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Charlie is bored. But then things happen and she's no longer bored.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I'm not sure what to write here without spoiling too much of the story. Charlie is bored. But then things happen and she's no longer bored.", "writing": "Charlie the mule\n\nIt was one of the first warm days of spring and the weather was practically summer-like. Though down on Canal Street, Charlie was too busy being bored to enjoy the weather. Waiting for customers, she stood on the sidewalk in her regular work clothes. She was wearing a bright blue bandeau, fishnet stockings on her forelegs, a small saddlebag and the signs slung on her flanks listing the services she and her colleagues offered. \n\nTo the foxtaur escort, the day seemed to go by slower than usual, as it often was when nothing special happened. Even people-watching, her normal pass-time wasn't as fun as it usually was. For one, there were less people around and those that were seemed somewhat uninteresting. Or maybe she was simply so bored that she saw everything through ''gray-tinted glasses''.\n\nDragging her fingers through her short, unruly, hair for... she'd lost count how many times she'd done that during the day. Not that her hair needed fixing, her dirty-blonde mop of hair did as it pleased. But it gave her something to do for a moment.\n\nTo add to her boredom, her friends were all busy. Lily, her little fennec friend, was away on a job, doing who knows what. Melissa, the badger, was leaning on a street lamp, deep in thought trying to solve a sudoku. Meanwhile, the two squirrels Twiggy and Sue were sitting on a bench, doing pedicure. Sue had her paws up on the bench to let Twiggy paint her claws. \n\nWith little else to do she yawned, and not some quick and polite little yawn. This was going to be a thorough yawn, one the bored vixen put time and effort into. She opened her jaws wide, pulling back her black lips and baring her teeth. Slowly inhaling when her jaws opened wider, her whiskers flared out, ears folded and she closed her eyes, putting much more effort into this simple act than she had reason to... \n\nExhaling and slowly closing her mouth again, she felt a little better and got back to people-watching.\n\nMinutes passed...\n\nShe looked around and took a sip from her can of Rävgift. Sitting down on her haunches she held up one of the signs, hindleg idly scratching her flank, sending a few stray hairs flying in the faint wind. She had brushed out most of her winter coat, slimming down to her summer body, but some stubborn tufts still refused to let go. Her scratching done, she looked around to see if anything interesting had happened since she last checked, some thirty seconds ago. It hadn't and she took another sip from her can. The minutes passed at a snail's pace...\n\n*NOKIA ringtone*\n...roused her from her ennui.\n\nPulling her phone from her saddlebag, Charlie checked the number. It was among her contacts, but the name ``Customer #1062'' meant nothing to her. Still, she answered.\n\n''Charlie speaking.'' she said.\n''Is this Charlie Quattro?'' an unfamiliar male voice on the other end asked. That question made her connect a few dots. This was a customer she had spoken to earlier, perhaps last week, or the week before that, her memory was a bit hazy. Though Quattro wasn't her real last name, she never gave that to customers. But with this particular customer, they had agreed for her to use an alias. \n\n``That's me.'' she answered.\n''Do you remember where we agreed to meet?'' he asked.\n''Yes, it was at...'' she began...\n'''Yes' or 'no' will do.'' he interrupted her.\n''Oh, uh, yes.'' she replied. \n''Good. It's time to get to work. Go to the meeting place. They're waiting for you.'' he said and ended the call.\n''Well, goodbye to you too.'' she muttered, put away her phone and finished her Rävgift.\n\nHer boredom forgotten, Charlie removed her signs and gave them to Melissa before going to Twiggy's van to change. Removing her stockings and putting on a white shirt over her bandeau, she set off, trotting toward the bus stop. No longer bored, she was instead curious, she didn't know much about this particular job. Just that she was to go to that address for further instructions.\n\nAfter a little while she began humming to herself, happy to finally have something to do. Despite the nice weather the day had been really slow. \n''Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai...'' she hummed while walking and her tail wagging behind her. A passing lark stopped and gave the happy foxtaur a puzzled look before shrugging and going about his business.\n\nAfter a short and uneventful bus trip the vixentaur found herself outside an apartment complex, one of several in the neighborhood. Entering, she noted that the elevator was out of order and began walking up the spiralling stairs. On the fourth floor was her goal, a door looking like the others, and she rang the doorbell. \n\nHer finger had barely left the button when the door flew open and a black... something... grabbed her by the arm and practically threw her into the apartment, slamming the door behind them, missing her tail by a hair. \n''Were you followed?'' the creature asked brusquely.\nIt took the vixentaur a few seconds to get her bearings after getting forcibly yanked into the apartment hallway.\n''Uh, I don't think so.'' she said and gave this creature a better look. From the scent she could tell it was a female, but had no idea what species she was since the only thing she could see were a pair of brown eyes surrounded by dark fur looking at her through the eyeholes of a black balaclava. The rest of the mysterious female, including the tail, was covered in a dark bodysuit that would have made her look like a sneaky, secret agent if it had been skintight. But since it was several sizes too big it made her look more like a walking tent. She even had black gloves on her hands and her tail was covered in a black stocking.\n\nLooking past the masked stranger, Charlie looked the room over but couldn't see much. The doorway leading to the rest of the dwelling was covered up by a tapestry, hiding anything but the hallway from view. In the hallway, next to the stranger was a small table with a closed cardboard box and some other things, including an ashtray.\n\n''Guess that'll have to do.'' she muttered and added ''turn around, it's time for you to earn your pay.''. That was familiar territory to Charlie, who thought that despite the weird beginning, this would be a job like any other and turned in place. A hand lifted her tail while the other gently probed her lower lips. What followed next surprised the foxtaur. The hand didn't just finger her but pushed a round object into her, the finger pushing the thing deep into her pussy. That object was quickly followed by another. She began looking back to ask what was going on...\n\n''Who said you could turn around!?'' the masked female barked and Charlie quickly faced forward again.\n''Sorry, I was just wondering what you were doing back there.'' she explained.\n''We pay you to NOT ask questions.'' was the terse reply. \n\nThe female pushed more and more of the objects into Charlie's pussy, made easier by the vixen starting to get wet from the stimulation. Yet more followed until Charlie began feeling full. The last three or four were a bit more work to get them in and the female had to push them in with more force to get them to stay in the vixentaur's vagina. Charlie was about to ask just how many things she was going to get stuffed into her when she heard the masked female mutter.\n''Guess that'll have to do.'' she said and stood up. Still facing forward, Charlie could only hear her customer go and fetch something from the table before kneeling behind her again.\n\nIn retrospect, she should have expected it, but still, Charlie was surprised when she felt a finger slick with lubricant probe her tailhole. It poked around a moment, smearing her insides with the cold liquid. A second finger joined the first, adding more lube. The pair of digits kept digging in her rear, putting more and more lube in the vixen's ass. With all the lube going in her, she began wondering just what this masked butt enjoyer had planned. Was she going fist her up to the elbow? Or try to shove a traffic cone up her ass?\n\nShe soon had her answer when the two fingers were joined by another round object, like the ones in her ``other hole''. Like before, that first object was pushed in deep. More followed and at first Charlie tried to count them but the stimulation from the hand fingering her together with the things moving in her her ass and pussy was too distracting. The unknown female kept shoving more and more things in her rear, the pleasure Charlie had felt getting replaced by discomfort. She now felt bloated, like she had overeaten or was constipated.\n\nHer faceless stuffer pushed a final object in the vixen's strained rump with some effort before she stood up.\n``Done. All right, you can turn around now.''. Charlie did as she was told, feeling the things shift with her movement. She had used anal beads before, but this was different. The beads were held together by a string, were usually smaller and there were far fewer beads to a string than whatever amount she had inside her.\n\nThe masked creature held out some papers to the foxtaur. Charlie took them and quickly looked them over. Identification papers, for a vixen with a name similar to hers.\n``Your identity for this job. If anyone asks for your identification, show them this.'' \nNext, the female took the notebook, wrote something on it then held it up for Charlie to see. \nOn it was an address, one Charlie knew was across town.\n``You know where this is and how to get there?'' she asked.\nThinking quickly, she decided the quickest way would be to take the bus back to the central and switch to another bus going to a stop close to her destination. She nodded. Satisfied with that answer, the masked female tore out the page, took the lighter and set fire to it, with the foxtaur looking on with surprise.\n\nDropping the burning paper in the ashtray, she turned to the foxtaur with an annoyed look.\n``Why are you still here? Get going. Just remember. Don't attract attention and make sure you're not followed!'' she barked. \n\nExiting the apartment, Charlie began quickly walking down the stairs. Every step felt weird, being stuffed full of... something. Once she was outside she walked the bus stop, although slower to get used to her ``cargo''. The things weighed her down a bit and shifted when she moved. Sometimes it felt like some were slowly working their way out of her. Thinking while she walked, Charlie wondered just what the unknown female had stuffed her with. The first thing she thought of was drugs. Having heard a few jokes about drugs in asses she worried that she'd become the ``butt'' of one such joke. But she brushed those worries aside, she had a job to do and people didn't just get drugs shoved in their asses and told to deliver them. Having decided that whatever she carried wasn't drugs she set her mind to the task at hand and tried to walk normally despite her ``luggage''.\n\nArriving at the bus stop without incident she checked the time table. Next bus to the central was due in fifteen minutes giving her little option other than to stand there and wait. While she was alone at first, she was soon joined by other people. \n\nFirst was a mother hare with her two young leverets, all three in varying shades of grey and brown with large upright ears. The mother paid little attention to Charlie, holding one kid in each hand so they wouldn't run off. Though both young ones seemed well behaved to the fox.\nA few minutes later came an elderly bull moose, with most of his fur turning grey. Besides being much taller than her, Charlie knew moose antlers grew bigger with age and guessed that this bull had an impressive set though he'd had them trimmed down to little more than blunt nubs. Charlie had learned that while antlers often looked cool they were more often than not in the way and most folks who grew them would trim them after the velvet had shed.\n\nNot long after him came a couple of teenage weasels. Both were dressed like they had raided a dumpster behind a rave. No coordination or fashion sense, she thought. While discreetly looking around, Charlie wondered if anyone of them noticed anything odd about her. But all of them looked mostly bored, except the weasels. They spent their time giggling at each other when they weren't staring at their phones.\n\nThe bus arrived and Charlie let the others board before her. Once aboard she went to stand in the middle, where the was an area for strollers or wheelchairs. Or, in her case, foxtaurs. The seats weren't designed with taurs in mind anyway. The others had found empty seats and the bus drove off. With the bus moving she felt her ``cargo'' shift and weigh down her lower section. She wondered if she'd been stuffed with so much that her stomach bulged out visibly. Would anyone notice, and if they did, would they just think she was pregnant?\n\nNot even two minutes later the bus slowed and stopped at the next stop. Out of curiosity Charlie looked to see who was boarding and saw it was a female raccoon, wearing dark sunglasses and a sundress with wide black and white horizontal stripes. The vixentaur guessed the raccoon had picked that dress to match her fluffy striped tail but it got her thinking of stereotypical raccoon thieves and striped prison uniforms. Charlie's eyes idly followed the raccoon and noted with some trepidation that she had picked a seat that gave her line of sight to the foxtaur. But she calmed down when the raccoon pulled out her phone and began poking at it, not sparing the taur even a glance.