I kicked Lüd in the stomach this time around, driving my boots deep into her abdomen. Her eyelids twitched in ecstasy as saliva spurt out from the sides of her snout. She clutched her stomach, looking up to me with longing eyes.

“Harda',” I couldn’t sense it, but I’m willing to bet big that the bitch’s pheromones were blowing out in pressurised jets, “Gib me more…”

She laid there on the restroom floor, dishevelled. Her tongue spilt out of her mouth, drooling a steaming, viscous puddle all over the ground. Ruffled and wet was her fur, mixed with a concoction of her saliva, bodily fluids, and whatever unsavoury substances one could expect to find on the floor of a public toilet. Her expression, if detached from her circumstance, would infer near orgasmic joy one would find in companionship with a close lover, which made it all the viler that it was even present in this situation. Yet still, despite her position, her tail couldn't help but brush the floor beneath where she laid, wagging what little movement it could muster pinned under her body's weight.

The sight pissed me off. The tail in particular stoked irrational flames in me.

I raised my foot and stomped on the tip as it made its sweep.

The bitch let out a rapturous yelp that sent her back jolting inwards, slamming her head against the wall. The glint in her dark pupils grew even brighter, even as her button ears folded over one of her eyes.

I lowered my head down to Lüd, "You want more?"

Rid of her ability for speech, the bitch simply nodded, her tongue flopping across the floor as she did.

I raised my voice as much as I dared in the women's restroom, "You want more, you musty bitch?"

This time, she raised her hands under her chin, closing her fingers around her palms as if they were paws. With her elbows, she pressed against her breasts, pushing her cleavage out from beneath her ruined sweater dress whose hems had ridden up to her hips. She didn't bother hiding her loins; she had her legs split wide open, revealing her wet, dripping cunt from between the black, lacy windows of her open-crotch panties like an invitation to the abyss of degeneracy. Above, her erect clit throbbed with enthusiastic vigour as if a curling finger pleading for something to plug her well of bottomless lust.

Laying from that stance, Lüd let out her cutest, high-pitched bark her gargling throat could manage all while huffing her breaths with her tongue sticking out.

Without a shadow of a doubt, I was looking at a grade-A, top shelf, high level, perverted queen of a bitch; one that stands atop the one percent of the one percent.

"Okay," I lifted my leg, "I'll give you more."

With my one foot still on the tip of Lüd's tail, I raised my other foot over to her chest where her elbows pushed against her breasts. The bitch was jittering with blissful anticipation.

I charged my knees and stomped down.

The bitch barked again with incomprehensible gaiety, only for her cry of joy to be cut short as her frenzied gaze sank in the horrible realisation that I stopped my foot short just a bare inch from her pumping chest.

Lüd let out a series of desperate, ferocious yaps. I had a feeling those sounds were innate and not at all voluntary. They were also very, very loud.

I kicked her snout shut with the heel. I shot my head to the back and listened to the silence. Of all the things I’ve been through today, this was the one that set my heart to a drumming pace.

I waited for a few seconds for a footstep, a knock on the door, or an inquisitive shadow under the stall.

Nothing came to be.

My breaths receded, leaving my lungs in a tattered mess, wrecked by the pointless surge of adrenaline caused by the bitch under my feet.

The adrenaline then began to trickle back into my system.

That bitch.

That fucking bitch under my feet.

I turned back towards the restroom.

From beneath my shoes, Lüd shot a look back at me that was anything but repentant. She let out a wicked giggle as animalistic as her looks.

“You fucking skank,” I had to bite my lips to keep myself from driving my whole foot into the bitch’s face, It was a fair chance that was what she wanted too.

The bitch responded by lifting my shoe and drenching the tip with her slobber using her tongue.

I jammed my foot into her open mouth and slammed the back of her head against the wall. Her button ears flew, smacking against the tiles before dropping over her still gleaming eyes.

I asked her, “You want more?”

The bitch nodded, my shoe still in her mouth, her pupils trembling with depraved hope.

"Pay the rest of my fee, personally, by hand," I drove my foot deeper into the bitch's snout, "Now."

She tried to say something, but all that resulted was more saliva dripping off my shoe.

I flicked the bitch's mouth away from the toe, bringing the foot back down to the floor, "What."

Though slurred and mostly garble, I could make out the coherent words in Lüd's drowning gibberish, "Cand geddup…"

I called her bullshit, but I wasn't in the mood to waste any more time. I raised my other foot, letting go of her tail. In an instant, it resumed wagging with all its might. I traced my eyes from its tip to its base, where it's obscured under the bitch's tight ass and her drenched mess of a cunt. I crouched down to my knees and shot my hand through her cheeks, stuffing my wrist under the gap in between. Fuck me if I'm describing the noise the bitch made. I felt my hand around for a second until my fingers made contact with what felt like a thick, boiling trunk of flesh, rooted just below her spine.

