Allie had only just returned from the hospital and was still getting her bearings. The conversation wasn’t helping.

“Let’s try it again.” she said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Um, that’s okay.” said Demarle uncomfortably.

“As interesting as talking to you would be…” said Brittery, and trailed off as if the list of things to do was just too overwhelming to get into.

“No, I’m serious.” said Allie. “I’m sure you wanted me to come back here, and I think you said we had to talk.”

“I’m not sure ‘have to’ is the right way to put it…” said Demarle, hesitantly.

“Jennis!”

The older, shaggier Runge lady looked unhappy, but determined. “Yeah, Allie?”

“What the heck is going on? What did they need to talk about?”

Instead of speaking to Allie, however, Jennis spoke to Demarle. “You’re going to have to trust me a little bit more. Okay? I’m just saying. Let me handle this. If you want, you can leave…”

“Jennis!”

“Allie, you can’t stay here. It’s not going to work for everybody. I can try to help you, once I’m off work…” said Jennis firmly.

“But… I wasn’t st… you mean I… they…”

“What you need to understand,” said Jennis, “is that the final decision is that you can’t be here. Do you know somewhere safe you can go, perhaps sit with Rai at the hospital until I can talk with you?”

Demarle wasn’t leaving, and she looked as distressed as Allie felt. Brittery wasn’t leaving either, and her delicate jaw was set in feline stubbornness, her smouldering eyes just cool slits.

Allie was floundering. “Where’s the ginger colored one?” she said, because she’d sensed a friendliness there.

“Daucery is sulking.” said Brittery. “Hers was not the final decision. I bring in more money than she does, and with Faisand leaving…”

“You were talking about letting me join you.” said Allie. “That’s what this was about.”

“One of the things Faisand always used to emphasize was our differentness.” said Brittery. “We’re not losing that.”

“As much as we’ll need the money.” said Demarle despairingly.

“We’ll get by…” said Brittery, but she was interrupted. There was a knocking, in fact a banging at the door, and before anyone could react, it opened and there was a new visitor. He rushed in and looked hectically around, as Jennis got between him and her employers, as Brittery flared her eyes at Allie in a fierce glare and jerked her elegant head towards the door wordlessly, as Allie froze, overwhelmed and unable to react.

“Help me!” panted the guy. He was an ordinary looking grey Runge, dressed like some sort of financier, except that he looked entirely frazzled and wild-eyed.

“Excuse me, sir?” said Jennis, with unflappable poise. Allie saw her muscles tense, readying for physical combat.

“Help me. Cel. Celebrate. Please, for God’s sake. I’m gonna explode.”

“We can direct you to a hospital…”

“No!” barked the guy, very loudly- loud enough that both the Nerre cringed, which wasn’t lost on Jennis.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to…”

“I’m rich.” said the guy, eyes darting about.

“That’s nice, but I’m going to have to ask you…”

“I’m rich! I’ve been up for three days trading!”

“Maybe you should go and have a nice rest somewhere and…”

Brittery interrupted. Her eyes glittered. “No. Hear him out.”

“Are you sure?” said Jennis warningly. “Our friend is very excited.” She mouthed, ‘drugs!’ and her teeth showed in a snarl.

“You’d be fuckin’ excited too. I tell you, I’m rich. I’m set for fucking life. And I saw that, and, and, I understand you’re worried but I’m cool, part of it is the adrenaline, and, and, and if I could, you’ve, you’ve GOT to let me unwind my way…”

“Sir, you should unwind just a leetle bit more and then if you’d like to come back…”

“Now!” yelped the guy. “I’ve got to fuck like a madman now! I’ll pay anything, I’m begging you, you’ve got to let me ride this rush out my way…”

Brittery was padding forward, a bold slink in her gait, holding a finger up to Jennis and demanding silence. Jennis fell silent, but did not step back… she stood right there as Brittery flowed between her and the frantic wolf, and watched very carefully as the lean, muscular black feline reached up to caress the madman’s muzzle with just a hint of claw tickling the fur.

