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"Dude, you're wasted." – A friendly but stern advice rang in his ear.
"Sh-UT thee-fuckup… No."
"I'm gonna take you home."
"Se-eethe, weeee-aak-uh-ling."
"You need to go to work tomorrow. Come on, I'll drive."
"Just on-One more!"
From a simple round of on-tap beers with his dear best friend and coworker on the human resources department it had gone to him gulping an entire bottle of absinthe.
Well, it would have been an entire bottle, if it wasn't because his marvelous friend had diluted it with water so that he didn't have a hepatic arrest. But such was the drinking problem of this poor son of God.
"Can you help me with him?" – He asked to the bartender, whose gaze had already noticed the sorry state of what seemed like a normal customer.
This was a small town bar, thirty clicks from the suburbs of the regional capital, away from the watching eyes of his fellow coworkers. So a tipsy unrestrained man would probably mean that something bad was going to go down.
Sadly they weren't going to allow this to happen again.
His friend and a pair of patrons made the superhuman effort to grab him limb for limb to carry him outside, where he struggled in spastic drunken stupor to get out from their combined grasp.
When he noticed that they were unrelenting, dead set on preventing yet another drunken behavior lawsuit, one of his four functioning braincells devised a machiavellian plan.
"Fu-No! I-uh-bah… Need to take a leak… Yeah-heh."
This time they made no effort to assist him, there was no point in aiding a drunken bastard in that, best case scenario the fucker would splash them.
So, the patrons who restrained him got inside the bar to resume their night, and his friend walked towards the old Corolla he used to bring them to the pristine out of town "Moonshine palace".
He stumbled his way until he stood in front of a small river that ran right next to the neon-illuminated canteen. He shook his head left to right to make sure that no one saw him and that there was no car on the road that would reveal what he was about to do.
The answer was no, so he did the most responsible thing according to his vodka-numbed brain, zipping down his pants aaaaand…
Ran towards the bar, again.
Of course, since he had never been this inebriated, he wasn't accustomed to the new abilities this state gave him.
In his brain, new ideas appeared, and one of those marvelous Nobel-winning schemes he was known for; was revealed. It was so masterful that he could only bet it was a gift from God himeself.
While he could just try and enter the building by the door in the front, he'd probably get kicked out immediately since, well, they already had gotten him out once.
So how would he get inside?
Simple! By going around the place to then try to open the service door.
The plan went terribly because there was someone on the back! One of the bartenders was taking a time to smoke a while.
But our trusty genius hero decided to put in place a patch for his master plan:
He just had to go and wait on a nearby alleyway in a street in the town proper.
Of course, he couldn't just wait there for hours on end in the cold of the night until the guy went into the bar again, so he searched for a place to stay.
Luckily for him, there is a very comfortable cardboard box with a few rags nearby, right next to a dumpster.
It's probably a hobo's house given the number of needles on the ground, but it would be enough to be comfortable and not get bitten by a rat. Or so he hoped.
The only problem is that he was still inebriated, tired from a day of work, and now he could feel the soft cloth underneath him.
Slowly, his eyes began to betray him, taking small naps. His body followed suit until his booze-laced breath then became yawns.
In a few minutes, he, the alcohol-overtaken rightful Lamb of God had gone to sleep.
His friend eventually just went home, knowing that he'd probably get taken into custody by police once he did something stupid.
So he slept aaaall night.
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For him it had been a short day of working, it was barely some minutes past noon.
No one had come to buy anything.
He knew that opening a bakery in a relatively rural town where everyone knew how to bake wasn't a good idea, though it should have been even more obvious for him when the town was called 'Pietown' and every Sunday there was a contest to make the best pie three hundred kilometers from here. But hell if he didn't want to accept that he had fucked up.
Every time someone went through the front of the shop window's he got anxious, and hopeful that they might enter and buy something. Only for them to ignore the place. Leaving him a mess of unfulfilled dreams.
Not even the ravenous rats wanted some cheap muffins to eat.
His ears fell down to his furred head, saddened by this feeling of unfulfillment.
In the five days his shop had been open, he hadn't sold more than four things, and three of them were tissues.
Only a fat bear cub had bought something edible. Was it some Mud Pie? Maybe some Chilenitos?
