to know.” Garland sighed.

“Uhn… hey, son?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t like wearing it you should tell Aphra you don’t like it… Even from my perspective with you joining her family and her making the decisions, I think that it’s not fair to just unilaterally decide something for the other.”

“Thanks dad.” Garland hugged him.

As he was leaving the restaurant he noticed a hover car out front with blacked out windows. An older model. He stopped nervously, then decided to walk around to give it a wide berth. As he had his attention on it he bumped into someone with two big cushions on their chest. He bounced back and was about to apologise when he saw the girl.

“Hey twink…” She trailed off, then smirked and finished saying.

“-le toes. You really put my boy on the spot. That was rough to listen to… But, you know… If you bring your family, especially your mom, into this I’m gonna have to start treating ‘em as fair fuckin game.”

“Y-you! It’s the girl with the overloaded cock!” Garland stammered out while pointing.

“The f-fuck you just say to me, cunt!?” She pushed Garland down so easily again and stepped over him so that he was staring up at the heft bulge in her pants, with the purple tuft of pubic hair peeking out.

“Get away…” Garland begged.

“What’re you gonna do to make me?”

“I-” Garland stopped, noticing Mithra look up.

“Little miss, could you please stop bullying my Son?” Astra asked. Garland tilted his head back and noticed his dad standing comfortably behind him in his robes with an awkward smile.

“What? You this fuck-face twink’s fuck-face twink dad?” She asked, stepping over Garland to the extent that her bulge rubbed into his face. He inhaled the scent that it gave off, even through her pants, and shuddered.

“What’re you gonna do, even? You’re basically just like him, foxy boi. Twink.” She made a move to push him, but Asra did not move and instead Mithra stopped, feeling around his chest, then arms.

Asra looked at her calmly. “Twink?” Beneath his robes Mithra felt a wall of solid, tensely wired muscle. She stepped back.

“Fuck! Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” She stormed off quickly. Asra let her. As soon as she was gone and the car sped away he began to look wobbly.

“D-dad! Are you okay?”

“I was so scared… Even girls are joining gangs now? That’s so sad… What if she pulled a knife?” He looked to be on the verge of tears and grabbed for Garland.

“You don’t owe people money, right?”

“Relax!” Garland sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s fine, dad, I just ran into her and she got upset.”

Asra shrunk a little. “That’s how these things start, though… If they bother you again use your panic button. This type of thing is what Corp Sec is for.”

“Good idea. But I don't think it’ll be an issue. Thanks for standing up for me, dad.” He eyed Asra’s shaking form.

“Even if you were scared.”

“What else are dad’s for?” He managed to get out. Garland ended up helping his father home without him stumbling from walking on wobbly legs. Lajoi heard what happened and immediately began doting on him as soon as he was home while Garland left early to find Aphra as soon as possible.

“Hey, are you free?” He asked as soon as she picked up.

“Yeah. What’s up?” It was definitely her voice. Smooth and melodic. Aphra was by all accounts a goddess given flesh. That was the advertisement, anyway. She had modifications done to her hair. It was silver, normally but took on a pearlescent tone in different lighting, providing a sparkling, shining halo while different parts showed different shades of pinks, blues or platinum as she moved and the hair moved. Her eyes, which were pink normally, had the same modifications that made them a kaleidoscope of shades of blue, purple, pink and gold depending on the lighting.

“Do you have anything you need to tell me?” Garland asked.

“Yeah.” She responded quickly. His heart sank.

“W-what is it?” He choked out.

“You sound weird? Are you okay? Anyway, I heard through my agent that you’re mom caught a guy pretending to be my agent thanks to you. You did me a big favour, Garland, thanks a lot~”

“No problem.” He felt relieved.

“Let’s meet up. I wanna thank you.”

He blinked. “Really?” It was the first time she really offered so openly to just meet up spontaneously. Most other times had been set up ahead and were fairly procedural. This time she genuinely did sound like she wanted to see him. Garland felt like he was going to cry.

“Yeah? Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m great! Let’s meet up right away. My place or yours or… Do you wanna go out?”

“I was just making dinner. I’ll take out some more pasta and make you some so just come over.” She offered in a friendly tone.

“Wait… You cook?” Garland asked. There was a bit of a pause. She chuckled.

“Yeah, silly. I guess you don’t know it because it’s not in my studio bio. Doesn’t fit the ‘character’” he could hear the air quotes.

“But… I really like cooking.” She sounded genuine.

“Anyway, come over. I want a second opinion on my red sauce.”

Garland immediately made the trip to Aphra’s studio-provided apartment. He knocked on the door and waited a minute, getting nervous when she didn’t answer. As he was about to knock again and try the handle it opened. Aphra was in the entryway with an apron on and some casual, but still quite trendy clothing.

“Sorry. I had to wash my hands.” She invited him in.

“Close the door, okay?” She asked, turning.

“I gotta check the pasta. Al dente is good for you, right?”

