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The city of Dewclaw was a place with a variety of personalities baked into every single individual. That variety was matched only by the availability of items within the various markets both legal and not so much. That being said, those particular personalities also usually came with a mixture of bodies that had a lot to show with plenty of curves and other shapes that pleased the eye and so today, Toyle planned on taking advantage of that abundance of variety in order to boost his own numbers! At the moment, he stood just outside of his home with his faithful cameraman Claude. The grey-furred chimera stood there with a gleaming golden eye staring up at the sky and a big grin on his face that was matched by the mask covering the other portion of his head. A bright set of claws in the same color as his eye brought up a compact so he could check his reflection before tapping the display to make sure that they were ready to go live. He looked up at the orange-furred flower cat hybrid and gave him a thumbs up to which Claude replied with one of his own. Today they were heading out on the streets of Dewclaw to interview people and hopefully, to get some good footage of the various choice picks around the city. Of course, this was going to be broadcast as a pornographic event but no one really had to know that unless they were tuning in. Doing something like this would unravel the personality of the city while at the same time showing the various flowers they had for the plucking and at the same time spread his own influence just a bit closer to that purity of stardom that he desired. All he had to do was smooth talk and occasionally get a few pics underneath a skirt or of a nice body while people weren't watching. Was it skeevy? Probably, but it would also rake in the numbers and he was absolutely blind to anything else! Just when he was ready to start the feed, he heard his cameraman mumbling quietly.

Toyle blinked and looked over at Claude, who was muttering something too quietly to hear. With a frown, he placed both fists at his hips and huffed, "Speak up! If you have anything to say then say it before we start recording!"

Claude winced and breathed in before speaking, "Won't we get in trouble for doing this?"

"Not at all!" Said the chimera turf tiger without pause, "All we're doing is going to record a few interviews with some choice members of our group. We'll visit various people, from locals we know to some we don't and even tourists! It'll be fun!"

"And that other stuff?" Claude mentioned with a frown.

Toyle grinned and held up his compact, wagging it a bit while replying, "I'll be the one doing all that so you don't need to worry a bit. I've even arranged some of our interviews and pulled some strings to have some of our friends help with all of this! Of course, none of them know about the extra bits except for maybe one or two who were either into it or were convinced but hey, what can you do? Show business calls for some fun and fuckery."

That was enough to get the larger flower cat to stay quiet but not quite enough to be a satisfactory answer as Claude tilted his head and spoke again, "But aren't you going to get in trouble?"

What did that matter? If he got in trouble then at the very least he would be famous for it and so with a sigh, he explained, "Claude, it doesn't matter if the views are coming in. If I get a little roughed up, a little tossed around, whatever! Besides, I've planned for this showing for a while! No need to worry about a thing."

"I just don't want you getting too hurt...Can you at least say that you will be okay?" Asked the flower cat with his ears drawn back.

Those drooping eyes and that deep frown were tugging at Toyle's heartstrings to the point where he had to look away, his golden serpent tail flicking from side to side as he huffed, "I promise, I promise. Now, any other questions before we get this ball rolling?"

Claude looked down a bit before sighing, "I guess not."

With all of that out of the way, Toyle rummaged through Claude's pack until he found the microphone. Now that he had that and his compact, he was ready to start everything properly. Standing in front of the camera he straightened up and positioned his microphone while Claude began to count quietly with a few digits until tapping the button and giving him a thumbs up. It was show time!

While he flicked the feed on his own compact he began, "Hey all you people out there on the net watching! I'm more than sure you're tuning in because you want to hear all about the wonderful personalities of Dewclaw but all of us know that it is more than that, huh?" Toyle lifted his own skirt to show that he wasn't wearing anything and he stuck his tongue out and winked, masked face chuckling while he continued on with his introduction, "Today, I'll be heading out to interview several individuals out on the streets of Dewclaw to give you a candid impression of both their personalities and their bodies! As always, I am your host Toyle and the best personality you're going to see today! But hey, some come close!"

With a grin, he smoothed out his jacket and skirt before he turned tail to start walking. Claude was following behind and while there was some downtime, he checked his compact. Already the viewers were coming in due to the promises of interesting personalities and interesting rears. His own teasing flash had been enough to draw the attention of a few people browsing as well and hopefully they'd gain even more viewership than they lost on this little walk.