No.
The kid had given him ten bucks to let him fill his mouth with whipped cream.
He waged his tail before taking his apron off.
As he walked towards the service door he turned off the ovens too.
He was about to call it quits.
Fuck, he was about to kick the first trash can he saw when he got outside, one that probably was filled with rotten, wasted confectionery.
Until his nose picked off something.
It wasn't the sweet perfume of the vanilla scent from his failures as a vendor, no. It was… Heavy. It just flooded his very being, filling his lungs, causing his spine to shake and his tail to straighten.
A shockwave went from his paws all the way to his ears as he took a second, deeper breath.
He felt himself suddenly very aroused, as if he was in heat.
How? Had someone dropped a bottle of some black-market aphrodisiac on the street? Or doused themselves in it to attract someone?
Well, as pungent as the smell was, he still could track it. He was no dog, he was a cat, but his nose could still guide him.
He walked through the alley, getting closer to the origin of this beacon of intoxicating, orgasm-inducing aroma. His eyes almost teared up as he pressed his body to not react to this source of lusting thoughts.
His clothes began feeling restrictive, sweat tried to get off from him as the heat began rising, everything seemed to be slowing down. It was such the need that he felt that he would be jacking off if it wasn't because he still had public decency despite the utter state of his mind right now.
So when he finally reached the origin of this biological weapon, he wasn't surprised that a rat woman covered in dirty clothes was shlicking with one hand and prying the clothes out from the source with the other. All the while her mouth was occupied nibbling the thigh of this pleasure giver.
The source was obviously a person, there was no doubt of it.
But two seconds of looking at it carried a heavy revelation: It was a human.
One just like that of myths, or the erotic art on the internet that some people dressed up as and roleplay on the internet.
There was no way of mistaking one, un-furred body, hair only on the scalp, heavy but gentle and chiseled features, hairless hands, clawless, with long eyelashes, pinkish-bronze-like skin, with a big head over a bloated-hourglass frame.
Moreover, it was a male, because behind the scent of the mythical creature that was supposed to lord over all animals, being able to control them in their feral forms, turning them into the anthros they're today: there was the fragrance of something stiff that came as a warning that he was about to wake up.
That was when he snapped out of the horny stupor, his civilized inner self screaming that the hobo rat was molesting a sleeping person, which was rape, a crime!
"Hey, you, shoo! Get out!" – He scolded angrily, approaching the rat, ready to kick her if needed.
The rat lady hissed before noticing that it was a six-foot-tall cat speaking to her. He was still her predator, even if he wasn't muscular, he was pretty lanky, his hips were wide, almost categorizing him as female at first glance and he didn't know how to fight.
She ran quickly towards some bar nearby. Not before taking the pants of the human off, as she was about to do that before being interrupted. She'd probably use it to keep on masturbating.
This left him with this human.
A real human.
One that looked just wonderful.
A human that was still secreting all these pheromones.
Pheromones that poured into his body, shaking his very self down, calling for him to lose all ties to his civility.
The natural lube of that hobo was still on the ground, the mark of her nibbles too. She hadn't endured it and lost herself to her primal desires.
Would it be so bad if he got a taste of that? Just to satiate his curiosity?
After all, he could see that his grey boxers were hiding a third leg. One just waiting for him to take into the depths of his very being.
He was one for women, or so he told everyone, but was having an interest in the biology of such a creature: gay?
It obviously wasn't. It was just curiosity. So there'd be no problem if he approached, getting on all fours to slowly pry over the almost naked form of this gift from the heavens.
He licked his 'lips' once his head was directly above the waist of the sleeping beauty.
With one quick sniff it'd be enough.
Yeah…
His nose got millimeters short of touching his morning wood.
Then, he took a loooooong sniff.
Simple to say, his eyes went white for a second, his body struggled to contain the hormone shower, and his manhood just exploded thanks to this short exposure.
His eyes twitched, his entire body shivered, causing him to almost collapse onto the dirty floor of the alley.
Before he could get ashamed for creaming himself, he realized that there was someone watching him.
None other than the human was laying eyes on him.
He had woken up.
So he immediately shifted into panic mode.
