Buying Heaven

Buying Heaven

A Futa-Town Tale

Saturday morning.

"I still don't understand why he needs to come here," snapped Mary White from the front passenger seat of the family's minivan, pulling into the carpark of the 'Heavenly Connections' super-store.

"Mary, please," replied her husband Tom with a weary tone, scanning for any free spots from behind the steering wheel. "We've waited three months for this appointment. David's already paid his deposit, and we've accepted that it's what he wants."

"I don't recall accepting anything," sniffed Mary.

Sitting quietly in the back seat behind his mother, David surveyed the three-story, mirror-glass-fronted building they'd just arrived at, trying his hardest not to engage.

"But the Match Makers will only be a fraction of this price. Think of the money he's wasting!" continued Mary, clearly unwilling to acquiesce.

Sitting in the other rear seat, Emily reached across and took hold of her older brother's hand, squeezing it gently. "We're here for several reasons, mother," she interjected. "First and foremost, David knows exactly what it is he wants, and whether you agree or not, he'll find it here. And secondly, Nanna White was equally specific in her will, so money isn't an issue."

Mary's already stormy expression darkened further at the mere mention of her late mother-in-law. "I rue the day those snooty witches offered you that damned apprenticeship," she said, turning in her seat to shoot her daughter a withering look. "You were insufferable enough as it was."

Seemingly unaffected by the remarkably personal attack, Emily smiled back at her mother brightly.

Glancing at his sister, dressed in her grey satin apprentice-witch's robes, topped by a small fascinator-like broad-brimmed conical hat, David's mood buoyed. He may well be the big brother, but the extremely intelligent and equally attractive nineteen-year-old was unquestionably the force majeure of the two. As their mother resumed facing forward, he squeezed her hand in return. "Thank you," he mouthed silently.

Emily winked mischievously as she leaned over. "It beats spending a Saturday studying at 'The Academy' in my dorm."

"Here we go," said Tom with a note of relief, spying a good parking spot and pre-positioning the minivan to reverse in.

Unable to help herself, Mary continued grumbling. "It doesn't make any sense. He's only twenty-two years old for the Gods' sake. A college graduate, gainfully employed... and not altogether unattractive. Why can't he find a normal wife the normal ways?"

"I don't know, mom," said David, finally feeling forced to defend himself, "maybe it's the example you've set my whole life."

"Ha-ha!" laughed Emily with genuine delight.

"That's not helping, David," said his father, while bringing the minivan to a stop. He applied the park-brake and killed the engine before patting his wife's hand. "He's just nervous, is all."

"Ungrateful, more like it," said Mary.

David exhaled deliberately, refusing to allow the occasion to be spoiled before it even began. An excited chittering in his ear made him look sideways. Staring back at him from the seatback beside his shoulder was Wren, Emily's loyal pet fairy. The glowing pixie hopped on the spot, fluttering her translucent wings and offering what he assumed was encouragement. He smiled back at her reflexively, "Thanks, you."

"Make sure you leave that dusty pest in the car," said Mary, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"No way," responded Emily, already halfway out her door. "C'mon Wren! Make sure you stay close, or that horrible old crone might eat you up."

Wren squealed as she took flight, speeding after her mistress, zigging and zagging, leaving a trail of sparkling dust in her wake.

Taking another deep breath, David released his seatbelt and followed the others out.

Crossing the car park, he noticed a similar family group making their own way towards the super-store's entrance. Clearly more cohesive than the White family, a girl was pointing excitedly at Emily, having recognized her prestigious - albeit racy - garb, as well as being delighted by the sight of Wren flying in dizzying circles overhead.

Nudging her brother with her elbow, Emily nodded up towards the towering third floor. "You're almost there, bro," she said quietly. "How exciting!"

As they approached the glass entry-doors the White family found themselves inspected by two strikingly attractive, Futanari security guards, standing sentry-like on either side, eyes hidden behind mirrored aviator sunglasses. Neatly pressed guard-uniforms strained to contain their powerful female physiques and ample breasts while their impressive crotch-bulges were clearly outlined by the taught fabric of their pants. Glancing up, David smiled at the bright yellow and orange banner hanging overhead, boldly proclaiming, '20% OFF SPRING SALE!'.

Passing through, the White family emerged into a tastefully decorated storefront, similar in appearance to an expensive hotel's lobby.

"Good morning, and welcome to Heavenly Connections!" said a friendly voice from behind the front desk.

Mary wasted no time responding to the neatly uniformed retail assistant, who smiled politely at the new arrivals. "We're the White family," she declared. "I'm Mary, and this is Tom. Our son David has an eleven am appointment," she said, conspicuously failing to introduce Emily.

"Of course," said the assistant, simultaneously confirming the information on her computer screen. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she added, before noticing Emily standing at the back. "And an honor to have a witch visit us as well," she added.

"Apprentice-witch," corrected Mary quickly.

Ignoring her mother, Emily nodded politely, just as Wren landed lightly on her shoulder.

As the second family group from the car park arrived in turn, Mary felt obliged to hurry things up. "David's looking to purchase a wife," she stated bluntly.

Rolling his eyes, David held up a hand. "That's not exactly accurate," he said, noticing his mother's stance stiffen in response.

The assistant continued to smile engagingly. "Ooh, how exciting!" she offered. "Well, you've certainly come to the right place. Heavenly Connections is 'The Kingdom's' premier provider of indentured paramours," she recited.

