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Toyle stood by while the world kept on going. The streets of Dewclaw were bustling while the sun above was burning down on him. Both he and his cameraman Claude stood by a stand where they had bought a few drinks to cool off after recording. His own eyes were glued on the compact he was holding, mouth set in a firm line as he saw the hits on his website for his broadcast rise up and up. The comments were pouring in too, many of them embarrassing and irritating but they still showed some form of engagement was happening. It seemed like it was a good time to just stop recording and go home. If by chance he found someone on the way, he figured he could flip the camera on real quick and turn the broadcast on but right now, he was satisfied. When Claude and Toyle finished their drinks, the chimera began to walk with his claws in the pockets of his jacket.

"I think we're done, Claude." Said Toyle as he brought his arms up into the air and placed his claws at the back of his head.

His large feline companion blinked, "Really? Didn't you want to go on again?"

Toyle yawned, "Yeah but we've been going at it for a while and the metrics are already going crazy over the show. I can type up some excuse as to why I'm not going on again and save it for next weekend. I mean, don't get me wrong Claude. If we find someone interesting on the way to your place then we'll absolutely turn the camera on."

Claude hummed, "Okay...I think I'd like to go home too."

"Bah!" Blurted Toyle, "Be honest, you wanted to go home from the start."

With a small smile, Claude muttered, "Not true. I enjoyed having lunch and walking around with you."

Toyle blinked and chose to keep his eyes forward and his mind on anything else other than those little words. Was that Claude's way of flirting off the job? Maybe it was and maybe he was just that damn good. At the same time, it felt different. Usually, he was the one flirting and normally it didn't work so well despite the fact that he was charming as all hell. There were a few people who accepted his advances readily but most sexual encounters he had Toyle would describe as hate fucks. Affectionate and gentle were not exactly the usual for him and especially not with someone initiating it like that. Despite his inclination to get it off his mind, Toyle was walking while thinking about nothing except those words and it robbed him of his concentration on where he was going. Suddenly, his trek came to a harsh stop as his face bumped into something firm.

When he bounced back, he shook himself back to reality and coughed, "Ah fuck, sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

He looked to see that the person he had bumped into was a familiar face and a famous one at that. An orange thistle tiger stood there with russet fur and ringed patterns of lighter color around his arms. His eyes were dark circles that sharpened once they saw Toyle. A smile curled upon the celebrities face but it certainly didn't make Toyle feel any better about that piercing gaze burrowing into his skin. As usual, Jasmaby was dressed beautifully in a pale white dress that fell to his thighs. When Toyle tried to take a step around the thistle tiger, he found himself being blocked by the fact that another person was there. Quill stood there with quirked wearing a long hoodie and most likely nothing else. He was a uniqorn turf tiger of a sort with equine features in black and white and large paws that were set at his side.

Jasmaby purred when Toyle realized he wasn't going to get out of whatever these two wanted with him, "Hello there dearling. Let me make these words as plainly pleasentable as possible. I'd like to take some time from you to ask a few questions about the natural order of the thing I viewed which was sent by our mutualistic friend here."

Toyle cleared his throat, "Oh uh, sure. Anytime you want to ask a question I am down to game, one hundred percent. You know, so long as you aren't looking to start anything because I'm kinda tired and heading home so I don't know if I can really stop and kiss, you know?"

The thistle tiger leaned down until their noses were touching and he chuckled, "Oh no no, I don't mean to beat on you or berate you for what you did. Don't misunderstand us. We're only fufillitating the requestitions of my darling Charthur. You see, after your little game and after Quill here sent me the video, Charthur sent me a text detailing your little deal and that she wanted to bequeath to me the rights to your pounding."

"I didn't expect the beating to come so soon and okay, so...I guess this is all fair and what not but why is Quill here?" Sighed Toyle.

Quill gave a small wave and smiled, "Jasmaby asked me here because he needed my special touch on this one."

Toyle snorted, "What, he needed you to step on a rake or something?"

A flush went through the equine feline's cheeks and Jasmaby chuckled, "No...I just needed his hands quite literally."

Jasmaby snapped toward Claude, "You there, gentle giant. Turn on the camera and prepare the live feed. I want to give my endorsement of this little show."

Claude scrambled to turn the camera on while the crowd formed around the group. Toyle had his cheek pressed against the nearest building and his skirt lifted to show his rear while the camera started to roll. Jasmaby stepped over to the exposed star and planted a paw on his rump while beginning, "Welcome back to Candid in Dewclaw. As most of you who are viewing know, I am Jasmaby. Toyle here has given me leverage to do whatever I desire and with that knowledge, I wish to get a little revenge for the prank he played on my darling dearest. With me, I have a very good friend by the name of Quill who will be my assistant so to speak, pardon the pun." He chuckled before purring, "Now, here is the game we'll be playing for this time and this time alone. I'd like to ask a few questions before coming up with the final verdict."

Toyle muttered, "What questions might those be?"

