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Lots of jobs were like this, right? Sam had heard that like, firefighters and soldiers, as intense as their jobs could be, mostly spent a lot of their time just waiting around. The point was just to be available for when there was an... emergency. This was kinda like that, right? Just... different kind of emergencies. Maybe more like... medical people, on call for when an issue came up. Yeah. He was helping with a medical issue, so... kinda like that. Maybe if anyone asked what his job was, he could say he worked in the medical field? ...Maybe not...

Still, he couldn't just hang out at home like some people "on call" could, but he wasn't stuck waiting around somewhere in particular, either. There were much worse things than being paid to just walk the streets, take in the sights, get some exercise or relax as he liked... He'd bet a lot of people would be jealous to have a job like that.

Well, they might not be super jealous of getting surprise sodomized. But he... well, he liked that part well enough, even if he did feel like he was still walking a little funny from his first encounter. So like... Sam would be jealous of himself, at least. So... maybe that meant this job really was a good fit?

As the opossum struggled to come to terms with the idea that he might be happy with his new job, his phone buzzed abruptly in his pocket. He stopped on the street corner, startled a moment, but quickly pulled his phone out-- only to have to back off in a fluster as a car pulled in at the curb and the door swung open suddenly. Mumbling an apology, he tried to stay out of the way as he squinted at his phone in the glare of late afternoon sunlight.

On his app, there was a tiny picture of a reptilian woman's face with the caption under it: "A client wants your attention!"

He stared at it for a second. ...What? They hadn't said anything about this. Was it supposed to open a chat function or--?

The car honked briefly, and he jumped, nearly bumping someone over on the sidewalk. Blinking at the car, he realized nobody had actually gotten out. The passenger door stood open, and inside... Nobody was sitting in the passenger seat, but... Squinting, he could see someone leaning over. A woman. A-a lizard woman. He glanced at the phone again, then at-- she was the client??

Blushing, he moved closer, thoughts racing. They could do that? Ping him to come to them or something? The tigress hadn't. Did she just... like the surprise? Had she really been like... hunting him? He bent over nearly in double to peer into the car at the woman. He hadn't even thought of it, that some of his clients might like... be driving around, and not want to find a place to park in this mess just to fetch him. Had it actually been an awful idea, sitting in the middle of the park?

"...Well? Get in." She sounded impatient.

His thoughts scattered, and Sam clambered into the car quickly. "S-sorry. I just--" He glanced around, pulling the door closed. "F-first day."

"Yeah, I figured." She was watching the traffic rolling by on her side, and they sat in silence a few moments until they finally pulled out onto the road again. He had to sit with that awkward, uncomfortable subtext that he was plainly not very good at this yet for a good while before she went on. "You already had one at least, right? I don't wanna poach someone's deflowering or whatever."

Hands shaking, Sam pulled his seatbelt on, trying to fight down the heat in his face. De... flowering? He guessed... it really had been. "Uh... yeah... One." He glanced her way again, finally getting a better look at her.

He didn't know reptile species so well, but she was one of the more rugged ones. Komodo dragon? Maybe. She was wearing slacks and an undershirt, drawn taut around her breasts with her nipples poking through. He let his eyes wander to the backseat, and there was a mess of clothes. A nice jacket and button up shirt, and a bra. Fresh off work? And ready to... blow off some steam. He swallowed.

"Well, usually I like 'em a little more broken in, but I'm tired of--" She sighed. "Have you sucked any dick, kid?"

Sam's mouth fell open. He'd... experimented with a dildo a little, but it had felt so silly he only tried it the one time. "...Not yet..."

As it turned out, his new... patron... was dissatisfied with how others like him pleasured her, so... if he was understanding correctly, she was making it something of a personal mission to teach any of the rangers in her area how to better suck a dick. She seemed to think just about everyone should be thankful, including him.

