Fe-ass-t Business Exchange


Written by Septia.


“Mmmm, well now, what’s the mutt dragged in for me, this time?” 
	The response was laid back as I spread out the folder on Furina's desk, pushing forth a select few pictures to summarize the events of the operation. “Mission successful, though not without hardship, I suppose.” 
	Furina took some time, shifting back and forth in her chair. The lynx’s navel peeking up behind the desk in her swings. Though her visible form had a distinct lack of clothing.
	“Good mmf, dog. Knew I could rely on you for this. Many of my girls wouldn't take on this level of a task,” she said. Furina picked up picture after picture, seeing tied up men and women in dust tattered work-uniforms. “All these constructionworkers weren't too, burly and rigid, for you to handle, then?” the vixen said, shuddering now and again.
	“While lacking combat experience, the Clogg people aren't slouches. Do nothing but lug concrete around all day and you build up muscle. The whole quirk of this being a… ‘Peaceful operation’, limited my options to, less efficient ones.” 
	“And here you are; one, sturdy piece of man-meat. The Gutter Llp. folk will be satisfied to hear we have dealt with their little, Clogg issue.” 
	As The lynx spoke back to me, I noticed she didn't pull her eyes off of the paperwork, scanning every picture to compare with one in her mind. Despite a languid attitude, it was clear Furina was a professional. Even the times she quivered, her body followed along with the motions, used to the chills of the underground. Suppose you don't stay the head of a criminal organisation this long for not. I winched, grasping my side; least one of the Clogg workers had gotten in a clean hit. Her eyes flicked up. I played it off as scratching an itch, her curiosity didn't linger. 
	“All in order, thanks to one mutt, and his endurance…,” Furina said, shoving the papers in a pile at her side and leaning forwards, “sure you haven't reconsidered my offer? You'd do well working in my little band of my, naughty rascals.”
	“I prefer not being kept on a leash.”
	“But you'd look sexy in one,” Furina interjected, “I could keep you as close as I'd want. Our little Fe-ass-t establishment above could always use a hot, hardy new waiter, or even a hunky chef.” 
	Her eyes held me in place, transfixed as her pupils traced my contours. The tips of her khaki ears flicking as they perused downwards.
	“You know where to find me, if you got a mission. I expect payment as usual,” I wrung myself out of her glare, and turned back to the door.
	“David…” 
	This, made me stop. I wasn't mutt, doggy, or good boy this time… I faced her once more. 
	“You've taken a load off my back, and expect to ditch me dry high and dry?”
	“Thought being thirsty was in your nature?”
	The feline smirked. “Let me give my good fetcher a reward, something a dirty dog would appreciate.”
	I swallowed, the ache in my side welling up again, as my heart throbbed. “Oo-oh?”
	“Let me treat you to dinner, on me of course.” 
	Calm set back in. Though the lynx was dressed in nothing but a thin trap of leather poorly masking her nipples, this was her common attire. It was sending some mixed signals. “Sure, I wouldn't min-…” 
	Then, in a blur she swept the report of the table, a flurry of soaring papers wrinkling through the air, in the next moment her legs flung over her head, launching herself up in the chair and vaulting onto her desk, legs cleaved to lay bare her grace of her torso and shredded hips.
	“Or should I say, dinner's all me, hot dog.” 
	I instinctively swallowed. Turns out there these signals weren't mixed at all. 