\n\nThe bus drove on, Charlie shifting her weight to counteract the bus turning here and there, sometimes stopping to let people aboard or get off. With all those small movements she felt the stuff moving in her. Despite her feeling bloated, with the objects shifting every now and then they kept pushing her buttons. The random little stimulations had soon made her wet. Among all the other scents in the bus she began feeling whiffs of her own lust and could only hope no one linked the smell to her. She looked around without trying to look obvious about it, and saw that nobody seemed to notice or care.\n\nPossible crisis averted, she relaxed. Until a few moments later she felt her cargo shift again. With her getting wet and slippery, some of the objects shoved in her pussy were slowly working their way to the ``exit''. They were still some distance to the central and she didn't want her ``stuffing'' to fall out. Neither did she want to reach back to push it in again. That would definitely attract attention of the most unwanted variety.\n\nThinking quickly and finding no other options she tucked her tail a bit and slowly backed up until her rump was against the wall. Discreetly leaning into it to keep anything from sliding out, Charlie felt better and stood like that until the bus stopped at the central.\n\nStepping off the bus along with everyone else she imagined herself disappearing in the crowd. Slowly walking to the nearest information board she didn't look if anyone else from ``her'' bus was going the same way. Reading the board, she was disappointed to find the stop the was going to had closed for roadwork. Looking over to the town map she decided to go to the stop after that. A longer bus trip also meant a much longer walk through town, but so be it.\n\nThe bus was leaving in just a few minutes and she quickly checked which platform to go to. Getting there she saw a few others were waiting there. Still feeling a bit wet she made sure to stand downwind of them. Looking around she noted one or two sniffing at the air but no more than that.\n\nThe bus arrived and Charlie got on along with the rest. Standing once again at the empty spot in the middle she waited for the bus to start rolling. Just before it was about to leave she heard someone shout and a black-and-white blur came running. Rushing aboard at the last second was the same raccoon Charlie had seen before. She went to sit down while Charlie's mind was whirling with suspicion and paranoia. Was she just going the same way or was she stalking the foxtaur? With the bus setting off the vixen could do nothing but wait and hope for the best. \n\nDiscreetly looking over, she noted that the raccoon was sitting facing away from her, busy fiddling with her phone. Breathing a small sigh or relief, she told herself that she and the `coon were probably just going the same way. \n\nAt first the trip was uneventful. Charlie stood and did her best to deal with her shifting ``cargo'' and not attract attention. The objects moved at times but she was only mildly buzzed by the stimulation. Tucking her tail a bit to contain some of her leaking lust she hoped no one would notice the smell and connect it to her. \n\nThen the bus came to the roadworks. Feeling the bus slow down Charlie looked ahead and saw the smooth asphalt had been removed, leaving a severely potted gravel road. It slowed to drive at little more than a jogging pace but it didn't help much, the entire bus began shaking like a giant vibrating dildo. \n\nThe things inside her that had been a slight distraction before, now shook and moved ten times worse. Fighting down a moan, she began to pant, still trying to just stand there and look mildly bored as one often does while on the bus. But she fought a losing battle, the vibrations got her juices flowing. Between pants while she strained to keep her ears from folding she felt some of her ``cargo'' begin to slip out, helped by her natural lubricant and the bus shaking. She did her best to clench but Charlie had never really learned to control her kegel muscles, and now wasn't a good time to start. With time running out and her mind clouded by the stimulations she sat down as quickly as she could, hopefully without looking suspicious. To keep her load from spilling out, she didn't just sit down on her haunches but pushed her rear against the floor.\n\nFreezing in place, she realized her mistake when her most sensitive place squished against the vibrating bus floor. Her situation couldn't have been any worse than if someone had pushed a vibrating wand on her muff. Even worse, some of the objects in her pussy had moved when she sat down, one of them shifted to push and vibrate against one of the more sensitive points of her insides. Eyes widening with realization she strained to keep her ears upright when they wanted nothing more than to fold down against her head in shame.\n\nHer climax fast approaching, with all the subtlety of a runaway ice cream truck she struggled to keep still when her legs and entire rear trembled from the floor throbbing under her crotch. She could sit through an orgasm no problem, she'd been fucked standing on all fours enough times to know that. But all those times she could moan, pant and make all the silly faces she'd wanted. Now, she could do nothing but bite her lip, scrunch up her face and not pant too much. She let out a low, drawn-out whine through closed lips and did her best to look mildly interested in the passing scenery. She could only hope no one was looking too much on her, or they might think she was having a seizure. Until they felt the scent of her flowing juices... \n\nClenching her teeth to to choke down a squeaky moan she fought even harder to not show her struggle. With all the stimulation she'd had ever since she left that apartment, her climax was quick to come. Fighting to sit still and keep quiet, she kept her orgasm mostly quiet, only betrayed by her hindlegs trembling and a few quiet squeaks slipping out between her teeth. Sitting with her pussy directly on the vibrating floor dragged out her climax but when it finally ebbed out and was followed by post-nut clarity, Charlie was quick to act. Lifting her rump she changed to sit with her haunches close together to try and clench both her holes shut, keeping her load from spilling out. The bus was still shaking her and her insides but she felt like she could deal with it. \n\nTrying to distract herself, she mentally cursed her own stupidity. While she hadn't tried it herself, she had heard enough stories about girls sitting on washing machines for fun and pleasure that she should never have tried to do what she'd just done. But what's done is done, she could only hope that she hadn't made too big a puddle under her rump. A hope that seemed faint when she felt a few drops of her fluids drip from her lower lips to land on the floor below. As if the mere thought of her fluids had flashed it into existence she felt a whiff of her own lust.\n\nWith nothing to do about it she put on her best poker face. Looking forward she saw the roadworks ending a short distance ahead. Looking up at the screen she also saw her stop was coming next. Soon this bus incident would be behind her...\n\nLooking around she wondered if anyone had noticed her outburst or noticed the smell of horny vixen, but no-one seemed bothered. There were a few other vixens of the bipedal variety on the bus and she guessed everyone thought her or one of them was in heat. Looking forward again she saw the raccoon had put away her phone, but was instead looking forward, seemingly uninterested in the smell of horny and the nervous vixentaur a few seats behind her.\n\nHer stop was coming up and just as Charlie had begun thinking about pushing the stop button someone pushed it for her. Someone else was getting off here? That suited her just fine, no one would know she was getting off here until she stood up and walked out, and with the stop being in town it wouldn't be odd if several people got off there. Once off the bus, she could probably disappear in the crowd. The bus stopped and she got off, on slightly wobbly legs, along with a few others. After a few steps she saw a familiar striped dress in the corner of her eye. It seemed this was also miss Raccoon's stop. Once again rousing her suspicions, but she calmed down when she saw the `coon walk off, face glued to her phone.\n\nCharlie set off to her destination, she had calmed down from her climax on the bus but having learned her lesson she walked slowly to keep her ``cargo'' from moving too much and set her off again. She had quite a long walk ahead of her but wasn't in any real hurry, her customer hadn't given her a deadline for the delivery. She made her way through a shopping district, doing her best to blend in with all the other people out shopping, or just window shopping. Still, her nethers were wet and every time she felt a cold draft on her rear she shivered a bit. She also felt the occasional whiff of her own lust and hoped no one would notice it among the scents of all the other shoppers. \n\nShe hadn't walked for very long when she felt her hackles raise, like someone was watching her. Taking a quick look around she saw various folks of different species and sizes going about, none of them looking her way. But she also saw a striped tail vanishing behind a building. Was that raccoon following her? That would be a problem since she had to make sure she wasn't followed. Trying to lose her ``tail'', Charlie decided to take a detour. She turned to a side street and then turned a few more times. She even backtracked a bit to see if she would spot a certain raccoon. Spotting no striped stalker, she continued toward her destination, though sometimes looking over her shoulder, not sure if she had been followed or not.\n\nLeaving the shopping district behind her, Charlie walked on, surrounded by a mix of new and old office buildings. But once again she felt watched, her hackles raising. She took a few more steps and quickly turned around, hoping to surprise whoever was behind her. But the street behind her was nearly empty, the only one in sight was a deer driving away on an electric scooter. He had passed her moments earlier and showed no interest in the vixen. But through the shrubs in front of an older, fancier office building she saw something striped. Her paranoia rising, Charlie stood and stared like an idiot at the shrubs for half a minute or so, wanting to see if it moved. It didn't but she decided to double her efforts to shake off any stalkers. \n\nTaking detours, she walked through narrow alleys and snuck through shrubs when she could. She looked around much more than before, worried about being followed. She never saw anything definite, but at times thought she saw something stripey. Whether it was a raccoon's tail, a striped dress or an awning fluttering in the breeze didn't matter much, other than fuelling her paranoia.\n\nFinally, the vixentaur was peering out from an alley, hidden between two dumpsters. In the distance, next to a larger road, was her destination. There were four apartment buildings in a row and she was going to the third. On the other side of the road she saw a residential area but turned to more immediate problems. The way forward was too open, no hiding places if she was still being followed. Next to the road was a biking path and the rest was mostly large, well-kept lawns. \n\nShe had to risk it. Trying to calm her nerves, Charlie thought to herself that if anyone had been following her she must have lost them by now. With all the excitement she had even forgotten about the ``cargo'' she was carrying, too busy seeing seeing suspicious racoons everywhere.\n\nStanding up straight, she began walking. She noted the sun was a bit lower in the sky and briefly wondered what time it was, while keeping an eye out for any followers but still trying to look normal. She was just a completely ordinary foxtaur going on a completely ordinary walk...\n\nShe passed the first building without incident. She still hadn't seen any stalkers, raccoon or otherwise. Charlie let herself relax a little. She might actually pull this off. \n\nShe was passing the second building, not seeing anyone...\n``Excuse me miss!'' someone called out. Charlie stopped and looked around. There, coming from the entrance to the second building was a male red panda wearing a black suit and tie. She guessed he had stood next to the small building for recycling, mostly hidden from view.\n``I'm terribly sorry to bother you miss, but may I take a look at your identification? It's completely routine, I assure you.'' he asked, sounding overly polite and smiling. A smile that didn't reach his emerald green eyes. Reaching for her saddle bag, Charlie produced the papers she'd been given earlier and handed them to the panda. He accepted them and began reading, humming while his smile slowly faded.\n\n``I must apologize once more, miss...'' he looked down at her papers again ``...Charlene Braun. But it appears that your papers are not in order.'' he said, his voice now neutral. Charlie didn't know what to say and just mumbled quietly.\n``I'll have to ask you to come with me while we clear this up.'' he said while taking her arm. He took a step forward but stopped when the foxtaur didn't come along. Charlie had completely lost her train of thought, her mind now spinning with thoughts of getting caught with an ass full of something that might be drugs and what would happen next. The panda tugging on her arm, brought her back to the present.\n\n``I said, would you please come with me? Or are you going to resist?'' he asked, now glaring at her and one hand holding open his suit jacket to show a shoulder holster, the implication clear.