“Uh, yeah? I think.” He could hear her laugh at his uncertain response. He thought to himself while going to close the door.

Aphra wears these simple clothes when she’s alone and likes cooking… I thought I cared a lot about her, but I just knew what she showed out in public. He was feeling quite bad about claiming to love her. He did, of course. Garland knew he needed to try harder to win her over and make her smile for real. Just as the door was about to click shut it stopped.

“Huh?” It then swung open suddenly, knocking Garland to the floor.

“Ouch…” He looked up, becoming horrified to see Mithra standing in the doorway with her hands stuffed in her pockets and hr cock stuffed into her pants ineffectively to the point that it was practically showing over the top.

“Who the hell do you think you are!?” Garland shouted, going for the panic button on his comm. Mithra acted fast, slapping his hand away and plucking the device from where it was clipped to his ear. Once she had it she grinned widely and announced.

“Miss Steal Yo Fuckin Girl. You can call me that or Ma’am, Master, Mistress, Boss or if you care to remember you can just use my fuckin’ name you piece of constipated shit.” She stepped over him, going straight for the kitchen with a strut and a bravado to her step that was incredible. If he were not watching someone going to fuck his fiance Garland would feel a little impressed and aroused by the introduction. As she was about to reach the end of the hall Garland called out.

“Mithra!”

She stopped. Her short, red-spotted black jacket with red fur and red lining could be seen from the back. It had a large ‘M’ embroidered on it. She turned slowly, looking at him hesitantly.

“You… Do you remember me?”

Garland gulped. “Well… I’ve seen you around. I know you’re a gangster! I’ve already run into you and I know you’re stalking me!”

She threw her head back, covered her face with one hand and cackled. “Ah, yeah. Shit. That would be the only reason you know my name. Bitch said this might be the case, but I guess you remember everything, huh?”

Garland’s eyes widened. “You do, too?”

She huffed. “More than your dumb ass.” She looked extremely annoyed for some reason. Garland tried to play it cool as he noticed Aphra coming up behind her with a cast-iron. As she raised it and brought it down Mithra simply reached up and stopped it easily with one hand, then took it and tossed it down the hall.

“No…” Aphra stumbled back.

“My money… You can have all of it. Just don’t hurt us!”

Mithra grabbed her and began to drag her. She smiled at Garland. “Hey. You wanna know something fun? This girl is pretty faithful. Every time, at the start, she always resists. She always ‘tries’ to be faithful.” As she walked out of sight with Aphra into the kitchen he heard her add.

“Just thought it’d be an upsetting thing to know, considering what the fuck is gonna happen next.”

Garland slid around the corner, ready to try and protect his woman at least. What he was met with instead was the sight of Aphra pinned to the floor, her skirt flipped up and her ass in the air. She was being pressed into the tile while the pot boiled over in the background. Mithra lifted her nose to the air and sniffed.

“That’s not El Dentay, or whatever…” She shrugged, eying garland with a Hyena-smile.

“Took me a bit to get this technique just right… The ‘Insta-Loss.’ Works fuckin great thanks to my ‘equipment.’ That ‘overloaded’ cock as you called it.”

Garland watched in horror as Mithra’s member was poised at Aphra’s cunt. Her cock was definitely of gnoll origin and seemed to have some dual piercings running up the length. Garland watched as in one motion Mithra deflowered Aphra. The Idol’s eyes rolled up as the soda-can thick cock completely hollowed out her insides with a single thrust.

“No…” Garland groaned, squirming in place. He stumbled back, then fell on his ass again, sliding back against the wall as the scene played out, framed by the kitchen entryway.

“Yes!” Mithra grunted, pulling out slowly and methodically as Aphra arched her back, drooling and straining on the tile floor. She was pawing the floor for purchase but her hands just ended up slipping around. She gave Aphra’s ass a firm smack, then just started mercilessly rutting into her, pushing her more and more into the floor as she was almost compressed forward by the weight and power of the fucking.

“Eh… Eh… Ahhh~” Aphra groaned at first, then slowly a dazed expression crossed her face and she lost consciousness. Garland watched as, over the next five hours Mithra went through the slow, methodical process of waking Aphra up while she was still on Mithra’s cock, making her aware of the reality, then continuing until finally she was able to stay awake. Garland was able to see his Fiance learn in real time to worship at Mithra’s feet and beg with need for her monstrous member to fill her back up again. Then gradually enthusiasm seeped into their lovemaking more and more, and derision… Mithra drew Aphra to her side completely with whispers and kisses and affection until it felt like the girls forgot Garland existed. But in those moments where he could pretend to be an observer, Mithra **** Aphra to acknowledge the cuck watching them and smile and laugh with her between moans and pleasured gasps.

Garland watched Aphra being changed. The Idol, the girl that he wanted to save and make smile faded from view completely, supplanted by a cock-worshipping sex-**** to the powerhouse that was Mithra. He passed out before tasting Mithra’s cum this time, mercifully, but he was shaking as he found himself once again at the cafe.

“N-no…”

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