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Bruised blue began to give way to the gentle oranges of the morning sun rising above Dewclaw. The stores were opening and people who woke up at the crack of dawn were starting to file out into the street. A particular bookstore owner walked down creaking steps with a large ink-furred hand brought up to his yawning mouth. He was boreal feline with vulpine features including a tail with a brush tip and sharper shapes around the face. His fur was a gentle white touching the inky black of his hands and feet with a bit of that darkness encroaching at the tip of his tail. A serape curled around his body to keep the chill of the morning out and he took his time stretching while looking around the store to make sure the shelves were stocked. When Wel was certain that everything was ready to be presented to his clientele, he headed to the front door to unlock it. He didn't necessarily expect anyone to come in this early but keeping a schedule gave him a sense of balance and the excuse to wake up early meant he had an entire day. Of course, there were exceptions. As he stepped behind the counter, the front door was opened and the bell chimed to let him know that someone had come in. A small curve tugged at the corner of his mouth while he watched none other than Toyle step to the front. Toyle was a friend of sorts, a turf tiger hybrid with grey fur and one golden eye. A portion of his face was covered by a mask that held a grinning expression. He was wearing a jacket and pants looking prepared to impress as usual.

When Toyle got close enough, he inclined his head and asked, "How may I help you?"

The turf tiger planted a golden claw on his chin and hummed, "Maybe get me a discount and a drink or two sometime during the weekend?"

Wel chuckled, "If you're buying as a customer then you'll pay like anyone else and as for a drink or two during the weekend? Maybe. Now, what is it that you want Toyle?"

Toyle grinned and leaned forward to plant his arms on the counter, small serpent tail flicking from side to side as he answered, "C'mon! No small talk? No flirting, no telling me how amazing I am? How are you going to ever make it big if you don't play the game properly?"

He rolled his eyes but the smile on his face only kept growing as he spoke, "I don't need to be too big. I'm already pretty satisfied with how things are going but if you're so lonely, then I can spare a little bit of time to spend with you before the actual customers come on in."

"Hah! You wish I was lonely. I've got a hot date this evening and you know it is going to be a good one." Toyle beamed.

Wel planted an elbow against the counter and placed his cheek on his open hand as he sighed, "Another riveting evening with a fleshlight and a fond memory?"

A bit of color sprouted beneath the fur of Toyle's cheek, reflected on the mask by a darkening of the grey while he huffed, "Nope! Got a date with Mellie."

Before Toyle could continue, Wel reached over and pinched his cheek to coo, "Aw, I'm so proud of you baby. Just be sure not to embarrass yourself too much this time."

His hand was swatted away, Wel chuckling as Toyle snorted, "Whatever! I'm just here for something to make the night even better than it would be. Alice freaks me the heck out so I didn't want to go to her store and I was in the mood for something I'd have to put on my body, so here I am at your stupid store looking for some stupid cursed ink. Now, do you have any suggestions or should I start taking my business elsewhere?"

Wel leaned back and resisted the urge to laugh while he hummed, "Okay, I think I can figure something out. There are a lot of people who come to the store looking for a curse to enhance themselves. I'm guessing someone like you probably needs a little something to add a bit of size or maybe even push the boundaries of your endurance so a minute doesn't wind you, right?"

The color on Toyle's cheeks grew while he lifted his chin, "Nope. Don't need either of those things. I can last all night and my size is probably better than yours."

Finally, he had to laugh, "We both know that last part is one hundred percent not true and we can compare right now if you want?"

A claw was brought up to poke against his chest as the turf tiger leaned over the counter to huff, "Listen, are you going to help me or are you having too much fun being rude to your customer?"

Wel rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay okay, if you are really looking for something then answer me, would you prefer something for yourself or Mellie?"

Toyle settled back and rubbed his chin, "Is both an answer?"

He answered without a second thought, "Ah, so you do want the size enhancement."

"Guess you'll be getting a bad review even if I do get something from this store of yours but then again, maybe I shouldn't blame you for talking about my cock so much. You probably just want to see it, am I right?"

Wel chuckled and shrugged, "Sure. If you wanna embarrass yourself then I'd be glad to look at it." While Toyle was unbuttoning his pants, Wel added, "You might as well get it all off too since we both know what this is really about."

The turf tiger paused, his claws at his pants while his gaze locked with Wel's, "And what might that be?"

