The Cathouse

I wanted to thank everyone for the sweet comments!! This may be the only update for awhile. My other story on here is finished but there's no fun and merit in posting it all at once, but this one is under construction and I hated where the plot went so I'm redoing some of the chapters.

BTW, just cause I was asked, yes, I really am a lesbian who writes boy smut. Weird, ne?

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Rory slipped on his sandals as he listened to the sounds of the quiet apartment at six o’clock that morning. It was somewhat obvious to Rory that no one woke up before noon around this place.


He stood up and took his keys, slipping out of the extra room. He was about to open the door to the front room when he felt something wrap around his leg.


Behind him, Rave was pulling on the leg of his jeans insistantly, looking up at him with sad eyes. Rory smiled and knelt down.


“I’ll be back,” Rory told him, petting him and scratching behind his ears. Rave smiled slightly and closed his eyes. Rory stopped and, in a rare show of affection, kissed the little kitten anthro on the cheek before turning and walking into the front room. He walked out the door and locked it behind him with an extra key Seven had slipped onto his key ring.


Once he was downstairs, Rory slipped behind the wheel of his car, starting it up and pulling out. He was surprised that no one had stolen the damn thing. It looked so shiny compared to everything else.


He pulled into the parking lot of his prep school and got out, going to the trunk and pulling out his rumpled school uniform and his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and walking into the building, making his way to the bathroom. He quickly changed and smoothed out the blue and green plaid sweater-vest, which covered a white long-sleeved dress shirt. The pants were a nuetral gray and the shoes were a shiny black. He put on the tie last, tucking it into the vest and walking out, stashing his regular clothes in his locker.


Rory made his way down the hall, not meeting anyone’s eye. He had about half and hour before classes started, so hardly anyone was in the hallway. He sat down on a bench and pulled out a book from his backpack, studying for a test he had that day.


Rory never had a problem with school. If he didn’t frequently have other things on his mind, he might’ve moved forward a few grades. All it took was a quick scan over whatever it was he hadn’t paid attention to while they learned it in class and he was ready for the test.


After he’d memorized what he needed to, he put away the book and stood up. As he did, a group of kids rushed by him.


“… cat anthro in the school? Are we getting another anthro student?”


“I don’t think so, they say he’s not even wearing a uniform…”


Rory blinked and watched them walk quickly towards to entrance of the school. He adjusted the strap of his bag and was quick to follow. Cat anthro? One of his?


There was a fairly large crowd of students by the time Rory arrived on the scene. He couldn’t see over everyone’s head so he quickly edged sideways through the crowd, trying to see what it was everyone was looking at.


“Looks like he’s right off the streets,” someone muttered, “What is he doing here?”


“It’s bad enough that we have those other anthros,” someone else said, “Now we have alleycats?”


“Crap,” Rory muttered and pushed harder to get to the center. Several people sneered at him or shoved him, saying rude things as he shoved by.


He was closing in on the center.


“What’s the matter pussycat?” someone was saying. Rory glanced over and saw the back of one of the bigger kids, but couldn’t see who he was talking to, “You don’t belong here. Trash like you needs to be on the street where it belongs.”


“I’m not bothering you!” a scared voice replied. Rory closed his eyes, recognizing Ester’s childish pitch.


“What should we do to him?” another kid asked, smirking.


“Show him who’s boss!” someone called.


Rory growled as he was shoved back by one of the people he tried to pass. He still couldn’t see Ester.


“Call the cops! They’ll take care of him!” someone else called.


“Leave him alone!” Rory shouted suddenly, several people looking at him. The big fellow who was blocking his view turned to Rory and the crowd parted way for him.


“Why would you ask us to do that, Thompson?” the kid asked. Rory swallowed, not knowing the bully’s name.


He glanced at Ester who was now in view. He was wincing away from the bully, who had a firm grip on the anthro’s wrist. He met eyes with Rory and pleaded for help with them.


“Well?” the bully asked.


“What did he do wrong?” Rory shrugged, “He’s not bothering you is he? And I bet he’ll leave if you just let him go.”


“We’re just supposed to let any creature that crawls out of the gutter trespass in our school?” he asked, “With little ones only a building away? What are you thinking, Thompson?”


“Look,” Rory said, losing his temper, “I don’t know your name and I don’t even know why you know mine. But the cat anthro is with me. So lay off.”


