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Tazi hadn't been out to the "Historic District" as it was called in a while, but she could have sworn the warehouses didn't usually look this ominous. Something about the massive buildings barely lit by sparse street lamps made her warry, and they seemed to shift in the darkness with each and every bump in the road. So instead of looking at those decrepit brick structures, she turned her attention to the calm river as the van crossed the bridge. Reflected off the water's surface were stars she couldn't normally see from uptown.

"How long are you two gonna be?" Pogono asked from behind the wheel, voice more concerned than annoyed.

"Should be an hour at most. You can find somethin' to do for that long, right?" Mur asked, sitting beside him.

"Oh trust me, I'm not just gonna sit over here and wait for someone to jump me."

"Hey, this is my side you're talking about, put some respect on it," the lemur objected. "They'd at least try to scam you first, and if that doesn't work then they pull out the piece."

Tazi didn't have to see Pogono roll his eyes. She watched as the van coasted off the bridge and turned down a series of decreasingly maintained roads at Mur's direction. The night was clear, but the hound knew to expect a biting January cold. She'd come prepared with a cropped hoodie and sweatpants, which were unfortunately the warmest things in her wardrobe. Her collar didn't help with the cold any, but idly fiddling with her tag did calm her nerves a bit.

“For real though, if you run into trouble, call me and I’ll pull up,” Pogono assured them, not for the first time tonight.

“Aaw, he does care,” Mur said sardonically.

“Tazi, if you get into trouble, call me. If Mur gets into some shit he can figure it out him-damn-self,” the bearded dragon muttered. The hound chuckled from the backseat but nodded, locking eyes for a moment with Pogono in the rear view mirror.

When Mur finally announced their arrival, the trio found themselves parked outside of a warehouse that seemed just as abandoned as the rest. Broken and boarded up windows, graffiti all over, and sprouts growing between the weathered brick. The only thing unique about this one was the pair of men loitering around outside it, walking just lazily enough that at first glance one couldn't tell they were guarding the place.

"One hour," Mur confirmed one last time before popping their seatbelt.

"Hey! Gas money?" Pogono asked, leaning on the steering wheel.

"Yeah I got you on the way back, I'll get change inside." Before the dragon could respond, Mur scampered out of the car, their short skirt accidentally flashing Pogono in the chilly updraft.

Pogono growled, but Tazi’s smile placated him. "Don't worry Pogono! If this all goes well, I'll be paying for gas from now on!" Without any further explanation, the hound slipped out and shut the van door. The gravel of the parking lot shifted uneasily under her feetpaws.

As Pogono peeled off, Tazi ran to catch up with Mur, shivering all the way. "You're wearing even less than me, how aren't you cold!?" She couldn't imagine their tank top, mini skirt, and cotton leggings were very comfortable.

The lemur just shrugged and smiled. "I've been through worse." They then turned their attention to the bouncers who were beginning to walk towards them. "Aight, when we get up here, just let me handle the talking."

"You sure this place is...legit?" Tazi asked.

"You didn't ask for legit, you asked for money," Mur reminded her. "But I wouldn't walk you into somewhere unsafe, you know that."

Before Tazi could respond, the two men were in earshot. A brown bear and a timber wolf, both wearing heavy jackets that in equal parts kept them warm and concealed whatever was underneath. The bouncers posted up a few feet from the warehouse's side door, looking both Tazi and Mur up and down.

Mur took the initiative, speaking first and putting on a wide smile. "How y’all doing tonight? Want to let us in?"

The bear looked both hound and lemur up and down. "Who you? Ain't seen you 'round before."

"Friend of Dylus," Mur responded curtly.

"Friend?" The wolf said with a mocking smirk. "I knew he was into...you types, but didn't know he kept y'all around as friends."

Mur's usually laid back demeanor flashed with vitriol, for only a moment. They opened their mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the door behind the bouncers opening. A caimen maw emerged from it, followed by a slippery voice.

"You boys seen a lemur out here? I'm expectin' someon-" As the door opened wider, it revealed a lanky crocodile wearing a green suit and a black fedora. The suit was gaudy and cheap, even at a glance, but at least it matched his yellow scales. Despite his reptilian heritage, the smell of sweat hung to him, barely covered up by cologne. The croc leaned against the door and smiled, raising a cane in one of his handclaws and pointing it at Mur.

"There he is! Just the man...woman?...I wanted to see."

Mur made a great show of shoving their way past the two bouncers and reaching out to shake Dylus' hand. "Feeling kinda manly tonight, thanks for asking. How's life?"

"Shit!" the croc responded with a laugh. "If life was good I'd be eatin' sushi off a broad's ass in the Bahamas right now." He laughed again and this time Mur joined him after a beat.

Tazi wasn't sure exactly what she should be doing at the moment, so she stood silently and tugged at her collar under her hoodie. Her eyes wandered nervously between the two bouncers, who were both hardly succeeding at hiding their disdain for her friend. Eventually, Dylus noticed and pointed the cane in her direction.

"So, you're the girl?"

Tazi began to stammer an answer, but Mur interrupted. "Yeah she's the girl. I don't think she's ever done anything like this before but when I heard what y’all do here I knew she’d be perfect for the job."

The croc nodded before beckoning her closer. "One way to find out! Come on girlie, I don't bite. At least not before I take ya out to dinner first!" Dylus chortled to himself as he walked through the door. Mur waited until Tazi stumbled her way past the bouncers and through the threshold, squeaking an apology as she accidentally bumped into the bear.

The two lagged a few feet behind Dylus, following him down a dark hallway. As they did, the sound of heavy bass music slowly became audible. Mur decided now was a good time to bend down and whisper in Tazi's ear before it could get too loud.

"Remember pup, if you aren't comfy with any of this, let me know and we'll go right then and there."

Tazi nodded and breathed deeply, trying to shake off her nerves.

"So uh...what's your name girlie?" Dylus asked, looking backwards towards Tazi.

"Um...Tazi...sir," the hound replied.

"Nuh uh, none of that sir shit! It's Dylus and only Dylus, thank you very much," the croc corrected while straightening his suit. "Well Tazi, how much has Mur told you about our...operation here?"

"Not...a lot, honestly," Tazi said. Thinking about it, all she really knew was that it was safe and it'd be a way for her to earn some money. At least get a start on being financially independent. Something that would keep her from having to rely on Rufina as much.

"Hmm. Well that's not a bad thing! In fact I think it would be better to show you than tell you!" As he spoke, the music grew louder. At the end of the hallway was another door, this one with vibrant lights stretching underneath it.

The croc waited for Tazi and Mur to catch up before exaggeratedly placing a handclaw on the door handle. "Let me be the first to welcome you both to my pride and joy, the hottest spot this side of the river...The Barn!"

As Dylus pulled the door open, neon lights cascaded down upon a warehouse that looked anything but abandoned. Animals of all types milled about, some with drink in hand, soaking in the club-like atmosphere. The speakers and DJ stand on the floor kept a throbbing rhythm beating throughout the entire building. The majority of people were gathered into clumps that surrounded the doorways of rooms all along the ground level.

Tazi was taken aback. She'd been to clubs before, but she didn't expect to find one set up in a place like this. Why here, instead of a place set up for clubbing? And why a name like 'The Barn'?

Apparently the surprise was displayed on her muzzle. "Always a pleasure seeing first impressions!" Dylus cheered, gesturing towards one of the doorways. "If you're already awestruck, just wait 'till you see the work you'll be doing!"

As the croc guided them both, Mur spoke up over the music. "It's uh...flashy. A lot more than I thought, honestly."

"I mean we used to run out of just about any building around here, back when it was just about producin'. But since I've been headin' it up, I've decided to make some changes! And we're all richer for it," Dylus explained, dusting off his suit to add to his point.

Tazi finally worked up the nerve to start asking questions, but as soon as Dylus got them to the nearest room and cut them to the front of the crowd, most of her queries were answered.

Whatever door that may have once stood there was taken down, with the room instead blocked off by a clear glass pane. Inside was a fennec fox wearing nothing but matching striped leggings and arm warmers. He sat on a wooden stool, one handpaw holding on as the other gripped a long, thin device and pumped it against his crotch. The vacant, glowing expression on his face made it evident to Tazi what the device was doing.

"Is this a strip club!?" Tazi exclaimed, louder than she was intending. A few people from the crowd gave her looks, but most were fixated on the show in front of them.

"No! It's The Barn!" Dylus said, clearing his throat before launching into explanation. "See, most gentlemen’s clubs are all about seeing the deed or doin' the deed, right? Well, we're not so occupied with that. Here, we're most interested in the product of promiscuity."

