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Anything could be bought or sold in Dewclaw. Markets and merchants of all kinds made their home in the city and goods both legal and not so much flowed through the city like sweet blood and nectar. There were stalls and stores of various kinds in every corner. Products from anywhere on the continent or outside of it could be bought or sold here, and yet, only so few would accept common scrap coming. A Stripe Goat with neon blue and pink hair walked the streets with goggled eyes looking up at the various buildings she was passing and a floating spherical drone with cat ears following at her side. The sky above her was turning a bruised blue and the street lamps were flickering on one by one as if to remind her that she had been out too long in the Teslic Yard looking for usable junk without much success. Sitting at her waist was a bulging satchel that she had slung over one shoulder and occasionally adjusted as she walked. Neon had come around this part of Dewclaw in order to get a bit of business done. The feline caprine hybrid considered it annoying business but it needed to be done if she wanted to eat. Earning cash as a scrapper meant occasionally running into a particular problem; there were just some pieces of junk that couldn't be salvaged. Everything she had in her bag was something entirely useless to her and those things had been the only ones she had been able to find. Various places around Dewclaw or even near the Yard itself wouldn't even look at the stuff but the micro cat sputtering in the air near her had detected trace amounts of magic on the scrap meaning that she could offload it all at a certain place she knew accepted anything so long as it had some sort of juice in it. Dealing with that place meant subjecting herself to the torture that was interacting with a certain shopkeeper that enjoyed beating around the bush and giving her the runaround for fun but she was confident she could get him to cooperate with the right argument. Besides, it was almost fun getting into back and forths.

Neon found herself standing just outside of the place she needed to be and she placed her paws on her hips looking up at it with a frown. Hiding in Plain Sight was the name of the store and it was a great place to find various magical artifacts and they bought just about anything magical whether what you were selling was cursed, blessed or just even sparking with the stuff. Neon blew out a breath getting bangs of hair out of her face before she took hold of the door and opened it to step inside. It was time to do business.

The store inside was small enough with shelves lining the walls with various objects that looked magic enough. They had gemstones and fancy wood carvings with a few things that were marked, 'cursed.' There were also extra signs placed around and on certain objects that warned them not to touch or wear cursed pieces of jewelry in particular. Neon knew for a fact that those signs had at one point not been there and accidents tended to happen when you trusted people to just not touch things that piqued their interest. At the front, there was a counter with cash register atop and a storekeeper wearing a vest, tie and slacks that had his eyes glued to his compact, elbow on the counter and cheek pressed against golden clawed digits. Must be a slow day.

Chip buzzed in front of her and floated above the slumbering silver-haired shopkeeper. The presence and hum of the micro cat didn't seem to take his attention from whatever was on the compact so Neon stepped forward with satchel in tow and hefted it up with a loud grunt before setting it down on the counter itself. A golden eye peered up from the compact finally and a grin spread across that familiar face. He slowly stood at full attention and Neon took in the sight with narrowed eyes and a twitch of her tail. Toyle was a turf tiger hybrid just like herself. Part of his face was a mask while the other part was that of a gray-furred feline a golden snake-like tail flicked back and forth behind him, craning up as if trying to get a better look at Neon.

The roused shopkeeper set his compact aside and placed both claws on the table before he said in the most irritatingly polite manner, "How can I help you this evening ma'am."

That ma'am bit caught Neon off guard enough to get a quirk of the lip from her but it only ended up in a half-smile as she spoke, "Hello, Toyle. Good to see that you're still keeping busy and good to see the store hasn't blown up. Chip tells me that each of the items in this satchel is brimming with magic and so I'm here to offload this scrap."

Toyle chimed in as soon as she finished her piece, "What you mean, all of it is junk sparkling with a little bit of magic and you want me to appraise it before paying you chump change cuz no one else would buy it, right?"

Neon crossed her arms, cheeks burning beneath the fur before she muttered, "Well, I mean, just because I can't use it and other places can't use it doesn't mean that you can't use it. Chip says there was a sizable amount of magic in this haul."

