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Yankton Valley's Main Street somehow stayed vibrant, even after the end of the world. Everyone in our isolated South Dakotan hamlet let their guards down to either exchange their goods, sell their wares in the almost-daily marketplace, or simply share hot gossip. Some happy, screaming cubs took advantage of the beautiful day, their joy echoing over the loud banter and bartering. Familiar faces and distant conversations passed by as I walked at a brisk pace, my red-furred, white-tipped tail swaying steadily with every confident stride, and eyes expecting to catch the occasional leery gaze. That, or ignore looks of contempt, especially from one of the regular churchgoers. In fact, I avoided being noticed by Mrs. Kasper at all costs, knowing full well that the old tigress was out and about, clutching a Bible as old as her graying fur. "Morning, Noah!" a hunting dog named Mr. McMillon greeted as I passed by a permanently parked van-now where he proudly displayed feral hides. "How's your day goin'?" I released a soft, hidden sigh. "It's going good, Bruce," I replied with a passive wave, well-aware that he was watching my backside as I left. Of course, it wasn't like I didn't stand out already. I happened to be one of Yankton Valley's very few red foxes. I remained unmarried in my twenties, grew my auburn hair long enough like a girl, and sometimes wore fragrant perfumes in public (when I could find it). Mostly because it attracted customers. So, it didn't surprise me when one of the townsfolk felt emboldened enough to call me out and say hello. "Morning, Noah!" Ned O'Conner beamed at me nearby. "How's the pipes holding up? Do you think I'll need to come back and check on 'em?" A couple of passing townsfolk hid their snickering well. I did too and hid my expression by doing a hair flip, the recent memory of Ned pushing me against a wall and emptying his pent-up load still fresh on my mind. The older bull had been gentle enough. The married man didn't go too rough, hadn't tried haggling my price, or rushed at fixing the pipes in my childhood home's basement. He even discovered a way to make sure the water remained hot from the basement well, particularly during the coldest upcoming winters. Ned installed the copper wiring himself the very next day and I made sure to give him an extra freebie for that. Somebody laughed out loud at Ned's question in the present. However, I didn't let the unintentional double entendre bother me, instead happily replying to the older bull, "Working great, Ned! You did a great job on 'em!" I gave a faint wink at him when his wife rolled her eyes at us, and she refocused on the wares from a nearby table. Promptly leaving for my destination, I silently chuckled with myself. Did Ned just blush? I wondered if Zoey was probably gonna lecture him about flirting with me in public. Despite it being midday and nearing the end of summer, I still wore a pair of old jeans and a modest T-shirt. I felt self-conscious wearing them, feeling out of place, even as I approached the busy corner of Main Street and an adjacent road called Lewis Boulevard. They happened to be the same one leading directly towards what used to be the town's public park, now a public garden crowded with makeshift greenhouses and communal vegetable plots. My eyes fell on something else though. I stared at the grimy neon sign of an old shopfront. It read 'Earl's Electronics', once glowing a bright yellow every night once the sun set, but no longer. Not since the power grid went out several years ago during the Collapse. Without a beat, I entered the unlocked doors of the shop. The faint bell announced my arrival as I navigated towards the back. Around me sat shelves upon the shelves full of outdated electronics and now-useless digital machinery, sometimes half-gutted or missing specific parts. None of it stood out to me, save for a pile of smartphones on one table that must've once belonged to a good two-thirds of the town. "Noah? Is that you?" a gruff voice spoke up from the other end of the lobby. "I swear, Pete, if that's you and you're here to ask if anybody's haggled me a-" "Nah, Earl, it really is me!" I waved a paw so he's spot me over the one or two massive shelves. "It's noon, like ya said to me last Sunday service!" "Sorry, Noah, I forgot! Come on in!" The middle-aged raccoon stepped into view within the hallway, laughing nervously and peering at me little bit lecherously. "Mind turning around and flipping the open sign? Then we can get down to business in my office." I rolled my eyes and proceeded to do just that. Turning the open sign to closed in an unceremonious gesture, I turned to spot a raccoon tail disappearing into the last door on the left of the short corridor leading. I spoke up, "So, is it the usual, Earl? Suck n' fuck?" "Yep!" he chirped. "Been a while since I had a good squirt..." Where Earl Larson used to sell electronics and appliances for discounted bargains that made inflation more bearable, the tired, blue-eyed raccoon now bartered and traded parts for things that people now needed. Such things included tractor parts, and different types of wiring, as well as mechanical gizmos or whatever. He had a decent operation before and after the Blackout and subsequent Collapse, all things considered. Yet like most of the men all over Yankton Valley, he didn't invite me over just to talk about post-apocalyptic entrepreneurialism. In all honesty, we had