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Liz growled, arching her back against the soft mattress. The bedsheets lifted into a round dome around her lower body, a dead giveaway that someone else was in there- and judging by her moans, that someone was going down on her.

"Oohh, fuck... K-Keep doing that, babe...!"

She closed her eyes, gasping from the divine feeling of that draconic tongue swirling inside her vagina. It felt like her lover knew each and every single one of her pleasure spots, the pointed tip of the spongy appendage flicking over them like flipping on switches, each switch setting off stronger and louder fireworks inside of the werewolfess' body. Her tail was wagging like crazy while she grabbed Vero's horns, her trembling hands trying to shove her harder into her thighs- as hard as she could considering how weak she was feeling.

And then came the reptile's humming. With a shriek, the lupine burst into orgasm, a deluge of fem-cum cascading all over her girlfriend's face. Even while her tunnel clenched, she could feel that tongue diligently lapping at her nethers, greedily gulping down every single drop of that tasty nectar.

Eventually, Liz slumped into the bed, panting. The blanket ruffled until Vero's smiling face popped out, nuzzling into her girlfriend's neck.

"Holy shit, Vero..."

"Mhm. Morning coffee?"

The werewolf nodded, sighing. "I would like that very much, thank you."

Liz sat down at the table, gently blowing on her cup of coffee. She basked in the comforting heat of the early summer's morning, squinting from the warm but blinding sunlight.

"Hey, Liz. Don't forget the landlord's visiting this morning."

The woman groaned. "Oh, great. That means I have to put on clothes."

Vero laughed. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad."

"But you know how sweaty I get!"

"Oh, trust me, I do."

The two of them kept idly chatting while having breakfast. One little thing the werewolf had always loved to do was poke her girlfriend's legs and feet with her own; but today, after what happened last night and the long talk they had... Liz had a naughty idea cross her mind.

The dragoness' body froze mid-bite when she felt something soft press against her crotch. She immediately recognized it as her lover's footpaw, and stared at her, bewildered- only to realize she was smiling.

"How much is the rent, this month?" she asked nonchalantly.

Thankfully, Vero quickly caught on, and decided to play along. "I-I'm not sure. I gotta check again, but we're kind of overdue. I think it's like, twelve hundred."

The werewolfess hmm'd, taking another sip of coffee. She had decided to start slowly; with her right foot she gently pressed into Vero's crotch, carefully massaging her balls. With a little wiggle of her toes she scratched and teased at the skin, eliciting a barely held back snort of laughter from the ticklish reptile.

"Any luck with finding a job?"

Vero shook her head, clenching her left hand as she awkwardly chewed on her sandwich. Liz was clearly clumsy in the way she moved her feet, and yet, she seemed to have some sort of natural talent, the tip of her claw tugging her draconic sheath just enough for that tapered cock to poke out slowly, until it sprung to full mast.

"I'm afraid not... I feel so bad, you've been carrying us for months."

"B'aaaw, it's fine," Liz replied, waving her lover off. Even the way she gently tapped her toes against Vero's cock seemed to feel like a pat on the back. The dragoness swallowed another bite, gulping loudly as she felt two toes squeeze around her boner, beginning to slowly jerk her off.

"I mean"- she almost hissed, disguising it as a saddened sigh-"I don't want you to wear yourself out at work just because my dumb ass can't find a job, you know?"

"I'm sure you'll find one, babe. Don't feel so concerned about it."

"I can't help it..."

Wanting to pick up the pace, Liz lifted her second leg, bringing her other footpaw to her girlfriend's crotch. She grinned mischievously, feeling Vero grow even tenser the moment she realized she was being "double-teamed"; she could feel that heel pressing against the base of her shaft, before both feet moved to push her dick against her toned abs. She bit her lips to hold back a groan of pleasure, her cock twitching from the gentle massage it was getting from those large soles, a zap of pleasure shooting up her spine whenever those leathery pads bumped against her tapered tip.

"How's it going at the brothel, by the way? Clients aren't too hard?"