Jasmaby giggled, "I'm glad you asked! Tell me, dear...Did you perchance coerce and trick my lovely Charthur into your little game."

His response came quietly, "I might've."

The sharp sound of paw on rear echoed through the crowd as Jasmaby's digits came down on Toyle's rump hard, "Ah I see, did she know that you were tricking her? Now now, pick the answer to this one extremely well or I'll be cross that you lied. Understand I already know all these answers."

Toyle huffed, "No she didn't."

The paw came down again and this time harder than before sending a louder crack through the air that caused people to wince and Toyle to hiss and change his answer, "Okay, yes, yes she did know about it!"

Another strike thundered down on the other cheek of his rear, not as hard but still firm enough to make him wince while Jasmaby chuckled, "Good! No lies nor fakes here...Now, tell me clear as you can. Did Charthur gift me control of your sentencement?"

Toyle groaned, "Yeah...Yeah she did. Apparently in a text of all things so, great. You get to get whatever payment you want out of me."

Jasmaby gave his rear one last swat before standing up all the way and sighing haughtily, "Goodness! I'd ask the viewers what to do but I already have a craving for what will be the resultening. Dear Quill, please step up to the plate and make these cheeks red as cherry hearts before the big finale where we'll let the viewers decide!"

Quill stepped forward with a hum and raised his paw on high. Before Toyle could say anything, his arm swung down and his digits connected with Toyle's rear. His eyes shut tight as he felt the sting of his rear being swatted by such a powerful hand. Each of his rump cheeks was treated to a flurry of swats that sent thunderous cracks out into the air that were stronger than the ones that Jasmaby had provided. There was no mercy in the swatting, no real attempt to give him any room to breathe and he swore it felt like Quill had his own vendettas to fulfill. That was impossible, he hadn't done anything to Quill except perhaps that one time that he pretended to need a place to crash but that had been mutual enough, or so he thought.

Each swat jolted his body forward and as the assault on his rump continued, Toyle mewled and cursed aloud, claws digging into the building before him. When Quill finally slowed down, it was only so that Jasmaby could take a turn at giving his rear a burning. Jasmaby's paws were smaller but that only made them feel like quick whips striking both of his rear cheeks until his legs began to quiver. It didn't take long for that to end but the result was clear. Blushing red could be seen glowing beneath the grey of his fur making a pretty picture for Claude to take.

Jasmaby grabbed that abused rear to spread it and show the crowd while looking at the camera, "And there you have it. A punishment fitting for such a serpent flippant. Now, without a doubt, he has learned his lesson except, maybe some of you out there don't think so! This ass is a tight thing and Toyle is a small fellow, dare we break it open for one more final punishment with plenty of lube and the cock of our equine executioner extraordinaire, or would you have me truly forgive and forget and give the show host a piece of his own?" He then laughed, " Just kidding! I have no intention of leaving this one to the fates. I intend to see Quill bottom out in this tiny ass and make him feel the weight of his actions pass!"

Toyle blinked, "W-wait, you're gonna prep me first right?" He said as he looked behind himself.

He winced as his rear cheeks were swatted by Jasmaby before the thistle tiger stepped away. Quill came forward with a bottle in hand and leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "Hey, don't worry Toyle. This is mostly for the show. I won't rough you up too much okay?"

"Wait, what?" Toyle muttered, "You're just gonna take it easy on me after all I did? C'mon, I knew you were limp but I didn't think your horn was flaccid too. Pfft, whatever I guess so long as the views are coming in."

Quill's eyes narrowed and he stepped back. Toyle grinned knowing that he had taunted the wrong horse and shuddered once he felt cool viscous liquid pouring onto his rear followed by one of those large digits. He shuddered as it pulled out too soon to properly stretch him and clutched the wall as he felt the flared tip of Quill's cock grace his rear. He wasn't sure if Jasmaby really understood the fact that he was absolutely in love with this type of thing. Punishment, pain, humiliation; they could keep bringing them on so long as it fueled him with attention.

Just when he felt Quill start to press it in, he heard Claude call out, "U-um, excuse me!"

Both Quill and Jasmaby looked over at the cameraman before the thistle tiger huffed, "It seems our cameraman has a questing question to bring to our purview."

Claude handed off the camera to someone in the crowd before coming on up, Toyle turning his head to blink as the large hybrid feline muttered, "I...I just think that this is enough. Um, or if it isn't, I'd like to take his place."

Jasmaby blinked and looked over at the confused stranger who was holding the camera before he looked back at Claude with a big smile, "My my. It seems that Claude wants to take Toyle's place! What an interesting turn of events! I cannot say I foresaw this happening in any half but maybe, just maybe this is a better solution! Rather than simply have you take Toyle's place, I'd like to ask you what your relationship is with the fair host."

"I don't really think that'll be necessary." Said Toyle as he pushed himself off the wall, nearly tripping in the process to come up to Jasmaby.

