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"So, you... you work here?"

The otter across the counter twiddled his fingers, his bright blue eyes flicking across the counter, over the display cases along the wall, towards the decorative paintings and skins... pretty much everywhere except at Nubia. She gave him one of her trademark sleek, sly smiles that she knew worked so well.

She flicked her tongue out over her lips, and then leaned further over the counter. Today she had decided to wear a loose-fitting over-shoulder dress of sorts, something more traditional to fit the theme of the place. Of course she was fully aware of how, if she leaned over too far, the flowing material of the dress hung down and allowed anyone that tried to look to see the smooth curve of her body and chest, the shape of her breast... that was part of why she'd chosen this particular outfit. "Baby, I own the place. Run the bar some nights, keep the place in order, pick out special supply for the pits, do some carving... you know."

The otter's ears perked up, but then lowered right back down. He gently rocked forward and back on the stool in front of the counter, as he had been doing for the past five or six minutes; Nubia had seen him wander in from the other side of the main room, and could tell at once that he was out of his element. Every now and then he would reach up and rub at his eyes, clearly unused to the sweet haze that rolled around the place as sleepily as most of the other patrons - this was a hookah den, after all.

After coming in and looking around for a few seconds, this otter caught sight of this counter, probably saw that it was unoccupied by anyone other than the hyena, and decided to come over. Since then he had just been... sitting there, occasionally glancing around, or fiddling with his shirtsleeve, or taking his phone out to look at it for half a second, or something of that sort.

Nubia had been in the middle of carving something, another little knick-knack to put up for sale in the display cases behind her, but... well, whoever this otter was, he was kind of cute. Besides, she could get behind the kind of person who was willing to try new things, even if it made them uncomfortable.

She drummed the claws of one paw across the smooth finished wood of the counter. Honestly, the worst part about the nights she ran the bar here had to be seeing how rudely the patrons treated the furniture - scratches on the tables, spilled drinks sticking to the feet of the chairs, little claw pockmarks in anything soft enough. This otter looked too shy, too reserved to do any of that.

"Alright," Nubia said - because he certainly wasn't going to start a conversation. "What's your name? I can't say that I remember your face, or seeing you here before."

"Oh... well..." He spoke in a smooth, easy voice, not quite deep enough to be a baritone. "I'm Lukas."

"Good to meet you, Lukas." The hyena extended a paw; after eyeing it for a moment, Lukas took it and shook. His paw was warm, his fingerpads a little more calloused than she'd expected, and his grip... well. "I'm Nubia."

He straightened up a little. "Nubia... that's a nice name. You said you - own this place?"

"Yup. Speaking of which, what brings you here? You don't look like someone who just decides to go to a hookah den of his own accord, and you certainly aren't acting like a bar troll. In fact, all you've done since you got here is sit right there and avoid eye contact..." Nubia leaned in a little closer, and blew a lock of her hair out from in front of her eyes. It fell back down a second later. "Going off that, my guess is that you want to talk to me but don't know what to say... right?"

As expected, that got a response out of the otter. He shot upright, ears standing rigid, and looked genuinely shocked - but then, also as expected, this shock turned to embarrassment. "W-well..." he began, scratching at a spot on his arm. "One of my friends - he's... also a hyena... - said that he knew you, and that - that you work here, and he said that he thought... I mean, he thought that we'd get along-"

"Do you have a girlfriend, Lukas?"

While speaking, or trying to, Lukas had fished his phone back out of his pocket and started glancing down at it - but upon hearing this, he almost lost his grip on it. "A... girlfriend?"

"Yeah." Nubia rested her elbows on the counter to continue carving her chunk of wood. It was a small thing, enough so to easily fit in her palm; usually she had trouble thinking of what she could do with something this size, but after seeing this otter come in, she had a pretty good idea. "Y'know what a girlfriend is, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I- well, I mean... I don't have a girlfriend-"

"Boyfriend, then?"

His little teacup ears flicked again. Slowly, he rested his phone facedown on the counter. "Well... that's, um..."

"None of my business?" She turned her own bright golden eyes on him, without tilting her head. "Or... 'complicated', maybe?"