To give the people watching something to listen to, he turned his head to Claude and chuckled, "Out of all of Dewclaw, we all know the turf tigers the most. We've seen them on various showings here and there with wars being televised and often commented on by yours truly but perhaps you've never gotten a personal look at any of them. Three Many Boys might've been a successful porn shoot but a bit of something amateur and more personal is always welcome, huh?"

A quick glance over the shoulder caught sight of Claude frowning and giving him big eyes full of what he figured to be concern. He turned his attention firmly back onto the situation at hand and kept on walking while sighing. The adoring viewers would not settle for promises of something happening when they could be actually watching a proper show. Luckily for them and him, Toyle had already set up the first meeting nearby with a friend he had managed to rope into this with a little bit of compensation and perhaps just a bit of blackmail. He was partially sure that the blackmail made things more interesting for his friend rather than acting as an irritation.

Soon enough, they came upon that very friend. The hooved feline stood there in a short skirt and tank top, one paw holding down her skirt to keep from exposing herself while the white fur of her cheeks was dotted pink with embarrassment. Her hair was a mix of pink and blue tied back in a bun. Toyle cherished the look on her face even as her pink and blue eyes began to narrow behind integrated goggles. It felt like she might actually fire heat rays or something out of a stare like that. With a grin, he waved at her and she looked away.

"Ah! Here we have a friend who is near and dear to my heart." Toyle began with a chuckle, "Kid Neon! A regular contender in War and someone who is looking rather pretty for just a girl out and about." He then stepped up to her with the mic held between them and his compact held with his tail, "Before we talk about your wonderful choice in fashion, would you like to talk to the viewers at home and participate in a quick interview?"

Neon breathed in before rolling her eyes and answering with both paws pushing down her skirt, "I think I'd rather deal with you in a game of War but I think I can spare a few minutes of my life for a bug like you."

The chimera took everything in stride and chuckled, "Well, well. We certainly have a firecracker here folks! Tell us Neon, what is it that you do?"

That frown that had been so deep quirked up along with a brow while she hummed, "So you want to know about my work? Well...I guess I can talk about that. I work at a lab doing various bits of research. I can't really go into detail but know that my work is important. On off time here or there I like to tinker with mechanics and upgrade my micro-cat."

While she spoke, Toyle brought his tail down beneath and between the two of them to snap a picture from behind her to allow the crowd to get a good look at her rear. When she was done talking, he brought his tail back and took hold of his compact to flip through the pictures himself, grinning when he noticed she was wearing a cute little thong before he looked up to address her and the crowd, "There you have it, people! A regular genius among us! A scientist, a mechanic and a girl who is dressed rather oddly for just being out and about. Tell me, did you come out here to flirt and fraternize outside of work?"

Her cheeks burned bright and she bleated, "I am doing no such thing! I just thought that a change in style might be nice! I'll...I'll have you know Jasmaby picked these out for me!"

Toyle whistled, "Hear that, folks? She's in the know with Jasmaby of all people? A fashionista and scientist doing a bit of dressing down! But enough about that." He then leaned with a smirk to get the next part of his plan started, "So...Let's make a little bet. If I guess the underwear you have on, then you have to bend over and show your ass to the crowd. In the event that I fail, which hey, is a possibility because even a being as great as me has flaws, then I'll stop the show early and give you fair compensation."

Neon blinked and snorted, "What? That's stupid! You could never guess what I have on right now. It isn't anything that I normally wear and that's the only tip you'll get you, idiot."

Looking back at the camera, the chimera winked and called, "And I certainly do know what she usually wears but before I make my guess, are you in for the bet?"

He glanced back at Neon who rolled her eyes and muttered, "Fine fine, take your guess so you can end this show and I can get paid for this stupid farce. I can't believe I actually agreed to this stupid interview."

With a hum, Toyle crossed his arms, careful not to bump against the head of the mic while keeping one eye gazing up in the air until finally, he brought the mic forward, tilting it toward her mouth while he answered, "A black thong with a ribbon on the back tying it together near the tail."

The tiny dots of pink beneath Neon's white-furred cheeks erupted into blossoming reds, her goggles fogging up and her paws coming all the way up as if she were going to strangle him but instead she stamped and huffed, "You cheated!"

Toyle smiled, "Oh? Going back on your word then? Does that mean I've beaten you fair and square? Maybe I should tell people that you back out of bets like a wuss."

