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The conclusion to the little historical fiction mini-series I was doing. It has a little bit of almost everything in it.

Klara was awoken by the five 'o clock whistle of the morning locomotive. For a moment she was pleasantly disoriented, pressed pleasantly against a furry, soft something. She was in her berth, she knew that much, but...

Oh.

Kolya.

She sat slowly, up, one of Kolya's arms falling away from her, the mink still deeply asleep, breathing softly, curled almost around her, one paw resting atop her inner thigh.

She couldn't help but smirk at that and allowed the sleeping mink to cop an inadvertent feel while she straightened her fur and whiskers, stretched her wings and then stepped delicately from bed. The fur between her legs was in disarray but it wasn't anything a trip to the baths down the street wouldn't fix.

Slipping into a cheap blue dress that went down all the way to her ankles (it was by far the least revealing piece of clothing she owned) Klara yawned and stepped quietly from her berth. Most of her neighbors worked early in the morning and were in the middle of departing. As she quickly and carefully fastened her privacy curtain shut behind her, a paw landed on her shoulder, fishing a startled gasp from the bat.

"There's a boy in your berth." Observed the black furred fox who stood behind her.

Klara blew out a breath, half relieved, half annoyed.

"Eva..." She turned to face the fox, "you scared the life from me."

Eva had been a fairly close neighbor in the rooming house for a few months. Their routines and schedules were similar, and though they didn't have too much in common, they'd first become acquaintances, then, more slowly, something approaching actual friends.

"Is he a...?" Eva formed a circle with two fingers before penetrating it with a third.

Klara's ears went flat and she shook her head emphatically.

"He's a friend." She protested.

"I have ears, Klara."

"Well...I mean..."

The fox raised her brows.

"Look at you," she marveled, "are you settling down?"

Klara went to answer but realized she didn't have anything solid to say. She didn't know.

"Can you please not tell anyone?" She asked instead.

"I won't," Eva said with a smirk, "but I can't promise about the dozen other people who probably heard you and...?"

"Kolya."

"He's cute...anyway, I think you should be alright."

Klara nodded, relieved that at least one person wasn't going to run to the landlord. She probably wouldn't be kicked out over one little incident, but having it on her tenancy record...

"Will I see you this evening for cards?" She asked.

Eva, who was halfway through turning to head back to her own berth, nodded.

"Sure. Bring Kolya." She offered the bat a sharp toothed grin, then was gone, her privacy curtain settling back in place.

Klara rolled her eyes and made sure she had enough money for the baths before heading off. Eva was lascivious, sure, but Klara knew the fox was harmless. She wouldn't make a move on Kolya, no matter how much she enjoyed teasing the other girls about going after their men.

Truth be told, Klara wasn't totally convinced that Eva had ever had a boyfriend. Certainly the fox had been single all the time she'd known her...

It wasn't until she was nearly at the baths that Klara even thought about the message Kolya had been tasked to carry. For a moment she wondered what it said. The possibilities were interesting to consider. Was it orders for a strike? Confirmation of some Bolshevik operation she'd never heard of?

Whatever it was, Kolya seemed convinced of its importance and connection to the planned mutiny of the Army regiments. Klara felt distantly nervous even considering that, but figured that it probably wouldn't go anywhere. Life even after the Tsar had been driven from power wasn't markedly different from the way it was before. She couldn't see why the Army and Lenin taking power would be much different than even the provisional government that had replaced the Tsar.

No matter who was in charge she'd probably still be living in some shabby little place and soliciting in friendly taverns and clubs in order to pay the bills.

Klara shook that pessimistic little aside out of her mind and paid for a half hour in a private bath. She figured she wouldn't need all of it, and she did want to be back before Kolya woke up (though, given he'd traveled all of yesterday and engaged in...other activities as well, she suspected he'd still be sound asleep when she returned), but the thought of soaking in a nice warm bath for a bit sounded wonderful.

Klara scrubbed her fur and wings first before dipping between her legs to clean there. She still felt sensitive, but not in an especially bad way. Indeed, cleaning the fur there and making sure she was freshened up made her heart race and her breath begin to come short.

For a moment Klara debated whether or not she should, but with a pair of fingers running gently over her pink slit, the choice wasn't really hers to make. Legs propped up on the edge of the tub, submerged in soapy water up to her chin, Klara shut her eyed and slipped a pair of fingers inside of herself with a soft gasp, one thumb finding the firm swell of her clit and drawing deliberately teasing little circles around it.

Behind her eyes she could just about imagine concentric rings of vivid light pouring out from the epicenter of her pleasure, transmitting that information all throughout her. Her other paw rose to one pert breast and she pinched the nipple there, almost hard enough to hurt, fishing a little whimpering gasp from herself.

Water sloshed gently back and forth in the tub as her hips bucked and her fingers slid even deeper, thumb continuing to rub her clit as her legs jittered in place, muscles spasming.

The bat moaned, exhaling a shivery breath, her heart pounding. She thought about Kolya, how strong he'd gotten, the weight of his assurance and dedication to the cause. Even if she didn't necessarily share it, seeing him so unfailingly confident made her heart race.

The way he'd kissed her. The way he'd pumped into her right before filling her with hot spurts of...

She bit down on a moan, eyes squeezing shut as her inner walls clamped down hard on her fingers, a hard edged jolt of ecstatic sensation zipping through her, almost like she'd just touched a live wire.

For a long moment she was aglow, sawing her fingers in and out of herself, then she was over the heights and slumping back into slowly cooling water, her heart racing and legs jittery, muscles still twitching.