"How exactly does this work?" asked Mary, unwilling to take a back seat.

Clearly familiar with overbearing parents, the assistant gestured to one of several saleswomen waiting a respectful distance away, who'd been discreetly listening in to the initial exchange. "This is Rebecca," she said as a pretty woman joined them. "Rebecca, meet David, Emily, and Mr. and Mrs. White."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," said Rebecca, looking extremely relaxed and professional.

Mary responded first again. "Just Mary and Tom, is fine."

"Mary and Tom, of course," acknowledged Rebecca. "And its David who's in the market today, if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yes," answered David.

"Do you know what you're looking for, David?"

Having hoped he would not be asked the question so directly in front of his parents, David's discomfort became quickly apparent.

"A girl?" prompted Rebecca respectfully. "A boy?" And when he still didn't respond, "perhaps something more exotic?"

As soon as she'd said the words, mini cloudbursts exploded around Mary and Tom's heads, obscuring the pair from their shoulders up within swirling clouds of sparkling pink smoke. Teetering only slightly, the pair slumped forward into statue-like stupors.

Emerging from behind her parents, Emily smiled innocently while tucking her wand back up into her sleeve. Seeing Rebecca's stunned expression, she explained casually. "Don't worry about them, it's just a little bewilderment jinx," she said, leaning in towards the saleswoman conspiratorially. "The fact is," she continued, "David knows exactly what he wants, and it's more than likely up on the third floor." She paused to jerk a thumb back at her mother. "But if she doesn't feel that he's at least considered more conventional options first, she's going to be a right royal pain in the ass."

Rebecca understood implicitly. "Of course," she replied, smiling in collusion, "Mum's the word."

"Excuse me!" said Mary, the pink smoke starting to dissipate from around her head. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to refocus her eyes, clearly unsure what had just transpired, "what are you whispering about, Emily?"

Emily turned back to face her mother, knowing that neither parent had any clue what she'd just done to them. "I was just complimenting Rebecca here, on how nice her ass looks in this skirt," she offered.

Mary rolled her eyes in exasperation. "For the God's sake, Emily, can you please not embarrass us any more than you have to, just this once?"

"Of course, mother," said Emily, casually stepping away from the saleswoman.

Blushing only slightly, Rebecca indicated toward the nearby display floor. "Please, if you'd all like to follow me."

Beyond the storefront, Heavenly Connections' first-floor showroom was a brightly lit, wide open expanse, interrupted only by the thick concrete pillars that supported the upper floors and the crisscrossing escalator bank that accessed them in its center. A clearly defined path left the space between it and the high exterior glass-walls open, so as to display the super-store's magnificent wares.

Passing the first of many potted ferns dotted along the path, Rebecca began her oration. "The first floor is our 'Unrestricted Collection', where anyone with an appointment can browse. For first time shoppers, it can be easiest to think of it like buying a new car. I can either take you straight to a specific make and model if you know what you want, or we can browse through the yard systematically." She looked at David directly. "Do you have a preference?"

"Systematically sounds good," answered David, playing along with the saleswoman's ruse for his mother's benefit.

"Of course. We'll start with the women, or 'girls' as they're referred to, when on display. The men are likewise called 'boys'."

"One question," said Mary, as they passed a group of excited shoppers going the other way. "How is this legal? Isn't slavery forbidden within The Kingdom?"

"Absolutely," confirmed Rebecca, "it's a practice, punishable by the gallows. However, the Queen has no objections to her citizens voluntarily entering into legally binding perpetual indentureship. Meaning, anyone is allowed to sell their 'Personal Title' to Heavenly Connections, which we then on-sell to buyers like yourselves."

"How do you know it's voluntary," asked Mary skeptically. "Couldn't someone be coerced, or forced to sell under duress?"

"No," answered Rebecca with certainty. "All volunteers are magically evaluated by an associate witch or warlock, to ensure their sincerity. You won't find a soul within this establishment that isn't here by their own choice." She looked to Emily, "I'm sure you'd be aware of such safeguards?"

Emily nodded in response. "Correct. Several witch enterprises use similar volunteers, and they're assessed in the same way. It's legit."

"And what about their education? Are they really... trained lovers?"

"Every para you see today..."

"Excuse me, what?" interrupted Mary. "Did you just say, para?"

"My apologies," answered Rebecca. "Para is short for paramour, the term we use instead of concubine," she explained. "Each has received accredited training in grooming and deportment, to Certificate II level minimum, delivered by a Kingdom approved institution."

Mary appeared impressed despite herself.

"That's nothing to sneeze at," agreed Tom beside her, hoping the answers would start placating his exacting spouse.

"If you would prefer, or require a Diploma level," continued Rebecca. "I'm afraid you'll need to engage with a Finishing School. Heavenly Connections has several that we're more than happy to recommend.''

"No, that's fine," said David from behind her mother's back, while rolling her eyes theatrically for Emily's benefit.

His sister smiled in return as they arrived at the first group.

"Here we have our girls," reiterated Rebecca, gesturing towards the evenly spaced individuals standing casually in two rows, on the other side of a red-velvet rope barrier. "Ages nineteen to twenty-five. All categorized as submissive, and bisexual. Ready to fulfill their duties as both a devoted companion, and accomplished lover."

