Rabbit hole

No one really knew the meaning of the word competition until they were part of it. Sports, sibling rivalry, women. Competition was everywhere but none more so than the Rabbit hole. A specialised pleasure house of futas. Neither men nor women, both.

Shizuo could do without the competition. He just wanted to get his quota filled and be left alone. Unfortunately every one was competition and instead of being carefree, he was always working to stay in the middle of the pack. Too high and you became a target of jealousy, too low and you became a victim of bullying.

Shizuo was near invisible and grateful for it. With his last client satisfied and gone, Shizuo walked past his bed, through to the en suite bathroom, a concertina folded screen giving little privacy.

Shrugging off his kimono, he stepped out of the fabric pooled at his feet and slowly into the water. The heat soothed the soreness of his pussy and the water buoyed his breasts. Leaning back he closed his eyes letting his attention float away.

Another peaceful day.

At the top of the rankings and the precious jewelled flowers, were Mikado and Aoba. They had ethereal beauty and no one could tell they weren't futas until they looked under the skirts. The two shared their clients frequently. They were who everyone hated and who everyone wanted to be. Except Shizuo.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather around." The owner of the establishment cried ushering them into the main common room. An area decorated with plush chairs, long chaise, dubious aromatherapy and a bar for drinks. "Today, we welcome a new flower. This is Izaya."

And so there was one more to add as competition. Shizuo felt the sparks fly, glares and veiled threats smothering the room. But he didn't dare retreat to his room first.

Tom was one of his regulars. Night time visits only. Shizuo gasped as his hands trailed over his curves, kneading his breasts. Tom parted his thighs, pushing his cock inside his pussy.

Shizuo moaned wrapping his legs around Tom's waist, head tipped back as he thrust into him, skin slapping against skin. The pain never went away and each night it seemed like he was a virgin all over again.

Tom grunted, pulling out to jerk his cock all over his breasts. "You are beautiful as always." Tom said kissing her forehead. Tom never visited during the day.

Whilst the rest of the flowers went to sleep, either on their own or with their client, Izaya went up to the first floor, finding himself embraced by the top two. "Izaya-sama." Mikado murmured with a shy smile.

"I didn't think you'd leave your own house." Aoba drawled. "Owner and number one. What brings you here?"

Izaya smirked settling between the two on the bed. "Rumour has it you have a rare treasure."

Mikado smiled. "You only need to look at the ranking board."

"Not that the top ever changes." Aoba shrugged. "It's usually the bottom fighting it out."

Izaya smoothed a hand over Aoba's chest, dipping between the valley of his breasts. "So there wouldn't be switch amongst the flowers?"

Aoba snorted. "A switch? Surely not."

"You haven't heard of anything?" Izaya questioned slipping his hand further down between Aoba's legs. "N-no! N-nothing of the sort! Ah!"

Izaya hummed. "I suppose I'll have to investigate myself then."

Shizuo hadn't realised Izaya was working his way up the rankings so quickly. The only ones that didn't seem bothered by it was him and the top two. But it was made clear when he lost a client.

Shizuo sighed slipping out the waiting pose he'd been in. He moved to the dresser, working on the pins keeping his hair in place. The aphrodisiac might be a problem.

Taking out the last of the pins, Shizuo reached for the brush, only to find someone had got there before. Shizuo blinked feeling sluggish as the brush passed gently through his hair. He'd kept it long and thankfully that was the only part of him that didn't change.

"Your client cancelled?"

Shizuo stared into the mirror, the aphrodisiac effects spreading through his body. "Yes." He responded to the gently voice.

"You took an aide?"

"Aphrodisiac." Shizuo murmured his head lolling a little as the brush passed through.

"Hm. You want some help with that?"

Shizuo's eyelids slipped down in a slow blink. "Please."

He watched as the brush was set down, his hand held in another so warm and led to the bed. His partner was slow and gentle, parting the ties of his kimono and lathering soft chaste kisses over his breasts and jaw.