For a moment she thought about going again, she hardly ever satisfied herself with just one, and she could still feel little tendrils of need tugging at her, but of course the little timer in the corner was drawing worryingly close to its terminus and so Klara dragged herself reluctantly from the water and got dressed, emerging from the baths with bright eyes and not quite so many troubled thoughts in her head.

Kolya was still sleeping when she ducked back into her booth, curled a bit more completely into a fluffy brown and white ball, his tail twitching every so often.

Klara sat down with a little sigh and found her paws stroking along the furry appendage, moving it into her lap, ever so careful not to wake Kolya up. He seemed to be having a pleasant dream, his face was relaxed and his eyes moved languidly behind their lids, the tip of his tail brushing against Klara's stomach in a slow, regular pattern.

By then it was nearly six, the factory was doubtlessly open and the first shift heading in. What had Kolya said? The message needed to be there before noon?

She ran a paw up over his trim side and gently shook the mink awake, Kolya blinking blearily for a moment before catching sight of her. He relaxed back against the pillow, stretching his legs out to stretch over her lap.

"Morning," he said, "...what time is it?"

"A few minutes past six."

Kolya's eyes caught on her damp fur, his brows raising slightly.

"You went to the baths? You should have woken me, I would've paid..."

Klara shook her head.

"You're not a very good Bolshevik, I thought you people didn't like money."

"It's a necessary evil," he yawned and blinked hard, blinking the last of the sleep from his eyes, "...I think we should go to the factory soon. Now that the first shift is inside."

There would be fewer police and soldiers around the Putilov Works at times when the streets weren't filled with workers. Of course, that didn't make them necessarily safe, but still...it wasn't like they'd have a better opportunity.

"I'd better get dressed, then."

"Aren't you?" Kolya asked, looking over her blue dress.

"For distraction?" Klara stood, Kolya withdrawing his legs, "not really."

She shucked the dress over her head and the mink straightened up, taking it from her and folding it across his lap, eyes roving over her as she stripped down to her undergarments.

"What does distraction entail?" He asked, "I thought you would be...I don't know, asking for directions or pretending to faint. Something like that."

Klara moved over to her trunk and undid the lock, opening it to reveal her wardrobe. She had a few of her more fetching dresses in there, ones that went down only to mid calf. Positively scandalous attire.

She fetched out her very favorite, a slim, black dress that hugged her hips and didn't leave much at all to the imagination. Yes, it would do nicely...she made sure to bend extra low when she went to fetch it.

When she turned back around, eyes flicking to where the mink was sitting at the edge of her bed,she couldn't help but notice that his fur had gone especially fluffy and his eyes particularly bright,

Kolya cleared his throat, paws laced over top of his lap, where he'd gathered a small bundle of bedding.

"So..." He said, voice just a little too animated, "how are you gonna distract the police?"

"You know what I do for a living, Kolya," she said, slipping the dress on over her head, tugging it down over her hips, black fabric settling in place, outlining her trim figure, settling against her round rear. As she fussed with getting it to settle around her wings, Kolya's brows knitted.

"Won't they just arrest you?" He asked.

"Nobody enforces those laws. I'll solicit, they'll tell me to go away and that'll be that. You slip by in the meantime, when I'm trying to tempt them."

"...What if they say yes?"

"They won't. They're police. The police come to the clubs after working hours, just like everyone else."

Kolya nodded, somewhat relieved by that, eyes still locked on her figure as Klara fetched out a pair of leggings. They were cotton, the very finest she could afford, black so as to go with the dress.

She could feel the mink's eyes on her as she rolled them up to mid thigh.

"Oh, I'm teasing you, aren't I?" Klara grinned.

"No, no..." Kolya tried to insist, but Klara rolled her eyes. The mink wasn't a good liar.

"You don't need to be a gentleman all the time, Kolya." She made a little motion with one finger, gesturing for him to remove the bundled up fold of blanket from his lap.

The mink did so with a hint of embarrassed sheepishness, a tiny, faintly rueful smile forming as he let her see the pronounced bulge in his pants.

The bat sank to her knees, settling between Kolya's legs, the tip of her muzzle just an inch short of the top button on his pants as she looked up at him, the mink slightly flustered.

"Oh..." He murmured, clearly taken by surprise.

Klara massaged the mink's bulge through his pants, Kolya shifting in place, leaning slightly back to allow her greater access even as he glanced to the privacy curtain.

"What about your neighbors?" He whispered, but his concern was faint at best, tail beginning to swish behind him.

Klara put a finger to her lips, then undid the buttons on Kolya's pants, shifting them down over his hips, allowing his cock to bounce free, the girthy length bopping her smartly on the nose.

She giggled and planted a kiss on the tip, tasting pre, slipping a paw around his white furred balls and squeezing gently, eyes flicking up to gauge the mink's reaction.

One didn't need to be a mind reader to tell that he was enjoying her ministrations.

Klara opened her mouth and wetted her lips before sliding Kolya's cock in along her tongue, taking his entire length with practiced ease, until her nose bumped up against the soft fur at the base of his stomach.

Kolya sighed, satisfied, sliding his paws along Klara's big fluffy ears, scratching behind them, eliciting a little shiver of pleasure from the bat. She could feel a slickness growing between her thighs, bloomers beginning to dampen all over again. Clearly she could have used another hour or so alone with herself before that situation was taken care of, but she resisted the urge to slide a paw between her legs. If she gave even an inch to the temptation then she'd probably think it was good idea to climb into Kolya's lap and mount the mink. And then maybe to start riding him into the floor. And then...

