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Littleton’s job protecting the mouse was advantageous in many ways as it was grinding. Following her though the various corners of the metropolis ridden by poverty and the seemingly ingrained need to commit crime kept him on edge. Among petty thieves and drug addicts she would’ve been swarmed like a bloodied cow wading through a river or piranhas had just one of them an inkling of how much she was worth. Littleton towered over her, never more than a stride behind her as she would chew on the gummy end of what had once been a lollipop, her stubby, chubby mouse feet all but skipping through the potholed asphalt of streets long abandoned by those employed to keep them fixed. She was careless wherever she went, talking shit to guys who might’ve dragged her in an alley and done unspeakable things to her if not for the hairy brute attached to her like a shadow. Problem was, she knew that. She did it to piss Littleton off just because she could.

But like any hacker worth their salt, the mouse earned the big bucks. The amount of cash to her persona was worth more than her and Littleton’s combined weight in fine cut diamonds, a value which she restocked multiple times a year to enrich the even seedier people who could afford her. It was Littleton’s boss who had paid a small fortune on her, thus sending his best man to keep the gal safe. She was a spritely fireball for sure, requiring every bit of focus and paranoia to keep her alive. But the payday made it more than worth it, both for Littleton and his employers.

Back at ‘headquarters’, as she liked to call it, the ceiling lights were off. A motley glow of blue and red neon colored the windowsill, barfed in by the many advertisements every which way on the street. It was raining hard outside. The glass was but a blur, the gurgling shadows dancing down the hotel room where the gay lights were stretched across the floor and the bed. The only thing else was her laptop screen and its ghostly blue light with her hunched over it like some gambling addict. A baseball cap sat backwards on her head with greasy, unwashed hair spilling out the back with one lock curled out above the snapback. A sports bra and some khaki shorts that sank into the fat of her ass and thighs was all else she had on. Sleepy eyes with darkened bags flitted across the laptop screen absorbing information with robotic efficiency.

Her hired protection was on the other side of the room, dragging on a cigarette he’d rolled himself. A miniscule hotel chair struggled to uphold his gargantuan body, its muscle-rippled limbs twitching whenever he moved. The embers of tobacco would illuminate his flat, stocky features with every inhale. Every time he exhaled, he thought about the [i]No Smoking[/i] sign he’d seen on the hotel door. A deep tint of nicotine-yellow had accrued on the ceiling from decades of people not giving a fuck. Neither would Littleton, at least not until he and his little lady were out of that place.

She exited her program with a punctual [i]clack[/i] of the escape button and promptly slumped back into the office chair, teetering it backwards while she spun it around to face him. “Fuck, that was a lot, but I’m done for the night. Thank fucking Christ.”

Littleton plucked the cigarette from his lips and peered at her through a curtain of escaping smoke. “You sure there isn’t anymore to do?” he asked in a tone strained by the burning in his lungs.

“I sure fucking hope not.” She slid forward off the chair, landing on her feet with a [i]thump[/i]. Her shorts were ridden up her ass which she adjusted with a yank and a shimmy. That wormy tail of hers was curled in the air behind her, exhibiting her energy as she came stomping over to the man. “Come on. Let’s blow off some steam.”

“Right now?” he asked, but he was already snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray.

“’Right now?’” she mocked in a deep, dumb impression of him. “No, tomorrow, asshole.”

“Tomorrow wouldn’t be too bad,” he said. “Or at least some place that isn’t here. Don’t tell me you can’t afford better.”

“Opps and Gov can’t get a track on parts of the city like this, I told you that. It’s either this or drive out to the middle of Bumfuckistan, and I ain’t doin’ all that.” She had made it to his chair and stood in front of his denim-wrapped legs. Her sports bra hardly swelled around the shape of any breasts, but they failed to cover the extra sextet of perky pink teats descending her creamy white tummy. Mixed between them were scars whipped, slashed, and bitten into her skin. She gave his boot a deliberate kick urging him to get up.

