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The Bottom-of-the-Barrel Bar and Grill has been the one-stop-shop for all the scum and villainy of Mobius. Ever since Breezie the Hedgehog took over Casino Night Casino from Mammoth Mogul, the dive had fallen into disuse and passed between different managers and locations.

But, as long as the riff-raff of the world are out there, there's always going to be a need for it, especially for those who want to keep their heads low.

Nack the Weasel is one such person. Once the most celebrated bounty hunter in all of Mobius, he fell on hard times thanks to his contract work with the late Dr. Eggman. That leaves him with little choice but to do whatever it takes to survive, and so, for the past decade, he's gone into a whole new line of work.

The weasel-wolf turns and locks the door to the private back room, a light chuckle on his voice. "They say you ordered the Fanged special," he says. "I hope you're ready for a wild ti-" He stops, his jaw dropping when he sees the client, sitting there with arms draped over the couch.

"Sup?" says the crocodile. "You're a tough man to track down."

Nack grits his teeth, squeezing the bottle of booze in his hand. He can't bolt. There's nowhere left to go, after all.

"No, no, no, relax," Vector says, holding up a hand. "I'm not here for the bounty. I need your expertise."

"I'm not in that business anymore," Nack says, placing the bottle down, his hands upon his hips.

"Yeah, I know," Vector says, glancing over the Weasel's body, stroking his chin. His mouth turns into a slight smile. "I'm not here for THAT sort of expertise."

Nack's eye twitches, but he puts on a smile and sways on up towards the crocodile, placing his hands upon his knees. "Didn't take you as the kind who'd want THAT. The Fanged special... that's quite the package. Your partners know that this is how you spend your money?"

Vector flicks the weasel's hat off from his head, taking that large hand of his and petting the professional. "Nah... thought I'd give myself a little reward."

"So, the dick has a thing for dick," Nack says, fingers brushing down along the scaled body of the crocodile, cupping between his legs, rubbing at the groin.

Vector puffs out his chest, closing his eyes. "Nngh, you could say that... I'm more... curious is all..."

"Oh, well, you picked the right place to figure things out," Nack says, glancing downwards. The weasels' fingers play at the croc's cloaca, tickling just at the hip-bone, and-

The ghostly white cock springs free from that slit, and Vector gasps, clamping his mouth shut, his eyes wide.

Nack wraps his fingers around the shaft, giving the erect thing gentle stroking. "What? You think you're the only croc I've wrestled?" Nack says, snickering and getting down onto his knees. "Nah, I've learned a lot about dicks in this line of work. Whatever I do, I'm the best at it." He winks.

Vector takes a deep breath, and lets go of his mouth. He breathes out slowly, moving his hands to Nack's cheeks, rubbing his thumbs over them and then sliding his finger across the weasel's prominent tooth. "Don't try any funny business, you got it?"

Nack rolls his eyes, opening his mouth and taking the bulbous thing into it. The warmth makes the crocodile sigh and lean back, letting go and putting his hands over the couch once more. "Yeah... that's it... mmm. Hope you don't mind if I make for some conversation while you're workin' down there."

Nack shrugs, bobbing his head along the pole, his tongue working at the underside while he takes more of the length up into his mouth. He glances upwards, waiting to see what Vector has to say.

Vector rubs his forehead. "So, yeah, there's a lot of weird stuff goin' on lately. Lot's of missing person reports. Lots of things not adding up. Job's been more of a pressure than it has in years.

Nack pulls his mouth free, kissing the tip and then getting his hand onto it. "And here I thought you weren't looking for a hunter. Can't go back to that life. My face is too hot. My record's red. This is my life now."

"Yeah, but... c... come on," Vector says, patting him on the head. "Do you really want to be treated like this? You had a reputation before?"

"Still do," Nack says, climbing up now, straddling the crocodile, his own cock rubbing up against the reptilian's stomach. Nack reaches down, spreading his cheek to line that croc cock up with his star.

"No, I mean... you always found your man."

Nack lowers himself, that bulbous head sliding in with the smoothness of a pro. With a grunt, he replies, "still do."

Vector holds onto the weasel's waist, looking him dead in the eyes. "I'm serious, here," he says, but he thrusts upwards, slapping up against Nack's ass.

Nack bounces on Vector, his hands back on the croc's thighs. He pants, his mouth opened, his eyes half-lidded.

Grunting, Vector continues. "I... I know someone... who can... give you a... a new background... a new face... a new everything! I just... I just need some help f... finding someone."

Nack throws his head back, running his hands up along his body now and over his face. He groans out, his weasel cock twitching and oozing with cum. Vector groans, hilting into the professional, shooting crocodile jizz right up his tight ass.

Leaning in with his forehead now pressed against Vector's, the weasel growls. "Well, why the fuck didn't you lead with that...?"

Vector pants, shaking his head. "W... wouldn't have the best ass in town if I didn't... besides... you still owe me another hour."

Nack chuckles, leaning in and pecking the crocodile on the cheek. "Let's go, big boy..."