"You just want to provoke me so I'll rough you up. Probably came over right away with your cute morning wood and a little fantasy in your mind of what I'd do after the first or second provocation." The vulpine hybrid's black eyes shimmered in the light as he leaned forward and finished, "But your games have never worked with me, have they friend?" Toyle's eyes narrowed as Wel continued, "If you want me to rough you up that badly, then you could say please sir and I might consider doing it. Could even take care of that little bulge in your pants while I'm at it too and maybe if you're good enough I'll throw in whatever ink you want for free."

Toyle grinned, "Thought you said there were no discounts?"

Wel returned the expression and tapped a claw on the counter, "There are no discounts Toyle. You'd be paying with something other than money and I really will be squeezing out every bit of worth from your body."

The grin faded away, that golden eye avoiding his gaze while the mask's expression seemed to flicker between cocky and uncertain. When he finally answered, Toyle had managed to return a small smirk to his features, "Yeah, sure, whatever. This is just your way of getting in my pants and well, can't say that I disapprove."

Wel beamed, "Yup, so get out of your clothes so we can start.

Toyle blinked, pausing a bit before opening his mouth. It seemed like he was going to say something but he shut up, rounded ears folding downward before he tugged his pants down. Wel watched with a smirk as the other's cock was revealed. It wasn't as small as he was teasing but it was a cute barbed thing that already twitched at full length and dripped pre. Toyle could have stopped at that but Wel knew that this prickly tiger was much more obedient than he let on. The jacket came next along with the undershirt and soon enough, Toyle was standing there fully nude with his tail curled around his body.

"Impressed yet?" The turf tiger said with a grin.

The shopkeeper leaned forward with a hum, hand on his chin as he looked Toyle up and down before simply saying, "Yup!"

Again, Toyle seemed stunned by that, the color returning to his cheeks while he finally spoke up, "W-well of course you are!" He stepped toward the counter with arms crossed and chin held up high and proud, "Don't think I have all day to entertain you though so make it quick."

Wel's hand lashed forward to grab the turf tiger by the neck once Toyle got close enough. His digits curled through the soft fur while he ran the claw of his thumb along the throat, purring as he said, "I'll take as long as I want with you. Don't forget this is an exchange of value and as I said, I'll squeeze every little bit of worth from your body until you're broken."

There was no response except a sucked in a breath and a gulp. Despite that, the expression on Toyle's face and mask seemed to be a mix of fear and glee, a crooked smile dotted on both. He dragged Toyle up in the air and over the counter before tightening his grip, leaning close enough so their noses were touching while he drank in the turf tiger's expression. Wel planted gentle kisses along the length of both smiles, Toyle shuddering in his grasp before he slowly let go.

"Down on your knees," Wel said with a smile. Toyle was about to say something but the words came out as a choked breath as Wel drove a fist into the turf tiger's gut, "If you're going to open your fat mouth then do it while you're obeying."

Toyle got down on his knees while huffing, "That was weak. I didn't think someone with such big hands could be so pathetic."

He ignored the provocation and instead reached down his serape to pull his compact out. With a thumb, he scrolled through the options until he was able to point the camera at Toyle and say with a big smile, "I'll be doing a before and after so give me a good look."

The turf tiger stuck his tongue out but was grinning, digits up and spread in a sign for victory. Wel snapped the picture and uploaded it with a quick blurb before setting his compact aside on the counter. While Toyle waited on his knees like a good pet, he stripped. The serape came off easily enough and he set it near his compact before reaching down to press down on his sheath, the barbed pink tip of his cock poking out of it. He took a step toward Toyle and then turned around to wrap his tail around the turf tiger's neck.

"Here, I think you know what to do, right?" Wel asked with a chuckle.

Toyle didn't bother answering. Claws clutched at his rear, spreading before he felt the warmth of the hybrid's lips gracing his puckered hole. Wel purred and leaned back, tail tightening around Toyle's neck slowly while his digits worked his sheath to coax the cock out into the cool morning air. The warmth of the kiss was amplified by a wet tongue slipping out to drag against and inside of his rear, those claws tightening on his rump while the tongue dipped in deeper with each movement. The sensation brought shivers up his spine, shaft slowly rising more and more.

His tail was a collar around that sweet neck, tightening with every other movement he felt against his ass but Toyle didn't seem to care. That tongue kept on moving while he swore he heard the slightest purr coming from below. It was bliss being able to collar and leash the other so easily. Toyle was easy to handle for him because he could simply tug and control the turf tiger with a few words and firm touch. All he had to do was ignore the petty provocations and stay on top at all times.

He could feel his cock pulsing against his hand, each throb bringing it up just a bit higher until it stopped growing. The tongue in his rear continued moving, warm spittle glazing his puckered hole. Even when he loosened his tail around Toyle's neck, the tongue kept on moving inside of his rear, claws squeezing onto his ass just a bit harder. Wel purred in response to the attention, allowing Toyle to continue serving him until he took a step forward.