\n``No, no, I won't resist. I'll follow.'' she stammered and they started walking. \nCharlie followed the panda with little thought to where they were going, her mind busy wondering what would happen to her. She was only grateful they walked slowly, keeping her ``cargo'' from moving too much. Losing track of time, she only noticed when they entered a building and stopped in a room. Looking around she saw it was very sparsely furnished. A table with a small stack of metal trays on it, two chairs, one on either side of the table, a lamp hanging above the table and a large mirror on one of the walls. An interrogation room if she ever saw one.\n\nThe panda closed the door behind them and locked it. He then pushed her forward to stand at the table, quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs which he put on her wrists and attached to the table.\n``Just a precaution, in case you get any funny ideas.'' he muttered.\nNext he started patting her down, his hands starting at her shoulders and moving down her arms, then back to her shoulders and going down her upper torso to her waist, continuing down her lower torso and belly to her rump, then all four of her legs. Last he ran his fingers through the bushy fur on her tail, finding nothing out of the ordinary.\n\nWhen he began taking off her saddle bag she got the nerve to speak up.\n``Uh, just how will this clear up my papers not being in order?'' she asked, looking over her shoulder.\n``I'm asking the questions here so don't speak unless spoken to, dirtbag.'' was his gruff answer.\nHer saddle bag off, he opened it and casually dumped the contents on one of the trays. Poking at the large pile of condoms, her phone, keys, stockings and some other things, he snorted.\n``Huh, looks like I found the town bike.'' he remarked. Charlie decided to hold her tongue.\n\nStill finding nothing strange, he stood just behind her shoulder and unbuttoned her shirt, the vixen remained passive. Pulling it down over her shoulders, he briefly looked over the cloth, presumably to see if she'd had anything sewn into the garment. After that he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her bandeau and yanked it down, her breasts bouncing free. Pulling the narrow cloth strap down to her belly, he quickly checked it before his hands moved up. Resting his chin on her shoulder his hands cupped her breasts, fingers running through her soft white fur. \n\nWhile Charlie usually liked having her breasts fondled, that was when she was in the mood and had consented to boob-touching. This guy had just started squeezing her tits like a pair of stress balls. Besides that, she was definitely not in the mood, not with both of her holes stuffed full of contraband while locked in an interrogation room. \n``Oooh, yeah, nice and soft. I'll have to take a good look look at these.'' he murred, Charlie feeling his breath on her cheek, her ears folding with disgust. Changing to play with her nipples, he tweaked, flicked, pinched them, until they stiffened from the stimulation. When he noticed, he switched to just pinching, and he pinched hard. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting to his touch, but her endurance ran out.\n``Oow, please...'' she whined. The panda just snorted with satisfaction and kept playing with her soft, furry mounds.\n\nTo her relief, he stopped soon after that. Letting go of her breasts he turned to walk around her rump. Charlie felt exposed and wanted to pull up her bandeau, to give her some modesty. Lifting her hands, they only moved a centimeter or two before she reached the limit of the short chain linking her handcuffs.\n``Don't move, dirtbag!'' he half-shouted at her while rounding her rear. Walking around the table to stand in front of her, he stared her right in the eyes until he had her undivided attention.\n``Open your mouth and keep it open. If you even think about trying to bite I'll make sure you regret it.'' he growled. She swallowed and slowly opened her jaws as wide as she comfortably could, tail tucking from shame at getting treated like some unruly animal.\n\nPeering down the sides of her muzzle she saw him come closer and reach for her mouth. First he poked a finger under her tongue, pushing it aside one way, then the other. For a moment, Charlie was worried he would stick a finger down her throat, possibly triggering her gag reflex. Luckily, he didn't but instead turned his attention to her left cheek, pulling her lip to the side and dragged a finger along her gums. Not finding anything there, he checked her right cheek, holding out the corner of her mouth and poking at her gums and the soft flesh of her cheek.\n\nThe whole time the red panda's expression seemed to shift between disgust and anger. Not wanting to anger him any more, Charlie stood absolutely still and let him do as he pleased. Still finding nothing, he hooked a thumb in either corner of her mouth and slightly pulled out her lips, holding there a moment before letting go. Glaring at the foxtaur who stood there with her mouth wide open a few more seconds, he put one hand on her muzzle, the other under her chin and pushed her mouth closed. From a suit pocket he pulled out a pair of thin latex gloves.\n\n``Well, guess there's only one place left to look.'' he muttered ``Never mind, make that two places.'' he added and stepped to her rump. Grabbing her tail, he pulled it up. He had barely let if go before she tucked it down, curling forward between her hindlegs, trying to protect her privates.\n``TAIL UP!'' he roared.\nJust as quickly as she had tucked it, she lifted it straight up, which made the panda a little less angry. \n``Hold your tail up and spread your legs. And if I even think you're gonna kick me it'll be the last thing your legs do.'' he growled.\nCurling her tail over her back, she slowly and carefully shuffled her hindlegs apart. She felt the objects in her shift with her movement, but felt no pleasure from it. From the corner of her eye she saw him kneel at her rump, his glaring eyes on her privates. A gloved hand reached up to her rear, but stopped.\n``Eeeny, meeny, miny... eh, let's start with number one.'' he said to himself and unceremoniously poked a finger in her pussy. She felt if stop against an object.\n``Bingo.'' was all he said, with grim satisfaction. Two more fingers joined the first and they grasped the sphere, pulling it out of her. Walking to the table he put the object on one of the trays.\n\nFor the first time that day, Charlie got a good look at what she had been carrying inside her across town. It was a ball, dark blue in color and a little smaller than a ping-pong ball. In the light above, it shone with a thin coat of her fluids and Charlie could smell her own lust from it. She didn't have time to dwell on it before the angry panda went back to her rump.\n``Let's get this out on to a tray.'' he said and stuck his fingers in her again. He didn't need to dig around for long before he found another two balls. Pulling out, they joined the one on the tray. Back and forth he went, putting more of those balls on the tray before he went back to feel around for more in the taur's dripping pussy. More of the balls came put, usually one or two, sometimes three. With the pile on the tray growing, Charlie's worry grew, wondering just what kind of situation she'd gotten herself into. In any other place, she probably would've enjoyed the fisting but as it was she was too stressed out for that. Only her body reacted, her nethers getting even wetter and she could see the balls he put on the tray dripping with her fluids. By now, the air was heavy with the musky smell of horny foxtaur vixen. \n\nWhen the supply of balls in her pussy began running low he had to push his hand deeper in her. Finally when she couldn't feel any more balls in that hole he stuck his hand in one more time, feeling around every square millimeter of her insides. He pushed even deeper, feeling around and straining Charlie's puppymaker. She grit her teeth and tried to stifle a whimper, this had gone from humiliating to downright painful. If this guy wanted to fist her harder than Schaffer's entire class of veterinary students, he sure got his wish. Finally, after a long search without finding any more balls he seemed satisfied and pulled out his gloved hand. Charlie breathed a quiet sigh of relief.\n\n``That's that. Time for number two.'' he said casually, Charlie's eyes widening with the realization that this was far from over and felt a gloved finger prod at her tailhole. In it went and almost immediately found a ball. Two more fingers went in and pulled it out, he put it on the tray. Putting his hand back in her rear he pulled out another two balls. More balls kept coming out, one, two or three at a time. But one time, he had found more and tried to pull out a fistful of balls, finding it wouldn't come out so easily. Charlie was experienced with butt stuff, but a hand closed around a bunch of balls stretched her sphincter beyond what she was used to. \n\nWith him not letting go of his find and her rear stubbornly refusing to give up its secrets, it all turned into an anal tug of war. The panda tried to pull out again and again, the only he got out of Charlie were pained whimpers when his pulling strained her rump.\n``You... stubborn... urgh, asshole...'' he muttered, his hand still stuck in the vixen.\nHe tried pulling a few more times, only making the taur lean back from the table until he relaxed and she returned to standing upright. Changing tactics he instead started twisting and turning his arm, trying to gradually work his hand out of the vixentaur's tailhole. \n\nEventually with some wriggling the panda got his hand out of her ass, still clutching the balls and went to deposit them on the tray. He kept digging, pulling out a few more balls before Charlie felt her rear was empty. Like with her pussy, he kept digging, looking for any stray balls he had missed before. With his hand pushing deeper than before and straining her bowels, the vixentaur whimpering from the painful intrusion.\n\nFinally convinced there were no more balls hiding in the foxbutt before him, the panda pulled out his hand. Glancing back, Charlie saw him pull his gloves off and take out his phone. Snapping a few pics of her rear he was thoroughly documenting her spread legs, both her gaping holes and her white crotch fur, matted and damp with her juices.\n\nOnce he finished documenting her rear for the spank bank, or perhaps for evidence, he stood and took a few more pics of the tray with the large pile of balls, some still wet with her pussy juice. \n``Nice.'' was all he said and put his phone away. He walked around the table, again facing the foxtaur, glaring at her.\n``You know what this is?'' he asked, pointing at the pile. Charlie had a guess, but shook her head.\n``You should've kept doing what you're good at, town bike. And not try to be a drug courier.'' \nWith the proverbial cat out of the bag Charlie's dam burst.\n``I didn't know! I thought it was just a job like any other. Just some weird guy with weird kinks. But then my ass was full of it and it was too late to back out!'' she shouted. Her outburst faded to whimpers, she mumbled and stammered some more, the panda glaring at her the whole time, before she got to the important question.\n``What's gonna happen to me now?'' she asked, dreading the answer.\n``Shut up! I'm the one asking the questions here!'' he shouted in her face. She flinched, ears folding and her tail tucked instinctively. She shrunk back, wanting to back away but the cuffs kept her anchored to the table.\n\nStill glaring he spoke again.\n``The stuff I just pulled from your ass and cunt is worth a shitload on the street. And it's more than enough to put you away for at least a decade. In a real butt-pounding jail.'' he growled at her, one corner of his mouth curling up a tiny bit, too small for Charlie to notice. Though she did cock one of her large triangular ears when she thought she heard a muffled giggle from behind the mirror.\n\n``Now shut up and answer my questions.'' he grumbled. She nodded.\n``Right. Who hired you? What do they look like? Where do they live?'' he went on, gruffly.\n``I don't know. It got my instructions over the phone. The only one I saw was dressed up like a ninja sumo-wrestler.'' she told him while looking down at her cuffed hands, not caring about her exposed breasts. Next she gave him the address where she went at first and then where she was going for her delivery. That seemed to catch the red panda's interest and for the first time since they entered the room he didn't look quite so angry. \n``When you got there, were you supposed to say a code or some special greeting?'' he asked.\nShe shook her head.\n``No. I figured I'd just knock or ring the doorbell like a normal guest.'' she replied.\n``Figured as much. You're just the mule, town bike. Why tell you anything useful in case you get caught?'' he sighed. \n``Well if that's everything you know there's only one thing left to do before I send you off for processing.'' he muttered and walked behind her again. He put his hands on her hips, feeling up her rump. She glanced back at him. Her tail was still curled over her back, exposing her privates. She wanted to cover herself but didn't want to draw his ire and left it up.\n``Wait, are you...''\n``Quiet! Unless I tell you to moan like the whore you are, town bike! If you resist, you know what happens.'' he bared his teeth and held out his suit jacket, showing the gun holster. She looked forward again, standing still, hoping to endure whatever he had in mind.\n\nShe heard him undo with his belt and pull down his zipper, then shimmy down his pants and underwear. Glancing back she saw his cock was already hard, a pointy red rocket fully emerged from his fuzzy sheath. She turned to look forward again, knowing full well what was coming next, no need to see it as well.