David felt his arousal stir as he gazed upon the two-dozen naked girls, looking back at him coquettishly. Deliberately diverse in their appearance and physical attributes, there was somebody to suit almost any taste.

"If you would prefer someone older," continued Rebecca, "we have a partner-store that specializes in pre-loved units. Or, if you require anyone older than forty, that can be arranged by appointment."

"I should hope not, young man!" declared Mary, her tone indignant. "The very thought of you being attracted in... that way, to someone my age, is more than a little unsettling."

Politely dismissing the interruption, Rebecca spoke directly to David. "Do you see anything you like?" she asked.

Whispering out the corner of his mouth, David prompted Emily. "Well?"

Nodding almost imperceptibly, Emily whispered in turn. "Auburn hair, with freckles."

David quickly spotted the girl his sister indicated. He guessed she was in her early twenties, very cute, with shoulder-length hair and bright green eyes. She smiled at him while twisting on the spot, displaying her petite physique for his inspection. He felt his cock harden further in response. "That one, please," he said, pointing the girl out.

Mary bustled quickly to get a better view. "Oh, she's delightful!" she exclaimed, as the girl walked forward to the barrier. "And they're all fertile too, aren't they?"

"Of course," answered Rebecca.

Mary's eyes misted. "I can just picture the grandbabies now; they'd be so adorable!"

David groaned at his mother's incessant goading, despite his best effort.

Emily stifled a snicker in turn as she stared lustily at the arriving girl, knowing her brother had only called her over for her benefit.

"Don't you get to look at enough naked babes at work?" he hissed.

Emily's eyes never left the girl's ample bosom. "There's such a thing as enough?" she replied distractedly.

Still sitting on her mistress's shoulder, Wren laughed at the response, showering more sparkles as she did so.

David smiled in reply, bumping her hip playfully and causing Wren to have to take flight.

"Would you like to inspect her more thoroughly?" asked Rebecca. "Physically, that is?"

"No, that's alright," answered David. "I think we can move on."

It was unclear who was more disappointed by his response, his mother or his sister. Even the Auburn-haired girl seemed to have recognized the apprentice-witch's lascivious admiration and adjusted her posing accordingly.

"Next we have the boys," said Rebecca, "the same specifications, and dispositions as the girls; nineteen to twenty-five, submissive and bisexual."

"That's okay," said David. "I'm not really into guys, per se."

"Tisk, tisk, young man," said his mother. "There's no reason we can't have a quick peek."

"That's okay Mrs. White," said Rebecca, "we need to pass by them anyway."

Walking beside his wife, Tom's expression clouded slightly at a perceived hypocrisy, but he knew better than to say anything now.

Passing around behind the central escalator bank, the group arrived at the boys. Each was just as handsome and diverse as the girls had been beautiful. They likewise stood casually in rows behind a velvet rope, more than happy to be scrutinized with their cocks on full display. The second family that had arrived just after the Whites were here already, a young man within their group pointing to a particularly well-endowed para, his relatives nodding their agreement to whatever he was saying.

Tom, David and Emily glanced only perfunctorily as they passed by, leaving Mary alone to fall back and gawp, her jaw falling reflexively.

Maintaining her stride, Rebecca led the group around to the third side of the escalators. "And then we have our 'sissies' and 'femboys'," she said.

"Tell me," said Mary, hurrying to catch back up, "what exactly is the difference between the two?"

It was clearly a common question. "Sissies, are typically defined by their innately submissive personas, along with the gratification they derive from being dominated. But they don't feel compelled to feminize, not as a general rule anyway. Femboys, on the other hand, are committed to passing as female at all times. Which is not to be mistaken for cross-dressing, which is more of a hobby, or pastime. And femboys may, or may not be submissive. It really depends on the individual."

Mary appeared to mull the response over as they all came to a stop.

David swept his eyes over the third group, which was clearly a combination of two smaller ones. To his left, he could be forgiven for assuming that he was simply looking at second collection of pretty girls, until their complete lack of breasts, and additional dainty cocks became apparent. In fact, so convincing was their dedication to feminization, that even Emily seemed taken aback by their beauty. These were the femboys as described.

To his right, the second group appeared curiously androgynous, like staring at a cryptic artwork, that caused his mind to vacillate between two interwoven perspectives, each fighting for predominance. One moment they looked male, the next female. These were the sissies.

Mary frowned as she watched her son's admiring gaze drift among the femboys. "Really, David?" she chided. "There's lovely girls standing right over there, but you want to look at... these, instead?"

"Okay! Thanks for that, mom!" said Emily, loud enough that it might double as an apology to all those within earshot. She turned to Rebecca as her brother fumed. "Perhaps we can move on up?" she suggested.

"Of course," answered the saleswoman, "If you'll follow me."

A moment later the group arrived at the base of the ascending escalator.

"Good morning, Mel," said Rebecca, addressing the single Futa guard, whose job it was to block any inadvertent admittance. "These shoppers have access to the upper levels," she confirmed.

"No problem, Miss Rebecca," replied the guard, taking her hand off the baton she carried at her hip and stepping aside to permit passage.

Waiting for their parents to follow first, Emily took hold of her brother's arm, as they stepped side by side onto the same moving stair. She squeezed his bicep reassuringly. "Here we go bro," she said excitedly.