“With you?” he asked. “Well, then I guess I’ll teach you both a lesson.” With that he turned and slapped Ester hard across the face. The white cat anthro gave a sharp cry, falling back into the wall.


Rory jumped forward without thinking, shoving everyone away. A few people tried to restrain him, but he wiggled away.


He was nearly there when someone stepped in front of Ester.


“What do you think you’re doing?” she said in a voice so authoritative, Rory nearly thought it was a teacher before he looked at her.


She was somewhat small with petite features. She was an arctic fox anthro with exquisitely pale skin and bleach white hair, which was thrown up into pigtails, matching ears sitting straight up on the top of her head. Her eyes were pitch black and she wore the school uniform, making it look good. Behind her, her tail trailed down, the end easily touching the floor, the fur fluffed out everywhere. Her beauty was striking and caused everyone to revere those angry coal-eyes.


“Snow Time,” sneered the bully, “Stay out of this.”


Snow folded her arms. “Why don’t you just walk away? Because you’re not touching this boy again.”


“Says who?” the bully said, standing up tall, showing he was a good foot taller than her.


“Says me,” she replied, “And I’d like to see you do something about it.” She stared at him defiantly and Rory was beginning to think she was insane.


“What’s a little girl like you going to do?” he asked.


“My Daddy taught me to fight,” she assured him, “And your size doesn’t scare me, because my Daddy’s even bigger than you.”


“You hear that? Her Daddy,” snorted the bully, “Get out of the way.” He reached forward to shove her away, but with lightning reflexes she caught his wrist and twisted. There was a loud pop and a scream from the bully’s mouth.


“I told you,” she said coldly.


“You little bitch!” hissed the bully, charging her. Snow simply turned, performing a perfect roundhouse kick and hitting him squarely in the nose. As he stumbled back, she rushed forward and brought her knee up, jamming it with brutal force right between his legs.


He fell over and anyone who had been trying to crucify Ester before was now walking away as quickly as they could. After awhile, the crowd broke up completely and Rory rushed forward, kneeling next to Ester.


“What are you doing here?!” Rory hissed at the white cat anthro.


“I hid in the back of your car,” Ester said, looking like he was holding back tears. “I just wanted to see where you went to school.”


“Calm down,” Rory said softly, “Curiousity killed the cat, you silly kitten.”


“I’ll say,” Snow said, walking over, “Are you all right?”


Ester nodded. “Th-thank you,” he said shyly.


Snow smiled, a complete turnaround from her earlier demeanor. “No problem,” she said, “Anthros gotta look out for one another, right?”


“I don’t know who your dad is…” Rory commented, “but I don’t think he’s someone I want to meet in a dark alley.”


“He probably wouldn’t hurt you if you did,” Snow said with some amusement. “He taught me how to fight, that’s all.”


“Snow!” someone called and Rory turned.


He remembered Snow now. She and another anthro had been accepted into the school after their parents put up a big fight to get them in. That’s because one of their fathers was Riverus Anthem III, the owner of the Anthem Company, which was the second largest grossing company in the world.


The son of that man was running over just then. He didn’t look like a business man’s kid. Instead, he had huge ears, like a rabbit’s only hairless and very wide, dark hair that fell around his face and huge blue eyes. He wore the uniform very properly and there were large bat-wings on his back, drawn in at the moment.


“Ricochet,” Snow said, “Over here.”


He ran over and frowned. “Did you get hurt?” he asked, “Who’s this?” He looked at Ester.


“I’m not sure,” Snow said.


“He’s a mischevious little friend of mine,” Rory said, “He followed me to school.” He sighed and pulled Ester to his feet. “You’re Snow and you’re Ricochet. The only two anthro students in the school.”


“Nice to meet you!” Ricochet said with a friendly, disarming smile.


“Likewise,” Rory nodded.


“You know who we are,” Snow replied, “So who are you?”


“I’m Rorden Thompson,” Rory said, looking over Ester’s face, “But call me Rory. I don’t really like Rorden.”


“Ricochet Anthem!” Ricochet said.


“He already knew that,” Snow smiled a little.


“But I like saying it,” Ricochet huffed.


“Well, maybe you can answer just one thing for me,” Rory said, “I’ve always wanted to know. How is it that an anthro’s father is Riverus Anthem?”


“I’m adopted,” Ricochet responded.


