[[ This solo is rated PG-13 for sexual situations. Do not read if you are uncomfortable or uninterested in this ]]





Ulmuka came in the window, shifting back into his humanoid form as he landed on the balcony of his room. He was one day closer to prom. One day closer to moving back in. He wiped his jacket lapels, straightened his shirt, and rubbed a smudge off of the toe of his white shoe. Except for his recent rebellious outbursts, he didn’t like to use his true form inside the house. He’d gotten in trouble too much in the past (and this week) for damage he’d done with his talons to the carpets and furniture. He was currently pleased with his father, easily bought by the prom arrangements and the funding. Ulmuka could be a very simple beast sometimes and getting his cooperation could often be bought very literally.

He was not expecting to find anyone in his room. His father showed up on the odd occasion or the butler, but not anyone else. He paused curiously when his keen hearing caught strange voices from inside of his rooms. He wasn’t cautious. That could never be said of the strix. He was curious and impulsive and so instead of sneaking or listening, he marched straight in to see who it was.

“Hellooo?” He hooted as he breezed into the room and the pair on his couch jumped, yelping slightly at this entrance. Ulmuka didn’t recognize them at all. First, they were barely wearing clothes. The sheer strips of cloth they were draped in only covered what he understood as decency in the barest amount. He didn’t feel things like embarrassment and nudity also was not a big deal to the shifter. Spending most of his time as a beast made nudity a non-issue. The strix dressed to the nines because he liked clothes. He enjoyed the fine fabrics and he was keen on how they looked. The presence of the visitors alarmed him more than their state of dress.

“Helloo.. I am Ulmuka.” He bowed to the man first and then the woman, his yellow eyes pinning them in shock for a long moment. They were both demons, their horns not very long so they were only a little older than himself probably. Both seemed to be the set standard of attractive. The woman was slim in the middle with round, high set breasts. Her skin was scarlet red, set off by white lipstick to match her white eyes. The sheer cloth wrapped around her was also white. The young man had slicked green hair and elongated canines. His pale white skin was offset by the forest green wrapping he wore. Both seemed slightly taken aback but soon their lips quirked into smiles.

“I’m Rouge..” The female purred to him seductively.

“I’m Ban.” The male demon gave him a sultry gaze. “Your father hired us for you.”

Ulmuka was intrigued. What were they supposed to do for him? Was this a makeover of some sort for prom? They were dressed a bit avant garde but perhaps they were a new design team?

“Oh is this a makeover?!” He perked, stroking his beard and grinning. Both of the ‘guests’ were seemingly unnerved by his staring. They also were not expecting that as a response.

“Umm no.” Rouge shifted and a thin whip like tail unwrapped from her shapely ankle. Ulmuka looked at it but his mind simply went to a delightful leg bone he’d nibbled on a recent hunt. She was talking again and he looked back at her face. “You know.. for you to..” She cupped her chest and jiggled them.

“He wasn’t sure if you liked males or females..” Ban looked concerned. “So he got us both.”

Muka was quick and to the point. “I am not quite sure what you mean.”

Rouge blurted, “FOR SEX, JEEZ!” And then clapped her hands over her mouth and flopped backwards against the couch, surprised at herself.

And the strix still stared and blinked and looked confused.

Ban was on the verge of laughter after Rouge’s outburst. He pursed his lips, holding a giggle, “For.. umm fornication? Copulation? Penetration?” Other words? “Mating.. uhh.. DOING IT.”

Muka blinked and then burst out laughing. He giggled and laughed and bent over. Soon Ban was laughing too and then Rouge as well until all three were giggling and stomping in their respective locations. After a few moments it died to soft giggles and by that time the prostitutes, because clearly that’s what they were, seemed much more relaxed and much less like they were trying very hard to be sexy.

The strix sat in a chair opposite them and grinned, his body thrumming with vibrations as he continued to giggle softly. “So why has my father purchased you for this task?” His head tilted. “I didn’t know that hmm.. people did that for money?”

Rouge flapped her hand at the strix. “Oh it’s the oldest profession in the world baby.” She adjusted her silky wrapping. “Someone somewhere is looking for it so theres always someone to give it. I thought with your daddy you’d know all about that..”