Landing on his sister's shoulder again, Wren animatedly squeaked her own anticipation.

* * *

Reaching the top of the escalator, Rebecca addressed her clients anew. "Welcome to our 'Premier Collection'," she announced. "On this second floor, you're welcome to touch the paras on display as they mingle amongst prospective buyers. But of course, we do ask that you keep said contact respectful."

David glanced around, noting the layout of the second-floor showroom. Ostensibly it was identical to the one below, with pillars and a further set of escalators overhead accessing the highest level. But there were no velvet ropes this time. Here, the paras were free to walk around and mingle, both with prospective buyers, as well as themselves. He estimated there to be around fifty of them, while other buyers were in the low double-digits.

"I don't see any real difference," snarked Mary, still begrudging her son's refusal to select from the girls below.

"I understand," answered Rebecca, professional as ever. "Allow me to explain. Firstly, only paras who've distinguished themselves through their most ardent aptitude for submission, can be found here. Truly, the ones on this floor have a near fanatical capacity for masochism, which you will soon see. And secondly, this is where we display our 'dick-girls', and 'Futanari'."

Hearing the word Futanari, Tom's attention suddenly piqued, his head swiveling around to try and glimpse a naked one.

"And what exactly are they?" asked Mary.

"Don't be ridiculous, mother!" scoffed Emily. "Nobody believes you don't know what a dick-girl or Futa are. You've been walking around 'The City' with them your whole life."

"Excuse me!" replied Mary, affronted. "Of course I'm familiar. I meant I want to know what the difference is."

"Pffft!" snorted Emily. "As if you don't already know that either."

"Listen here you..." began Mary, before Rebecca's calm voice interrupted.

"It's no problem at all, Mrs. White. Heavenly Connections is always happy to assist." She glanced at Emily, her eyes conveying her tolerance for such things. "The subtleties and specifics would confuse anyone," she said soothingly.

"Exactly!" said Mary, satisfied that the saleswoman had sided with her.

"And don't mock your mother like that, young woman," said Tom, still glancing around, apparently happy to choose a side now that potential conflict had been averted. "Apprentice-witch or not," he added distractedly."

"Sure dad, whatever you say," she responded drolly.

Keen to maintain the tenuous peace, Rebecca continued. "The Kingdom's enchanted lands have affected a great many magical evolutions on its population," she said. "Dick-girls and Futa are just a few of them. The first are born with the true traits of both sexes, their bodies completely female, while their reproductive organs are male. And while this is also superficially true of Futa too, they're clearly distinguished by their height and powerful physiques. Where people go wrong is reproduction. When a dick-girl impregnates a woman with a female child, which is a fifty-fifty probability, there's a fifty-fifty chance, it'll be a dick-girl too. But when a Futa impregnates a woman, it's a ninety percent chance of being Futa, and only ever a boy otherwise."

"There," said Mary smugly. "That wasn't so hard."

"I have a few final points regarding the second floor before we continue," said Rebecca. "Heavenly Connections is not a brothel. However, if a sale is imminent, you may request a trial experience under the supervision of a staff member. You'll likely see this happening as we walk around. When you do, please respect the diverse and often... imaginative appetites being indulged, without passing judgement or making comment."

"Trust me," replied Emily, "this family only judges and comments on itself," she said.

"In the name of the Gods, Emily, can you really not help yourself?" admonished her mother. "I thought being a witch meant possessing a sense of class? Clearly you're not that far along in your training."

Now familiar with the White family's caustic dynamic, Rebecca began leading them around the showroom.

As if to prove several of the saleswoman's previous points, the group immediately encountered two fully naked sissies, preparing to enjoy each other's company. The first was a very pretty blonde with a pixie-cut hairstyle, kneeling upright on the floor with his back to the other, his hands clasped loosely in his lap. The second, an equally attractive brunette, first acknowledged Rebecca before slowly applying tension to the length of nylon rope he had wrapped double around the blonde's neck. As he began to be asphyxiated, the blonde made no effort whatsoever to resist. Instead, he remained kneeling in position, hands still clasped as he stared straight ahead stoically.

Transfixed, the White family watched the pair in silence, their expressions conveying a variety of emotions. First was Mary, who held her hands together in front of her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief that this could really be happening. Beside her, Tom shook his head slowly, debating whether or not he should try and affect a rescue. Next was David and Emily, who both watched as if observing a scientific experiment, internally debating the most likely possible outcome. Beside them Rebecca's face was a mask of calm, indicating that this was just another day at work.

Continuing to apply tension to the rope, the brunette waited until the blonde was on the brink of unconsciousness, then relaxed his grip. The blonde's relief was immediate, and he began drawing in one deep breath after another, until the brunette placed a flat hand directly over his mouth, simultaneously blocking his nostrils as well. The blonde's eyes flared in anguish, but just as before, he made no apparent effort to resist. Satisfied, the brunette removed his hand and leaned forward over the blonde, cradling his head and kissing the still gasping sissy passionately.

"And that," said Rebecca, turning away from the two breath-play aficionados, "is what separates the second floor from the first, it also explains the corresponding increase in price per unit."

Watching her lead on, the White family exchanged looks that ranged from incredulity, to wonder, to respect.