That's how he ended up with his face buried in a woman's lap as she drove down the highway. He couldn't shake the feeling this was unsafe, but her firm voice and a familiar thrill of fear had him quivering too much to stop now. She talked him through it from the very beginning, teasing her through her clothing, getting her worked up, pulling it out without catching on the zipper or anything, and...

A thick musk went straight up his nose, making him shudder. Was that what... a lizard's dick smelled like, or was some of that just sweat from a long day? He didn't know, but at her firm urgings, he dove in all the same.

He'd seen a few lizard dicks online, but this one still caught him off guard a little, really inspecting it. Long, pointed, but with a sort of knobbly head, coated with like... bristles...? His tongue caught on them going one way. They reminded him of barbs, but they were tiny, almost like hairs or... stubble? Maybe this was why nobody seemed very good at sucking her off, she was rather... unusual.

But she was urging him on, and he did his best to satisfy her many demands, swabbing the thick, salty flavor off her with his tongue, teasing over her with lips and tongue and breath and teeth, before finally drawing her into his mouth. His first... real dick... Well, that he could see and taste, anyway. And it was a peculiar one. Would he regret having his firsts like this someday...? She wasn't exactly his girlfriend or anything, he'd kinda imagined his first times being special, but she was almost... business-like about it.

W-well, maybe that was the point. This was a business. Right? They'd said a lot of stuff about not getting too involved or emotionally attached or anything, it was supposed to be purely about helping with... symptoms. Purely physical. She needed a warm hole to enjoy, and he... could quietly enjoy the strange feel of her flaring and throbbing against his tongue, as long as he kept doing as she said.

The car slowed, and turned a few times, and he braced against her carefully, trying not to let his teeth graze her when they weren't supposed to. She'd warned him of that a lot. Finally, they eased to a stop somewhere dark, and she parked the car with a sigh. That's when she got more hands-on.

She'd made it clear she was going to fuck his throat from early on. Not like, warning him, but a lot of her advice came with stuff like "and keep doing that even when I'm in your throat," or "it'll be harder when you're swallowing me, so practice lots now." It was just a fact that she was going to be sliding down his neck, and she made sure they were both clear on that.

Still, when she gripped his head in both hands and told him to relax, it was... very difficult to comply. His entire body jerked the first time she nudged up the back of his soft palate, and he struggled to hold back a gag as she tsked impatiently. He'd learned a lot in a short time from all her prodding and commands, but one thing he wasn't sure he could learn around her was how to actually relax. She was... an intense woman. She had to be a manager, someone in charge, and somewhere really cutthroat or something. He imagined so, anyway.

But she started telling him how to breathe, which felt really odd when he had her dick in his mouth the whole time, but he tried to follow her instructions, inhaling around her shaft and out through his nose, deep and very slow... He had to admit, it did start to relax him a little. He shifted to get more comfortable folded over in the passenger seat now that they were parked.

"Now." She held his head firmly as she gave him one simple command. "Whatever you do, don't pull off. Just let your neck go completely limp. I'll control your head. Got it?"

He tried to do so, mumbling an affirmative around her and continuing to just... breathe... very slowly. In... and wait... and wait... and out... slowly... and in...

Warm flesh slid down the back of his tongue, pushed open the back of his throat, and firmly slid right in as her fingers dug into his skull, dragging him down steadily. Trembling twitches of tension shot through his body, but he forced himself to just let his neck relax utterly, letting his head sink like a lead weight. He could hardly believe his eyes as her thigh grew steadily closer, her flesh whispering against his deep inside until... she mashed his nose into her crotch and held his head utterly pinned in her lap, his body bowed tightly over the gearshift, his neck swollen with twitching flesh. He did want to pull, to shift, just a little, but he kept focusing on relaxing... and on his teeth. And he tried to track all the other little things too, to start... making his lips and tongue work down here, but it was hard to focus on too much when he...

He was really doing it...! A shaky thrill lingered in the back of his mind, drowned out by the strange strain of it, not quite painful, but... tense, and not what his body was used to. Relax... just relax...