The chimera-like feline sighed with one eye closed, small frown dotting his face and a big smile touching his mask as he shrugged and placed a hand on the satchel, "I'd be more inclined to believe you if you weren't a regular customer who just so happens to only offload her junk on me. I mean, I get it, you want to see me regularly but you don't really need an excuse Neon. We're friends. You can talk to me."

For that last bit, both mask and face aligned for a big smile and a genuine look of concern that Neon could not tell whether or not was faked but knowing Toyle, it was somewhere between fake and annoyingly sincere. With crossed arms, Neon huffed, "Fine fine. Let's get this over with so I can get paid and go home. You'll find that everything in here is at least somewhat charged so that should be enough for something."

Toyle clucked his tongue and chuckled but didn't give her any other form of noise. The stripe goat watched as Toyle popped the satchel open and set it down to let the contents spill out carefully. For all his bluster, the shopkeeper was careful with the scrap, putting an arm in front of the satchel to let the small mound of scrap pile up without letting any pieces fall off of the counter. Neon didn't rush the chimera-like turf tiger as he poked about the pile with a few digits, muttering to himself occasionally as he set about the task of dividing the junk to see if there was anything worthwhile in there. Of course, she knew that he would buy everything there so long as it had any sort of magic but she wasn't really sure how much money she would get out of this. The world she dealt with was technology and though magic often touched the edges of her work, she was not a master of it. Although, she could be if she wanted to. Neon was certain that if she put her mind to it that she could harness magic using some sort of device for whatever purpose she desired. Compacts were in part magic and so were many other things that they used on a day to day basis but then again, that presented dangers. Magic was a volatile and strange thing--

Thoughts of numbers and mysticism broiled around inside of her noggin in a manner that began with a spark of uncertain genius but in the end those thoughts were interrupted by the real world as she heard Toyle clear his throat. When she looked up she saw that Toyle had set the satchel aside and had a piece of paper which his claw was tapping at a steady pace.

Neon looked down at the paper then back up at Toyle with a frown, "What is it?"

Toyle chuckled, "Numbers. You were lost in your own little world while I was explaining some things so I decided to just scratch out some numbers here for you to see. I'll buy everything for these prices."

The stripe goat narrowed her eyes but sighed and snatched the paper to look at it. Almost immediately her heart sunk and she bleated out when her eyes reached the final amount, "What?! This is a marginal fraction of what you give me!"

Chip, who had been hovering over her head, decided to chime in, "BZZT LESS THAN A QUARTER FOR A STACK THIS SIZE. IT SEEMS WE ARE BEING CHEATED."

Toyle looked up at the micro cat before looking at Neon with a grin that stretched from ear to ear and was mimicked on his mask, "Seems that way huh? But all of this stuff is useless junk and the power in it is just as weak as usual. You can't keep expecting me to cut you breaks and actually pay for garbage. The big boss of this place will actually kick my ass if don't show up with anything other than quality."

Neon narrowed her eyes, "Your boss just wants anything that has magical significance and would be absolutely glad to have this stuff even if it is junk! We've negotiated the prices time and time again and you and your boss seemed perfectly fine with it!" She then flicked the paper with the back of her paw, "And I could understand maybe a slight decrease but this?! This an insult Toyle and you know it!"

That display planted a small frown on Toyle's face as he leaned back, his mask still grinning even as he spoke in a gentle mutter, "Huh...You're really passionate about it huh? Guess everyone has to eat and scrapping is tough so maybe I'll make you a deal again."

Neon snorted, "Again?"

Toyle's frown shifted into a small smile as he leaned over and tapped one of the scraps of useless metal, "Yup. Again. You know that this stuff is garbage even in the magical sense and you offload a hell of a lot onto me. Whether you know it or not, it does cause trouble for me and so I have this to say. Make the deal sweet for me and I'll double the usual price."