Liz shrugged. "Oh, the usual. I guess there are advantages to being a nympho," she laughed, gulping down some more coffee fuel. "It's a bit hard sometimes though when you turn down anybody who doesn't have a condom; you wouldn't believe the amount of idiots who try to do it bareback. But I'd rather have that than catch something nasty, or even get pregnant."

Get pregnant. Those last two words bounced around inside of Liz' head, before she threw a quick glance at the dragoness, her heart rate picking up. Her "stealthy" footjob grew more passionate; she sandwiched the reptile's cock between her arches, rolling it around, twisting it left and right, trying to get a feel for how far it would bend.

"Oh my god," laughed Vero, "The fucking trouble if you ever got pregnant."

"I know, right? And then there's the whole 'keeping it or getting rid of it' dilemma."

She switched to a more aggressive rhythm, twisting her feet around, clenching her toes over the tip of that shaft, scratching at her throbbing flesh with her toe-claws, letting her enjoy each of those juicy wrinkles whenever she flexed her soles, feel those spongy pads give under the pressure, and teasingly squeezing those balls with her heels, as if to coax out her load.

"Yeah. Honestly, I'm not sure what I'd choose, personally," eventually replied the reptile, trying her hardest to seem normal.

"Well, for me... I guess it would depend on who's kid it is."

Vero's eyes widened, and Liz winked at her- this was all the lupine needed to break the dam, and the dragoness' face turned red as she imagined herself impregnating her werewolf girlfriend. The mere idea, combined with the painfully pleasurable feeling of those toes twirling around her tip, had her letting out a whorish moan as she burst, her spunk splattering all the underside of the table. The moment she broke she slapped her hand against her mouth, blushing; Liz simply giggled teasingly.

"You lose...!"

Gritting her teeth, Vero eventually let out a low groan, finally relaxing. "I guess I did... Fuck, Liz, you're good..."

"Well, it's easy when I'm doing it on such a footslut. Though I'm gonna have to get cleaned up, now..."

Vero's face turned almost red from the tease. When she felt her lover's soles sliding away from her crotch, she reached her free hand under the table to grab her ankles.

"... I could help with that."

Later this morning, the dragoness waved her girlfriend goodbye as she left for work. She shivered, still tasting the flavor of her own cum on her tongue from earlier.

"Gosh... I might get addicted at this rate."

Heading back to the living room, she sat down in front of her laptop, sighing; today was most certainly going to be another thrilling day of looking for a job. Nothing to do other than boringly scroll on that godforsaken job offer sites, staring emptily at those dumb stupid things she wasn't qualified to do. Once homeless, she hadn't really gotten the chance to do anything; living in the streets was ruthless, and she was barely getting by on the daily. Except... one day, she met with a young werewolf girl. She, who was used to people's disdain, hate, violence, who was used to hide in alleys, steal from markets, cower under whatever bridge she could find to hide from the rain, couldn't believe her ears when this sad-looking little canine came up to her and gave her the kindness she had been longing for.

The woman looked just as bad as her: done. Worn-out. And yet, she didn't stop visiting. Every single day, every single time, she would put a little coin in her begging box. Every single time, the two of them would chat a little longer. Introduce themselves. Talk about them. Their hobbies. Their likes. About other people, about their own lives.

Veronica didn't even consider what she had in the past like a "life". It simply had been hell, some kind of purgatory she had to suffer through every minute of her existence. And here she was, that lycan, simply offering to give her a home. Just like that, out of the blue. At first, the dragoness had been so confused she didn't immediately answer- she wanted to say yes, of course, but... why? Why was this stranger offering her a place to stay? Put a roof over her head?

Then she realized. That's because she wasn't a stranger anymore. That girl, who had introduced herself as Elizabeth... saved her life.

Even today, Veronica wondered why she had done it. They were so in-love with each other- but it couldn't simply have been that back then, could it? Especially considering how hard life had been for her since she brought the reptile back home. Every month she barely got by. She even had to make sacrifices. Vero felt like this wasn't just out of the kindness of her heart, and yet... Liz never gave up.

So she couldn't. She had to keep going. If not for her sake, then at least Elizabeth's.