"Hehe…" – He nervously giggled as the sudden realization of his degeneracy overtook his absolute state of lust over this human that was noticeably disgusted by this.
"Get. The-fuck. Away. From-me. Fucking gay-ass furbag."
His deep voice commanded him, and as if he was programmed to do so, he backed out, sitting right by his feet.
Eyebrows tilted down, clenching fists, he took some time to stand up correctly, but when he eventually did: the cat saw all the pant-less glory of a human.
Of course, this was the first thing he noticed. But he had a lot of questions other than his half-nakedness.
"Why the fuck were you sniffing me? Why the fuck are you in a fursuit, is this Canada? Where are my pants and what time is it?"
He responded by wagging his tail, much to the utter shock of his humanity, who is in as much disbelief as his head.
It just can't be a real cat! What the fuck! God wouldn't allow that kind of abomination to taint the Earth with its touch, would he?
To try to calm himself down, our cat-wink answered as slowly as he could without being condescending.
"I was… Only testing to see if you were alive… Yeah, that." – He miserably tried excusing his acts. – "I am not in a… 'Fursuit', this is my real fur." – To make his point more believable he pinched his skin and lifted it, showing that it wasn't a costume. – "Then, someone stole your pants and," – He then took a look at his phone. – "it is twelve seventeen p.m."
"IS IT CANADA THOUGH?" – The shout that came from him carried utter terror as if pleading to the skies themselves to not have been cursed by entering the leaf country.
"It isn't!" – The cat soothed his mind.
"Oh God, thank you." – With a clap he then looked upwards and prayed for some moments.
The reaction was weird, all of this was weird.
"Now, why are you a cat?" - He said as he faced the 'animal' again.
"I was born this way?"
"Fake and gay, you ain't no cat, you can't fool me."
"I'm not gay!" – His tail wagged for a second. – "Nor am I fake, I'm a cat!"
"Ugh, yeah, sure." - A short series of groans then interrupted his angry self, the headaches of an excess of alcohol were really getting into him. – "Shit, he-hey you, what's your name?"
"Nico, my name's Nico-… Sir."
“Nico as in- Nah, no. As in Nicolas? Are you French?” – He said as his voice extruded as much hate as it could while uttering that country’s name, his gaze setting hardly upon the Calico to force honesty out of him.
“No! I’m not, it is short-fo-ah-for-Nicholas!” – Was his quick explanation as he finally began recovering from the initial pheromone-shock.
He seemed to relax after hearing his denial, as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders.
At least not everything was fucked up.
Yet, he still struggled to convince himself of his situation.
"Perfect, uh-fucking perfect, a 'cat' named Nicholas, yeah, fuck it, let's roll with it, why not." – He monologued, trying to convince himself about what was happening while trying to not screw over the guy lending him a hand. – "Do you live nearby? Or do you have something to drink with ya? My head's killing me and I seriously need to drink something."
"Eh-Yeah! We're just outside my bakery, I can get you something to drink."
He patted his legs in search of his wallet to see how much money he had, immediately remembering that his pants were long gone now.
Of course, his wallet was inside his pants’ back pocket.
So... No money for this guy. Or driver’s license, or Credit Card… Fuck.
"I don't have anything to pay you with tho-"
"Don't worry, I can see that you're in a pretty complicated situation, I won't charge you."
This sign of kindness made him smile at this weird cat-thing. If he wasn't so utterly disgusted by it he would've thanked him.
"Alright Nico, please help me get up."
He, the rightful and totally Christian human said, his hand was grabbed by the paws of the catto, pulling to lift you from his lethargic state.
He looked clearly disgusted when he felt how the cat's padded paw contrasted with anything he had touched before. Whatever this furbag was wearing as a fursuit, it was incredibly realistic, to the point that it was eerie as fuck.
Once he was on his foot, he looked everywhere.
No one was walking nearby. It relieved his soul; this place wasn't that far from the city, so there could always be someone that knew him strolling here, and being seen in his underpants next to a furry wasn't an attractive prospect.
Then, he glanced at the cat. The feline was taller than him, but a lot lankier, less muscular, with an hourglass figure that made him feel more androgynous than he already was as an 'animal'. All covered in a plain white t-shirt, some black jeans, and what seemed to be oddly-shaped sneakers.
