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I hissed at the expected push. Then, I released a high-pitched moan. The kind he would like. Darren's hard girth stretched me wide in uneven thrusts. I stifled a few yelps, then drowned my low groans directly into a pillow while slamming my hips back against the eager timber wolf, letting him spread me further, spread me deeper. I barely reacted to feeling him grasp my raised tail hard like a fluffy, unkempt joystick. "Hngh! Hngh! Mmmfh! Fuck! Fuck!" A yelp escaped my muffled muzzle. "Little easy there," I warned through the pillow. "Quiet, Noah," he grunted mid-thrust, but did as asked, slowing his movements enough to make it burn a little less. "Ohoho, f-fuck...Mfh, just...just like a real...Hngh! Hngh!" I was the town whore. Specifically, the town whore of what remained of Yankton Valley, a South Dakotan town along the Missouri River. Even before the Blackout, the Collapse, the New Dark Ages-whatever people called it nowadays-several years prior, I regularly sold my tail in exchange for cold hard cash. It had not been long after I graduated high school when my mom passed away. She left me not only the house, but later her profession when it became clear that cashiering at the dollar store wouldn't pay the bills. A shit town like Yankton Valley and the other unincorporated potholes didn't have many prospects. Plus, the economy remained in shambles due to all the storms and natural disasters brewing, and everyone still acting like the end wasn't nigh. Honestly, it felt inevitable. We were both red foxes. I never knew my father. It seemed inevitable when I got desperate for money. Mom did it while I grew up and I ended up falling to the line of work too, only my services were a lot more discreet and unspoken. All the supposedly straight and God-fearing men of Yankton Valley went to Noah Berkley to 'relieve stress' in ways their wives and girlfriends couldn't provide. Or when they didn't want to. Darren didn't hold back after a while. He let out a series of hungry snarls as I repeatedly clenched around his dick. They grew louder will each slam against my poor prostate. Thank Christ he bothered to wait and let me lube myself with a bit of olive oil. Otherwise, he would've hurt me more. "Grrrrr, tight b-bitch!" he snarled hoarsely. "Gonna nut soon, gonna-Ohh, fuck...!" Sharp wolf fangs bit into my neck. I yelped deliriously and quivered in passing fear. This was normal. He didn't bite down hard enough to pierce my skin. At least not yet. Darren was focused on thrusting faster and harder inside me. He dominated me and covered us in a layer of musk and dripping sweat. He eventually let go of my bruised neck and panted raggedly, his lungs out of breath. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Nngh! Here! Comes! My! Ahhhnnnngh!" Darren pounded into me two more times before collapsing forward. His larger body began smothering me. His hips wiggled while that one-shot wolf cock of his emptied a hot load inside me. "Ahhhhhh! Mmmm, fuck..." My long red hair and effeminate mannerisms helped many customers pretend I was a girl. Darren was no exception, actually sniffing the back of my neck for faint traces of perfume. As he did so, my left paw furiously stroked my own cock and spurted a sizable load into my palm, then the towel and likely soaked through it to stain my blanket. Darren's flaccid wolf cock pulsed at feeling my tailhole spasm. His calloused paws lewdly groped my sides as he humped post-coitus. My mind was occupied, however, by the pleasure of being used by an older married man. The two of us lay there for a couple of minutes. Darren unceremoniously pulled his limp member from under my matted tail, groaning as he shifted onto his side. The room started to smell like man sex, shame, and what used to be cooking oil. Darren leaned over me slightly. His nose kissed the area of my neck where I'd been bitten. It made me wince slightly, then cuddle closer to his chest as he licked the faint wound, still inhaling my perfume. In the corner of my eye, I gazed at the sack-the one resting beside my nightstand-of different items Darren agreed to trade in exchange for my tail: grain, some vegetables from his wife's garden, a tiny bottle of tequila, and a couple dirty romance books. I wondered if I could trade the tequila for some more perfume the next time a trader stopped by our tiny corner of the world. Darren abruptly pulled his lips away from my shoulder, asking, "Y'okay, boy?" "Fine," I replied. "I'm fine...Little bit sore, but I'll live. Yah bite into me hard?" "No blood," he reassured me, not looking my