"Good." His ears perked. That was the first nice thing he could remember her saying. "Now, stay relaxed. It's going to be harder to pull it out, and if you tense up, we might not get it out till you black out. Don't try to pull up, or swallow, or anything like that. Let me have control." He stared at her slacks in the darkness, suddenly numb. A-as bad as that? So they were basically barbs after all! He'd kinda thought so... Two in one day, and on his first day, didn't he have all the luck!

She went slowly, and he did his best to obey, a touch of abject fear helping him just sort of... go limp, though his eye twitched as he felt that strange cock dig in and grate over the insides of his throat, trying to hold on, to claim it for a breeding hole, but she pulled out inch by inch until...!

Air! He tried not to gasp too dramatically, but ended up choking a little for holding back, or maybe for the musky juices all over the back of his throat, and it was several moments before he could relax again... and let her continue.

It was a long afternoon, getting steadily and thoroughly trained to swallow cock in some mostly empty parking garage he'd never seen before. He only found out where he was after she'd already rammed his face into her lap, sat her breasts on his head, and stuffed his belly full... and promptly sent him on his way. After all the buildup, all the relentless training, it was so... abrupt, the second she'd gotten her nut off, it seemed her mind was on other things and she expected him to disappear.

That was how Sam found himself in a strange part of town, far from home, as the sun disappeared behind the skyscrapers in the distance, casting an early dusk over him. He had a bit of a cough now.

Was this what it was always going to be like? He was quietly wondering over it as he trudged down the sidewalk, not even sure where he was going. Share an intense, intimate moment, feel like she... Well, maybe not like she cares about you, but like she... likes you, like you have all her attention and all her desire, and then... suddenly he was achy, tired, and alone again, left anxious, feeling like maybe he hadn't been good enough somehow, like maybe this job wasn't for him... He was two for two, so far. Maybe the worst part was just... when it ended, and it stopped feeling like this strange, magical encounter, and suddenly they were just strangers again. Maybe that was just... his loneliness, rushing back over him. Had he set himself up to become more aware of just how alone he was than ever...?

Well, but... being able to be close to someone just a little while, to make them feel good, was still better than nothing, right? If you were afraid to do anything good cause it'd stop feeling good after it ended, you'd just stay miserable forever...

That's what he tried to convince himself of, but in the deepening shadows, it was hard to shake his unease.

"Hey." A woman's voice, a bit behind and to one side. Sam had been walking for some time now, his thoughts long since melted down to a vague gray nothing, when she caught him crossing the street. He stopped awkwardly, and after a beat, looked back. The street was dark, but there didn't seem to be any cars around. "My place is just over there. You hungry?"

Some sort of canine, in jeans and a t-shirt with a colorful logo on it. She was pointing her thumb over her shoulder.

He was still signed on. He hadn't even thought about it. It wasn't like he'd been... incapacitated, not like after his first time, he was just... He just...

He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep doing this at all.

It stung to admit it. He'd been telling himself it was great, that he'd be really happy at this job, but if it kept leaving him feeling like this...? Maybe it would be better to find a job that didn't make him such an emotional wreck. Maybe it'd be easier once he got used to it, but... did he want to get used to sex being... meaningless? To feeling used and abandoned? He frowned in the darkness. This job had seemed too good to be true, but... He hadn't realized the real price. What he was giving up.

"I got some pasta simmering, but I should really get back to it. Are you uh... done for the night or...?"

Sam... startled out of it, out of himself, and... he blinked at her. Something about the way she was talking to him... Was he hungry? She'd asked. He could almost laugh. He'd just had a meal, and his throat was roughed up, he wasn't...

Well, but... He hadn't eaten anything for a while, and it felt a little weird just having that lizard's cum in his belly. A little sour. Some real food might help, and... Wait, she was offering him food? "...I dunno if I'm supposed to--" Sam cleared his throat, but she was shrugging dramatically.

"I don't care about the rulebook, dude. It'd beat eating alone, so come have some." She paused. "...Y'know. Long as you can help me out too. Think that's fair." She cleared her throat.

