Story time, everybody.

Content Warning: Transphobia, brief Graphic Violence.

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It had been a perfectly uneventful day at The Cerulean Room; No unruly drunk patrons in the main room. No clientele getting grabby or violent without permission.

Well, so far.

Sapphire recognized Jerry as he strode into the main room; he was a rather plain-looking 30-something human man who had come into her establishment with his wife a week ago. He'd paid one of her girls for some oral, and she took care of him in one of the side-booths without incident. But tonight he came in alone, and she had a bad feeling.

The human sat down next to Tiffany; a trans girl elk and one of Sapphire's newest hires. Tiffany finished her shift earlier and was getting drunk at the bar, when he approached her.

Tiffany was mostly pretty satisfied with the effects of being on female hormones for nearly 5 years now, though her antlers were an unwanted eyesore. She couldn't afford treatment to permanently remove them, so she just kept them filed down.

Sapphire's hearing was quite good, and if she wanted to she could hear them all the way across the main room. But there was no need; their body language told her everything she needed to know; Tiffany was kind of tired from work, but she thought this guy was pretty cute. She decided one more paid romp would be fine, and so she led him to the private rooms down the hall.

Sapphire followed from a distance, which was probably unnecessary. In this business, she'd seen creepy men of all kinds. They could be weird, but they were mostly harmless. Mostly.

The two went into a room, and things sounded fine for a little while. Sapphire decided she was just being paranoid, and made her way back down the hall.
Then she heard some shouting. The two were having some kind of disagreement. Then there was a loud thud. Oh no.

Sapphire came to the door, but stopped. Tiffany was one of her girls that provided rough sex for more aggressive clients (for an added fee, of course). Perhaps that's all this was?

Then she heard Tiffany's voice. It was strained, like she couldn't breathe.
"P-please *gasp* st-stop."

Sapphire tensed up, and her heart skipped a beat. She forced the door open, causing a loud crack in the doorframe, on her way inside.

They were both on the bed. Jerry had her pinned down, with his hands around her throat. Tiffany was fighting him, but having her oxygen cut off had debilitated her pretty damn fast.

Sapphire dropped her cigarette holder and ran straight to the bed. She took Jerry by the neck, yanked him off of her girl, and chucked him hard across the room. The little man literally didn't know what hit him.
"Huh? AUUGH!"

Jerry slammed into the wall, which knocked the wind out of him. He then collapsed onto the carpet, leaving a large dent in the drywall. He panted and coughed, too stunned to move.

Tiffany gasped, taking a deep breath. She sat up, clutching her throat. She was shaking, and crying. Sapphire breathed a sigh of relief. Tiffany was okay. She'd probably need a day or two off after this, but Sapphire could worry about that later.

The elk sighed as she caught her breath, glancing at Jerry, then Sapphire.
"Thank you."

Sapphire nodded.
"I had a feeling about him. Just rest for now, I'll take of this."

She calmly strolled across the room. She picked her cigarette holder off the floor. Then she turned to Jerry.
"What the hell were you doing?"

Jerry panted, catching his breath. He started to get up, but only had one foot on the ground when he realized a red panda almost as tall as him was staring down at him. She did not look pleased.

Jerry hesitated.
"Oh. Uh….I should probably go," Jerry stammered. "I'll just-"

"I'm going to ask you one more time," Sapphire spat, cutting him off.
"What. The hell. Were you doing?"

Jerry couldn't move. This woman wasn't especially imposing, or even dangerous-looking. But as she glared at him, it felt as if something was pushing down on him. He couldn't have known he was face to face with a demigoddess. Or that the force of her own will was bearing down on him.

His leg shook and quickly gave out, and he fell back onto his butt. He avoided her gaze as he tried to explain himself.
"Ow! Um. I was just...defending myself. That's all."

Sapphire's left eye twitched.
"Defending yourself."

"Yes!" Jerry stammered, "Sh....he didn't tell me he was a dude until we were in bed. I'm not into men!"

Tiffany made a face at him.
"I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to listen."

Sapphire face tensed up. She was gritting her teeth.
"Are you kidding me?!"

Jerry froze, expecting Sapphire to lash out or something. But her mind was suddenly elsewhere.

