“Nekko, wake up, I have a job for you!”

The mouse boy was shaken awake roughly. “Uh hm...what?” Nekko’s eyes opened and focused on a calico cat. Amber stood over him, her paws on her hips.

“I said, there’s a job for you. A bat. She wants her pussy eaten, midnight at the Park. You’re the newbie, I figured this would be an easy job for you. You have an hour. Get your ass up and go meet her.”

Nekko sat up on his makeshift bed of cardboard and rags. “I was sleeping. Why can’t you get someone else?” It’s true he was the newbie, only having gotten in with the gang of other homeless cubs two months ago, but it seemed unnecessary to wake him up for this.

Apparently Amber didn’t agree. “Ugh! What the fuck else do you do around here huh? We’ve been easy on you since you’re new, but you gotta start bringing in money or else we’ll kick you out. Wanna try living on your own again? It worked so well for you last time! Don’t you like the food we share with you? Or the protection of living together? Don’t you think you should be chipping in for those things? Either bring in this money or get the fuck out! You have one hour!” She turned tail on the boy and loped off, leaving Nekko annoyed, yet abashed since she had a point.

Nekko rose to his footpaws, stretching out his arms and back. The alleyway he now called home with the twelve other cubs was deserted, it seemed everyone else was off on jobs or out negotiating with the other homeless gangs for resources. Nekko thought about his upcoming task. The past month he’d been getting “training” in sexual acts with his new family, but only with his paws. He understood the concept of giving oral to a female, but he's never actually done it. And now that he had to do it to a complete stranger for the first time, and for money, made him anxious.

The boy stood in the alley, looking up and down hoping someone would come along and save him from having to do this, but no one did. He knew this day would come eventually, but he was hoping it would be a two person job with one of the others. What would he say to this woman when he met her? How does a transaction like this work? What if he doesn’t do a good job? He’d been living on his own for a year before meeting the gang, and he did not want to go back to that life. His eyes darted down to his wrist, where several scars remained from the time he tried to take his own life. They saved him from that. They gave him food, and relative protection and comfort, much more than he ever had since living on the street. He had to do this. He had to!

The mouse took a deep breath, the stench of trash, piss, and unwashed bodies now nearly undetectable to his nose. The Park, if it could be really called that, was a single vacant lot between two tenement buildings several blocks away, where there were a few stubby trees, sparse bushes, patchy grass, and a couple benches, but mostly it was a site for sex trade and drug deals. He took up his thin, fraying coat he was using as a blanket, and shrugged it on before padding out of the alley and onto the main street.  It took the edge off the cool breeze of the leaffall night at least.

The Park was about 30 minutes away, and he knew the way well, even at night. He had come on several trips around the neighborhood with others of his gang for meetings with other gangs, or scouting trips to locate where food could be gotten, or making contact with clients to set up sex meetups. The streets in the Projects were by no means safe at night, but at least he’s become familiar with this area.

He turned onto the street the Park is on, but stayed on the far sidewalk. He peered into the darkness across the street as he passed it, checking for any shady animals that might be there. His gang didn’t deal in hard drugs like some others did, but he knows animals get beaten or worse if they interrupt a drug deal taking place. Fortunately, the lot was deserted, so he padded quickly across the street and into the Park.

He took his position on one of the benches, which creaked as if it would break under him as he sat down. While the lot was a pretty shitty park, it was some of the only greenery in the entire Projects District, a slight relief from all the dull, lifeless gray in the ghettos.

The walk here had warmed him up a little, but as he sat waiting, the cold air began to set in. He thought that he would be used to the cold, but apparently not, as the season began to turn once again into the bitter chill of leafbare. He bundled himself up tighter in his threadbare coat, when he saw a figure turn into the park. As a mouse, his night vision wasn’t all that great, and all the streetlights around this area had been smashed out, so he was on alert to run in case this wasn’t the bat woman he came to meet.

Fortunately, that wasn’t necessary. “You the one doing my service?” Her voice had the quality of broken glass: rough, grating, and with an edge of don’t-fuck-with-me. More details came into view as she approached him. She looked to be several inches taller than him, and had a short muzzle with black eyes, and a pair of pointed, fuzzy ears atop her head that reminded him of a wolf. She wore a long overcoat that fell to her knees, with wide openings for her wing-like arms. At the end of each wing was a short taloned paw. Nekko wasn’t much of a judge for age, especially as he hadn’t ever seen a bat this closely, but she seemed to be an older woman, aways past her prime.

Nekko rose from his seat. His nerves struck him then, and he stammered out a greeting. “Uh, yeah. I’m Nekko, um, good evening?”