He ignored it. “Easy. My parents are from East Bumfuckistan.”

“Yeah, and that explains a lot.” Another kick. “Come on. It won’t hurt you to get up. Stop sucking on those cigarettes and suck on something else.” A pink-gloved paw came up to her belly and made a dive into her shorts, lifting the button off her skin and displaying the lack of underwear beneath.

“That sure is tempting coming from a woman I can smell from here.”

A scoff. “Shut up. You love it.” One more kick, a hard one this time. “Get up. What am I paying you for?”

“You ain’t paying me shit. My boss is.”

“I’m paying you in pussy. Ain’t that enough?”

Littleton shrugged. “Debatable.”

She harrumphed before making a trip to the bed. The springs hardly depressed enough to make her bounce. A spritely half-roll put her on her back with her plump and chunky legs spread into a broad V formation. Her tail hung off the side, curled into a hook just above the carpet. She peered at him through the gap in her thighs. “Get the fuck over here and get paid, loser.”

If the insult had gotten a rise out of him, he didn’t let it show as he made a slow rise out of his chair. He peeled out of his shirt as he trudged over, his row of immaculately chiseled abs lightly dusted by a black happy trail towering over her in a way that she liked. His perpetually grumpy mug stared down at her promiscuous posture with something resembling contempt.

“Atta boy,” she cooed. Her tail batted the inside of his shins. “Now get rid of those jeans.”

“How about you get rid of that bra first?”

She bit her lip and did a happy squirm. “Why don’t you get rid of it for me? That’s an order.”

His begrudging obedience came when a giant mitt of a hand laid itself on her tummy, tickling the palm on her bottom nipples and the few puckered scars between them. Her heart hammered away inside where her lungs inflated with a gasp, rubbing her ribs across his fingers. He hooked one finger into her bra and forcibly peeled it off. She lifted her arms and head for him. It pushed off her cap, letting spill all that greasy blonde hair which formed a mop around her round, pink mouse ears. Sewn into the inside of the cap’s band was the word “Delapore” in a gold thread. The small mounds that made her breasts aimed up at him, their petite studs growing stiff.

She grabbed him by the wrist with both paws, unable to touch fingers around his meaty girth. He was guided back to her chest, between her tits and into the exquisite softness of her belly. She rubbed him around in a neat circle, brushing each teat and making her toes curl against his abs. “Wanna know how I got these scars?” she said in a throaty voice.

The rough flesh of healed tissue that broke apart the softness of her fur sent ripples of electricity up his arm, making the hairs stand on end and stiffening his nipples too. “You’ve told me a dozen times already.”

“Why don’t I tell you again? In case you forgot.” She didn’t allow a retort before grabbing his index finger and pointing it at a diagonal scratch swept next to her navel. “This I got when some old lady tried to mug me in an alley. Lured me in with all her ‘woe is me’ shit and asked if I could help with something. Pulled a knife on me. Told her to fuck off so she swiped at me. That was my last time helping anyone on the street.” She brought his finger to her left clavicle where a circle of teeth marks were textured. “Weasel. Nice fellow. Skinny, liked sports. We fuck for the first time and he latches on to me like a fucking lamprey. Kicked him in the balls and out of my life.” Next it was her bicep where a dark crescent was swooped from elbow to pit. “This one’s actually my fault. Got high on MXG. Bet my friends I could jump into the sunroof of my car from the second floor. Tried it, didn’t even land on my feet. Smashed into the windshield like a bug, shattered it and split me open. Almost bled out. Worst part? Wasn’t even my car.”

The pair held eye contact throughout each story, her not needing to look at her own body. Littleton didn’t look because he’d both seen each scar and heard the stories behind them. This was her favorite method of forcing him to explore her body, something he did without complaint nor thrill. That was until she made him travel to the button of her shorts where his hand was pressed into her crotch, forced to endure the intense heat of her cunt.