Shizuo arched back against the many pillows as his partner gently bit at his nipple, quick flicks of a tongue. The heat stoked higher, his body a fever of need and yet he liked the pampering. The feel of someone taking their time to take him apart for his pleasure instead of theirs.

Another trail of kisses along his jaw, hands smoothing over his curves but not yet touching between his legs. Shizuo shivered as gentle hands trailed down his thigh to his ankle and back up, his leg bending to follow.

His partner was driving him insane. He was going to burn, combust due to foreplay. His nipples were wet and stinging at their hardness. A soft kiss against his belly made him wet with anticipation. The kisses going lower and lower, past his hips.

Shizuo gasped at the first swipe of tongue against his folds. His knees bend, clasping against his partner as that wicked tongue devoured him. Shizuo moaned, bucking in place with each lick. His nerves were alight and he could feel.

Shizuo reached his peak and went happily over the edge, crying out as orgasm took him. He came down panting and ready for more. His partner was happy to deliver, slicked fingers taking the time to ease him open, spreading his pussy wide.

Shizuo blinked eyeing what was supposed to go inside him. Huge and long. He'd never seen anything like that before. His heart raced, pounding as he watched his partner stroke the slick oil over his cock. Shizuo moaned chewing at his lip.

The burn was there, both the aphrodisiac and the cock sliding into him. Shizuo moaned feeling like a cheap whore. He was supposed to be a professional and yet his partner made him feel like an amateur.

The kisses continued, mollifying him and sending him back into the haze of pleasure and orgasm. His partner was insatiable and Shizuo loved every moment of the act.

"You appear happy." Mikado noted.

"I've found what I was looking for." Izaya smirked, slipping his hand between Mikado's thighs.

"Really?" Aoba said in shock lifting his head. "We have a switch here?"

"Yes." Izaya answered urging Aoba to continue sucking his cock.

"Who?" Mikado asked with a gasp.

"Are you taking them with you?" Aoba followed up.

"No. They're comfortable here." Izaya had already decided to take over. He'd kick out anyone disruptive.

"Good, you can get rid of the ranking system." Mikado moaned.

Another client cancelled. Shizuo sighed. He'd be heading to the lower rankings at this rate. Every day another client cancelled and today was a regular. Shizuo curled up on the bed. He'd stopped taking aphrodisiacs. No point when he hadn't had sex in a week.

Shizuo groaned spitting out curses as he threw the cancellation request to the floor. His fingers sought his cock, painfully engorged. Thrusting into his hand, Shizuo moaned, playing with his balls. Why? Why was he losing everything?

"These are the current unofficial rankings." Mikado mused. "This one here has always been in the middle. He's now at the bottom."

"That would be because he has no clients." Izaya shrugged.

"Which would make him your precious flower." Aoba cracked a grin. "So you're getting rid of the ranking system?"

"Not yet." Izaya decided. Something had been bugging him and until he found out what it was, he couldn't dissolve the system. "Who are the two in bold?"

"Those would be the thresholds. The two of us are the top flowers, but those two are like a gate. The house master always interviews them for the rankings to change." Mikado explained.

"Then that shouldn't change. Have Masaomi Kida called in."

"Where's the house master?" Was the first question asked by the stunning flower with long blonde hair, despite being dressed in a simple hooded sweatshirt and jeans.

"Busy. We're filling in." Aoba grinned taking the centre desk.

"Uh huh, I see two has become three."

"The rankings have come in." Mikado said sliding the sheet forward. "These are the flowers the house wants to move to the bottom tier."

Izaya watched as Masaomi took the list and genuinely read over it. "These three yes, these two no."

"Shizuo Heiwajima has seen no clients, you believe he shouldn't be moved?"