“Define anything.” said Brittery. “I can match your wildness. Maybe that’s why you came to me?”

“I’m rich, I told you.” panted the guy. “Help me now. Please.”

“Am I not helping you?” purred Brittery, a wild and heady lilt to her voice. “I can do more. Two thousand, since you want to show off?”

The guy didn’t flinch, and his eyes got even more feral. “Hell yes. I’ll take everything this place can offer, all at once. Let’s do it, right now.”

“That will do nicely.” purred Brittery, and her eyes matched his- like Daucery, she seemed to take enjoyment from the prospect of extremeness, but in her case, she didn’t look like she wanted to be overwhelmed. On the contrary, she looked ready to eat the much larger Runge up, and her tail flicked and lashed excitedly.

The guy looked around.

“Not into old and shaggy, not into fat.” he said. “You, and her.”

He pointed at Allie, and Brittery froze in her tracks, tail included.

There was silence, and then Jennis said, “We have a problem. She’s not…”

“Not a problem.” said the guy, shaking. “Four thousand.”

“No, you don’t understand…”

“No, you don’t understand.” said the guy. “Humor me. Eight thousand. I want that one.”

“She’s not…”

“She’s dressed as a fuckin’ whore, look at that top. I can see her nipples. Oh my God, look at those titties. I like that kind. Ten thousand.”

Brittery had found her voice. “Aren’t I enough? Aw, baby, I want you just like this, hungry…”

“I want my fantasy exactly the way I imagine it right now. I want to cap this off with a perfect moment. I want you and her, right now. Ten thousand.”

“But…”

“Each.”

By now, Jennis was glancing hectically at Demarle, at Allie, at the guy in turn. Allie was ridiculously wide-eyed, her ears splayed in adorable and total confusion, and she was taking deep breaths while clutching the top to herself, that top that Faisand had given her, the one that didn’t really fit and was so delicate and expensive and filmy.

Brittery glanced back, not at Jennis but at Allie, and the brief glance showed alarm and a fierce, cranky irritation. She tried one more time to get control.

“Listen. Baby. Let me take you off and we will go crazy. I can bring in my friend Daucery, you’ll like her, but that girl…”

“Fifteen thousand. Each.”

“Baby she does not work here! She’s just leaving! She does not work here!”

The guy’s eyes dropped. One hand waved around, clutched the air, sagged.

The guy’s eyes came up.

“One hundred thousand.”

Allie saw Brittery’s tail bristle. So did Demarle’s. Everyone froze, even Jennis. No glances, no motion.

The guy licked his lips.

“Total. Not each. God damn it, do not ruin this for me…”

Slowly, Brittery’s gaze met Allie’s, and this time the black cat looked equally shocked.

“Come on.” said the guy. “Come on come on come on come on…”

“Did you hear that, Jennis?” said Demarle unsteadily.

“Yup.”

“God damn it, make this happen for me!” yelped the guy, visibly shaking, as if refusal would shatter him.

In a single elegant gesture, Brittery reached a paw back- towards Allie, who came uncertainly forward, as if hypnotized, reaching out as if the black Nerre would deliver an electric shock. She reached up and caressed the guy’s muzzle again.

“Never say I can’t give you a perfect moment. Come with us, baby- we’re going to take care of you.”

She padded back towards the workrooms, moving like liquid, her ebon muscles rippling like she was moving sculpture, and towing both the guy and Allie in her wake. Allie stared in awe as Brittery began shedding her skimpy clothing even as she walked, silky flanks and clearly defined muscle under soft, short fur. Allie continued to stare as the ravishing Nerre courtesan flowed up against the guy, rubbed against him lavasciously, was lost to sight as her sensuous touchings took him briefly around him and behind…

“…do not fuck this up…”

Brittery looked dreamy and very horny once more as she twirled before the guy and rubbed up against him again, but Allie gulped, for Tery had taken that brief moment out of the guy’s view to hiss a deadly warning, and her elegant feline face had transformed with contempt just for an instant.

