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Standing against the wall, he stalked out someone who fit the bill, having a certain look to them. The cheap club was full of people but his eyes were trained to search for the more subtle signs. Bingo. He found one and was moving in for the kill. Just at the end of the bar, sitting all alone was a young looking tiger.

"Hey. Not from around here, are you?" the tiger was asked. The feline perked up and searched for the one who asked. His eyes trailed down and he made eye contact with a short fox, having black and grey fur. He leaned against the bar, looking up at the stranger, still expecting an answer.

"Uh, yeah. I'm just here for the weekend," the tiger said, all but mumbling out the words.

"Mhm. What's up? Don't like the music?" the fennec pressed. It was good to get them to open up, that made things easier.

"No it's..." he glanced back at the dance floor. Though it was brief the fox was sure the tiger had looked back at this shirtless lion that was too busy enjoying the nightlife to notice.

"I get it. Yeah, he's here about every weekend."

"I wanna talk to him but..."

"He's a real chill guy. You're not gonna impress him looking like that," the fox snickered, noting the striped cat's rather stiff posture. "But I think I can help you out. You just need some loosening up..."

He made his move and traced his hand up the tiger's leg, reaching up rather high. The tiger jumped a bit but said nothing at first, likely processing the proposition given to him. With the empty cup next to the half full one, it was safe to assume the tiger was only starting to get drunk. At the most he would be loose enough to follow him.

And the fennec was right, wearing an unseen smirk as he led the feline into the bathrooms. It was empty and the fox turned around. "Ready?" he asked.

Before he could even answer, the tourist was suddenly snatched up. With them being the only ones in the bathroom and the music blaring outside, there would be no one to help the tourist. The plan had worked perfectly, Theo did the luring and his partner would take things from there.

Taking things over was a large and muscled possum by the name of Westley. It was no issue for him to grab the skinny tiger by the shoulders, actually lifting and pinning him to a wall. The slightly buzzed feline was stunned, trying to figure out what happened. Speechless, he was looking between the fox and then the possum. While the thug marsupial was scowling, the fennec was wearing a rather satisfied grin. The wheels in his head started turning and he realized that this was a setup.

"Hey! Hey! D-don't hurt me!" the tiger pleaded. He squirmed but it did no good. His feet dangled from the ground and just from the look alone, trying to fight back seemed like a bad idea. The fox chuckled and strolled up to him, taking his sweet time while reaching up and digging into their victim's pocket. He found the wallet and casually unearthed the money inside, looking rather satisfied with the haul.

Westley grunted and let the tiger go. The trembling feline slumped down to the floor, slightly damp with mystery fluids. Theo tossed the wallet back to him and the two of them took their leave. They weren't concerned at all, even if this guy would manage to call the police. Anyone from around here would know that coming to this side of the city, let alone the club in particular was like walking on a tightrope.

And they weren't the only ones. This and a few other places in the area were notorious for cases of theft. And the targets were always the oblivious tourists that ventured too far from the downtown area. Theo and Westley had been at this for some time and made more than enough to satisfy their own needs.

Casually walking outside, Westley found his motorcycle in the alley and Theo hopped up, the bike revving to life and soon racing down the unlit streets. They drove away from the area, being smart enough to not cause trouble close to their dwelling. Sitting in the front between the much bigger mammal's legs, Theo enjoyed the wind that whipped around him, making his big ears sail and his tail wagging. This was the life; doing whatever he felt like and doing it on someone else's dime.

After about 5 minutes, they returned to their very humble abode. The bike was parked and the pair stepped into the run apartment complex. The pair of street things were just two of the many characters that lived there. While passing by apartments, many different sounds came through the thin front doors. Booming music, arguing couples, a blaring tv, and even some moaning. The room the fox and possum shared was down at the very end of the hall.

It wasn't much but it was pretty much home to them. The rent was dirt cheap and the locks worked at the very least. One of the reasons it was so cheap was because the place was a living room, bedroom, and subpar kitchen all at once, being a single space with only the bathroom being disconnected by a wall. Most of the things in the apartment were Westley's: various posters of rappers, DVD cases that were stacked on the floor even though they could have easily been put back on the shelf and the bedroom half of the apartment had the back wall lined with pinups of both men and women. Another stack lay by the bed of various porn magazines, being indiscriminate of species or gender.