\n``Finally I get to do the stuff my wife doesn't like.'' he said and Charlie could practically hear his leering smile. Despite the situation she couldn't resist rolling her eyes at his comment and think ``if I had a Euro for every time a guy said that...''. She found some small comfort in the fact that she would be plenty warmed up with all the digging around he'd done in her ass.\nReaching out, he took a condom from the large pile he'd dumped out of her saddle bag and put it on.\n\nHands on her hips she could practically feel him tense up, preparing to plunge his cock in her tailhole. Brace for anal, she thought to herself.\n\nHe took the plunge, shoved his rock hard cock in her and started humping away. No foreplay or warm-up, just going from zero to frantic humping in a second. His forceful thrusts rocking Charlie back and forth where she stood, cuffed to the table. With everything that had happened during the day, from smuggling a buttload, and also a pussyload, of contraband across town, to getting caught and interrogated by an angry red panda, it took the foxtaur a few moments to notice something unexpected. He was fucking her pussy, not her ass.\n``Uh, unh..., dude, ah, wrong hole?'' she asked between moans, looking back at him. The panda grinned and slowed down.\n``Nope. The wife's crazy about anal, barely lets me do anything else. She's a real butt slut that one.'' he said and laughed, breaking character for the first time since he'd ``caught'' her.\n``If you don't believe me you can ask her yourself when we're done. She's behind the mirror and if I know her right she's got one hand in her panties. If she bothered wearing any.'' he grunted, humping away. Charlie cocked her ears and heard faint moans from the mirror.\n\n``I just hope she doesn't shlick too much and shake the camera. I wanna see and enjoy this many times later.'' he went on, head turned to look at the mirror. Now, Charlie clearly heard someone giggling behind it.\n``Camera's on a tripod! And I'm not wearing panties!'' a female voice behind the mirror shouted.\n``Good idea honey!'' the panda shouted back.\n\nTheir conversation over, the panda sped up again, taking a firm grip on her hips, he fucked her with hard energetic thrusts. Even with the vixentaur being heavier and her leaning on the table, his thrusts still rocked her back and forth. Her breasts bounced freely with every thrust, her bandeau still sitting useless around her belly where the panda had pulled it down. With him no longer roleplaying ``angry interrogator'' Charlie allowed herself to relax and enjoy the ride. Her body had been ready long before the fucking and his hard humping quickly put her in the mood for sex. Leaning forward, she moaned and panted, his thrusts pushing her towards climax. \n\nFinding his rhythm the panda humped away, grunting with each thrust when his hips smashed against the vixen's rump and his balls slapped her crotch. Not wanting him to have all the fun, Charlie braced against the table and swayed back and forth, meeting his thrusts. Her tail which was still draped over her lower back started wagging, happy to finally have some normal sex. For a time, the only noises in the room were his grunts and her happy moans mixed with the wet slaps of their loins colliding. Neither caring about their audience of one, watching behind the mirror.\n\nThe female behind the mirror had quite the show to watch. The setting and acting was just as good as any porno on the net, in other words not very good. But it didn't matter, her imagination easily filled in the rest. The camera beside her recording everything, to fuel her imagination many times in the future. She already had the story playing out in her head. A scantily clad foxtaur getting caught trying to smuggle drugs, interrogated by an angry plain-clothes police panda. Undressing, frisking her and playing with her tits as foreplay. All the time dominating her, demanding obedience. After the frisking followed a cavity search, with him fisting the poor vixen hard and deep in both pussy and ass. She hoped the panda stretching her holes looked as hot on film as it did live. After a short interrogation where the foxtaur confessed everything came the main event. The panda fucked her, simply because he could and wanted to. \nShe did her best to keep quiet and let the microphone catch all the sounds of the couple who had now dropped the act and just enjoyed the sex. The panda thrusting hard enough to rock the vixen and make her breasts bounce. She was curious to see how long her husband would last and if the two ``actors'' would do anything more when they were done fucking.\n\nEnjoying the panda's vigorous fucking, Charlie lost track of time, letting her instincts do most of the work and sway to meet his humps. She was roused from her fog of pleasure when he changed grip. Still keeping one hand on her hip, the other grabbed the skin on her withers, nearly pulling her backwards, onto his cock. With him still fucking her like a jackhammer and trying to shove his cock as deep as it could possibly go.\n\nWith his fast and rough fucking together with everything else, the sneaky involuntary masturbation she had done on the way there, the panda fisting her and now him humping her soon pushed Charlie to the edge of climax. But just before she came she felt the panda come in her, his cock throbbing with every cumshot and the rubber inflating with his load. His thrusts slowed and he kept his cock deep in her while he came. Like her, he was worked up before they got around to fucking and with the furious tempo was quick to come.\n\nCumming in her and inflating the thin rubber, the panda only moved with the smallest of thrusts, pushing his shaft as deep as he could possibly go in the foxtaur's pussy. His spurts gradually weakened and stopped. \n\nWhen he came, moments too soon for her, Charlie was denied her own climax. But she brushed aside the brief twinge of disappointment. In her line of work, that sort of thing was an occupational hazard and she would have plenty of time to blow off some steam later that evening.\n\nStill holding the scruff of her withers, he leaned over her, catching his breath and enjoying the feel of her slick love tunnel. Straightening up, he pulled out his softening shaft of the quietly panting vixen.\n``That... was... even better... than I'd hoped.'' he panted and from the corner of her eye Charlie saw the lights turn on behind the mirror. Sitting in an armchair, next to a tripod with a camera pointing at the vixen and panda couple, was the raccoon Charlie had seen several times during her ``smuggling run''. But while she had looked well styled and controlled before, she was nothing like that leaning back in the armchair. She had taken off her sunglasses, hanging them in the cleavage of her dress and panted like she'd masturbated the entire time. Her striped black-and-white dress was bunched up at her waist giving Charlie a good view of her soaked pussy and what looked like a buttplug in her ass. The panda calling her a butt slut was confirmed when Charlie noted that the `coon only seemed to fiddle with her button and her other hand held a small remote, presumably for the plug in her ass.\n\n``This was a fun roleplay.'' the panda said while loosening his tie and taking off his suit jacket. Next he began taking off his shoulder holster.\n``How can people walk around wearing these things all day?'' he grumped.\n``Those people don't buy the cheapest holster they can find in a toy store, you cheapskate.'' his wife giggled, getting up from the armchair and turning off the camera. The panda muttered in agreement, putting his suit jacket, the holster and its brightly colored plastic toy gun on the table. Charlie, meanwhile undid the broad velcro strap the panda had used to keep her from ``getting any ideas'' during the ``interrogation''. She held up her still cuffed hands to him.\n``I can probably break these plastic toy handcuffs. But I'd rather you unlocked them.'' she smiled.\nHe nodded and pulled out an equally cheap-looking plastic key and unlocked the cuffs. Her hands free, Charlie picked up one of the balls, taking a closer look.\n``Just what did you guys stuff me with?'' she asked him. Deciding to show rather than tell, the panda took another ball and dropped it. It bounced on the floor and came up to his hand where he easily caught it.\n``Rubber balls.'' he said. ``Harmless, completely legal and quite cheap if you buy them in bulk like we did.'' he added. \n``Like I said. Cheapskate.'' the `coon smiled at him.\n\nAn approving glance from the panda reminded Charlie that she was still practically naked with her shirt down over her shoulders and bandeau down on her belly. Quickly pulling up her shirt she then shimmied up and adjusted the bandeau until it sat right and covered her boobs, with the white tuft in her cleavage sticking out over the top of the narrow cloth strap. That done, she buttoned up her shirt and was presentable again. She turned to the couple, the panda coming back after getting rid of the rubber.\n\n``You're happy with my acting? When you booked me and said it was for role-play I thought you'd just be walking me on a leash or something.'' she asked them. The couple giggled at her mention of leashes and implied petplay.\n``Oh, I'd say you did good if this was your first time doing improvised acting.'' the racoon said and pulled away the dark curtain next to the mirror, revealing their kitchen. Charlie realised the interrogation room had been their dining area, the table likely their dining table.\n\nWalking up to her, Charlie took a closer look at the raccoon. Her brown eyes and the dark fur of her mask was familiar. And the scent, though masked by her lust, definitely matched.\n``Were you the sumo-ninja in the apartment that stuffed me full of those balls?'' she asked, already sure of the answer.\n``That was me. When I'd sent you off I had to hurry to get to the bus in time. Good thing those electric scooters are everywhere because I didn't want to get on at the same bus stop as you. Too suspicious you know. Then I tailed you to make sure my dear husband would be in position to catch you.'' She told her and turned to her husband.\n``We have to think of something to thank the Johnsons for letting us use their apartment.'' she said, and the panda agreed. Her mentioning another couple aroused Charlie's curiosity.\n``Was it Mrs. Johnson who came and booked me for this job? Because I don't remember seeing either of you before today.'' \nThe raccoon's mood brightened even more at that question and she giggled a little.\n``Oh no, that was me. But I was disguised.'' she told the vixentaur. \n\nCharlie looked at the `coon and searched her memory of that customer. She remembered it had been a tanuki, with green eyes. That tanuki had been a bit fluffier or perhaps chubbier than than the raccoon.\n``That tanuki? That was you?'' she asked. The raccoon giggled and nodded.\n``That was me. With some extra fluff, green contacts, and dyed fur.'' she added, her mouth curling up in a naughty grin.\n``By the way, how many times did you cum while getting here?'' she asked.\n``Just once, on the bus... wait, you were watching me?'' Charlie answered on reflex before she'd fully understood the question.\n``Of course. That was my part of the roleplay. To follow and keep and eye on you while trying to avoid detection. You almost got me a few times after you got off the bus, that was fun.'' \nShe squirmed a little and Charlie saw her turn off the remote for her plug.\n``You know, seeing you get all worked up on the bus got me really hot. I almost couldn't control myself. Good thing I left the remote for my ``buzzer'' at home, or...'' she added, holding up the remote. Charlie held up her hand, stopping the `coon.\n``Wait, I saw you on the bus. You never looked my way, even when you were facing me.''\nThe `coon pulled up her sunglasses, holding them up to her eyes.\n``Where am I looking now?'' she asked, making her point.\n``As for me not facing you...'' she added and held out the glasses to Charlie who took them and looked them over. The lenses had a reflective part, effectively giving the wearer rearview mirrors. Spy stuff you could buy in any toy store. She gave them back to the raccoon.\n\nThe red panda and raccoon looked at each other.\n``Are you done playing ``bad cop on a power trip''?'' she asked him. He nodded.\n``I am. Are you done playing ``female agent in an old spy movie''?'' he replied. She nodded.\n``Yeah, my cover's been blown.'' she added with another giggle. He turned to the foxtaur.\n``Then we won't hold you any longer, Charlie. You're free to go.'' the panda told her.\n\nHer job done, the vixentaur escort went back to the table, took the tray with her things on and dumped it back in her saddle bag. She closed the bag and put it on. Quickly looking herself over in the mirror and brushing down a few tufts of her fur that had gotten messed up during the roleplay, then she was ready to go and headed for the door. The couple had paid when they booked her so no need to ask for money. They followed her to the door.\n``With how much our dear vixen enjoyed it, perhaps I can talk you into trying your ``other hole'' a bit more?'' the panda asked, arm around his raccoon wife.\n``Maaaybe, why not try that later, after dinner?'' she said and nuzzled his cheek.\nNot wanting to intrude on their moment, Charlie quietly bid them goodbye and left. \nLeaving their house, she set her sights on the same apartment buildings where the red panda had ``caught'' her and got to walking. The walk to the nearest bus stop was long, but she didn't mind, now that her rear was empty and there was no raccoon stalking her.\n\nChecking her phone, Charlie saw her shift was over. It was time to go home.\n\nThe End.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Charlie the mule