Allie trailed along, reluctant captive to a perfect moment.

As they entered the workroom, the guy ran ahead and jumped on the bed like a kid. As he did, Brittery took another moment to speak with Allie, holding her back with a paw, and whispering rapidly, “Follow my lead- got to be top level- rules change, do not fuck up!”

“What do you mean, rules change?” whispered Allie, but Brittery was already striding forward, the guy ogling her openly and pulling off his pants. Allie trailed after, hesitantly- the hesitation not so much due to the guy, as it was due to Brittery herself. Allie couldn’t work out what the intense black feline intended or expected, only that the stakes were high- impossibly high.

“Get over here!” said the guy, and Allie hastened to comply.

“What’s your name?” she said, for lack of a better introduction.

The guy blinked. “I’m mister I’m-fuckin-rich, that’s who. I’m Dren. Who are you, and does the stripe go all the way down?”

“I’m Allie- and yeah, it does, if you mean my patterning. w.. Wanna see?”

“I was gonna say, it better. Or you can get out the paint. For fuckin’ a hundred K it better be awesome. I think I let myself get a little excited…” said Dren.

“Natural in the newly rich.” purred Brittery, smoothly. “Undress, Allie, let him see.”

“Oh, you do know her name?” snapped Dren.

“Certainly. I’ve had breakfast with her.” Brittery did not mention that she’d rushed off in a fit of temperament. “It’s true that she does not work here, but she is well thought of. …by some.”

“Great! She can have breakfast of you, and I’ll check out her stripe. Let’s go!”

Brittery quirked an eyebrow- but did not hesitate. She pounced onto the bed, nuzzled the guy, writhed herself into a provocative, legs-splayed position, and beckoned. Allie stepped out of the last of her clothes, and slunk over nervously.

“What… what?” she stammered. “You mean me?”

“Time honored fetish among guys.” purred Brittery. “You heard him. Come on, warm me up, you’ll be getting a good dicking while you do it. Don’t tell me you’ve never eaten pussy before?”

“But I haven’t. I’m sorry! I’m really nervous!” Allie climbed reluctantly onto the bed as well.

“Dren darling,” said Brittery, “care to distract our lovely virginal wolfpuppy while I teach her?”

“I can’t figure out if this is bringing me up a notch or pissing me off…” said Dren speculatively. Allie made a little suppressed whimpery noise. “All right, call it up a notch.” said Dren. “I’ll roll with it…”

“Why am I the center?” yelped Allie. “You don’t even l… why do you want me to be with him, now?”

Brittery lifted herself on one elbow. “I think he’ll want to end with me.”

“You’re better, huh?” said Dren, his hands exploring Allie’s lupine butt.

“Yeah. You’ll see. If you’re really brave, you can go belly to belly with me. I am not an opening act, darling.”

“I don’t think I like you guys fighting.” said Dren. “You know what I’d like? I just finished days of fighting over money. I think we should all wallow in pleasures of the body until we pass the fuck out, you know what I mean?”

Brittery stretched, and mrowled lustily. “Excellent!” Allie noticed that her pussy did not swell and jut out like a Runge vagina, but it pouted hard and seemed unusually juicy. The small, muscular Nerre suddenly seemed very alien to her. Yet, Brittery was the same species as Rencer, even the same fur color… the little black cat’s eyes glittered as Allie leaned over, tongue hesitantly peeking out, nose picking up the strange pungency of the Nerre…

Allie yelped, and bit her tongue, as Dren abruptly entered her.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “oh, that’s tight and good…”

“Caught her off guard.” said Brittery. “Come on, honey… oh. Hm.”

“Oh yeah, feel that… well, you can’t, of course, but I’m feeling it. Oh, baby. Hey, isn’t she gonna lick you?”

“She’s shaking, but she’s sure a quiet one. Feels good, does she? How good, real good?”

“Oh, man…” crooned Dren as he worked his cock in and out of Allie with firm insistence. “It’s a little weird. I guess the very best is always a little weird, huh? How’s your end?”