As she scrolled through the page with renewed vigor, Vero's eyes stopped on a noticeably different offer: the fact that whoever posted it was willing to pay for it - outlining an offer as "urgent" required a premium subscription after all - only further piqued her curiosity.

A modeling job. She clicked on it, unraveling the preview into the full description of what exactly the poster was looking for: someone unique. Special. This wasn't just any kind of modeling job; they needed someone fresh, young, unknown, someone to blow the minds of the people, to show them beauty and gorgeousness in something usually disregarded as a niche: paw modeling.

"Despite being a basic, hygienic addition to human wardrobe, shoes remain inaccessible for a wide variety of anthros. Even after all those years of cohabiting together barely any brand is willing to accomodate for furs, and it is common to see them walking around the street barefooted, for lack of any kind of footwear. We at Solexo aim to change that. Shoes, heels, boots, sandals; you name it. For everyone, from the daintiest pair of mouse paws to the largest, heaviest elephant stompers."

Sophia kept reading aloud the job description, snorting every now and then at how these guys were taking themselves way too seriously. Still, no starting experience was required, and the pay would be higher the better based on various factors which would be "specified during an interview". Scratching her chin, she couldn't help but reach for her phone and check her camera's gallery, browsing through the dozens... hundreds of pictures of Liz' footpaws. She blushed a bit, even remembering the context in which some of these were taken- but horny distractions aside, a lot of them were of surprisingly good quality.

"Maybe... Just maybe I could sign up?..." she whispered to herself. Sure, her own feet were mostly unimpressive; a set of strong, sharp, bony claws, quite far from the standard, plantigrade humanoid look, but she knew how to take pictures of feet, as weird and creepy as that sounded. With any luck, those people might be looking for photographers on top of models, and she could even try to register Liz as a model... She nodded to herself, already beginning to think of what to tell her girlfriend when she got home later tonight...

"I'm home--!" said the werewolfess, before hearing hurried steps dashing her way.

Veronica soon came into view, almost charging right into her, before stopping at the last moment, giving her her best puppy eyes - as best as a dragoness could give, at least.

"Babe!... I've got something to ask."

Liz, slightly worried about the pleading tone, chuckled nervously. "Okay...? Shoot?"

"Well... I might have found a job. But I need your help-- but with some luck you could get a new job too! You wouldn't have to deal with those crappy customers again!"

"What? No, wait, Vero. You know how important this job is. We're barely making it through each month, I can't just ditch it to try my luck at something that might not even--"

"J-Just trust me on this one! Please!... I'll contact them and you can get like, one or two days of sick leave to check it out? Pleaaaaase?"

A short silence followed, before the lupine sighed, defeated. "Okay, okay, fine. But stop with the heartbreaking pleading whines, okay?..."

"Yes!! Yesyesyes! Whatever you want bab--"

"So what's it about?"

"Huh?"

"The job. What is it."

"Oh." The dragoness gulped, not sure how to describe it to her girlfriend. "Umm... It's... something... foot-fetishy...?"

Liz stared at the dragoness awkwardly smiling at her for a moment, before bursting out laughing. Vero sighed in response, knowing she wouldn't be taken seriously regardless of what her answer would have been.

And yet, when the anthro werewolf noticed her girlfriend's serious face, her laughing stopped. "... Wait. You're actually serious?"

"I mean... Well, it's not quite exactly fetish stuff, but... yes. I found something from a company that wants foot models."

"Vero," said Liz with a sigh, "when you said you were going to look for a job, I didn't think you'd meant one for me--"

"I know, I know!" cut the dragoness, "But please! Like-- I may or may not have an unhealthy amount of pics of your feet on my phone. Maybe I could take pictures of you, or something! Maybe they have a spot for someone on the camera or something--!"

"Vero!..."

"Please!... Just this once. Please."

Eventually, Elizabeth yielded with a sigh. "Okay. Fine. We'll give it a try. Who knows."

"Yess!" Vero jumped at her girlfriend, pulling her in a deep, tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"

The werewolfess smiled, before hugging back the dragoness. Deep down, she was really hoping this would be a way out of her current work...