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A sheet of grey clouds hung in the sky and broke open to let a steady flow of rainfall down onto the Dewclaw streets below. Only a few people were out this early in the morning and most were rushing to and fro to get to where they needed to go with umbrellas in paw and ponchos covering their bodies. On the sidewalks a single Turf Tiger hybrid stood wearing a dark hoodie and a plaid skirt, their head and eyes obscured by an umbrella that they held in one gold claw. Behind them, their tail tipped with a golden snake flicked about with mouth open toward the rain. Approaching the Turf Tiger was another hybrid. He was rather large fellow with orange fur and a manticore's green-tipped stinger tail and a blue flower on their head. The newcomer didn't have an umbrella and his sarong was dotted with little raindrops that matched the droplets painting his fur.

Toyle scowled and leaned up on his tiptoes to place the umbrella over Claude's head, "Hey now, you'll catch a cold if you don't have one of these."

He had been waiting out here in the rain for ten minutes. Not too long, but the time had allowed him to simmer down from his encounter with Mellie in the morning. She had ordered him over to her home much earlier than this to prepare an outfit for him. Really, he didn't mind the outfit at all, in fact, he thought he looked fine, but waking up that early was absolute garbage. He could see Claude staring at him with an unblinking expression that made him feel like he was under examination and embarrassment began to slide up his back though he did his best not to show it.

Toyle passed a claw through his silver hair and averted Claude's gaze, "Hey now, c'mon big guy. I know I don't wear skirts often, but your lover said I look good in this. Don't tell me Mellie forced me on this date just to make me look bad?"

Claude shook his head and bowed his head slightly and mumbled, "Sorry...I was just surprised, you look really cute today."

Toyle found his cheeks burning beneath his dark fur but instead of saying anything about that he snorted and pushed the handle of the umbrella towards Claude, "Thanks, I think, although I look great all the time even without this get-up. Now, take this thing. I can't be on my tip toes all the time and I know you like the rain, but too much and you'd probably get sick."

Claude tapped his digits together but smiled just a bit, "Thanks for worrying about me I guess."

Rather than give some sort of haughty retort, he decided to keep his mouth shut and stuff his paws into his pockets, "Pft, don't mention it. Anyway, Mellie said we were supposed to go out on a date and had some uh, instructions for me, but we can do that later. Any idea of where you wanna go big guy?"

Claude blinked, his ears perking as he turned his head off in a random direction, "I...I don't really know. Mellie messaged me today saying this was gonna happen..."

Toyle grinned, "Hah! Just like her...Well, if we have nothing to do then I think I have the perfect thing suited to both of our skills..."

Before Claude could ask, Toyle pulled out two small cameras from his hoodie pockets and offered one up to the seemingly confused hybrid, "Here! Take one and follow along. We're going to be doing a little work today."

Claude took the camera with one paw but tilted his head, "Ah...But aren't we supposed to be going on a date?"

Toyle tapped at the mask side of his face and snorted, "Well...Yeah, but I mean, this is fine too isn't it? Honestly, I thought of just taking you to a play or movie or something, but like, I saw a certain couple heading in the direction of a restaurant. Not often seen together too or photographed, so...Wanna help me out?"

The taller feline tilted his head, "I...I guess I can help. I mean, I didn't really have any other plans...So I suppose this is fine right?"

Toyle grinned, his amber eye practically glimmering as he looked up at Claude, "Perfect! I'll suck your dick in a theater or something as per your lover's instructions, now c'mon!"

He turned tail to start trotting in the direction he had seen his famous pair walking and Claude soon followed with umbrella in paw, stuttering some nervous words no doubt surprised that Mellie would have suggested such a thing. Now, that wasn't the entire truth. Mellie had told him to toy with Claude in plain sight of other people. It would be embarrassing for both of them, but maybe he could get more out of this than he was giving, or at the very least he could score himself some primo pictures of two celebrities among the Dewclaw Turf Tigers, in particular, one that did not like the camera.