The sparse lighting in the underground office illuminated Furina's coat, gleaming gas a field of gold dust broken up by the charred markings accentuating her frame, and the creamy fluff fur over her abdomen. The suave existence showing she knew I was wrapped around her little finger, and. The monthly other piece of clothing she was dressed in, was a strip of a strip of a panty matching her bra, trailing down over her lap. It held back a broad patch of pink rubber, secured taut in up her snatch. -Chrlrlpsghs- With a creak she pushed it dildo out into the strap, -Chrlptshwp- until the panty-string rewound it right back in, sending a quiver through her frame. 
	“That explained the shivers.”
	“Come hound-dog,” she said and severed the crotch strap with a claw, -Shbllrrhthwp- the pit disgorging the dildo with a chorus of crinkles to drop onto the floor, “come give me a taste.” 
	The confidence radiated from her – the eye of a storm, and I was being swept right in… 
	“Mmf mmwpfh,” I moaned out when my lips met hers. 
	“Mmf mgood boy,” she mumbled back to me, arms wrapped around my neck to tug me closer. 
	-Cshhrllp- -Shcllrp- I curled my tongue around hers, lapping so an orchestra of saliva built up in our oral exchange. Lips -Chsllph- squeezing over one another, lubricated in our combined saliva. -Chslrpt- -Crrllp- I suckled up a sample of her drool, it carried a potency with it, a tinge of salmiac clearing my head – the mint before a meal – and roused up urges through me. “Mmgf, mpwh mmowuh,” I moaned into her mouth, driving my tongue deeper, to the ecstatic moan of the lynx. When I pressed close I felt her chest revving up to a spin beneath my against me, the plush coat grinding and bin rating against mine, all the way down… “Mmf, gmrmmr.” I growled, clutching around her frame with one arm, slamming my hand into the table -Chtpsths- and pinning her back onto her desk. I drove my muzzle into her face to dig my tongue deeper, swirling through her cheeks whilst I felt the rhythm of our hearts accelerate in each other's resonance. 
	“Mfm smurf,” she groaned out, digits digging into my neck, the other arm slammed back on her deck. -Chrrrhct- I heard the creak of her claws digging through the wood.
	After wringing our tongue together, I pulled back. Everything had rushed over me sin such rapid pace, my mind wouldn't keep up. Though, beneath I me I saw her expression sour as soon as I bereft her of the exchange, insulted. 
	This vanished as I sunk back into her embrace, deeper into the pit of quicksand, and suckled up her lip in mine, gnawing on her, soaking in my saliva and slurping up all of hers. 
	“Mfms, oo yes. Good boy, how’s that for an appetiser?” She huffed out, and I quivered at her words. 
	-Chrrlpt- -Cbrhrrlsp- My tongue worked down from her lip, smoothing out a path of mattered fur down her chin, sloped over her neck, clutched close to me as I bore my weight onto her. 
	Behind the desk she was so imposing. But here, I was nearly two heads taller than her, she felt small in my grasp, though anything but delicate. 
	-Shhsrll-Cbhrrl- I suckled over her chest, soaking it in warms swatches of my tongue, cupping her left breast in its clutches, suckling, draining, til I got to her chest. 
	“Look who's enjoying himself, mmm, parched? I can see when someone's thirsty, it is my natural state, right?” she grinned as I reached her nipple. 
	-Chrllrps- -Mllsch- My lips suctioned to it, enveloping the nipple in my maw, bathing it with warm laps of my tongue. -Chhllc-Chhls- Her coat polished and squeaking under my slurps and grinds, quivering as if polishing a dildo with olive oil. My torso barreled into hers, and my lips secured her teat. -Chrlrpshs- -Slrchhsrl- I felt a stream jet into my mouth before I heard the rush of tepid liquid. A caress from the spiral of hot cream coursing through my maw and leaving broad streaks of sugary sweetness in their wake, smooth flavor like digging my jaw into a cloud. “Mmfwr mfmwf,” I groaned out, burying my muzzle into her chest, suckling out gushes of milk with each breath, -Sllyffs- -Crrllsff- the rush of liquid swirling down my throat as I nursed the woman's nectar. 
	“Mm, Amw yes, sho harder,” she huffed out, bucking up her chest against me to smother my nose in the plush cleavage fat. 
	Gusts panted out through my snout, ears folding back as I savoured her hot milk, gratifying that sweet tooth I had not acknowledged in days… I dug in deeper it drained harder. -Chhrngh- A moment of clarity flashed in my head as my fangs dug in, further than anticipated. I felt her skin cratering under my teeth. Easing the pressure on reflex. I am didn't feel any punctures, but I had gotten a taste of the of her meat: savoury jerky, basted in wine and fried in mounds of salted lard. I bit again, mingling the sweetness of the milk and the girth of her meat to balance the flavours.
	“Mmmffr apowahooa fmrm…,” Furina only howled out. 
	I kept at it, gnawing at her chest, squeezing with my teeth to eek out the last bit of milk stored within. My jaw slacked back as I pulled off, seeing the rosy marks intends and pocks from my fangs carved in crescents around her over her bust. A miniature of the marks dotting her body. I lurched onto her other breasts, biting into her boob flesh and getting treated with a -Chfllpwrplsths- gush of milk splattering at the top of my maw. It siphoned down my throat as I bore down to gnaw and coerce every bit of taste from her cleavage. 
	Her cheeks were flustered, tongue hanging loose and expression contorted in satisfaction. 
	I bit harder. She winched for a moment, thought he expression blended back to her sultry enjoyment. Fear? For a moment perhaps. I was much larger than her, her legs were built and toned in haybales of muscles, though the rest of her was slim, lithe in comparison. A thought caressed my conscious: I could break her. At this moment, she was at my mercy, one chomp placed at the right moment, and the mistress of thieves would be no more… it was exhilarating… I dined on her milk, threatening with each chomp, feeling her squirm against me, grind her body to mine in the hot embrace, smearing sweat and saliva into me -Shhtpth-shtphs-. Jolts coursed through my spine, I sucked and wormed my way down her chest. Little rivers of milk pathed out her chest, camouflaged in the matching coat, though exposed when coursing over reddened marks of left in the wake of my fangs. I paused to slap my tongue over her, suckling in the sweetness as she huffed and quivered on the spot. 
	“One stray bite. All it would take,” I mumbled as I let my tongue swathe over her chest, siphoning all the thick cream. 
	“Fhaa.. mmf, haa…,” she huffed out, “would like to see you try, David.”