Brittery quirked an eyebrow. “I think I may have to excuse my end from work today. Since you ask, how’s your end?”

Dren blinked, and stopped. “Excuse wha? You noticing something I’m not? She’s not real sloppy and she’s real silent, but you know she’s kinda wriggling and squirming a bit there. What’s going on?”

Brittery gazed into Allie’s wide, nervous, yearning eyes with a bit more compassion than she’d started with. “She’s bit her tongue, honey. I don’t think she can lick me comfortably, even if you ask. Allie? Open your mouth, Allie.”

Allie gulped some of the taste of iron away. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“Is it bad? Hey, uh, Allie, you hurt bad? Need me to stop fuckin’ you?”

Allie glanced slowly back at the guy, and saw moderate concern, his lupine ears perked forward and his too-bright eyes a bit gentler. He held still, though his thickish cock throbbed within her- growing a touch stiffer as he took in her gaze.

Allie held his eye as she tensed herself, squeezing at him, and favoring him with a sensuous writhe of her hips.

Dren licked his chops. “Doesn’t talk, but I would say she doesn’t need to. Let me give you some more of that, baby…” and with that, he began to move again, less fiercely, harmonizing with Allie’s lewd wriggling.

Brittery leaned forward, and petted Allie’s muzzle. “Strange girl- but something of an artiste. You do really want to please him, don’t you?”

Allie nodded.

“Do you want to please me?”

Allie’s eyes widened in a strange combination of erotic pleasure and dismay. “Umm… nhhh… d’know ‘f I can…”

“I don’t mean that way. Enjoy him a little while longer- don’t tie or I shall scratch you- and then I shall take your place, and you will have a reward.”

Allie trembled, resisting the urge to moan. “…reward?”

“You are some sort of budding artiste yourself, perhaps you’ll understand.” said Brittery, eyes half-lidded. “We deal in fantasies, but at the highest level, fantasies become real and unforgettable. You can’t fake the true gifts, and this makes us special…”

“I’ve done this with girls who yelled a lot, sometimes real fakey.” said Dren.

“Don’t get too distracted, lover.” winked Brittery. “I want you hard and heavy. He’s pretty nice, is he, Allie?”

“Uhmmmm!” said Allie, and then immediately looked bashful. Brittery’s ear flicked, twice.

“What I meant, sweet young apprentice, is that we’ll swap places- and then I will make love to both of you like you will never forget. Very soon, I think. I have been trained not only by Faisand but by Demarle, and I don’t think you’ve experienced that, Allie. Have you?”

Allie shook her head, her eyes glazing over a bit as Dren steadily screwed her.

“Getting about ready to take it up a knot, I mean notch?” teased Brittery, her paw caressing her feline vagina with delicate tracing motions.

“Which… of us… do you mean?” panted Dren.

“Both. Both of you.”

“You promise… to get her off as good as I can?”

“Better.” purred Brittery. “Wouldn’t you like to see that?”

“I was… hoping…” panted Dren, his hips pistoning relentlessly. Brittery studied this for a few seconds, observing Allie’s shuddering, Dren’s excitement but also the signs he was tiring, and then she made her move.

“Now. Give her to me now. Now!”

Dren fell back onto his haunches, his dick making a ‘splip’ sound as he pulled out. Allie reeled, but Brittery had her by the shoulders, pulling her forward, flipping her, tumbling her to the bed where the black cat had been lying, and as Allie panted, Brittery pounced. She spread Allie’s legs with a kind of fervent tenderness, and she loomed, her breath hot against the young wolfess’s pouting vulva.

“But… he…” managed Allie, astonished that Brittery was apparently ready to ignore their impossibly high-priced client.

“He’ll find something to do,” purred Brittery, “and he wants to watch this.”

He did indeed. Dren’s tongue lolled unheeded as he stared.

“I bet I make you howl…” added the black Nerre, smugly.