Toyle gave his rear one more kiss before pulling away. He turned around and saw that the turf tiger was panting, chest rising and falling while Toyle's barbed cock throbbed with a line of pre falling from the tip. With a small smile, he brought his cock against Toyle's cheek.

"Look at you." Wel began, "Already about to cum and all you did was eat ass. Maybe I should just toss you out of my store like this but then again, I'd be leaving myself hanging too."

The turf tiger huffed, heated breath brushing against his cock, "Shut up. You could do whatever you want and I'd be fine with it."

Wel grabbed Toyle's head by one of the horns of the mask and grinned, "That's the plan."

He dragged the turf tiger up by the horn before pushing him onto on counter. Toyle scowled but kept his legs spread while Wel fished underneath his counter for some lube. He produced a bottle with a smile that soon faded as he realized that it was empty. Perhaps going in dry was an option. He looked down at his cock between the other's legs and raised a brow as he noticed size poking up at Toyle's gut.

"Okay, I know you like pain but I don't think going in dry is advisable. At least, not yet." He brought a claw up and blew on it, ink dripping from the tip as he continued, "So, with a bit of magic I am sure that I can make it so you can stretch as much as I want and ease that pain a bit."

When he brought his claw down to Toyle's gut, the turf tiger clutched his wrist and blurted, "Wait! I uh, if you could edit that a bit to make it so that I can feel it as if you were going in dry I think I'd like that."

Wel raised a brow, "Hmm...Well, you know that we have a safe word if the pain gets too much."

Toyle nodded and he brought his claw down to start writing the words on the turf tiger's belly. The magic crackled in the air as he focused entirely on the intent of the curse. Allow his rear to stretch as wide as needed but keep the pain of going in dry. When the words were done being written on Toyle's belly, the ink began to move into the shape of a heart, his personal touch that brought a smile to his face.

"Pft, couldn't have picked anything else? I mean, I guess since you're in love with me, I get it." Toyle said with a smirk.

He responded while clasping the other's chin gingerly, "I sure do love you and I'll show you just how much I love you until you're ready to drop. So brace yourself, sweetie."

Toyle blinked but had no time to respond as Wel leaned back to clasp one of the turf tiger's legs by the ankle to lift it while taking his shaft in hand to ease it against Toyle's rear. He took it slow for now to make sure that the head of his cock could slip inside. Thanks to the curse of the ink marking Toyle's stomach, it didn't take long before the tip of his shaft was engulfed in a warmth that tightened around him. He trembled while sinking into that sensation before he plunged every inch of his cock inside of Toyle's rear. The turf tiger's eye grew wide, body trembling as his talons curled in and his back arched up.

A haze was gathering in Toyle's eye, static being reflected in the gaze of his mask while Wel asked, "You doing all right?"

The turf tiger could only manage a shaky thumbs up and some sort of squeak that sounded like acknowledgment. With that confirmation, he started to move his hips. Wel started at a steady pace that quickly picked up steam as he rocked back and forth. Each thrust brought a little bit more strength and the hand that had been on his cock reached up to clutch onto Toyle's neck. The pounding had the turf tiger gasping with every push, face and mask both showing a crooked smile as an expression with drool dripping from the edge of Toyle's mouth. His digits squeezing around the other's neck changed those squeaks to choked gasps and huffs. He continued to tighten his digits with every push, his body trembling as the heat of those tight insides engulfed him entirely. Each thrust produced a loud clap of flesh on flesh echoing through the store while Toyle's noises began to die down to tiny hisses that could barely be heard over Wel's grunts and the song of their bodies colliding.

Toyle's claws gripped at his wrist to let him know that the turf tiger still had strength and breath. He started to lose himself in the back and forth of pounding such a surprisingly tight rear. The neck in his hand felt just as fragile as the ankle in his other grip, his mind turning to the draining air of the turf tiger's lungs as if he were pulling Toyle's soul into the air. When he leaned down, he did so to stare into Toyle's expression to drink it in. Toyle's smile had faded away and his eye was fluttering, while his mouth had been left open just a bit as if trying to catch as much breath as possible. The mask was left with a frown while the eyes seemed to swirl in a mist of reflected and trembling pleasure. That sight had been enough to urge him to use more of his strength, his body leaning forward to keep on watching Toyle's expressions flashing, changing and contracting. He kissed the sides of the turf tiger's mouth with a ginger warmth that betrayed the way he was treating the rest of Toyle's body.