That earned a cough from the stripe goat who planted both paws on the counter and asked, "What's your price? What is it that you think will sweeten this deal in order to make this little transaction of ours happen."

"Oh come on." Toyle said with a chuckle, "You can think of something a deviant like me would want and I'm sure it is something that you've wanted for quite a bit isn't it?"

Neon's tail flicked from side to side as she thought about it for a choice few seconds before she decided to admit to what he was getting at. She could see the hungry glint in his eyes in the way that he looked her up and down. There was a subtle bulge against his pants as well that told her exactly what he desired. Irritating. It was annoying that he thought that she would be so desperate as to desire him despite knowing that their relationship was simply as friends. His bulging confidence in that little factoid planted a firm frown on her features along with the thought of the action itself in this particular situation. Such a thing was exploitation plain and simple and she'd imagine that he would get in big trouble for doing that, and yet, her body trembled at the thought of being exploited in such a manner. Neon hid that tremble well and gripped the edges of the desk while doing the math in her head. Double the usual price was more than she was ever going to get for that scrap. All she had to do, was fuck the scum behind the counter and she absolutely hated that it excited her.

With a sigh she crossed her arms and turned her head away, "I guess I know what you're talking about so we can just get on with it."

Toyle laughed, "Not so fast! First, you have to offer it up and actually say it! Don't think I'll let you get away so easily Neon, so come on, tell me you really want it."

Her ears flicked and her cheeks burned while she kept her eyes away and muttered, "I want you to fuck me any way you want. I want to call you master and serve you just for some extra cash."

Neon turned her head to the sound of shuffling clothes. Toyle was still chuckling like a fool but his claws were working on removing his garb which Neon took as an invite. She stepped around the back of the counter with her eyes fixated on him. He started by getting his vest off before letting his slacks down to the ground to reveal his barbed cock which had yet to rise up to full erection. Neon found her heart beating just a bit faster while standing on the other side so close to him. She could see the grin on his face and the sly smirk on his mask as he turned toward her. A few choice words began to form sentences in her mind to express an extreme distaste for his existence but her thoughts were paused by claws that grabbed her chin.

The stripe goat's eyes grew wide as she was drawn into a sudden kiss without warning or word from the hybrid's mouth. It was firm and controlling, with claw holding her still while his lips melded over hers. Neon could not control the shiver from going down her spine and did not resist when his lips parted to drag hers open to let their tongues press and meet in the middle. She could feel his tongue pressing deeper into her maw and she accepted it without complaint both of her paws coming up to grab onto his shoulders to steady herself. Toyle's kiss pressed against her, pushing her back just a bit while their mouth's continued this dance. Even without his command, she began to dip into the kiss as well, pushing so her tongue slipped further inside of his mouth to let their spittle meld together. When Toyle began pulling away, Neon pressed closer while barely realizing that her body was moving on its own. She coiled her arms around his shoulders and he responded by keeping their kiss going. A press of firm warmth against her gut told her that she was doing a good job and it brought her back to reality. The kiss had pushed her into a hazy dream focusing on the action instead of what was happening all around her, but now, now she could feel the phantom cling of shame rising up her leg and the strange arousal that came with it while their kiss continued.

Finally, Neon allowed her body to relent and Toyle pulled away slowly. Their lips separated with a wet pop and the chimera-like tiger gave her cheek a gentle peck before muttering, "Looks like you're enjoying this already huh? Didn't even need much encouragement." Neon felt like her cheeks were red enough to show through the fur and she couldn't muster up the words to combat his words as he continued on, "You gave in so easily with just a kiss that I think another kiss will do won't it?"

Neon slipped closer for a kiss but a digit at her lip kept her from doing that. A gentle push told her to step back and she obeyed while feeling nearly betrayed that she didn't get another piece of that dirty affection. She watched as he set both of his hands on the counter and brought his hips up while leaning forward tail lifting slowly to present his rear to her.

Of course, she had to tease with a little snicker, "Expecting me to peg you huh? Well, I guess I can oblige."