She enjoyed a naughty shiver at the thoughts, then pushed them reluctantly from her mind. She'd get him off like this, take her satisfaction from that, then come back home after helping him with his mission at the factory and...

Ooh, the things they'd do afterwards...

She'd have to ask him how long he was staying in Petrograd.

Klara bobbed her head, lavishing the underside of Kolya's cock with long, slow licks, maintaining perfect form all the while. His cock, she thought, was about the perfect size for this. Not so small that it was only a job for her tongue, but not so big that it punched into the very back of her throat with every thrust. She could do anything she wanted with Kolya's length, and she did so with gusto, massaging the mink's heavy balls as they grew increasingly damp with saliva and pre.

Kolya sat in place, massaging her ears, breathing coming faster as Klara continued to work between his legs, bathing his throbbing length in warm, velvety wetness. The mink squirmed in place, ears pinning back, face screwing up as he fought to hold back the rising tide of ecstasy roiling in his loins.

Klara longed to tell him not to hold back, just to let it 'cum', but was loathe to remove her mouth from his cock. The mink's balls jerked in her paw and she massaged them, just in time for the first jet of cum to hit the roof of her mouth, Kolya hilting himself in her throat. Klara let him, enjoying the way his paws tightened on her ears, almost like was using them as handles to better fill her muzzle with his seed.

She swallowed once, then again, enjoying the sweet edge that his cum had to it. She hadn't had a chance to taste it the previous night, and was beginning to think of that as a missed opportunity.

For a long moment Kolya remained as he was, at the very edge of the bed, hips making little jerking humps into her mouth, then he sank back onto the bedspread, breathing hard, a grin spreading uncontrollably across his face as he slumped back, relaxing utterly.

Klara stayed where she was for a few moments, milking every last bit of seed from the mink's softening cock, then she gave the tip a farewell kiss and straightened up, licking her lips, settling back onto her haunches and smiling.

"That was amazing." Kolya breathed, doing up his pants before slipping down off the edge of the bed so they were both knelt down, face to face. He kissed her, gently, paws moving to her sides, sliding down slowly to her hips, pulling her onto his lap.

She wrapped her wings around him and they remained cuddled together for a long moment, simply enjoying the proximity.

"Do you want me to return the favor?" He asked after a moment.

Klara's first instinct was to say yes, but she knew they ought to be getting to the factory. It was already half past six, and if they started this up then something told her that Kolya wouldn't get his message in on time.

Regretfully, she shook her head.

"You owe Lenin a secret message," she reminded the mink, "I'll have you between my legs once you're a hero of the proletariat."

Kolya smiled and kissed her once more.

"Sounds like a plan."

They slowly detangled themselves and stood back up, both a bit bright eyed and shaky. Klara listened at her curtain for a moment, then, satisfied that nobody was coming, she slipped out, tugging Kolya after her.

As she fastened her curtain back up, she heard a little rustle from Eva's berth, the fox poking her head out, offering them both a decidedly amused grin.

"Is this the famous Kolya you were telling me all about?" She asked.

Klara blushed, Kolya's eyes moving from Klara to Eva, a shy smile forming on his face. He extended a paw to the fox.

"Nice to meet you, Miss...?"

"Eva," the fox said, taking his paw, stepping from her berth as she did so, "you must be fresh from Moscow, no way I'd have let such a handsome creature slip my attention otherwise." She was still wearing her same dress, but Klara could swear that the fox had tugged the front down just a little to show off the barest hint of black furred cleavage.

...Or was that just her?

"Oh, are you and Klara, um...?" He seemed unsure how to proceed.

"Friends?" Eva asked, "of course, dear. Oh, and," her eyes moved to the bat, a mischievous twinkle lighting them, "do bring Kolya for cards tonight. We could use a third player."

Klara nodded, face still alight beneath her fur, and Eva bid them farewell.

"Was that just me or..." Kolya began.

"Eva comes on to everyone," Klara said, waving a paw, "...she's harmless."

Reassured, Kolya linked his arm with hers as they exited the boarding house and stepped out onto the street. To the north, perhaps ten blocks away, were the Putilov Works. Already Klara could see faint plumes of gray smoke standing out against the faded blue of a summer sky.

"Did they make you carry messages a lot back in Moscow?" Klara asked, her thoughts turning to the mission at hand.

"Sometimes," Kolya shrugged, "usually it's folding pamphlets and stuffing envelopes, lots of busywork...but it keeps things running."

"Ah."

"...I meant what I said last night. When the revolution arrives and Comrade Lenin comes to power, you wouldn't need to sell yourself anymore. You could be anything in a worker's state."

Klara kept her eyes up on the sky. It was a perfect, cloudless blue. Next to her, Kolya frowned, noting her silence.

"It's...I know you're not convinced, and that's fine, but..." He trailed off for a moment, "will you promise me that you'll become a nurse when the revolution comes?"

"Well, that's only a few days from now, right?" Klara asked, trying to remember the exact timeline Kolya had given her.

"Tomorrow, actually." He said.

"That's a tight schedule. I'd have to make a lot of very sudden changes in my life..."

"Klara..."

"I need to make money, Kolya," she said, "and if I become a nurse then that means school, and school costs money. If I don't work in my usual fashion then I have no money, that's how it is."

The mink sighed.

"But what kind of money are you making now? Certainly not enough for nursing school. See, when the revolution comes-"

"When the revolution comes and Lenin abolishes tuition for nursing schools then we can talk. Until then, there are bills...and the tax men do not accept ideas as suitable payment."

They walked on in silence for another block.

"Sorry." Kolya said at last.