The croc pointed back to the fox just as he opened his mouth and cried out, barely audible. A moment later, the clear sleeve he was masturbating with filled with a familiar creamy liquid. Paying closer attention, Tazi noticed the sleeve was connected by a tube to a thin silver machine in the corner that resembled a silo. Indicator lines went from 1 milliliter all the way to 16, and the fox's was currently at 4, knocking on 5 after that load.

The crowd cheered at the orgasm, and the fennec flashed them all a cheesy grin. He pulled the milking machine off his dick and held his sex in his handpaws, showing off the cum that the device had failed to collect.

"It turns out that some animals will pay a whole lot to watch this type of thing. So I thought, why not invest in the theatrics of it all and earn that much more dough?" Dylus' accomplished grin indicated the fox wasn't the only one regularly stroking himself.

"So this is like... a sperm bank?" Tazi asked.

"I'm surprised y'all can sell that much cum," Mur said. Their expression wasn’t as bewildered as Tazi’s, more contemplating.

"Kinda! And you'd be surprised how much business we get! People tryin’ for kids. Weird-ass cooks. Occult practitioners. I think we even have some rich asshole who thinks cum might be some secret to eternal youth? If that's true, my baby mamas are all gonna outlive me," Dylus chuckled in a way that made the joke’s validity hard to intuit.

As the fennec fox began his next round of milking, the croc turned Tazi and Mur away, showing them some other workers. Each had a similar setup, though many had other toys or objects in their rooms to interact with. One had a slot cut in their glass, and as soon as they stuck their dick into it, multiple audience members were on their knees, ready to "assist" with the milking process.

"Now Tazi, notice we've got a real…diverse workforce here!" Dylus explained as he walked them around. "We got all sorts of requests for the sticky stuff, so we need all sorts of animals. And I don't just mean species."

It took Tazi a moment to realize what he was talking about. Her cheeks suddenly burned with embarrassment and concern.

"You...how did you...you clock-"

"Relax, relax! Mur couldn't have you interviewin' if you didn't have the parts to produce, so I just put two and two together," Dylus explained, tapping the side of his head with the head of his cane.

A wave of relief washed over Tazi, though she was still happy that Mur gave her a reassuring pat on the back. Usually she wouldn't worry so much about passing, but she had known she was going into unfamiliar territory.

"Dylus here is an ally, girl," Mur confirmed. "And he's got the workforce to prove it, right?"

The croc nodded as he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out several container lids. They all advertised their would-be contents – "femboy cum", "gamer girl cum", "bear (not like the animal) cum", "bear (like the animal) cum"; there was even one that read "??? cum". Before the hound could ask, Dylus motioned towards one room that was currently in use by a completely gender-fucked rabbit.

"I'm just sayin', this is a pretty inclusive work environment, all things considered! I been called a lot of things in my time, and most of them are earned, but the one thing I won't be is a bigot. And that includes everyone workin' under me! What other job can you work where if someone misgenders you, you're 100% allowed to run their paws on the spot, huh? And we’re completely off the books too!"

That was something worth considering. Pretty much any other job Tazi had looked into wanted her deadname the second she applied.

On the other handpaw, there had been that situation outside with those bouncers targeting Mur...

Noticing her hesitation, Dylus shook his head. "Alright, how about I show you one of our top talents! She's a testament to how good you could have it here."

Before waiting for an answer, the croc guided the pair over to an old service lift that was apparently still operational. He pressed the buttons with the base of his cane in a practiced flourish. As they ascended, the sounds and lights of the first floor began to fade. Dylus opened the second floor door to a much more low-key area, with similar-looking rooms, though with doors still on their hinges.

"This floor is for the animals who are a lil' too shy to get milked in front of an audience. But besides them, we also have one very special worker..."

Dylus guided the pair down a hallway that came to another door. If Tazi had to guess, this was probably the head office when the warehouse was being used for its intended purpose. A guard out front let all three inside without hesitation, and as he opened the door, they were all greeted by an atmosphere most salacious.

The smell was the first thing to hit Tazi; flowery perfume, with an undertone of musk. Something taboo disguised just enough that you could overlook it if you were so inclined. There was a crowd here, but smaller, and less rowdy than the ones around the other producers. The lights here weren't nearly as decadent, instead moody, positioned to highlight one specific area: a makeshift stage on top of an old wooden pallet.

Atop that stage sat a nubian goat, fur mostly black but with a white midsection and various stripes along her body. She was skinny, but with an hourglass figure, and an enviably large bust. Her mammaries were so ample, her chest couldn't contain it all; two more sets of nipples ran down the sides of her stomach. Each nipple had a tube similar to the one Tazi had seen earlier, along with one sucking onto what the hound had to assume was the woman's cock. Even with the device on, the large black length was visible.

In the low lighting, it took Tazi a few moments to recognize the goat. And, as soon as she did, she could barely contain her excitement.

"Capra!? Capra Cummings!?" she asked Dylus. She was trying to keep her voice down out of respect, causing her to squeak excitedly.

"In the fur!" The croc beamed.

Mur shot Tazi a puzzled glance. "You...know her?"

"Yeah! She's one of my favorite...um..." she trailed off, quickly realizing where that sentence was headed.

Dylus couldn't help but laugh. "Aw, it's alright girlie! She does make some good shit, huh? I've seen some of her ‘home movies’...and I've seen a lot of what she does in here." As he spoke, the three could see as Capra maneuvered up to one voyeur who had beckoned her. As she approached, they handed her a wad of bills, and she took it before detaching the milking device sucking on one of her breasts. A small stream of milk shot into the waiting patron's maw as the goat winked.

"She's lucky she produces so much that she can stand to spray some on good tippers!" Dylus remarked. "Yeah, she's a big part of the reason I can even keep the lights on in here. That stuff sells like hotcakes made with pornstar milk. And in terms of cum...goddamn, I think she said her granddad was part zebra or somethin'? I don't know, I don't care, I'm just happy I found her!"

Tazi hadn't noticed before, but one of the full glass silos sat on the side of the stage. Apparently Capra was on her second one of the night.

"I...I never knew she was local..." Tazi wondered aloud. "I don't even know if I could work with her, like, what if we're working the same shift? What if I run into-"

"Tazi, look, look," Dylus interrupted. "Most of the time she's up here. She's got her own separate stagin' area for a reason. You'll be startin' with all the others, but I mean...if you can produce even half of what Capra does? You'll be set. I'll make sure of that."

The croc extended a scaly handclaw towards her.

"The Barn is always lookin’ for new producers. Wadaya say?"

Tazi hesitated, looking between Capra and Mur. This did seem like an alright job, no thanks to Dylus’ oddly convincing presentation. She already came a lot...wasn't making money off of it just an upgrade? And the idea of getting to meet one of her favorite camgirls, maybe even see a private show by her...

"Choice is yours, Taz," Mur said, nodding at her.

It took the hound another moment before extending her own handpaw and shaking with Dylus. "I want the job!"

"Excellent! Then let this be a productive partnership for the both of us!" the crocodile said with a sneer.

***

The next time Tazi stepped into the Barn, it was with both substantially less stress and fewer clothes. In fact, besides a bra and panties, the only thing she wore was an oversized sweatshirt. Pogono dropped her off in the same lot as before, this time sans Mur (who never ended up paying him for gas).

Tazi did worry a bit as she stepped into the early evening and past the bouncers, but the only notice they gave her were passing glances. Just as Dylus had said, she had clearance now.

The hound walked inside the warehouse, down the hall, and eventually came to the central area once more. The few animals that were around were working on setup; lighting, cleaning the performer's rooms, and generally making the place look a little less like abandoned industry. Without all the decadence, though, the building had its own unique charm. Part of her wondered what it had been used for in its prime.

At the center of it all was Dylus. Either he was wearing the same suit as a few days ago, or he had an identical one just like it. As Tazi strolled up to him, he gave her his signature smile before waving one of the production staff away.

"Ah, there's my favorite new employee!" he said, staking his cane into the concrete below.

"R-really? How many new employees do you have?" Tazi couldn't help but ask.

"One! You!" The croc guffawed before leading the hound to the lift. "So, you just gonna do private milking tonight?"

Tazi nodded. "Y-yeah, I've...never done anything for a crowd before..."

The thought had been intriguing, though. At the house, she'd always loved to show off in front of the others. And Rufina would sometimes try to "embarrass" her by flirting or even groping in front of their friends. It was somewhat embarrassing, but honestly, the fact that she was being paraded around like a show pet turned her on more than anything. It was like the gazelle wanted everyone to know her pup was a well trained little slut...