Neon puffed her cheeks out before she blew out a breath before heading into a spot nearby tucked between two buildings without a word. Toyle followed with a chuckle and the cameraman came soon after with a concerned curve to his expression. Just out of the busy streets of Dewclaw and deep enough that no one would see them, Neon planted both paws on the brick wall before her and lifted her hips and tail to show her fat rear along with that thong that he had guessed correctly. She had her forehead pressed against the wall with her eyes looking down, audible huffs and grumbles coming from her mouth while Toyle got in position.

Before he got to work, he brought a claw through her underwear to tug it and show it off to the camera while speaking, "As you can see here, my guess was one hundred percent accurate! How did I know? Well, there are many secrets that in show business that shouldn't really be flaunted about. For now, though, I'll be switching off this mic to enjoy myself with this wonderful prize."

A thumb pushed the switch on the mic off and Claude signaled that the microphone on the camera itself was in use. Neon brought her head up just as he handed his mic off to Claude who got in the perfect position to catch the action while Toyle slipped his compact into his jacket.

The stripe goat showing off her rear huffed, "Wait, you said you just wanted to see my ass right?"

Toyle took her thong and tugged it all the way down while showing his pearly fangs, "Yup! And we gotta see that fat bare ass!"

Neon yelped and shuddered, scoffing before turning her head back to the wall while bearing with it. The chimera grabbed and began to knead her plush rump, spreading the cheeks to show that lovely star off to the world. Sweat dotted her rear in tiny glistening drops that enhanced the shot more than anything else. When he planted his mouth at the base of her tail and hugged around her waist, Neon let out a low hiss that soon transformed into some sort of muffled sound as he began to peck from there down to her puckered hole. He squeezed her waist gently while his other claws passed down against her thighs. Beneath his own skirt, his cock was bouncing, twitching and growing until there was a nice tent pitched against the material. Ever so diligently he moved his mouth to make out with that lovely ass, pulling away after every wet pop of his lips to let the viewers see the fact that his mouth was leaving a glossy imprint on her puckered hole.

The motions were repeated with his tongue flicking out to dip inside of her ass while he kept his eyes closed to savor the feeling of the action and cherish the fact that his viewers must have been drinking this all in. An ass being served like this from an uptight and shy lady was exactly the sort of thing that fired up the crowd and got them ready for the main event. Up one of his claws went to take hold of Neon's tail, yanking it up as he dragged his tongue against her puckered hole. This time, her muffled noise was revealed to the world as a breathy moan that echoed in the alley. Neon's head shot up as she heard the echo, her ears flicking in response. Toyle grinned and gave the camera a knowing look with half-lidded eyes. Yes, he was awesome and he couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at his own charm working so well even if there was just a little bit of blackmail in there. When he heard her mouth move to complain, he stuck his lips against her ass and dug his tongue deep inside causing her words to be cut and a yelp to come off of her lips.

There weren't even any attempts this time to hide the moans. Anytime she tried to cover her mouth, she simply gasped out and clawed at the bricks before her, eyes shut tight while futile resistance speckled her every action. When he was done playing with her, Toyle pulled his tongue out of her rear, line of spit connecting his mouth to her ass before it snapped as he got up and turned to the camera with a grin. Neon was left panting, head slumped against the wall, legs trembling and hips still hiked up in the air.

With a pat on his friend's rump, Toyle sighed, "Welp, looks like we're done."

Neon's head lifted and she looked back with a frown, "W-what? Aren't you going to do anymore? I mean..."

"You were just starting to get into it?" Toyle said with a smirk.

The stripe goat turned her head back to the wall and muttered, "Yeah...So what?"

That was a juicy thing he hadn't expected! Sure he was good but he figured Neon would have been more irritated than this! With a laugh, he started to step away while speaking, "So, it isn't my responsibility to get you off. We're running a show here and I'm sure that the crowd is warmed up just with the sight of your ass being eaten."

Neon whimpered, a noise that sent a shudder up his spine as she gasped out, "Toyle...Please don't fuck with me like that. You already humiliated me by showing me off like some sort of toy, just get it over with and stop torturing me, please?"

Toyle blinked and looked at her before turning to the camera. He cleared his throat and brought his claws out, "Dear viewers. Neon here has been a good sport by showing her rear and letting me have just a bit of fun with it. Sure, I'm irresistible but it takes a lot of guts to flash your ass on a net show but I can't make the call. I'm not the one truly running the show. The ones doing that, are all of you out there watching. So please, send your votes in now and I'll check my compact! Remember, vote whether or not you want to see the stripe goat cum or you want to watch her squirm!"