“Ah,” Rory nodded, “You just don’t see many rich people who accept anthros anymore.”


“Obviously you do,” Snow said, nodding at Ester, who was trying to stay quiet. When Rory finished checking him over, he clung around the green-eyed boy’s neck.


“Yeah,” Rory said, resisting the urge to kiss Ester’s cheek to be comforting. He had been around the Cathouse too much…


“Thompson…” Ricochet said to himself, “Doesn’t your dad own a pretty good sized company here in the city?”


“Uh, yeah…” Rory replied.


“He’s said some bad things about Daddy and Miny…” Ricochet frowned, “And about Rock…”


“I don’t really know what my dad says,” Rory replied, “If it makes you feel better, your dads are probably twenty times the men that he is. Who’s Miny?”


“Minx Sisian,” Snow said, “He’s Riverus’s mate and my cousin. He owns the top grossing company in the world…”


“You guys are well-connected…” Rory raised an eyebrow. He’d heard that the owner of the top grossing businesses were significant others, but he’d never really believed it. These kids were loaded when it came to money.


“Something like that,” Snow said, “Well, we’ll see you later. Take care of that kitten, all right?”


Rory nodded and the two of them walked off together. Rory reflected that if this Riverus Anthem person would take in an anthro, he wasn’t a bad guy. He was glad that Camelia was working for his company.


“You okay, Ester?” Rory asked.


“Y-yeah…” Ester nodded, “I’m sorry…”


“Here, I’ll take you home,” Rory said, taking his wrist and leading him out to the parking lot.


“What about school?” Ester asked, laying his ears back.


“I’ll only miss the first block,” Rory replied, “I can make it up later. It’s not really terribly safe for you to stay here.”


“I’m sorry,” Ester’s ears went further back and he looked down at the ground as they walked.


“Don’t worry about it,” Rory smiled at him, “You’re just curious. But next time, ask me about stuff instead of deciding to see it firsthand.”


“I’m gonna have to play a game with Seven now,” Ester said, blushing.


“Is that good or bad?” Rory asked, “I can never really tell with you people.”


“Bad,” Ester said decidedly, “Sometimes, if what I did wasn’t all that bad, I can enjoy it. But when I’m being punished for something I’m ashamed of, I don’t like it as much.”


“Tell you what,” Rory said, opening the car door for him as they reached it, “I’ll tell Seven I took you with me. Then it’ll be my fault.”


“But then he might play a game with you,” Ester said.


“I doubt it,” Rory shrugged, “I don’t think he will unless I decide to live there.”


“If you say so…” Ester said and Rory shut the door, getting in the driver’s side. The two were silent as Rory put it in reverse and pulled out of the parking lot.


Ester shifted around and sighed suddenly. “I didn’t really mind it,” Ester said suddenly. Rory glanced at him questioningly. “When Seven saved me? I didn’t really mind what I was doing.”


“What were you doing?” Rory asked, “I mean, if you don’t mind saying…”


“I was a prostitute,” Ester said, “Sometimes it was bad, if the customers were too rough. But most of the time, they were nice. They’d say I was cute and buy me things, then we’d have sex, which was usually good, too.”


“Then why did you go with Seven?” Rory asked.


Ester was quiet a long time. “Isn’t it obvious by now?” he whispered.


“What?” Rory tilted his head, then looked back at the street. Ester was quiet a long time.


“Everyone in that apartment, except Rave and maybe you, is in love with Seven,” Ester said, “Me, BJ, the triplets… A few people in the other apartments are, too.”


Rory frowned. “I have a bit of a crush on him,” he admitted, “but I don’t call it love. I’m closer to being in love with BJ, to be honest. Something about him…”


“Maybe he has more power over cat anthros or something,” Ester shrugged, “but when he asked me to leave the brothel, I agreed. I know I needed to. I got really sick, you see? But I kept working. Because that’s where my money came from. Seven saved my life, pretty much. And once I got to know him, I just… I couldn’t leave.”


“You’re young,” Rory assured him, “You still have time to fall in love. So don’t worry about if Seven returns your feelings or not.”


Ester didn’t look like he believed him. “He makes you feel like you’re the most important thing to him,” Ester said softly, “But then he treats someone else the exact same way. And you start to wonder ‘what about me?’ And if you ask him, he says ‘I could never forget about you.’”