It was one of the first warm days of spring and the weather was practically summer-like. Though down on Canal Street, Charlie was too busy being bored to enjoy the weather. Waiting for customers, she stood on the sidewalk in her regular work clothes. She was wearing a bright blue bandeau, fishnet stockings on her forelegs, a small saddlebag and the signs slung on her flanks listing the services she and her colleagues offered.

To the foxtaur escort, the day seemed to go by slower than usual, as it often was when nothing special happened. Even people-watching, her normal pass-time wasn't as fun as it usually was. For one, there were less people around and those that were seemed somewhat uninteresting. Or maybe she was simply so bored that she saw everything through ''gray-tinted glasses''.

Dragging her fingers through her short, unruly, hair for... she'd lost count how many times she'd done that during the day. Not that her hair needed fixing, her dirty-blonde mop of hair did as it pleased. But it gave her something to do for a moment.

To add to her boredom, her friends were all busy. Lily, her little fennec friend, was away on a job, doing who knows what. Melissa, the badger, was leaning on a street lamp, deep in thought trying to solve a sudoku. Meanwhile, the two squirrels Twiggy and Sue were sitting on a bench, doing pedicure. Sue had her paws up on the bench to let Twiggy paint her claws.

With little else to do she yawned, and not some quick and polite little yawn. This was going to be a thorough yawn, one the bored vixen put time and effort into. She opened her jaws wide, pulling back her black lips and baring her teeth. Slowly inhaling when her jaws opened wider, her whiskers flared out, ears folded and she closed her eyes, putting much more effort into this simple act than she had reason to...

Exhaling and slowly closing her mouth again, she felt a little better and got back to people-watching.

Minutes passed...

She looked around and took a sip from her can of Rävgift. Sitting down on her haunches she held up one of the signs, hindleg idly scratching her flank, sending a few stray hairs flying in the faint wind. She had brushed out most of her winter coat, slimming down to her summer body, but some stubborn tufts still refused to let go. Her scratching done, she looked around to see if anything interesting had happened since she last checked, some thirty seconds ago. It hadn't and she took another sip from her can. The minutes passed at a snail's pace...

*NOKIA ringtone*
...roused her from her ennui.

Pulling her phone from her saddlebag, Charlie checked the number. It was among her contacts, but the name ``Customer #1062'' meant nothing to her. Still, she answered.

''Charlie speaking.'' she said.
''Is this Charlie Quattro?'' an unfamiliar male voice on the other end asked. That question made her connect a few dots. This was a customer she had spoken to earlier, perhaps last week, or the week before that, her memory was a bit hazy. Though Quattro wasn't her real last name, she never gave that to customers. But with this particular customer, they had agreed for her to use an alias.

``That's me.'' she answered.
''Do you remember where we agreed to meet?'' he asked.
''Yes, it was at...'' she began...
'''Yes' or 'no' will do.'' he interrupted her.
''Oh, uh, yes.'' she replied.
''Good. It's time to get to work. Go to the meeting place. They're waiting for you.'' he said and ended the call.
''Well, goodbye to you too.'' she muttered, put away her phone and finished her Rävgift.

Her boredom forgotten, Charlie removed her signs and gave them to Melissa before going to Twiggy's van to change. Removing her stockings and putting on a white shirt over her bandeau, she set off, trotting toward the bus stop. No longer bored, she was instead curious, she didn't know much about this particular job. Just that she was to go to that address for further instructions.

After a little while she began humming to herself, happy to finally have something to do. Despite the nice weather the day had been really slow.
''Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai...'' she hummed while walking and her tail wagging behind her. A passing lark stopped and gave the happy foxtaur a puzzled look before shrugging and going about his business.

After a short and uneventful bus trip the vixentaur found herself outside an apartment complex, one of several in the neighborhood. Entering, she noted that the elevator was out of order and began walking up the spiralling stairs. On the fourth floor was her goal, a door looking like the others, and she rang the doorbell.

Her finger had barely left the button when the door flew open and a black... something... grabbed her by the arm and practically threw her into the apartment, slamming the door behind them, missing her tail by a hair.
''Were you followed?'' the creature asked brusquely.
It took the vixentaur a few seconds to get her bearings after getting forcibly yanked into the apartment hallway.
''Uh, I don't think so.'' she said and gave this creature a better look. From the scent she could tell it was a female, but had no idea what species she was since the only thing she could see were a pair of brown eyes surrounded by dark fur looking at her through the eyeholes of a black balaclava. The rest of the mysterious female, including the tail, was covered in a dark bodysuit that would have made her look like a sneaky, secret agent if it had been skintight. But since it was several sizes too big it made her look more like a walking tent. She even had black gloves on her hands and her tail was covered in a black stocking.

Looking past the masked stranger, Charlie looked the room over but couldn't see much. The doorway leading to the rest of the dwelling was covered up by a tapestry, hiding anything but the hallway from view. In the hallway, next to the stranger was a small table with a closed cardboard box and some other things, including an ashtray.

''Guess that'll have to do.'' she muttered and added ''turn around, it's time for you to earn your pay.''. That was familiar territory to Charlie, who thought that despite the weird beginning, this would be a job like any other and turned in place. A hand lifted her tail while the other gently probed her lower lips. What followed next surprised the foxtaur. The hand didn't just finger her but pushed a round object into her, the finger pushing the thing deep into her pussy. That object was quickly followed by another. She began looking back to ask what was going on...

''Who said you could turn around!?'' the masked female barked and Charlie quickly faced forward again.
''Sorry, I was just wondering what you were doing back there.'' she explained.
''We pay you to NOT ask questions.'' was the terse reply.

The female pushed more and more of the objects into Charlie's pussy, made easier by the vixen starting to get wet from the stimulation. Yet more followed until Charlie began feeling full. The last three or four were a bit more work to get them in and the female had to push them in with more force to get them to stay in the vixentaur's vagina. Charlie was about to ask just how many things she was going to get stuffed into her when she heard the masked female mutter.
''Guess that'll have to do.'' she said and stood up. Still facing forward, Charlie could only hear her customer go and fetch something from the table before kneeling behind her again.

In retrospect, she should have expected it, but still, Charlie was surprised when she felt a finger slick with lubricant probe her tailhole. It poked around a moment, smearing her insides with the cold liquid. A second finger joined the first, adding more lube. The pair of digits kept digging in her rear, putting more and more lube in the vixen's ass. With all the lube going in her, she began wondering just what this masked butt enjoyer had planned. Was she going fist her up to the elbow? Or try to shove a traffic cone up her ass?

She soon had her answer when the two fingers were joined by another round object, like the ones in her ``other hole''. Like before, that first object was pushed in deep. More followed and at first Charlie tried to count them but the stimulation from the hand fingering her together with the things moving in her her ass and pussy was too distracting. The unknown female kept shoving more and more things in her rear, the pleasure Charlie had felt getting replaced by discomfort. She now felt bloated, like she had overeaten or was constipated.

Her faceless stuffer pushed a final object in the vixen's strained rump with some effort before she stood up.
``Done. All right, you can turn around now.''. Charlie did as she was told, feeling the things shift with her movement. She had used anal beads before, but this was different. The beads were held together by a string, were usually smaller and there were far fewer beads to a string than whatever amount she had inside her.

The masked creature held out some papers to the foxtaur. Charlie took them and quickly looked them over. Identification papers, for a vixen with a name similar to hers.
``Your identity for this job. If anyone asks for your identification, show them this.''
Next, the female took the notebook, wrote something on it then held it up for Charlie to see.
On it was an address, one Charlie knew was across town.
``You know where this is and how to get there?'' she asked.
Thinking quickly, she decided the quickest way would be to take the bus back to the central and switch to another bus going to a stop close to her destination. She nodded. Satisfied with that answer, the masked female tore out the page, took the lighter and set fire to it, with the foxtaur looking on with surprise.

Dropping the burning paper in the ashtray, she turned to the foxtaur with an annoyed look.
``Why are you still here? Get going. Just remember. Don't attract attention and make sure you're not followed!'' she barked.

Exiting the apartment, Charlie began quickly walking down the stairs. Every step felt weird, being stuffed full of... something. Once she was outside she walked the bus stop, although slower to get used to her ``cargo''. The things weighed her down a bit and shifted when she moved. Sometimes it felt like some were slowly working their way out of her. Thinking while she walked, Charlie wondered just what the unknown female had stuffed her with. The first thing she thought of was drugs. Having heard a few jokes about drugs in asses she worried that she'd become the ``butt'' of one such joke. But she brushed those worries aside, she had a job to do and people didn't just get drugs shoved in their asses and told to deliver them. Having decided that whatever she carried wasn't drugs she set her mind to the task at hand and tried to walk normally despite her ``luggage''.

Arriving at the bus stop without incident she checked the time table. Next bus to the central was due in fifteen minutes giving her little option other than to stand there and wait. While she was alone at first, she was soon joined by other people.

First was a mother hare with her two young leverets, all three in varying shades of grey and brown with large upright ears. The mother paid little attention to Charlie, holding one kid in each hand so they wouldn't run off. Though both young ones seemed well behaved to the fox.
A few minutes later came an elderly bull moose, with most of his fur turning grey. Besides being much taller than her, Charlie knew moose antlers grew bigger with age and guessed that this bull had an impressive set though he'd had them trimmed down to little more than blunt nubs. Charlie had learned that while antlers often looked cool they were more often than not in the way and most folks who grew them would trim them after the velvet had shed.

Not long after him came a couple of teenage weasels. Both were dressed like they had raided a dumpster behind a rave. No coordination or fashion sense, she thought. While discreetly looking around, Charlie wondered if anyone of them noticed anything odd about her. But all of them looked mostly bored, except the weasels. They spent their time giggling at each other when they weren't staring at their phones.

The bus arrived and Charlie let the others board before her. Once aboard she went to stand in the middle, where the was an area for strollers or wheelchairs. Or, in her case, foxtaurs. The seats weren't designed with taurs in mind anyway. The others had found empty seats and the bus drove off. With the bus moving she felt her ``cargo'' shift and weigh down her lower section. She wondered if she'd been stuffed with so much that her stomach bulged out visibly. Would anyone notice, and if they did, would they just think she was pregnant?

Not even two minutes later the bus slowed and stopped at the next stop. Out of curiosity Charlie looked to see who was boarding and saw it was a female raccoon, wearing dark sunglasses and a sundress with wide black and white horizontal stripes. The vixentaur guessed the raccoon had picked that dress to match her fluffy striped tail but it got her thinking of stereotypical raccoon thieves and striped prison uniforms. Charlie's eyes idly followed the raccoon and noted with some trepidation that she had picked a seat that gave her line of sight to the foxtaur. But she calmed down when the raccoon pulled out her phone and began poking at it, not sparing the taur even a glance.