Masaomi snorted. "I believe he should be moved but up and not down. This isn't the first time he hasn't seen clients. From what I know of this flower, it's never just sex. Shizuo has a habit of falling in love with client after client. He's the romance scandal of the house. I'm surprised you two didn't know. Come next rankings I'm sure he'll be back up there. As for the other flower. Sex injury. I won't have them in the bottom tier for that. Anything else?"

"That will be all." Mikado said at his subtle gesture.

"Great. See ya." With a hand wave, Masaomi headed for the door and let it slam behind him.

"Call Kadota Kyohei here." Izaya instructed.

"Where's the house master?" Kadota asked, wearing a pullover and a hat. He looked more masculine than feminine but they housed all sorts of flowers.

"Busy, we're filling in." Aoba said.

"Alright. You've got the rankings in?" Kadota stepped forward and took a seat. Mikado dutifully handed over the rankings with one amend. Like Masaomi, it looked like Kadota took his role seriously. "This one, yes. This one no. They're hit and miss, if they're ever consistent I'll take them. This one…absolutely not." Kadota scowled.

"Shizuo Heiwajima? Why not? He's been consistent." Mikado asked.

"Not always. He's a liability. He's well known for falling in love with his clients. It's unprofessional and he doesn't have the skill set in bed. If anything he should be in the bottom tier!"

"You can go now." Aoba said.

"Sure." Kadota nodded and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

"So neither of them want your flower in their tier." Aoba grinned. "So what to do?"

"Leave him where he is?" Mikado suggested.

"For now. Keep an eye on both of them." Izaya ordered. It felt like he was finally getting to what was bothering him.

Life and business went on at the pleasure house. Then came the rankings. Nothing had changed at all. And Shizuo remained in the centre.

"How does a flower with no clients remain in the middle?" Izaya questioned.

"The thresholds messed with everyone else." Aoba grinned. "All month they've been cancelling clients or re-directing them."

"They've been keeping your flower in the middle." Mikado reported.

"Which leaves another question." Izaya mused. "Why? Masaomi-kun did say Shizu-chan fell in love with clients. Let's see what happens."

Shizuo hated being centre of attention. One of his clients stood at the bottom of the stairs making a ruckus. By his side was a police officer and who he could only assume was a pleasure house verifier.

"There she is! I told you she's a woman."

"Shizuo Heiwajima, if you'd like to come with us. There have been some allegations made. You are aware this is a pleasure house specifically for futas. If you are not then you aren't protected by the house and are therefore illegally trading."

Shizuo sighed. This wasn't the first time it had happened. All of his clients signed NDAs. "No need for privacy." He said with bravado. He wasted no time in untieing his kimono, letting it drop to reveal his bra and panties. His breasts were generous, the same with the package between his legs.

Shizuo unclipped his bra and tossed it to the floor. He pulled at the bow on the side of his panties, the front flapping down to show his cock. "Do I need to take these off fully or will this do?"

The verifier sighed. "That will do. Thank you. It would seem there has been a misunderstanding."

"No way! I'm telling you that's a woman!"

Shizuo sighed picking up his kimono. "There are certain clients like this one that can only handle sleeping with a woman. They can't admit they might be fucking something part male. I tuck to make it easier on them but then this happens. If they don't want male parts they shouldn't come to a futa house."

The police officer glared at the man, as did the verifier. They left with the shamed ex client in tow. Shizuo slipped up the stairs quickly slipping into Masaomi's room where the other two were waiting.

"Why do I always have to be the girl?" His friend complained.

"Because I'm better as a man." Kyohei said simply.

"Well you can have them back." Shizuo joined them on the floor, hands in the centre and on three they drank from the small bottles on the floor.

"Thank fuck!" Masaomi grinned patting his cock.

Shizuo sat as a female, setting the empty bottle down. "That was too close. Sorry guys."

"Eh, what's another asshole." Masaomi shrugged.

"Do you want my intended to take care of him?" Kyohei asked quietly.