Next, they passed a comely girl, tied securely to a large wooden cross, her ample body stretched wide to its limit by ornately knotted ropes tied around her wrists and ankles. Breathing shallowly, she trembled and whimpered in pain, wordlessly enduring the clamped weights that hung pendulously from her erect nipples and swollen labia, their sharp needle-teeth biting deeply into her softest flesh. Directly in front of her, a further saleswoman spoke enthusiastically to a mother and daughter pair who were keenly observing the torture, while being verbally enlightened as to the scientific aspects of the girl's distress.

This time it was Emily who fell behind, biting her bottom lip subconsciously as she stared at the girl's resigned face. Only when Wren chittered noisily in her ear, did she return to her senses and hurry on.

After that, was a naked femboy kneeling upright in an empty, old fashioned tin bath, being peed on by a male customer, who was naked from the waist down. The thick yellow stream splashed all over the submissive's supple body, soaking him thoroughly before the man aimed higher, hitting his beautiful face. At the direction of yet another staff member, the femboy opened his mouth and allowed the bitter fluid to splash inside.

The group had circumnavigated fully half of the second floor, observing single paras and a few more demonstrations that included spanking and flogging, before Rebecca finally brought them to a stop. "And here in this remaining area," she said, gesturing ahead, "we have our dick-girls and Futa."

David scanned the area indicated, and counted roughly fifteen or so naked individuals, interspersed with several customers and staff. Each appeared like an eye-catching female at first glance, with plump breasts, narrow waists and feminine hips, but all possessed a swinging cock and balls between their legs also. The biggest actual difference between a noticeable few, was their height and build. While the majority were slender, and within a few inches of David's own height, one way or another, the last few were comparative giants, built like physique-athletes, their cocks commensurate in size.

"Why are there so few Futa?" asked Tom, his tone conveying a hint of disappointment.

"Really, Tom?" asked Mary, glancing at her husband as he stared openly at the nearest Futa's impressive member. "I can see nothing's changed after all these years?"

"Don't be like that," he replied, still staring. "They're just very... impressive."

"Why didn't I listen to my mother when we met?" she muttered, making a show of distancing herself from her spouse.

"The reason is simple, Mr. White," said Rebecca, answering Tom's initial question. "Futa are not naturally submissive. Quite the opposite in fact. These few you see here, are the unicorns of their race." She turned to David. "Would you like to spend some time here?" she asked.

Despite being enamored by the numerous dick-girls; David shook his head. "No, thank you," he answered.

Nearing the end of the final second-floor area, the sound of a low, guttural moan made the group stop and look around. To their side, a fully naked young man could be seen lying on his back, supported atop a divan, with his head flung back and his eyes shut tight. Lying between his legs, a gorgeous Futa spread his thighs wide with her strong hands, simultaneously rotating her hips back and forth to slowly slide her fat cock in and out of his ass. The shivering man moaned again as the cock completed another stroke, massaging his prostate as it did so. As always, a saleswoman was standing a discreet distance away, watching aloofly as a steady stream of pre-cum oozed from the man's own erection and pooled on his flat stomach.

Enraptured by the sight, a reciprocal moan sounded in Tom's throat before he could catch himself.

"Oh, for the Gods' sake!" decried Mary. "I've had enough of all this! I'm going back to the car." And so saying, she stormed off, reaching the escalators and heading straight down without a backwards glance.

"Okay honey," replied Tom to nobody, still totally fixated, one hand inadvertently reaching to grasp his own erection through the material of his pants.

"Holy shit... fucking result!" exclaimed Emily to David and Rebecca in a mock whisper. "Let's go, before he realizes what just happened.

Barely able to suppress their combined laughter, the remaining trio quickly scrambled, ditching Tom and making for the escalators to begin heading up, Wren trailing along brightly in their wake.

* * *

Still trying and failing to suppress their laughter, the snickering trio soon arrived at the top of the second escalator, finally reaching the long-coveted third floor.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Rebecca spoke first. "And finally," she said, "we have the 'Platinum Collection'."

Glancing around, David observed the now familiar layout. The only real difference was a faintly flickering yellow illumination, that seemed to compete with the more prevalent neon lighting.

"Look, Wren!" said Emily excitedly, pointing up at the ceiling and the many tiny birdcages that hung there. In each, a single bright fairy flittered and squeaked, their effervescing sparkles drifting down like otherworldly snowflakes; literal fairy-lights.

"Your little friend is more than welcome to play with them if she likes," offered Rebecca.

"Go," said Emily to Wren without hesitation, a glimmer in her eye as she watched her pet streak up towards her suspended kin.

Alighting on the wire of the nearest cage, Wren pressed her tiny body against it and reached through with enthusiasm, embracing the naked male fairy inside. A moment later and she was giving the likewise amorous pixie a vigorous hand-job as he clasped the wire with both hands and leaned back.

Emily's mouth fell open as she continued staring up. "Maybe I should buy her one?" she pondered aloud.

David and Rebecca both laughed again. "So cute," offered the saleswoman.

"So, it's true?" asked Emily, looking back down. "You really have a magical collection?"

"We do," answered Rebecca. "The third floor is our 'fae' collection. Here we stock 'elves' and 'fawns'."

"Fuck yes!" cried Emily, scanning the immediate area for a glimpse of the closest female hybrid. Seeing one, she practically skipped over, before clasping the unsuspecting fawn-girl's face between her tender hands and initiating a passionate kiss.