a major thing in common: we provided a service to people that sometimes desperately needed it. There was no doubt I could supply that demand, the way he'd looked at me. I silently followed him into what used to be his managerial office, the interior lit only by rays of sunlight peeking in from a frosted window. It had been years since the building had enough electricity to turn the light switch on. But I could still see everything clearly, from the old raccoon's coy smile to his tented crotch. I also easily spotted the nearby bags that contained his payment: three pre-Collapse boxes of macaroni and cheese, a glass bottle of cow milk, some freshly plucked carrots, and four plastic bottles of fresh well water. "Maybe just a suck," he clarified after some thought, already unfastening his cowboy belt buckle and lowering his jeans as he sat down in an office chair. "Don't think I'm not owed a fuck at another later date though." "I'll consider the extra stuff a deposit, old man," I told him. "Haha," he mock-laughed. "It ain't my fault. Had to do some heavy lifting this morning on the McGillicuddy tractor and my knees aren't doing it today." I could smell the physical labor on his shaft. Dried sweat mixed with his natural raccoon musk in a way that wasn't distracting, but still pungent enough to drown my sensitive nostrils as I swallowed his length in one go. Earl let out a satisfied hiss, sounding less like a married man having his tool deep throated and more like somebody having an intense itch scratched. I could feel it throbbing to full hardness within my vulpine muzzle, tongue lathering his acrid-tasting underside. I hid my discomfort well and didn't even gag. Not that Earl noticed though, hanging his head back, spreading his trembling legs further apart, placing both paws behind his head in a relaxed posture. He was a king on his throne without any care in the world, an old man who enjoyed the simplest things in life, like feeling a warm mouth surround his neglected shaft. He got impatient after a while though. It wasn't until his hips started bucking slightly upward, his thick yet average cock trying to test my gagging reflex to no avail, that I fully bobbed my head up and down. Meanwhile, my fingers grasped jean-covered thighs for support. My vulpine tail swept up dust against the old floor as his bushy tail wagged intensely through the opening in the back of the old chair. All of it was drowned out, however, by his rasping groans. "Ahhh, fuck! Oh, fuck, yeah...R-Right there, just like that!" Earl encouraged, clearly enjoying the way I used my tongue to lather the underside of his length as well as tease his unkempt balls. Sometimes, I lapped at them until I could feel both begin to churn with need. "Ooooohhhh! Yeah...Take your time...Nice and slow..." Slurping and salivating, I worshiped his tool like a good town whore. Even after years of selling myself to the men of the town-earning my supplies every day by either lifting my tail or wrapping my soft mouth around familiar dicks-a part of me still didn't find it routine. I still occasionally got a dirty thrill from helping married men relieve themselves without the risk of making more babies. I still got a filthy kick from letting supposedly straight men treat me like a cock sleeve in exchange for valuable things. It used to always be cold hard cash, but that worthless paper stopped being worth something even before the end of things. Nowadays, I only let the men of Yankton Valley use me in exchange for useful items like food or supplies. Sometimes, a hot meal or even stuff I could easily trade in the marketplace, like copper wiring or gold that in itself could be traded with the rare merchants that float floated up and down the Missouri River. It was a purely symbiotic relationship. None of them would admit it out loud, and certainly not to their girlfriends, families, or even God, but the town relied on me as much as I relied on them. I went about fondling his balls at some point, which led to him squirting a couple drops down my maw. "Yes! Oh, fuck...That's a good foxy..." he exhaled heavily, almost heavenly. "Nnnngh! Mmmmfh!" Feeling the raccoon pulsate and protrude between my fangs, I always relaxed my jaw without the risk of scraping teeth on skin. Unfortunately, I did find myself nicking him slightly when the back exit door of the building suddenly, audibly opened, and I heard loud stomping noises occurring behind me. Earl lightly smacked my right ear, wincing. "Watch it." "S-Sorry, Earl," I muttered after pulling away to speak. The loud footsteps came closer. "I didn't mean it." "Just keep going," Earl replied dismissively, then pushed my muzzle back down on his wet, leaking member. I effortlessly continued my bobbing motion as he held me down with his calloused palm. My blushing ears twitched at the sound of those footsteps, hearing the noises pausing at the open door. "Can you fuck off a bit, Ben? I'm busy!" Chin lightly caressing the raccoon's balls, I mechanically moved my lips up and down his rigid length. A part of me listened, however. Scent, voice, a faint trace of moonshine, and the mentioned name told me it had to be Ben Carlson, a thirty-something brown bear who liked to be told what to do around town. He mainly did the heavy lifting and manual labor that couldn't be done without more than one mammal. Already, I could feel his pervy gaze watching me as he stammered out something about Beverly Abelard's son finally getting the engine