Toyle soon began to check his corners with lowered eyes as he walked with his camera hidden in one of his hoodie pockets. The rain kept most of the people out of the streets and sidewalks which meant that it was probably an ideal situation for the two that they were on the hunt for. Just a few blocks down Toyle knew that there was a small restaurant that the fancier of the two liked to frequent so it was most likely there that they would find Jasmby and Charthur.

Jasmby was a lead fashion model in the business and a candid picture of him could go for a lot of money, but it wasn't that difficult to just ask Jasmby for a photoshoot. The fashionable Turf Tiger loved the limelight, however, Jasmby's girlfriend was much less inclined to be filmed and photographed. That was where this little date excursion came in handy. Just one picture of them together and it would probably sell big to the highest bidding magazine. That and he could do it anonymously so Jasmby wouldn't punch his lights out.

They soon approached the block that the restaurant was on and he took Claude by the arm to yank him into the alley as he saw their targets standing in front of the flowery establishment. A tall Thistle Tiger stood with a mesh of auburn and yellow fur with white paws. Long bangs of fur fell from the bottom of their ears and were tied at the ends with amber beads. They wore a white skirt with a wrap around their chest of a similar color. For a moment he looked over where Toyle and Claude had been and Toyle found himself feeling lucky that he had the sense to pull them into a hiding place, or else Jasmby would have spotted them immediately. Jasmby narrowed his eyes but shrugged and turned his head to smile at the nervous looking Turf Tiger standing next to him. There in a silver dress looking awkward as ever was Charthur in all her glory. Normally as icy as her eyes, Charthur didn't seem so tough or steady today. She had a crooked frown, her shoulders were drawn in and her paws were clasped together nervously. The black on white pattern of her fur seemed a bit damp from the rain and she looked positively shaken to be out in public. Both of them looked lovely together and even Toyle was surprised to see them not about to tear each other apart. Then again, even that part was just part of their romantic dynamic.

While Toyle was assessing the situation and snapping photos, Claude whispered to his ear, "Should...Should we be doing this? Charthur looks really uncomfortable."

Toyle looked down from the view to scroll through the pictures he had taken and he saw that in each one Charthur really did look like she didn't want to be there, or rather, she was nervous of being seen like this. It could be that Charthur doesn't like to be seen in embarrassing situations, or that Jasmby dragged her out in that pretty dress, or maybe something else was happening. Toyle would never know unless they dug deep and found out for themselves. In his heart, he burned to know what was going on. Maybe they were doing something in public that would embarrass Charthur, or perhaps Toyle had been spotted at one point and Charthur feared being recorded in a possibly vulnerable position.

Before he was done thinking and assessing, Claude muttered in his ear, "Maybe we should delete the pictures."

Toyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could ignore those words and keep moving, but he knew Claude was right. If this were going live then he wouldn't care as much, he would have incentive to embarrass Charthur for ratings, but right now they weren't in front of a camera. Still, he could use these pictures. A lot of money could be gained out of candid pictures of celebrity couples and even more for ones that made it a habit to not appear together for the sake of privacy of one or the other. He didn't know how much it would go for, but a few quick calls and he could have a quote. He then made the mistake of looking over into Claude's gaze, Claude who was looking at him with a small frown and glassy eyes. With a sigh he made the decision and dropped the camera with a roll of his eyes.

"Whoops...Clumsy me." He said dryly.

The camera landed on the ground with a crunch and for good measure Toyle stepped on it as he placed his paws in his hoodie, "Whoops again...No way to recover what is in there, no way at all. C'mon. Let's go."

He started walking with a distinct frown on his face. Claude followed along with umbrella held for both of them, "H-hey...Toyle, y'know...I could probably salvage the card in that camera."

Toyle raised a brow and had to give at least a half-smile to that. What a dumb softy. With a sigh he shook his head, "Don't bother. You had a point and besides that, I'm obligated to obey you and Mellie, right? Least until the week is over. We'll get those pictures you and I another time."