Tazi got lost long enough in her wet daydream for Dylus to clear his throat. As the hound snapped back to reality, she gave an apologetic grin. "Uhm...sorry, what was that?"

"I said, in that case we'll have you up here just using one of our basic milkers. If you brought any toys to help, you're free to use 'em, just try to keep it clean in there. Remember, every drop counts!"

As they reached the top floor, Dylus walked Tazi to one of the closed metal doors and knocked. Hearing no response, he fished a keyring out of his suit pocket before opening the door. Inside was a cushioned seat and an empty silo. A table sat in the middle of the room, atop which was the sleeve part of a milking machine and a bottle of what Tazi assumed was lube. A collection of magazines also sat on top of a radiator in the corner.

Dylus pointed at them. "In case you need a little stimulation. I don't know what you're into so I gave ya a little bit of everything." Walking further in, the croc picked up the sleeve. "You ever used a masterbator before?"

Tazi shook her head. "No, my tra-er, my girlfriend said she might buy one for me though." She mentally pat herself on the head for not slipping up...too badly.

The crocodile gave her a scrutinizing glance before continuing. "Well, now's the time to find out if you like 'em or not. You can of course just use your handpaws, but these are some pretty fine sleeves. Trust me, I tested 'em myself. Haven't had my dick sucked this good since the months I spent in the service."

Tazi honestly wasn't sure if that was a joke or not. The sleazy smile on Dylus' face wasn't at all elucidating.

"Anyways, when you feel like you're gonna pop, turn on the suction and it should get everything you shoot. I wouldn't recommend going for more than an hour straight. We got a break room down the hall with water 'n snacks." The croc dropped the sleeve before walking up to Tazi and patting her on the shoulder. "Any questions?"

"Uh, am I expected to fill that?" the hound asked, pointing to the silo.

"Not on your first night, but if you do there's a bonus!" After that he walked past her and through the doorway. "Good luck girlie, expectin' big things and bigger loads from you!"

Tazi gave a nervous smile back before stepping over to the table and beginning to pull off her sweatshirt.

"And remember, if that thing fucks up your dick, you don't know my legal name!"

At that, Dylus closed the door, leaving Tazi alone. She stripped off the rest of her clothes, leaving them on a table. Afterward, she picked up the sleeve and inspected it. The device was a clear sleeve, not unlike masterbators Tazi had seen online before, with a hole at the end and a glass outer tube. A few buttons and lights were on the glass, likely to operate some of the mechanisms she could see inside. The sleeve looked textured, and as she stuck a curious finger into it, she felt ridges in the soft material.

The hound poured a few dollops of lube onto her digits before fingering the pocket pussy once more, making sure to slicken it as best she could. Tazi couldn't help but repeatedly slide in and out of it, letting her handpaw explore the shapes inside. Even just hand-fucking the thing made surprisingly provocative noises, and imagining it around her sex made Tazi sigh. She managed to coax her prick out of its sheath with just a few more thrusts of her arm.

Whether or not the sleeve was properly lubricated wasn't Tazi's main concern. It was when she couldn't control her urge to fuck and breed the thing that she took her handpaw out and lined it up with her canid cock. It didn't even occur to her that despite the toy stretching to accommodate her entire fist, it had returned back to its original size. But she certainly noticed how tight it felt around her as her sex finally penetrated it.

A bark of pleasure erupted from the pup's maw as she pushed into the sleeve, feeling its unique texturing now with her most sensitive part. Unsurprisingly, it felt like this thing was made for the express purpose of being fucked, of milking her. Each bump and ridge was lined up to excite her full length, from the slightest push on her head to the sucking sensation at the base.

Tazi began the familiar process of running her handpaw up and down her own length. Masturbating was nothing new to her, but the extra pressure and texture of the pocket pussy enhanced the experience. It was a wonderful mix of old technique and new stimulation that made her maw fall open and her eyes roll back. Each pump was another wave of pleasure and desire for more. What hesitance and unfamiliarity she had with using the sleeve was drained out of her bit by bit.

The lube Dylus had provided was mostly slick, but with the slightest resistance that added just a bit of friction. That, in combination with the insulated warmth, reminded Tazi of other holes she had fucked in the past. It wasn't as tight as Vamp's ass, but a bit wetter than Ardin's cunt, and the light weight made it easier to thrust into quickly. That tickling of her memories only made her more eager to fill the tube like she had filled those holes before it.

The milking machine earned Tazi's first orgasm by reminding her of Rufina's pussy; spacious and accommodating, but just tight enough to make her howl. The hound had to constrict her pelvic muscles to keep her load at bay, just long enough that she could click the button Dylus had indicated. She heard as some of the machinery within the sleeve started up, and more noticeably felt what she might have otherwise confused for a needy throat sucking on her dick. The hound leaned back in her chair, one arm slack and the other holding on to the masterbator as it sucked down her load and deposited it in the silo. Her cum filled the thing up a ways past the 1 millimeter line.

Even after the strongest part of her orgasm subsided, Tazi enjoyed the sucking sensation on her prick. It continued to pull at her head, seeking whatever extra drops of cum it could get from her. She'd had Rufina overstimulate her after a climax before, but this was on a whole other level. Another animal would generally let up, handling her with care and softness in her afterglow. The machine, by comparison, didn't give her a moment to rest.

Once she was fully aware again. Tazi fumbled with the device, trying to hit the suction switch. Instead, she hit a lower button, which started the automatic thrusting function. The hound yelped as the sleeve began moving on its own, quickly thrusting off and onto her shaft and overstimulating her. She had been going soft, but her prick immediately hardened and bulged once more, apparently ready for another round.

Instead of pulling the thing off, Tazi let the machine work her, sucking and thrusting to force her to shoot another load. There was a slight pain to the motors pressing onto her sensitive flesh, but it was completely worth the bliss it pumped into her body with each movement. The hound gave up fighting it almost immediately, letting it milk her while just holding onto the glass and her chair for dear life.

Tazi had a few sequential orgasms like that, letting the machine do all the work. Besides the way it drained drop after drop of seed out of her, the situation itself kept her hard. Being milked like some sort of cum cow, forced to produce until her balls were completely empty. By the time the masterburtor began to hurt more than pleasure and she finally turned it off, it felt like they were indeed empty. She imagined the silo had to be full to the brim; in fact. she was surprised the entire room wasn't soaked in her spunk.

The pup relaxed, allowing the device to hang on her now limp sex. Apparently at some point her knot had gone into it and was still keeping it stuck to her, like an insistence that she still had more to give. Tazi was a bit surprised that the bulb had fit inside, but her lust-addled mind quickly figured it made more sense than not. This device was perfectly made to drain good pups like her in every other way, of course it could accommodate her knot. Anything to get every last drop of cum.

Tazi felt her consciousness beginning to slip, and she didn't have the energy to fight it. The pup managed to force the sleeve off her prick, despite part of her wanting to keep it on so she could still be "productive" even if she were taking a nap. Maybe it was poor form for her first day on the job, but the pup felt as if she'd earned some rest. With how much she'd let the machine drain her, she'd probably given enough that Dylus wouldn't need anyone else to work tonight.

As she drifted off, gently massaging her prick in her hand, Tazi thought about how she wanted her seed to be labeled. "Good Girl Cum"? Cute, but seemed a bit long. "Bitch Cum"? Punchy, but not quite fitting for her.

"Puppy Cum". That had a nice ring to it.

***

"This is it!?"

Tazi's exclamation filled Dylus' office. It wasn't a very big room, just barely fitting his metal desk and a bookshelf of what was probably porn magazines. The croc didn't flinch, leaning forward and holding out the hound's cut for her work tonight: $30.

"That's my rate for a teaspoon, girlie."

"B-but, I was in there for like 3 hours!" Tazi protested.

"Yeah, $30 for three hours of work ain't bad! That's $10 an hour, higher than minimum wage most places!" Dylus pointed at the container Tazi had brought in, which was only full to about 1/4th its maximum capacity. "Plus, it's more about quantity than how long you worked. And you only gave me enough for one, maybe two weird ass rich dudes."

Tazi didn't know the business, so she couldn't really rebut his point. But she did know $30 would barely cover gas money for Pogona. And it just felt like she was being severely undervalued, especially since the work was literally physically draining. Instead of arguing, though, she just pouted and hesitated to grab the money.

"Aaw, don't look at me like that. It ain’t personal, just the business." The croc leaned back in his chair. "Look, you want to earn the big bucks? How about performance milking? I'll pay ya for each hour you're on the floor, AND you can keep whatever tips you get out there. How's that sound?"