A bleat came from the horny goat, "Excuse me? You're letting the viewers decide whether I cum or not?"

While he did enjoy the response, he ignored her in favor of pulling his compact from his jacket to check the numbers, waiting for a bit before he grinned and put it away again, "Seems like the polls have slowed down a bit and a clear winner has been voted for."

Neon's ears raised and her head turned just enough to watch him as he stepped over to her and placed a claw on her rear, "What? What were the votes? Are we going to keep going or are you going to leave me hanging like this?"

Toyle kept quiet, kept his eyes locked on the camera until finally he raised his hand up high and brought it down on her ass. She yelped and he turned toward her to grab her rear and lean over to give her ear a bite while lifting his skirt to let his cock slide against her thigh, "Viewers voted to let you cum but never said how we're going to do it so, pick and choose Neon, which hole?"

Growling came as a response at first with a low hiss as Neon gripped the wall before them and pressed her forehead against it. Toyle saw that familiar frustration, that humiliation on her face as she was forced to give in to her own desires for the purpose of his show. Sure, he could have made this easier on her, could have just made the decision for himself but he wanted her to have the burden of choosing. It meant that she needed to tell him where to put it, where to fuck her and she had to contend with the fact that she was going to be doing this in front of a bunch of people watching from home. There were about a thousand viewers at the moment and that amount was growing. It wasn't just people from Dewclaw either and Neon had been briefed on that already. She knew that she was revealing her most vulnerable self to the public. All for the purpose to give his media influence a boost using her ass.

When she finally answered, it was with a sigh, "My ass..."

Toyle grinned and took hold of his cock with one hand and reached out with the other. Claude tossed him a bottle of lube dutifully and he the top off to let it drip onto her puckered hole and then his cock. He slathered his barbed shaft with it while humming, taking great pleasure in the fact that the views were rolling on in while this was happening. The tip slipped inside easily enough thanks to the lube and thanks to the fact that Neon was the sort to enjoy toying with her ass. He pushed and pushed until he was sliding on in that ass with a groan.

Her insides tightened up almost instantly. It took a bit extra to slide in the rest of his cock, his body shuddering as he wondered if she was tightening up from the fact that she was on a show or the fact that she was about to get plowed near a busy street in the shadows of an alley. Either way, he loved the feeling of his cock buried balls deep inside of her while the viewers gave him their attention. Back and forth his hips started to move, slowly at first before he began to speed up with a steady rhythm. Every thrust produced a little slap of his hips on her plump rear that echoed in the alley. The sound was sure to draw the ear from the viewers and that thought urged him to thrust harder to make a louder sound.

Finally, Neon was about to lose herself in it, her mouth opening wide to let out bleating moans that curled over the air and joined the sound of her ass on his hips. Faster and faster he went while his cock began to throb. He growled while leaning in, getting into the action rather than the act of being on a show. Toyle brought his hips forward in genuine, hungry to release everything inside of that tight ass while he reached to grab and tug her tail. Neon herself was shuddering, her legs shaking violently as they suddenly drew in and buckled. Did she cum from just being fucked in the ass? He reached around to feel over her belly but found that her arm was coming down most likely with a paw working her cunt. Whether she came from that or being fucked in the ass she was still a slut for it and the discovery did not stop him from pounding her ass.

One more push and his barbs began to flare, his eyes shut tight as his cock began to bounce and twitch until hot cum began to flow from the tip. Warm seed stained those tight inner walls and Neon groaned, her body slumping over, nearly collapsing but Toyle had an arm around her to keep her up at least a few more moments while he emptied his balls out in her ass. When he finished, he stepped back, cock slipping free with a wet pop while he panted and watched the used stripe goat slumped to the floor. She looked so vulnerable, so defeated and shaky, her cheeks flushed with color, her head turning toward him so he could see the glazed look in her eyes. Damnit, he couldn't help it. He stepped forward and grabbed her hair, taking hold of his cock to squeeze and tug it rapidly while feeling the remnants of his previous orgasm spurt out onto her face.

Neon took it like a champ, only sighing as the warmth spread onto her face. When that was done, Toyle laid his cock along her shoulder and he leaned back to breathe out to the air, "Well, looks like another satisfied customer, right?"