Claude blinked, "Oh...W-well if that is done then where would you want to go?"

Toyle rubbed his chin with a tilted head. He really didn't have an idea of where to go. He wasn't hungry, a movie or play just sounded like a bore and really all he found himself wanting to do was exactly what Mellie had instructed him to do. Frustration had built up in him from not being able to use those pictures and just a little bit that he had allowed himself to be so easily swayed into wasting such a good opportunity, but there was a perfect way to get out all those aggressions out in a safe way with someone who he had close in paw.

Toyle didn't say a thing. He only kept on leading the other until he found a bench on the Dewclaw sidewalks. His heart was thumping as he noticed that the crowd around the streets had increased even though it was still raining. With a shaky sigh, he sat down on the bench and Claude followed with his eyes at an angle in obvious concern.

Claude might have been about to say something, but the shorter feline closed his eyes and leaned back, one paw moving to grab his skirt to lift it revealing the red panties that Mellie had picked out for him, "So...Mellie wanted me to suck your dick...But she wanted for me to do it right where everyone can see...Y'fine with that big guy?"

The large hybrid choked, "I...I think so."

Toyle then opened his eyes to lean over and reach through Claude's skirt to feel over his already growing member. He squeezed on the shaft gently and shivered as he remembered the pounding that the other had given him just the other day, "Alright...I guess take out your compact and record this for Mellie."

Claude trembled but moved to obey as he set the camera aside and took the compact from his chest fur to start recording just as Toyle began to stroke up and down gently. While he stroked his mouth dipped low to start suckling on the other's member. Toyle wasn't usually the one giving head, hell, he wasn't usually the one wearing the skirt, but for some reason, it felt right. The only thing strange was that Claude seemed so gentle with him that it almost made it feel loving, and that embarrassed him most of all.

Pulling his lips from the other's cock he huffed, "Help me out here and really push me down on your cock. If I need air then I'll scratch your thighs."

Claude blinked, "I...Are you sure about that...I could really hurt you like that."

Toyle grinned, "C'mon Claude, you can't say you didn't remember choking me at Mellie's house."

"Yeah...but...Even then I was really scared." Claude then averted his gaze from Toyle's own and continued, "Besides...I could just tell Mellie that you did it and I forgot to record. That would save you the trouble and it wouldn't be forcing you right? I-I'd really rather not risk putting you in an uncomfortable position."

Toyle blinked, his paw still squeezing the other's cock gently before he sighed, "Cut the footage."

Claude did as asked and prepared to get up but Toyle stopped him by squeezing tight on that thick member, "What if I told you, that I'm only going along with Mellie's game because I like this? What if I told you that every little bit of rough treatment and embarrassment actually gives me a rush? And what if I told you to drag my head on your cock like a fleshlight huh?" Toyle then smiled as he kissed the tip of the other's cock, his heart thumping as he couldn't believe he was saying all of this, "Just the same...You're a terrible liar and Mellie would figure it out so like, get to recording."

Claude was frozen there with big eyes and a blush clear even through the fur of his cheeks. Toyle snorted, but a smile played across his features. It was so easy to mess with the big guy, so easy to fluster him and make him squirm in every which way. He wondered if this was why Mellie loved Claude so much, and maybe it was one of the reasons he enjoyed being around the big guy so much too.

With a wave of his paw, he whistled quietly, "Hey Claude, gonna start recording and using my mouth, or are you just gonna make me give you a handy all day?"

Claude was broken out of his embarrassed stupor and nodded before starting the recording again. Of course, the large feline only had two paws and so he hooked the umbrella through the wood of the bench to let it hang over them carefully while he took one paw to grab Toyle by the back of the head. Toyle shuddered as he felt claws grazing through fur and against the masked portion of his head. He brought his lips down gently onto the tip and lowered himself just enough to get the first ridge into his mouth and shut his eyes to brace for it. Claude, of course, was shaking and he could feel those digits trembling like leaves against his head. It almost pained him to think that Claude was feeling so concerned for him, but in a way it was endearing. Gently, gingerly, he passed his digits through the fur of Claude's thigh to massage gently while he purred to let Claude know that this was fine, that this was what he wanted.