Tazi had been thinking about it during her shift. She was obviously into the idea of other people watching her do sexual things, but so far it'd only been her housemates. Her handlers. People she knew well and trusted.

"I...I don't know, I've never done anything like that before..."

"Aw c'mon, it's easy!" Dylus exclaimed. "You ever been to a strip club? You just do your thing, moan a lil, get the crowd excited, and bam, you're rakin' it in!"

Of course he was probably exaggerating to convince her, but the croc did have a point. At worst it was probably like masturbating as normal. And at best...if she was really into it, she might even produce more. Hell, this could be the start of something new entirely...

After a few moments of Tazi's contemplative silence, Dylus dropped the cash on the table before swiveling his chair around. "I'll take that as a no...suit yourself! Don't spend that 30 in one place."

"...I'll do it," Tazi finally responded.

The crocodile immediately turned back, flashing his saccharine smile. "I knew you'd come around! Alright, I'll get ya on the schedule."

The hound nodded absently, still trying to reason whether or not this was the best decision. She took the bills off the desk; wrinkled, soft bills that had seen who knows how many paws.

"Hey, maybe you'll even fill this bad boy up next time!" Dylus said with a jovial laugh as he rubbed the silo with one handclaw. "Take care out there now."

Tazi muttered a thanks before exiting, feeling more perturbed than accomplished.

As Tazi made her way out of the Barn, orbiting around the growing night crowd, conflicted thoughts crowded her mind. Things definitely weren’t great; she was being underpaid to do a physically demanding job, her boss was shady, and this entire thing was probably highly illegal. But at the same time, this was work she did kind of like. It certainly felt good, and at least so far it wasn't hard on her body. Plus she could definitely be doing worse. The alternative was getting deadnamed while cleaning toilets at Rick-Donalds.

The hound was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice herself walking out the wrong exit. As Tazi left the warehouse, she found herself on the side of a road. Only when she saw the unfamiliar street did she realize she'd taken a wrong turn. She was about to head back inside, when a deep voice called out to her.

"You on break?"

Hearing someone else startled Tazi, but the voice itself was surprisingly pleasant. It was full, sultry, with a gravely undertone but an inviting softness. Turning in its direction, Tazi noticed a lit cigarette, and then the animal holding it.

"Or you headed out this early? Night's still young," Capra commented before taking a drag.

Without thinking, Tazi took a step closer. The scent of marijuana filled her snout. "Oh, I um...came the wrong way..."

"Doesn't really answer my question," the goat pointed out.

"S-sorry, uh, mistress..." Before Tazi could catch herself, the words slipped out of her muzzle. As soon as they did, her eyes went wide. Capra just chuckled.

"Guess you recognize me then?" She cleared her throat, removing a bit of the edge in it. "I usually try to avoid that but...eh, can't disguise much when I'm naked."

Tazi tilted her head in confusion. "B-but you're...you're wearing things r-right now." She gestured towards the goat's jean jacket and pants, both of which were ripped to show off bits and pieces of the lingerie underneath. Apparently the goat was unbothered by the cold.

"I mean when you saw me performing yesterday," she explained. "Don't think I don't notice who walks in on my shows, darling."

The hound was formulating a response, but the word 'darling' immediately shut that down. She'd previously thought she was spent for the night, but her prick found a way to harden.

Capra walked a little bit closer, observing Tazi in the low light as best she could. "Are you one of my high tiers? Or...maybe one of my anonymous donors? You don't have to tell me, but I'm curious."

"Whaaa?" Tazi managed.

"OnlyTrans, darling." Capra took another hit of her blunt as she waited for Tazi's response. Seeing the hound's face not clear up, she continued. "Or Paytron? What's that other one I have...Benefaptor?"

"I...I don't use those," Tazi admitted. She’d heard of them, all camsites, but it wasn’t like she set aside the money to use them.

Now it was Capra's turn to look puzzled. "But those are the only places I upload my shows. I guess I do some previews on Shitter and Read-It..."

"Uh...I usually go on Yifftube..." the hound replied.

That name clicked in Capra's brain. And based on her frown, not in a good way. "Oh."

Before Tazi could say another word, the goat extinguished her blunt and pocketed it before heading for the door back inside. The hound turned around quickly, feeling a wave of guilt, though she wasn’t quite sure why. "H-hey, what's wrong?"

"They blur out all my watermarks, don't they?" Capra accused more than she asked. "Of course they do. I'd be surprised if you even know my name, besides ‘chick with dick’ or whatever they label me."

"I-I do! Capra Cummings, right? Or at least that’s like…your stage name?" Tazi asked, taking careful steps behind her. "Y-you're one of my favorite trans pornstars! One of my favorite pornstars at all!"

"And how much money have you paid me to watch my porn?" the goat rebutted.

When Tazi didn't have a response, Capra opened the door and walked through the threshold. "Exactly. I don’t show my ass online just for you to get off. I do it because I’m trying to live."

The sound of rust slamming on rust was deafening.

***

The familiarity of the house was very welcome as Tazi walked through the front door. Pogono walked in behind her, giving a questioning thumbs-up as he headed up towards his room. She gave her own thumbs-up in response, quickly trying to contort the tired expression on her muzzle to one of contentment.

Instead of going straight to her own room, though, Tazi noticed the sound of the TV from the living room. Mur was here tonight, staring at nothing in particular as their bong sat in their lap. Perfect.

"Thank god you’re here," Tazi said, some legitimate joy on her face this time. She sat down next to the lemur as they slowly turned to face her. "I...can I take a hit?"

Mur giggled slightly before nodding. "Dylus work you that hard tonight?"

Tazi's response was delayed by her lighting the bong and taking a hit of it. She took a long drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs. The taste was unfamiliar, somehow both sweet and horribly bitter. "Huhhh...yeah. Um...what strain is this?"

"Tasmanian tiger lettuce. This is the shit that made the birds cuckoo."

The hound wasn't sure what that meant, or if Mur was even currently on the same plane of existence as her. And honestly, she didn't care. She just sat back on the couch cushion and enjoyed the ride.

"So what, he made you jizz all in one of those machines?" Mur asked.

"Yeah...I came like 5 or 6 times," Tazi responded, "and you know how much he gave me?"

"How much?"

"30."

"Damn," the lemur said, halfway between a sigh and a laugh. "He's playin' you."

Tazi took another hit at that. Smoke wafted from her breath as she responded. "I knowwww...but what do I even do about it?"

"Quit? Seems like he's got enough people. He might be a lil' mad, but he's not the type to go after you or anything,” Mur noted as they gestured for the bong again.

"Yeah but...the money…” the hound muttered while handing it over.

"Why'd you want me to get you that job anyways? If Rufina doesn't make me pay rent, I doubt she’d charge you."

Tazi sighed. "...it just feels like I'm not doing enough. Like…I don’t know, not relying on others is Adulting 101, right?"

The lemur turned towards her, their face unamused, their bloodshot eyes starting into her very soul. "...Tazi, let me be for real with you,” they began in their lecturing voice.

"Not a single one of us is independent. All of us rely on someone for something. And that's okay. The reason you feel bad isn't because you're taking up space or resources you don't deserve. Its because you live in this fucked up capitalist society that tells you if you aren't being productive, you don't deserve to live. Specifically, if you aren't being productive to the benefit of the rich.

"So you don't need to work. You do enough just keeping yourself alive. And if you really need to add 'value' to the world, think about how much good you do just by being our cute little pup. You help each and every person in this house keep going despite it all. Why the hell would you want to be an ‘adult’ when you can keep being you?"

After they finished their impromptu speech, Mur took a hit of their bong that lasted almost as long.

Once Tazi's inebriated brain took the time to process that, she responded.

"...thanks Mur. But I still...want to chip in a little bit. It just feels right to give back, you know?" Even high, the hound felt her mental barriers block off the conversation from the real core of her insecurities. Thankfully, the lemur didn’t seem to notice she was hiding something.

"That’s real I guess, nothing wrong with working when you want to. I mean, you like every part of the job besides the pay, right?"

"Yeah...and the pay's probably about to be fixed." Seeing Mur’s intrigued expression, Tazi continued.

"I um...agreed to do performance next time I'm in."

Mur’s face lit up a bit. "Huh. Hell yeah, does seem like something you’d be into. You sure you’re up for it?"

"I...am?" What was supposed to be a confident assurance came out as the hesitant concern that it was.

"Well there is that one camgirl you mentioned working there, right? Maybe you could ask her for tips?" Mur suggested.