The opossum blinked a few times more. He felt more relaxed... She was so casual about it, so matter of fact, it felt... different. Better, maybe.

He glanced away, down the street. ...Where the hell had he been going, anyway? He needed to find a bus stop or something. ...And it was true he could use a little food, it'd probably be a long trip home. Swallowing, he finally turned around. He'd been standing in the middle of the street like an idiot, gawping at her, and now he hurried to join her. "Uh-- sure."

Her teeth glimmered in the darkness with her smile as she turned to lead the way, and he stared at her as they walked. She was only a little older than him, he thought. The others had been more middle-aged, and kinda... intense, very into this whole... thing. But this one felt... normal? It was kinda weird to realize that... for her to be approaching him like this, she must have... an extra bit hidden away, and some pretty intense appetites... Maybe that's part of what had been bugging him. In the back of his head he'd held on to that old, dumb idea that these women were driven crazy with lust or whatever, and the first two he'd met --well, discounting his aunt-- had certainly had something strange to them. But... they had been specifically going after him for being new, he guessed? So... were most of the... hermaphrodites... more like those two, or like this one?

...Well, she seemed normal, glancing back at him as she held open the door to her apartment complex, but he couldn't shake the suspicion as he climbed the stairs after her that she was just... hiding it or something, and as soon as they were behind closed doors...

...She was hiding... a kinda messy apartment, and two cats. Pet cats. Sam peered around curiously as he closed the door, though he wasn't sure what he was looking for. It was... a pretty normal place, by his estimate. Old, beat up furniture, books and movies scattered in front of a TV, some dirty clothes thrown on the couch. It smelled pretty good. Like tomato sauce.

She'd gone straight to the kitchen, making a somewhat distressed noise when she got in there. Had he kept her waiting too long? But after some clattering, she called, "bathroom's down on the left if you need it. Mind if we do it before we eat?"

That struck him dumb a moment, standing in the middle of her living room. Just like that? Or, well... Not even that it was so abrupt, but that it was...? He cleared his throat. "Uh... sure."

Maybe best if he did freshen up, then. He retreated to the bathroom, though he had to be careful not to knock over all the products on the tiny counter as he stepped in and shut the door. His body worked on autopilot as he tried to digest what was happening. Every step of today had been so damn weird, and now... Was this even weirder, or did it just seem weird because it was so... normal? He really didn't know. Sam hadn't even had a steady relationship for more than like a week anyway, he wasn't entirely sure what a "normal" sexual relationship was... though he doubted they'd act like his first two encounters. So yeah, it was just... it was weird how normal she made it seem.

...But then... This was her life, wasn't it? She had to live with this every day. Having sex constantly as a necessity. Maybe that... Well, anyone would have to adapt to that in their own way. That tigress had certainly seemed to enjoy it, it almost seemed to be a lifestyle thing for her. The lizard had seemed like... She'd almost seemed to act like it was an inconvenience to deal with. Or maybe that was just... that she was unhappy with how it was being handled. It certainly seemed to be one more task to focus on getting through to her, anyway.

But this one was just...? Hell, maybe it felt strange because to him, sex at least ought to feel... special. But to her, she HAD to do it, and so often, that it was... sort of like eating? He guessed? You could enjoy it, but you wouldn't exactly be throwing a party every time it happens, not after the first few hundred times.

So maybe those two really had been the weird ones. He pondered this as he rubbed fresh lube around his tender ring, pouting thoughtfully. Well... maybe he really just needed to relax, too, then. Not make a big deal of it. One way or another, that'd probably be for the best. Sighing, he washed up, gingerly avoiding knocking anything over, and stepped out again.

It did smell really good out here, though. He was actually sad to think he'd have to wait till after to try a bite, though that itself felt very silly when he realized it.

Sam found the canine --a dark gray fox, he could see now-- sitting on the couch with two bowls set out and the TV on, flipping through shows to stream. "All set?" She pursed her lips a moment, considering a few movies, and finally started one up. Some kind of crude humor comedy, looked like.