“I am aware of the dynamics.” Ulmuka bobbled informatively. “And also that mostly it is some sort of pleasurable recreation for adults.” He scratched his beard. “It’s quite amazing but I suppose it does make sense. Why wouldn’t it be a business?” He giggled in his enlightenment.

“Look Rouge we’re like, educating him and s**t.” Ban giggled effeminately. His previous attempted manly façade seemed to melt away. “Your dad said you had prom coming up and you were still a… you know, virgin. Prom night a lot of kids might go and..” Ban wiggled his brows. “So he thought you should know what’s going on. We’re like... pre-prom sex-ed.”

Ulmuka thrummed in contemplation, still stroking his beard. His free hand resting on a bump of a belly, a small gut he was beginning to develop from his binge eating. “I wasn’t aware of the connection between sex and prom.” The strix was clinical in his choosing of words and seemed truly curious. “Did you have sex at your prom?”

Rouge and Ban actually blushed, both of them. It was difficult to make a prostitute blush but they’d already let their walls down for the boil so they were unprepared for such a personal question.

“Umm, oh my jaaack!” Rouge clapped her cheeks. “I think maybe? Well not AT prom but after. Oh buddy boy you don’t even wanna hear about hussy old me in high school.” Her crimson skin darkened on her cheeks in embarrassment but she sat up and smiled, genuinely. She patted the couch next to her.
”At least come and sit with us.”

Muka bobbled his head in agreement and slipped onto the center cushion of the couch. Logically he couldn’t find anything really wrong with moving there and these folks seemed nice enough. “What about the diseases?” He squawked suddenly and both went quiet a moment.

“Well..” Ban tapped his chin and leaned against the side of the couch to look at the strix. He reached out curiously to touch the fine fabric that Muka was clad in. “There’re shots and protection charms. Don’t worry we’re high class. Big money. Your daddy knows quality.” His voice picked up a bit more of a sales tone. His body was a ware he needed to sell and even if the strix was funny and personable, he was still considered a client.

“Ah so they take precaution for that? Very wise. Protecting the investment.. I understand. I’m not good with business but I believe I’ve learned enough to know about insurance.” The strix’s head turned, throwing off the male of the pair, who blinked unexpectedly.

“Oh that’s new..” Ban gasped. “Does it hurt? Turning your head like that?”

“Oh no!” Muka giggled. “I’m an owl.. or owl-like anyway. This is normal. If it makes you uncomfortable I can turn normally?”

“Oh no turn this way, that’s neat!” Rouge tapped him on the shoulder, scratching a nail over his silken shirt shoulder. When Muka turned she pulled her hand back like he’d bite it and she giggled uneasily. “Oh wow.. weird. No it’s totally... neat.” She smiled once more slowly. The scarlet demon had seen worse.

“So..” Ban looked at the strix. “What do you think? Of.. all this..” The scantily clad demon actually sounded concerned, like he was afraid of being rejected suddenly. “Prostitutes.. prom.. adulthood..”

There was a silence and the strix made no sound but one of contemplation. It was like a constant soft cooing with every breath he took. He was going over the facts, weighing things against one another and then testing them against his own personality quirks. He knew that sex was something private but there was no one else around right now. He also knew that it was for adults. But from what he was learning, proms and dating and facial hair, all of the things happening to him were signs of pressing forward into adulthood. Wasn’t sex just another step? Some may wonder, ‘Am I ready? Shouldn’t I be in a relationship?’ but the strix didn’t. He’d never been raised by those morals. Those were not thoughts that ever crossed his mind.

“Well..” Muka bobbled his head and grinned wider, quipping happily. “I can’t find bad logic in anything you’ve said, really. If my father has paid it would be rude not to accept the gift. I am afraid I will need much instruction and I may ask a lot of questions.” The strix had never even experienced arousal in his life so good luck with that prostitutes. “So how do we start?”

“Umm don’t you want to.. maybe pick the one you like more?” Rouge bit her lip. “Male or female?”

Muka giggled, a lot. “I’m afraid I don’t know! I’m not preferable either way!”

“Well then..” Ban gave Rouge a sly look. “Guess this will be an interesting and informative night.”

Both prostitutes stood and took Muka’s hands. “Let’s start by getting you out of those clothes.”