I speared down on the lynx, the mettle she had upheld behind the desk shattered as she sprawled overstep of it, the saffron fur scintillant in gold following the paths of my tongue, illustrative lights illustrating my path from her sleek lips and down long her gnawed chest and matted abdomen. Trembles through her muscles at times displacing droplets of drool, glimmering like the star before folding away into her coat. 
	I descended, brushing my muzzle along her tights and, nestled up to thrust into the booty lard sculpted plump ahead of me. “Treating me to a roast, are you?” I breathed out over her cheeks, leaning in to drill the tip of my tongue around her pussy, bringing with me droplet of her lust with me, “don't mind if I dig in.” I bore my fangs, and brushing them against her coat, then squeezed in over the cheek, lapping the meatbuns and I stuffed a chunk of it in my muzzle, gnawing over the meat in my cot in my lips and delighting in her falsetto squeals. 
	“Mhhwaa,” I let it go with the smack of a kiss, seeing the light indents my jaw had indented over her cheek, before burrowing in for another munch. My maw squeezed her cheek, -Chslpt-Shsthpst- painting the canvas of her hind in droves of drool and lust. -Shhrlrps- She tasted of buttered jerky salted in sweat, a the warmth of her musk the pepper on her meat. Was it dread I tasted, or just excitement? I unleashed her hind and dove into the crevice. -Chrs-mmpaca- Suckles perusing her skin. I pondered what would happen if in the next bite, I bit through. I peered up, seeing the chin of the rustling feline raised high with her head arched back, the neck framed between her breasts, jostling in the tumult. For one, she'd have less of a hot ass, quite literally. I drew my tongue across my fangs, wedging in by her hinds and scooping up the bottom of her rear, lapping further and further in the crack as the mound of her ass moulded into my maw and buckled around my heart. Her taste grew sweeter, just a tang of it, but enough to have me biting harder. 
	“Mmm mmha…” 
	I heard her squeals, laced and bloated in lust, but at its root the cry of a cornered animal. If I just, bit harder, I'd put her in her place… -Chhrll-… -Shrrufllfr- Distracted, my tongue lapped up along the base of her crack. There was… sweetness. More than the delicate aroma of meat or the viscous lust, but… -Chsrllps-. “Syrup…?” 
	“Took the dog a good while to sniff it out.” The tone of her voice was collected, though rattled by a quiver now and then. “Mmfs, pha, why don't you dig a little deeper, find what's buried in there…” 
	I swallowed, threading my muzzle in between her cheeks and parting for the pucker. Her brim laid resting, pinched back up, but it needed only a lick -Chsspr- to begin to quiver. I took in a deep breath. Syrup, jam… I let my tongue trail along her pucker, fidgeting into every crevice of the rugose pit, -Shclsptsh- drenching in it saliva til… -Sclllhlp- I licked up a daub of sweetness. Syrup, raw syrup. Crystallised into little beads along the furrows in the rum, and the zest in its tang suggesting an exotic origin. 
	“Go on boy, find it…” 
	She didn't have to sweet herself up for me to go down on her, and, I spread my tongue into the pit, wedging it through the clasped flesh. My muzzle squared into the circle and holding onto the rhind with the cusp of my fangs, between tonguing pressing my teeth against her pucker, gnawing her rear before lapping it all better again. I smoothed my lips over it and, suckling to match the form, teasing it with warm suckles to least outwards. -Shhsps- -Chhrrllsp-. 
	She kept up the pace, coming into a rhythm off swathing her rear in drool and gnawing into smooches that smacked my lips to hers -Chslpts- -Shchstlsp-. 
	-Chhrnc- I felt her thighs bundle up against me squeezing into my head for moment, the raw bulk weighed in behind them steeled against my chin. She could pour in lot of through her hips, the most succulent place of her body was also the best defended. 
	-Shhclrp- Asqueeze, a gush, few drops trickled onto my tongue from the pit. Had she just jammed her ass with the stuff? Then I saw the bump, winding towards the pucker. I squeezed my nose into the pit -Chrlptsh- and sniffed. -Snnft-. -Bbtwp- it bumped against my nose churns- and, crumbled? Then, the aroma of sugar swelled. I squeezed my muzzle deeper into her pit, hearing saliva creak and crinkles I forged my way through -Hchohrhs-hhcosh- but I had a goal now, it was so close, I wrapped my teeth around it and… 
	-Chnrnrchg- My eyes shot open. Pie. My teeth had borrowed through crust and pierced into a creamy, jelly center. Fruits, strawberry, plumbs, grand green apple zest swirled along with the syrup all wrapped in a faint character of her intoxicating musk. 
	“Gaffs, paa. Finally, the mutt found his price.”
	I swallowed it down, it was real, I felt it curl back in my throat. “How?” 
	“Hot ass like mine can bake more than just fudge.” 
	I pried my nose from her pit, winching I clasp and seal shut after my exit, then the pucker bulging, expanding to a bulb, pursed flesh peeling back over the crunched up end of the cylindrical pastry, sides still a touch some patches still a touch doughy. 
	Protruding free from the ruffled brim clasping around it, each squeeze smushing forwards the mauve filling outwards, threatening to fall free. 
	I caught it in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the treat and sinking my teeth straight through it, -Chhrnrc- the pastry bread crunching and flaking as in my chomps, eating away at the stump until it lead back to her pucker, suckling and munching to and froth. This pushed the treat back in, letting me hear her squirm before fishing it back out. My paws roamed down her thighs, massaging them as my muzzle bump bumped in against her crack again and again. Furina was insane, but I adored this… and she surely started squirming and squealing when her rectum got stuffed with both her delicious dildo and my escalating muzzle. Seems that there were some mixed signals after, though it made me wonder if I was always to expect food in the future when Furina asked me to eat out with her. 