way. "I'm not a brute like Luke." I let out a dry chuckle while sitting up. "No, yah ain't." Luke was a brown bear as fortified as a pre-apocalypse bodybuilder. The previous time he'd bred me, the bastard didn't bother being gentle. I ended up walking painfully funny for an entire week and bled for several hours. Though not before Darren and even the other men's wives chewed him out for hurting me. It reminded me how, despite the stoic silence and tense tolerance for my being openly gay in the mostly-conservative survivalist hamlet, everyone in Yankton Valley cared in their own way. I provided a service, after all; I became an outlet for the men to avoid impregnating their wives and girlfriends, avoiding more mouths to feed each winter. For the most part, none of them ever held it against me. At worst, a couple of the more church-preaching ladies liked whispering about me behind my back. It didn't even matter if it was an open secret that the town's Pastor Mark often visited me on Saturday Nights for 'weekend cleansing sessions'. They could never acknowledge that infidelity had its use. However, I apparently fell into another role, and I quickly found myself in it several times during the sweaty afterglow. It began like it always did with my customer suddenly talking. "Jeane's afraid of having another cub after Abby," Darren mentioned. "I am too." I paused with my stretching to turn towards the wolf, his graying back facing me as he sat atop the bed. Rather than roll my eyes at being Yankton Valley's designated therapist, I simply let out an understanding yip. The kind that told him I was listening. "What if the crops aren't stable next year?" Darren continued rambling. "What if she almost dies of infection after birth? Jeane's been visiting Hannah Higgins every day since the poor tigress lost her baby last winter. Couldn't've been any older than a year old. And Abby's only six. Even if we do decide to have another son or daughter, I'm scare-um...I'm worried. I dunno if it'll be worth a night of intimacy, risking bringing another poor soul into this damn world we live in...y'know? Between the shit storms, no medicine, raiders, colder winters, and hotter summers, and goddamn Denver enclavers south of us, I dunno if Jeane or I could risk more heartbreak." His paw blindly reached to squeeze my knee. It felt strong, almost making me shiver. I felt an urge to hug the big naked wolf from behind, tell him it was okay to be scared about raising a family in our strange new world. I nodded instead, despite him not seeing it. I wagged my tail and gave another understanding whimper, telling him I'd been listening as we sat in tense silence. He stood up too quickly next, rolling his neck and stretching those well-earned muscles of his. As always, I shamelessly watched his back flex and shine with drying sweat, especially on his perfect ass. If his bushy, unbrushed tail didn't block my view, anyhow. A part of me wondered if Darren knew, but didn't care, enjoying the attention. "Yer water still working fine?" he quickly asked, changing the conversation. "I heard from John that a fox we knew complained about loud pipes. Any of 'em acting up again?" I answered, "Only after I'm done showering. It works fine otherwise." "Figures," he said. "I can ask Ned to stop on by to check 'em out, if yet okay with it? He might ask yah do him a favor, but he'll be eager." Ever since the Blackout, and reality set in that no National Guard or U.S. Army would ever protect our dinky small town from marauders and harvesting mountain raiders, we all fell into our roles. Men like Darren and Luke protected the town with acquired rifles and weapons, some of them crude and medieval. The women who weren't savvy with firearms or heavy lifting, or men like me homesteaded or took care of maintaining the town. As the town whore though, my role guaranteed security and resources. Like pipe maintenance, for example. "Sure thing," I softly chuckled, licking my lips at the wolf. "I'll be helping Janine and Jacob out with clearing out their field, but I could be back before dusk. Tell Ned I'll leave the door unlocked. I'll be more than happy to test the pipes out with his help in the shower." Darren snorted. "Can do." He motioned for me to follow. "Mind uh, sharing?" My eyes lit up. I smiled, standing up to join him without another word. I followed closely behind the timber wolf, climbing into the stall with him as he turned the cold water on. The rumbling of the pipes didn't distract us from exchanging a quick kiss, followed by soaping each other's fur. I already started looked forward to his next appointment.