The stripe goat huffed, words slurred, "Shut up...I didn't pay for anything."

Toyle chuckled before turning to the camera and winking, "All right, that's a wrap for this segment. I might be a god among tigers but even I need a break now and then but don't fret! We'll be on in about thirty minutes to an hour so stay tuned and keep checking your feeds because Candid in Dewclaw will be back with more fun for all you perverts out there!"

Claude counted with a few digits before giving the signal that the camera was off. With a sigh, Toyle turned to Neon and moved to help her up, "You okay?"

Neon muttered, "I'm absolutely dying here. My heart won't stop pumping, my legs won't stop shaking. I can go home by myself but...But not in these clothes. Not with this cum on my face. I-I can't keep up." From the pack at Claude's side, Toyle pulled out some more fitting clothes for the shaky participant along with some wipes. He offered both with a smirk and Neon blinked, "W-wait...Didn't you say that I'd have to walk home near naked?"

The chimera shrugged, "Eh, figured you might get overloaded after all that, so, here you go."

With a sigh, Neon took the wipes and at least got the cum off of her face while she spoke, "I guess even you have morals, or a conscious or something like that. I can't say that being humiliated like that was unfavorable but I figured you would take it too far. Here I am, being wrong about you for once in my life."

Toyle chuckled and even turned away while she slipped into the jacket, "I like to make sure that people make repeat business with me. The views were rolling on in and I'd love to work with you on something like this again. Oh, that thing I blackmailed you with? The pics? No worries. I deleted them already."

A small kiss at his ear caused him to shudder and turn his attention to the fact that Neon was giving him a hug, "Thanks...For indulging in my game and interests, for not pushing it too far and for making sure to have something extra to make me feel comfortable. You could have done a lot worse."

He snorted, "Whatever, don't thank me just yet since I'm going to be bothering people all over town but hey if you love me so much then I'd be glad to give you a kiss and an autograph."

Neon rolled her eyes and lifted her paw to his chin. He expected a slap and winced as she took hold of it and leaned around to plant her mouth against his for a few seconds before popping off and stepping away, "See you later Toyle. Lily was watching and I wanna see what she thinks of it so I'll be heading out."

Toyle raised a brow and watched as she walked away. There was no questioning that he wouldn't get out so easy with the rest, especially the people he didn't actually plan on meeting. There were plenty of personalities in Dewclaw to explore but for now, he needed some lunch.

With a sigh, he looked over at Claude and said, "Ready for lunch?" The large flower cat hybrid was smiling from ear to ear and he nodded before Toyle scoffed, "What?"

Claude muttered, "I'm just really happy to see you getting along with someone so well."

Stepping closer to his cameraman, he brought a claw out to tap against a rather noticeable bulge on his friend's robes, "Guess you're so happy that you just got this huh? Wanna rough me up with it?"

His golden eye flashed in the shadows and Claude shuddered in response before shaking his head, "U-um, no. Not right now...I kind of want to keep on watching for a bit. I really like watching you work."

Toyle blinked, a big smile crossing his own features before he brought his hand up to pat Claude's side, "Well let's get going then! We're wasting time here when we could be grabbing lunch and taking it easy! You might wanna let that hard on of yours go down before we head out but hey, nice to know that my number one cameraman is also one of my fans."

Claude's smile grew a bit smaller and his cheeks flushed with a bit of color beneath the fur as he spoke quietly, "Right. Um, I can pay for lunch if you want."

As they started to walk, Toyle scoffed, "Listen. I'm the star, I'm the one who is taking us up to the top and I'll be tarred and feathered before anyone claims that I'm cheap! Besides, I'm the one managing this little thing and I'm the one who has to take care of the crew."

Again Claude was beaming from ear to ear and he nodded his head while speaking, "Okay. If that's the way you feel about it then I guess I can accept. Um, did you remember your wallet?"

Toyle blinked and felt around in his jacket pockets before frowning. He then felt a poke at his cheek and saw that Claude had it in paw. Taking it, he sighed and shook his head, "Right, thanks for remembering. A star needs a proper crew and I couldn't ask for someone better at my side."

Claude's smile seemed to somehow grow and he said without a trace of malice, "I love you too Toyle."

The chimera coughed and looked away, his own cheeks on both his face and mask dotted with color while he ignored that firmly and kept on moving. No sense in thinking about that too much. Just keep walking and focus on the fact that there was a show to get back to.