"Yeah," he breathed, "I'm good." He wiped his palms on his pants.

"Cool. Do you uh, have a preferred position or anything? I don't really care, but I'd like to use your butt." She started wriggling out of her pants, just like that.

How did she keep getting him flustered like this? He could feel his cheeks burning as he struggled to process that. Just relax! "I'm... kinda new, actually, so... I dunno...?"

The vixen paused a moment to consider him, though he failed to meet her eye when a bright, pinkish-red cock flopped out of her panties suddenly. She sounded a touch amused when she finally supposed, "maybe it'll be easier if we start with you taking it at your own pace, then. Come straddle me?" She patted the couch to either side of her as if to say, knees go here.

He moved quickly to comply-- and she was just opening her mouth when he stopped, realizing that yes, it would probably be easier if he also got out of his pants, first. He'd had such a thrill being fucked on the train in front of all those people, but somehow, pulling his pants off in the middle of this stranger's home suddenly felt so much more... exposed? He glanced at her furtively as he set his underwear aside, and she just smiled. The movie was opening with some elaborate music, and one of the cats had emerged from hiding to sniff at his clothes by the time he made it to the couch proper.

This was the first time he'd ever been naked in front of a woman... besides like, his mom, as a kid. Was this closer to what a first time was supposed to be like? His breathing was shallow as he placed a foot between hers, his eyes landing on the pointed, pale crimson shaft pointing up at him eagerly. ...Closer, maybe, but certainly a long way from anything he'd ever imagined...

His knees were wobbling a little, and he reached down gingerly to grasp the couch behind her before climbing up. His thumbs grazing her shoulders. His fur combing across hers as his legs eased up and over, and... pressed tight against her. Why was he so aware of how... close he was to her? Well... he was a guy, and a tall one. And a... a creepy one, to some people. He'd learned to be careful not to get too close, especially to women. He'd make them uncomfortable. Scared, even. ...He was looming over her right now, wasn't she... scared...? Was she hiding it? He was a stranger in her home, and a deal larger than her, but... she seemed to be smiling like she was trying to reassure him. Right... she was used to all this. How many others like this, how many men or women had she already...? Was she secretly ready to defend herself, or... was she just that sure that he was... safe?

He was freezing up over her, and as he stared down at her, the fox finally shifted to slip her arms around his waist in turn. His concerns about intimidating her lasted right up until she dipped her finger right into his anus, swirling his lube around and driving a high yelp from his throat.

"Nice..." She breathed, and those delicate little paws gripped his cheeks, spreading and guiding them to her tip. He felt that now familiar kiss of hot flesh to a terribly tender part of him, now just partly healed, and he drew a deep, shaky breath. She paused, and looked up to him. "...I'm not... your first, am I?"

Quivering for trying to stay completely still, Sam smiled weakly. "...Second, actually." Like this, he assumed she meant.

"Ah, okay." She seemed kinda relieved? She nodded as she went back to lining it up, grinding against him, working that very point through to just get a taste of his insides, barely beginning to push him spread. He sighed together with her as she leaned back, one paw slipping under him to grip her shaft from below. "Alright... Whenever you're ready." She smiled up at him, though there might have been just a touch of something teasing to it. Or maybe that was just how foxes looked? He wasn't sure.

Another first... Him actually having control over any of it. Sam blinked, taking just a moment to... gather himself. Right. He could do this. Hell, this was... better than just getting used, right?

He leaned down, and grunted. That felt... really weird. What was...? He shifted, rolling his hips to either side a little, and that slick between them spread around, glazing both their flesh over and drawing them tighter together. She sighed warmly under him, and... Yeah, he had to agree...

Working the friction away around the edges till there was only wet warmth, a succulent seal between them, it felt like his heartbeat was bumping up through his body just from that point, like... W-was he feeling her heartbeat, inside him...? He felt flushed as he ground around her, and he found himself leaning down harder, growing... hungrier... wanting more of her. He could take it...!