The bat snorted loudly. “Fuck all if I’m telling you my name, and I’m just gonna call you Whore. Now get on with it!” She sat roughly beside him on the bench, unbuttoning the bottom half of her coat. The black membranes of her wings rustled as she did. 

The butterflies in Nekko’s stomach came back hard, now that it was time for him to perform his duty. He tried to suppress the shaking from his paws as he dropped onto his knees before his client. The woman opened her legs wide, and Nekko could see that under the coat she wore a short, tight skirt, but no panties underneath, giving the nervous mouse a direct look at her chiropteran sex. Knowing he’s gone beyond the point of no return, he thought back to his “training”. He brought his paw to his muzzle and licked his fingers, then pressed them against the bat’s vulva, pressing and rubbing in the way he was taught. 

After a while of this, and some impatient huffs from up above, the bat spoke up. “I’m not paying you to poke around down there, Whore! Eat up!” She wrapped both her skinny paws around Nekko’s head and shoved his muzzle roughly up against her pussy. His nose and mouth filled with the musky scent of her loose folds, and with no other recourse, he parted his muzzle and pressed his tongue into them. The taste of salt, urine, and something distinctly female covered his tongue, but having come all the way now, had no choice but to keep going. He planted kisses on her lower lips, inbetween long, deep laps with his tongue, and rubbing his pointed nose against her clit. 

Deep, growling came from up above his head, which he took to be sounds of pleasure, and the pulsations of her inner muscles brought rivulets of slick, salty cum which confirmed it. He closed his eyes and tried to focus himself entirely on his muzzle, trying to remove shame and self-identity from the lewd act he was committing. He felt her taloned paws petting and caressing his head, tweaking his ears, rubbing the nape of his neck. And maybe it was this soft, almost intimate contact or the sex itself, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he distantly registered the feeling of his slight cub cock stiffening in his pants. His abnegative concentration broke then, but he remembered what Amber had taught him: that he’s not allowed to touch himself while servicing a client unless the client wants you to. Well, being muzzle-deep in her crotch, he wasn’t about to ask, so he kept his paws firmly gripping the edge of the bench.

He refocused his attention, and lost himself in the act again. The muscles in his tongue began to tire, and compensated by kissing and suckling her engorged clit, earning another appreciative growl and more heavy petting. He remembered that it was the source of female pleasure and doubled down on it, sucking and licking as much as his tired tongue could muster. Her scent grew thicker and heavier, and gouts of nectar gushed liberally over his muzzle and neckfur. The bat woman pressed Nekko harder into her gash, the talons digging almost painfully into his fur, while humping into his muzzle with sharp thrusts of her wide hips. Nekko let out soft grunts with each uncomfortable impact, but the woman’s growls grew louder and higher to an unbroken, barely-contained howl of ecstasy. A  sustained gush of cum nearly suffocated the mouse as she was driven to a squirting orgasm. The bat pulled him roughly out of her crotch, and tossed him unceremoniously onto his back in the grass, while she plunged her paws into herself to ride out the rest of her high. Another jet of her cum landed on Nekko, right between his legs where the obvious round outline of his erection was, staining the crotch of his tight, ill-fitting jeans darkly.

Nekko waited for the bat to wind herself down, to a dark, panting heap of fur and wings. “Well, Whore,” she panted. “That was...actually impressive. Maybe it’s because you’re so fucking cute,” her eyes olging Nekko’s boner. She stood, looking somewhat shaky, and removed a folded wad of cash from her pocket. She removed a few bills and passed them to the mouse, then went on her way without looking back. Nekko looked at the payment and sighed. 50 taels. Not very much, maybe enough for a meal or two. He hoped Amber wouldn’t be too upset with such a low payment.

When he got back to the alley, Amber was already there. “It looks like you had some fun,” she quipped as he arrived, staring at the boy’s nectar-stained crotch with a cocked eyebrow. Nekko grunted, and handed over the cash. Amber scoffed, “cheapskate bitch…Well, it looks like you did the job anyway, so you’re off the hook, for now. Here’s your cut.” She handed Nekko back ᵵ10. “Have a good night,” and the cat turned and went on her way.

Nekko dug his thin, leather wallet from the pocket of his jeans and slipped the single bill inside. He returned to his cardboard pallet and laid down, nestling his head on a pillowcase of old rags. He’d like to change his wet jeans but he didn’t have another pair. Maybe he’ll ask to get some in the morning, now that he contributed to the gang's funds. He yawned widely, feeling exhausted, and more than a little dirty (or maybe dirty wasn’t the right word considering where he lives.) Either way, all he can do about it now is look forward to tomorrow, and if he can make that day even a tiny bit better than today, then that would be a good day.

And that thought was another thing Amber taught him too.