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The room is dark mostly, beyond the square of light which falls from the streetlamp overhead down through the single skylight, illuminating just the polished concrete floor and the corner of a plain flat desk protruding out of the shadows. Everything else fades to black in the distance as the light bounces into nothingness, radiosity falling rapidly away.

There is a distinctive click as the squirrel places the item she is carrying on the corner of the desk, with all the careful precision of two fingertips. She is lithe, the squirrel, and her beautiful-groomed pelt is glossy and in no way obscured by clothing. Surprisingly blue eyes gleam as she moves under the light; her hair is a stunning pale shade of auburn.

The sound of the tiny object set upon the polished wood is quite distinctive, as is the green fire that briefly moves off the flaws winding through its depths and the exact hexagonal cross-section, but it is only visible for a second or two before she steps in front of it.

The bat who has been waiting patiently in the darkness flares her wings, greed stirring in her heart. A lack of lighting is nothing for her to fear, even if she is a little out of practice at the swift tongue clicks that would illuminate the space around her, but there's just something about being kept waiting in the shadows, naked. She's taller than the squirrel, definitely, and reassures herself that she is definitely more the woman, bigger breasts, wider hips. And yet, there's just something about her latest client, an intensity that sets her on edge. Afraid? Maybe just a little.

The trouble with precious stones is that by and large they are relatively tiny, easy to hide. Which is why they've reached this agreement, oh-so-eminently practical, of making final disposition of the gems without any clothing to get in the way. But what seemed so obvious and straight-forward in the light of day is different with the darkness and the edge of nerves, after the adrenaline rush.

"You get this for your services," says the squirrel, nodding briefly back towards the desk. "But I'm minded to ask you for something a little extra. Nothing out of your usual line of work, but do this well and I'll see you're free and clear. Hell, maybe I'll even owe you a favor."

Somehow she expected this. She's seen her share of street-corners and been on the game plenty of times, but no matter how far she gets from her origins, everyone always wants some.

"Okay," she sighs. "But I really hoped I was done with this."

"Don't pussy out on me," orders the squirrel in demanding tones. "You're getting paid plenty. I'd be well within my rights to insist on searching every single crevice."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Lie down on your back on the concrete."

The bat obeys, finding the polished surface cold and surprisingly hard as she guesses the distance wrongly by an inch or two, sprawling on her well-padded ass, then leans back and stretches out her arms and legs. She looks upward into the skylight, but the neon scattering from overhead blots out any view of the stars. She feels like a sacrifice on a slab, but the fact that they are dressed only in their fur makes it just as hard to conceal hidden daggers.

The squirrel girl crouches down over her right thigh, then lowers her crotch, just a little, so the bat can feel rough auburn pussy-hair grinding against the most sensitive part of her white-furred inner thigh. She works herself against the skin a few times, then gently slides ticklish fingers behind the bats left knee and makes her involuntarily spread her legs with little or no effort. "You're so damn easy," the squirrel insults her, as she snuggles deeper and hot pussy-lips meet in an explicit wet kiss. "I was frigging myself for five minutes before I came in and you're already wetter than me. I guess it's true what they say, once a whore, always a whore."

Annoyed at being called a whore, despite the fact that she really is wet with a combination of greed and lust, the bat decides to show her most recent client a little trick she picked up from her first mistress, the one she 'indentured' herself to after she realized exactly where her skills might lie - on her back. Using her wings as air-break leverage, she swiftly and instantly reverses their respective positions, so that now it's the squirrel on her back with one leg in the air and her cunt being used, and she's the one sitting forward dominantly.

"Oh, the terrible rushing of dark wings," observes the squirrel mockingly. "Upset because I called you a whore, whore? Because you're enjoying this, you really are. You haven't stopped humping my cunt for a second."

This, the bat realizes, is damningly true. She's grinding her hips rhythmically and smoothly into the squirrel girls hot juicy snatch with almost no upper body support whatsoever, just the legs wrapped around her, and she hasn't paused for an instant since they started. In fact she isn't even thinking about it at all, she just wants to keep going.

"You may now lick my toes clean, whore," offers the squirrel, extending the arch of her foot to press quite uncomfortably against her up-pointed nose, and so defiantly the bat girl finds herself doing just that, working a long pointed tongue that would normally be found inside a melon or some half-coconut drink around the recessed pads of the squirrels toes. It seems that the squirrel hasn't bothered to change her socks lately or take a shower, because the rich scent between the pads is enough to daze her slightly, but she just keeps licking and she has no idea why, rubbing her muzzle into the squirrel girls oddly attractive toes and trying to rub as much of the scent as possible off on herself.

She's still thrusting and rippling her hips, she just can't stop, as she runs her tongue all over the dirty undersides of the squirrel girls foot, across the heel, up along the arch, and suckles and kisses on her big toe. This, especially, gives her some sort of perverse oral satisfaction and she sets in to suck on the hot squirrel girls toes for a while, feeling the paw-pads brush against her tongue inside her mouth with that unique taste of squirrel, feeling out the contours of tiny sheathed squirrel-claws.

"You're such a slut," murmurs the squirrel girl, almost as a compliment and quite despite herself. "I bet I could do just about anything and you'd get off on it. Keep licking, bitch."