Lukas shrugged. At least it looked like his discomfort had faded somewhat. Still, though, his thick rudder tail stirred around behind him - Nubia could see it when she leaned forward a little - and he still didn't seem to know what to do with his paws. "Somethin' like that. Why do you ask?" Then, he smiled for the first time since walking in. "You interested?"

Nubia set her carving down on the edge of the counter. "Hah! I like you, Lukas. Hey - since you're not here for the hookah or the booze, why don't you come with me into the other room?" The hyena nodded behind her, towards a door next to the display case. That was her "office", in a way; it was where she went when she didn't want to deal with anyone else, the place where she took her naps, relaxed, did other things... "Come look at some of my other carvings."

"Carvings? You mean you did-" The otter raised a finger to point at the display cases. "-those? All of them?"

"Yeah, and more, too. C'mon. Something tells me you'll like it."

Nubia didn't even check to see that he followed her, then, as she turned and started towards the door. For whatever reason, she just had a good feeling about Lukas - the way he looked and held himself, his charming shyness that had just started to melt away. She felt certain that she had a way to eliminate the rest of that shyness, too, and especially if this other hyena Lukas had mentioned was the same one she thought he was.

Sure enough, though, after pushing the door of her office open with a shoulder, she turned to see Lukas skirting around the counter to follow. Someone who obeyed and followed without complaint was also the kind of person that she could get behind - though, honestly, she also liked it when she had to fight through a bit of resistance.

And, then, she couldn't help but grin upon seeing the otter's reaction to this office of hers. Knick-knacks, statuettes, and pipes were the main things that Nubia put on display behind the counter; in here, however...

"Jesus," Lukas said, and then gave a little smile. "Talk about getting wood..."

"Do you like them?" Nubia leaned back against her desk, at the same time motioning for him to take a seat. Sometimes she found herself back here with nothing (and nobody) to do, so her curiosity got the better of her. It was a bit tough to carve an accurate penis out of the same wood that she did everything else in, but - with practice came improvement. Besides, there were just so many unique types here, many more than she was used to seeing back home...

One of her first thoughts about this otter after seeing him walk in was wondering what it was he had between his legs. Nubia had already read him to be the sort of guy that she could bend, too; it was just a matter of figuring out how.

"...Dildos, huh?" Lukas's brow furrowed, then, as the hyena handed him the one she had been working on before her shift today. He traced a claw over the rim of the sheath, the outline and shape present but detail and fur not yet in place; above that, the knot was all polygons and edges. "Do people - use these?"

"Oh yeah. Usually I keep them and make them for my friends - but sometimes I get a customer that just can't resist." She reached out and took it back from him, brushing her fingers across his in the process - and felt a sweet, sweet warmth emanating off of him, the kind of which she had hardly ever felt before. "What's your preference?"

The otter looked up at her. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Nubia straightened up and stepped over to one of the tables where she kept the finished products. Some of the older ones she had a hard time looking at, as all the flaws and imperfections stood brightly out to her - but that also gave her confidence that she was getting better. It's not like she was ever at a lack for subject material, too. "You didn't seem too impressed with that current one. How about... this?"

She held up a simple one, like many of the others that could be found anywhere else: humanoid, defined head, smooth-veined shaft. Bright blue eyes ran up and down that length, and he shrugged.

"You know..." she went on, putting that one back down. "Sometimes I get asked to do demonstrations. You know? Someone sees me, a... well-equipped woman-"

"You are very attractive..." Lukas mused. Nubia flicked her golden eyes back to him; his ears perked up, and he averted his gaze.

"-and they see that she - carves penises out of chunks of wood, yes? So they assume, oh, she must enjoy them herself..." One time she'd gotten a rather large piece of wood, so of course she carved a horse's equipment out of it. It had quite a bit of weight to it, and she actually had to strain to hold it in one paw.

Lukas's eyes visibly widened when he saw it. He held out both of his paws. "Well... do you?"

Nubia made sure to watch his face, to see how his eyes inspected the detail from the sheath, to the medial ring, to the lines of veins along the underside. The otter traced a fingerpad over the rim of the blunted head. "Do I what?"

"Enjoy them."

"Carving them, sure." Nubia leaned back against the desk directly in front of him, intentionally close enough so that her tail could tickle at his leg. The first time it happened, his whiskers twitched and he looked up at her - but otherwise did nothing.

