Paying Rent (human(m)xyinglets(m),smut,OOPS, no butt stuff)

Paying Rent Part 1
>You are Anon: Criminal Mediocre
>Perpetrator of a somewhat well-known grain heist, picker of a dozen or so pockets, snatcher of jerky, and mastermind of a partially successful cattle hustle
>Those hustlers thought they could pin the whole thing on you, but what they didn’t take into account was your cowardice
>Can’t pin an absent patsy
>Anon: 1
>Life: 1559875
>Okay, self-deprecation aside, the point you’re making here is that you’re at worst a minor offender, a pathetic theif, and an absolutely abysmal outlaw
>You’re a baker by trade, but circumstances that rhyme with ‘shmabling shmets’ has led you to a life of inept crime
>Anyone who knows you can attest that you’re neither ballsy nor competent enough to commit an offence that would entail the death penalty
>And yet, here you are, hiding from guards for stealing a Guildmaster’s gold pendant
>Life likes to fuck you, and it’s hung like a Baxxid
>Anyway, you’re hiding under a pile of garbage, hoping the guards don’t bother checking the most obvious hiding spots
>Your hope is misplaced
>They’re tromping their way over to the exact alley you’re hiding in, their spears clattering on the cobblestones and their swords clacking in their scabbards
>You are so fucking dead
>“Heyhey!” A squeaky voice calls out “Hey human!”
>You turn around to see a Yinglet, perhaps the only creatures in the world with a rawer deal than you, peering out from under a crate “You gotta hide?”
>You nod, not daring to even whisper
>“You follow me,” the Yinglet said, waving you over “Under here, way out of city. I’ll show you, I’ll hide you real good!”
>You weigh your options
>For about two seconds
>A moment later and your down a hidden drain grate and into a runoff tunnel

Paying Rent 2
>The drain is small and filthy, you have to wriggle through it like a worm
>It’s times like this you’re glad Ol’ Veracroix outlawed the emptying of chamber pots into the street
>By the time you’re out you’re covered in everything but human excrement, but that’s a small price to pay if your head stays on your shoulders
>“Zis way!” The Yinglet calls out to you “You come wiz me to ze enclave. Ze guards will not look for you zhere!”
>You don’t ask questions, you can still hear the calls of the guards coming from over the city walls
>A litt`le later and you arrive at the enclave, it’s as crappy and squalid as you remember, with huts and dugouts as far as the eye can see
>“Come come!” he says, waving you on, pointing at a dugout hut
>You pause, the other Yinglets are staring at you
>“Zhey won’t tell,” he said “Guards used to come here to look for stolen stuff, no one ever told zem anyzhing, now zhey don’t come here. But if zhey see you here zhey will, and zen you get caught and get dead, so come in!”
>Can’t argue with that logic
>It’s cramped inside and it smells of smoke and clams
>In the light of the little fire you get a better look at your new friend
>He’s average height for a Yinglet, with dark brown fur and blonde hair, the tip of his left ear appears to have been bitten off. His only article of clothing was a too-large ratty red vest with numerous crudely sewn-on pockets
>You ask him what his name is, he replies “Caskad: zheif, brigand, pocket-wrecker!”
>You thank Caskad for his help, and ask if there’s anything you can do to repay him
>“Well, you could gimme ze goldy zhing for starts” he says, “Ze zhing you stole, yes?”
>You explain to him that you don’t have it
>“Gimme ze goldy zhing,” he repeats, pulling out a shiv “Or I shout and all ze boys come here an’ stick you. Zen we call ze guards and maybe get a reward? Now…take off your cloze.”