Toyle looked back at her with a small glint in his eyes, "Nope. I want you to put those eager lips of yours to work on my ass rather than on my mouth."

Neon blinked and began walking behind him despite the words coming out of her mouth, "Are you serious? You expect me to put myself in such a position? You want me to get on my knees and plant my lips on your ass? Maybe I'd do that for my lover or even someone I like but what do you take me for?"

"A slut." He said without missing a beat before continuing on, "You've done this before and you can't really hide that me pushing around turns you on. So how about you get to work, or maybe I could just cancel the deal since you're being so mouthy with me."

That caught her off guard. To take the deal away when she had already subjected herself to the embarrassment of accepting the terms of their agreement would make everything she had done already for nothing. Then again, this was the point of no return, wasn't it? If she got on her knees and did this she would be shaming herself for good. This wasn't just a kiss shared between two mutuals, this was dipping closer and closer to lowering herself for the chance at money, selling herself just for a bit of extra cash and damn it she knew that wasn't the problem. Anyone could sell their body and that wasn't an issue. It just wasn't but she told herself that was why she felt the shame. She pretended like it was because she was being exploited and that was why she felt embarrassed and heated and why her heart fluttered but all of that was a lie.

Neon grabbed onto Toyle's rear gingerly despite the thoughts raging on inside of her mind, paws slowly spreading to reveal that puckered hole while she continued to drown in her own thoughts. She understood that she was being exploited here and the shame should have come from that, but instead, it came from the fact that she was loving every second of this. Her heart stirred in her chest and she could feel arousal trailing down her inner thigh while she dipped her head down to shame herself further and plant a raw kiss that puckered hole.

The stripe goat's lips worked against Toyle's ass as if she were melding her mouth against his. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parting and pulling together before she let her tongue out against the hole. Neon tried her best to not think about the fact that she was lowering herself to serving this jackass and she focused on making her body do the right actions. Even while her mind was focused on the task at her mouth, her paws were sliding down her own body to press down into her pants to clutch onto her crotch where she brought a digit inside of herself. There was very little she could do to stop the arousal boiling inside of her and even less she could do to stem the wild shame of being used in such a manner.

When she pulled her lips away to take a breath, the chimera-like tiger's tail coiled around her neck, golden snake flicking against her cheek as she heard Toyle speak above her, "Ah, did I say you could pull away? Give me a good kiss like you would your lover."

Neon actually growled at that one but a tight squeeze around her neck ended that noise with a gasp. The tail around her neck tightened and tightened until she planted her mouth back at his rear. Her lips parted and her tongue darted deep inside of his rear and with that, the tail around her neck began to loosen. A combination of happy sighs and snickers played in the air above her gathering and pressing down on her like a physical weight forcing her to remember what she was doing at all times. She kept her nose buried against the base of his tail while she coated his rear in spit and made sure to get it inside by dragging her tongue against the inner walls. Every little movement of her tongue was rewarded by the loosening of the tail around her neck. It had coiled around her throat like a rope and inch by inch it began to pull away until only the snake touched her neck. At this point, the lack of breath had her head feeling just a bit hazy and even still, she held two digits deep inside of herself.

When the tail was free of her neck, she kept on dragging her tongue again and again against that puckered hole as if it were a sweet treat. Neon only stopped when Toyle finally told her, "All right, I think that's enough for now. Besides, can't have you spending all night with your tongue in my ass. Get up and get naked."

Neon reluctantly pulled her mouth from his rear and got up. She started to strip while trying to calm the rush in her body from exposing herself right here at the storefront where someone could enter and see them doing this. Neon felt the cool air pressing against her body like little spike wherever her clothes were absent and when she was nude and in the open fully, she shuddered and shut her eyes for a few seconds before opening them. Toyle was standing there with a bottle in paw, his cock fully erect as if to tell her that she had done such a good job with his ass. She wasn't sure how he wanted her and so she just stood there with her legs crossed together and her eyes looking anywhere other than his.