Shizuo laughed just as quietly. "No, it should be okay now." The last thing he wanted was to be connected to a serial killer's victim. "Will we have to move house?"

Masaomi tossed his empty bottle to one side and pulled out his thin pipe. "Nah. Besides it takes ages to set up the rankings. You'd be vulnerable."

"There hasn't been any trouble we couldn't handle." Kyohei agreed taking the pipe. "I say we stay for now."

Shizuo took the offered pipe, lounging on his belly, kimono draped over him. Taking a drag he handed it back to Masaomi. "Alright then. Not sure how long that'll last with no clients though."

"It won't be forever." Masaomi shrugged passing the pipe on. "Once your family fuck off and leave you alone…"

Shizuo grimaced taking the pipe. Coughing he handed it back. "Like that'll will happen." He swung his legs slowly back and forth feeling a little light headed. "This is some good shit."

Masaomi grinned. "Of course. I know quality. All that's missing is the alcohol." The blond looked accusingly at Kyohei.

The more mature one out of their group looked back placidly. "No alcohol with drugs or medication."

Shizuo snorted rolling onto his side. Medication? That was a joke. It was near witchcraft, what they could do. "I need a bath." Shizuo frowned.

"Come on then." Kyohei handed the pipe to Masaomi and scooped him up. Shizuo pulled his kimono closed but his breasts were being an annoyance. "I'll make sure you don't drown."

Shizuo held on as Kyohei lowered him to sit on the edge of the bath. His kimono slipped from his shoulders and the panties were already done for. He held on as Kyohei eased him into the water.

"That's nice." He murmured.

"It would be nicer if you stayed awake." There was a slight splash as Kyohei soaked a cloth and pressed it against his skin. "Strawberries and chocolate." Shizuo mumbled eyeing the bottles and the scents.

He stayed still as Kyohei methodically washed him, patting his legs when told. Kyohei got a bit wet helping him from the bath. Shizuo was wrapped in a big fluffy towel hugging his body. He went lax as he was dried, his hair was dried and he was clothed for bed. Kyohei tucked him in and then left. He fell asleep quickly.

Kadota gently closed the door to Shizuo's room, so as not to wake him. Just as quietly he made his way down the stairs to the bottom tier rooms and where they'd just come from.

"He's bathed and asleep." Kadota announced stepping into the room. "He's getting stressed again. Maybe I should ask my intended to deal with them. Masaomi?" Kadota looked at the bed and then the bath finding both empty. With a sigh he left the room and headed to his own.

Shizuo had a client. He heard the door open and close again. With a light hearted giggle he sat up and waved in what was supposed to be a seductive pose. He was too high to give a damn.

His partner for the night climbed onto the bed. Shizuo moaned happily as his partner kissed him everywhere, touching everywhere. "Oh. It's you." Shizuo gasped as he was taken apart. He moved his thigh, spreading himself, back arching as he relaxed his body for his partner's cock.

"You're doing so well." His partner murmured. "Such a good girl taking my cock."

Shizuo blushed, chest warming at the praise. He'd always liked been complimented. His partner focused on his pleasure, Shizuo crested over his peak and shattered.

Shizuo was a sucker for all things romantic, so of course he stupidly fell for the client with no name. A new regular that visited every night. Another one that took up all his time but never visited during the day. Another one heading for heartbreak. Maybe this time he needed to be the one to say no.

"Are you not playing?" Aoba asked spreading Mikado open.

Izaya wasn't in the mood.

"Shh." Mikado chided. "Shizuo locked the door tonight."

"Yesterday as well." Izaya corrected. "Why?"

"Wrong time of the month?" Aoba suggested. "If Shizuo is a switch, it would make sense."

Izaya scowled and left them to it. In the bottom tier he found Masaomi. "Oh it's you, house business or finished playing with number one and two?"

Izaya ignored the jibe. "Shizuo Heiwajima is going to be in the bottom again. It's been noted he's locking his door at night."