“He’s a bit of a cheater then?” Rory asked.


“No,” Ester shook his head, “We’re all in love with him because he’s in love with all of us. His capacity to care about people is… amazing. Even you, Rory. He’s in love with you while being in love with all of the rest of us.”


“Is that possible?” Rory asked.


“I think, for him, it is,” Ester replied.


“Well, while Seven is great and all,” Rory said, “I think you could find someone else. You’re cute, spunky, fun to be around… You’ll find someone.”


“BJ really likes you, you know,” Ester said suddenly.


“Oh, really?” Rory’s eyebrows went up but he continued to watch the street as he drove. “What makes you say that?”


“He cried when he heard your story,” Ester said, “That means he cares about you a whole lot.”


“My story?” Rory asked, his stomach knotting suddenly.


“We were listening when your sister came by,” Ester said, “BJ and I. I’m sorry, but we wanted to know what was going on and once we started listening, we couldn’t just make ourselves stop...”


Rory was silent. He wasn’t really all that mad. Just a little upset. He might’ve told the both of them over time.


“That’s why I told you my story,” Ester said, “I didn’t feel like it was very fair for me to know yours and you not know mine.”


“It’s all right,” Rory said, “All this time keeping it a secret and it seems like the world wants to know. It’s probably better that you know.”


Ester fell silent. Rory pulled up to the Cathouse and parked, killing the engine. He turned to Ester to say goodbye, when suddenly Ester captured his lips in a kiss.


“Mm…” Rory said softly into his mouth.


Ester broke away. “BJ’s right, you are a good kisser,” he said, smiling. “Sorry, it’s no fun when you ask to kiss someone, so…”


“Quite all right,” Rory smiled, “Somehow, that pulled me out of a little funk I’m in. Come on, I’ll take you upstairs and explain to Seven what happened.”


Ester nodded.


As they walked upstairs, Ester kissed Rory again. Rory kissed him back. The kisses continued until they reached the door. Ester unlocked it behind his back while he met lips with Rory.


Somehow, Ester’s kisses were somewhat addictive. The door was unlocked and opened, Ester walking backward to be inside. Rory shut it and used a free hand to lock it, then pulled Ester to the ground.


“I feel bad…” Ester said between kisses, “… that you’re taking… responsibility… for me…”


“It’s… all right…” Rory said, dipping down and kissing Ester’s neck.


“Where is everyone?” Ester moaned.


“Dunno…” Rory said and forced himself to pause. “Where are they? Do any of them own a cellphone? Isn’t someone usually in the front room.”


“No cellphone,” Ester said and walked down the hallways. A note flipped up and down in a soft wind, caused by the ceiling fan.


Ester read aloud. “Ester. Seven woke us up to go shopping. Did you really go with Rory like you said? Seven says to be here when he gets back. –BJ”


Ester’s lips formed a pout. “I guess BJ already ratted me out,” he said, “So thanks but no thanks on the responsibility thing.”


“It’s okay, I’ll talk to Seven anyway,” Rory said.


There was suddenly a loud buzz overhead and the two of them jumped. The apartment gave this feeling of being empty and thus lifeless, which made them both instinctively nervous.


“Just the doorbell,” Ester sighed and walked back down the hall, heading for the door. Someone was banging on it insistantly.


The cat anthro paused. The sound was echoing off the walls and Ester’s expression turned to one of mistrust.


“Whoever it is, they aren’t for me or you,” Ester said, “So let’s not answer it.”


Rory was about to agree when there was a loud cracking sound as the door was kicked in, flung on it’s hinges, then hanging impotently by the top half, the rest swinging back and forth.


On the other side of the door were three men, each one dressed in a suit and tie, the one in front wearing a wide brimmed, low-top hat and sunglasses.


“Hey there, kitty cat,” he said. “Seven home? We need to have a little talk.”


Rory didn’t need to be told that this was trouble. People in suits don’t kick down doors to have friendly chats. The green-eyed boy moved quickly until he was a little in front of Ester, feeling the need to protect the younger boy.


“Well?” the man asked, Rory presuming him to be the leader.


“He’s out,” Rory said truthfully, “We’ll tell him that you came by, though.”


“Isn’t that sweet? However, it’s real important, so we’ll just stick around until he shows up. Arb, Lorcen, grab ‘em.”