“You can try.” said Allie, and almost bit her tongue again. “I’m sorry! I have this thing about it…”

“All right,” said Brittery. “I will.”

With that, Brittery crouched low and slunk forward, just a bit, her eyes glittering and a tiny pink glimpse of tongue showing.

“Will it scratch?” said Allie, her eyes wide with trepidation.

“Depends…”

“Depends on what?”

“No.” purred Brittery. “Depends on where.” Her nose touched Allie’s vulva gently, and the young wolfess’s body jerked. Behind Brittery, Dren watched, transfixed.

Brittery’s tongue touched Allie’s clitoris, just pressing lovingly against it without trying to slide, and Allie shivered to feel that strange vivid texture. Tery’s tongue felt sharp, like a rasp- but then, it depended on where, and she was tasting Allie’s most delicate spot. As if sensing the thought, the tongue withdrew. It was odd that such a relatively small, cute tongue featured such potentially alarming qualities…

Allie drew a breath through her teeth. Tery had licked firmly to the side of Allie’s vulva, grooming the fur there with a long, emphatic tongue-stroke. Allie had never felt anything quite like it, and Brittery seemed to know this, for she wore a delicate smirk as she paused, then did it again, and then again on the other side. Allie heaved a breath that made Dren’s eyes pop, her pert lupine breasts rising and falling in a poetry of two-toned motion. Who knew that attention to the area around her pussy held such charms?

And with that, Allie gasped out loud, as Brittery’s scratchy little tongue had just delicately traced one side of her entrance, with almost no pressure. It was like being caressed by the frizz on a coarse cloth. Allie glanced downward in shock, to see Tery’s eyes glancing up- and glittering even more.

Allie looked away. It was just a bit too demanding. Her body trembled, her tail twitched, but Allie kept her mouth tightly closed, locking both her sore, bitten tongue and her stubbornly withheld voice inside her. She took another deep breath, through her nose, and it turned into a gasp as Brittery carefully parted her folds and licked one side of the gleaming rosy pinkness she found there.

“She doesn’t want to react.” said Dren. “Um…”

He broke off, watching Allie arch her back sensuously but silently, lupine flanks working a slow, suggestive writhing. Allie’s tail flapped around briefly, and then slapped the bed as she bucked, eyes squeezed shut, under Brittery’s ministrations.

“She doesn’t want to make sounds.” corrected Dren. “Can’t say she isn’t reacting.”

Brittery lifted her dainty muzzle for a moment, taking a deep breath. “Do you like? Is it okay?”

“I never saw anything like it.” said Dren, awed. “You’ve got your work cut out for you. What should I do?”

Tery braced her paws, and jutted her feline rump in the air wantonly, and returned to her devotions.

Dren’s attention wasn’t on cat pussy right away, though. As Tery drove Allie onward, Dren couldn’t help but stare at one of Allie’s paws, poised before him. As Allie tensed and squirmed, that paw stretched and clenched, not with the gleeful flexibility of the feline, but more stiffly, solidly- Runge style.

As a suppressed wolf-girl squeak teased the waiting air, Dren’s gaze snuck over to the exotic flavor- Tery’s paw gripped the bedsheets as if clinging to them, lest the fierceness of her sensual hungers fling her across the room. Dren realized suddenly that the little feline was shaking as much as Allie was- trembling and crooning as she licked further and began to press with a finger- press cautiously, so cautiously, for her fingers bore claws.

It occurred to him in passing that surprising the black kitty with the same sort of no-hands sudden entry could lead to shredded wolf girl, so Dren’s approach was more hesitant: he moved in, playing with his respectable cock and trying to work out how much fucking he could get in before he tied. In position, Dren looked over his costly domain- ebon feline fervently pleasuring an increasingly hysterical wolf girl at his bidding, kitty butt boldly in the air, taut muscular contours making a sculptural scandal framing a glistening feline vagina that pouted at him and smelled musky and strange, like a wild resonant note outside any of his normal experience.