Masaomi scowled and Izaya caught the genuine fear cross his pretty face. "He's protecting himself."

Izaya forced himself to stay calm. "From a client?"

"The ones Shizuo falls in love with only visit at night. Do you know why that is?" Masaomi asked softly.

He had an idea. He just wasn't supposed to know Shizuo's secret. "Because it's dark?" He said instead.

Masaomi snorted. A private inside joke. "Harder to deny what you're doing during the day. Shizuo knows it's just another client lost in a fantasy. So this time he's ending it before he gets hurt."

Izaya closed the door. "And what if I was that client?" He asked.

"Pretty sure Shizuo could tell if his client was a futa." Masaomi laughed as if he was ridiculous.

Izaya sighed and stood shucking off his kimono. His breasts were out and it was clear by the panties he was wearing, that he was completely flat. "I'm what you'd call a switch. Female during the day and male at night. I have an illusion glamour to use with clients."

Masaomi cursed and sat down. "Yeah, I can see that. That's actually a plausible excuse. Except for the fact relationships are forbidden in the house."

"Not if you're the new house master." Izaya shrugged picking the kimono back up. "Which I am."

Masaomi stared at him for a long moment. "You're Shizuo's fated, aren't you?"

Izaya moved his hair to show the sigil barely visible.

Masaomi blew out a breath. "You sure took your sweet ass time."

Shizuo sighed as he left his room and joined the others in the main area of the house. Another announcement. Except it was Aoba and Mikado front and centre.

"Flowers, you've been watched and observed. Now is the time for the truth. We have a new house master and some things will change." Aoba grinned.

Shizuo felt dread trickle through him.

"Izaya Orihara. Owner of his previous house as well as the number one."

Shit. Shizuo had pretty much ignored everyone in the house except for Kadota and Masaomi. There was no way he would've been liked.

Izaya was beautiful though, the perfect balance between man and woman as he moved gracefully across to join the other two.

"Firstly I'm happy to see all my flowers are healthy and happy." Izaya said voice soft but carrying across the room. "There will be changes but change can be good. The ranking system is being abolished. I see no point in forcing you to compete with one another. You may be given goals but you will no longer be pitted against one another."

Shizuo sighed in relief. He wasn't the only one. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Romantic relationships between flowers are no longer forbidden." Izaya continued. "As such I would like to introduce my fated mate and your new house mistress."

Shizuo refrained from a scoff. Of course Izaya was taken. All the good ones were. It was just a question of how well the other half treated them.

"Shizuo Heiwajima, you'll need to come here." Izaya said startling him.

Shizuo frowned but went anyway guided through and pushed by Masaomi into Izaya's arms to stop his fall. Izaya held him close. Shizuo had a distinctly flat chest in his daytime form.

"Shizu-chan and I will not be taking on clients in future, however we will be focused on your safety. That is all."

Shizuo was lost, led up the stairs to the top tier and into what was Izaya's room. Their room. "Uh…"

Izaya closed the door, already undoing his kimono sash and letting the material pool at his ankles. The panties followed and Shizuo gaped at the clear female form.

"This is the first time you're seeing the daytime me." Izaya murmured. "And the first time I'm seeing the daytime you."

Shizuo numbly undid his own kimono, revealing his flat chest and cock already stiffening. Izaya touched him. Kissed him. Shizuo recognised the pattern as Izaya led him to bed, sliding between his legs to pleasure him. Shizuo felt inadequate as Izaya took the lead.

Izaya was a pro, a former number one. Shizuo gasped as Izaya slid down his cock with ease. Izaya kissed him again, touching and tasting as he rode him. Shizuo came hard and fast. Izaya followed rolling off him with a laugh, snuggling into his side. "You're perfect." Izaya praised. "I'll make sure to return the favour tonight. For now, a bath?"

Shizuo nodded letting Izaya lead him to the water.

End