His ring strained, and... with a tiny lurch, she punched through, dragging a shuddering gasp through his throat. Her fingers gripped at his hips, urging him down gently, and he found himself blushing as he eased down, carefully, to swallow inch after inch of her, sometimes bumping up a little to help spread that hot mess, mixing it with the natural slick of her canine shaft. He'd been trying to ignore his own naked dick, wobbling around soft as he climbed up onto her all nervous like, but suddenly it was flaring up as he worked down the thickest part of her, nodding happily and grazing her shirt. He panted and leaked a few tiny noises, maybe moans, maybe whimpers, and stuttered as his tip prodded at her breasts. "S-sorry..." He mumbled before he could think.

She cracked a devious little fox smile as her grip firmed on his hips, and she bumped up to meet his motions, cramming the last inch into him all at once and pulling him down snug in her lap even as he spluttered out a moan. He tried to grip at her paws, but they were already slipping away-- pulling her shirt up and over her head. "You like it, right?" She cast the garment aside with a sigh, her breasts bouncing free and swaying about, grazing his tip as she glanced up at him, then down to his manhood, giving it the slightest touch with a finger. "Usually what this means." He couldn't help but nod dumbly. "Good. Feels better when we're both having fun, y'know?" She drew a deep breath, drawing her arms together as she gripped at his hips again, and he couldn't help but stare as those plump mounds swelled up at him, nearly enveloping his tip for a moment... then again, when she ground up through him, burying deep in his belly and pushing him up.

He was panting suddenly, wondering if he had been holding his breath or something, and he found lewd little noises dripping from his lips as he throbbed eagerly against her undercleavage, quivering, squeezing tight around her. She cooed for that, rolling her hips to grind through that shuddering grip a few times before she looked up to him again, smiling broadly now. "...Would you like to touch them?"

...What? O-oh... Sam had been staring at her breasts. He almost apologized again, but... h-he was supposed to... There was nothing wrong with...! Gods, he was really just overthinking everything. Smiling sheepishly, he steadied himself a little to stop leaning on the couch and reach down. He'd... felt them press against him, but to actually feel up a woman's breasts...!

He'd said she wasn't his first, but he really was still such a virgin, wasn't he? He swallowed, trying to shape up a little. He was doing it all! This was his job now, so he'd have to get used to doing lots of this stuff, and... probably lots of things he'd never done before! He grabbed up her breasts resolutely-- maybe a little too much so, by the noise she made. He did stammer out an apology now, but she laughed faintly. "You're fine, a little rough stuff can be fun. Just, careful with the claws."

Rough stuff? He felt like he still had a lot of chapters to work through before he'd be ready for anything like that, at this point. P-put it aside for now. He refocused his attention, on... feeling out this softness, this plush warmth spreading under and around his fingers... and on leaning down to grind around that hard flesh below. It was a lot to take in, a lot of new things to absorb, but he wouldn't let himself hold things up any longer...!

His legs worked and shifted, digging in to settle his balance, and he worked his grinding into a few slow strokes, up and down, letting an inch of flesh escape from his tailhole before he rammed down into her lap again. She leaked a warm noise, almost a growl, and he pushed harder-- only to falter when he jabbed his dick into her breast. It was wagging around wildly in front of him with the motions now, and... He...!

Biting his lip, Sam shifted her breasts... down... a little, and caught his tip between them. She leaned forward with what might have been a smirk he glimpsed on her face, and he sank into that luscious softness, suddenly smearing precum all over her soft, downy fur. It felt strange, and wonderful... He pushed down, swallowing up her cock, and nearly slipped out of her cleavage before he thrust up into it again, dragging off her shaft again. His breath faltered, he swallowed, and he started drawing deep, heated breaths as he worked into an unsteady rhythm. "Now you're getting it..." She murmured near his belly, still sounding rather amused.