Memories of their earlier conversation flashed through Tazi's mind. She still didn’t quite understand how it went wrong so quickly, but she was pretty sure Capra hated her now. Instead of dumping all of that on Mur, she just nodded. "...I can try."

"I'm sure she could give you some pointers. And if you want, you're always free to show off for me, I know a thing or two about looking sexy," they teased in a more sultry voice.

"Hmmm, maybe," Tazi said in turn, curling a bit closer to them.

The two sat silent next to each other for a few minutes, letting the drug take them on their own journeys. Every few minutes, Tazi realized the TV had been on the menu screen the entire time.

Eventually, the hound remembered she had one last thing to say. "Thanks again, Mur."

"Any time Taz."

***

After that conversation with Mur, Tazi thought she would be prepared for the next shift to come, but a text on her phone a few days later drummed up her nerves all over again.

Unknown: hey girlie u still want to perform? got space for you tmrw

The hound hesitated, thinking about the lemur’s advice from the other night. She didn’t have to do this…

After a moment, she groaned, partially at the text and partially at herself.

Tazi: Yeah I can be there

Unknown: bet make sure to save up sum and make that good $$$

The rest of that day, an ugly anticipation mired the hound's thoughts. She both wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, and didn't want it to come at all. At least she managed to avoid Rufina's suspicion when she told the gazelle she'd need a rain check on the night’s play session. Tazi came up with something about just not being in the mood; not that it was entirely untrue.

The next evening, Tazi asked Pogono to get her over to the warehouse a bit earlier than last time. She went in the normal lot entrance, but instead of immediately reporting to Dylus, the hound snuck her way up an old stairwell, through the top floor, and into a certain abandoned office. The door was open, and she helped herself into the makeshift theater.

Inside was empty and quiet, except for the one person she was looking to find. Capra was at work setting up her scene for the night; apparently she had something planned with a variety of remote vibrators. The goat turned at the sound of the door opening, looked Tazi square in the face, scowled, and continued working.

The hound was unsure of what to do, walking a few steps closer before finally being acknowledged. "You know, usually when there's people I don't want in my space, I call security to come pick them up."

Tazi's eyes widened in alarm. "Umum, no reason to do that! I just...wanted to ask you...about something?"

"Make it quick," Capra said as she pulled another toy out of a duffel bag just off the pallet.

"I...so uh...tonight's gonna be my first time doing...this," Tazi said, waving towards the stage.

"Your first time milking?"

"N-no, my first time doing...sex stuff in front of a crowd," the pup explained.

Capra stopped moving, for only a moment. "Go on," she said, a tinge less edge in her voice.

"And I was just wondering if uh...if you had any tips?"

The goat continued her setup in silence. Just as Tazi was about to apologize for even bringing it up, Capra spoke.

"...it's all about comfort. More than anything else. If you aren't comfortable, get out. If someone makes you feel unsafe, get security."

The goat turned and looked back at Tazi again. "If you need to talk, especially if you’re looking to do this long-term...I take a smoke break every other hour, same spot as last time." There was a look in her eyes the hound couldn't quite decipher, perhaps because of the rectangular pupils.

"You should give yourself time to get ready." With that, Capra turned back to her bag, apparently done with the conversation.

Tazi stood with the advice for a few seconds, letting herself process it, before grinning a bit. "Thank you! I really do appreciate it!" She wasn’t sure the goat would give her anything at all. Before she could somehow ruin the moment, Tazi quickly strode out the theater and back downstairs.

When she found Dylus, the croc greeted her before leading the way down an unfamiliar hall. Based on the twists and turns, it seemed to run around the perimeter of the main floor. Eventually, he stopped at a door and unlocked it, and inside Tazi saw a room that looked like the performance booths. Sure enough, she could see the rest of the floor through a glass panel.

"Now the audience won't really be able to hear you between the screen and the music, but really try to bond with 'em! Work 'em up! If you do it right, you can milk them better than I'm milkin' you!" the crocodile laughed.

Tazi laughed with him, if only to try and not think about how painfully accurate that assessment of the situation was. As she walked into the room, she saw it was set up much like her last room. The only difference was a bone-shaped chew toy that sat on top of the rusty table.

"Oh yeah, thought you might like that! It's really...you, y'know? Sorry if that sounds speciest."

Tazi picked it up in her handpaw and squeezed it. It made a small squeak as she did.

"Um...it's okay. Yeah. I like this." A chew toy for a gag was a cute idea. And something that she decided she’d much rather try for the first time with her trainer, not at this shady job. Not to mention it’d been sitting on the dirty table for who knows how long. Without saying anything, she mentally decided not to use it.

"Good, good. Alright, go ahead and get ready, the first rush'll be here in about 20. Oh, and if there’s an incident..." Dylus walked over to the light switch on the wall. Instead of turning off the overhead light as he flipped it, it buzzed an alarm. "One of my boys will be right over."

Seeing that did suppress some of Tazi's anxiety. "Gotcha! Thank you."

"Thank you in advance for makin' me a little richer!" With that, the croc walked out and closed the door behind himself.

Tazi had a few minutes alone, which she spent first disrobing to just her underwear, and then pacing around her enclosure like an animal with too much energy. It didn't matter if she was still uncertain about this; she was here now. This was it. She was going to figure out very soon if she was into performing for strangers or not.

At least there were safety measures in place. And at least she had some good advice. Thinking about it...why did Capra help her? After their last interaction, the hound assumed the goat hated her. But maybe she hadn't quite burned that bridge.

Before she could think over it all any more, a familiar voice boomed through the complex, as if via an intercom. "Freaks and freakettes, The Barn is now open for business! You may begin producing!" As Dylus spoke, the overhead lights went from industrial pale to a cacophony of color. The one over her room specifically turned a rosy pink.

Tazi took one more deep breath to get her head in the game. As a final stroke of good luck, the hound flipped the tag on her collar from "Tazi" to "Pup".

She wandered over to the provided chair and connected the sleeve to the silo nearby. Just as before, she coated her fingers in lubricant before sliding them into the masterbator. The internals of this one were a bit different, seeming to constrict the deeper in she went. Instead of focusing on the people streaming in through the patron doors, she tried to think about how good that was going to feel around her sensitive head. Especially once she knotted the thing and pushed her entire length in...

Tazi waited until the first patron passed by her room to get started. A mare glanced at her absently, seemingly just trying to find someone who met their fancy. Tazi quickly tried to look as cute and inviting as possible, putting on a wide smile and sticking her tongue out. One handpaw secured her to the chair while the other teased her puppy prick with the entrance of the sleeve.

The mare watched for a few more moments before moving on. There seemed to be no malice in the gesture, but Tazi’s brow furrowed. She was worth watching! And if she needed to show people that, she would.

The pup pushed the sleeve down onto her length, sighing as the familiar squeeze of the toy enveloped her sex. She immediately set to work, quickly pumping her arm up and down. Tazi settled into a steady rhythm, subconsciously helped out by the beat of the music playing. The heavy electronic bass hits were perfect for her to touch herself to, and just like her last shift, she let herself be lost in the feeling.

...until another patron passed by. A moose this time, watching with investment as the pup got herself closer to climax stroke by stroke. Tazi was used to losing some of her higher reasoning when sexually active; "puppybrain", Rufina would affectionately call it. When nothing else mattered except feeling good and making her partners feel good. Letting go of any inhibition that stopped her from being the good little pet she was always meant to be.

So when Tazi could still actually think and notice things, even when she was milking her own dick with a wonderfully tight sleeve, she realized something was wrong. It was as if that mode of her brain just...wouldn't turn on.

Though a bit alarmed, the pup kept at her work. Despite her inability to let go, her body was definitely having a response to the sensation. Her dick began to throb and her pulse began to rise. She wasn't too far from orgasm now, the first of likely many tonight.

Perhaps the patrons could tell, because more were beginning to gather. Each looked at her with some level of intrigue or attraction, apparently entertained by her show. The moose was even still here, though he'd moved to the back to prevent his antlers from blocking others' view. A few audience members were not-so-subtly rubbing the crotches of their pants as they looked on.

No matter her worries, the attention did feel good. She didn't have to hear their voices to see it in their eyes; all of them were enamored by her. By this adorable pup touching herself for them, trying to cum for them. They were a captive audience, anticipating that moment when she would howl for them. Maybe some of them wanted to be the one in there, pumping her cock and milking her for everything she had. Maybe some of them wanted to take her and fuck her the rest of the way to her orgasm.