It was always these kinds of people that ended up on the path of degenerate furriness. What a loss of a good man.
Either way, he was helping him, so he would say nothing to alienate him, at least for now. Kindness was repaid with respect.
So there was only silence between them as they both walked into the back of the bakery.
The inside was what you'd expect. A few ovens, a lot of cabinets with various ingredients, from the sacks of wheat to a religiously-packed little bottle of saffron; some half-made donuts waiting to be glassed, all topped by the smell of caramel and powdered sugar.
By just one second he considered lowering his guard around this uncanny human-like creature.
"Can you wait for me? I'll search for a pair of pants so you can… Ehem, cover yourself."
Oh right, he still was only in boxers, feeling a chilly current go through his legs.
He nodded in approval, taking a seat on a plastic chair that was near a box that said 'surplus baking trays'.
The cat then disappeared through a ladder into an attic where the human reasoned he'd be keeping his non-bakery-related belongings.
For a few seconds, he was left to wonder why the fuck was this cat-thing alive, or why he hadn't heard of it on the news. Something as degenerate as someone with a pretty realistic fursuit attending a local bakery would've at least gone up on the local branch of Fox News, wouldn't it?
Until he looked right into the front part of the store.
Through the windows, a rude awakening slammed him like a bullet to a deer.
He recognized the clothes as human, following the style of what a civilized western town would dictate for the fashion of its denizens.
But the users were an amalgam of what he could only describe as a zoo.
With sizes ranging from a pair of feet for rat-looking people to beasts whose bodies were too big for their heads to be visible on the store's windows.
Bears, Ferrets, Cats, Dogs, Armadillos, Tigers, Giraffes, Horses, Salamanders, Blue jays, Eagles, fucking Komodo Dragons, any kids' book would seem like a tourist's guide due to the variety of furbeasts. That said, none batted an eye at him grazing them from a distance.
Until a particular humanoid came into his view. Given the proportions, it was female, with noticeable breasts under a white T-shirt.
Because of her appearance, form of snout and type of fur he’d seen on certain animals before, he could guess that she was a canine, a big one. Bigger than the obvious dogs he had seen walking or driving by just now.
Oh, shit. It was a Wolf.
She was wearing a pair of black shorts, plus the shirt, and a small blue backpack hanging from just one arm.
Yet the most important part about her was that her snout was high up, constantly tilting everywhere. She was smelling something. She was hunting. Her body was contorting as if imitating the posture her feral counterparts used when searching for prey.
His worst fear was that she might want to do the same thing that the Cat-uh… 'Nico', was doing to him just a minute ago.
And it was sadly confirmed once she found the door to the Bakery, slamming her body against the glass, her jaw open while her eyes sat right on the eye-pleasure that was a Human for this furbag.
He immediately got up, clenching his fists, walking towards the counter.
This foul beast was obviously hunting him, and he weren't going to let himself be turned into prey that easily.
If she wanted him, she'd have to catch some hands first.
So when she entered the store in a rush, he was about to send one quick punch to crash against her head.
Rather, it impacted nothing, for she stood right in front of the cashing machine, waiting with exaltation.
She was wagging her tail like crazy, with her snout forming what was a smile... Probably.
It was creepy as fuck. There was a loose sense of humanity hidden between the kilograms of strands of fur, but no pair of tits could make him feel safe in front of this thing.
"Are you open?" – She enthusiastically asked, her voice deeper than the Mariana Trench.
That's when he noticed that her arms had the width of his head, and a general form so muscular he'd wonder if she was on roids.
Plus, even when she leaned forward, her height was at least three feet above his'.
Yeah. This was a living being, one he had no experience dealing with.
Before his brain could shut off with the amount of questions he had right now though, he decided to answer, with his reluctant demeanor, as usual.
"Ah-… Yes, 'we' are. Do you need… Anything?" - He said, rising an eyebrow when he finished his words. Still struggling to cope with the fact that he was speaking to an anthropomorphic animal that seemed to be able to communicate like a person.
"I just smelled something really, really gooood coming from here, so… Whatever it is, I want it!"
God, she was like the Cat.
What the fuck did he have on himself to call the attention of these beasts?