Lukas turned the dildo towards his muzzle, closed one eye, and made as if looking down the barrel of a gun. Nubia herself had never been in a position like that with an actual stallion, but - she'd heard that that expression wasn't far off. After investigating how she'd done the urethra (which had been the toughest part; her reference had been a set of pictures that a patron had sent her, after getting more than very drunk one night), he turned that eye up to her again. However, she caught how it traced the line of her side underneath her dress first, following the curve of her waist and hips up to her chest. "You know what I meant."

There it was. The hyena bit her lower lip. "Luke, dear, I'm not that kind of woman. It's my patrons who try them out. Which reminds me - is there anything that catches your eye? Anything you wanna... inspect more closely?"

This other hyena friend of Nubia's - he was something. He was the kind of guy who acted like he was top dog, like he was strong and the only place for him in the bedroom was on top and in control... Nubia met him at a bar on her fourth night after moving here and, wanting a taste of the local culture, decided to bring him to her apartment afterwards. Somehow the two of them ended up wrestling, and this other hyena got all growly and wriggly - but a paw sliding between his legs let Nubia know that he enjoyed it more than anything. He was the one who ended up getting pounded into the mattress that night.

Lukas straightened up, making as if to hand the equine dildo back to her. Nubia just looked down at it - so the otter then reached around her, almost brushing his muzzle against her front, to rest it on the desk. "I don't follow."

"Hah." She licked her lips, and again blew her hair out of her eye. "What was that you said? 'You know what I meant'."

Lukas's ears had lowered a little, but it wasn't disappointment or disobedience that shadowed his face; instead, he just showed simple shyness. He folded his paws in his lap and squirmed. "I... um..."

"C'mon." Nubia motioned for him to stand up, while she did the same herself. "Up, otter."

He did as told, which honestly caught her a bit off-guard. Usually when she did this to a surprise customer - as in, someone who didn't know that they were about to get Nubia's brand of demonstration - they had questions, wanted to know why, or what they're about to get into, or what her phone number is. Lukas, however, just slowly rose to his feet, keeping his paws in front of him and his blue eyes on the hyena as she went around to the other side of the desk.

"Are you good with your tongue, Lukas?" she asked, reaching down. She had just the thing for him, something that she'd been saving for a while. She hadn't yet had experience with an otter yet.

"Good with... my..." ...and then that blush returned. He swallowed, but didn't answer the question. "Why?"

"Someone's gotta lube it up."

"I... Nubia, I don't-"

He fell silent again when she brought out one that she'd finished a week or two ago, a canine piece with a rather well-defined knot and sheath, if she said so herself. The most important part of the whole thing other than the look and feel was, of course, the quality; Nubia had spent most of the working time in sanding down the surfaces, ensuring that all the sharp edges had been blunted and that the grain of the wood was nice and tight... she lifted it to her lips and flicked her tongue out over the tapered tip, and found her work to be satisfactory. Being wood, it absorbed some manner of the moisture, but she intentionally used a type that wouldn't deform with extended use.

Then, making her way back around the desk: "Pants." She motioned again. "Drop them."

"Nubia..."

"Now."

Without another word, the otter quickly busied himself with the fastenings of his pants, fingers undoing the button and zipper of his fly and then dropping them down to his ankles. Nubia eyed him, then, while continuing to run her own broad tongue over the surface of the toy: Lukas was wearing fairly tight boxer-briefs, bright goddamn orange in color (which very much went against the colors of his fur) and not at all hiding what he had underneath; she could already tell that he had a shaft rather than a sheath. That was fine, too.

"Bet you didn't think this would be happening when you stepped out of your house today, huh?" Nubia positioned herself behind the slim otter, and with her other paw pushed him down so that he bent over the desk. As a natural reflex, his thick rudder tail came up with him bending over - so Nubia simply ran her paw down and continued lifting that tail up, noting how Lukas's body tensed up at the contact of her fingers underneath the base.

Lukas swallowed. He half-turned back to look at her; the end of his tail started flicking around. "Well, actually..."

Nubia ran her tongue up along one of the smooth veins she'd carved into this dildo, ensuring that it was properly lubricated. Then, satisfied, she hooked her fingers underneath the waistband of the otter's underwear - felt the heat of his body... "Mm?"