The bat is just starting to feel a little embarrassed by a rising warmth between her thighs - having an actual orgasm is unprofessional in a whore, it's more correct to fake it - when the squirrel cums first with predictable consequences, abdominal muscles clenching, engorged pink nipples heaving, eyes wide shut. It seems to have been quite an enjoyable one, in her personal opinion.

"Oh damn I enjoyed that," moans the squirrel. "Like a warm foot massage.. and a wet tongue fuck.. all at once.. you're such a good whore."

Frankly, this girl just loves using the word whore a little too much, the bat thinks to herself tartly, but restrains the angry words she longs to use. "Do I get my jewels now?" she asks instead through the space between the squirrel girls biggest and next-biggest toes, still tonguing them gently as a warm-down. Thinking about just how much the jewels are worth fills her with a warm and arousing glow inside considerably better than what she's currently feeling in the way of sexual relief.

"Not quite yet. You've done an excellent job and there's just one more thing I'd like to try."

The bat finds herself very much doubting that. Perhaps this wasn't a very good idea at all, in fact, but now that she's nearly finished anyway she might as well just get it over with. So she shapes her muzzle into that empty false smile that marks the true professional and looks the squirrel in the eye.

"I enjoyed that very much. What would you like me to do next?"

"Get down on your hands and knees. Yes, like that. Knees further apart... oh yes, you have such a big juicy wide cunt. You've taken it all, haven't you? It's absolutely perfect. Now hold still and look forward...just like that..."

The bat raises her wings and braces herself, but she couldn't ever be prepared for what's about to happen next.

Because she's being obedient, and finds herself falling once again into the proper submissiveness of a whore, she simply complies and is just staring acceptingly into the darkness when, behind her, the squirrel girl lines herself up and then, with astounding force and precision, kicks her incredibly accurately right between the legs. The squirrels leading toe is the one she was just licking on, all warm and wet and slobbery, and it is followed by four more just like it as the girls foot is rammed halfway up her cunt to the mid-arch, at which point even her much-loosened pussy clenches up and refuses to take it any more.

The bats eyes widen, and then she screams as the impact bruises her cunt and she falls forward onto her chin with her arms trapped under her prodigious breasts. Just as suddenly as when she flipped her over earlier, the squirrel is now in complete change again, pushing forward and probing with her toes, pinning her to the ground with that foot in her ass. She doesn't dare move as she whimpers in pain from the sudden and brutal intrusion.

But the squirrel isn't done yet. Before the shock of being kicked in her most intimate and sensitive places made her clench up, she was wet and ready, and the squirrel starts moving her foot, slowly, back and forth. It's incredibly painful and totally inescapable, and worse yet, it's starting to turn her on again. The squirrel girl has her arms crossed under her breasts, hefting them up as she looks down at her with total disdain, exerting complete domination using only the pads of her toes.

"You really, truly are a complete whore," the squirrel girl observes in amazement, watching as the bat tries to reach between her legs and cup the agonizing spot where she's been kicked, only to find a foot in the way... and then start up with a sort of foot massage using her thumbs, trying futilely to masturbate herself using the squirrel girls extended arch as a fucktoy. It's a lost cause, because the squirrel girl is in absolute control. Tears trickle from the corners of the bats otherwise beautifully made up eyes, causing the mascara to run down the sides of her muzzle.

"Yes mistress, I truly am a complete whore!" she begs desperately. "Please get me off!"

"And you really, truly do get off on anything I could possibly do to you, no matter what?" asks the squirrel experimentally, wriggling her tightly-pinched toes inside the living, stretchy pink sock of her new playthings cunt.

"Yes mistress! If you came on the floor and ordered me to lick it up, I would do it and then beg for more! Please! Oh... oh... oh...!"

The bat is starting to pant and sob from pain more than pleasure as her orgasm finally approaches, all thoughts of professionalism driven from her head. The squirrel just keeps pushing her toes in deeper and deeper, flexing them, moving them, pressing against the bruises she already made. The bats outer pussy lips are stretched thin, just a hair away from tearing, and something has to give.

Her cry of climax is shrill and high-pitched, seemingly unchoked by the tears that are still running down her face. Clear fluids spurt uncontrollably out from inside her and the squirrel girls foot is squeezed forcefully out of her cunt by the pressure of spraying cum and clenching velvet walls.

"You nearly broke my foot, bitch," the squirrel tells her contemplatively, then kicks her again in the same place, only non-penetratively this time. Which just makes her gasp and cum again.

All in all, it's several hours before their deal is finally completed. The squirrel makes the bat lick her feet clean again, this time for much, much longer, then positions her on all fours once more. But just as she's getting really terrified and turned on again, she discovers that she's only expected to lick up her own puddle of spilled juices, which she can hardly object to since she did offer to do almost exactly that in the first place. Only once the polished surface is so clean she can faintly see her reflection in it, does the squirrel allow her to start eating her out, and only once the squirrel can't possibly manage another orgasm does she allow her to stop, with sticky wetness half-dried and matted all over her muzzle and smears of mascara everywhere.

She's still on her knees, trying to catch her breath when the squirrel finally disappears back into the shadows. But she just can't tear her gaze away from the green glitter of the gem on the table.

"Rouge, you are totally my bitch," the squirrel laughs to herself in amazement as she walks away. "They always said you'd do literally anything for a chaos emerald, and I guess they were right."

-Inspired by the artworks of GenkiMan800 at http://www.sofurry.com/view/648542