It was hard to make money in this town.

A heaving cough racked through Arild's body, making him keel over and causing the feral canine next to him, his loyal pet Asha, to lift her head and sniff around his forearm, whining their concern.

"I'm fine, Asha. Don't worry." The boy, a young feline with tawny, tabby colours of orange and brown, waved a hand of dismissal at the dog, who bore dark brown and black features with two pointed ears. The feral animal didn't seem to pay much attention to his words, but also didn't mooch particularly too close. Arild knew he'd be fine; he just had a little cold, that's all. He'd been wandering the streets all his life, but this particular winter was especially difficult-- his usual hideout had been raided by better, stronger vagrants, and they now took up residence in what was the cosy spot he'd been living in for the past few years. Now he had to find somewhere new...but that was a little difficult.

The boy lingered on the edges of a cobblestone path that was mostly in the darker slums of the city, far away from the main centre of the capital and near a messy collection of run-down houses and shacks made of wood, stone or otherwise. It was probably the worst spot for a boy his age to be, but he counted himself lucky he hadn't found a smuggler, black market dealer or worse in his time there. Once upon a time he might have stolen and broken into houses to get the coins to get by, but nowadays such a thing was impossible; even if the people around here had homes, they were just as poor as him. It meant he had to earn money in...other ways.

Before him, a man strode by-- some kind of canine, with a slightly less shaggy outfit than him, bearing linen shorts and a dirty shirt that looked like it was stained with some kind of oil, or grease, or worse. It was a stark comparison to the rags the young feline cub had clad around his body, and as the two exchanged a glance it was clear that the canine thought himself superior.

"S-Spare a coin? I can do a few...um, a few favours." The feline did his best to look 'appealing' and he tilted his knees inwards, displaying a certain degree of shyness whilst tilting his head to the side and looking up at the man with wide, innocent eyes; he was anything but that, though the man shouldn't have known that...in most instances, anyway. The canine pulled his upper lip and suppressed a snarl before continuing on his way, more or less ignoring him. The sight made the feline lower his ears slightly and grimace, unable to really do much else. Depressing as it was, offering himself in one way or another was the only way he could make the coin necessary to be able to eat for the night, both for him and for the canine beside him. Some nights were better than others, however...if the man's sneer was anything to go by.

Thankfully, the canine man wasn't the only person that Arild would see that night. It was maybe an hour or so, but eventually, the feline's waiting bore fruit-- round the corner, striding into the alley, was a much better dressed, perhaps even adventurous lizardman. He had a mixture of blue darks, ranging from dark on the outer edges to lighter on his more vulnerable parts, and his body was covered with different buckles and straps, some wrist guards and a big, billowing black cloak. He might have looked scary, if their eyes didn't meet. When Arild stared into those blue pools, he was met with a strangely warm smile.

"What can I do for you, little guy?" The lizard recognised immediately that the boy needed something-- did he see it in his eyes, or in his posture? Regardless, the feline suddenly felt on edge, but he swallowed his pride; if they were willing to talk, they might be willing to spend some coin. Like before, the boy put on his best innocent-looking demeanour, bending his legs inwards and putting his hands behind his back. His ears folded down as his tail coiled around his leg, and in response he saw the lizard pause in his stride, tilting his head slightly. Strangely enough, Arild couldn't read his expression properly...the way he stared seemed both friendly yet also strangely intense. His intentions were shrouded in mystery.

"H-Hi, mister," He began, his stammering surprisingly genuine. "Could you spare a little coin? I'm willing to do...um, anything."

He watched as the lizard seemed to mull over the words, like he was actually having to consider it. Arild had been with a couple of men, and even a woman before, and none of them had thought about it so hard. It was difficult to tell if he was even interested or not.

"What's your name?" He abruptly asked, catching the boy off guard.

"A...Arild, sir." He glanced from the lizard to his canine companion, Asha, who sat on her haunches next to him. In other instances, Asha could have snarled and barked at those with ill intentions, proving she had a remarkably good intuition...but she was oddly silent. Her lack of reaction made him want to relax, but something about the man made him attentive, nervously so.

"Well, Arild..." The lizard continued, squatting down so he was closer to the feline's height, levering easily on his heels. "I can't say you're all that interesting to me."

"Oh..." The feline droops, a little crestfallen. Will he have to find another person to give him coin for the night?

"But," The man continued with a wide and knowing smile. "This little pup here of yours...what's their name?"

"Um, she's Asha...?" The boy was confused, for good reason. "And she's not a pup anymore."

"I'll give you...15 silver coins if you let me have some fun with her." The lizardman reached down to his side, jingling what sounded like a heavy pouch of metal coins, and for a moment Arild faltered. 15 silver was by no means a small sum, but...Asha? Could he really betray her like that? The man continued to jingle the pouch as his mind swam, and the boy felt both uneasy and yet also desperate; there was no guarantee of another 'client' that night.