The bus drove on, Charlie shifting her weight to counteract the bus turning here and there, sometimes stopping to let people aboard or get off. With all those small movements she felt the stuff moving in her. Despite her feeling bloated, with the objects shifting every now and then they kept pushing her buttons. The random little stimulations had soon made her wet. Among all the other scents in the bus she began feeling whiffs of her own lust and could only hope no one linked the smell to her. She looked around without trying to look obvious about it, and saw that nobody seemed to notice or care.

Possible crisis averted, she relaxed. Until a few moments later she felt her cargo shift again. With her getting wet and slippery, some of the objects shoved in her pussy were slowly working their way to the ``exit''. They were still some distance to the central and she didn't want her ``stuffing'' to fall out. Neither did she want to reach back to push it in again. That would definitely attract attention of the most unwanted variety.

Thinking quickly and finding no other options she tucked her tail a bit and slowly backed up until her rump was against the wall. Discreetly leaning into it to keep anything from sliding out, Charlie felt better and stood like that until the bus stopped at the central.

Stepping off the bus along with everyone else she imagined herself disappearing in the crowd. Slowly walking to the nearest information board she didn't look if anyone else from ``her'' bus was going the same way. Reading the board, she was disappointed to find the stop the was going to had closed for roadwork. Looking over to the town map she decided to go to the stop after that. A longer bus trip also meant a much longer walk through town, but so be it.

The bus was leaving in just a few minutes and she quickly checked which platform to go to. Getting there she saw a few others were waiting there. Still feeling a bit wet she made sure to stand downwind of them. Looking around she noted one or two sniffing at the air but no more than that.

The bus arrived and Charlie got on along with the rest. Standing once again at the empty spot in the middle she waited for the bus to start rolling. Just before it was about to leave she heard someone shout and a black-and-white blur came running. Rushing aboard at the last second was the same raccoon Charlie had seen before. She went to sit down while Charlie's mind was whirling with suspicion and paranoia. Was she just going the same way or was she stalking the foxtaur? With the bus setting off the vixen could do nothing but wait and hope for the best.

Discreetly looking over, she noted that the raccoon was sitting facing away from her, busy fiddling with her phone. Breathing a small sigh or relief, she told herself that she and the `coon were probably just going the same way.

At first the trip was uneventful. Charlie stood and did her best to deal with her shifting ``cargo'' and not attract attention. The objects moved at times but she was only mildly buzzed by the stimulation. Tucking her tail a bit to contain some of her leaking lust she hoped no one would notice the smell and connect it to her.

Then the bus came to the roadworks. Feeling the bus slow down Charlie looked ahead and saw the smooth asphalt had been removed, leaving a severely potted gravel road. It slowed to drive at little more than a jogging pace but it didn't help much, the entire bus began shaking like a giant vibrating dildo.

The things inside her that had been a slight distraction before, now shook and moved ten times worse. Fighting down a moan, she began to pant, still trying to just stand there and look mildly bored as one often does while on the bus. But she fought a losing battle, the vibrations got her juices flowing. Between pants while she strained to keep her ears from folding she felt some of her ``cargo'' begin to slip out, helped by her natural lubricant and the bus shaking. She did her best to clench but Charlie had never really learned to control her kegel muscles, and now wasn't a good time to start. With time running out and her mind clouded by the stimulations she sat down as quickly as she could, hopefully without looking suspicious. To keep her load from spilling out, she didn't just sit down on her haunches but pushed her rear against the floor.

Freezing in place, she realized her mistake when her most sensitive place squished against the vibrating bus floor. Her situation couldn't have been any worse than if someone had pushed a vibrating wand on her muff. Even worse, some of the objects in her pussy had moved when she sat down, one of them shifted to push and vibrate against one of the more sensitive points of her insides. Eyes widening with realization she strained to keep her ears upright when they wanted nothing more than to fold down against her head in shame.

Her climax fast approaching, with all the subtlety of a runaway ice cream truck she struggled to keep still when her legs and entire rear trembled from the floor throbbing under her crotch. She could sit through an orgasm no problem, she'd been fucked standing on all fours enough times to know that. But all those times she could moan, pant and make all the silly faces she'd wanted. Now,  she could do nothing but bite her lip, scrunch up her face and not pant too much. She let out a low, drawn-out whine through closed lips and did her best to look mildly interested in the passing scenery. She could only hope no one was looking too much on her, or they might think she was having a seizure. Until they felt the scent of her flowing juices...

Clenching her teeth to to choke down a squeaky moan she fought even harder to not show her struggle. With all the stimulation she'd had ever since she left that apartment, her climax was quick to come. Fighting to sit still and keep quiet, she kept her orgasm mostly quiet, only betrayed by her hindlegs trembling and a few quiet squeaks slipping out between her teeth. Sitting with her pussy directly on the vibrating floor dragged out her climax but when it finally ebbed out and was followed by post-nut clarity, Charlie was quick to act. Lifting her rump she changed to sit with her haunches close together to try and clench both her holes shut, keeping her load from spilling out. The bus was still shaking her and her insides but she felt like she could deal with it.

Trying to distract herself, she mentally cursed her own stupidity. While she hadn't tried it herself, she had heard enough stories about girls sitting on washing machines for fun and pleasure that she should never have tried to do what she'd just done. But what's done is done, she could only hope that she hadn't made too big a puddle under her rump.  A hope that seemed faint when she felt a few drops of her fluids drip from her lower lips to land on the floor below. As if the mere thought of her fluids had flashed it into existence she felt a whiff of her own lust.

With nothing to do about it she put on her best poker face. Looking forward she saw the roadworks ending a short distance ahead. Looking up at the screen she also saw her stop was coming next. Soon this bus incident would be behind her...

Looking around she wondered if anyone had noticed her outburst or noticed the smell of horny vixen, but no-one seemed bothered. There were a few other vixens of the bipedal variety on the bus and she guessed everyone thought her or one of them was in heat. Looking forward again she saw the raccoon had put away her phone, but was instead looking forward, seemingly uninterested in the smell of horny and the nervous vixentaur a few seats behind her.

Her stop was coming up and just as Charlie had begun thinking about pushing the stop button someone pushed it for her. Someone else was getting off here? That suited her just fine, no one would know she was getting off here until she stood up and walked out, and with the stop being in town it wouldn't be odd if several people got off there. Once off the bus, she could probably disappear in the crowd. The bus stopped and she got off, on slightly wobbly legs, along with a few others. After a few steps she saw a familiar striped dress in the corner of her eye. It seemed this was also miss Raccoon's stop. Once again rousing her suspicions, but she calmed down when she saw the `coon walk off, face glued to her phone.

Charlie set off to her destination, she had calmed down from her climax on the bus but having learned her lesson she walked slowly to keep her ``cargo'' from moving too much and set her off again. She had quite a long walk ahead of her but wasn't in any real hurry, her customer hadn't given her a deadline for the delivery. She made her way through a shopping district, doing her best to blend in with all the other people out shopping, or just window shopping. Still, her nethers were wet and every time she felt a cold draft on her rear she shivered a bit. She also felt the occasional whiff of her own lust and hoped no one would notice it among the scents of all the other shoppers.

She hadn't walked for very long when she felt her hackles raise, like someone was watching her. Taking a quick look around she saw various folks of different species and sizes going about, none of them looking her way. But she also saw a striped tail vanishing behind a building. Was that raccoon  following her? That would be a problem since she had to make sure she wasn't followed. Trying to lose her ``tail'', Charlie decided to take a detour. She turned to a side street and then turned a few more times. She even backtracked a bit to see if she would spot a certain raccoon. Spotting no striped stalker, she continued toward her destination, though sometimes looking over her shoulder, not sure if she had been followed or not.

Leaving the shopping district behind her, Charlie walked on, surrounded by a mix of new and old office buildings. But once again she felt watched, her hackles raising. She took a few more steps and quickly turned around, hoping to surprise whoever was behind her. But the street behind her was nearly empty, the only one in sight was a deer driving away on an electric scooter. He had passed her moments earlier and showed no interest in the vixen. But through the shrubs in front of an older, fancier office building she saw something striped. Her paranoia rising, Charlie stood and stared like an idiot at the shrubs for half a minute or so, wanting to see if it moved. It didn't but she decided to double her efforts to shake off any stalkers.

Taking detours, she walked through narrow alleys and snuck through shrubs when she could. She looked around much more than before, worried about being followed. She never saw anything definite, but at times thought she saw something stripey. Whether it was a raccoon's tail, a striped dress or an awning fluttering in the breeze didn't matter much, other than fuelling her paranoia.

Finally, the vixentaur was peering out from an alley, hidden between two dumpsters. In the distance, next to a larger road, was her destination. There were four apartment buildings in a row and she was going to the third. On the other side of the road she saw a residential area but turned to more immediate problems. The way forward was too open, no hiding places if she was still being followed. Next to the road was a biking path and the rest was mostly large, well-kept lawns.

She had to risk it. Trying to calm her nerves, Charlie thought to herself that if anyone had been following her she must have lost them by now. With all the excitement she had even forgotten about   the ``cargo'' she was carrying, too busy seeing seeing suspicious racoons everywhere.

Standing up straight, she began walking. She noted the sun was a bit lower in the sky and briefly wondered what time it was, while keeping an eye out for any followers but still trying to look normal. She was just a completely ordinary foxtaur going on a completely ordinary walk...

She passed the first building without incident. She still hadn't seen any stalkers, raccoon or otherwise. Charlie let herself relax a little. She might actually pull this off.

She was passing the second building, not seeing anyone...
``Excuse me miss!'' someone called out. Charlie stopped and looked around. There, coming from the entrance to the second building was a male red panda wearing a black suit and tie. She guessed he had stood next to the small building for recycling, mostly hidden from view.
``I'm terribly sorry to bother you miss, but may I take a look at your identification? It's completely routine, I assure you.'' he asked, sounding overly polite and smiling. A smile that didn't reach his emerald green eyes. Reaching for her saddle bag, Charlie produced the papers she'd been given earlier and handed them to the panda. He accepted them and began reading, humming while his smile slowly faded.

``I must apologize once more, miss...'' he looked down at her papers again ``...Charlene Braun. But it appears that your papers are not in order.'' he said, his voice now neutral. Charlie didn't know what to say and just mumbled quietly.
``I'll have to ask you to come with me while we clear this up.'' he said while taking her arm. He took a step forward but stopped when the foxtaur didn't come along. Charlie had completely lost her train of thought, her mind now spinning with thoughts of getting caught with an ass full of something that might be drugs and what would happen next. The panda tugging on her arm, brought her back to the present.

``I said, would you please come with me? Or are you going to resist?'' he asked, now glaring at her and one hand holding open his suit jacket to show a shoulder holster, the implication clear.
``No, no, I won't resist. I'll follow.'' she stammered and they started walking.
Charlie followed the panda with little thought to where they were going, her mind busy wondering what would happen to her. She was only grateful they walked slowly, keeping her ``cargo'' from moving too much. Losing track of time, she only noticed when they entered a building and stopped in a room. Looking around she saw it was very sparsely furnished. A table with a small stack of metal trays on it, two chairs, one on either side of the table, a lamp hanging above the table and a large mirror on one of the walls. An interrogation room if she ever saw one.