"It's alright," Klara sighed, "I know you care. And you're right, it would be better if I was doing...something else. But I can't. Not now."

"Okay."

Once again there was silence for a small eternity. At last it began to chafe badly enough that Klara found her gaze straying to the mink.

"I'm glad you're back." She said.

He kissed her on the cheek and Klara felt her face go glowy and warm under her fur. She gravitated a bit closer to Kolya's side, resting the side of her head against his shoulder.

"I came here last night," he said after a moment longer, "there is a checkpoint with a few policemen about a half block from the gates. You can't get around it, I looked for a while but they had soldiers out on patrol too."

"Soldiers?" Klara asked.

"Looking for German saboteurs, I think," Kolya shrugged, "...anyway, around the next corner is the checkpoint."

Klara smiled.

"I'll say something nice about their uniforms." She decided.

"It'll only take a moment," Kolya promised, "then once I've delivered my message I'll hide out and slip away when the evening shift lets out at six."

"Then we can go for cards with Eva." Klara said.

"Does she play rummy?"

"Is that still the only game you know?" The bat asked, with some consternation.

"...Maybe."

"I thought Bolsheviks drank vodka and played cards all day," Klara teased, "that's what the Russky Invalid tells me."

"That rag," Kolya rolled his eyes, "when Pravda starts up again I'll get you a subscription."

"And I'll teach you some proper card games."

"Deal."

They shook on it and then, suddenly, were right at the corner. Klara peeked around.

There was indeed a checkpoint, a single story brick house having been seized for use as a guardhouse. Sandbags had been piled up into a neat barricade and Klara could see a few loops of barbed wire strung over top of it. The entrance for people to pass through had been left wide though, and something told Klara that security wasn't too intensive, just severe enough to deter known Bolsheviks like Kolya from getting through.

Patrolling along the barricade, a rifle on one shoulder, was a fluffy gray and white husky dressed smartly in a clean and well pressed green uniform.

Klara pulled back, wrinkling her brows.

"That's not the police," she said, "there's a soldier."

"A soldier?" Kolya asked, "...oh."

"What?"

"Loyalists to the Provisional Government. They must be getting ready for tomorrow."

"When the regiments loyal to Lenin mutiny?"

Kolya nodded.

For the first time, Klara began to realize just how serious this whole thing was becoming. If the Provisional Government was actually pulling the police off the streets and replacing them with soldiers...

Still, it changed nothing. The husky looked nice enough, she was sure nothing would be different. She would solicit, he'd gently protest that he was on duty and then turn her away.

That would be it.

If anything, she'd be even safer than if she were dealing with the police. It wasn't like the military cared about solicitation, that was a civil matter, about as unrelated to defense as an issue could get.

They were only really a threat to Kolya, and if she did a good job and kept the sentry's attention, he'd never notice that the mink was there.

"Okay," she said, "I'm heading out. Be careful, Kolya."

The mink nodded, motion sharp with barely hidden anxiety, and leaned forward to kiss her, Klara hugging him tight before reluctantly letting go.

"I'll see you at six." She said, and stepped around the corner, resisting an urge to look back.

She was about halfway to the checkpoint before the husky saw her and paused in his rounds.

"Are you with the Works?" He asked.

Klara smoothed on a pleasant smile, shaking her head as she approached.

"No, no," her eyes settled on the crimson rank insignia on his shoulder, and the pair of white stripes running across it, "...congratulations on your promotion, junior sergeant."

The husky smiled, looking almost surprised.

"Thank you," he said, posture relaxed, an easy smile crossing his face, "Miss..."

"Klara," she was right up to the barricade now, almost face to face with the husky, "are you returned from the front?"

"No, thank goodness," he said, regarding the bat, face framed by a curl of barbed wire, "my unit has arrived from Moscow. We're...supposed to be engineers, but command has placed us on guard duty instead." He sounded distantly annoyed, but Klara could tell that the husky didn't really mean his pique. The unspoken alternative to guard duty in Petrograd seemed to be the front, facing the Austro-Hungarian and German hordes.

"Ah," she nodded, "...sorry, I never did ask your name, junior sergeant...?"

"Felix." The husky extended a paw carefully through the barbed wire.

Klara shook it, paw nearly crushed by a burst of casual strength from the husky. Still he was smiling, tail gently waving behind him, eyes fixed on her.

"So, Klara," Felix said, "not that your presence here is unwelcome or anything, but...what are you doing here if you're not going to the Works?"

Ah, polite. Just as she'd hoped.

"Truth be told..." A little flutter of nervousness passed through her as she looked up at the junior sergeant. He was perhaps a head taller than her and she could tell that under his uniform he was lean and well muscled, considerably larger than her. And he had his rifle...

Klara wasn't especially scared for herself, but if her distraction wasn't enough and Kolya was spotted...if Felix wanted to question or even search him...Klara didn't like Kolya's chances.

Oh God, she'd trailed off. How long had she been standing and thinking? Felix didn't seem to have noticed anything, so Klara just kept going, as though everything were normal.

"I was hoping to find someone who knew how to show a girl a good time." She winked at the husky, who blinked hard, tail curling behind him.

"Oh," he said, but didn't look too surprised, "are you...?"

"Would you arrest me if I was?" Klara teased, offering Felix a grin.

The husky laughed, shaking his head.

"It's no crime," he said, "though...I was having a nice time talking to you."

"There's no reason that has to change." Klara said, resisting another urge to look behind her. Felix's attention was focused entirely on her, she could see, a sort of interest beginning to bloom in the husky's dark brown eyes. If Kolya was making his move, skulking, as he had put it, she hoped he was doing it now.