Desperate little noises, stuttered moans and what almost sounded like words, started slipping from him with every breath as he developed a steadier rhythm, bouncing his cheeks off her thighs before burying in the softness above, and ramming down again. His insides felt hot, the lube might have been not quite enough, but it was getting juicier too as she leaked a mess inside him. It was churning him up a little inside, making him feel strange as his body kept trying to focus on the pleasure of the soft, warm spot he was fucking. These sensations, these... fantasies, had always been rather separate in his mind, he'd usually just leave the dildo in while he stroked off or... A-all of this at once, it was intermixing strangely, turning and twisting inside him, but it... it felt so good...!

His hips jerked more erratically as he heated up, and he nearly landed on her dick wrong once or twice even as she pushed up to meet his strokes, to ram up into him as he pushed down. He was just... dazed, almost drunk on it, groping greedily at her, pulling her breasts down as he thrust up, then pushing eagerly to take still more of her length, it was a shaky mess all over the place and he--!

"Okay," she breathed, a growl threading through her voice. "My turn."

Sam's voice cut from a moan to an inquiring squeak as she shifted under him-- and bucked, shoving him sideways, forcing him to fall over! He tried to grab at the couch but he crashed all the same, dirty laundry flattening under his back as a spooked cat fled the room. She was climbing up over him, pushing her knees under his back and folding his legs up to give her full access to his ass. She was smiling still, but her eyes were hooded, glittering with hunger. She drove into him, and suddenly she was pounding him relentlessly, hips slapping tight to his cheeks as she leaned on his legs, slowly folding him tighter and tighter in half as he gurgled under her, the taste of spunk washing up on the back of his tongue.

This was the creature hidden away inside this normal woman. She was looming over him, a woman probably a foot shorter than him that didn't think twice about folding him up and fucking him ragged, her form shadowed in the overhead light as her muscles flexed to trap and pound at him. His belly gurgled with her violent intrusion, her breasts wobbling with her rapid motions, smeared with his precum as his dick lay against his belly, twitching urgently but untouched. She was letting it slip, her need, her desperate need to use him, to claim a warm hole to breed, and he could only offer up his backdoor as sacrifice, his toes curling and his eyes rolling upward as he mined at his insides with her flaring, steeling cock.

He was melting into the couch, accepting being a slab of meat under her, when he felt the new strain: at the bottom of each stroke, she was stretching him wider. W-wait-- he hadn't thought of that. Fox. Knot! He blinked, struggling to clear his eyes, but there was no question on her face. Her fangs were bared now, her eyes hungry, staring down at him as she fucked him open, wider and wider still as she flared with the readiness to impregnate him. He started to flinch, to wince as she dragged that fat bulk out and rammed it in again-- but suddenly she was slouching low over him, cramming a wild, rapidfire blur of strokes into him, without even pulling out. It was inside him, tugging urgently at his ring, but it was growing bigger every second, and... th-that was it! He was knotted! He couldn't help it-- he seized tight behind that terrible bulk, just to make sure she didn't try to yank it out again after all.

A single raw snarl spilled out of her, wild and ferocious, as she yanked against his straining anus-- and slammed home, suddenly blasting fresh heat across his insides, balls slapping tight to his cheeks and flexing tangibly as she pumped into him, fangs grit tight as her hips shoved tighter and tighter to his spread cheeks. He could only breathe a whimper, quivering all over as his bowels flooded anew with fox seed, his own shaft flexing urgently as he gripped down tighter and tighter on that brutally flaring knot.

One of his legs slipped from her grip-- and a paw seized roughly around his shaft. He yelped despite himself, blinking up at her, and her snarl was twisted once more into a smirk as she roughly stroked him over in time with the heavy grinding of her hips to stuff him full, to bury just a hair deeper in his guts. Shuddering, choking on a whimper, Sam seized down tight around her one more time-- and felt his own hot seed splatter across his face, drawing a shaky moan to roll out of him... which earned a thick glob right on his tongue. Blushing brightly, he opened wide as she gripped his base and milked him out with deep, heavy thrusts even as she fired her last into him, and he painted his own face, besides giving himself a healthy little snack... an appetizer, he guessed.