The panda closed the door behind them and locked it. He then pushed her forward to stand at the table, quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs which he put on her wrists and attached to the table.
``Just a precaution, in case you get any funny ideas.'' he muttered.
Next he started patting her down, his hands starting at her shoulders and moving down her arms, then back to her shoulders and going down her upper torso to her waist, continuing down her lower torso and belly to her rump, then all four of her legs. Last he ran his fingers through the bushy fur on her tail, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

When he began taking off her saddle bag she got the nerve to speak up.
``Uh, just how will this clear up my papers not being in order?'' she asked, looking over her shoulder.
``I'm asking the questions here so don't speak unless spoken to, dirtbag.'' was his gruff answer.
Her saddle bag off, he opened it and casually dumped the contents on one of the trays. Poking at the large pile of condoms, her phone, keys, stockings and some other things, he snorted.
``Huh, looks like I found the town bike.'' he remarked. Charlie decided to hold her tongue.

Still finding nothing strange, he stood just behind her shoulder and unbuttoned her shirt, the vixen remained passive. Pulling it down over her shoulders, he briefly looked over the cloth, presumably to see if she'd had anything sewn into the garment. After that he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her bandeau and yanked it down, her breasts bouncing free. Pulling the narrow cloth strap down to her belly, he quickly checked it before his hands moved up. Resting his chin on her shoulder his hands cupped her breasts, fingers running through her soft white fur.

While Charlie usually liked having her breasts fondled, that was when she was in the mood and had consented to boob-touching. This guy had just started squeezing her tits like a pair of stress balls. Besides that, she was definitely not in the mood, not with both of her holes stuffed full of contraband while locked in an interrogation room.
``Oooh, yeah, nice and soft. I'll have to take a good look look at these.'' he murred, Charlie feeling his breath on her cheek, her ears folding with disgust. Changing to play with her nipples, he tweaked, flicked, pinched them, until they stiffened from the stimulation. When he noticed, he switched to just pinching, and he pinched hard. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting to his touch, but her endurance ran out.
``Oow, please...'' she whined. The panda just snorted with satisfaction and kept playing with her soft, furry mounds.

To her relief, he stopped soon after that. Letting go of her breasts he turned to walk around her rump. Charlie felt exposed and wanted to pull up her bandeau, to give her some modesty. Lifting her hands, they only moved a centimeter or two before she reached the limit of the short chain linking her handcuffs.
``Don't move, dirtbag!'' he half-shouted at her while rounding her rear. Walking around the table to stand in front of her, he stared her right in the eyes until he had her undivided attention.
``Open your mouth and keep it open. If you even think about trying to bite I'll make sure you regret it.'' he growled. She swallowed and slowly opened her jaws as wide as she comfortably could, tail tucking from shame at getting treated like some unruly animal.

Peering down the sides of her muzzle she saw him come closer and reach for her mouth. First he poked a finger under her tongue, pushing it aside one way, then the other. For a moment, Charlie was worried he would stick a finger down her throat, possibly triggering her gag reflex. Luckily, he didn't but instead turned his attention to her left cheek, pulling her lip to the side and dragged a finger along her gums. Not finding anything there, he checked her right cheek, holding out the corner of her mouth and poking at her gums and the soft flesh of her cheek.

The whole time the red panda's expression seemed to shift between disgust and anger. Not wanting to anger him any more, Charlie stood absolutely still and let him do as he pleased. Still finding nothing, he hooked a thumb in either corner of her mouth and slightly pulled out her lips, holding there a moment before letting go. Glaring at the foxtaur who stood there with her mouth wide open a few more seconds, he put one hand on her muzzle, the other under her chin and pushed her mouth closed. From a suit pocket he pulled out a pair of thin latex gloves.

``Well, guess there's only one place left to look.'' he muttered ``Never mind, make that two places.'' he added and stepped to her rump. Grabbing her tail, he pulled it up. He had barely let if go before she tucked it down, curling forward between her hindlegs, trying to protect her privates.
``TAIL UP!'' he roared.
Just as quickly as she had tucked it, she lifted it straight up, which made the panda a little less angry.
``Hold your tail up and spread your legs. And if I even think you're gonna kick me it'll be the last thing your legs do.'' he growled.
Curling her tail over her back, she slowly and carefully shuffled her hindlegs apart. She felt the objects in her shift with her movement, but felt no pleasure from it. From the corner of her eye she saw him kneel at her rump, his glaring eyes on her privates. A gloved hand reached up to her rear, but stopped.
``Eeeny, meeny, miny... eh, let's start with number one.'' he said to himself and unceremoniously poked a finger in her pussy. She felt if stop against an object.
``Bingo.'' was all he said, with grim satisfaction. Two more fingers joined the first and they grasped the sphere, pulling it out of her. Walking to the table he put the object on one of the trays.

For the first time that day, Charlie got a good look at what she had been carrying inside her across town. It was a ball, dark blue in color and a little smaller than a ping-pong ball. In the light above, it shone with a thin coat of her fluids and Charlie could smell her own lust from it. She didn't have time to dwell on it before the angry panda went back to her rump.
``Let's get this out on to a tray.'' he said and stuck his fingers in her again. He didn't need to dig around for long before he found another two balls. Pulling out, they joined the one on the tray. Back and forth he went, putting more of those balls on the tray before he went back to feel around for more in the taur's dripping pussy. More of the balls came put, usually one or two, sometimes three. With the pile on the tray growing, Charlie's worry grew, wondering just what kind of situation she'd gotten herself into. In any other place, she probably would've enjoyed the fisting but as it was she was too stressed out for that. Only her body reacted, her nethers getting even wetter and she could see the balls he put on the tray dripping with her fluids. By now, the air was heavy with the musky smell of horny foxtaur vixen.  

When the supply of balls in her pussy began running low he had to push his hand deeper in her. Finally when she couldn't feel any more balls in that hole he stuck his hand in one more time, feeling around every square millimeter of her insides. He pushed even deeper, feeling around and straining Charlie's puppymaker. She grit her teeth and tried to stifle a whimper, this had gone from humiliating to downright painful. If this guy wanted to fist her harder than Schaffer's entire class of veterinary students, he sure got his wish. Finally, after a long search without finding any more balls he seemed satisfied and pulled out his gloved hand. Charlie breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

``That's that. Time for number two.'' he said casually, Charlie's eyes widening with the realization that this was far from over and felt a gloved finger prod at her tailhole. In it went and almost immediately found a ball. Two more fingers went in and pulled it out, he put it on the tray. Putting his hand back in her rear he pulled out another two balls. More balls kept coming out, one, two or three at a time. But one time, he had found more and tried to pull out a fistful of balls, finding it wouldn't come out so easily. Charlie was experienced with butt stuff, but a hand closed around a bunch of balls stretched her sphincter beyond what she was used to.

With him not letting go of his find and her rear stubbornly refusing to give up its secrets, it all turned into an anal tug of war. The panda tried to pull out again and again, the only he got out of Charlie were pained whimpers when his pulling strained her rump.
``You... stubborn... urgh, asshole...'' he muttered, his hand still stuck in the vixen.
He tried pulling a few more times, only making the taur lean back from the table until he relaxed and she returned to standing upright. Changing tactics he instead started twisting and turning his arm, trying to gradually work his hand out of the vixentaur's tailhole.

Eventually with some wriggling the panda got his hand out of her ass, still clutching the balls and went to deposit them on the tray. He kept digging, pulling out a few more balls before Charlie felt her rear was empty. Like with her pussy, he kept digging, looking for any stray balls he had missed before. With his hand pushing deeper than before and straining her bowels, the vixentaur whimpering from the painful intrusion.

Finally convinced there were no more balls hiding in the foxbutt before him, the panda pulled out his hand. Glancing back, Charlie saw him pull his gloves off and take out his phone. Snapping a few pics of her rear he was thoroughly documenting her spread legs, both her gaping holes and her white crotch fur, matted and damp with her juices.

Once he finished documenting her rear for the spank bank, or perhaps for evidence, he stood and took a few more pics of the tray with the large pile of balls, some still wet with her pussy juice.
``Nice.'' was all he said and put his phone away. He walked around the table, again facing the foxtaur, glaring at her.
``You know what this is?'' he asked, pointing at the pile. Charlie had a guess, but shook her head.
``You should've kept doing what you're good at, town bike. And not try to be a drug courier.''
With the proverbial cat out of the bag Charlie's dam burst.
``I didn't know! I thought it was just a job like any other. Just some weird guy with weird kinks. But then my ass was full of it and it was too late to back out!'' she shouted. Her outburst faded to whimpers, she mumbled and stammered some more, the panda glaring at her the whole time, before she got to the important question.
``What's gonna happen to me now?'' she asked, dreading the answer.
``Shut up! I'm the one asking the questions here!'' he shouted in her face. She flinched, ears folding and her tail tucked instinctively. She shrunk back, wanting to back away but the cuffs kept her anchored to the table.

Still glaring he spoke again.
``The stuff I just pulled from your ass and cunt is worth a shitload on the street. And it's more than enough to put you away for at least a decade. In a real butt-pounding jail.'' he growled at her, one corner of his mouth curling up a tiny bit, too small for Charlie to notice. Though she did cock one of her large triangular ears when she thought she heard a muffled giggle from behind the mirror.

``Now shut up and answer my questions.'' he grumbled. She nodded.
``Right. Who hired you? What do they look like? Where do they live?'' he went on, gruffly.
``I don't know. It got my instructions over the phone. The only one I saw was dressed up like a ninja sumo-wrestler.'' she told him while looking down at her cuffed hands, not caring about her exposed breasts. Next she gave him the address where she went at first and then where she was going for her delivery. That seemed to catch the red panda's interest and for the first time since they entered the room he didn't look quite so angry.
``When you got there, were you supposed to say a code or some special greeting?'' he asked.
She shook her head.
``No. I figured I'd just knock or ring the doorbell like a normal guest.'' she replied.
``Figured as much. You're just the mule, town bike. Why tell you anything useful in case you get caught?'' he sighed.
``Well if that's everything you know there's only one thing left to do before I send you off for processing.'' he muttered and walked behind her again. He put his hands on her hips, feeling up her rump. She glanced back at him. Her tail was still curled over her back, exposing her privates. She wanted to cover herself but didn't want to draw his ire and left it up.
``Wait, are you...''
``Quiet! Unless I tell you to moan like the whore you are, town bike! If you resist, you know what happens.'' he bared his teeth and held out his suit jacket, showing the gun holster. She looked forward again, standing still, hoping to endure whatever he had in mind.

She heard him undo with his belt and pull down his zipper, then shimmy down his pants and underwear. Glancing back she saw his cock was already hard, a pointy red rocket fully emerged from his fuzzy sheath. She turned to look forward again, knowing full well what was coming next, no need to see it as well.
``Finally I get to do the stuff my wife doesn't like.'' he said and Charlie could practically hear his leering smile. Despite the situation she couldn't resist rolling her eyes at his comment and think ``if I had a Euro for every time a guy said that...''. She found some small comfort in the fact that she would be plenty warmed up with all the digging around he'd done in her ass.
Reaching out, he took a condom from the large pile he'd dumped out of her saddle bag and put it on.