Finally, Tazi felt a familiar pulse in her loins, and she chased it. The pup moved her handpaw up and down feverishly, a low ache growing in her arm. It only took a few more seconds for that first load to shoot out of her sex, and for her entire form to shake with the release. Her mouth went wide open and she howled, perhaps loud enough even to be heard over the music. Her eyes rolled back into her head, but she could see enough to notice the crowd outside clapping for her.

As she came down from climax, Tazi pulled the sleeve off her length, like she'd seen the fennec from the other night do. She playfully grabbed her still-pulsing dick in her handpaw and showed it off to the crowd, a dizzy smile on her maw. The reaction was cheers and hollers, along with a few people reaching into their pockets and wallets. The pup was a bit surprised at all the commotion, but happ-

That doberman.

Tazi locked eyes with a doberman near the back.

On a first glance the guy was nothing special. Tall, muscular, and wearing sunglasses he had slid up just to get a better look. But his body language was...menacing. He looked at her with a lust so intense, it was almost a completely unrecognizable expression. His entire form was tense as if to pounce. As if she were the toy to be fucked, not the sleeve in her grasp.

She wanted to be turned on by that even more, and usually she would be...if that were one of her friends. If that were a person she knew would treat her right. Someone who would go slow with her if she needed and care for her afterward Someone who may fuck her senseless, but at least with consideration for her safety. Someone who understood how fragile she was sometimes.

Of course, her anxiety could just be making her assume things. Maybe that doberman was a stand-up guy. But that canid body language was familiar, even if this was the first time the hound had seen it directed at her. The first time she saw someone who was obviously into her, and she didn't reciprocate that feeling back. Something about what that could mean scared her.

Soon it wasn't just him she noticed. It was a few members of the crowd, animals who might be good people. But also might not. And suddenly, it didn't feel as if there was a glass barrier between her and them at all.

Before Tazi could calm herself, she launched off the chair and scampered over to the wall. She managed to slide her quickly-retreating sex into panties, suddenly aware of how revealed she was. The pup flipped the light switch along the wall down and grabbed her coat before turning to the door and fleeing, not waiting for security to show up. She wasn't quite sure where to go, but one idea stuck out, and she took it.

***

Capra didn't bother lighting her joint as she stepped outside for her break. Instead she sat patiently in the cold for a while, enjoying the chance to breathe and not be surrounded by people. Nights like this reminded her why she preferred to work remotely.

The goat was beginning to think she might actually have the chance to relax when she heard hurried footsteps from the side of the building. She tensed up, but immediately relaxed upon seeing who it was. She raised a handpaw and stood in the approaching hound's path.

"Right here."

Tazi stopped a few feet in front of her, tears in the hound’s eyes catching what little light the street lamps provided. She opened her mouth to speak, but only whines came out.

"Did someone hurt you?" the goat asked pointedly.

Tazi managed to shake her head.

Capra sighed with relief, her breath visible. "Good, that was my main concern. You still don't look great though." She moved her arm to beckon the hound closer, but keeping enough distance to not actually touch Tazi. The goat led them both to the stairs leading up to the nearby door and sat her down.

"You want to talk about it? You don't have to, but you can." The goat reached into her pocket, pulled out a blunt, and offered it to Tazi. The hound looked it over before shaking her head again. It took a bit longer for her to get words out.

"N-nobody...did anything. I j-just...I got freaked out and-"

"Hey, remember what I told you?" the goat asked. "It's about comfort. Yeah the client's comfort, but yours too. If you don't like what's going on, you get the fuck out. And it sounds like that's what you did."

There was silence for a few moments before Tazi shifted, resting her head in her handpaws. "I...I didn't think I would react like that. Like, usually when I do sex stuff, I can just lose myself in the feeling, you know? B-but for some reason I couldn't?"

Capra nodded knowingly. "Like you couldn't drop your defenses? Probably 'cause from the beginning you didn't really feel safe. And shit, I don't blame you."

"How do you do it?" the hound asked. "How do you get on stage and you're just okay? How do you do it on camera!?"

"You want the short answer or the ‘I give a fuck about you’ answer?" the goat asked, pulling out a blunt for herself in advance.

"Do...do you care about me?" Tazi asked, finally turning to look at her.

"As much as any other girl starting out. 'Specially girls like us," Capra said, shrugging. "If I can keep you from getting hurt, why wouldn't I?"

Seeing Tazi not interrupt her, she continued. "I've been...a worker pretty much as long as I've been an adult. Used to do escort, y'know, fucking guys in two star hotels. After doing that for a bit, I got the money for a decent place to stay and worked at a strip club."

"And then once I could afford the surgery to get these," Capra said, squeezing one breast in her handpaw, "I moved most of my stuff online. Safer, and just easier to be honest. Which it sounds like is how you know me. Sorry about how I acted the other night, by the way."

Tazi's jaw drifted open at the apology. "Huh?"

"I shouldn't have bitched at you about not paying for my shit. I mean, you definitely should. You should pay every worker you watch if you can afford it. But I don't know your money situation, and shit, finding trans porn is hard enough as is. I know, trust me." Capra fished in one of her other pockets for a lighter, producing it as she finished the sentence.

“It's just that…cam work is kinda how I pay the bills. So I hear about people not giving me that money that I rely on to live and…yeah. Sorry again.” The goat sparked up, taking a hit and letting the smoke go in a heavy sigh.

"I...I forgive you. And I'm sorry too for not supporting you. I...could be. I should be." Tazi hadn't even thought about it until that night, but the goat had a point. She always saw camgirls getting trash talked online, she could only imagine how much worse it was actually being one.

"If it helps...every dollar you give me is a dollar towards getting the fuck away from here." Capra hit the side of the building to drive the point home, shaking her handpaw off after. "That's why I signed up for this milking bullshit anyways. Figured my body was just right for it, and I'm not far off now from the cash to skip town for good."

Tazi whimpered. "But why? This place isn't so bad."

"Maybe for you, but I need a fresh start. And these old warehouses ain't the only thing rotten around here." Capra sighed into the night, her breath appearing in front of both women as a cloud of mist and smoke.

"You cold, girl?" the goat asked after another lapse.

"Uh...y-yeah, just...been distracted from it," Tazi admitted.

"Alright, you got a place to stay? I'll pay for your ride back."

The hound's eyes widened. "But what about the rest of my shift?"

"Ohhhh no, you and I both know you can't go back in there. At least not tonight. You should be somewhere with some people you feel safe around, if you got people like that." The goat began taking out her phone, looking for her ridesharing app.

"I do b-but…what's Dylus gonna do?! What am I gonna do? I...well I don't need the money but it would be nice," Tazi admitted.

"Before you get back in there, I got some more stuff I should teach you. Make sure you're ready. Or if you're not ready, find you some other work." After a bit more tapping, the goat looked back to Tazi. "So where you want to be dropped off? And shit, what's your name and 'nouns? You never told me."

"I-its okay, really! I'll call my friend and he'll come pick me up. I gotta get my phone anyways, I left it in the room...and it's Tazi. She/her." The hound gave a soft smile. Something about the way Capra asked her was just...really nice and considerate. That was exactly what she needed right now.

The goat nodded. "You already know but...Capra. She/her." She slid her phone into her pocket before gesturing towards the door. "Now go grab your phone before Dylus' scaly ass pawns it. Get your friend to pick you up back here, and I'm waiting with you until he shows up."

Tazi immediately began moving to follow Capra’s instructions, even if she had some apprehensions. "But don't you still have to go on-"

"The only things I have to do is stay fruity and die," Capra responded without hesitation. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Tazi could have sworn she saw a grin on that black and white muzzle.

***

Tazi really wasn’t sure about a plan that involved marching up to Dylus’ office and making demands. Especially since she was pretty sure the croc was pissed at her for abandoning her last shift. But Capra had been adamant that she would handle it, and this was the best way to keep him off her back. And the hound was admittedly very weak to pretty women telling her what to do.

"A combined scene...never thought about that.." Dylus pushed his handclaws together, looking between the two other animals in his office.

"You could make a whole event out of it and everything," Capra said, putting on a marketer’s voice. "Raffle off tickets maybe. The potential turnover on this is huge, especially since all you need to provide is space...and security." She glanced at Tazi at that last part and nodded.

The hound was taking a backseat in negotiations, but she appreciated that. Even if Capra was spearheading this, it still felt like Tazi’s voice meant something.

"And y'all are sure you'll produce more than usual? Tazi still owes me for last night," Dylus pointed out.

Capra swallowed her ire, instead grinning. "Positive. I'll make sure this cutie is milked for every drop she's got." The goat drove the point home by leaning over and squeezing Tazi on the shoulder. Capra had told the hound in advance she might try something like that, but that didn't make her scream any less internally at the goat's words. She almost missed Dylus' question.

