\n\t\t\t\t\temikochan - also starring her as the second character!The bar Feligris and Emiko had stumbled into earlier was rather unremarkable as far as wasteland standards went, simply yet another crumbling joint in the middle of a village of sorts built within the remains of a burnt suburb – but what was important was that it was a bar with bitter poor-quality beer and a random collection of well-aged liquors in dusty bottles, hence both had eagerly entered to start sampling everything after a long trek across wind-swept plains in search for coin and scavenge.
Thanks to their small stature it doesn't take long for them to start drawing attention especially thanks to the huge breasts of the duo which strain their shirts and jackets to the limit, their busts threatening to swipe bottles off the table repeatedly when they start piling up and the tipsy felines reach for them. At least there aren't all that many patrons within the musty room lit by flickering oil lamps and sunlight, but the leering and encouragement to drink more nevertheless fills the bar with constant noise.
Eventually as the duo starts teasing their impromptu audience with some bust and underboob, the wolf whistling and banter gets to the point where the owner and bartender, a tall imposing raccoon, briskly walks over to the yammering felines and silences them with a marked cough as he waves the bill in front of them.
'I think you two have had quite enough – now cover your bill, if you please!'
Hiccuping, Feligris rummages for a coin purse to casually toss it onto the table, sending some worn coins and bottlecaps flying due to how hard it lands on it. 'Is… is that enough?'
Shrugging, the raccoon glances at the offering and shakes his head enthusiastically. 'Not good, doesn't pay for even half of what you've had, you'd better have something else with you as well or I'll figure out something…' he replies sternly, making Feligris gulp.
'I'm s-shure we can figure out something?' she chuckles nervously as she grabs the neckline of her shirt to tug on it and show off her bosom, looking up at the raccoon.
'Good try but won't do it, I need supplies or caps to make a living… and I'd rather not pay to feed you by putting you to work either. But I think you two could pay this off with those assets even if you won't like it, anyone hungry around here?' the raccoon hollers after giving the feline's boobage only a brief glimpse.
'Hungry? Wh-what are you saying?' Emiko abruptly blurts as she snaps out of her drunken stupor with a jerk, belching and nearly falling off the chair before she manages to balance herself by grabbing her own heavy bosom.
There's no need to wait for an answer for long, though, as the few other patrons get up to curiously wander closer, soon yelling past Feligris and Emiko.
'I could give a tool or two for a good sandwich!'
'Haven't seen any kind of steak on that stove for ages, I've got some canned food I could trade!'
'And I'd need some fat for my workshop, nobody had any to sell last week!'
Grinning ominously as he listens, the bar owner nods at the two felines whose tails flick nervously already. 'You heard it ladies, get those boobs out and we'll see if they pay for your drinks!'
Grumbling, Emiko lifts her jacket to start unclasping her large bra, eventually pulling it off to toss it non-chalantly on the table. 'Do… do I have to… embarrassing!' she gripes whereas Feligris simply yanks her shirt so that her nipples pop out above the neckline. Their cheeks flush under their fur already before the small crowd surrounds them moments later to poke and pinch their hefty assets.
It doesn't take long for the raccoon to accept the offers shouted at him, at which point he nonchalantly grabs both fo the squirmy felines by the scruff to start force-walking them towards the kitchen in the back, despite their hissing protests and awkwardly swaying breasts. 'That'll cover it, now come this way so you can give me my due – and all help from the rest of you lot would be appreciated!'
With the help of the patrons it doesn't take long for the raccoon to strip both felines and confiscate the rest of their possessions for the payment of the bar, going as far as to compel the two to let him examine their pussies thoroughly before they are wrangled into restraints – Feligris onto a long table and Emiko onto a rolling platform with a raising table to lay her breasts on to be chopped up.
'Oowww! Meep! Not so tiiight!' Emiko screeches as she's being clamped down and the table is raised to support her hefty knockers, the raccoon shrugging as he sets a collar with an integrated gag around her neck.
'Stop whining, I'll be soon slicing these boobs for sandwich meat and I'd rather not deal with your thrashing.' he quips dryly as he crams the gag between her jaws, giving her limbs a couple of tugs. 'Seems good to me.'
With Emiko's struggles quelled and her protests unintellegible whimpering, the raccoon rubs his palms and turns to Feligris who keeps writhing on the table she has been chained to despite being stretched out rather tightly, her belly undulating as the raccoon bends closer to roughly knead her breasts. 'Rrrrrgh! Can't believe we drank so much we have to do this!'
'Bah, don't be like that, at least these gazoongas are large enough to settle the bill, or you might have had to give more – plus you'll have less trouble out there later on.' the bar owner replies laconically as he looms over the feline, before adjusting his apron and slamming an old cast iron pan on the gas range. Finally he snatches a wicked looking knife from a nearby holder to lightly place it against the base of Feligris' left breast – causing the feline to tense up immediately.
After a pregnant pause during which he merely stares at the spotted feline's jutting bosom, the raccoon suddenly sinks his fingers around Feligris' nipple to lift her entire breast upwards when he makes the first slice – the kitchen immediately filling with ear-piercing screaming and hissing as the feline thrashes in her chains. Blood soon mars her creamy fur and dribbles onto the already stained table as the raccoon continues unhurriedly, exposing raw muscle and some yellowish breast tissue as the knife begins to separate the breast from the chest. The raccoon however just hums to himself as he expertly ignores the feline's cries, slicing at the breast with short powerful strokes while lifting it upwards until it finally comes off completely – blood dripping onto the grisly red circle left on Feligris' furry chest.
'Lets get this prepped up for the lucky buyer… and onto the sandwich meat.' he mutters as he pours some oil on the pan and flicks on the gas burner, tossing the massive blood-dripped breast onto the pan right away before turning to Emiko who is already wide-eyed and trembling like a leaf as she whines into the gag.
But no mercy for her either when the raccoon picks up a cleaver and places his free hand on Emiko's left boob to hold it as he effortlessly slices off her nipple – her body instantly bucking violently in its bonds while drool trickles past the gag. Her muffled yowling mixes in with the wailing and groaning of Feligris in the kitchen when the raccoon moves on to start slicing her breast on the table whereas Emiko's eyes roll further and further to the back of her head each time as she comes closer to fainting from the burning agony. At the same time she closes her eyes to avoid looking at the red-yellow slices which which flop down onto the cutting table after each agonizing cut.
But however large her breast is, it's not infinite and eventually the raccoon bar owner cuts the remains completely off, slipping the knife into the gas flame for a moment to cauterize the circular wound with it as Emiko jerks and gargles, until he leaves the knife jammed into the feline's other breast.
'That'll do it for sandwich meat for now, back to you'
Feligris' cries have died down to sobbing by the time the raccoon approaches her again, the sight energizing her immediately although it's in vain as the raccoon goes on to start working on her remaining breast soon after – the kitchen's dank air, heavy from the smell of blood and cooking breastmeat, spreading to the rest of the bar where the patrons listen to the wailing and wait for their paid morsels...