Slowly, the trembling at the back of his head stopped and Claude began to lower Toyle's head slowly. Toyle offered no resistance and allowed the other's paw to bring his head down further and further. At first, Claude was too gentle, too nice about it. Even as Toyle started to gag from the feeling of that ridged cock pressing deep in his maw, Claude slowed down and even started to tremble again, and so Toyle brought his own maw down firmly on the other's member all the way down so that he could feel it at the back of his throat. Even as he gagged, he resisted the instinct to pull away, but suddenly Claude's grip tightened and he heard a little moan come from the larger feline. That was it, that was what he wanted. Now as he tried to pull away he couldn't do it because of the tight grip at the back of his head and that was exactly what he needed.

Claude's grip tightened again and his head was suddenly pulled up only to be slammed back down. He gagged and felt his breath growing short even as he started taking in air through his nose. He felt his heart pumping wildly and a sore warmth growing in his throat as Claude began to bring him up and down again and again. His tongue worked against the side and around the shaft as best as he could manage, but at this point, he could do nothing but let Claude use his mouth. He could feel his own cock growing hard beneath the skirt and it poked out of his underwear to press against the material. There were eyes on them which only fueled the humiliation he was feeling at being used so thoroughly. Again he found that it was harder to breathe and his vision was growing blurry with both tears and darkness. He endured it, endured as he felt that cock sliding against his tongue and pounding into his throat and endured it as he felt Claude's cock swell and grow wider making his jaw spark with a bit of sore pain. He thought to give up soon, but something about the twitching of the other's cock told him that Claude was close and so he endured.

The frustration he had been feeling before faded away as his throat was pounded by that heavy cock. He couldn't think about the pictures when he had to focus on the growing need of air and the pressure against his tongue and throat. The heat pushed through his body and worked out every single bit of anger in his tensed muscles until he found himself relaxing despite having his mouth used like a fleshlight.

It wasn't long before he felt heavy drops of pre-cum slipping from the tip of the other's cock and mixing with the wet spittle of his maw. It wasn't long before he could feel that thick thing in his mouth growing hotter and hotter even as Claude began to use more of his strength to fuck his throat. Claude leaned forward and let out a little moan while brought his hips up to meet Toyle's mouth that was pushed down all the way on that cock. Hot cum began to fill Toyle's maw in thick ropes that soon had his cheeks puffing as he struggled to swallow every drop, but he had no choice. He coughed and sputtered on the other's member and kept his eyes shut tight while trying his best to keep down everything. There was so much of it, so much more than he was expecting and so much more than the first time he had taken Claude's cock up his rear, had Claude been saving up or something? By the time Claude was finished, he was scratching weakly at the other's thighs his thoughts fading as he almost slipped out of consciousness.

The pressure at the back of his head was removed, but he kept himself there to feel the pressure on his throat and lungs for just a bit more before he pulled himself up shakily, a line of spittle connecting his lips to the tip of Claude's cock. He took in a gulp of breath and found his light head returning to a normal state of affairs. With a sigh, he let himself down so he could rest his cheek on Claude's crotch and he looked up to see Claude's eyes looking at him with that same concerned expression as always.

Without needing to hear the words he snorted, "Good work big guy. Maybe next time you could be a little bit rougher."

Claude turned off his compact and placed it in the fur of his chest before sighing, "I...I guess if that's what you want, but...C-can we try something sweeter next time?"

Toyle blinked, "Hm?"

"I just...I get so worried doing things like this and it makes my heart feel really weird. I know you like it, a-and I like the attention, but I just really worry every single time."

