Author’s note: this is a fan work from the manga/anime series of the same name, and as such is likely subject to out-of-character interpretations, plot inconsistencies, or various other discrepancies in the lore of the series proper. If that bothers you too much, feel free to leave at any time, I won’t judge.
Welcome to the world of Interspecies Reviewers! Home to the fabled red-light district, if there’s a species you ever wanted to “study up” on, then this is THE place to do so at! Among the various outlets for “relief” lies one very special brothel that this story will be the focus of, but before we get to that we need to first detail WHO it is that will be participating on this fine night of debauchery….
We find ourselves at the favored guild/merrymaking tavern of the area, the Ale and Eats, where more than a few adventurers are looking to fulfill various quests posted on the notice board. For as much drabble as the enticing rewards draw, a different type of “prize” is far more captivating….
“Ah, perfect! That’s another review completed! Now we wait for the crowd to gather ‘round and see what their consensus is.”
Sticking a pamphlet on the corkboard is none other than the famed hero of the land, Stunk. He’s a toned, muscular human of sorts who can usually be found with a cigarette in his mouth, and despite his name being similar to stink and stank his combat prowess on multiple battlefields has earned him admonishment from his peers alongside valued rank.
“Yo, Stunk! Don’t start with the self-masturbatory wank just yet! One review alone doesn’t change the opinions of the many!”
The only other person who could verbally challenge Stunk and get away with it is none other than his best friend, Zel. As the long lived elf of the group, his skills with magic and archery are second-to-none. Though as far as elf age goes being at “only” over 200 years makes him one of the younger ones in town, which likely means that he still has room to grow even still.
“Let my superior thoughts on our latest exploit show the fine folk what it REALLY MEANS to get down to business!”
“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you put your money where your mouth is if you’re so confident that your review will garner more attention!”
“Hah? Bring it on then I say!”
Friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, and for all intents and purposes this was but another one of the duo’s public showboating feats. However, I DID mention that they were part of a group, and who else to break up the low stakes fight than-
“Aw geez, you posers! Attention is all fine and dandy but the real caveat to our reviews is all the gold we’ll receive from our gullible-WILLING. Willing, patrons.”
Such an obvious display of greed is exhibited by the pint-sized (in multiple affairs) halfling, Kanchal. As the rogue of the group, his ability to slip in and out of many situations has been an asset to the team on plenty of occasions both big and small. Key word being “small” of course, which may be why you can only catch him in either a grumpy, shrewd, or lewd mood.
“Fine then! Post your dumpy review and see if it gets more than a few pity glares from the ladies!” Stunk declared. A quick grab and another set of pins later, Kanchal’s review was posted with the other two’s. Now this trio of reviews is all fine and good, but the real appeal for most of the regular locals of the eatery comes from the perspective of their last consistent member.
“Er, could the three of you stop making a scuffle over nothing? A bit of ruckus is allowed as per the nature of the Ale and Eats, but I don’t want this turning into something I’ll need to call Meidri-San over for!”
The moral reason of the group, this very rare specimen known as the angel Crimvael (or Crim for short) is the pure glue that keeps everything together as it were. They are originally NOT of this world as an envoy of Heaven, and were rescued by Stunk and Zel after an encounter with a monstrous beast. While not a fighter per say, their vast resistances to most any element aside from darkness and heavy physical attacks made them a very reliable source of tanking on at least one scenario. And to top it all off, their pretty appearance only added to their righteous image.
“Sheesh Crim, learn to chill out a bit! After all the ‘spelunking’ you’ve done with us you figure that you’d be a tad more lax about banter like ours…” Zel lamented. Once the final commentary had been posted against the wall, the group decided to rest at one of the tables and order some much needed grub. Even lascivious people need to eat after all.
“Oi! Meidri-San! Give us some roast monster beef as a reward for all the gold we’ll be bring in!”
“I’ll go for the freshest garden salad you have! Hopefully that can be arranged….”
“I’m looking to drink my own weight in booze, so a mug of ale for now would be great!”
“Yes, coming! I’ll be over in a second!”
Being one of the finer attractions of the pseudo-guild, the alluring bird-maid Meidri helped Crim stay afloat by taking them under her wings after convincing the owner to let them stay upstairs, in exchange for them becoming an employee to help out with the many, MANY foolhardy individuals that liked to call this quaint taphouse their home. Needless to say, Meidri would be out of her league trying to satiate as many customers as she does without Crim’s help.
“While I do appreciate all the money that’s come in lately cause of you, somehow I can’t help but feel like it’s come at the cost of my own ethos…”
“Those are some big words coming from an even bigger boobed booty bird!”
*CONK!*
“Stunk, what the hell else do you think saying THAT of all things would get you?”
“I’ve gotta agree with Zel here, if you can’t dodge outta the way of quick attacks like I can then you have no business making smarmy remarks like that to such a powerful opponent.”