It wasn't long before he felt the claws on his wrist start to loosen. The grip weakened and Wel watched as the digits slipped away one by one. When they were all off of his wrist, he let go of Toyle's neck slowly, thumb running across the throat. Cum spattered the turf tiger's stomach from that meager barbed cock, Toyle gasping for breath as he gathered himself to clutch onto Wel's wrist again as hard as possible with trembling digits. Rather than grab Toyle's neck again, the vulpine hybrid leaned forward to capture those trembling lips, tongue dipping inside immediately while he kept on grinding down against him. Wel let go of his ankle to bring his hand all the way up to feel over the cool ask, claws dragging against it causing Toyle to tremble and arch against him. He could feel the other's twitching cock start rising again until it was brushing against his belly causing him to smile.

If he had such a precious reaction to claws grazing against the mask, then maybe something rougher would produce an even better result. He pulled his mouth away and looped an arm around Toyle to dig claws through the fur and against the skin. His other hand moved up to clutch the mask, claws pressing against it while he forced Toyle's head to a position where the neck was exposed. Wel opened his maw, fangs coming down on the neck causing Toyle to gasp while he kept him pinned. He continued rutting Toyle but his fangs never broke the skin beneath the fur. His claws dragged down the back to do the same and yet again, never break the skin even as he pressed. The claws at the mask, however, dug firmly against it hand squeezing around that side of Toyle's face.

Toyle cried out and Wel stole a glance to see that golden eye open and wide, full of frightened glee at what was happening. He kept on squeezing further and further until he felt a crack. What did it mean, for Toyle to squirm so much when his mask was being threatened? Would it leave him vulnerable? Would he need to tell the truth of his heart rather than hiding behind snide remarks? Or perhaps he would go further into himself without the filter. Regardless, Wel continued drinking in the situation, digits squeezing and body moving.

Wel brought his fangs off of the other's neck only to let a heated breath out, body moving faster as he felt his climax getting closer. He had almost forgotten the needs of his body during this little fun of his. Toyle was squirming beneath him wildly now, claws at his back dragging down while the expression on the mask and Toyle's face registered a swirling surprise tinged with lovely fear and pleasure. With a claw, he traced the cracks on the mask while he buried his swollen knot inside of the other's rear.

He planted loving kisses along Toyle's throat while he listened to that sweet song. Gasps and moans curled through the air as his cock continued to twitch against the warm inner walls until finally, hot cum began to pour out the tip. Wel continued to trail the crack on Toyle's mask while the turf tiger clawed at the counter, back arching as another orgasm popped free of the cock between them. Wel reached down to feel over the other's abdomen so he could catch the subtle sensation of his seed punching against his touch as if filling Toyle's rear to the brim.

When he was done, he leaned back and breathed out. Toyle was left a writhing mess, one leg drawn up and the other hanging over the counter while an arm covered his face. The turf tiger breathed in and out steadily but they weren't necessarily done yet. A digit moved down to retrieve the ink from Toyle's belly, spell erased as he drew the ink back into his claw. He could feel the extra tightness squeezing around his knot and as he pulled back to start yanking, Toyle squeaked.

Wel grabbed Toyle's neck to keep him pinned against the counter while he pulled his hips back over and over again. The knot stretched Toyle's ass wider and wider with every tug until the bulbous base of his cock was free with a wet pop. Toyle's toes curled, mask and eyes full of swirling fog. Wel took this opportunity to grab his compact and snap a picture of the turf tiger's gaping hole and expression along with a selfie of himself. He posted them all together with another quip before checking on Toyle properly. The cracks in the mask were minor but his expression was colored in a way he had not seen since their first encounter. Such a look brought his cock twitching back to life.

When Toyle sat up, Wel gripped his head by the hair and leaned down so their gazes were level, "I'm not done. I still need to use your throat."

There was no snark left in those hazy eyes. Toyle got off of the counter and onto his knees, Wel's digits looped through the hair the entire time. Toyle took hold of his cock, squeezing and tugging it up before giving his balls loving kisses. Wel purred at the attention, his hand guiding Toyle from his heavy orbs back to the tip of his cock. The turf tiger opened wide and remained still while Wel edged his cock onto the tongue and took advantage. Both of his hands clutched the other's head, squeezing gently before he dragged himself inside of that inviting maw all the way. His balls kissed the turf tiger's chin, nose pushing up against his crotch while he breathed out and started to move back and forth. Beneath him, Toyle was tugging at his own cock, body shaking while Wel began ravaging his throat.

