Picklers House of Pleasure<br/><br/>"Make Papa proud."<br/><br/>Dionys blinked once, twice, as the words fell onto his ears like rain against a window. It took him a second to register where he was, and who was addressing him, and his heart skipped a semi-beat before reality set in and realised where he was.<br/><br/><em>Here. Of course. As always.</em><br/><br/>Although his body wasn't asleep, his mind felt like it was these days. Dionys presumed indifferently that it was a reaction to being locked up all day, only brought out to feed and...perform. At first he had thrashed at his prison, glaring with anger and hope at the other inmates in nearby cages, but those days had passed as he sunk into a bog of acceptance. Dionys made do with his meagre lot, and decided to make the most of those few moments of what passed as life whenever he was let out of his cage. One of those moments was now.<br/><br/>Idly, he looked at the slender female hand as it encircled his hairy forearm, gently pulling him out of his cage. With faint clicks of his hooves on the floor, Dionys followed slowly, looking up to the owner of the arm. A blonde woman with large features, lit up in an expression Dionys recognised from other human beings, yet always wondered how it was very slightly different every time. Somewhere at the back of his mind, a voice remarked on how wonderful it was that each sentient creature was unique in every way, having things that paint them as slightly different to the others that made up its species.<br/><br/>That voice was swallowed up now as Dionys walked amicably with the blonde lady. Other, baser mechanics began to clunk into place in his body as familiarity kicked in and routine told him what to do.<br/><br/><em>Yes, this walk, past the other cages...yes, this door, which you will open, and will peer inside with wonder, and yes, it will be no different to me, yes, yes...</em><br/><br/>As the door was opened and the blonde client peered inside with a small remark of pleasure, Dionys looked back to the cages, if nothing else than to experience the different angles at which he would see his fellow inmates.<br/><br/>He saw one, a male with fur and ears, lashing his tail somewhat irately, his feline mouth twisted in a mild snarl. Dionys smiled back at the male, and noticed probably for the thousandth time that marked on top of his cage was "13A". Dionys made an effort to remember the moniker of such an expressive sentient, but his other voice at the back of his brain told him he would forget as soon as mediocrity kicked in again. He raised an arm in a gesture of recognition at this 13A before he was pulled into the room by his blonde customer.<br/><br/>Against the dark backdrop, small glowing orbs of light eminated from set positions in the walls, pulsing relaxing blue and sensual purple. They painted a large, simple bed in luscious colours. There was very little else in the room, apart from a handful of large and plump cushions strewn against the far wall, and a small plastic chest to the side of the bed.<br/>Whilst his blonde client ooh-ed at the colours and the setting, Dionys pushed the door shut with a<em>thunk</em>. The satyr heard muffled thuds as internal bolts clicked automatically, locking the door. Only the customer or Baron von Pickle had the correct keys to open the door now. He strode over to the unadorned bed, and made a sincere effort to smile at his client. She told him excitedly that her name was Jodie. Dionys nodded vaguely and opened the small plastic chest. Whilst Jodie began telling Dionys about herself and playing with her locks of blonde hair, Dionys took waxy sticks from the chest and ignited them with a small metal device. Musky incense began to fill the room, and as Jodie began babbling about how excited she was about meeting a satyr, Dionys mused over the fact that he was coming to like the incense that he always used. He associated it with the one thing in his life that was not mundane.<br/><br/>Jodie licked her lips and unbuttoned the first button on her blouse as Dionys lifted his set of drum-skins from the plastic chest, the blue and purple lighting painting the incense smoke between the two sentients in the room. He sat on the bed and laid the pair of bongos across his thick hairy thighs, and looked idly across the room to Jodie, who was watching him in anticipation, biting her lower lip. She was saying something about hearing that satyrs were famous for their music. She commented on his small horns. She praised his jawline and unruly sideburns. Dionys said nothing and began to stroke the bongos.<br/><br/>He began to tap out a gentle rythym, one he used to "set the mood" as ordered by Pickle. It was simple, and boring. Slowly, as he felt his mind wander, he found his wiry hands beating out more complex tunes. He re-set and changed the beat several times within a minute, wandering across different patterns as the tips of his fingers and then the flat of his hands first tapped, then smacked the taut skin of the bongos, rising in volume and complexity. Dionys could see the reflection of the lights in Jodie's large eyes as her gaze fastened on his rapidly moving hands. Becoming firmly entrenched into the beat now, Dionys' breath came in short gasps and the veins on his arms began to stand out. His heart beat faster as his rythym became more erratic and impassioned, sweat beads began to form on his brow and across his lightly-haired chest.