As the elf and halfling look on at Stunk’s practically lifeless form with disdain, Crim reluctantly gets their food over to them for Meidri in just a few moment’s time.
“This is why I said to be careful of your actions…it looks bad on me as well if I can’t corral you guys together…”
“LIKE YOU HAVEN’T THOUGHT ABOUT MEIDRI-SAN IN SUCH A WAY YOURSELF, YA WINGED WELCHER!”
As I noted earlier, Stunk’s body was “practically lifeless”, not “truly dead”, and there truly isn’t anyone who can match his perverseness to the point of coming back to life not unlike a cockroach of congruent cockiness. Regardless, this was just another day at the Ale and Eats….
Elsewhere….
“Hahn, it’s my day off and yet I’m bored as hell! Won’t somebody take me for a ride, or even a simple date?”
The “ride” in this context isn’t one in a horse-drawn carriage to say the least, and is being said by one of the local “Succu-girls”, Piltia the halfling. Like Kanchal, she’s a very small yet surprisingly assertive fellow who likes to get her way, consent in the bedroom be damned. It’s okay because her clients typically ask to be dominated though due to the contrast between her cutesy demeanor and demanding personality.
“I don’t think I can take you out on a date, but I CAN moooove you to somewhere nice in my airbags if you’d like!”
“Tch! If it isn’t my direct competitor!”
“Huh? What are you mooooaning about now?”
The individual who sloshed her way into the scene just now was none other than THE queen of boobage herself, a cow girl named Ginny. As someone who possesses a super-sized bust like she does, anyone not into lithe girls like Piltia would be more willing to flock over to the dairy providing dame, robbing the halfling of business.
“Why would I EVER want to be squished between the udders of some cow who can’t even see where she’s walking half the time?”
“Oh dear, I can’t help it if I have to heave these hefty heifers everywhere! Even if I am kind of clumsy cause of them I promise to take things nice and slow with you in tow!”
“Hmph! You certainly won’t see ME getting jiggled about like some kid in a baby carrier!”
“Mnn, I think somebody’s just jealous of my mega milkers and doesn’t want to admit it.”
“WHAT?!? IF I COULD I’D TAKE YOUR TITS FOR MYSELF AND HAVE THEM FOR MYSELF I WOULD!”
“Moo hoo hoo…so mean…”
“HEY! KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO MAKE IT THROUGH OUR DAY WITHOUT GETTING DICKED DOWN MENTALLY OFF THE CLOCK!”
The two vastly different species look over alarmed as someone with sharp claws, fangs, and an unruly attitude walks in on this display of egregiousness. The offender in question is a hyena lass by the name of Elza. If she isn’t dealing with a client making them feel good, you’ll likely see her smoking her worries away or taking pleasure in…sticking with her “ideals”…as it were. Saying she had an outburst would be an understatement.
“I swear, if the two of you don’t zip your lips right this instant I’ll be sure to ‘fill them up’ my own way….”
“Well…you see…fine.” Piltia dejectedly backed off.
“So long as everything works out we can moooove forward without any problems, right?”
“If it means NOT hearing yet another cow related pun I guess I can make up with you…”
“See, that wasn’t nearly as hard as I get on the daily, right? Now if you excuse me I’ve got other things to attend-”
“HOLD ON NOW MISSY! You didn’t think you could have a girl’s gathering without me, did you?”
“Oh hey, it’s Mitsue-San!”
“Yaaay, Mitsue-San!”
“(Grgh, the old bat is here…)”
To the pleasure of Piltia and Ginny (and the dismay of Elza), one of the more beloved succu-girls of the district arrived. While most humans would consider someone like Mitsue “far past her prime” age-wise, most of the other succu-girl species liked seeing the experience and technique a shorter lived species relatively speaking could wield. If you take into account that Mitsue is “just another human” suddenly her saggy grandma tits, portly belly, and wrinkled face is the only physical barrier for species who like the vitality her strong mana exudes.
“What seems to be the drabble around these parts, girls?”
“Oh, not much! Little old me was just looking for a hot stud to treat me right for my day off!”
“I offered to transport her with my milk tanks, but no dice sadly.” Ginny mopes as she emphasizes her bodacious bosom.
“Ohohoho! Always a jokester, that Ginny-San!”
“…that wasn’t a joke, grandma.”
“Elza-San, what’s got your panties in a twist anyways? Is it a cute boy?” The halfling salaciously inquired.
“You see, I’ve gotten a ‘special request’ of sorts from an Anonymous client, and they told me to meet up at the Gender Swap Inn for whatever reason.”
“Hmm, what’s their mooootivation for doing so?”
“Maybe a John’s looking to get ‘walked home gently’ by Elza-San!” Mitsue chuckled aloud.