and alternator from an abandoned truck. They just needed certain parts that sounded less like words and more like technobabble. Most of it flew over my bobbing head as I kept servicing the older raccoon. Ben tried his best to sound casual, as if he didn't even notice the younger gay fox giving a blowjob to Earl throughout their conversation. "H-Hey, uh...hope y-yah don't mind me asking, but...Noah?" I slowly lifted my head up as the bear quickly asked, "Mind giving me a paw?" "With that engine?" I asked, coughing. "Or are you talking about something else?" "Something else!" he clarified. I could hear him shifting the crotch of his pants without even looking behind me. "I can pay, of course. Quid pro quo or whatever. Earl, do you mind?" "Long as it doesn't interrupt my own fun," Earl warned us, chuckling as he nuzzled the soaked tip of his cock against one of my cheeks. It left a small stain, which I was quick to lick up. "Noah, keep blowin' me while giving him that handy, will yah?" Grinding back up at the lecherous raccoon, I began wondering just what I had gotten myself into, resigning myself to it becoming a long afternoon. "Payment first," I spoke up to Ben, then resumed my oral treatment. "Mmmmfh!" Earl moaned as he patted down between my molten ears. "Well, ya heard the kid! You're not getting that handy till you have payment, Ben. Better hurry!" "Shit! Alright!" Ben scrambled down the hallway and out the door. My session with the older raccoon resumed as I jerked my muzzle up and down into a steady rhythm. My thoughts wandered. Earl wasn't the worst when it came to smells. Very far from it. While I didn't have a 100% ironclad rule about being incredibly clean, considering that daily showers and baths weren't always reliable to get in Yankton Valley, I did stress to clients that I wouldn't tolerate someone that smelled absolutely filthy. If their wives, girlfriends, or even their neighbors couldn't tolerate being around them, then I absolutely wouldn't either. No exceptions. It didn't stop me though from missing the old days of easily accessible deodorant. Speaking of wives...it wasn't long until I heard someone else enter the shop. I almost thought it was Ben returning on such short notice, except the footsteps in coming in did not belong to a large mammal. They sounded more relaxed, then abruptly stopped by the office door. "Ah, how was-mfh! The marketplace, Evelyn?" Earl half-moaned in his chair. "Good, dear," she briskly replied. "It was...good." My nose kept inhaling Mr. Larson's pubic hair, my throat wrapped around his tender shaft, even as his wife awkwardly watched us from the threshold to his office. I felt her heavy gaze burn the back of my skull. It felt hot, but not as searing with rage as it did from the other wives and girlfriends. I didn't need to lift my muzzle and turn around to know Earl and Evelyn had locked eyes with each other, the female raccoon, holding a bundle of fresh vegetables and bread from what my nose was able to gather in the air. "I'm going to start making dinner soon," Evelyn abruptly said. "Shall I make something for you too...Noah?" Earl lessened his grip between my ears. I coughed for air. I also dared not turn around to look her in the eye directly, therefore causing any sense of distance to shatter completely. "N-No thanks, M-Mrs. L-Larson," I lied. "I already g-got somethin' ready tonight." "Oh. Okay, thanks then," she answered without sounding disappointment. More like relief really. "I'll get started soon, Earl. You boys just...keep...doing what you're doing." "Thanks. Love you, sweetie!" Earl spoke up as I heard her turn to walk away. "Mind closing the door for us?" Thankfully, she didn't slam the door closed. That would've startled me and likely led to me biting down on accident. But I did hear it rigidly shut and her brisk footsteps fading down the hall and up a staircase I knew went up to their second-story loft. As if he could read my mind, the raccoon stroked one of my downcast ears. "Don't worry 'bout her," he grunted. "Shes goin' off to finger herself upstairs..." My fallen ears picked up the faint sound of footsteps and creaking, followed by suppressed whimpers. Anyone would've likely mistaken them for sobs, and maybe they did start off that way, if it weren't for the chorus of hinges squeaking that likely came from their old couch. Earl's member returned to fully stiff again, allowing him to recline further back in his chair and hump more vigorously into my willing maw. I could feel his contracting and fuzzy balls begin to tap against my chin from his upward motions. He gripped the back of my head and forced me further down at one point. His cock spasm against the back of my throat and I gagged. My paws didn't slap against his knees to signal for him to stop. However, I was still overwhelmed and distracted from trying to catch my breath that I barely even noticed the knock at the door or recognized Ben entering until Earl let go of his grip on me. I pulled back, sputtering for air, drool and traces of pre-cum dripping between my muzzle and that thick raccoon member. I hardly glared up at Earl before turning to acknowledge Ben, who closed the creaky office door behind him with a large grin, then proudly held up two old plastic bags filled to the brim with different items. "I got some rolls of copper wiring, a quilt that Joanna McGillicuddy made," Ben listed off the basics, "and veggies from Zoey's garden. That good enough for a handy?" I gasped