"Um...you're not going to hurt her, are you?" He tentatively asked, and his question made the lizardman grin, his eyes glinting in the dark.

"That's up to her," He smirked, his tone coy yet inviting. "I'll throw in another 5 if you stick around to watch. We got a deal, kid?"

Arild hesitated again, his mind swimming with the words. 20 silver was enough for a little over a month's worth of food and shelter at a local inn. It was a crazy amount for a boy like him, too much to pass up for his own morals. Though nervous, he inevitably nodded, causing the man to lick his lips in delight.

"Atta boy." He drawled, before snapping his fingers over towards the dog, getting her attention. The black and brown canine rose to all four feet tentatively dipping her head and reaching it out to sniff the air around him before padding closer, wary around a new person yet also eager for attention. Arild relaxed slightly when the lizardman cupped under her chin and scratched, petting her, but he grew more anxious when he saw the man reach out with his other claw, already impatiently starting to manhandle her.

Arild watched awkwardly, standing by the side as the lizardman leant forwards and moved onto his knees, scooting his scales across the harsh cobbles as one hand went under her body towards her belly, and the other slipped from her chin to her side, around her shoulder. With one hand he lifted her slightly, and the other gently pushed her, effectively coaxing her into slowly and gently turning until her back end was revealed to him. Arild wasn't a complete prude-- he had looked back there, examined her on more than one occasion, but this...it was unprecedented. He'd never done such a thing himself, and yet this man was going to do it to her.

Quietly, he stared as the lizardman shifted, withdrawing his hand and reaching down to pluck at the strip of cloth that served as the only cover to his loins-- it wasn't exactly out of the ordinary, so the cub hadn't even thought how lewd it might be that whatever he had beneath was practically inches away from being exposed, though at that moment it honestly didn't matter. A slight pull, tug and flex of his fingers had the loincloth loosening from around his waist, and he dropped it to the cold, dry cobbles.

"There we go, nice and easy..." The lizardman growled, his hand snaking up Asha's flank to the base of her fluffy tail, grabbing and angling it upwards to reveal the dark outline of her puffy pussy and tail hole in the dim light of the moon above. Though Arild couldn't see it, the man's cock was starting to grow and slide from his slit, revealing an exotically ridged underside and a thick, tapering cock with a steadily growing, swelling knot. The member, curved in its shape, needily reached an eager 8 or 9 inches in length and swing up and down with lust-driven throbs, and the tender pinkness around his member became covered with the base of his swelling member, but his attention was drawn not to his own cock and the need to breed, but to the feral holes before him. He spread and grasped the behind, his thumbs diving inwards to spread over the delicate mound of her pussy, the Y-shaped pussy outline of her cunt reflexively squeezed and clenched against his invading digits, and a mixed half-groan, half-growl escaped him at the sight.

Awkwardness brushed over the feline's features as the lizardman scooted forwards, leaning his body over the female's slender feral frame until his crotch loosely met up with hers, his snaking cock spreading and spreading across her flank and towards her hip for just a handful of moments before he slid back, briefly, to line himself up better. Asha swung her head back and looked over her shoulder at the lizard, awkwardly moving her back legs as he tried to adjust her appropriately, but she didn't pull away, didn't snap her teeth at him to try and draw him away. To Arild's surprise, Asha actually raised her hindquarters just a little, as if giving herself to him. In that, the lizardman saw an opportunity of sorts.

With that, the man pushed forwards, his member nudging around, smearing and slipping and the little drops of pre-cum that oozed from the already aching tip searched for her entrance, her tight cunt. For a moment he struggled, pushing around hands-free until the tapering end of his dick inevitably met with that puffy entrance, pushing in a way that forced the flesh to part and accept him. He groaned and slid forwards, closing his eyes and growling under his breath as the warmth of her feral pussy encapsulated his most intimate part, clinging and squeezing against his intrusion. He shuddered from the feeling, craved it, begged for more...all the while, Arild was forced to watch, filled with a strange feeling of arousal that caused his body to tingle. Was it because he was watching sex unfold before him, or was it because he secretly found the idea of mating with Asha attractive? The feline didn't know how to answer that question; he was too young to understand anything more than the fact his body felt hot.

The lizardman continued, regardless of Arild's thoughts, unawares of them-- he pushed and sighed with bliss as he slid all the way to his knot, pressing the thick and bulbous base to her pussy and threatening to force his way inside with his first thrust and tie with her. Instead, however, he pulled back and started to thrust, letting the dribbles of pre-cum that oozed from his cock serve as the only lubricant he needed. Each pull back left a trail of that pre-seed, whilst each thrust helped to smear it around and make things all the more easier for him. There was no one to watch his antics unfold other than the cub, and it was for that reason that he let himself be swept up in the feeling completely, his hips starting to thrust and piston with a steadily increasing speed as he leant forwards and propped himself up against the cobblestones on his hands and knees. Asha stood there almost nonchalantly, her expression unreadable and utterly unable to make any sort of smile or grimace, but her lolling tongue and panting breaths felt almost like an indication of her enjoyment-- between Arild and the lizard stranger, however, the only one who truly knew how her body reacting was the latter...from her squeezing flesh, he guessed she was eager, perhaps even desperate for sex.