Heavy, trembling pants slowed as she slouched over him, and she shifted to ease the pressure between them, to try and get a little more comfortable as her hips ground lazily against him, just... stirring up the cauldron of fox spunk she'd made of his belly. It was a slow process, but she eased him up off the seat of the couch again, gradually regaining her more playful smile again as she pulled him to sit once more in her lap. "Thanks..." she sighed, finally, settling back to relax and stretch a little. "Took it pretty well for your second time."

Sam was still puffing faintly, his spent shaft flopping against her belly as she throbbed slowly inside him, and he could only respond with a loose mumble that hopefully approximated some thanks or something. She giggled faintly as she rolled her head around, then her arms, and finally she leaned forward, easing him to one side to reach past him. "Might wanna clean up a lil before you eat." She scooped up her own bowl and offered him a tissue.

Quietly swallowing the semen lingering on his tongue, Sam blushed and accepted it, cleaning up as his... client... settled in with her dinner. They were positioned so she could only just see the TV around him, and she seemed quite content, digging in as her knot still twitched occasionally against his strained tailhole. Sam took the chance to just watch her a little as he made an ineffective effort to wipe his own mess off his face. He'd been feeling so... hollow after, when suddenly things were over. Well, this was what she did to stay normal, to get back to leading a normal life, right? He guessed it made sense to just... go back to normal once the job was done. No big emotional connection, that'd make things too hard. He needed to learn to... close his heart a little, to accept that this was... just for tonight. No, not even the night, just... for this moment. And then it was just a nice memory. And... that was okay.

He shifted to settle in on her lap, to get as comfy as he could with this great mass of cockflesh wedged inside him, and all his motion was enough to tease out a playful little thrust up from her, grinding in deeper as she shot him a playful little smile. Blushing, he pulled his cheeks spread a little against her to make sure she was in nice and deep as he settled in and reached over for his food. Well... it wasn't like it was completely over. She'd said... it was nice to eat together with someone, or something like that. And... she did seem to be happy to have him there. She was snickering at the dumb movie, occasionally making a little comment to him, though he was paying so little attention to it that he could only chuckle faintly and nod, sure she was right. They weren't anything big to each other, but... it did feel like she appreciated him. And, well... he guessed the tigress had felt like that too. Just because they weren't suddenly lovers now or something, didn't mean he hadn't... made their days better, nor that they'd just forget about him the second he was out of sight. Right?

Slowly, quietly, he relaxed. The pasta was pretty good. When the movie got quiet, he murmured that he liked it, and she smiled up at him. "Thanks."

He sat in her lap, content to carry her knot a while, eating pasta and just feeling sort of... dazed, and maybe a little tired, but... good.

And... when he was out on the street again, he still felt pretty okay. She'd been pretty relaxed about keeping him in her lap till her knot fell out on its own, and even then she seemed to think he'd stick around for the rest of the movie, but... he wasn't supposed to stay the night, and he was... pretty sure she hadn't intended him to, so he needed to catch a bus before it got too late. She'd understood, and she thanked him again on the way out, and wished him a good night.

She'd treated him like a person, he guessed. And... he'd needed that. To know he could get that, working this job. Maybe some of them would see him as meat first... and even she had just a little of that in her... but this wasn't meaningless. He was helping people. Both, helping them lead normal lives, and just... making them feel good. If some of them were kinda rude about it, well... it was a difficult condition to deal with, and a secret, and all this stressful stuff... He'd just have to learn to accept that each of them dealt with it their own way. As long as at least some of them were a little less like Mrs. Facefucker and a little more like that vixen, he thought he could get by okay.

It was a long trip home, in the end. A lot of silence, watching dark streets roll by. A lot of time for Sam to worry himself into another depression. But when he stepped out into the fresh night air near his home, he found... that he was looking forward to tomorrow. And that hadn't happened in a while.