"I can see where Wren gets it from," said David, smiling at his sister's sapphic display, and assessing the fawn who was now returning her kiss with equal enthusiasm.

She was essentially no different from the girls on the first floor, excepting the delicate antler that grew upwards from the top of her head, and her twitching pinnae ears. In addition, her watery brown eyes were noticeably larger than a regular human's, topped by long curling eyelashes. And across her nose she displayed a collection of tiny 'white spots', her version of the amber-haired girl's freckles. The same camouflage dots were visible in long vertical lines down her back, larger in size and connecting the back of her neck to the crevasse between her buttocks.

"So," said Rebecca, looking directly at David, "what is it that you're actually looking for?"

Looking back, David answered without hesitation. "Elves," he said, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"I thought so," stated the saleswoman, smiling mischievously. "Come this way," she said.

Following, David quickly found himself surrounded by the most wonderful beings he could ever have imagined. Native to the 'Elf Realm' - as were fawns - elves were by far the most beautiful and ethereal creatures to inhabit any of the 'Three States'. Immigration of their kind to The Kingdom was common enough in these modern times, as were humans leaving to reside amongst the fair folk, but there was precious few of them willingly engaged in the professional pleasure industry, much like the paucity of submissive Futa. The 'Nether Lands' had its own specific elf-adjacent race, but that dark variant was more likely to capture their peaceful cousins and trade them into slavery than anything else.

"Would you like to be further specific?" asked Rebecca, watching him look around at the fifteen or so naked examples on display.

David mentally catalogued everything he'd seen so far today and formed a picture in his mind; combining the specific traits he found most desirable. Taking a deep breath, he began reciting the list. "I'm thinking a femboy-elf, as cute as the auburn-haired girl on the first floor, as accommodating and adventurous as the paras on the second, who I can lose myself with as ardently as Emily and that fawn."

Rebecca took a moment to unpack the very detailed Christmas list, before suddenly clicking her fingers. "You've just described Silwyn," she beamed, looking around expectantly. Her expression slowly deflated however, as she failed to see who she wanted. She addressed the nearest individual instead. "Have you seen Silwyn," she asked.

The beautiful girl-elf bowed respectfully, before gesturing to a comparatively empty corner of the showroom. "He's being trialed," she answered softly.

David's initial exuberance faded as he saw Rebecca become despondent. "Are we too late?" he asked. "Did I miss out?"

"I'm not sure," she answered. "Let me go and enquire."

"I'll come with you," said David, feeling inexplicably compelled to at least glimpse whoever the saleswoman was thinking of.

Reaching the quiet corner indicated, David saw the most stunning elf he could ever have imagined, staring straight back at him with ice-blue eyes, their long blonde hair pulled back into an elaborate braid, as was customary for female elves. Feeling the world move beneath his feet, all peripheral sight and sound seemed to fade to the background as he studied the sublimely radiant creature.

The femboy-elf was leaning forward over a single ornately carved wood chair - the back of which faced toward David - their hands clasping the top of its backrest for support as they stood on one foot, the other raised up on the chair's flat seat, pressing their knee into their chest. Strangely, it also appeared as if someone out of sight was repeatedly pushing them in the back.

As his senses slowly returned, David finally realized what was occurring. The femboy-elf's unusual pose was for the benefit of a particularly energetic customer standing directly behind - his pants crumpled down around his ankles - better allowing him to thrust his cock in and out of their ass. The man pumped away enthusiastically, gripping his lover's narrow hips as he did so, overseen by a saleswoman who nodded at Rebecca in acknowledgment of their arrival.

"I'm so sorry, David," whispered Rebecca as she returned the other saleswoman's gesture. "That is Silwyn."

David felt only numbness at the revelation. "That's okay," he replied, barely hearing himself as he continued to observe. Glancing down, he looked through an opening in the chair's backrest and saw that Silwyn's cock remained flaccid, indicating his lack of arousal, despite the thin sheen of sweat coating his flawless ivory skin.

"Would you like to see the others?" asked Rebecca.

Still feeling a mysterious need, David shook his head. "I'd like to keep watching, if that's allowed?"

As if he'd just heard David's words, Silwyn pushed back against the chair, straightening his torso and pulling back his lithe shoulders to grant David a better view of his exceptional body.

David's cock hardened in response as his heart pounded against his ribcage, the sound of his pulse swooshing in his ears. Not knowing exactly why, the corners of his mouth twitched into a shy smile.

In response, the beautiful femboy-elf smiled back, his eyes sparkling.

David felt an electric charge surge through his nervous system.

"Simply stunning," said Rebecca, just as mesmerized as David.

Glancing down again, David saw that Silwyn's cock had begun to swell. Was the femboy-elf getting similarly aroused by seeing David watch him?

"Wow! That's fucking hot," said Emily, re-materializing beside her brother and watching the show likewise. Glancing over at him, her brow creased. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he answered.

His musing didn't last long. Behind Silwyn, the man's thrusts had become more frantic and he called out with abandon. "Gods, I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck that!" responded Emily without hesitation, whipping her wand out at the same time.

A cloud of sparkling pink smoke exploded around the man's head just as his orgasm arrived. "Ahh, Ahh, fucking what? Ahh!" he protested as his body stiffened and his thrusts ceased. "What the fuck?" he cried again, his countenance remaining obscured by the jinx. Taking a shaky step back, he withdrew his cock as if it were painful to do so.