“I got another scar right here,” she said, grinning. “But you gotta take these off to see it.” To further entice him she grinded her ass on him and continued beating her wormtail between his legs.”

“I don’t know,” he said, tightening the grip on her crotch. “It sounds like a grisly one.”

“Oh, it’s extra nasty.” Her legs tried scissoring around his trunk, though they were barely able to press the ankles into his ribs. “You’re gonna wanna take a look at it. I think you have something that’ll help it heal.” An assertive shove of her rump found the jut of his pecker in her crack, something she’d hoped to accomplish. He couldn’t hide his reaction, not with the rush of blood she felt pouring into his dick.

Littleton took a deep breath. “Well, if you say so, Tina.”

That goblin smile of hers wrinkled very rapidly into a furious scowl. “You watch your fucking mouth. I told you-”

In a flash the hand that was on her crotch went to her throat and throttled the whole of her neck in a squeeze just short of choking her, a violent demonstration of his speed and dexterity. Her yellow eyes bugged, and her ornery whiskers flared. Out came a tiny choke from her gaping maw. “I think you’ve said enough,” Littleton grumbled. The scrapes and scratches on his wrist hardly distracted him while he climbed the mattress by his knees and dragged Tina forward to the center by her neck. He loomed over her like an oak with all its unforgiving rigidity and massiveness. The hand not strangling her went to his jeans and undid the button and fly. Some awkward shoving brought the beltline and his boxers down below the swell of his buttocks. Out sprung his wiry black bush plus a burdensome half chub and its bulbous pair of eggs. He let them sit on the open flaps of the fly while that fat knob of dark red flesh that made his cock helmet began to aim at her quim.

Next, he went for her pants. She kicked and squirmed at him. A choked grunt squirted through her teeth. Her grubby feet paws could barely dent him. Her shorts were undone with expert brutality and then yoinked off her legs and chucked across the room. There was that scar she mentioned, a fat pair of cunny lips all but steaming with sweat and arousal. Even in the dull light of the outdoors he could make the blinding shade of pink which would flex and bulge at him along with the dainty pucker just south. Her thatch was small but unruly, scratching the underside of his forearm as she would hump and thrash her lower body against him.

Her face scrunched shut. Out came a shrill and guttural squeal. Littleton loosened his grip, if just a little. “What was that?”

She told him without pause between her words, each syllable hissing through her clenched teeth and sending out motes of spittle. “[i]OhfuckingGodjustputthatfatfuckingdickinsidemeohmyGoooooooooooood…[/i]” Her bucking hips were not to hold him at bay but to impale herself on that scepter of his, now fully erect and craning in agonizing proximity with her pussy.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” Littleton shimmied his pants and underwear the rest of the way down to his knees before taking careful hold of his pecker and aiming it at her yearning flower. In the scorching heat of their combined sexes his nads hung low in their skin purse, one lower than the other and swaying gently as he leered close. Tina put her feet paws on his abdomen so she could better feel the weight of him falling on her. Their sexes met head on, those pudgy cunt petals sinking around his dome with a wet squish.

A violent shiver rippled through her. Her eyes rolled into her head and the blubber of her ass jiggled. “[i]Uuuggghhhhhheeeuuuggghhhhhhhhh~[/i]”

Littleton felt a wave of bliss himself, albeit not as dramatically as hers. “Easy. I’m not even inside yet.” He wouldn’t show it, but pressed against the gate to her tightness he had to resist the urge to slam fuck her to the balls and split her in half. The darkness surrounding them was his blessing as she could not see how badly the hand on his pecker shook.

“[i]Mmmmmmm, I know. Shut the fuck up and fuck me already. Huhhhhhhhh…[/i]” Her shivering wouldn’t stop. The teats were at their hardest, beacons of delight even when they weren’t being touched.

“On it.” A delicate clench of his glutes brought his hips forward. More flesh compacted around him until the vulva was stretched and finally wrapped around his girth. His countenance broke at last with a steep gasp, her white-hot grip enough to sink the dense flesh of his cock some painful-pleasureful number of degrees.