Then I clenched my hand and lifted Lüd from the floor by her tail. The bitch squealed with surprised delight as her body flipped over to the other side. For a moment, her entire weight was hanging off her tail alone. Shaken by my sudden move, it was a solid half-minute until she managed to find her footing on the floor. Even then, I made sure to hold the bitch’s tail up just high enough that she could barely stand on her toes. In the end, Lüd had her hands planted against the wall, back arched downwards with her ass spread open in full view to me. Her small compact cheeks held just enough meat to shield her chocolate star from the shine of the restroom’s light, though from the way the bitch’s tail kept wagging, even under my firm grip, it didn’t have one bit of her concern.

“Shtick innit,” the bitch had her head hanging off her shoulder, panting as she stared onto the floor, “Shtick innit…”

Next to arms was the toilet’s water tank where there sat the pathetic sum of cash the bitch was going to pay me for my troubles.

“Look,” I tugged against the bitch’s tail, “Look to the side.”

Slowly but surely, Lüd drew her head sideways.

I yanked her tail harder again, “The other side, you bitch.”

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Lüd let out a yip and turned her head away from the wall to the water tank with haste.

I pointed to the money with my other hand, “You see that shit?”

Lüd took some time to pant, “Yesh…”

“You see what you’re paying me there?”

The bitch wasted more of my time with her worthless breaths, “Yesh…”

“I’m not taking that shit. You pay me at double my rate, not half. You fuck with me like that again I’ll pull a rusty nail through both your hands,” I didn’t wait for Lüd’s response, though I did feel her hips jolt at the notion of poisonous metal puncturing her palms, “Now get that envelope and pay me right- where’s your fucking purse?”

I dipped my head to the side, peering over the bitch’s shoulder. The chain-link straps were nowhere to be seen. I looked around some more. The purse was sitting where the bitch last laid. The strap had one of its hinges snapped off from the side, leaving a long, metal snake strewn across the floor. I slid my foot beneath the chain-link where its other hinge is still intact and raised it with my toes. The body of the strap began slithering off the tip of my shoes the higher I lifted my leg. Just as the chain-link was about to slip off my shoe with the last of its tail, I grabbed it with a free hand and lunged it over my shoulder. The purse spun upwards, brushing against the ceiling on a circular arc with my grip on the strap as a pivot before slamming down against Lüd’s head with an audible smack. The bitch let out a sharp squeal as the purse fell over her shoulder from its weight and dangled off her shoulders.

I retained my clasp over the chain-link strap, “Grab it.”

The bitch glanced down at her purse, hesitance present in her arms.

With both hands busy, I opted for a low kick at the bitch’s ankles stretched ankles. Another squeal leaked out of her dripping, huffing snout.

“You turned blind? Can’t see? Can’t understand me? You’re retarded now? Is that it? I kicked you in the stomach, not the side of your thick bitch skull,” I whipped the chain-link strap of the purse as I tightened my grip on Lüd’s tail with my other hand, raising her bare ass a fraction of an inch higher from the floor, “Grab that fucking purse, now.”

The bitch raised her head over her shoulder, showing me her pained, grinning face as she dripped both slobber and mucus onto the ground below her, “I can’th… I’ll shlip…”

We stared at one another for a second.

“Alright, fine,” I relinquished my grip on both hands.

The bitch hit an immediate freefall back onto the mess she spilled from her orifices on her sides with a disgusting splash. Landing beside was her ruined purse, the chain-link strap strewn across her body. The sweater dress had lost all its original colour, now stained with a miasma of substances that formed moist, viscid patterns and patches across its fabric. At that point, the sweater dress had ridden so far up her figure that her sizable bosoms were the only thing keeping the hems from reaching over her head, undressing her body entirely.

As expected, her bra was worn in similar fashion to her panties, whereas the latter had an open window, the former had two. Even if I didn’t catch a glimpse, I didn’t have to hazard a wild guess as to where those windows opened up to. It hadn’t lost any bit of its eroticism either; black, lacy, and covering as little of her cup as possible.

I leaned over the bitch’s body and rested my foot over her hips, gradually applying force as I tilted closer, “Can’t slip from here, can you?”

Sure enough, Lüd began reaching for the purse. With slow hands, she undid the clasp and reached into the mouth. As soon as I caught my first glimpse of the brown, paper exterior, I twisted my foot and turned the bitch upright. From her face to her shoulders to her arms to her hands to her tits to her stomach to her waist to her hips to her cunt to her knees to her feet, there was nothing of hers that could be hidden from view; especially her hands where she held the fat envelope containing my rightful payment.

I watched the bitch open the flap and slip two trembling fingers into the envelope. Her eyes made minute glances darting left to right as she counted the money.

After a minute, the bitch handed me a sheaf of notes.

I snatched it from her hand. The edges were damp and a pervasive odour was seeping into my nostrils. Regardless, I thumbed through the papers, counting the money one note at a time. I finished in just seconds. I paused for a moment, then I counted them again. And again. And again.

I turned back towards Lüd and stomped on her chest, driving my toes deep between her breasts. The bitch let out a choking cough as she threw her hands around my ankle and calf. Though her fingers clasped tight onto the fabric of the jumpsuit, she made no effort to pull my foot away.