Toyle shut his eyes and turned so the back of his head was in the other's lap, "I guess that'll be fine. I mean, you and Mellie are the boss of me for a bit, right? Just order me and I'll be sweeter than even you."

Claude smiled just a bit at that one and placed a paw on Toyle's stomach, "Thanks...Um..." His digits then trailed down to where Toyle's cock was poking out of his skirt, "Should I return the favor?"

Toyle reached up and gave the other's nose a gentle tap, "Hah! I don't think so. Honestly, I'd rather go to Mellie's grab a drink and then spitroast her. I mean, o'course that is a request."

The smile on the larger male's face widened along with a blush that spread under the fur of his cheeks, "I...I guess that sounds fun. It would be less embarrassing too."

Toyle grinned and readied himself to get up, but froze when he heard a particular voice cutting through the pitter patter of the rain around them, "Well well, isn't this a lovingly scene. The cameraman and the director affairing their love for one another?"

Toyle sat up with a start, ears up and alert as he saw two figure standing before him which most likely spelled his face being punched in. Jasmby and Charthur stood there with crossed arms, Jasmby grinning from ear to ear and Charthur looking though as if she had bitten through something extremely foul. Jasmby made a move and Toyle flinched, but instead of punching him, the Thistle Tiger presented the broken remnants of the camera he had used to take pictures of them.

"So...I trust both of you understand why I'm here. Photo ops are perfect for me, but I'm not a fan of paparazzi photoging my darling dearest and myself and I think we both know who this camera belongs to. Hand over the other camera."

Toyle snorted, "The other one doesn't have any pictures of you or Charthur. I dropped that one and decided I might as well not even bother."

Charthur took a step forward and grabbed him by the collar, her claws digging through the material as she yanked him forward, "The camera I might hate, but liars should be beaten, there is no debate."

Claude interjected at that and offered up the camera, "Wait wait! Toyle didn't take any more pictures! He broke the camera because I asked him to, not because he dropped it. I...I convinced him to do it."

Jasmby and Charthur exchanged a look before Jasmby took the camera gingerly from Claude's paws to look through it, "My! No pictures in here at all...I'm surprised, nearly in shellshock and awe! If what is said is true, then that means Toyle let go of some prime real estate just for the comfort of his friend here and perhaps even you dear."

Charthur blinked and looked at the camera before letting go of Toyle slowly and stepping back while smoothing her dress, "I...If this is true then I've erred, and an apology should perhaps be prepared."

Toyle shrugged, "Eh, it happens. I haven't been the best on camera to you so I get the suspicion, but uh, I'd prefer you not spreading the fact I was here choking on cock."

Jasmby had his compact out and tapped a few things on the display with a chuckle, "Why, I see I don't need to send this video of you nearly passing out on your camera man's mega member. Of course, I didn't expect to see Toyle of all people let go of such an opportunity...Why the publications have been begging me for a shoot of me and my dearest darling here. It would have sold so well."

Toyle grimaced and crossed his arms, gnashing his fangs as he answered, "Don't mention it."

Jasmby chuckled and turned tail to start walking with umbrella in paw, pausing for just a moment as he said, "Come along now Charthur, we have no business here. But oh, Toyle? You do look lovely in a skirt. Do think about doing it more often."

The remaining Turf Tiger gave Toyle a wink before moving to follow along. Toyle's grimace did not fade as he got up with crossed arms, Claude following his motion as he started to walk in the opposite direction of the pair, "Uh...Toyle?" The large feline probed.

Toyle answered with a huff, "Not a word! I'm going to pretend like the picture was worth nothing in the business, nothing at all! When we get to Mellie's place I'm absolutely making plans to get something out of those two! An interview, a photo op, something!"

Claude blinked but smiled as he walked alongside Toyle while the shorter hybrid grumbled and bemoaned his situation. Even if the day had been fun, he'd lost an extremely valuable picture. Well, that only just meant that he would have to try harder to get something of equal value. Like hell, he was going to let that keep him down.