Her head whipped back, her maw agape with the ridges of her palate flashing at him. “[i]HUHHH~![/i]” Her feet slipped off his abs to go into a broad V shape with her legs. They clung to him again and begged him forth with the toes ticking and scraping at the skin. He was loathe to ignore her and pressed forth with a very slow dive which buried his cock inch by arduous inch. Her pitiful whimpers and whooping gasps were matched by a low groan of his. It took some time, but eventually she had him to the hilt, their mismatched pubes mushing into one another while their conjoined organs sizzled and throbbed.

“Oh, fuck…” Littleton let go of his pecker and splayed the hand on the sheet beside her head. His mouth hung open, the shocks of delight tugging at his thigh muscles and making them twitch. Her every shudder and clench milked him something merciless, enough to make him cum should he soak there long enough. But that’s not what she wanted, nor did he. His ass came back into the air with a fluid swoop and then carved its way back into her.

Tina moaned loudly. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhhh! Uhhhh! Oh my fucking God![/i]” The sight of his penis pistoning in and out of her was a blur on the bottom edge of her vision. Unable to crane her neck any further with his hand still on her neck, she was left with the divine sensation of his immensity drilling and stretching along her velvet, pummeling her sweet spots with all the finesse of a big, hairy barbarian like him. Her spasming was as constant as her squeals. Her vision faded and her eyes uncoupled. Out choked some garbled words Littleton couldn’t understand.

“Hrrhhh… Say that again?” he huffed, a pall of sweat growing on his brow.

She gulped against his grip to clear her throat. “[i]I’m gonna cum. You’re so fucking big. Fuck… I’m gonna cum! Yes![/i]” These half-choked squeaks and squeals were in stark contrast to the snobby bitch who was demanding sex not long ago. Now that it was given to her, she sounded ready to break.

“Yeah… Hahhhh… I fucking bet you will.”

“[i]Hnnngghhh… Harder… Harder please. Ohhhhh! Huhhhhh![/i]”

He delivered by pounding hard and fast, the crash of their loins echoing through the room at a volume just short of her responding screams. The springs creaked and moaned beneath them. The wet splish of her pussy being stuffed coincided with the meaty clap of his balls on her ass. Tina struck an octave painful to the ears, her pleading words lost to the ecstasy swelling, swelling, and swelling. Then all at once her sounds came to a stop and the muscles in her limbs went taut, dragging the finger claws across the skin of Littleton’s wrist. Her orgasm struck hard, reigniting the quivering and spasming into something cataclysmic. In each clenching muscle was a blinding bliss like the sweetest water gurgling out to the tips of her toes and fingers. A rush of cream blurted onto Littleton’s cock. He had grinded to a halt, just to experience the brunt of her climax.

She found her voice in an ugly fashion. The most horrid groan gurgled out of her, a shrieking falsetto which plummeted into a growl. Littleton maintained his grip on her neck throughout so that her pleasure remained spiked until the end. Only when she was done did he resume fucking her, albeit slowly now. “Is that what you wanted? Sounds like you enjoyed that, you dirty fucking mouse.”

A moan squirted through her teeth. “[i]Hrrnnghh.. Fuck you… Ohhhh…[/i]”

“No, it’s you who’s getting fucked. Hahhhh…”

That was hard to argue against. “[i]Yes… Oh fuck… Please, fuck me… Ohhh… Cum inside me. God, fucking give it to me. Oh shit…[/i]”