"This isn't... exactly how I expected tonight to go..." He raised up a little when Nubia tugged his underwear halfway down his thighs, just far enough to bring the back of his soft-furred sack into view. Given how his stance didn't change at all from there, it seemed he didn't notice (or just didn't care) that the hyena then knelt down behind him, continuing to hold his tail up with her paw. "...but I mean, I was expecting to get my tail stretched at some point-"

"So you do have a boyfriend." She pressed a thumb against the pucker of his tailhole, watched the way he clenched at the slightest touch or exhalation of breath... Nubia set the dildo down on the floor between her feet (damn this dress; it really got in the way sometimes, but even in a place like this, she wasn't allowed to walk around naked - she'd tried), and spread the otter's rump with both of her paws.

Lukas breathed out a little huff of breath, and settled down over the desk. Already Nubia could taste the change in his scent on the air; already she could pick up the sharper spice of arousal. So it got him excited just to have a muzzle under his tail, any contact irrelevant. "That's not - what I said! It's... he's..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Nubia leaned forward and - dragged the flat of her tongue up along the presented tailhole, starting beneath it along the line leading to his sack, and then finishing a little up the base of his tail. There was the slight scratching sound of claws digging into the surface of her desk, followed by another low exhalation of breath.

"...h-he's just-"

"A hookup." She leaned in and repeated the lick, this time pressing in a little more firmly, a little more deeply. This time she could feel the resistance of his tailhole, as well as its sweet warmth. This certainly wasn't something she normally did, but... some part of her had figured that it would get a response like this out of the otter, and that was an idea she couldn't resist. While Lukas tried to gather his breath, she continued, now tracing her tongue around the ridged rim, again and again... "Do I know him?"

With a tense little whimper, he squirmed and adjusted his position - which just resulted in him shoving his rump more firmly back against Nubia's muzzle, as she started to pulse her tongue right at the center of his tailhole, to slip it into him. A paw moving up between his legs towards his front let her know that, yes, he was already fully hard - and that her assumption about him having a shaft was correct, too. Uncut, by the feel of it: smooth, supple skin that rolled easily back, and got yet another noise out of him as it did so- "I-I don't kn... do you know a- an African wild dog-?"

An irresistible smile lifted the corners of her lips. After pressing her tongue into the otter's tailhole about a quarter of an inch - he squeezed tightly around her tongue, but not as tightly as someone who hadn't had a cock there before - she picked the dildo back up, ran the pad of a finger over it to ensure that it was still slick, and moved back. Funny thing was... the whole theme of this hookah den of hers was African. That was why she wore this dress, why she had been in charge of the decoration and arrangement, and really why she owned the place. In fact, she had only recently started to really understand the slang that seemed to be so prevalent in the English language..."I know several." Remaining on her knees, she lined up the tapered tip of the dildo with Lukas's tailhole, slickened with saliva and twitching gently.

It was interesting, then, watching how the otter's body tensed up, how his back and tail arched, and especially how that tailhole stretched around the tip of the dildo as it started to sink into him, the smooth surface slipping along with the added lube. There was resistance, of course - Lukas leaned forward towards the desk when the blunt head of the dildo pushed its way into him, but then, he settled more easily back along the smooth contoured surface.

Whether he had intended to go on or not, the otter seemed incapable of doing so. Nubia couldn't get a good look at his muzzle from here, still kneeling behind him with one paw keeping his rump spread and her other sliding the toy into him, but she could hear his slightly-elevated breathing, his gentle gasps, his low moans. To think that this was the same otter who could hardly get a full sentence out while sitting at the counter earlier... well, now, he could still hardly get a sentence out, but it was for a much different reason.

It brought Nubia quite a bit of pleasure to know that she could bring so much enjoyment to someone, to a guy, in an... unconventional way. That's what that one hyena had learned: he'd probably expected to be held down against the bed and ridden, or to thrust forward into her again and again - but then had his expectations thrown right back into his face. Again, she just wasn't that kind of woman. While pressing the dildo deeper, deeper into Lukas's rump, watching the way his body squirmed and how his tailhole clenched around it, Nubia moved her other paw around to her waist to undo the fastenings of her dress.