"I said 'double my rate'," I waved the notes the bitch handed to me above her face as I dug my foot harder into her chest, "This is just my usual rate. Where is my 'double'? Where the fuck is it, whore?"

Lüd didn't need to respond. The answer was evident in her expression alone.

I lost it.

I grabbed onto Lüd’s face, wrapping my fingers across her mouth. Locking her nostrils by the ball of my palm, I yanked the bitch up from the wall by her snout. Her limbs could only flail in fruitless attempts to find ground for a split second before I slammed her chin down onto the floor, her torso pressing against her arms beneath. The most the bitch could make of her voice were desperate wheezes as I kept a firm grip over her nose. Before she could get up I pinned a hard knee over her back, crushing any remaining breaths she had out of her lungs.

I jerked the bitch’s head upwards, straining her neck as it bent from her shoulders, “What did I say? What the fuck did I say?”

What came out of her worthless mouth was more gibberish, “…ill’ mooore…”

I slammed her chin against the floor again before pulling it upwards harder, "This isn't school hall anymore. No teachers, no whistle, no posse, no points, no help, no fouls."

“Jus’ a lil’ har-”

I jammed her head back against the floor again, this time keeping it there, "My money, bitch. My fucking money. You hear me?"

Lüd eked out a sound, “…most thar’…”

I committed more weight to my knee, "I can't hear you."

“Hnnng,” was all the bitch could manage to utter.

I planted more weight down her back, “I can’t fucking hear you.”

Lüd didn’t say any words after that. All that came from her mouth was the sound of a sharp whistle blowing from within her throat.

I raised the bitch’s head, “Speak, you damn skank.”

Then I saw that her eyes began rolling backwards.

My rage gave way to panic.

“Shit,” I let go of the bitch’s mouth and back in an instant, shoving the money into my jumpsuit. I picked up her snout, bringing her chin up. Her tongue was limp dead over her lips. I could see traces of saliva building from the back of her still throat. I cupped my palm and hovered it over her nose. Nothing.

“Oh no, no, no,” I flipped the bitch over to face the ceiling, “Not yet. Not right now, not right now-”

I checked the rest of her body in frantic alarm for any other signs of life. Her expression remained unchanged, Her chest was stagnant. Her arms were slack. I plated a pair of fingers over her neck to check for a pulse as I checked for her hands. One was pinned beneath her back while the other was resting over her open-crotch panties. It was then when I noticed, rolling between her thighs and the wall, were dripping strands of what seemed to be some thick, mucoid substance, forming a trilateral soup of beastkin extract on the corner of the restroom.

The sight garnered some suspicion. I reached towards Lüd’s thighs, brushing my digits against her soft, warm thighs as the odd substance coagulated over my fingertips. I brought my hand over under my nose and took a whiff as I mushed it between my thumbs. My conjectures became temper-inducing confirmations.

An audible, violent intake of breath rose from the canine body before me. My frustrations began surging back into my body. I grabbed onto the collars of the bitch’s sweater dress and sat her up by force, lifting her face to meet mine.

Lüd’s face was that of satisfied fatigue, like an athlete who was finished with her daily drills. Her once drunken expression went back to normal; her gaze was returned of its sanity, while her tongue was back in her mouth with her snout closed shut. She was still a dank, wet mess, but this time there existed a ray of hope for rehabilitation, as opposed to the incurable condition she had sunken into just moments earlier.

“That’s gooood,” she was capable of intelligible speech again, though her voice was still wobbling from all the slurring she made, “Been pent uh’ for weeks.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but the bitch drew a finger over my lips before I could talk.

“Save it,” she drew out her other arm, which had been holding onto the brown envelope the whole time, “I heard ya the first time.”

She flicked open the flap and ran the notes through the thumb. She let her weight hang loose as she counted the money whilst I kept my grip on her collar. It was fine by me. I could watch the bitch if she tries to pull another fast one on me again.

Same as before, thirty seconds, in and out her fingers went. She handed me the money and I unhandled her collar, dropping the bitch onto the floor. I stood back up, weighing the notes in my hand. They felt thicker and heavier, though I still counted through the cash myself, just in case.

Lüd took the time to rearrange her bearing, smoothening her sweater dress and fixing the chain-link strap on her purse. She tidied herself to the best of her abilities, though the dirty bruises beneath her frayed, moist fur, her stained attire, and the general disarray of her appearance weren’t things a few pats with a palm could fix. She leaned against the restroom, purse over her shoulder, the brown envelope still in her hand, waiting for me to finish my count.

The tally took a half minute for me to finalise.

Then I took another half minute to check again.

And another half minute, just in case.

Then I stopped.

I turned back to meet the bitch with clear, transparent intentions on my face.

The air around Lüd’s subsequent reactions was nothing short of euphoric.

I balled my palms into fists, scrunching the money the bitch paid me.

My ‘double’ was short by a quarter.