Commission: You Must Pay the Rent
Story by Evil Empire
Commissioned by biggoron
Having never done a story commission before I can say I learned from this experience. Mostly I learned I'm not any good at doing commission work. In Macy's situation I would have quickly found myself living under a bridge somewhere with my most prized possession being the shopping cart I stole from Wal Mart.
While not something specified by the commissioner I snuck in a lot of references, many of them easy to spot but some you'll only spot if you're familiar with other stories I've written.
Now for the dreaded tags: NO FUTA!, male and female, attempts at humor, silly references
You Must Pay the Rent
You Must Pay the Rent
Commissioned by biggoron
Part One
Macy Canonical stared at the neatly printed paper in her hand. She had known for awhile this day was coming. Just like she knew her layoff was coming. But it wasn't until she held that pink slip in her hand that it became real to her.
The white sheet of paper she held was commonly known as a "Pay Rent or Quit" notice. As such things went the terms were pretty generous; pay the rent due within seven days or leave the apartment. The minimum required by state law was three days. But Old Lady Henderson was a bit of a soft touch and until her recent financial problems, Macy had been a model tenant: clean, quiet and drama-free.
Since her layoff she had been looking for work tirelessly through every means possible. She searched the online employment databases, checked the 'help wanted' section of the newspaper and went to the employment office in hopes of finding work. Only to be offered shitty retail jobs that wouldn't pay enough to even make her rent.
Still, it had been months and she was mere days from being homeless. Maybe working at McDonald's wouldn't be so bad after all.
She sighed, still looking at the pay or quit notice. It had been a good run but it was time to face facts. Tomorrow she would start applying for shitty retail jobs and hope she could get something slightly less shitty than McDonald's. Then she would phone her parents and beg them to let her have her old room back until she could find a place that she could afford on her new, lower salary.
It would be humiliating as well as chafing to live under her parent's roof once more and to deal with their ridiculous rules such as the 10PM curfew they maintained but it would only be until she could find some cockroach infested hole-in-the-wall to call her own.
Ah well, at least there was some left-over pizza and one last wine cooler in the fridge. Tonight would be her last night of freedom so she would enjoy it.
Once she procured the pizza and wine cooler from the fridge she sat down as her computer and booted up her laptop. What better way to celebrate one's last night of freedom than with cold pizza, a girly wine cooler and a fresh batch of literary porn?
Her computer screen lit up with all the glory that was Futanari Dungeon- home of the raunchiest futa stories and the greatest writer of futanari smut to ever grace the internet, HottyMommyMindy or HMM as she was affectionately called by her legions of fans.
As she navigated through FD towards the repository of pornographic prose she slipped her free hand under the waistband of her sweatpants. Just as she was about to click to enter the Porn Prose section her eyes snagged on the new addition the Room of Literary Lewdness: the Writing Commission forum.
Writing stories for money? Could it really be that easy? It had to be better than working for McDonald's, but could she really make money writing dickgirl smut?
It couldn't hurt to try. After reading the sticky thread on how to set up shop she made her own commission thread. Luckily, she had written a few smutty dickgirl stories a couple years earlier so she had some examples of her work.
The biggest issue was what rate to charge. After checking several other commission threads she settled on a rate significantly higher than what the apparent average was. The tradeoff was the higher rate would discourage some potential commissioners but working for a mere penny per word wouldn't bring in nearly enough money to pay the rent in time to avoid an eviction unless she somehow pumped out a near impossible ten thousand words a day.
Once she had her own commission thread set up there was nothing left to do but enjoy some 'personal' time with HMM's latest romp in which HMM grew a dick and impregnated everyone's favorite cartoon heroine and family. Titled, of course, In Possible. The pen--ultimate in self-insert fan fiction.
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Benjamin Dover sighed as he perused Futanari Dungeon's story forum. More stories about ten foot cocks or weird transformations where ordinary women transformed into futanari with sapient talking dicks. This wasn't the Porn Prose he had known and loved years earlier. This was a new, weird alter
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