Felix nodded slowly, body catching up to his thoughts, and he glanced quickly back at the brick guardhouse, which looked to be entirely empty aside from him. Evidently the rest of his unit was scattered elsewhere, on other important errands.

"Well..." He said, but Klara could already tell that his deliberation was false. He'd already made up his mind, he just needed some time to accept it.

Oh dear.

He was actually accepting.

Um.

Well...

Yeah, she was okay with this. Felix seemed nice and Klara would have been lying if she'd said the the husky wasn't attractive in a clean cut, militaristic sort of way. He almost looked like he belonged on a propaganda poster, asking for war bonds or recruitment drives.

"Please, let's go somewhere more private." The husky said after a further moment, and ushered her around the barricade, gently taking her wing as she moved within reach. Felix's tail was curled almost into a corkscrew, Klara saw, and couldn't suppress a little smile as she settled against his side.

The inside of the guardhouse was dimly lit and smelled faintly of pipe smoke. A field telephone sat at the front desk alongside a small drift of paperwork and a magnifying glass, doubtlessly meant for checking identification and work papers.

And then they were in a back room, cramped, barely enough room for a cot and a desk. The desk was also adrift with papers, though these included schematics and others of a more technical nature that Klara assumed had to do with Felix's regular engineering duties.

Klara allowed herself to relax fully as Felix shut the door. Now surely Kolya could get past with no trouble at all. Her part in his mission was done, now she could stop worrying about it altogether.

Feeling more in her element, she traced her paws over the husky's chest, looking up into his eyes.

"So," she said, voice soft and alluring, "how about we get that uniform off."

Felix kissed her, paws finding her shoulders, one tracing along her wing, the other dropping down to cup the firm swell of her rear.

"You're beautiful." He murmured, breaking the kiss.

Klara felt her face go warm but remained composed, kissing the husky once more, gently, with just her lips, then went to work on the brass buttons on the front of his uniform.

As she did so, Felix let his other paw slide down to grip her rump, pulling her hips forward to press against his, a hard, thick bulge poking her in the stomach, just above her pelvis.

Klara found her eyes drawn down, pausing in her unbuttoning. Felix smirked, enjoying her reaction, and slowly ground against her, the bat's face growing hotter and hotter as she finished undoing the husky's uniform jacket.

Letting go of her so he could shuck his jacket and slip off his undershirt as well, Felix allowed his eyes to rove deliberately over the bat's slim body for a moment, then crooked a finger, ushering her forward.

"Your turn," he said, "lift your wings."

She did so, and the husky removed her dress with evident care, slipping it over her wings and leaving her clad only in her bloomers and brassiere. Klara took those off herself, the husky slipping his pants off and folding them neatly over the back of his desk chair, canine cock sticking proudly out before him, knot already beginning to swell.

Klara had always been somewhat intimidated by knots, and Felix's was no exception. It was round and a deep pink that matched the rest of his member, about as big around as a billiard ball and still growing. A drop of transparent pre glittered at the tip of the husky's pointed cock, and Klara stepped forward, sliding one paw along his length, fingers stretching to fit around his knot, the husky letting out a little pleased exhalation.

His paws found her breasts, cupping the brown furred globes, her nipples poking into his palms, and he kissed her again, cock jumping in Klara's paw.

"Lie back," he instructed, gesturing to the bed, his words more than a little breathy, "and spread your legs."

Klara obeyed, legs opening to reveal her little pink slit, heart beginning to race as she eyed the husky's member. He was thick, and while she'd have liked to at least run a few fingers into herself first to make sure that the first few thrusts went smoothly, she supposed she'd be alright if she just relaxed and-

Oh.

Felix knelt down at the foot of the bed and took hold of Klara's hips, gently tugging her right to the end of the bed, prompting a giggle from the bat as she felt the husky's hot breath on her rosy folds.

"You don't have to..." She started, but Felix just shook his head, dismissing her halfhearted insistences.

"It's more fun if both of us have a good time." He said, and took a deep breath, enjoying her scent. Then he was pushing his tongue into her, Klara letting out a pleased sigh.

The husky's tongue was broad and flat, slippery and malleable, molding itself to her insides and plunging far deeper into her than she'd anticipated. Klara shivered in place, a gasp escaping her as she bucked her hips against the husky's muzzle.

Felix's paws loosened their hold on her hips as he continued to lap between the bat's legs, exploring her flat stomach and the muscles that twitched there with each twinge of pleasure he brought her. Reaching down, Klara sat partially up and guided the husky's paws to her breasts, sure that he could feel her heart rate accelerating, loaded with a growing tingle of warm pleasure.

It was growing increasingly hard to keep herself both still and quiet, the bat gasping and groaning, legs squirming and hips bucking in place. The husky, encouraged by these reactions, redoubled his efforts, lapping up the bat's arousal, his muzzle slick with her juices.

Klara's climax almost doubled her up, paws seizing atop the husky's, molding them to her trembling breasts, the tight muscles lining her pussy clenching down, nearly forcing the husky's tongue from her hole, legs trembling as she gasped for breath, eyes slitted with ecstasy.

Felix patiently lapped at her folds until Klara relaxed once more, falling flat onto her back atop the cot, trembling in place, feeling almost as though she were floating. She watched through half lidded eyes as the husky stood and bent over her, paws roaming over her body, fingers circling her sensitive nipples as he maneuvered her onto her side.

Klara let him do this, shifting to allow Felix room as he slipped onto the bed behind her, opening her legs as she felt the scalding heat of his cock press against the back of one thigh.