David and Rebecca both turned to look at Emily, equally speechless.

The apprentice-witch just shrugged. "Only the worst ruined orgasm he's ever experienced," she offered. "With a splash of acute homophobia thrown in."

Now standing a few steps back from Silwyn, with the magical smoke starting to dissipate, the man gestured angrily at the femboy-elf while looking over at his own saleswoman. "What the fuck is this?" he demanded, his tone revealing disgust. "I didn't ask for fucking... this!"

The saleswoman was apoplectic for a few moments, before finally finding her voice. "Sir, I'm not sure what you mean? You were very specific..."

The man didn't wait for her to finish. With cum dripping from the end of his rapidly deflating cock, he began shuffling off, just as fast as he could while trying to pull up his pants.

Moving to follow, the confused saleswoman looked to Rebecca, clearly wanting an answer.

"Sorry," whispered Rebecca, "I'll explain later."

As the departing pair disappeared into the showroom, the remaining trio turned back to look at the now solitary figure of Silwyn, who seemed just as confused as the saleswoman. Holding one hand behind his back, he pressed two fingers against his anus in an attempt to plug it, stopping the man's cream-pie from leaking out.

Not hesitating, David walked straight over and dragged the chair aside. "Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned for the other's welfare.

"Yes, thank you," answered Silwyn, speaking with a distinctly feminine tone that was only slightly deeper than a woman's. The look on his face indicated that such consideration was both unexpected in the moment and uniquely unfamiliar in general.

Certainty gripped David's mind as Emily and Rebecca arrived. "I want to buy him," he asserted, before either could say anything.

Rebecca answered first. "David, please don't feel pressured," she counselled. "Let our staff clean Silwyn up, and re-prepare him, so you can perform a proper inspection."

"Agreed," concurred Emily. "Pump the brakes there, tiger."

A further thought occurred to David. "Can we clean him?" he asked.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Do you mean, you and I?"

"Yes."

Rebecca's eyebrow lowered as she considered the request. "It's not exactly standard practice. But there's no actual reason why you couldn't either," she confirmed.

"Excellent," interjected Emily. "I need more time to finger-fuck all the fawn-babes in here anyway. Until I get chucked out, that is." She looked around at the ceiling until she spotted Wren pressed against a different cage, now being fucked through the bars by a well-endowed fairy on the other side. She shook her head. "And I don't think Wren's ready to go either."

"You enjoy our fawns," said Rebecca, "I can tell my bosses that a most generous witch offered to perform some quality control auditing, pro bono."

"Apprentice-witch," winked Emily, before slapping David on the shoulder. "Take your time, big bro," she said.

"Love you, sis," said David, watching her turn and head back towards the fawns.

"Well," said Rebecca, "I can certainly say that this has been the strangest day I've ever had at work. And I'm not sure there's not more to come." She looked between David and Silwyn. "So, if the pair of you would like to follow me."

Taking the initiative, David reached for Silwyn's free hand and took it gently in his own. A jolt of electricity ran up his arm as they made contact, causing his hand to squeeze involuntarily. Looking over, Silwyn's own expression made it clear that he'd just felt the same exciting sensation.

"I'm David," said David, smiling shyly.

Silwyn smiled back. "It's a great pleasure to meet you," he replied.

* * *

"In here," said Rebecca, holding open the door of a spotless, white-tiled bathroom and ushering both David and the femboy-elf through.

Still holding Silwyn's hand, David assessed the available amenities. There was a toilet on one side, as well as a free-standing bathtub with a combination waterfall and detachable showerhead. Shelving along one wall displayed a vast collection of toiletries, as well as stacks of neatly folded white towels. In front, a full enema-bag hung heavily from a tall stainless steel IV-pole on wheels, appearing like an upside down, sky-blue hot-water bottle.

Closing and locking the door, Rebecca saw Silwyn still holding his ass. Moving with purpose, she wheeled the enema kit over to his side. "First things first," she said. "Let's get you cleaned out properly."

"Can I do that?" asked David, eyeing the coiled tubing and rectal nozzle with curiosity.

"If you'd like," she answered, seemingly unsurprised by the request.

Remembering himself, David looked at Silwyn. "Do you mind?"

"You don't need to ask his permission," reminded Rebecca. "Silwyn's purpose is to serve."

"I understand," nodded David, before asking again. "May I?"

"Of course," answered Silwyn, observing the once again uncommonly considerate potential buyer in turn.

"You can take your hand away now," said David, kneeling behind Silwyn while taking the long rectal nozzle from Rebecca.

Doing as instructed, Silwyn removed his hand, allowing cum to ooze out from his ass.

"Spread your cheeks for me," directed David.

Using both hands, Silwyn did so unabashed, fully exposing his soft, wet core.

"Brace yourself," advised David, before deftly pushing the long smooth implement up into the femboy-elf's body.

Silwyn made no noise as the nozzle quickly nestled into his ass. As soon as it had, David opened the tap where the tubing connected, initiating the flow of warm saline solution into his colon and bowels.

"Is that okay?" asked David.

"Yes," answered Silwyn. "I've been cleaned this way many times."