Theo was the first to throw himself on the cheap bed that creaked and groaned despite him weighing so little. He was quick to empty his pockets, letting the collected money decorate the sheets. "I think this was the best one yet."

Westley smirked as he unloaded his own pockets as well, soon joining Theo on the bed. The two of them were practically lying on the money. They had even more but kept it stashed in case their thin door caved to someone trying to rob them while they were gone. Though the other residents knew of them and were wary, neither were willing to take the chance.

"How many did you bring in?" Westley asked, his deep but smooth voice finally sounding. He was gripping a 50 dollar bill in his hand, sliding the thin green paper between his fingers.

"5," the answer was quickly given and the tone given made it clear that Theo was proud of himself. "They just stick out more and more."

"And they just keep coming to this side," Westley added. "Thank god for stupid ass college kids." The partners in crime shared a laugh and Theo tossed some of the money in the air. He could have easily been one of the those college kids, but found his street knowledge more valuable in the end. When taken in by the possum, it didn't take long for the fox to go fully into the not-so-honest life.

The city was full of a bunch of rich assholes and the influx of dumbasses that came pouring in from every corner of the world made it so easy. By taking some money they wouldn't miss, the two of them got by well enough. If they wanted to, the pair could find another club and find a hoard of licks to either scam or just plain muscle the money out of. The lure and pin method was just one of many they had, one of their more brazen ones. The majority of their money came from more tactical operations. In this day and age, it was easier and more profitable than making an "honest buck."

He heard some chuckling next to him, Westley seemed rather amused with something.

"What is it?"

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck on top of some money," the possum said rather casually, as if it was a passing thought. But this intrigued his roommate.

"And you never told me this?" Theo asked. "Fuck...that does sound hot. What's stopping you? We got the money right here and...rent is due..."

"Rent" in Theo's case referred to an agreement between the two of them. Though the fox was clever and came up with a good number of their schemes, he was still small and that required him to go the extra mile just to intimidate someone. But Westley did it so easily. Most of the money gotten came from his raw strength and appearance, getting the spineless tourists to empty out their entire wallets if it meant being spared his wrath. To make up for that, Theo offered up some other things in exchange. It being the end of the month, he was due to uphold his end of the deal.

"Already. Shit... Then get over here," Westley said. Theo was already on it, climbing over the bigger male's form. Under his hands were thick pecs and hard abs that didn't come from a gym but the makeshift weights from his childhood home. The street life kept him in good shape and that was the same for Theo, just being more prominent on the 6 foot 9 inch possum. Even through the dark tank top that Westley wore, it could all be felt and a small sound of enjoyment came from the bigger thug, enjoying the rubbing to his chest especially.

Getting right to the good stuff, Theo eased down and pulled away the shorts. More often than not, the possum liked to go commando just for the hell of it, to both show off but also wordlessly offer up a good time to anyone brave enough to approach him. Right in his face was a thick semi hard cock. Having pulled the shorts down quickly, Theo was hit with the rise of unearthed musk. His sensitive nose was subjected to the full brunt of it, sending shudders through the small mammal's body.

Even only half hard, the cock was huge in all respects, matching well with the built marsupial. Theo nosed underneath it, letting the hot meat throb over his nose. He drank in the rich scent that clung to the slightly damp flesh. At the same time, his nose then became pressed to the heavy balls just underneath. While getting his fill on the masculine stench, Theo's mouth was working to at first lick over the furry orbs before sucking on the sack, getting the light taste of sweat on his tongue.

"Fuck... You really love it, don't you?" Westley could feel his cock getting even harder. The smell of himself was filling the cramped apartment. It was always hot out, even during the night and sweating was something guaranteed. While he found some appeal in musk, Theo was absolutely crazy for it, his snout was doing all it could to keep both senses of taste and smell fully stimulated. "Lick them clean then."

The words were given in a command fashion but Theo knew that was just the way Westley was. They were both enjoying themselves in their own ways. A big hand was on the back of his head, pressing him even deeper into it and the fox obliged by opening his muzzle and stuffing the fat orbs into his muzzle. Moaning around them, the long tongue was grinding and twirling over the sweaty ball fur. He knew that it had been a bit of time since Westley's last shower, the water not being guaranteed to work in the complex. So he made up for that by cleaning away the salt and grime with his tongue, loving every moment of it.