Then he was sliding into her slick depths, cock stretching her open, the edges of his knot pressing hard against the lips of her pussy. Klara gasped as Felix molded himself against her back, arms slipping around her to hug her tight, nibbling gently at her neck with his teeth, not hard enough to break or even dent her skin. It sent intoxicating chills rolling down her spine, clashing with the scalding heat that she could feel growing between her legs.

"Do you think you could take my knot?" Felix asked, grinding against her entrance, just hard enough to send a flurry of almost electric tingles through Klara's body.

She considered, trying to gauge just how big the husky's tool was. It already felt like he'd pushed at least seven inches of himself into her, and though she knew it would probably be wise to play it safe, she was floating high on a cloud of endorphins. All her thoughts could definitively focus on was just how good even the smallest edge of Felix's knot felt. Surely she'd find herself in the deepest depths of ecstasy if she worked the entire thing into her.

"Yes." She said, glancing back and nodding.

Felix kissed her, Klara tasting herself on his lips, a half sweet, half bitter, almost strangely metallic taste, like she'd been sucking on a coin. Still, Felix seemed to like it and...so did she.

The husky began to thrust into her, thumbs circling her nipples as he groped her firm, round breasts, adding little sparkles of pleasure to the already burgeoning tide of her second climax.

It didn't take her long to cum again, and this time Klara didn't hold back, crying out and trembling in place as the husky pounded her, nipping at her neck, pre splashing her depths with every new thrust he made.

She could tell from just how fast his breathing came that Felix was getting close, and pressed her hips back against him, his knot pushing a little further into her each time their hips met, muscles slowly giving way, her juices staining the bedcover beneath them.

The husky whined, deep in his throat, and somehow Klara knew that he'd reached his limit. She pushed back as hard as she could against his next thrust and, just like that, his knot slid into her, just barely, a molten ball of lust burning inside of her, pulsing as the husky gasped and held the bat tight, a spray of canine cum filling her womb.

Klara stretched her legs out, a satisfied, glowing smile spreading across her face as the husky filled her up, cock throbbing inside of her with each new rope of seed it spat. She felt full, almost swollen, the husky's prodigious load trapped entirely inside of her by his hard knot.

Felix relaxed slowly, grip loosening as he came down from the white hot heights of his own orgasm. He let out a slow, pleased breath, looking perfectly relaxed and content.

"You were great." Klara breathed, maneuvering one of the husky's paws down to her stomach, where the slightest bulge had formed, a visible reminder of his potency.

"I'm surprised you took the whole thing." He said, still catching his breath.

Klara couldn't help but laugh, relaxing against the husky, feeling the first trickle of sticky wetness slide along the inside of one thigh.

"How long does it take for your knot to go down?" She asked.

Felix nuzzled into the soft fur between her neck and shoulder, letting out a slow breath, eyes sliding shut.

"A few minutes," he said, "not long."

Klara found herself caught between mild relief and just a hint of regret. This felt nice, tied to a handsome husky, utterly filled with his hot, sticky load.

"You know," she said, "you don't have to pay me."

Felix's eyes slid open, the husky visibly surprised.

"Hmm?"

"This was really nice," she stretched before settling back against the husky's fluffy form, "I had fun."

Felix looked almost weirdly conflicted for a moment, then took a deep breath.

"Perhaps we could have dinner," he said, "...or tea. Something."

Oh.

"My unit should be in Petrograd for a few more weeks," the husky continued, "...um...failing all else, maybe we could see each other again. Someplace more formal."

Klara was silent for a long moment, completely conflicted.

Oh dear.

Why was this happening? Why was she thinking about saying yes? Why had this all come to be right after Kolya had finally come back?

"Do you know Svetlana's?" Klara asked.

Felix nodded.

"They play American music sometimes," he said, "with horns."

She smiled faintly, but the husky didn't seem to notice her internal conflict.

"I'm usually there on weekend nights," the bat said, "I might even be wearing that same dress."

Felix's eyes moved to the black dress, folded and hung over the back of the desk chair.

"I hope so," he said, "you look good in it."

Klara giggled, smile only slightly muted.

"Flatterer." She teased.

Behind her, Felix shifted, tugging experimentally at his knot, which was beginning to shrink. Klara relaxed as best she could, shivering as the husky's member slipped out of her, followed by a small gush of canine seed.

Felix winced at the puddle that was rapidly soaking into the bedspread, but it didn't seem to be anything more than a mild inconvenience. Indeed, he helped Klara wipe away the worst of the cum that soaked her inner thighs and rear, then balled the much stained bedspread up and tossed it into the corner.

Now that the act was done with, Klara could notice a distinct tang go sex in the air. She wondered if Felix's comrades would notice, then supposed that it didn't matter. As she slipped her bloomers back on, letting the husky get a good view of everything the garment was supposed to hide, she told herself that this would be just fine.

She could have both Kolya and Felix. It didn't matter that they were on opposite sides of the whole mess, their paths would surely never cross. Fun was fun so far as she was concerned.

If it still was just fun with Kolya.

Blinking that thought away, Klara smoothed down the front of her dress and turned back towards Felix, who'd only gotten on his pants, somewhat distracted by the sight of her dressing up.

"Are you sure I can't give you anything?" Felix asked.

Klara smiled. If only the rest of her customers had such attitudes towards paying her...

"Just your company at Svetlana's," she said, "at, say...ten on Saturday?"

Felix smiled.

"Saturday at ten." He agreed, then gently put a pair of fingers under Klara's chin, lifting her into a kiss.