That much was certain to happen with her cumming on him. She’d squeezed him to the brink, and now he was determined to push the rest of the way there. “Yeah, I’m fucking going to. Ahhhhh…” His grip on her throat tightened. In a few thrusts he was back at the pace he’d thrown at her earlier. [i]Whump-whump-whump-whump-whump.[/i] The added glaze of her cum made things easier. Flecks of it would splat off his pelvis, congeal around the root of his cock, and speckle the underside of her tail and the surrounding sheet. Her moans ascended once more. Through the shrinking tunnel of gray around her vision she saw him grimace and blush. “Ahhhh, I’m cumming. Close~! [i]FUCK![/i]” One Wagnerian heave slammed his hips home and brought his vanguard to her womb. With a ferocious snarl her erupted into her cavity, his balls contracting, glutes dimpling. “[i]HRRRRRNNGGHHHUUUUUEEEEuuuuuggghhhh~~~!!![/i]”

The strike of his seed was like a climax for her too. Amid the sickly blue color of her face her eyes crossed. His stuttering humps and hearty cock throbs brought about something similar in her, and thus their pleasures blossomed just as brightly astride one another. Cum squirted and bubbled out of her from around his shaft, melting into the fur that lined her two cavities. Even when he’d been milked of the last drop, he stayed glued to her, panting hard and doused in sweat.

“Huhhh… Huhhhh… Huhhhh… Fuck… Holy shit…” His grip came off her neck finally. A dramatic gasp brought the color back into her features. He watched her sputter and cough with some degree of guilt. “Fuck, sorry. Might have gotten a little carried away with that.”

She coughed some more before shaking her head with her paw on her battered throat. “[i]No! koff! Koff-koff! No, that was fantastic. Koff! Huhhh! Koff![/i] God… I fucking loved that. Hahhhhh…” A sexy laugh made her chest bounce. “Ahhh, I can’t feel my legs. Mmmmmm… I love it so much.” She swam one paw beneath her navel where she could feel the density of his penis and the slosh of his cum deep, deep inside. “Now that’s what I call blowing off some steam. Holy shit.”

Littleton knelt upright. His own legs felt rubbery and weak like they would give out beneath him. “Yeah, I’ll say. Goddamn.” He put one hand on his penis and pulled it out of her slowly. The head popped out with a lazy bounce. Out followed a disgusting belch of cum which bubbled and oozed down her crack, past her winking tail hole and onto the sheet where her tail lay. His pecker went limp, proudly glazed in their sex product in a position of creation over the growing wet spot.

Tina let out a happy trill. “Mmmm, so good~” She flopped over on her side and made a lazy getaway to the top of the bed where she laid her head on a pillow and patted the space next to her. “Take a load off, big guy.” He did so gladly by slumping next to her with a bounce and rolling onto his back. He kept his arm out for her to cuddle up to, but instead she climbed on top of him with her wagon of an ass sitting on his belly, still leaking his seed from her pussy. A cold, wet nose stabbed into his chin. That precious reek of hers clawed at his nose. “You know, I think you’re my favorite bodyguard I’ve ever had.”

“Oh yeah?” His big arms wrapped around her and squeezed. “And you’ve got to be the worst client I’ve ever watched.”

She giggled. “Shut the fuck up.” Then they kissed. Lips locked, she scratched and gripped everywhere around the delightful toughness that made up his chest. She nibbled his lip, tweaked his nipple, and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Littleton withstood it all like a gentleman, nibbling her back, pinching her teats, and absorbing all the exquisite foulness that was her breath. At the end she laid her petite head in the valley of his pecs and closed her eyes. “See you in the morning, stud.”

He laid a hand on her back and closed his eyes too. “Sure thing, Countess.” He heard and felt her giggle. Moments later she was snoozing, but before joining her he very carefully removed her from his chest and laid her aside where she curled into a ball, wormtail tucked into her belly. Littleton rose from the bed and went to the bathroom where he cleaned himself off in the shower. He returned with a roll of toilet paper, finding the mouse he’d made love to with a smile on her face and a flood of his seed oozing out of her. Some gentle swipes around her cunny cleaned her up. She wasn’t roused, but a dreamy squirm expressed her appreciation. Littleton threw the waste away before curling up behind her and holding her to his bosom. A few moments later, he was asleep too.

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