A hand suddenly grabbed her rear, digits squeezing firmly while she felt sharp fangs clamping down on her ear. Toyle tugged causing her to lower herself just a bit and gasp as she felt the spark of pain travel from her ear down her spine so pleasantly. When he pulled his mouth away he muttered, "Come on, paws on the counter, ass up. I won't be giving you any pleasant kisses to make this go easier but at least I got us some lube."

Neon obeyed without question and stuck her rump into the air with her tail lifted high. She heard the pop of the bottle and she looked back as best as she could over her shoulder while asking, "Could you...Uh, maybe not use my ass?"

Toyle gave her rear a firm swat, firm enough to cause her to hop a little and then shiver as she felt digits sliding against her puckered hole to drip slick lube onto it while her exploiter spoke, "My choice, tough luck."

She thought about arguing against that but for some reason the way he said it had her shivering like a frightened animal. Her body refused to stop trembling and even her heart felt like it was vibrating. Such a simple utterance from a fool like Toyle who usually kept running his mouth until someone shut it for him. It was not only unusual but it had come with such a husky undertone of lust that she felt as if her knees might buckle. That was right. The only reason she had her tail lifted, her rear and hips up in the air, was to serve the needs of the bastard exploiting her.

Soon, the tip of Toyle's cock was pushing up against her puckered star. It pressed and pressed until it slowly started to stretch her open causing her to shiver and wince as small bites of pain traveled up her spine in response to the sudden intrusion. Neon gnashed her fangs together and shut her eyes while she felt his cock stretching her further and further until she yelped as every inch of that shaft was forced inside of her. The bastard had hilted her without warning and his balls were twitching against her but when she turned around to say something about that, he took hold of her hair and yanked it back before pressing her cheek down to the counter firmly. She gasped and hissed and again words were interrupted but this time by a squeaky moan.

Neon felt barbs dragging against her inner walls as he pulled out only to thrust in all the way again. His movements started with that slow and deliberate pace before rapidly picking up speed. Each thrust sent his hips crashing against her rear causing a slap to echo out into the store along with her gasps and sighs of pleasure and pain. She clutched the counter as hard as she could, claws digging in while she tried to ignore the growing pleasure from his constant pounding of her rear. Again and again, his hips met her rear and she could feel his cock throbbing against her rear's inner walls. He could at least be nicer about it, could at least take it easy on her ass but no. Neon knew that such a filthy fool like Toyle would just take his pleasure without consideration for how she felt and it burned her to no end how she loved it.

Bit by bit her body adjusted to the growing pain and her mind began giving into the pleasure. Her moans were no longer held by little sighs and gasps but rather with opened mouthed eagerness with her tongue hanging out of her mouth while her eyes turned half-lidded in dreamy. She could hear him cursing, telling her that she's a slut for enjoying this and her body only reacted by wrapping her tail around his waist to keep him close. His thrusts had grown short now, his body rocking forward to grind his cock inside of her while she tried to regain herself against the onslaught of sensations pounding against her rear. She could feel her cunt clamping down and a strange pressure growing inside of her from the combination of the sensations rolling through her and the thoughts corrupting her mind.

Toyle's words echoed in her ears as he yanked her head up firmly by the hair, "What? Gonna cum just from me fucking your ass?" He thrust firmly inside of her rear with every other word and paused to grunt occasionally, "What a stupid slut!"

His words were almost permission. Neon felt her body growing hotter and the pressure that had been building between her legs gushed as her cunt twitched and shuddered. Her climax was intensified by the pain at her head, the fear pulsing in her heart driving the pleasure going through her entire body wild. One last thrust planted inside of her rear and the claws at her hair yanked again hard just as a spray of hot cum began filling her rear. Neon's legs at this point were too weak. She could barely hold herself up while she felt the heat staining her rear's insides. When that heat finally stopped growing, Neon groaned and let her cheek drop onto the counter as the digits in her hair pulled away.