Of course he didn't hear the soft rustling of the smooth fabric when it fell away from her shoulders, down along the sleek fur of her body, and onto the floor beneath them. God, it felt nice to finally take that mess off: Nubia brought that same paw up along her body, the way that she'd noticed the otter's eyes do just earlier. Nothing better than having a body that she was happy with, from the curve of her breasts, the sleek arc of her side, her waist... and then, right there between her legs...

Not that kind of woman. She had to lean forward a little in order to squeeze the wooden toy in up to the knot, which pressed firmly against Lukas's tailhole and earned another shuddering moan from the otter. With him lifting his rump into the air and pushing back against that toy, she could now clearly see the hard cock that twitched and throbbed between his legs - and also drooled a few drips of clear, sticky pre over the edge of her desk (as if it hadn't been stained enough). When her paw made its way down between her own legs, there was a similarly hard cock, similarly twitching, similarly throbbing; it worked her up so much to find a guy who enjoyed having something under his tail. And if he didn't? - well, then it was up to her to make him enjoy it.

The hyena settled back, keeping her eyes focus on the otter's tailhole stretched around the shaft of the toy, while at the same time stroking her own length. "So, Lukas..." And she started to pull it back out, slowly at first, watching how the otter still leaned back with the motion. He enjoyed having something shoved under his tail more than a lot of her other patrons. "What do you think?"

"It's..." His breath caught in his throat as the pointed tip slipped out of him, only to then be pushed back in. Again, his back arched. "...a little weird. So stiff and hard - a little cold... I don't know. It's just - aah - weird, you know?"

"I wouldn't, actually..." After pressing the toy in up to the knot again, Nubia left it there and straightened up. Lukas should still be lubed up enough... a little track of saliva had rolled down the back of his sack, hanging between his legs. "Never tried one myself."

In the time that had passed, Lukas had rested his chin atop his arms on the desk. He opened his eyes and half-looked back at Nubia, getting into position behind him; there was no questioning in those eyes, then, when her paws came to rest on his rump again, spreading him wide around the toy still buried in him. Still, though, there was no way he knew... "Really-?"

Nubia gripped the base of the dildo to pull it out for the last time. Lukas gave another little noise when it finally came free - and then Nubia centered herself under his tail. Some time back, she had elected to get a Prince Albert, the same yellow-gold color as her eyes and the rest of her piercings - and, God, the way it felt when she sank into someone with this piercing... "What? Just because I make sex toys, and happen to have breasts, you think I test out my merchandise before putting it up for sale?"

Lukas started to lift himself up, but was then forced back down against the desk by a strong paw between his shoulders. "That's - not what I-"

"I told you, dear..." Keeping that paw there, Nubia leaned over him - and started to sink slowly into him, using his natural slickness and the leftover saliva from his toying. His eyes widened, but he offered no complaint. "I'm not that kind of woman."

The hyena found him to be remarkably obedient. Already prepared by the toy, she had to waste no time in waiting for him to become accustomed to her length and girth, though both were a bit greater than that of the dildo; after a while, she removed her paw from his back, but still he remained pressed against the desk; and when she told him to stop squirming after hilting in him, he did so.

"You ever had any experience with someone like me?" Honestly, it felt a little strange to be doing this without the end of a leash clutched in her paw, but - she made do. With this otter, she doubted she'd need one, anyway. Just like with the toy, she could feel him pressing back against her, could feel his rump against her hips in an attempt to get her deeper into him.

"Someone like..." Lukas pulled in a little gasp when Nubia started back out of him. "...w-well, there was this one time - with a police officer-"

"Oh, dear." Nubia realized, then, that she'd have to fix the legs of her desk. Even now with the slow, deep rhythm with which she pressed into and pulled out of him, it squeaked and strained. That would just be for own peace of mind, however - back at her apartment, she once (twice, actually) got a notice from the landlord that she would have to "tone things down a bit", as there had been a few complaints from her neighbors. "You didn't tell me you were a criminal."

"I'm - not a-"

"Liar." Instead of holding him down with a paw, now the hyena rested her entire arm across his back and squeezed him against the desk, firmly enough so that he had to keep his head to the side. At this angle his rump squeezed tightly around her and she could feel each of his tight clenches a little more - and every thrust from her brought yet another noise out from between his lips. She was careful to not pull out too roughly, on account of the ring through the head of her cock, but - Lukas didn't seem to mind; every time she got close, he squirmed and churned his hips back against her, as if enjoying the feeling.