-Chrnc- -chngks- I leaned back, slumped on the floor with my muzzle slathered in lust and fruit filling. Crumbs speckled over my face lapped up, to send down with the rest, taking a moment to gather myself whilst the lynx panted out above. I crawled up standing and peeking into her pucker, nothing left but flacks of crust, I drew my tongue along the rhind, slowing down all the more to hear her moan elongate. 
	“Mgm amaaahnnof… ahhaaa.” 
	The cherry on top. In a sly neutral tone I showed my respects. “Thank you for the meal,” faux mocking tithe situation, “do look forward to, dining out, with you another time.” 
	She snatched my wrist as I turned to leave. “You are not leaving.” 
	I felt sweat carve paths through my coat. 
	“You have spent so long digging,” she began, trailing her fingers over her chest, down her abdomen, and along to her crotch. She dipped in with three digits at once, then four, parting the curtains to her rectum, “it is only right you get to bury your bone.” 
	I stared into her face, contorted with a depraved gr through tattered and ruffled fur. Diving into her gaze, a wave of energy surged through my body. 


~ 1 ~


A generous penthouse ceiling greeted my vision. Light guided my eyes toward the balcony, where silhouette took form as my sight adjusted. 
	Furina sat there, sloughed over the backrest of a chair. -Bwgbgsl- A slosh echoing back, emanating from her engorged abdomen, propping up her core to the incline of the chair, this inflated gut pushing her rear back to jut off of the seat, the plump buns dipping over – teetering at the edge. 
	I rose, holding my head, knowing I'd be nursing a headache come morning. Rising from the bed, I was halted mid motion again and again, a spike of ache flaring up from my side. Beads of sweat had grown cold across my forehead, to contrast the heat pulsating just above my hip. It took more effort than I cared to admit getting up, appreciating the seclusion of the lynx's bedroom. As I gathered my clothing, strewn about the room, I kept peeking towards the vixen by the window. 
	Eyes lidded as my lips arched in a plush, jumbled smile, a strip of second-wing jerky sticking out the side, tipping up and down in as sluggish wag as the feline absent-mindedly chewed. Her eyes glossed over; staring out over the city of kung hung with the same attention and fascination of a child absorbed by all the colourful lights. 
	-Sppllrphg-ghlfpsths- Her pucker squelched and contracted, a globule of pale cm pate, congealed through her bowels, sloughed free in an arch from their hind, -Spplfwth- clapping into the ground where a heap of frosting had collected. Already to form a hill of clotted wax. Her abdomen inclining, deflating as the phlegm of lust billowed from her hind. 
	“Morning, Dave,” she mumbled. 
	“We have barely hit the witching hour, babe.” I found my underwear, though the fabric was scratched to confetti on a string. Looks like I was going commando. 
	“Pup, morning’s a state of mind, and you screwed me into next week. Mmmn, Mprghs…,” She huffed. -Sllcsqush- The cum slop splattered out her brim with the force of her colon, coating the balcony behind her in tendrils of slop. -Chhrrnnsg- -Gkrrlpsgshs- and a crackling, dense with girth, replaced it. Her pit managing to pinch to the width of a golfball before -Shwhpths- it was stuffed and peeled back over a plain of raw umber. Her pucker rattled, tugging back, peeling off of an expanding mound of muck. It grew past a paw's width before it begun to sag through her mud chute. -Chrwlrpsths- -Chrlrsptsh- the crinkle of her flesh polishing the pillar of sludge echoing back into the penthouse, the heap extending a couple deci from her rear before the heap of coils dipped, sagging down to towards the ground as her heard expelled