Inch by inch Toyle pulled his cock out of her rear and she shivered trying her best not to moan from just the sensation of him pulling out. When every inch was out he stepped back and let the cool air brush against her exposed rear. Neon tried to push herself from the counter but instead, she turned and had to slide down onto her rear. Huffing and puffing she looked up to see that Toyle was stroking his cock in front of her face. He didn't ask permission, didn't wait for her to be okay, instead he slapped his shaft against her mouth and stroked the still hard member until she opened her mouth obediently. Neon couldn't even manage an angry sneer. All she could do was sit there while the brute fucked her mouth. Deep into her mouth that cock went, pushing until it got to her throat before pulling out and going again and again. The stripe goat just sat there taking every little thrust while occasionally gagging, her eyes witnessing the abuse and loving every second of it. His throbbing cock already dripped a fresh coat of pre onto her tongue and she wondered if he was going to force her to drink all of that. It wasn't long before he suddenly pulled out and she found herself confused as to why there wasn't a cock inside of her throat. She stared up and saw the grin on his features matching his mask and she shuddered as her eyes trailed back down to see him stroking his cock. She sighed and closed her eyes, shivered as she waited for it to happen.

She heard him grunting and hissing, felt his claws at the back of her head again and she shivered as she felt the sudden burst of hot cum pour out onto her face. It wasn't as big as the load resting in her rear but it was enough to make her tremble from the act of being marked like a common animal. When she opened her eyes she did so just as one last rope of cum covered her face forcing her to wince as the warmth painted over that spot.

Neon huffed, shivering and looking up as she muttered, "You done?"

Toyle leaned down and grabbed her chin firmly before closing the distance to give her mouth a firm kiss. It was a brief thing and when he pulled away he spoke softly, "Yup. You okay?"

Hearing those words made her shoulders sag and both her eyes shut while she brought her paws up to wipe her face. The squeeze at her chin stopped and an arm came under hers to help Neon up to her hooves slowly while she mumbled, "Yeah, I'm fine. Me falling on my ass wasn't an act really. Didn't expect you to be so rough on my rear."

Toyle chuckled, "Figured you'd like it."

Neon opened an eye to see that he was smiling but his mask was frowning, a genuine look of concern in both eyes. She leaned over to give his cheek a gentle peck, "I loved it. I did say rough me up as much as you want in our texts and at any point, I could have backed out with a single word."

The chimera-like tiger sighed and made sure she was steady before letting her go to grab his clothes, "Not gonna lie, I got a bit worried there. Usually, I'm the one to get roughed up but hey, it was kind of fun. I'd say we could do this again sometime. Maybe even bring along a friend or something."

Neon thought about that for a moment while she carefully bent down to grab her clothes. A sudden idea dawned on her and she froze while putting on her pants, "Say...That's not a bad idea. Charthur might be game."

Toyle coughed, "Charthur? Doesn't she hate me?"

"Nonsense!" Neon said with a snort, "You two just don't know each other yet. I can set it up so we can meet, play a few games and even get Charthur in the mood for more than that. At least, I'm partially sure. If we can't then we don't but if we can then at the very least you'll have made a new friend. Just be on your best behavior."

Toyle laughed, "That'll be easy. I'll just turn on the charm and make sure that she knows that I'm a treasure."

She gave him a sideways glance before noting the grin on his features stretching from face to mask and she smiled a bit and rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Just get to know her while we play games. Anyway. We really should ring things up and I should be getting home. It is late."

Toyle nodded, "Right. Double the usual and I'll walk you home."

Neon frowned, "Hm? Just the usual will do and you-"

"Should walk you home and pay double the usual? Got it." Toyle said while ignoring her protests.

Neon watched as he pulled double the price from the register and worked to store the junk she had brought along with her. She could never really get a proper reading on Toyle and if he was an ass or if he was an amiable ass. Sometimes she wanted to strangle him and other times she wanted to choke him with a hug. At the very least, he made for a fun partner when things were planned, although, she really shouldn't let it get to his head. That was big enough already.