The thistle tiger giggled, "Is that so? I am the arbitraitor of this judicial system and I will be the one to decide whether or not things are going my way. Now, I think I would like something warm and sweet after all the fire. It would do well to calm my heart and dear Claude is so sweet."

Claude blinked, "That...That sounds easy. I don't see the problem."

Before Toyle could say another word, a paw was stuffed onto his face to hold him down while Jasmaby began, "Why is it that you are so intent on taking Toyle's place."

The large feline looked down at his paws as he poked two digits together and muttered, "He's a friend. I'm not assertive. Tough to talk too but he pulls me out and takes me to do stuff. I've gotten jobs working concerts and what not thanks to him. He's...kind of nicer than I ever thought he'd be."

Jasmaby chuckled and leaned back, "Is that so? Tell me, doesn't he make you mad?"

Claude smiled, "Uh, of course, but I think the good outweighs the bad most of the time. Sometimes he just scares me and I don't want to get involved and other times...It leads to some fun even if I'm embarrassed."

Toyle had his claws covering his face, his back turned to the camera as he tried to contemplate how to make this better, how to keep his diva personality up for the camera and take things back on track but all he had was flustered hell raging in his mind! When he tried to open his mouth, all he could do was suck in a breath and hiss out a response in defeat, "Okay, now that you've ruined my image. I'm hoping that we can get going!"

The thistle tiger running the show hummed before he laughed, "Okay! But before you leave, I'd like to think a kiss to end your little run might be fun. Go on you two, make movie magic."

There were a few choice words on his lips but Claude grabbed him and pulled him up into an embrace, lip to lip without a bit of hesitation. It was so quick that he couldn't believe it was Claude doing it! When he was set back down, he looked up to see that Claude's eyes were shaking, his cheeks were burning with color beneath the fur and his general form was trembling. Stepping in front of the camera and doing all of that, for what? For friendship? What a loser, what a beautiful and lovely loser.

When the camera shut off, the crowd took their turns taking potshots at Toyle, patting his head, treating him like a doll, a pet, something to fawn over and giggle at. Even Jasmaby and Quill took turns taunting him. He dared not check his phone, dared not see what the comments were or what the views were. The people probably loved it, his adoring fans probably ate it all up because they all wanted to see him dragged through the dust. Usually, all the humiliation, all the punishment, and pain that was doled out felt good, felt like some sort of attention but right now, it just felt like he was a clown.

Looking at Claude, he saw that the poor guy was still shaking. With a sigh, he stepped over to Claude and patted his arm, "C'mon buddy...I owe you for today I guess. Didn't mean to get you involved in on it."

Claude muttered, "Are you okay?"

Toyle tilted his head, "Me? I feel humiliated beyond belief, worse than ever and not exactly in a good way but y'know me. I'll bounce back in no time. We can like, watch movies back at your place or something and forget about this stupid project."

The shaking stopped and the large feline's ears tilted up as he asked, "Soft stuff right?"

Toyle grinned, "Sure, we can make out and make love while your girlfriend watches or something."

Claude beamed, "Okay."

Coughing, the chimera clutched his chest before regaining himself and speaking, "Well, guess the soft stuff is what you're into...I was just joking but hey if you really wanna get a piece of this action then sure! Go ahead. Make love to me."

As they started to walk, the large feline spoke, "Wanna go out on a date this weekend?"

Toyle raised a brow but checked his compact to see his schedule. He had a recording of Candid in Dewclaw during the weekend but that project didn't interest him anymore so he cleared it and clucked his tongue, "Looks like I can squeeze you around all the other wild dates that I'm going on all the time. Might take some time to adjust to all the jealous women around you but hey, why not?"

Claude nodded, "Okay, we can arrange something with Mellie to make it extra fun."

The rest of their trip to Claude's place was spent in little conversations about what they might end up doing during the weekend and certainly not on just what happened. When they got to the door of the house, he heard his compact buzzing and retrieved it to see that he had a few texts. Quill apologizing if it was too mean, Jasmaby asking if it was too far. He answered both, "Yeah, a little but I'm fine. I probably deserved it for pushing everyone involved too hard. I think Vivian is going to be disappointed but I'll figure some way to make it up to her. Anyway, I lost interest in the damn thing thanks to you two but I'll live. If anything, the stupid shit this will generate will boost me to fame. Other than all that, we're square." He sent off a few more texts to Charthur and Neon to check on them along with an apology that the show was going to end before he stepped through the door into Claude's house.

Quickly enough, they had settled on the couch with a movie. The cyan gelbeast Mellie had joined them leaning against Claude who had his eyes shut, any sort of plan for extra sex out the window as he slumbered. Toyle himself was lying there on the couch with his eyes shut and one arm hanging off of it, legs up on Claude's lap. His chest was rising and falling steadily while the movie played. Maybe when he woke up he'd make it up to Claude, or maybe by that time he'd have some other project to work on. Either way, it was time to rest.