Paying Rent 3
>You peel yourself out of your filthy clothes until you’re down to your skivvies
>“Zrow zem to me,” he says, gesturing at the ground with his shiv “Here.”
>You do, and he picks through them, checking all your pockets for any hidden valuables
>When he finds nothing he frowns and looks up at you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth
>“Take it all off,” he points at your undercloth, chuckling. “Gotta check ze pocket, yes? Some boys, zhey hide zhings in zere if zhey have to.”
>You briefly consider overpowering him and wringing his scrawny scav neck, but even if you got past his buddies outside, the racket might attract the guard
>You remove the last article and place it on the ground, hands at your side
>He blinks in confusion, darting forward to inspect you “Humans got no pocket? Huh. Fancy-Hat Boy wasn’t lying after all.”
>You don’t ask what he’s talking about, afraid that it might give him other bright ideas about where you might be hiding valuables
>“Alright, get out,” Caskad grunts, kicking your clothes back to you “Zhose guards got you wrong, yes? Zhinking you some bigtime zheif! Well, you can’t stay here.”
>You frantically plead with him, telling him what they’ll do to you of they catch you
>“Not my problem,” he says “No money, no shelter.”
>You tell him you’re a baker, and you can work in exchange for room and board
>“Blech! Gross crusty bread! Yinglets don’t eat bread, stupid flatface! You can’t be seen, so you can’t work; you can’t work, so you can’t pay; you can’t pay, so you can’t stay! Now geddout!”
>You start to beg, you’ll do anything, you tell him
>He smirks again, a gleam in his eye “Oh? Anyzhing?”

Paying Rent Part 4
>Caskad struts around you, admiring your body “You know, zhere’s somezhing I’ve always wanted to try. Somezhing I hear about, but never really believed. Zat a lowly Scav like me could fuck a big proud human like you. I hear zat zis is possible.”
>You don’t say anything
>Caskad smacks your ass with a firm hand, it was like being spanked with a broom handle “If someone could make my wish come true, well, I’d have no choice but to keep zem around as long for as zhey want. So long as zhey, heh heh, pay ‘rent’.”
>You mutter something like an agreement and bend over
> “What are you doing?!” he says, somewhat affronted
>You explain butt-stuff to him, he looks disgusted “But poo comes from zhere! Is zis how the human boys fuck?!”
>You shrug, nodding
>”Disgusting! I’m not putting my dick in a human shitpipe! Zis is stupid, get out!”
>You implore him to reconsider, mentioning that you still had a mouth
>”So? What’s a mouz gonna do for me?”
>You explain cocksucking to him, and he considers it, eyes wide “I…I had heard zat certain Yingladies got no tongue barbs, and zat zhey can do somezhing like zat…I’d always wanted to try it! Well? Get to it!”

Paying Rent Part 5
>You kneel down and examine the morass of fluff between his legs, not sure where to start
>He snorts and grabs the back of your head, mashing his crotch into your face
>His dick slips out of a slit and pushes between your lips, mashing against your teeth
>You open your mouth and his cock slides into your mouth, he’s a lot bigger than you were expecting, four inches long and two fingers thick
>You understand the ‘pocket-wrecker’ moniker now
>You go to town, sucking and bobbing your tongue dancing over the length of his shaft
>Caskad gasps and grabs handfuls of your hair “Ooooyeahyeahyeah! Take it! Take it you human slut!”
>You try to pull off and protest the language, but he grabs your head, thrusting in and out of your mouth
>His claws dig into your scalp painfully, not quite breaking the skin, as he mashes his fluffy belly into your face, his turgid cock rampant in your mouth
>”Ah! Ah! Yeah! Suck it! Harder! Ah ah ah AH AH AAAAAH!”
>He presses his fluffy belly against your face, his cock pulsed as a surge of salty, bitter cum splashes against the back of your throat, pooling on your tongue and filling your cheeks
>Caskad panted, his cock twitching as his orgasm tapered off “Hoo…hoo…hokay. Whoa…yeah, you can stay.”
>You spit the bitter load out of your mouth and wipe your mouth, asking if you’re square now
>”For tonight,” he says, smirking “How long will zhey be looking for you, you zhink? A week? Two? I guess we’ll have to see.”