Seeing the cum running down the inside of Silwyn's legs, David asked Rebecca to hand him a towel. Taking it, he began wiping the viscous liquid away. By the time he'd finished, Rebecca informed him that the enema-bag was empty. Standing, he noticed Silwyn's eyes were closed, and his expression had become one of deep concentration. He reached up and caressed his cheek. "Are you still okay?" he asked.

Silwyn nodded silently.

"Over to the toilet," instructed Rebecca, wheeling the IV-pole behind as Silwyn did as he was told.

As Silwyn sat down, David reached behind and carefully pulled the nozzle out; causing the sound of splashing water to sound loudly in the bowl.

It didn't take too long for Silwyn to finish fully evacuating himself.

"Over to the bathtub," said Rebecca.

Already there, David adjusted the taps, waving his hand through the detachable head's water stream and ensuring the temperature wasn't too hot. As steam started to rise, Silwyn stepped into the tub in front of him. Behind, Rebecca retrieved a loofa and selected a body-wash as he began cascading the water over Silwyn's shoulders.

The femboy-elf trembled as the warm water ran down his body.

"Is it too hot?" asked David.

"It's perfect," answered Silwyn, closing his eyes.

David's erection strained against his underwear as he studied Silwyn's hairless body, deeply enthralled by the athletic yet slender shoulders, the tapered back and narrow waist, the perfectly rounded ass cheeks and long shapely legs. He studied the beautiful cock with rivulets of water running down it, as well as the smooth scrotum beneath.

Realizing where David's gaze had settled, Silwyn blushed slightly, as if this was the first time he'd exposed himself to a prospective lover.

Returning to join the pair, Rebecca handed David the loofa, which now glistened with fragrant body wash. Placing the exfoliating sponge on Silwyn's shoulder, he began methodically washing the femboy-elf clean, determined to enjoy every moment.

The next half-hour felt like a dream for David, as he deliberately took his time to clean every square inch of the femboy-elf's body. He treated the experience like an exercise in Zen-meditation, allowing his thoughts to wander of their own accord, stirred by the many facets of the exquisite flesh he gently bathed. Finishing with the feet, he looked up and realized that Silwyn was fully erect, just as he was himself. Standing up, he gently wrapped his hand and fingers around the rock-hard appendage.

Silwyn gasped at the touch, closing his eyes as David began slowly pumping his shaft.

Hearing Silwyn moan, David leaned forward deliberately and softly pressed his own mouth over the other's lips.

Silwyn responded immediately, pressing back and opening his mouth to invite David's tongue inside.

David did just that, continuing to kiss Silwyn sensually, enjoying his taste and the feeling of their slick tongues sliding together.

"I can't hold on," gasped Silwyn into David's mouth. "I'm going to cum."

Breaking away, David dropped to his knees and placed his mouth over the head of Silwyn's cock, continuing to pump the shaft as he did so.

Silwyn placed one hand on top of David's head, grasping a handful of his hair, while the other gripped his shoulder for support. Rocking his hips slightly, he began fucking the man's mouth ever-so-gently. It didn't take long for his orgasm to arrive. "Please! Yes!" he panted.

David kept his lips locked firmly around the cock, milking the hot, thick, salty cum that jetted into his mouth. He remained there until the shaft stopped pulsing and twitching at his touch, unwilling to miss any of the precious seed. Then, carefully removing the cock from between his lips, he swallowed the load carefully in two gulps, relishing the taste and sensation of it sliding down his throat.

"That was very, very sexy!" said Rebecca as David stood back up, running his tongue around the inside his mouth.

"Thank you," he smiled, still enjoying the aftertaste.

"I'll get a towel," she said.

Reaching up, David cradled Silwyn's cheek in his palm again. "Would you like to come home with me?" he asked hopefully.

The femboy-elf smiled almost bashfully, looking cuter than ever. "I would love to."

Smiling in return, David leaned forward and kissed him again.

* * *

An hour later, David and Silwyn walked out of Heavenly Connections, making their way back to the White family's minivan hand-in-hand. Beside them, Emily kept pace, a self-satisfied look on her face. No longer having the energy to fly, Wren clung in exhaustion to her mistress's shoulder, fatigued from her orgy in miniature. In his other hand, David clasped Silwyn's Personal Title, which now legally belonged to him.

Looking ahead, David could see the silhouette of his parents, already in the van, clearly engaged in an animated quarrel. Sighing, he turned and gave Silwyn a quick kiss on the cheek. "I want to apologize in advance," he said, "for the people your about to meet. Unfortunately, you can't choose family."

"Isn't that what you just did?" asked Silwyn, smiling back at him.

"Gotcha there," said Emily grinning.

"How long do you think she'll sulk for?" he asked, clearly referring to his mother.

"A little while," answered Emily. "But don't worry, she won't stay angry, not once you get this sexy thing into a wedding dress and give her a grandbaby."

David stopped in his tracks. "And just how are Silwyn and I supposed to do that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "The grandbaby that is."

"Easy," answered Emily, looking at him as if he was a simpleton. "I'm going to be a qualified witch in a few years, which means having access to any spell I want. And better yet, it won't cost me like everyone else. So, I don't really need my share of Nanna White's inheritance money."

David suddenly understood. "You'd do that for me?" he asked incredulously.

"Ah-huh."

"You're saying that I can use your share to take Silwyn to Wicked Witch's Wishes?" he confirmed.

"That's right, bro," she grinned. "You're gonna get this boy pregnant!"