the elongating crescent of gut fudge. The film of Colon fluids stretched out in the bend, revealing patches of matte mud in spaced along the glistening heap of posterior bronze, tethers of congealed phlegm spooled out from the fractures in the column and dangling down from it – rain drops frozen in time. -Cgbrrkpslghs- The muck decimated the spunk below it, its form punching through nutbutter. It coiled through and around it, squeezing the trapped fluids further and leaving it -Bbrrlspghts- bubbling as it puttered through crevices and cracks in the surrounding chocolate slag. -Slspthw- The muck billowed out the tail end through her brim, leaving the circle of flesh rippling as the top of the mound sloughed over, making the heap of muck elevated in line with the seat Furina perched upon. 
	“Mfms mpfhr. Haa…” She huffed and strained, pucker contracting and blotting out broad around the next coming length of chubby filth, the auburn complimenting her coat as it funnelled through her rear. The more she unleashed the more her stomach receded, her front gradually shifting closer to the backrest of the chair, and giving the image of the arching snake of dung projecting her forwards, as – the exhaust of a rocket, halted to slow motion. Her tail dangled, swirling above the exhaust port as the feline sighed in satisfaction. Her tongue lulling out her muzzle, -Spsltwh- and dropping the half chewed jerky in the process, along with a tether of scintillant drool. -Crrsktslc- -Dlwlwpbbglslf- The muck piled out, the crackling from the buffering brim intermingling with the sloughing smacks of gunk smearing into itself. Dung melded together, forming fat dunes to wallow down the side of the heap, the outlines and crevices separating curls of manure melting away as the auburn mortar deluged in their languid pilgrimage. 
	I coughed and threading on my khaki jacket. “There is no need to get up,” I said with a sprinkle of taunt to my words, “I can see myself out.” 
	“Showing a lot of chutzpah, are we, puppy? You howled louder than me.” 
	A chill tickled my spine. 
	“Though, you do have an fmmfs, affinity for finding your way through backdoors.” An arm flicking to reach towards the jerky on the floor, giving up after half an attempt. “I'm taking some time to decompress,” she sighed with a pat to her pudged out abdomen. 
	“You know where to find me, deranged vixen,” the last I mumbled with a the curl of a smile. 
	“Ditto.” -Squeellsh- -Chrnrs- A gentle squeal came as the lynx ground her crotch into the seat, shuddering coursing through over her fur. Pucker pinching to bloom into another bud of sinuous loam. Backing up her balcony, -Spqphwht- the heap slumped over to the glass slide doors -Chhrrlsptntsh- and smearing their side in flat to it, allowing one to see the nuance of fissures, splotches of cum and embedded cracks lodged in the mud mire. This pattern shifted and evolved as more curled free from her gorgeous ass. 
	Part of me wanted to stay, it desired to spend the morning together, watching dawn grace the rooftops. But the rest of me - and my aching side - kept this part muffled in the back of my mind, as I headed out of her suite: this was how she got to people. It was not just Furina's band of thieves doing all her dirty work, she was quit adept at stealing, herself… 


~ 2 ~


“Haaa,” I breathed out the crisp air of twilight; chewing down on jerky to recoup my energy after expending fuel and effort on an extended negotiation. I bathed in the lingering sensations of thrusts and constipation of meat, cream, and pudding. 
	“I adore business transactions, especially when I can indulge in alternate payment methods, and write it off as a company expense,” I indulged in a snicker, and mentally cleared my schedule for the coming day.