"Goodbye." Klara said as she broke the kiss, gaze lingering on the husky's eyes for just a moment longer than she'd anticipated.

Felix offered her a little wave, then she was striding briskly out of the guardhouse on decidedly rubbery legs, eyes perhaps a little too wide, glancing around her to make sure that there was nobody else on the street.

That had been...

Woah.

And he wanted to keep seeing her.

Though Klara knew she ought to be of two minds towards the idea of seeing both a Bolshevik and a government soldier at the same time, she...

Ugh.

Klara decided to go to the baths. They would help her relax, and she needed to be get herself cleaned up anyway, she could already feel a wetness collecting in between her legs as yet more husky cum dripped from her hole.

"Hey there." A voice sounded, and Klara jumped before realizing that it was only Eva. She blew out a breath, the fox pulling alongside her, a spare set of clothes folded over one arm.

"Eva..." Klara said, shooting the fox a look, "I'm beginning to think you do this on purpose."

"Are you going to the baths?" Eva asked.

Klara nodded.

"You too?" She asked.

"You're walking a little funny," the fox noted, "did you and Kolya...?"

"No!" Klara shook her head emphatically, embarrassed.

"Ah," Eva's eyes lit up, "who's the mystery man? Is he cute?"

Klara opened her mouth to deny, but supposed that it was probably pretty evident. Besides, the fox could probably smell her recent escapade.

"A soldier," she sighed, "...not that it's any of your business."

"A handsome one?" Eva pried, grinning, "...is that what Kolya likes? I know some boys like to watch."

Klara rolled her eyes and the fox held up a paw.

"Sorry," she said, "...anyhow, there's a discount rate if we both share a bath, so it's fortuitous we encountered each other."

"Indeed..." Still, Klara couldn't deny the financial logic and so followed the black furred fox into the baths, where they paid for a half hour.

"I wanted to bring Kolya here this morning," Klara said as she stripped down, Eva's eyes lingering on the cum spiked fur between her legs before the fox turned back to her own business, "...but they do not allow mixed gender pairs."

"Probably smart of them," Eva said, turning the taps and adding a generous splash of liquid soap atop the steaming water, "imagine the outrage from the clubs and the houses of ill repute."

"Imagine the cleanup." Klara added, and Eva giggled, balling her used clothes and setting them aside her clean set.

The fox was about the same height as Klara, but with a curvier build, her fur sleek and well groomed, a uniform midnight black over every inch of her body. Even her nipples and what Klara could see of her slit were that same dark shade.

"Your soldier," Eva said, glancing back as she bent over to test the water, "what's his name?"

"...Felix."

Klara knew she probably shouldn't be telling Eva all of this, but the fox had enough of the pieces of the whole puzzle anyway, and Klara knew that she'd get irritating if she felt like information was being withheld from her.

Besides, as nosy as the fox was, she was weirdly good at keeping secrets.

Eva sank into the water with a sigh, the fur on her shoulders fluffing up momentarily before it was flattened by water. She reclined in the tub, eyes shut, a blissful look on her face. After a moment she cocked her head, regarding Klara. Crooking one dripping finger, she beckoned the bat forward.

"Oh...are we literally sharing a bath?" Klara asked. She'd gone to the baths with plenty of the other girls before, but though the baths were theoretically large enough for two people (especially since both she and Eva were on the petite side) usually bathing was done one at a time.

"Yep," Eva said, "hop in."

"I'm kinda dirty." Klara said.

Eva hesitated a moment.

"One quick question," she said, "was your soldier a fox?"

Klara shook her head.

"A husky." She clarified.

Eva nodded, breathing out a little sigh of relief.

"Good, can't really say I want to get pregnant right now. Hop in."

Klara stepped into the water, sinking down into a sitting position, calves and ankles brushing against the outsides of Eva's thighs.

The fox's eyes dropped to between Klara's legs, where cum was clouding the water, Eva clearing a little hole in the bubbles with both paws so as to get a better look.

"Wow," she marveled, eyes lingering, "you really got railed."

Klara decided not to rise to the fox's expectations and simply nodded serenely, enjoying the warmth of the water.

"Yeah," she smirked, "when a man and a woman like each other very much..."

Eva rolled her eyes, flapping a paw at the bat, a scrap of bubbles landing atop Klara's muzzle. For a moment the two of them were silent, simply washing themselves off, Klara scrubbing the fur between her legs, dipping a pair of fingers inside of herself to get the last of Felix's seed out of her.

Eva washed her front, shifting in place, eyes flickering momentarily down to where Klara had slipped knuckle deep into herself. Her ears had gone fluttery and flat.

"So..." The fox said at last, bubbles wreathing her chest.

"Yeah?" Klara asked, expecting more questions about Felix or Kolya or...

"...Are any of your customers ever women?" Eva asked.

Klara blinked, blindsided.

"...Why do you ask?"

The fox took a deep breath, uncharacteristically nervous for a moment, then stared Klara right in the eyes, visibly nervous but determined to say what she had to say.

"I'll pay you to get me off." Her words were flat and unambiguous.

"Oh." Klara said. She wasn't sure how else to respond, her surprise was too great.

So Eva was...

Huh.

"If not," the fox continued, eyes sliding away, "I...um...sorry I asked."

"How come you hit on Kolya this morning?" Klara asked, putting the offer aside for a moment, "you like women, right?"

Eva managed to smile.

"I like men too," she said with a shrug, "just...I mean...yeah, forget I asked." The fox stared back down at the water, looking embarrassed at herself.

"I wouldn't mind." Klara said.

The fox's eyes shot back up.

"Really?" She asked, real excitement in her voice.