She'd heard claims just like Jerry's from some clients, and from reports on guys like him, over and over going back over 100 years.
It was always the same excuse. Tale as old as time. But something about this dipstick brought back a very old memory.

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It was 1853. February 9th. Despite all these years, the date was etched into her memory. She was 22, working at a brothel run by a fierce older possum named Bretta.
Sapphire couldn't remember the name of the place anymore.

Sapphire was just a mortal then, without the power to change her body. Compared to now, she looked more like a feminine man than a woman in those days. And her job was far more dangerous.

She remembered the client; he was a burly donkey. She had taken him upstairs. After they slept together, he became violent.
He pinned her down, choked her, punched her in the face, and called her every slur in the book.

Crying, she begged him to stop. He laughed, and kept pummeling her. Then suddenly the door swung open. Bretta, armed with a shotgun, stood in the doorway.
The man stopped beating Sapphire just long enough to see the barrel, before Bretta blew off the top of his head. A huge mess splattered across the bed and far wall.
Sapphire laid on the bed. Trembling. And now, splattered with blood.

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Back in the present, Sapphire's heart was pounding in her chest, and she was breathing pretty hard. She was grinding her teeth. Her hands were so tense, her cigarette holder snapped in two.

Tiffany didn't know Sapphire's past, but she could tell something was wrong.
"....boss? Are you okay?"

Sapphire blinked, snapping out of it. She took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking. She dropped her now-broken antique cigarette holder, and rubbed her forehead.

Sapphire sighed and glanced back to Tiffany. That look of fury in her eyes was gone. She looked tired, almost older than before.
"I'm all right. Thank you., Tiffany."

Jerry had no idea what was going on, but the force pushing down on him had faded away. He got back onto his feet and headed for the door.

He was almost out of the room when Sapphire spotted him. The same unseen force slammed him onto his stomach again.
"Aaah, what the hell!"
"You're not getting off the hook that easily, after what you just did."
"W-what?"
"You really don't get it. You can't understand what it's like. To be made to feel so completely powerless, like the entire world wants you dead. A man like you wouldn't."

A twisted thought crossed her mind. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"But I'm going to MAKE you understand."

Zhen, a 7'3" tiger and one of her bouncers, came by and stood at the cracked doorway. He saw Jerry, then noticed Sapphire and Tiffany.
"Is everything under control, ma'am?"
"Yes, Zhen. Thank you."

Sapphire paused.
"Zhen, could you do me a favor?"
"What is it, ma'am?"
"Bring this clown to my office, then tell all the escorts working today to meet me there. I'm going to hold a meeting."
"You got it!"

Sapphire turned to Tiffany.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?"
"I think so."
"Good. Come with me to my office."
"What's up?"

Sapphire glared down at the fool, pinned to the floor.
"I have an idea on how to deal with this. And I'll need all of you with me."

She turned to Zhen.
"Let's go."
"Yes, ma'am."

The weight bearing down on Jerry lifted, and he gasped. Before he could catch his breath, Zhen pulled pulled him to his feet and made him start walking alongside Sapphire.
"On your feet, little dude. Get moving."

Jerry was extremely confused.
"But...you can't just keep me here."

Sapphire coldly stares at him.
"You really have no idea how much you fucked up, do you? You're not going anywhere."

Jerry was starting to panic
"But I have rights!"

"No you don't," she sneered, "you forfeited your right to safe passage when you raised a hand against someone on my turf. One of my own, no less."

Jerry sputtered.
"What….what are you talking about?!"

Sapphire gritted her teeth.
"I'm a demigod, you pathetic little shit! There are so many rules and restrictions on what I can and can't do, it'd make your head spin. But after what YOU did? I'm free to do whatever I want."

The blood drained from Jerry's face.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take your life from you."

"You're gonna kill me?!"

She stared at him.
"No. But you're REALLY going to wish I had."

To Be Continued

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I got this AMAZING drawing of Sapphire from during her monthly patreon freebie stream last Sunday.

The art came out so good, it helped me finally get into the mindset I needed to write out exactly what it was Jerry said and did that motivated Sapphire to radically transform every detail of his physical form, his species, his sex life, even the last few years of his life, into a perpetually horny half-incubus zebra sex worker who calls himself Beth.

Art:

Story and characters: Mine