Moaning away, Westley was letting himself get lost in the repeated tingles of his balls being caressed and lathered by Theo's long and smooth tongue. Both of his nuts were stuffed into the much smaller mammal's muzzle. He seemed to have some kind of talent that the possum was eager to exploit, feeling the soft lips that were sucking just right.

In between the possum's muscled thighs, Theo let himself get fully into it. For a select few he was willing to do some sucking and raising his tail. The more he did it, the more value the fox found in being the one to give pleasure rather than taking it. Especially in the mean streets of the city there was an idea of guys who played the bottom roles, being weak sissies that were made to be pushed and passed around. But the fennec saw it differently; there was a lot of control given his way and then there was the satisfaction of getting another man to moan out, seeing their knees getting weak because of him...

The sack being tugged from his mouth brought Theo back to reality. "Ready for this dick?" the possum asked, waggling the thick and long rod in front of the fox like it was a fresh bone ripe for chewing.

As soon as a nod was given, it was sliding into the hot and tight muzzle. Another talent of Theo's, the fox could somehow take things like the huge cock into him without much issue. Westley joked that the fox was 50% rubber but was still surprised by the pleasure that came as his tip was already breaching into the even tighter and warmer throat.

Plenty of licks were given to the thick meat, the fox's tongue was curling and dragging at the sides and along the bottom while it was sliding in. The soft lips pressed around too, the sucking picking up where it left off. Moaning around it, Theo was collecting the more prominent taste of sweat. Feeling it pulse in his mouth and tasting the even saltier precum kept him shuddering in dirty excitement.

Westley's moans were filling the apartment, started up again by Theo's head bobbing up and down the throbbing shaft. With every push down, the tip made a prod against the throat's opening, as if teasing the possum on top of it all. There were still a few inches left untouched by the soft mouth and they were caressed by the fennec's paw, slowly stroking back and forth, giving squeezes at the base to make up for the lack of tongue. Being unable to stand it anymore, the possum's heavy hand came back down to press on Theo's head.

It was unexpected, the thick inches being jammed down his windpipe. There was a bit of pain from having it so suddenly stretched but this was something that Theo had also gotten used to being roughly used by the bigger male. With a wagging tail, the fox took deep breaths through his nose, relaxing his throat and allowing the hot meat to slide right in, where it was then gripped tighter and squeezed by the walls of his throat.

"Oh fuck! Yeah, suck that dick down!" Westley began to hump into his friend's mouth, watching his cock come into view and disappear within the maw, paired with the small gags and huffs from Theo. If he started tapping the bed or the possum's thigh repeatedly that meant it was too much for him. So far so good. Huffing himself, Westley let himself push his inches deep inside over and over again. The squeezes and slickness did well to keep milking dribbles of precum from his tip, being quickly swallowed down too.

This went on for about five minutes. Westley let himself be heard. The walls were thin and the neighbors could likely hear them both but nobody dared to tell them to shut up, likely afraid of getting their door kicked down. Having his mouth stuffed and throat plugged with hot meat, Theo could feel the unattended cock wielded by him. Throbbing in his shorts, the fox's cock was twitching hard and had leaked enough to make a prominent wet spot. His hands were full at the moment, stroking at the inches that came sliding out and kneading the sack that rocked back and forth at the same time.

That same hand then yanked the vulpine back, tugging the inches free from the squeezing throat. Theo gulped and gasped, taking in deep lungfuls of air. The air was still heavy with possum musk, keeping him excited and straining in his shorts. But those were soon to come off. Westley was picking him up and carrying him over to the bed before dropping him down on the money-layered surface.

On his hands and knees, Theo waited patiently. Westley got something out of the small nightstand and came back, acting quickly to pull down the fox's shorts, exposing his ass. It wasn't overly wide but his fit form made each cheek toned and something able to be at least gripped and squeezed.

"Mmm... Keeping it nice and tight for me huh?" the question was asked just before a lubed finger pressed and buried itself into the tight foxhole. A heavy shudder ran through Theo, the digit sinking in deep and twisting around to lube his insides. It was being pumped back and forth, being squeezed in response to the pleasure brought about.