"Girlie, you can do this? I'm gonna try to pack that lil' office like a sardine's ass."

The hound nodded. "Yep! I'll...we'll perform the entire night!" She was a lot more confident in that than the last promise she'd made to the croc.

"Alright then..." Dylus pretended to consider their offer for a few seconds, but his mind was already made up. "Let's do it."

Tazi's heart soared. It was Capra who first pitched the idea, and she could hardly believe it. Getting to do a scene with one of her favorite pornstars? But it seemed like somehow, everything was lining up to make it happen.

"Let's say...a week from now. I'll take care of all the logistics, y'all just keep doin' whatever it is to make yaselves pretty and save that cum. Plus milk for you, miss thing," he said, pointing at Capra. "I expect a lot from you two! And trust me, it's in your best interests to make sure those expectations get met.”

***

The next week went by quickly, which was both a good and bad thing in Tazi's eyes. Good because she was ready to redeem herself and beyond excited for the scene. She'd even re-watched some of her favorite videos of Capra's to prepare. Bad because not cumming for a week was basically torture to her, especially after watching some of the hottest porn she'd ever seen.

From her "research", the goat was a pretty consistent domme, and even though she had a few videos with men, she was definitely more on the sapphic side. Capra had promised she'd "take care" of most of the details, but the hound couldn't help herself from occasionally texting her throughout the week with scene ideas.

Tazi: Link (Hottie Capra Cummings Turns Pup into Her Breeding Bitch - Yifftube)

Tazi: I think it'd be super hot if we did a scene kind of like you did here wby :3

Capra: Ty for not sending one of the ones where they call me slurs in the title

Capra: Girl this is the third pupplay vid youve sent me

Capra: I guess the collar aint just for show huh

Tazi: Omg you noticed???

Capra: Its literally been on you every time ive seen you

Capra: So do I need to get your handlers permission to play with you or did I find myself a cute little stray

It took Tazi a day to respond to that one; each time she tried to look at it, it made her swoon and melt all over again.

But Capra’s comment wasn’t completely unfounded. Tazi's lack of sexual activity was noticed, and eventually asked about enough that she came clean to the entire house. She told her roommates all about her job, from the questionable working conditions to a boss that felt like a sitcom character. Reception was mixed, but ultimately supportive, especially since it'd apparently gotten her a new friend. Once it came to light that Mur was the one who first got her into the business, though, they caught their fair share of flack.

Perhaps that's why, the night of, Mur insisted they come with Tazi to help her and Capra set up the performance. They even paid Pogono in advance, as a sign of good faith. As the dragon's van approached that deceptively-derelict warehouse, the hound's thoughts were not on how big the crowd might be or how long she might be working, but on how much fun tonight was going to be.

After being dropped off, Mur and Tazi headed straight for the top floor, the lemur only suppressing the urge to flip off security for Tazi's sake. They made their way into the office-turned-theater, and there Capra was already hard at work. She'd placed a few items out on the pallet, and was currently working to set something bigger up.

Noticing the two come in, the goat waved. "Tazi! And...friend of Tazi's I assume?"

Mur gave a cheeky thumbs up. "Mur! He/she/they/fucker, I kinda don't care. Here to help with setup!"

Capra nodded. "Alright, you can help me with this then. Tazi, go ahead and get familiar with everything I've laid out."

The hound separated from Mur, looking over what was all sex paraphernalia at closer glance. Fancy lube, condoms, a vibrating butt plug, a...tennis ball. Paw print mittens. A dog bowl.

"Aroo?" was all the hound could manage to get out, a deep blush coloring her muzzle.

Capra couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "I did end up taking some of your suggestions," the goat said, pausing her and Mur’s work to pull something large and folded from her bag. Seeing Tazi’s complete shock, she left the lemur to it and strode a bit closer.

“I wasn’t entirely joking about your handler though, Tazi. If you don’t feel comfortable doing pet stuff with me, we don’t have to. I know for some people it’s very personal.”

The hound finally resumed rational thought, looking up at Capra. How could she be such a tease one moment and completely sincere the next?

“W-well…maybe not all this stuff. But I do want to be your…your pup, mistress,” Tazi managed to squeak out.

The goat nodded. “How about no props then, just some role playing?”

“That sounds…good! I’d love that!” That felt like a good starting point. At least compared to the more hardcore stuff Tazi usually did with her housemates.

“Then there it is! Thank you for setting boundaries with me, pup, I really do appreciate it,” Capra said, drawing out her deep voice. Tazi was once again reminded how much she needed more mysterious trans women to call her 'pup'.

Mur, meanwhile, finally managed to wedge the thing out of Capra’s bag and began unfolding it on stage, revealing it to be a massage table. "Damn, how do you girls make even negotiations sexy?" they asked.

"I think it's a sign that someone’s been very well trained." As she spoke, Capra began collecting most of the pet play toys and putting them back in her bag.

Before Tazi's cheeks could get any redder, she changed the subject. "O-okay, um! Anything I can do to help get us ready?"

After closing her duffle, the goat looked around the room. "I think we're good, we just need Dylus' milking stuff. He uses a custom one for me on account of..." She finished her sentence by pulling up her shirt to flash her stomach nipples.

"Oh he must like you huh," Mur asked jokingly. "Or at least likes how much you make him."

"How'd you even become friends with a guy like that, Mur?" Tazi couldn't help but ask. "You're like...cool. Not slimy. And you hate money."

"Grew up on the same block, I helped him out of some shit and he's never forgotten about me," the lemur explained. "It's kinda funny how we both came from a place that didn't have shit and ended up with completely different worldviews. Though honestly, I'm not doing that much better than I was growing up, and I guess he isn't if he's gotta resort to a fuckin' underground cum-milking ring."

Capra gave a forced, cynical laugh. "He's...decent. I've dealt with better. I've dealt with a lot worse. At least he doesn't call me slurs…to my face."

“Honestly Tazi, that's one of the reasons I introduced him to you. Always been respectful enough of queer folk, of me at least,” Mur said. “First red flag should have been how his boys treated us that first night, huh?”

"He’s been nice enough I guess. At least when money wasn’t involved,” Tazi said. “But god, he’s just got this energy. His laugh, the weird jokes…hey Mur, did he always have the whole..." she began, handpaws twirling as she looked for the right words, "...look he's got now? Like with the cheap suit and the fake cane..."

"Oh, the cane's real actually. Did I not tell you he was in the military for a little bit?" Mur asked, face completely serious.

“Shit, it is?” Even Capra was surprised.

"Huh. I um. I thought it was a prop," Tazi admitted. "And I thought what he said about being in the service was like another joke."

"Nah, I know he's got the OG pimp look up, down, and to the bank, but the cane's not just for show."

"The more you know," Capra said sardonically as she took a seat on the table.

"Yeah, after he came back from bootlickin' I met up with him again, and-" Mur began, launching into a story that would bring the three of them right up to showtime.

***

As Mur disappeared into the crowd beginning to trickle into the theater, Tazi and Capra went into the walled off area acting as their backstage. Dylus came in through a side entrance cane first, a pair of men behind him carrying the milking equipment.

"I got a full house, milk 'em dry ladies! There shouldn't be a full wallet in here by the end of the night. Or a full nutsack between the two of you!" He gave his full-toothed laugh as his lackeys handed the devices over to Capra and Tazi.

“Like I told you Dylus. Every drop.” Capra said, giving Tazi a warm grin.

The hound grinned in response and turned to meet the croc’s gaze. “You won’t know what to do with all of it!” For the first time, she felt like she meant her words to him.

“I like the sound of that! Shame I got to run the main floor, otherwise I’d save myself the best seat in the house!” With that, Dylus turned and walked the way he came, his guards following after.

“I know I call this place The Barn, but it's gals like y’all who turn it into my little gold mine!”

After he was gone, the goat dropped her smiley facade and closed her eyes. “Asshat,” she muttered under her breath before turning towards Tazi. "You ready?"

Tazi collected herself, nodding. Despite the din of the crowd outside, she felt much more comfortable than a week ago. "Yeah, I am!"

"Good girl," the goat said with a sultry twang, using her free hand to flip Tazi's collar to 'Pup'. "I’ll be calling you that the rest of the night. The safeword is 'Lactose'. You call it and we stop right then and there, damn what anyone has to say about it."

After seeing Tazi nod, Capra walked out onto the stage. "How we doing tonight folks?"