Wel played with the turf tiger's hair, digits looping through the strands while he thrusts forward with a big smile on his face. Toyle remains diligent, eye closed while he keeps those hands focused between his legs. The tongue against his cock worked at a feverish pace to curl around his shaft, twisting and pressing against it while Toyle's breaths graced his crotch through the nose. His digits continued to curl through Toyle's hair, occasionally squeezing and tugging to remind the turf tiger that he was right there above him.

Toyle's body was a shivering mess at this point that seemed barely capable of keeping himself up. The expressions on his face and mask were full of clouds and half-lidded looks that spoke of exhaustion from being used so thoroughly. Wel figured that this was nearly good enough already to merit the transaction but he wanted more out of it. Already he could feel the pressure building back in his gut as he brought his hips forward, digits stroking through the turf tiger's hair to commend him for not gagging.

The tongue against his cock slowed down, Toyle's hands doing the same while he simply watched with a dreamy expression as Wel continued to rut his throat. Wel breathed out with every push, he could feel his knot swelling again as he started to drag Toyle's head back and forth like a fleshlight.

A purr filled the air from his lips, "This is all you're good for Toyle. Hearing about you wanting to be dominant makes me laugh. All you can do is top people who are vulnerable enough to let you even try it but you're built for being tugged and broken at every corner. Look at you...Not even squirming while your throat is being used like a toy."

Toyle didn't answer. Of course, he couldn't say anything with Wel pounding into his mouth but he didn't even shrug or move, didn't bring his claws up to pinch Wel or anything. All he did was let out a pathetic muffled moan around the vulpine hybrid's cock. Since the turf tiger had been so good, Wel decided to keep his knot out of Toyle's mouth. One last push was all it took for hot cum to start pouring down the turf tiger's throat. Toyle gulped it down dutifully, shivering like a leaf while the seed shot directly into his throat and down into his gut.

Wel pulled out early and clutched his cock to pump out the rest of the load on Toyle's face, the turf tiger sighing in response. When he was finished, he laid his shaft on the bridge of Toyle's nose and hummed, "I think you earned that free curse my friend!" The only response was the gentle smack of lips on the side of his cock. Wel chuckled and took his compact up to point it at Toyle, "Strike a pose for your fans!"

The turf tiger raised his claws up in a victory sign, crooked smile, and expression painted by cum. He snapped the picture and posted that before setting his compact down. Toyle still seemed out of it, so he helped the lust drunk and exhausted turf tiger up and onto his feet before taking him to the back room.

Somewhere around midday, Toyle stepped out of the back with slumped shoulders and a groggy half-lidded look back in his clothes. When he saw Wel standing there fully clothed and dealing with another customer, he grumbled, "How long was I out?"

Wel smiled and didn't turn around as he responded while taking the customer's money, "Couple of hours. I posted our pictures up to my private profile and it got plenty of likes. Y'know, you never told me what you want so I just got you the endurance, the size enhancer and a special one on me to help you relax at night after a hard day's work."

Toyle stepped up to the counter to fetch the three inkpots that had been placed in a bag for him before muttering, "Thanks. I'll be sure to use these tonight with Mellie."

With a tender touch, he grabbed Toyle's chin and leaned toward the turf tiger to plant a soft kiss on his lips before chuckling, "Perfect! Now be good for Mellie and Claude. I know you can't help it but you should at least try to hold your tongue a little bit more or at least use it in a more productive way. Oh, and will your mask be okay?"

The turf tiger rubbed at the back of his head, dark color touching his cheeks, "Yeah. It'll be fine and uh, thanks again."

"Anytime sweetie. Is there anything else that I can help you with?"

Toyle looked to the side to make sure the customer at the front left before he leaned up to take hold of Wel's cheek with one hand and bring him down for a gentle kiss. Their lips met together for a spot of gentle warmth that felt nice against the sharp heat still buzzing at the back of his mind. Wel leaned toward the kiss as their mouths melded before parting. His tongue dipped into Toyle's mouth, twisting against the other's before slowly, they pulled away.

The turf tiger cleared his throat and stammered, "Yeah, s-see? Can't resist me!"

Wel gave his cheek a pinch and beamed, "Nope! How could I ever resist you?

Toyle's blush darkened further before he huffed, "Damn straight! Now. If you excuse me, I'll be seeing you later. Don't bother calling me, I'll call you."

He waved while humming, "Understand. I'll text you later on and hopefully, that won't bother you during your date."

The turf tiger stormed out of his store fuming and Wel reached into his serape to pull out his compact. He checked his contacts and got to Mellie, tongue sticking out with a big smile as he sent every single image he had put on his private profile and sent it off to Mellie. If she hadn't seen them before, then she'd certainly see it now.