Moreover, why was she trying to look at his boxers?
That's when his common sense kicked off. He'd have to treat this as if these beasts were just humans. Until he could understand what the fuck had happened at the very least.
"Hey, eyes over here." – He admonished, pointing to his upper head.
"Sorry! I'm really sorry, it is just tha-hmn-at are you a human?" - She asked enthusiastically in her heavy voice, sounding more like an admonishment than anything.
Whatever he smelled like, it must be like an aphrodisiac for these furbags, because her legs were waddling, rubbing her pelvis; it was obvious for him to see. And it was obviously affecting her judgment because her eyes also kept going up and down his body..
Then, the realization that she doubted that he was a human amazed him.
"I am, why do you ask? Aren't you a human, aren't you just wearing a fursuit?"
"Fursuit?" – She deadpanned, shattering his hopes of this being California or some other degenerate place. – "I don't know what's that, but no, I was born a wolf, sir." – Then, she took a cellphone out of her backpack, scrolling through it for a few seconds before showing him the screen. – "Are you one of these humans?"
The picture she showed was of the unequivocal image of a drawn human wearing ridiculous clothes, a mixture of Chinese and Egyptian styles, that was petting a loosely dog-looking figure.
"Human as in Homo Sapiens, yeah." – Was his answer, still not understanding what it meant or what was the implications of him possibly being the equivalent of a Dalai Lama to the Buddhists.
"Oh my God, oh my GOD! Yeeeeeees! I thought you had all gone extinct!"
With a quick jump, she moved from behind the counter and right into his right side, where she kneeled, looking up with desperation, her ears lowered, tail flagging the floor, paws right on his socks.
"Quick, pet me! Pet me like I am his little puppy!" – She pleaded, her voice rising three octaves in a rush. – "Or give me a litter for you to caress, pleaaaase!"
When she uttered those last words, her pseudo hands began going up his legs, stopping centimeters shy from his crotch.
Simply to say, there was no sane reaction one could come up with.
Given just how was this beast acting, if he said 'no', he'd probably just get raped.
So instead he did something insane to save himself.
"If you buy the whole store I'll do it."
That's right. To save himself he baited her with what technically counted as prostitution.
There was no way she would accept. She'd probably just buy a few things in the hopes of getting a few pets in reward, which despite his disgust he'd feel, he'd probably could do if it meant not being harassed anymore by this gigantic heretic.
"Deal!"
Fuck.
She jumped in joy afterward, immediately grabbing her backpack, emptying it until her wallet fell off. In a hurry she got every single card there was on there out, plus some bucks, leaving them on the floor while she looked for the right one.
Plus, just as she was doing that, some other anthropomorphic animals began piling outside. All looking at him like he was the eighth wonder of the world.
Before anyone could enter the store though, she jumped right behind the corner, placing herself so she was the first in line.
When she did this, the rest of the anthros just poured in, filling the store with their hedonistic, lusting eyes and intentions clear from the very start.
Amongst them, the same comment repeated again and again: "A human?"
Some went as far as demand being petted.
But most if not all of them were happy to look at him while they made a line that soon extended to the street, hoping to get service from this marvelous revelation.
"Now, what will I be getting?"
His simple answer was to signal everything that was either on the counter, on a showcase, or in a pastry cooler.
"Perfect! How much would it be?"
Shit, he didn't work here, he didn't know the prices.
So he looked for any number on the list under the register.
Ten bucks a piece of something called '24 piece Baklava'. That'd work.
Then, he took a quick glance at how many things were there.
Fuck it, let's say there are fifty.
"Five hundred dollars." – He said, dead serious. Hoping that she'd reconsider now hearing the price.
Instead, without hesitation, she handed over her debit card, almost bashing it against his chest.
He certainly admired her determination, if anything.
He took it, despite not knowing what the hell to do. He was an office worker; he dealt with bureaucracy, not retail.
Then, the marvel that was the dataphone shined into view. It said 'insert amount'.
Easy, 500 bucks.
'Insert card'.
He did that too.
'Insert password'.
Now it was her turn.
One second was all that she needed to insert it.
She almost broke the machine by how fast and hard she did it. If it wasn't obvious that she was desperate to get things done quickly to get herself filled up, then now it was.