The hound followed after a beat, soaking in the atmosphere. The industrial lighting was made into a spotlight. The old wooden pallet turned into the stage. The plastic chairs turned into a theater. And she and Capra had become the night's entertainment.

"Usually I'm a solo act, but I've got this adorable little milking assistant with me tonight. Everyone, say hello to pup here!" As the goat spoke, she was finishing attaching the various suction cups to her nipples. The cocksleeve was already on and working on her equine-esque sex.

The room filled with clapping, and there were a few actual greetings. Looking into the audience, it was about the same clientele as those she'd seen on the main floor, although some seemed like they tried to dress up. There was also one very supportive lemur who somehow managed to grab a seat in the front row.

"Pup, could you set down your toys and get up on this table for me right here?" Capra patted the surface twice, and Tazi's training immediately kicked in. Without thinking, the pup strode over and hopped on the massage table on all fours.

"Oh look, she already knows what to do! Your trainer did so well with you..." Tazi had seen pretty much all of Capra's pupplay content she could, but she was still amazed how good the goat was at this. She barked obediently, watching as Capra picked up the sleeve of her milking machine and began lubricating it.

"Already excited too...how long has it been since you were milked, puppy?" Before Tazi could form a proper answer, the masterbator slid onto her length and began automatically moving along it with the press of a button. This one somehow felt like the best of both worlds between the two sleeves she'd been milked with before; it was both tight and wonderfully textured.

Capra chuckled and hummed at Tazi's outburst of groans and whines, pumping her hand in time with the automated movements of the machine. "There you go. Very good, feel it go back and forth. Just pay attention to how good that feels and how much you want to cum for me." A sort of practiced confidence and care crept into the goat's every movement, word, and action.

Between that soothing voice and the wonderful feeling of the masterbator, it was hard for Tazi to focus on much else. Slowly but surely, she felt her active mind wane and the desire for pleasure take over. Her tongue lolled, her eyes lost focus, and her body began to thrust in time with the machine. She could almost hear Rufina’s voice in the back of her head, coaxing all the thoughts out of her brain and helping her be the perfect puppy.

"That's it! Yes, hump it." Capra smiled, grabbing the sleeve with both hands and flicking off its automatic motions. "Fuck it like a good little bitch in heat, okay?"

Tazi didn't need to be told twice. The pup bent down, ass rising as her upper body fell, and she supported herself on her forearms. Tazi grit her teeth as she began rutting the sleeve, rapidly thrusting her hips in and out of it. Capra managed to keep it still, leaving her to only worry about fucking the machine as best she could. The faster the hound went, the better that rubbing and squeezing sensation felt against her dick. And the more she needed to penetrate it again and again.

Once she was on the edge, Tazi pumped against the sleeve wildly, eager for release. She managed to spare a look at Capra, who from the throbs of her own sex, was certainly enjoying the pup's performance.

"You close, pup? Huh? You gonna cum for me? You gonna give me all that puppy cum?"

Tazi didn't need to respond with words; her answer was sinking her knot in past the outer threshold of the toy and howling. Her entire body seized as she came, dumping a week's worth of saved seed into the pocket pussy. The wave of pleasure washed through her in wave after wave, rewarding her for being the perfect milking pup.

"Mmm, you're so fucking good babe," Capra complemented, letting go of the milking sleeve. One handpaw pet Tazi's head while the other began moving her own sleeve as she approached her own climax. The goat hopped up onto the other end of the table and sat. After a minute of touching herself and allowing Tazi to recover, she bleated.

"Pup...you wanna help milk me?" Tazi felt winded from such an intense orgasm...but the request immediately restored some of her energy. She managed to shift her body to sit off the side of the table, not bothering to pull the sleeve off her knot. She leaned in close to Capra, awaiting instructions.

Capra simply grinned, peeling a suction cup off of one of her breasts and presenting it to Tazi. A small trickle of goat milk fell from it, and the pup was more than happy to help herself. She closed her mouth around Capra's nipple and began sucking.

The taste of the goat's milk was definitely different from what she expected. Sour, but with sweet notes, and an incredible creaminess. Thankfully, Tazi just got more as she sucked, with the goat beginning to mumble and groan in all sorts of wonderful ways. Each pass of that puppy tongue, each motion and movement of her mouth, granted her another small squirt of that wonderfully thick milk.

The stimulation in one of her most sensitive spots spread pleasure across the rest of Capra's body too. Her other nipples ached and squirted even harder as they were milked by machine. And her sex twitched and bulged, leaking pre unceasingly. If she could think clearly, she’d be surprised just how good Tazi was at pressing her buttons. The goat wanted to hold out just a bit longer, but the growing bliss was all-consuming.

With a bleat near as loud as Tazi's howl, Capra came, each and every milkable part of her squirting and filling her silos. An earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her. As she climaxed, the pup drank freely of her milk, feasting on the reward for her hard work.

Capra took a long while to speak, no thanks to the machines continuing to milk her even after she'd given so much. Once she was able, she gently pushed Tazi off her body and gave the pup a winded but wide smile. "Good fucking girl."

Before Tazi could respond, the goat leaned in and kissed her. The pup accepted it without thinking, surprising even herself as their lips touched. The taste of milk was drowned in the flavor of Capra’s saliva. Teeth nibbled flesh. Tongues danced and pirouetted. Two women soaked in the moment, and each other's bodies. Even though they had so many eyes on them, the moment truly felt like it was just between the two of them.

When Capra finally pulled apart again, she turned towards the crowd. Tazi hadn't noticed until now, but the front of the stage was littered with dollar bills.

"Y'all enjoying the show?"

The response was an uproar of applause and outcries. Tazi noticed a few of those beyond-lustful gazes in the audience – more than a few – but they weren't so intimidating right now.

Especially not after Capra turned and looked at her, asking, "And what about you pup? You enjoying it?"

Tazi's bark was one of pure joy.

"Good! Because I've still got to drain those balls of yours. You ever had your prostate milked?"

***

The cleanup after the show was fairly easy; Tazi and Capra had been pretty diligent about getting most of their fluids where they were supposed to be. All their silos were just about filled to capacity, though neither was really paying attention to that. As the crowd filtered out, the two sat together offstage, leaning on each other for some much needed support. Even Mur apparently wanted to give them some time for aftercare.

"...god, that was good. Whew. You alright?" Capra asked, glancing over to the hound. Tazi nodded silently, still finding trouble forming words.

"I hope you had as good a time as I did," the goat said. "Working is...it's about being comfortable, like I said before, but it's also about providing comfort. Making the client feel good, about themself, their body, all of it. The sex is just a vehicle for that. So I hope I could do that for you, Tazi."

The hound smiled at that explanation. She had noticed that in Capra's actions. The goat was so careful, so slow and intentional, even in her complete dominance. It was like she wanted to make sure Tazi felt happy and safe enough to put down her walls.

The two sat in understanding silence for a while, enjoying each other's company. Tazi was the one to break the silence after. "So...what next?"

Capra shot her a confused glance.

The hound had to take a breath before speaking, a little hesitant to even ask. "Well, we just did all that together. I...really liked it. It sounds like you liked it. So...maybe we can keep doing shows together? I-if you’d like?"

The goat hummed as she thought about that. "I wouldn't mind it, honestly. But maybe not here. I'm gettin' sick of this place, feels like the work ain't worth the money. If I want to have a really good night here, it means basically no camshows for a few days so I can save up milk n’ cum. And plus, part of the appeal of all this is I don't gotta have a boss."

Tazi nodded along. "Yeah I...think I'm done with the Barn too."

"Probably should have been a red flag when Dylus told me he was gonna 'milk me dry' the first day, huh?" The goat laughed harshly, leaning back into Tazi.

"Yeah, well, I missed that flag too," Tazi said, laughing along.

"...fuck it. We keep talking about how much shit could be worse, but how about all the ways it could be better? All the ways we deserve better.” The goat’s expression curved into a conniving, fierce smirk. “Once I get my cut from tonight, I'm never showing my face here again. You got my number. Hit me up if you ever want to get on one of my streams."

The hound's eyes widened. She fought the star-struck awe building up in her and forced herself to answer. "Um, mhm, yeah! Sure!"

Capra smiled fully, her white teeth a shining contrast to her dark fur. "God, you remind me of my college days...except I guess I didn't have a kinky old goat to look after me."

Tazi smiled right back, admiration and gratitude welling within her, even beyond her wonder for this amazing woman. This whole Barn situation had been messy, but it'd gotten her a lot more than it drained. A lot of experience, a little money, a mentor, and even a new friend.

"I’m really glad for that kinky old goat," Tazi said, leaning softly into Capra.