He paused for another moment, just drinking in the moment. Possibly the wolf girl was better- but he’d wanted one to fuck the other, and she’d bit her tongue and couldn’t do it properly, and anyhow the kitty’s rear view was nearly as good- what she lost in fur patterning, she gained in the bold, sideways posture of her tail, the trembling of it as she waited and went to town on the wolf girl. Dren was almost sure he’d heard another squeak out of that one- the effort the wolf girl made to control her noises only made them sexier when she couldn’t help vocalizing. Kitty girl was licking and fingering, and from the looks of her pussy she didn’t need any warming up- she was readier than Dren had ever seen anyone be, and Dren placed his hands on her hips, preparing a thrust.

He hadn’t bargained on her reaction, expecting a somewhat more passive response. What he got was a frenzied squirming, and a wild muffled crooning, almost yowling- Brittery was crying out, but wouldn’t stop eating out the wolf girl first. She apparently wasn’t going to leave off for a second. Dren found this unbearably exciting- all the more exciting when the wolf girl shuddered as if electrified, and let out a shrill yip just for a moment.

The moment was so dramatic, that Dren couldn’t bear to rush, and slowly he pressed his turgid cock against the black kitty’s frantic entrance, her juices painting him in glistening lubrication. She would not press back against him, for it would mean pulling away from the wolf girl- but her hips writhed like his dick was a cue stick, and she was chalking it.

Slowly, Dren pressed deeper, sinking through yielding fevered slick and silky flesh, reaching a band of loving tautness, and wedging more and more firmly into that… Dren wasn’t sure if the kitty was tensing something to produce that effect, but it made her every bit as tight as the wolf girl, and he didn’t care how it was done.

Then, suddenly, he knew beyond any doubt, for Brittery unclamped just for a moment, and seemed to draw him fully into her body, knot-and-balls deep- and then tensed again, grasping him behind the knot area with bold firmness, her hip-writhing abruptly replaced by a shockingly intimate squeezing and gripping. Dren reeled with pleasure and felt his body react with a surge of erection- his knot surging to life. It was glorious, and yet too soon, too soon- and, in haste, Dren tried to get some thrusting in, before it was too late.

It was surprisingly difficult- though Brittery was slick to the point of making obscene slurping sounds with his every motion, she tensed so hard that he winced and marveled at the supple force of her. It was like the taut narrow band of a tie, but the courtesan feline seemed to be working that tightness at several different places, clinging and clenching and kneading at him.

Dren realized that his feline lover was beginning to yowl and shudder, and still she would not lift her dainty muzzle from the other girl’s vagina. She wailed against Allie’s clit, her paw moving in a way that suggested a deeply buried finger was exploring and seeking, and the wolf girl writhed, then pounded her fist against the bed, and then…

Dren couldn’t know everything about what happened, nor was he interested- all he really cared about was his paid-for spectacle, the gratification of his hottest fantasies. He was not cheated.

If he had been interested, he might have said it was almost like the reaction you’d get from an excited wolf girl, if you were exploring inside her, finding a very special spot along the front wall of her pussy with a paw-pad, working her into a frenzy with love-singing against her clitoris until she began to come- and only then, nailing that spot with a claw-tip.

Allie erupted into shrieking, wavering yelps, every muscle strained tense- and the next instant, Dren erupted in response, pumping wolf-come into his feline lover, knot leaping into action and binding him to her- and with that, Brittery triumphantly lifted her dripping muzzle from Allie’s pussy, and joined them with a victorious, harsh cat-scream of release, giving herself over completely to wallowing in the sensations that flooded her.

She had prevailed- she had dealt righteously with a client at a pay scale beyond anything she had ever heard of, and she had delivered a priceless, unmatchable moment.

As she sagged forward against Allie’s shuddering belly, Dren shoving her into Allie’s arms as his energies flagged and he passed out on her, Brittery thought- I can’t wait to tell Faisand about this one.

As she snuggled between the two Runge, all their bodies trembling with aftershocks, she thought, actually, we all have a lot to talk about…