He waited for some seconds. Until some printed paper got out of the machine.
Perfect. She had just bought everything.
He was left wordless, utterly bamboozled, aghast, amazed, and thunderstruck.
At least he had sold something; he hoped that'd be enough to please the 'Cat'.
Taking a look for a bag in which to begin packing all of these cakes and donuts he realized that she couldn't, she wouldn't wait for that.
She just lunged at him.
"Can I take some of your special frosting now? Please mister Human? Can I? Pretty please?"
Now he was under her, on the ground, feeling a quarter of a ton of pure muscle-wolf.
He immediately gulped, knowing what was about to come.
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It took him about eight minutes to finally find one of his old jeans from when he was a tad overweight.
But hell, they should be enough to cover the human until he could find something more appropriate.
Hopefully, the human would've calmed down once he went down now. Maybe by eating some of the pastry on the counter.
Suddenly, a buzz came into his phone.
Maybe it was a message from dad clowning on him for doing something stupid and gay instead of working as a lawyer like his brother.
So he checked and… Five big bucks.
He had made half a thousand worth of pastry in this week. This would be enough to let the shop keep going for another week before he'd have to close it down.
Then he checked, still not believing it was real. It wasn't a deposit from anyone he knew.
It was attributed to 'Lupa Canaria'.
The cat immediately rushed down to see what had happened.
Had the human sold something?
He had to see it.
Jumping instead of taking the stairs again he got to the first floor.
There he got an amazing view, so he relegated himself to looking at the action.
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Her massive form had not lasted more than a few minutes before drowning him in her squirts, causing the floor below to be coated with sticky liquids. So she had moved him onto the counter to assume a position where he didn't have to do any work; where the amazon tried to crush his hips by slamming her furred ass against him.
Her walls were so loose, but they had a perfect grip that almost magically morphed to accommodate his cock and milk it.
His legs were numb, all blood had stopped flowing there. He only felt the wagging of her tail flapping like crazy as she moved.
Plus, the only view he had was that of her breasts jumping up and down, stiff nipples caressing his face each time she hugged him when a climax came, causing her to rest on top of him while howling for some seconds before going at it again.
Right now she was gasping, moaning, and grunting hard, with occasional barks that threatened with breaking his ears with how loud they were. It was like she was letting just about every single dog and wolf in the town know that she was getting plowed by a human.
The only good thing about that was that it hid his prayers and groans alike.
Because he was about to burst, but he didn't want to give his seed to such filth, or at least he told himself that.
In reality, it was more because he feared that the other anthros would want their town with him.
She knew this, thus she eventually, after one particularly hard thrust, decided to turn, rotating while his cock was still deep into her, to give him her back.
Her tail was now hitting his abdomen.
What was her devilish plan all about?
Simple, she now used another angle, an inverse cowgirl perfect to slam his manhood into the deepest part of her baby oven.
His entire body tensed at this, her overstimulated lips kissed his pelvis and testes every time she went all the way down; while his tip kissed her cervix in a violent mash-up.
The clients meanwhile patiently waited in line. The show was more than enough to convince half the town that this shop was the best place to be right now.
By this point, he knew that they weren't actually there to buy cakes.
They were there to get creampies.
Only when he made that realization was he relaxed his body, surrendering to his faith, letting a surge go through the length of his penis.
The wolf above him noticed that the member penetrating her suddenly felt wider, stretching her in such a way that her next howl seemed to be one of horrendous pain.
Her climactic screech was accompanied by a good amount of sperm hitting her depths, coating her in ivory delight.
She then began shaking violently, trying to get her hips thrust in impacts so powerful that her vulva clenched and let a constant stream of grool in preparation for the hardest climax she'd ever have.
The 'people' present recoiled at the sight of a now silent wolf straightening her back, eyes white, tongue out, saliva falling right into her mate's chest which she was currently sinking her claws into.
All the while the human was gasping for air as the rough fucking session had almost killed him.
It took a minute before the wolf-woman fell to the floor below.
There she spasmed for a while, always smiling while from between her legs, another puddle formed, this time, made out of leaked human seed.