for air, nodding. "Good enough..." Grinning, Ben already unfastened his belt buckle as I gave him my answer. His rigid girth pulsated with leaking pre-cum, his dirty jeans, rolled down past his hips and scrotum dangling free to emit his scent: mainly dried sweat and washed piss. Inhaling more of Earl's unkempt musk to distract me from the worse smell, I closed my eyes and blindly grasped the base of the bear's shorter length. I felt his shrinking beer gut bounce in reply against my knuckles. "Ahhhhh!" Ben moaned, head craning towards the ceiling. "Fuck..." "Now don't go steppin' too close by me, Benji," Earl mumbled between deep breaths. "This town's already got one fag..." the raccoon absentmindedly, scratched behind one of my ears as I sucked him off. "Tongue under my-yea, like that...good boy..." Ben did as asked, and stepped several inches away from Earl, who still completely ignored the bear. They both fell into mutual silence, but it was Ben struggling not to snarl. He trembled at my touch and let out a low growl. It grew in pitch once I gave one firm stroke after another, multitasking as I kept servicing the sitting raccoon adjacent to him. Neither of them spoke anything other than through moans and groans and huffing that made it clear how much they loved it. Ben Carlson couldn't help but hump madly between my fingers, his loose foreskin sliding up and down along my palm, his throat letting out guttural noises all the while. Earl was the first to erupt. He once again pushed my muzzle down and held me without much warning. I inhaled his pubes and gagged for a few seconds, first from his musk and then from the jets of sudden sperm pouring all over my taste buds. I was quick to swallow down the raccoon's load but neglected Ben for several seconds until the bear started to desperately thrust himself back-and-forth along my loosening palm, and I resumed jacking him off with gusto. I glared daggers up at the exhausted, sitting raccoon while slurping up the rest of his seed. At least Earl had been kind enough to stop holding me down and let his arm go limp. Finally, I pulled away from his spent cock, clearing my throat. "What'd I say about doing that, Earl?" I growled up at him. "I said to pat the back of my head when you-" "Yeah, yeah, sorry..." he replied lazily, staring up at the ceiling with a wide, panting smirk. "Good job...Noah..." Rolling my eyes, I at least made the effort to clean up the older man's cock and turned towards Ben to give him my full attention. I fondled his hairy balls to tease the bear, jerking him off faster and faster. I used my other paw to seize his bare hip for support the minute he thrusted a little harder. It didn't take long for Ben Carlson-bless his heart-to mutter something about being close. "Shit! Shit! Shiiiiiiiiiiit...! Oh, fuuuuuuuuck! Ohhhh, yes...!" I expertly wrapped my muzzle around his girth before it could spray all over my face. As much as it wasn't a secret what I did around town, the last thing I wanted was returning to my house with jizz stains all over my clothes. Once again, I slurped up and swallowed the majority of my customers' seed, breathing through my nostrils and licking up the remnants after it was clear he wouldn't be releasing any more spurts. At least, not solely along my tongue. "Oooh, good job, Noah," Ben said with a relaxed groan. "I...I really needed that..." "Me too", Earl chimed in. He raised a paw and dismissively waved us off. "You two get goin' now. Take yer payment, Noah...Same time next week? I still get a fuck from ya." "Whatever, sure," I muttered. I let out a strained sigh as I staggered up to my feet, ignored the wilting, forgotten hardness within my pants, then reached over to grab Earl's bags. Having already buckled his belt and pulled up his jeans, Ben was quicker to grab his bags. I stared up at the ursine. "You're not trying to swindle me, are-" Ben shook his head, sounding panicked. "No, no, no!" he reassured me. The brown bear easily held up his bags in each paw. "I'm uh, I'll help carry your things. To your home, I mean. It's a long way and you only got two arms." "Thanks?" I responded a moment later. I offered a smile. "Yeah, I'd appreciate that." "You two mind going out the back instead of the front?" Earl requested. The raccoon began to sit up straighter and listlessly pulled his pants up with one paw. "I'm gonna close shop earlier today and head upstairs for dinner." I let out a snort. "Tell Evelyn I said hi." "Fuck you, kid," the raccoon scoffed. "Not till next week," I retorted back. "Touche," Earl mumbled in his chair. He pointed a tired finger at the brown bear, who held both bags in one paw as he opened the door. "And don't think about being here for next time, Benji. Get your own time with the town whore..." I ignored his jab and followed Ben Carlson out of the managerial office. Before we went out the back door and into an alleyway connecting to Lewis Boulevard, Ben did something I didn't expect. He gave my ass an affectionate pat. My tail curled and then wagged from the gesture. Ben pretended not to have done anything, but I did offer him a blushing smile. "Thanks again, Noah," he uttered. "No problem, Ben," I answered. "And thank you." "It ain't no problem," he responded stoically. "Ain't no problem at all..." I joined him outside and he followed me down the road back to my house. I had a slight feeling that before the end of the night, the older brown bear was going to schedule me for another appointment.