“Nah, it’s nothing simple like that. Anything involving that space-case witch CAN’T be easygoing….”
“Maybe I should tag along then! I have nothing better to do right now and doing what amounts to some volunteer work sounds like a peachy keen way to earn some brownie points with the locals~ Ehehehe!”
“(And yet I feel like her good will is only mooomentary…)” Ginny thought to herself as she followed after the two of them.
“Don’t leave me behind gals! I can only go so fast on foot you know!”
Back at the tavern….
“URRRGGGHH…PARDON…MEEEEZZZZZ….”
“Geez laweez, what is THAT?”
“Get away from the monster! It smells AWFUL!”
“I’ve been in bathrooms that are less rancid than whatever HE IS.”
As the various guests quickly scurried away from both the mysterious creature and the restaurant as a whole, they eventually get to the notice board and whack a poster to the wall, leaving behind a stench beyond words and a dark aura of repulsiveness.
“REVIEWERZZZZ…FULFILLZZ…REQUESTZZZ…?”
“Psst…Stunk, I THINK it might be talking about us?” Zel observed from a distance.
“Hehe, for as much of a racket as this guy’s making somehow YOU’RE not the stinkbug here!”
“Well…who else could he be talking about? I’d approach him myself but angels don’t mix well with shadow beings like him, NO OFFENSE SIR!”
“GROARGH…NO WORRIEZZZ…”
“Mrgh, guess I don’t have a choice…”
Being the forced upon representative of the reviewers group, Stunk carefully made his way over to the stranger life form while staying two meters apart.
“Oi! I don’t know who or what you are, but you better explain yourself real quick before I deal with you myself!”
“MOARGH…REVIEWERZZZ…HAVE FUN WITH…OTHER SPECIEZZZ…YEZZZ…?”
“It’s a bit more than ‘just’ having fun but yes, we do!”
“GLURGH…THEN I HAVE MY OWN REQUESTZZZ…REVIEWERZZZ DO THEIR JOBZZZ…I GIVE PAYMENTZZZ…REVIEWERZZZ GET MONEYZZZ…I GET INSPIRATIONZZZ…”
“Hah! What sort of ‘inspiration’ would someone like YOU even need anyways?”
“FLURGHLE…IT’ZZZ…COMPLICATED…REVIEWERZZZ AZZEZZ FOR THEMSELVEZZZ WHETHER OR NOT THIS APPEALZZZ OR NOT…I WILL BE TAKING MY LEAVE NOWZZZ…”
Thankfully for all the patrons that had working nostrils, the being slumbered out of the eatery and went about it’s way. After a couple minutes everything was mostly back to normal. Well, as “normal” as a raunchy hang out for riveting folk like this could get.
“So, what’s the conditions on this brothel say?” Kanchal briskly moved on top of a nearby table to peek at the request himself.
“…Swap-stitute Creature? The hell kind of name for a brothel is THAT?”
“(Is it really any less odd than the ‘person’ in question?)”Zel debated to himself.
“ ’Come one, come all! Join the Grand Arch Mage Demia as she opens up a side venture to the Gender Swap Inn! Become anyone you desire, whether you like it or not! Will you make yourself aware to the happenings, or leave yourself in the dark? The choice is yours! Located at 6969 Peniwill Avenue, two doors down!’ ” Crim read aloud for the group.
“Think the consensus is good to go here? While the Gender Swap Inn wasn’t my favorite, a chance to see that babe Demia again CAN’T be a bad thing!” Stunk mused happily.
“Egh, you humans have it easy only taking her aesthetic into consideration…how are you NOT privy to the sheer amount of magic she has?”
“It’s true! Just being around HER of all people gives me the heebie-jeebies!”
While Zel and Kanchal shared a trauma together, Crim had their own opinion on the matter…
“(…Swap-stitue Creature? I’m kind of sickened at the thought of something so immoral…and yet I’m curious as well…plus if it has to do with one of my more favorite places to go to it couldn’t hurt to go there just for the fun of it…)”
“Welp, you all know the saying ‘nothing ventured nothing gained’ right? That’s why we should try and keep an open mind on…whatever it is this place is all about!” Stunk clamored for the group.
“Alright, alright! We’ll play along with this weirdo’s scheme for now!”
“ ’Become anyone you desire’ huh? If it’s anything like the crafting experience of the Sex Marionette and their countless Golem designs, you can count me in!”
“Sigh…I’ll join all of you as well once I’m done with my work shift…if nothing else maybe I’ll see Elza-San once more.”
And so, both the Interspecies Reviewers and the Succu-Girls would soon set foot on a brothel venture like nothing they have ever seen before…
If you bothered to read this far, thanks! Let me know how I’m doing! I have other stories on the Internet if you search up my username but I haven’t really used my dA for anything of note so I figured “why not?” New chapters will be up for this series as they are completed so have yourself a good one until then!