But just as oxygen was finally flowing into his lungs, the next person in line took a step forward, it was a Vixen barely clothed in a white top and just some sodded panties, grinning hard, her tail flapping against the ground like she was trying to break it.
She moved her index to point to something, probably a cookie or something to use as an excuse to have some time with the human.
That's when the Cat finally came into the rescue. After having enjoyed the sight of the human being mounted like he'd never want to mount him: he had come to his senses and noted that he wouldn't survive another fucking, plus, this really was a pretty hedonistic situation that he didn't want on his conscience.
"I'm sorry lady, but that woman just bought the entire selection," - He explained, much to the utter shock and terror of the Vixen. - "but in some hours we'll have new stock for you to buy, please, understand us. Please come back later"
She frowned, taking immense hatred for Nico almost immediately into her heart, but she understood it, she wasn't just a crazy feral bitch. She'd have to follow normal civilized protocols for this. She'd eventually get her dose of human after all.
The other would-be clients all had bad reactions to this information too.
Yet they too understood it, beginning to slowly leave the store while they complained about this issue.
That said, many of them remained outside, patiently waiting for when the Cat finally got more pastry out so they could buy it and try to get the same deal as the wolf-girl. Or at least try it, because the human obviously didn't want to repeat this.
The Human and the Cat knew as much, so the shopkeeper looked at his violated 'companion' and asked quickly.
"Hey, would you mind working here for a bit? Look, you obviously attract clients, and you're obviously not from here. I'll give you house, clothes, food, and a part of what you sell; you just have to work with me and try to be entici-" - He was explaining before being cut off by a gasping, but still fully conscious and angry human.
"I got fucked by a literal animal, my entire body is sore, and those fuckers outside want to fuck me too. You think I'll have sex with any of them for you to earn some bucks?"
"Uh... Yeah?"
"I'm no prostitute, furbag." - He remarked, insulted.
"Look, I don't mean that you have to have sex with them, but scratch them, pet them, hell, jack off and let them look; I'm sure they'll pay greatly for that and some pastry."
"That's the most degenerate, stupid, hedonistic, lustful, moronic idea I've ever heard."
The cat was about to feel really stupid for that, he even felt how some tears began building up as this was like a personal attack on his very person by someone his body adored.
"But given how you and these people act... It might just work." - Was his genius answer while trying to get up from his resting stance on top of the squirt-ridden counter. - "Though I'll try my best to change the ways of these furbags. You aren't trying to pin me down to mount me, so I think that maybe there is someone else out there who isn't utterly sex-driven... Plus, this is obviously not my country, I don't have many options."
Nico seriously doubted that part about there being someone who doesn't want to fuck him, because... Well, he obviously didn't want to do it, no, that'd be gay; but anyone else would definitively have their instincts kick in to try to service the human, or have him as their personal pat-giver.
Yet this seemed like the best deal for this situation he'd get.
"Deal."
As he said it, he offered the human his right paw.
The human took it, making the feline shiver as the sweat and gooey liquids on his skin now tainted him in a precious gift of sexual deviancy.
Despite this, he shook his head, and then looked at the mess.
"So now... Could you help me pack the things she bought? And also... To clean this up."
Well, right into business.
"Later I'll teach you how to bake cookies."
"Sure thing furbag, just... Let me rest."
As he began closing his eyes, the calico patted his chest, causing him to grunt.
"What do you want?" - He asked, slightly annoyed.
"You still haven't told me your name."
He thought for some seconds for an answer. He for some reason didn't want to give him his name, probably something related to how he didn't want to be publicly known to be an animal fucker in case someone from his world was here and recognized him.
So he instead referred to what he supposed would be his name here.
"Just call me... Shit... What was this... The internet name... A-ehhhh-noni-non-nono-ano-... Anon, yeah, that."
Then, the human fell asleep, tired because of the rough fucking session.
Thus, the cat was left alone to do everything.
But hey, it wasn't that bad. He now had a glimpse of hope for the future.
Plus, he got to taste a small drop of the sperm that was just littered on the ground.
It tasted fantastical.
So much so, that he took a lick of a puddle that had formed, and felt so filled with energy that in an hour, things were ready again for business.
Now he and the Human had to work hard.
Because all of the town wanted some confectionery now.