Paying Rent Part 6
>You wake up the following morning in your undergarments, bone-tired, trying and failing to ignore the taste in your mouth
>Caskad had developed a taste for oral, apparently, and Yinglets seemed to power nap instead of sleep
>There’s some commotion out by the door
>“One copper, or zhree clams, or special shinies, zat’s ze price!” you could Caskad said
>Caskad entered the tent with another Yinglet in tow, smiling as he did “Hellohello Anon, did you sleep well?”
>Oh boy, here we go
>Being a gambling junky, you’ve learned to suck a dick or two, but it’s not your preferred profession
>You ask him who the other guy is
>“Zis is Fuss, he’s a friend of mine.” Caskad said “And yours too, if you know what I mean? Well, I’ll let you guys get to it!”
>Caskad leaves and Fuss starts fidgeting “H-hello Anon. I, uh, I heard Caskad lets you stay here and z-zat you do stuff so I was wondering if–”
>You reach out and run your finger over his slit, shutting him up, might as well get this over with
>He gasps and shudders, grabbing your wrist, he squeals as you push your finger in, playing with his hardening cock inside
>Fuss’s cock pushed out of his slit, ‘pocket-wrecker’ he wasn’t, about the size of a pinkie
>Hey, if Caskad’s big by their standards, then sucking tiny Yinglet peckers was a small price to pay for keeping your head off the chopping block
>You lean forward to suck his dick when he stops you “N-no…I want you to, you know…I’ve never been wiz a human before.”
>You shrug, removing your skivvies
>He cocks his head, bemused “Oh, I thought it’d be bigger. Fancy Hat Lad said all humans are…uh…”
>You smirk and tell him it’s not even hard yet
>“But it’s out, how is it out and not hard?”
>You show him

Paying Rent Part 7
>Fuss watches in amazement as you stroke your hardening cock, eyes bugging as it reaches its full (pretty average) splendour
>He looks spellbound, leaning in as you work it just inches from his face
>He reaches out and grabs it in both hands, his pads are soft and silky, like a cat’s paw, his little fingers squeezing lightly
>His breathing is heavy and uneven, he leans forward and rubs your cock on his face, his soft fur making you gasp and twitch
>He nuzzles and rubs your cock on his cheek, sniffing it and staring at it with reverence
>You’re getting the impression that the little guy likes dick
>You wonder where he’s going with all this, since Yinglet’s don’t fancy butt stuff, when he lies down on his back and spreads his legs, little red pecker twitching as it points skyward
>“Q-quick! Put it in me yes!”
>You communicate your confusion and he points to his dick, or rather, the slit around it “Here! In here! Please, I need it!”
>You go for it, tentatively, not entirely sure what’s going to happen
>Your cock presses against the base of his organ, pressing down and into the slit
>To your amazement, it starts to push into him, the skin stretching as your head forces its way in
>It’s like trying to force your dick into a feverishly hot sausage lining, wrapping tightly, almost painfully, around your shaft as you keep trying to force more of yourself in
>Your head pops inside and Fuss squeals like a stuck pig “Deeper! More!”
>You oblige, grabbing his hips and lifting his tiny body off the ground, his weight slowly pulling him down your shaft
>As you thrust, you feel his dick rubbing against the top of yours both inside and out, each time you angle up and grind into it, he moans and squirms
>You feel your balls begin to tighten, it’s been a few days since you’ve so much as had the time to think about jacking off, much less do so
>In your frenzy you drop Fuss back on the ground and start to pound with your hips, each time hilting yourself in his tiny slit
>You look down and see a truly blissful Yinglet, his eyes glazed and distant as his orgasm crests, he grabs feebly at you body and cries out, shot after shot of his hot cum splashing over your shaft, pubes and stomach
>That pushes you over the edge as you bury your cock with one last grunt, cumming deep inside the surprisingly stretchy Yinglet
>Your cock springs out of his pocket with an audible pop, aftershocks sending ropes of pent up cum splashing across his furry belly
>Maybe staying here won’t be so bad

