Matte Junction

Written by Septia.

“Uh huh. Yeah, what bud? Thought I'd laid that out just a moment ago, did not realise it was such a distraction to speak with me, sweetie.” Tam mused into the phone with a snicker following as , her contact – the same prawn she’d met before – barely held back a reprimand. She flipped through the notes and provided the calling card for another of the clients, the syndicate database all stored safely in her mind and notes, after the previous benefactor had… Left the picture, suddenly and, quite suspiciously. Tam smiled, still in shock that it was so satisfying to make them squirm. -Ghfnnwf- A rustle from the other room. Tam clasped over the smothered phone. And waited in the dark… until she could hear her brother snoring once more. The syndicate's times may match up with her own, though she still had to be weary, she didn't live alone as she had once.
“Oh? Do not concern yourself with that, I can assure you I am just, fine, fancy, and hot…” She said with her teeth clasping at the last 't'.
“Ye yeah… could you sto-,” the voice on the other end sighed. “Just need tha locations of a few more.”
“Of course you do,” Tam said, then paused, “You know all of this will be be smoother once we have set up the 'coop'.”
“… The what?”
Tam grinned. “You know, the coop. The harbour has a ton of loading facilities, man, and all around are buildings in moderate disrepair. It would be a singe to claim one for a-, have a place where all your little…,” she mumbled, then savoured the word, “Chickens… can roost~” The voice on the other end remained silent.
“I bet that's why your boss was scouting around the pier. Do you not think so too, babe?”
“Wrrgm…” the vice grumbled, “we'll be in contact for that later.”
“And, and I will be so bored waiting for you to call me back again.”
“Cram it- ju-. hgs… Yeah you are not gonna stop, are ya?”
“I would enjoy it if you tired~”
“Yeah yeah… I'll get used to it…”
Tam paused, it wasn't quite the reaction she had inferred.
“You've been doing well, the lads have been on it more since we got ya directions. We're not the kinda gang that won't recognise when someone's proving themselves an asset.”
Tam listened, mouth shrinking in excitement.
“So I expect ya keep at it.”
“Would not wanna disappoint my number one, babe.”
“And, as a lil incentive,” he continued with a strained voice, “I've got your first payment incoming. They'll be by soon.”
Tam's excitement spread through their backbones, there was still time to get, intimate, tonight, and she didn't even have’t put any work into-… They said… they would come by, soon… to… her place, her apartment. “Hey… do you even know where-.”
“Stay on top of it,” came before they hung up.
Tam slumped back in the couch, teeth gritted. “Idiot…” she hissed at herself. As if she needed more incentive to stay on the syndicate's goods side. If they really knew where she lived, then maybe it would be best to-.
-Kngk- Fdmmgn- -Dngkt- There came a knock at the door. Tam breathed in, and calmed themselves. Speaking of incentives.
She unlocked the door, and swung it in to get a good peek at who was outside. The smooth, pearly white coat gleamed in the moonlight, long, fuzzy ears twitched as the bun peered up towards her where It wasn't swatched in dark tan hide…
“T-Tam?” they asked.
Tam let their eyes gaze down the curvature of the bun, short, though bulbous, right where she preferred it. Seemed their clothing was straining against the outfit, and her ass screamed of fecundity.
“Comt-tssk tssk tsk… “ Tam sucked on her lip, a sweet bun like you ought to keep her fur in check.”
“H-huh?”
“On nights like these, there could be a lot of, mm, raunchy beasts out there, who wouldn't hesitate pouncing on a cute little snack, such as yourself…” Tam mused with baggy eyes and a decadent smile. “Lucky for you, seems you've scampered to the right place,” Tam said and opened her door fully, revealing herself clad in not but jet-black shorts, underwear clasped tight to her chocolate skin. I will make sure to warm up a cozy rabbit hole for you to tuck into…~” she smirked.
The bunny's cheeks flushed a fair pink, quivering on the spot. “I-I'm Ism n-no… I,” the bun mumbled as she produced a folder from her satchel. “I'm j-just he-here w-with a s-selection f-for y-you to browse.” she said, bowing profusely as she held out the thin folder. “B-beg y-your p-parderon e-ever so m-much miss.”
“Oh,” Tam hummed, leaning against the doorframe and snatching the folder. Interest devoid of the courier. Tam's eyebrows raised. As she looked through pages of pictures, black and white, low quality, with the printing number still left in the corner. But each one, of a different girl in half-body shot… “Anyone of these?”
“U-uah y-yeha, w-we'll be back t-tomorrow if y-y-ou need sometime to make a decision.”
Tam scoffed, then cupped the bun's chin, bring them in a cent away from their face. “See that you do, hot bun, just come back in the morning, I'll be sure to get my fill, one way or another~” -Smmmchch- She said, punctuated with a smooch that clasped over the bun's whole nose, snugly wrapping an arm around their back, tugging them towards the threshold…
“Mfmwfmpsfha,” the bun squirmed and detached from the embrace. “T-thanks f-ttwhiw b-be back t-ttosmorrow.” She said and scampered off. From the complex, down the stair sin quite a hurry.
Tam smacked their lips. “Hmm, bit too sweet. But, scared enough, and I would be, she goes well with the salt of her own fright~” Tam sighed into the night. She felt on top of the world again. And tomorrow, she'd get herself the potent estrogen boost of her picking. This Tygla fast, Tam wouldn't go hungry.”