"Atta girl..." The lizard growled, lowering his head down and letting it hang in the air, hovering inches above her furred body and the fluff of her neck. Asha's ears perked to the sounds of his growling right above her, and between their bodies her tail wagged, evidently drawn to him as he pounded her pussy and satisfied her in ways she probably hadn't experienced for quite some time. Arild couldn't help but quietly reached down and touch the tent of his pants, pressing down against his young erection to the sight of the man fucking his loyal mutt, and at the same time the stranger started to groan with a steadily increasing fervency, his claws raking against the stone and causing delicate little scratches in the path as the squelching of his pistoning, thrusting cock grew heavier and wetter the more his pre-cum slickened his movements.

As he fucked her, the temptation to lean down grew too great and he inevitably brought his mouth to the back of her neck, his snout grazing across her fur until his slithering, wet tongue touched with her fur and by extension the flesh beneath. He opened his mouth and bit down-- not hard enough to draw blood, nor enough to cause her to yelp, but he bit to assert dominance, to satisfy the carnal, borderline-animalistic desire in him. Arild couldn't understand it himself, but the bite on her neck encouraged the lizardman to thrust with a renewed vigour, snarling under his breath as his cock started to slam faster and faster, his knot mashing against her Y-shaped entrance and causing the wet slaps of his pre-slickened knot meeting her cunt to bounce around the alleyway, echoing ever so slightly off the wooden walls. With each eager thrust his snarled grew and subsided, his huffing becoming eager and driven with lust, with an eager need to fuck her and tie. His pounding hips, though still reckless and hard, started to press a little harder on the soft flesh of her feminine, feral cunt, forcing it to stretch to accept him ever so slightly each time. His efforts to push against her caused her to loosen up over time...which was just what he wanted.

Arild watched with wide and innocent eyes, the front of his pants damp with pubescent pre-cum, as the reptile pushed and pumped with all his might, keeping his bite firm to that feral neck. His grunts of passion had become something more like carnal half-snarls, half-groans of pleasure that came out more like breathy, vocal exhales as his knot pressed over and over. He could feel his pleasure rising, his orgasm approaching, and wanted nothing more than to tie. Her entrance welcomed him eagerly as he pushed one final time, a growl ripping through him as his knot pressed firmly against her. He could feel her opening up and taking him in, could feel her flesh stretching around his knot, passing the thickest, most bulbous part until, with a grunt, he tied with her. The pressure around his knot was immense, delightful and satisfying...he didn't even need to move or massage himself inside her, for he was climaxing already.

He mumbled something under his breath, perhaps a swear or a phrase, but Arild couldn't hear him, despite standing relatively close. The lizard let out a long, heavy sigh as a shudder rolled over his body, starting from his core and working across every limb as his cock throbbed powerfully in that feral hole, twitching and pulsing until it spurted thick and ample globs of cum deep into Asha's crevice. Each splatter of lizardman seed coated her insides in a sticky film of off-white fluid, and his knot did all the work of keeping it inside, making sure that cum swilled around every nook and cranny of her spasming, flexing flesh. He could feel Asha bowing her hips and tugging against his knot, but he knew from her movements that the feeling was instinctual-- it came combined with a periodic clenching of her tight cunt, indicating that she was climaxing too, and her body was simply riding it out, taking what it could from his crude insertion, his pulsing need, his shooting warmth. He growled atop her and listened to her fervent panting as she loosely rocked her hips up and down a few moments longer until, just like the lizardman's orgasm, she subsided.

Pleasure swam across the man's system, but he didn't forget about the boy who was patiently waiting for his coin. He slowly loosened his grip on the back of the dog's neck and leant up, grunting with a mixture of physical exertion of delightful, tingling gratification as he straightened up on his knees, looking over his shoulder at the boy. He pierced Arild with a singular gaze, and watched as the feline shuddered on the spot. A quick flick of his gaze down caught sight of the boy's young erection and a smirk crossed his maw, before he delved to his side, unlooping the pouch from his waist. He dug inside with a clawed hand, tipping some out and quietly counting as, all the while, his knot throbbed inside that feral pussy, spurting string after string and filling her up.

"Here you go." He licked his lips and held out a hand to the cub, 20 silver coins messily collected in his palm. Arild scrabbled forwards to grab it, and whilst his hands were busy trying to hold all the coins together, the lizardman saw an opportunity to delve his hand down, brushing the backs of his fingers across that bulge. The young feline let out a grunt, shuddering on the spot.

"If you've the patience to stick around, I might be interested in letting you earn a little more coin." The man drawled, and Arild hesitated before he nodded. "The name's Crius. You are I are going to have a lot of fun together."

Arild gulped. He wasn't sure what the lizard had in mind, but...any money was good money.