Paying Rent Part 8
>Caskad gave an impressed whistle (somehow) as Fuss hobbled out, legs wobbly and crotch dripping “Haven’t seen Ol’ Fuss do ze wide-walk in a long time. He’s has had more pricks in him zhan a bramble bush! You done good, Anon!”
>You thank him, you guess, and start to shake off that awesome orgasm
>“You guys made some noise, drew a crowd,” Caskad muttered, pulling back the drape to reveal four extremely ‘excited’ Yinglets “If you could make a lad like him happy, zhese four’ll be no problem at all! Have fun!”
>Douche
>Speaking of pricks, the four swarmed around you
>You find yourself on your back, covered in Scavs as they pressed their warm sticky erections onto random parts of your body
>You manage to corral three of them into some semblance of order, taking a dick in each hand and one in your mouth, the fourth was just sort of left to his own devices, happily humping whatever part of you took his fancy
>The one in your mouth chattered like a squirrel, grabbing your head and humping your face like a Scav possessed
>Your mouthgame was basic bitch level, but to Yinglets you were some kind of courtesan
>Even your hands were a novelty to them, since they were large, dextrous and fairly soft, especially when sticky with Yinlet pre, all you had to do was that hand puppet thing
>You know, with eyes painted on the side of your knuckle while the thumb flapped up and down like a mouth?
>Remember those?
>Anyway
>The ones in your hands did all the work, thrusting their hot hard little dicks into the now-slick cavity of your fingers and palm, the occasional squeeze being your only contribution to the act
>You almost squeal when something hot and wet squeezes in between your big toe
>What?
>You’re ticklish
>The humper seemed to have found his lodgings
>He reaches down and squeezes your toes together, sawing his cock between them with a look of bliss on his face
>Like synchronized swimmers, the four speed up their thrusts and cum simultaneously, hot Yinglet jizz splashing all over your hands and foot
>The one in your mouth pulls out at the last second and unleashes a torrent of feverishly hot cum all over your face
>“Eeeeeheeheeheehee! Ya like dat, human slut? I mark you, you are Rag’s human slut now!”
>Welp, that’s quite enough of that

Paying Rent Part 9
>After cleaning your face, hands, and foot (using Rag as a living and very unwilling towel) you send the four on their way
>Three of them were cackling, heckling their increasingly crusty friend as they left
>You suggest that they call him Cum Rag from now on
>They laugh even harder, chanting the nickname as the newly christened Cum Rag darts out the door in shame
>You catch yourself thinking that that wasn’t so bad
>Caskad bursts in once more with all his usual confidence, another smaller Yinglet in tow
>“Well, zhey didn’t last long, huh? Good zhing, too! Zhis little fella is a absolute cock-fiend! He’s all ready for you, Zola!”
>Caskad is a bastard
>It goes on like this for days
>Over those days of sticky frantic ratbird sex, you notice two things
>One: that the smaller Yinglets with shorter snouts, like Fuss and Zola, seem to like getting fucked, whereas larger, long-snouted Yinglets, like Caskad and those four, who seemed to prefer getting their dicks wet
>Two: Yinglets are extremely easy to get off, but their refractory period is about as long as their attention span
>Fascinating little factoids that could only interest utter perverts
>Anyway, you come to hear that some other schmuck got a hemp necktie and a short drop for stealing the guildmaster’s heavy, uncomfortable gold pendant, so you decide it’s time to move on
>Caskad is happily counting a pile of copper coins and various other shinies you earned him this week “Ey zat’s great, Anon! If you’re ever in trouble again, you just knock on Ol Caskad’s door! I might even pay you next time!”
>You leave the enclave as several smitten Yinglets follow you out, they were kind enough to bring your clothes, cleaned and pressed
>You say your goodbyes and head out, waiting until you were out of sight before, er, ‘recovering’ something
>The gold pendant, it’ll need a little cleaning, but hey, shit doesn’t stick to gold
>Good thing Yinglets don’t do butt stuff, otherwise they may have found it
>You may be hilariously bad at being a thief, but you ARE lucky
>Kinda
>Anon: 2
>Life: 1559875