Once done, the finger popped free but the broad cocktip was then planted against the winking hole. More lube was applied and Westley's hands were on the small fox's hips. He took in the sight of it all, his cock just a push away from sliding in deep. Around him were all kinds of bills, littering the bed. With a smirk the length was jammed inside of the lubed hole. Theo moaned out and Westley's voice raised with it. Just as the throat gave little resistance, inch after inch was being inserted.

Balling his fists and gripping some bills, Theo all but melted from the penetration. His ass was stuffed full of cock and more of it was easing its way in until the thick pelvis touched to his asscheeks, making a smacking sound. They both held in place for about a full minute. The soft anal walls squeezed down on the thick shaft and a spurt of precum brought a rush of sudden warmth into his depths.

"Tell me how much you want it!"

"Fuck... Come on! Fuck me with that huge dick! My ass is yours!" Theo proclaimed, saying all the things he knew Westley liked to hear. And the possum chuckled, giving a firm smack to the spread ass.

A deep but slutish moan came from the vulpine, feeling the cock tugging out of his depths. He braced himself, a hump forwards coming almost right after. There would be no easing up; whether it be with his throat or his ass, Westley licked to hammer his dick in, bringing about repeated hard claps of his body crashing into Theo's backside. Grunting through grit teeth, the tall and muscular possum was humping with enough force to rock the entire bed.

"Damn! Just like that!" the fennec praised, being pushed back and forth. Each thrust had enough force to fling his small form forwards but the firm grip on his body kept Theo in place. The smell of Westley's musk was getting heavier again, being renewed from the effort put into the hard fucking. Shuddering from the unending pleasure, the fox pressed his face into the mattress, still moaning deeply from the powerful ruts. Even the smell of sweat and sex was deep in the fabric itself, something he shamelessly sniffed at.

They exchanged dirty words and kept their voices loud as it went on. Westley made up for the dry spell he had been in, going to town on his friend's ass. Hitting the prostate brought a strong squeeze down that doubled the pleasure. That pleasure remained strong the entire way through. His cock was drilling against the hot and silky walls, having stretched them quite a bit. But Theo remained tight, pushing back against the incoming thrusts and panting while jerking himself off.

The two of them were getting closer to their climaxes and were going for a strong finish in their own ways.

"Heh. Gonna cum in a bit. You ready for it? Gonna dump my nut in you!" Westley taunted, rocking his body with full force, reveling in every wet sound that came from his lube and precum-slathered cock pistoning rapidly, the echoing claps of their bodies smacking into each other. Curling his toes and planting his hands on the money-decorated bed, Westley shoved himself in a final time and made a deep hissing sound, keeping every inch jammed inside while cumming hard and deep inside.

Theo could feel the rush of heat into his depths, the strong jets of hot and sticky fluids. There was one, then two. Westley was still grunting and hissing through clenched teeth. Three, then four. Just as he said, the possum was draining his balls fully, dumping all the seed he had. The sloppy feeling was getting stronger on Theo's end, feeling his tailhole being painted white by endless spurts.

He was still stroking himself, jerking quickly and making a bark-like sound as he came hard as well, shaking as ropes of his own cum streaked across the bed, hitting a few bills as well. The climactic bliss was much stronger than usual, his hole clenching down hard on the huge length, feeling the last dribbles pour from the tip. A deep sigh came from them both as they came down. Westley heaved Theo up and carried him to the bathroom. After stepping into the shower, he pulled his cock free and let the excess of seed leak out of the fox's well bred ass. A purr-like sound came from the fennec as he relieved the slight pressure from all the hot possum spunk.

The pair were soon back on the bed, still naked and panting.

"You're paid off until next month," Westley chuckled.

"Great..." Theo sighed.

"Fuck you're ass it too good. If I had it more often it would ruin me. I'd have to start paying up for it instead..." Westley was just speaking aloud but this gave Theo an idea. He wasn't sure about lifting his tail for just any guy out there, but for the right price...maybe. His dad told him to not do what he was good at for free after all.

It was 2 in the morning and Westley had soon fallen asleep, but Theo was still awake. The wheels were turning in his head. There were many ways to make money in the city and that tiger had been rather easy to follow in hopes of getting some tail. Theo began to wonder how things would have played out if he actually had gone through with that...