Hands on her hips she could practically feel him tense up, preparing to plunge his cock in her tailhole. Brace for anal, she thought to herself.

He took the plunge, shoved his rock hard cock in her and started humping away. No foreplay or warm-up, just going from zero to frantic humping in a second. His forceful thrusts rocking Charlie back and forth where she stood, cuffed to the table. With everything that had happened during the day, from smuggling a buttload, and also a pussyload, of contraband across town, to getting caught and interrogated by an angry red panda, it took the foxtaur a few moments to notice something unexpected. He was fucking her pussy, not her ass.
``Uh, unh..., dude, ah, wrong hole?'' she asked between moans, looking back at him. The panda grinned and slowed down.
``Nope. The wife's crazy about anal, barely lets me do anything else. She's a real butt slut that one.'' he said and laughed, breaking character for the first time since he'd ``caught'' her.
``If you don't believe me you can ask her yourself when we're done. She's behind the mirror and if I know her right she's got one hand in her panties. If she bothered wearing any.'' he grunted, humping away. Charlie cocked her ears and heard faint moans from the mirror.

``I just hope she doesn't shlick too much and shake the camera. I wanna see and enjoy this many times later.'' he went on, head turned to look at the mirror. Now, Charlie clearly heard someone giggling behind it.
``Camera's on a tripod! And I'm not wearing panties!'' a female voice behind the mirror shouted.
``Good idea honey!'' the panda shouted back.

Their conversation over, the panda sped up again, taking a firm grip on her hips, he fucked her with hard energetic thrusts. Even with the vixentaur being heavier and her leaning on the table, his thrusts still rocked her back and forth. Her breasts bounced freely with every thrust, her bandeau still sitting useless around her belly where the panda had pulled it down. With him no longer roleplaying ``angry interrogator'' Charlie allowed herself to relax and enjoy the ride. Her body had been ready long before the fucking and his hard humping quickly put her in the mood for sex. Leaning forward, she moaned and panted, his thrusts pushing her towards climax.

Finding his rhythm the panda humped away, grunting with each thrust when his hips smashed against the vixen's rump and his balls slapped her crotch. Not wanting him to have all the fun, Charlie braced against the table and swayed back and forth, meeting his thrusts. Her tail which was still draped over her lower back started wagging, happy to finally have some normal sex. For a time, the only noises in the room were his grunts and her happy moans mixed with the wet slaps of their loins colliding. Neither caring about their audience of one, watching behind the mirror.

The female behind the mirror had quite the show to watch. The setting and acting was just as good as any porno on the net, in other words not very good. But it didn't matter, her imagination easily filled in the rest. The camera beside her recording everything, to fuel her imagination many times in the future. She already had the story playing out in her head. A scantily clad foxtaur getting caught trying to smuggle drugs, interrogated by an angry plain-clothes police panda. Undressing, frisking her and playing with her tits as foreplay. All the time dominating her, demanding obedience. After the frisking followed a cavity search, with him fisting the poor vixen hard and deep in both pussy and ass. She hoped the panda stretching her holes looked as hot on film as it did live. After a short interrogation where the foxtaur confessed everything came the main event. The panda fucked her, simply because he could and wanted to.
She did her best to keep quiet and let the microphone catch all the sounds of the couple who had now dropped the act and just enjoyed the sex. The panda thrusting hard enough to rock the vixen and make her breasts bounce. She was curious to see how long her husband would last and if the two ``actors'' would do anything more when they were done fucking.

Enjoying the panda's vigorous fucking, Charlie lost track of time, letting her instincts do most of the work and sway to meet his humps. She was roused from her fog of pleasure when he changed grip. Still keeping one hand on her hip, the other grabbed the skin on her withers, nearly pulling her backwards, onto his cock. With him still fucking her like a jackhammer and trying to shove his cock as deep as it could possibly go.

With his fast and rough fucking together with everything else, the sneaky involuntary masturbation she had done on the way there, the panda fisting her and now him humping her soon pushed Charlie to the edge of climax. But just before she came she felt the panda come in her, his cock throbbing with every cumshot and the rubber inflating with his load. His thrusts slowed and he kept his cock deep in her while he came. Like her, he was worked up before they got around to fucking and with the furious tempo was quick to come.

Cumming in her and inflating the thin rubber, the panda only moved with the smallest of thrusts, pushing his shaft as deep as he could possibly go in the foxtaur's pussy. His spurts gradually weakened and stopped.

When he came, moments too soon for her, Charlie was denied her own climax. But she brushed aside the brief twinge of disappointment. In her line of work, that sort of thing was an occupational hazard and she would have plenty of time to blow off some steam later that evening.

Still holding the scruff of her withers, he leaned over her, catching his breath and enjoying the feel of her slick love tunnel. Straightening up, he pulled out his softening shaft of the quietly panting vixen.
``That... was... even better... than I'd hoped.'' he panted and from the corner of her eye Charlie saw the lights turn on behind the mirror. Sitting in an armchair, next to a tripod with a camera pointing at the vixen and panda couple, was the raccoon Charlie had seen several times during her ``smuggling run''. But while she had looked well styled and controlled before, she was nothing like that leaning back in the armchair. She had taken off her sunglasses, hanging them in the cleavage of her dress and panted like she'd masturbated the entire time. Her striped black-and-white dress was bunched up at her waist giving Charlie a good view of her soaked pussy and what looked like a buttplug in her ass. The panda calling her a butt slut was confirmed when Charlie noted that the `coon only seemed to fiddle with her button and her other hand held a small remote, presumably for the plug in her ass.

``This was a fun roleplay.'' the panda said while loosening his tie and taking off his suit jacket. Next he began taking off his shoulder holster.
``How can people walk around wearing these things all day?'' he grumped.
``Those people don't buy the cheapest holster they can find in a toy store, you cheapskate.'' his wife giggled, getting up from the armchair and turning off the camera. The panda muttered in agreement, putting his suit jacket, the holster and its brightly colored plastic toy gun on the table. Charlie, meanwhile undid the broad velcro strap the panda had used to keep her from ``getting any ideas'' during the ``interrogation''. She held up her still cuffed hands to him.
``I can probably break these plastic toy handcuffs. But I'd rather you unlocked them.'' she smiled.
He nodded and pulled out an equally cheap-looking plastic key and unlocked the cuffs. Her hands free, Charlie picked up one of the balls, taking a closer look.
``Just what did you guys stuff me with?'' she asked him. Deciding to show rather than tell, the panda took another ball and dropped it. It bounced on the floor and came up to his hand where he easily caught it.
``Rubber balls.'' he said. ``Harmless, completely legal and quite cheap if you buy them in bulk like we did.'' he added.
``Like I said. Cheapskate.'' the `coon smiled at him.

An approving glance from the panda reminded Charlie that she was still practically naked with her shirt down over her shoulders and bandeau down on her belly. Quickly pulling up her shirt she then shimmied up and adjusted the bandeau until it sat right and covered her boobs, with the white tuft in her cleavage sticking out over the top of the narrow cloth strap. That done, she buttoned up her shirt and was presentable again. She turned to the couple, the panda coming back after getting rid of the rubber.

``You're happy with my acting? When you booked me and said it was for role-play I thought you'd just be walking me on a leash or something.'' she asked them. The couple giggled at her mention of leashes and implied petplay.
``Oh, I'd say you did good if this was your first time doing improvised acting.'' the racoon said and pulled away the dark curtain next to the mirror, revealing their kitchen. Charlie realised the interrogation room had been their dining area, the table likely their dining table.

Walking up to her, Charlie took a closer look at the raccoon. Her brown eyes and the dark fur of her mask was familiar. And the scent, though masked by her lust, definitely matched.
``Were you the sumo-ninja in the apartment that stuffed me full of those balls?'' she asked, already sure of the answer.
``That was me. When I'd sent you off I had to hurry to get to the bus in time. Good thing those electric scooters are everywhere because I didn't want to get on at the same bus stop as you. Too suspicious you know. Then I tailed you to make sure my dear husband would be in position to catch you.'' She told her and turned to her husband.
``We have to think of something to thank the Johnsons for letting us use their apartment.'' she said, and the panda agreed. Her mentioning another couple aroused Charlie's curiosity.
``Was it Mrs. Johnson who came and booked me for this job? Because I don't remember seeing either of you before today.''
The raccoon's mood brightened even more at that question and she giggled a little.
``Oh no, that was me. But I was disguised.'' she told the vixentaur.

Charlie looked at the `coon and searched her memory of that customer. She remembered it had been a tanuki, with green eyes.  That tanuki had been a bit fluffier or perhaps chubbier than than the raccoon.
``That tanuki? That was you?'' she asked. The raccoon giggled and nodded.
``That was me. With some extra fluff, green contacts, and dyed fur.'' she added, her mouth curling up in a naughty grin.
``By the way, how many times did you cum while getting here?'' she asked.
``Just once, on the bus... wait, you were watching me?'' Charlie answered on reflex before she'd fully understood the question.
``Of course. That was my part of the roleplay. To follow and keep and eye on you while trying to avoid detection. You almost got me a few times after you got off the bus, that was fun.''
She squirmed a little and Charlie saw her turn off the remote for her plug.
``You know, seeing you get all worked up on the bus got me really hot. I almost couldn't control myself. Good thing I left the remote for my ``buzzer'' at home, or...'' she added, holding up the remote. Charlie held up her hand, stopping the `coon.
``Wait, I saw you on the bus. You never looked my way, even when you were facing me.''
The `coon pulled up her sunglasses, holding them up to her eyes.
``Where am I looking now?'' she asked, making her point.
``As for me not facing you...'' she added and held out the glasses to Charlie who took them and looked them over. The lenses had a reflective part, effectively giving the wearer rearview mirrors. Spy stuff you could buy in any toy store. She gave them back to the raccoon.

The red panda and raccoon looked at each other.
``Are you done playing ``bad cop on a power trip''?'' she asked him. He nodded.
``I am. Are you done playing ``female agent in an old spy movie''?'' he replied. She nodded.
``Yeah, my cover's been blown.'' she added with another giggle. He turned to the foxtaur.
``Then we won't hold you any longer, Charlie. You're free to go.'' the panda told her.

Her job done, the vixentaur escort went back to the table, took the tray with her things on and dumped it back in her saddle bag. She closed the bag and put it on. Quickly looking herself over in the mirror and brushing down a few tufts of her fur that had gotten messed up during the roleplay, then she was ready to go and headed for the door. The couple had paid when they booked her so no need to ask for money. They followed her to the door.
``With how much our dear vixen enjoyed it, perhaps I can talk you into trying your ``other hole'' a bit more?'' the panda asked, arm around his raccoon wife.
``Maaaybe, why not try that later, after dinner?'' she said and nuzzled his cheek.
Not wanting to intrude on their moment, Charlie quietly bid them goodbye and left.
Leaving their house, she set her sights on the same apartment buildings where the red panda had ``caught'' her and got to walking. The walk to the nearest bus stop was long, but she didn't mind, now that her rear was empty and there was no raccoon stalking her.

Checking her phone, Charlie saw her shift was over. It was time to go home.

The End.

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