"Look - there was only that time, and then another one where I- where I left my bike somewhere I shouldn't, and got a ticket..." Now, the otter had his paws out against the desk, claws digging into the surface. His entire body lurched forward and back, forward and back with Nubia's thrusting, and his breathing came and went in uneven gasps and moans between words. "...and she - the cop - made sure to... to discipline me..."

Nubia hilted herself deep in him again, thrusting forward with enough force that her sack bumped against his from behind. The otter would have lifted up, had she not still had her arm locked down across his back - and she leaned in, close enough so that, if she wanted, she could clamp her teeth down on his round little ear. "Discipline you. What, did she - strip you naked and handcuff you to her cruiser?"

"That was part of it, yes; I- ah, God-"

His voice cut off as Nubia picked the pace back up, now having to brace one foot against the edge of the desk to fuck him as quickly as she wanted. A collar and leash would really come in handy now; she always kept a set in the upper left drawer on the other side of this desk (just in case), but it wasn't quite worth stopping to get them. Besides, the way the otter squeezed and pressed back against her and how his moans had picked up in pitch and volume let her know that she'd pushed him quite close to the edge of orgasm - and, admittedly, she was approaching her own as well. Had Lukas answered her question earlier about if he was good with her tongue, she would've pushed his head down between her legs so that he could get a good taste of her on his tongue, first, before then feeling her beneath this fat rudder of his, now wrapped partially around her lower body.

"God - Nubia-"

Another thing she hadn't expected out of him - was for him to get a hands-free orgasm from her. Lukas managed somehow to resist Nubia's weight bearing down on his back to lift up after a short series of gasps, and then, he bucked forward and pressed firmly back against her, cutting her thrusting short. Clench, clench - and then a number of forceful spurts against the front of the desk sounded out, each one accompanied by an all-over shiver and yet another low moan from the otter; then, exhausted, he slumped back down, allowing Nubia to continue. It didn't take her much longer, either, especially after hearing his moans and gasps, and feeling the way he thoroughly enjoyed her underneath his tail-

-though she didaccidentally chomp down onto his shoulder when she reached her own climax. Intense pleasurable heat shooting through her and out into the otter, again and again; while she felt fairly certain that she beat him out in terms of length and thickness, there was no question that he shot with more force and energy. Were she to be on her back with this slim otter riding her - he'd love that, wouldn't he - she had no doubt that he'd empty his load not only across her chest, but also her muzzle and the wall behind her... panting through her sharp teeth, Nubia let the last of the shivering pleasure ripple through her and then started to pull out of him. Now even further lubed with the slick stickiness of her cum, the sensation of her piercing dragging and pulling - just made her shiver even more.

When she finally tugged free of the otter's rump and released his shoulder from the grip of her teeth, she actually had to sink back into the chair behind her, as her legs refused to keep her upright. Lukas was in a similar position, sprawled out over the back of the desk with his tail half-raised and chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his labored breathing. From here, Nubia could very clearly see the result of his orgasm, spattered across the side of the desk in front of him - while some of hers dripped out of his rump and down onto the floor, next to the dildo. She'd almost forgotten about that.

A little bit later, Lukas struggled to lift himself up and turned to face her. It looks like he considered hopping up to sit on the desk but decided against it, and instead busied himself with pulling his pants back up his legs. "Is that - how you treat all of your prospective customers?"

Nubia swallowed, and brought one of her fingers to her muzzle to chew on a claw. It felt damn nice to notice that Lukas now freely eyed her body and even focused on the cock between her legs, softening up and still oozing the last of her load. "Well, only the ones I like. Will you be making a purchase today, Lukas?"

"Well, unfortunately, I - didn't bring my wallet with me today. Do you think I could..." He looked up from zipping up his fly. Next time, Nubia wanted to see how he looked without all of that pesky clothing on, and she wanted to be able to see his face when she forced him to cum. "...I dunno... come in again later in the week? Maybe I could - try out another one?"

Her lips curled back in a bright grin. "If you get me your phone number, we can see about setting up a house appointment for a more personal and in-depth demonstration."

"Oh, that would be fantastic."

She stood up; Lukas's eyes followed her nude form. "Great! Let me just get around to my desk here..."