Rory didn’t think, he just acted. One hand reached behind his back to grab Ester, pulling him forward and shoving him towards the door. It was a strange manuever and at first, Ester felt the sting of betrayal, thinking he was being used as a distraction so the boy could save himself. But then Ester realized he was shoved towards a gap between two of them.


The men were surprised enough that they didn’t immediately think to snatch Ester as he used the push to start running. By the time they did think of it, Ester was gone, his anthro blood giving him the advantage of speed.


Rory had intended to follow, but had choked up at the thought of running between them. The black suits were already alert of the attempt and Rory was positive he wasn’t going to make it by without being caught.


“Arb, after him!” the leader shouted, “Lorcen, fix that door so no one can look in here.” His mouth curled into a cruel sneer as he lifted his jacket from behind and drew a shiny silver pistol, aiming it at Rory. “Now we’re gonna sit and have a nice, long wait, aren’t we kid?”


Rory’s heart was pounding in his ears. Blood began to spin in his brain, making him dizzy suddenly. However, now would not be a good time to pass out.


“Streetwalkers don’t care what they screw,” one of Camelia’s had once warned the boy.


“Oh God,” Rory said, trying to keep his feet, but his knees were threatening to buckle. However, he could take relief in the fact that these men were all business today.


The boss walked over to him, grabbing him by his uniform collar and pushing the green-eyed boy backwards until he was pinned against the couch. The hard edge of the couch frame rammed into the back of Rory’s knees, forcing them to buckle, causing him to sit hard on the middle cushion. Lorcen was just finishing replacing the door when the boss beckoned him over.


“Get out the rope,” he said, never moving the shiny pistol.


“Yeah, boss.”


Beefy hands dug through a briefcase that the man had carried in with him. A long length of rope came snaking from it, finding it’s way into the hand of the leader, who frowned and handed it back.


“Don’t give it to me,” he snapped, “Use it to tie him up. Use the legs for his feet, do something with his hands. Seven’s not back before I lose my patience and this kid’s corpse’ll be a sign of things to come for him.”


Rory didn’t resist as the tough walked over, grabbing his hands and shoving them together, wrapping the rope around them several times, tight. A whimper threatened to escape as the knot was pulled painfully to. A length of rope was left and Lorcen shoved the couch away from the wall with little effort, pulling the rest of it down to tie around the small wooden lion’s claw leg of the old wooden couch. A hiss escaped Rory as he arms were pulled back uncomfortably, forcing them behind his head.


Next, the tough walked around the couch and latched onto an ankle. Fear caused Rory to try and jerk away the appendage, but a tight grip threatened to snap the joint and Rory stopped, wincing. Each ankle was secured to a separate leg, leaving him completely secured to the couch and unable to escape.


“What’re we keeping him for?” Lorcen asked.


“Negotiations,” the boss replied, “If the kid’s in Seven’s place, he’s important to Seven. And he’ll probably give us what we want.”


“What is it you wa—“ Rory started to ask with a shaking voice. Before he could even finish the word, the gun was in his mouth, cold metal pressing against the back of his throat.


“You don’t get to talk unless I ask you a question,” the boss hissed, “First question. How do you know Seven?”


The gun slowly retracted and Rory tried to speak around a dry throat.


“H-he wants me t-to live here…” Rory said hoarsely.


“Good. Great. When do you expect that the pussy cat will return?”


“I d-don’t know…” Rory said honestly.


“Wrong answer,” the boss said, feeling less than reasonable. The barrel of the gun found it’s way under Rory’s chin, aimed up at his brain. “Now, I’ll ask again, when do you expect he’ll be back?”


“I don’t know!” Rory shouted, squeezing his eyes shut, “He went shopping and I don’t even know when he left!”


“So tell me,” the boss taunted, “Do you think Seven’ll save you? Think he cares enough to give us what he knows?”


Rory didn’t know. He didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of here.


Arb suddenly burst in the door, knocking it awry again. He paused to fix it.


“That kitten got away, boss,” he said as he shoved the door in place, “Lost him in a crowd. Fast little sucker.”


“Oh well,” the boss said, “He’ll probably tell Seven. Hopefully, because I’m giving him an hour before I blow this kid’s brains out.”


Rory wasn’t listening. His mind was gibbering insanely, trying to figure out a way out of this. A way to escape.


Strangely enough, nothing immediately came to mind.