"I've...never been with another woman before," Klara admitted sheepishly, "so I can't promise I'll be any good...but I don't see anything wrong with it."

Truth be told, she was curious, and Eva was cute.

The fox nodded, swallowing hard, and then leaned forward and kissed Klara hard on the lips, paws traveling up to frame the bat's face. It felt kinda similar to being kissed by a man, except Klara couldn't quite get away from just how much more delicate Eva felt. And she smelled different too, in some way that Klara couldn't quite quantify.

Still, it felt nice. She kissed the fox back, slipping a paw experimentally between her black furred thighs, tracing her slit with a pair of fingers.

Eva whimpered into the bat's mouth, hips bucking forward. She'd been thinking about this for a while, Klara realized, and enjoyed a little shiver of glee. It felt nice to be wanted.

Klara moved onto her knees, moving Eva back against the wall of the tub, fingers slipping into the fox, being gripped by a hot, velvety tightness that almost seemed to suck her further in. Eva trembled in place, letting Klara take charge, seeming to enjoy being the passive one in the exchange.

The fox's tail swished underwater, batting against Klara's thigh. She broke the kiss and leaned down, remembering what Felix had done, and put her mouth over the vulnerable spot between neck and shoulder, trapping soft fur and skin between her teeth, nipping gently. Eva let out a little huff of breath and Klara felt the fox's hot, slick pussy clamp down on her fingers. She pushed further in, adding a third finger, pushing her thumb over the hard bump of Eva's clit.

The fox buried her face in Klara's breasts, breath coming hot and fast.

"Oh God..." She gasped, paws sliding over the bat's body, squeezing her rear, the tips of her fingers tickling Klara's sensitive slit. She squirmed in place, Eva noticing this, rubbing her paw over it, enjoying the way Klara's hips twitched as her slick entrance grew progressively wetter.

All the while Klara continued to work at the fox's pussy. She knew the way she liked it when she fingered herself, and did her best to apply that to Klara. And though the learning curve was present, it seemed to be working, the fox squirming in place, gasping and groaning as she drew ever closer to climax.

"Wait...wait!" Eva huffed, and Klara stammered to a halt, confused, fingers slipping from the fox's soaked slit. Eva pushed herself up to the edge of the tub, legs trembling, and spread her legs, water dripping from herself.

"C...Could you use your mouth?" She asked, nearly stammering, whole body trembling. She was so close to the edge of a climax that Klara could see it, burning behind the fox's eyes like a coming sunrise.

Klara didn't hesitate. Holding Eva's hips, she opened her mouth and licked along the fox's slit, eliciting a little airy gasp. She tasted almost like seawater, just a little salt and a faint hint of copper that lingered in the back of Klara's throat.

She pushed her tongue into the fox's velvety folds, Eva's paws coming down to caress her ears. Reaching up, Klara slid her thumb over Eva's clit, just in front of her nose, and rubbed quick, deliberate circles over it.

The fox trembled in place, silent for a moment, then gasped and bucked her hips into Klara's face, entire lower body trembling, eyes tightly shut as she came.

Klara slowly slid her back into the bath so she wouldn't tumble over the other side of the tub, Eva relaxing as she hit the water, eyes wide and expression oddly intense. It almost looked like everything had been just slightly enhanced for her, every sensation and sight and sound.

"Oh my God." She said quietly.

"Was that okay?" Klara asked.

The fox nodded silently, lost for words.

"Thanks." She said at last.

"That was fun." Klara said, wiping her mouth.

Eva leaned forward to kiss her and Klara met the fox's advance, wrapping her wings around her black furred form.

"Even if it's just for money," Eva said after a while, "...could I get you to do that, like, a hundred more times?"

Klara laughed and settled back into the cooling water.

A moment later the timer went off and they groaned, untangling from each other and scrambling for their clothes.

It was a little past nine by the time they got back to the boarding house, and already Klara felt something approaching exhaustion settling over her. Truly it had been a very eventful morning.

Eva handed over a few rubles with a wink and Klara changed her clothes before settling back onto her mattress with a muted groan. She still felt kinda tingly and needy but was too tired to really do anything about it. She'd seen Kolya off, she'd had some truly excellent sex with a government soldier she was now going on a date(?) with, and then there'd been the whole thing in the bathhouse...

Hmm.

Klara didn't think she really liked women, she didn't feel lust when she thought about Eva, not compared to the feelings that came over her when she thought about Kolya and Felix, but it had been fun to send the fox over the edge and she knew she wouldn't say no if Eva asked her to do it again, even if there were no rubles coming to her.

Klara took a nap. When she awoke Eva had left for work and the boarding house was all but deserted, except for the night shift workers sleeping quietly in their berths. It was a little past one and she felt a bit more ordered and accepting towards the strangeness of the day.

It was a little past one, according to her clock, and Klara decided to go for a walk. Her route took her along the Neva River, which was crowded with watercraft both large and small, fishing craft battling for space with coal barges, trash transports and police boats.

Away from her, perhaps a half mile distant, she could see the Putilov Works still cheerfully puffing smoke into the sky.

Kolya was somewhere over there. And so was Felix.

She hoped they were both doing alright.

For a moment she felt another twinge of conflict, a sort of worry that perhaps she'd made a mistake. Should she had simply left and told Felix she wasn't interested in seeing him again? Should she had told Kolya that she had no interest in helping him smuggle a message for the Bolsheviks?

Sighing, the bat folded her wings over top of the wrought iron railing that bordered the river and stared down at the water lapping against the shore.

Everything would work itself out, she told herself firmly, then walked on.