~ 1 ~

Perhaps she should have expected this. The night had gone so well, that the morning had to compensate for it in one way or another. Tam dismissed the thought as she wiped up the milk from the table, and slowly wrung the wipe out into a tall glass jug. Stores wouldn't stock up for a good few weeks. She stopped, and peered towards the door. Sure was silent… Tam sighed. She put Met's porridge in the fridge, just in case… maybe…
-Kngnd- -Gnnddnrf- -Dmdmwnt- A knock at the door… of course, he wouldn't be gone for long. It was clear that this was some, emotions bubbling over from them losing the bakery.
“Coming,” Tam called out in a soft tone.
“Take ya… t-t-take ya time.”
That, wasn't Met's voice… Tam slapped her forehead. Of course. The choice. She'd been browsing for hours, but in the end, settled on one particular busty cutie from the folder. The one marked by a four on the printed corner. With fluffy hair, a prickly freckled face, and sporting a pair of lumbering gazonkas~. Yeah, this was just what she needed to take her mind off things.
“Oh, don't have no intention to keep you waiting,” she said, snatching the folder and opening the door,”
“So, when could you see them arrivi-.”
Tam's eyes were absorbed in the gravitational pull of the wide dufflebag… she had seen it before… once. The one time she'd been trapped within it, snatched off the street, pickled like cargo, and almost perished.
“Hey, sugah.”
Tam shrugged back, it couldn't. It couldn't. Her knees bent under her own weight. She had dreaded this, researched, avoided any parts of town they would have visited… they… the beast. The one that caught them off guard, that one that saw through her, the one, who had almost…
“You don't look much fun. But maybe the second time around, ya'll actually amount to something… already look to be struggling more like last time. So, let’s just get this over with, ok?”
Tam stumbled, hyperventilating, drills jostling as she shook her head. She wanted to call out, scream for Met, for anyone… but… tears were welling up as the beast loomed closer.
“A-… are you. Are you ok?”
“H-… huh?” Tam mumbled, the voice had changed. Opening her eyes. She saw the bunny from yesterday.
“I was… wondering if you were struggling, you didn't seem this broken up yesterday. Have you made y-your choice?”
Tam blinked, staring wide eyed. It was just the bunny, with a duffle-bag. It wasn't… how did she… She shook her head, and shuffled while standing, brushing off her arms. “Right, yeah, I'll, yeah I've just had, a morning.”
“I… see.”
Tam frowned, and shoved the folder in the bun's arms. “The first one in the folder. 2nd or 3rd are fine too.”
“O-oh alright, s-sorry if I did something b-bad, I am still new to th-this whole business and I-.”
“Bye,” Tam shoved them out and shut the door in their face. Standing with their back to it, until she heard the footsteps fade.
“Mghahaaaaaphhahaa… fhaha…” Tam shuddered to her core, slumped back against the door, collapsing in a pile by the threshold. Mulling over the fact she had just been scared witless by a… shoulder bag… at least… seeing she was alone… there was no one to notice when she felt the emotions well up, and unwittingly spilled the remaining milk.