<br/><br/><em>This is where I belong...this is the entrance to other realms...this is the start of journeys...this is the womb into which I throw myself...this is the voice with which I howl...this is the blood spraying across the garden of Eden in which I dance...</em><br/><br/>Dionys mind hurtled across vast expanses. He was no longer trapped in a cage, in a building, ordered to perform base acts. He could see faces, masks, beasts, of all kinds and descriptions, dripping with colour, doused in passion. Dionys cried out to them in joy, and stretched out his hand to join them...<br/><br/>Abruptly, he was yanked back to the present, his fervent bongo playing stopped. He looked down, and found a familiar feminine hand had grasped his. Slowly, he looked up, and looked into the eyes of...Jodie, as he remembered her name. She was naked now, her mouth open in a small O, one hand in his, the other impatiently tracing small patterns across her belly. Dionys took a few seconds gazing at how the blue and purple light played across the orbs of her breasts, before he remembered what he must do.<br/><br/>The naked woman, the sight and smell of her, set crashing powers through his body, and he began to feel the blood retreat from his muscled arms and pour down towards his groin.<br/><br/><em>I couldn't fight this if I wanted to.</em><br/><br/>He stood, his sweating body pressed against her cool, feminine body. Knowing what comes next, he kissed Jodie on the mouth, to which he felt her jaw relax invitingly and her wet tongue surge hungrily into his mouth. Muffled, Dionys groaned involuntarily and felt his cock twitch and bulge, growing and pressing against the client's thigh.<br/><br/><em>So much for the other realms.</em><br/><br/>Growling now, quickly being overcome by his instincts, he grasped Jodies thin arms and twisted her round so she was facing the bed. Squealing in mock-terror and delight, she was flung down onto the bed by a panting Dionys, his vision clouded as an urge more demanding than hunger and more insistent than pain took over his body. Standing over her, his hooves sinking a little into the bed as Jodie lay between them, stroking them with one finger, Dionys bent and grasped both of her trembling shoulders. He began to roughly lick her entire upper torso, from her neck to her navel, traversing every inch of her flesh with his strong tongue. He tasted her pheromones and the tiny beads of sweat as his tongue lashed across the underside of her breasts, then up to her collarbone and down to her hips. Jodie mewed and alternately tried to push his head away and bring it closer to her. Finding himself nearly unable to think, operating fully on drunken lust that saturated his feelings, Dionys could only concentrate on one thing.<br/><br/><em>Owning this being. Having this being. Consuming this being.</em><br/><br/>Jodie purred out a few protests, then put one of her nipples into Dionys' mouth. The incensed satyr bit and sucked hungrily,harder than should have been enjoyable, as Jodie reached down to his groin and passed over fingers over his throbbing, bright purple tip. Dionys, reacting to the touch, threw his head back and bellowed. Unable to control himself anymore, he roughly seized Jodie in both arms. Turning her so she was facing down, he circled one arm around the front of her belly, raising her pert buttocks towards him. Registering only on a distant level that he could see her pussy entrance glistening in the low coloured lighting, he savagely slammed himself home, immediately feeling her body contract and arch up, her voice raising to a high-pitched squeal. On a distant level, he felt her soaking pussy grip, relax, grip spasmodically his pulsing cock. To silence her squeals, with his free arm he forced her head down into the bed, and let his overflowing lust pour out of him in instinctive, animal thrusts, his hairy thighs and muscled abdomen slapping into her quivering buttocks again and again as he heard on some distant level her muffled screams of pleasure.<br/><br/>The voice in the back of Dionys' mind remarked casually that now the human sounded very much like the satyr. It went unheard, of course, as Dionys careened down a path paved by others of his kind. The voice pondered Dionys state. This should be a temporary release from the binds of his life. Sex was freedom to a satyr...but this freedom was a temporary and questionable one.<br/><br/>As human and satyr bonded in their animal state, becoming whole then seperate then whole again, the voice at the back of Dionys' mind wondered how long before it was silenced completely.<br/><br/><br/>