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The alarm clock's buzz woke me with a jolt at half past 5, making my fur stand on end. Davey snored on for another minute so I put a large paw in the middle of his naked chest and shoved him awake, not particularly gently.

"Alright, kiddo, let's get to it. We have to be there in 20 minutes."

He growled groggily.

The first day of training was very long, but it went well. I had to admit, although Davey didn't seem able to even tie his shoes, he really knew the material. He answered questions, explained things clearly, and managed to put the trainees at ease with his bad jokes and goofy grin.

I always take the 10 trainees out to dinner on the night of the first day, as part of the expenses of sales training. So after a dinner at the nearby steakhouse, with food and drink paid for by the company, everyone in attendance seemed pretty friendly. And I had gotten pretty tipsy, too. One by one the trainees were excusing themselves and heading back to their rooms to sleep it off.

I was about to head up to the hotel room myself when Davey and two of the other trainees turned to me. "Hey!" said one of them, a badger. "Your tiger says you're going to take us to a karaoke bar tonight. We hear it's a target rich environment!"

I rolled my eyes. Who the fuck says 'target rich environment'. Some of these creatures were real hillbillies. I was about to say no, but Davey gave me a heart-melting smile, so I just sighed and nodded.

"Alright, let's go then. It's right across the street."

The bar was as I remembered it from last year: small and dim, but with some comfortable low couches arranged around tables, all facing a small dance floor that had become a stage for tonight's karaoke. As we walked in a young, relatively attractive female fox in a green dress was up on the stage, singing a popular rock song.

I watched as Davey stared at her for a moment, obviously ignoring the people around him. I punched him in the arm. "Hey! Get us a table." He turned to me with a startled look followed immediately by a sheepish, apologetic grin. He made for the couches while I went to the bar.

I ordered 4 cocktails and sat down, flopping on the couch next to the trainees. Davey was talking excitedly about something to the badger trainee, but I couldn't hear what he was saying over the music.

The drinks arrived, and were slurped down in an alarmingly short time. The lioness waitressing our table gave me an eyebrows-raised look, and I nodded. More drinks arrived soon after. The trainees both got up and went to talk to a female cheetah at the bar; apparently they were planning some sort of coordinated attack.

This left Davey, who was looking at something over my shoulder. I turned to see that he was eyeing the fox in the green dress, who was now standing at a tall table with two other female foxes.

"Go talk to her!" I said, loud enough to be heard over the din of the place. He looked back at me.

"And say what?" The worried face had returned.

"I don't know. She was a good singer, tell her that. Ask her to sing a duet with you."

"Hey that's not a bad line!" he said with a smile, and got up from the couch. "I'll let you know how it goes."

Soon enough they were on the stage together, ruining another popular rock song. Davey sang with gusto, his golden eyes closing at high notes as he clutched the microphone in both paws. His biceps flexed unavoidably as he held it up to his muzzle. She was a far better singer, but wasn't very audible over Davey's enthusiastic wailing. But though he was not good, he didn't care, and I found myself thinking that he looked pretty cute up there.

After some more songs, more cocktails, and an unclear amount of time, Davey and the fox female were nestled together on the couch opposite me, his arm around her. Talking seemed impossible in the loud bar, so it quickly gave way to kissing, and then more kissing. I was too drunk to pretend not to watch them.

But Davey's enthusiasm apparently also applied to making out; I could tell from the expression on her face that she didn't like how hard he was pressing his large pink tongue into her muzzle. Eventually she gently pulled his paws off her thin frame, made her excuses, and got up from the couch. She headed for the bathroom.

I watched with growing pity as he waited nervously for her on the couch. His smile had turned to the blank expression, and then to the worried face. After twenty minutes she had not come back, and was also nowhere to be seen in the bar. Her girlfriends were also gone, and the place was emptying out.

"C'mon, kiddo, let's call it a night." I got up from the couch, extending my paw to help him up. He took it dejectedly and I hauled him to his feet. He stood up too fast and lumbered into me, forcing me to take a quick step back and grab him with both arms just to keep from being knocked over. This forced me to notice again that he was quite a big cat; he probably outweighed me by a bit, even though I myself was pretty big for a wolf.

I held him like that for a couple of seconds while he caught his balance, and then he slung a thick arm over my shoulder.

"Easy, there," I growled gently. "Looks like it's bedtime."

Somehow we made it all the way up the stairs and were on the home stretch toward the hotel room door, arms slung clumsily over each other, when Davey suddenly said:

"Man, I really thought she liked me. I can't get anything right."

I opened the door and levered him into the room. He tumbled in, his bulky form falling against the wall and leaning there. I padded through the entrance, a bit more steadily than Davey, and closed the door.

"Well," I replied, "she might have stayed longer if you hadn't covered her in cat spit." He looked stricken, and I was immediately sorry I'd made the comment. I can be a mean dog when I'm drunk.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he growled angrily, his fur standing up. Before I could react, he pushed himself off the wall and took a step toward me. His large forearm muscles flexed, extending sharp white claws. He looked like he really meant to take a swipe at me, but he lost his balance and fell roughly into me instead. I tried to keep on my feet but he was a solid tiger; the most I could manage was to drunkenly stumble back against the opposite wall as I fell.

I ended up half under him on the floor of the hotel room next to the bed, pushing him off of me as he flailed. Finally I shoved him to my right, and he flopped onto his back on the floor next to me, panting.

"Look, I'm sorry," I began. "I didn't mean---"

"No," Davey sighed. "You're probably right. I always strike out with the ladies. I wish I was better looking." He stared up at the ceiling, looking dejected. I turned toward him, rolling onto my side and holding my head up with an elbow. My muzzle was now just a few inches from his. I could feel his whiskers brushing my cheek. The heavy smell of his musky breath filled my nose.

"Trust me," I chuckled, "you don't need to be any better looking." He raised an eyebrow, but smiled. "You just didn't notice how she was responding to you. You can't be all tongue and paws. You have to pay attention to what she's doing. Ease into it."

Davey rolled his eyes. "Ugh, I don't need a lecture from a graymuzzle. Anyway what do you know about kissing? None of those female foxes gave you a second look, I noticed."

I scowled and pushed my right paw into the middle of his chest, holding him down as I leaned over him. He tried to resist, but he couldn't move with my heavy paw pressing on him.

"I know a lot about kissing," I snapped, "but I'm not interested in foxes." And that’s when I buried my muzzle hard into his, kissing him deeply. Davey froze, eyes wide, as the tip of my tongue brushed his large fangs. I ignored his astonishment and moved to one lip, taking it gently between my sharp teeth and pulling it very lightly for a moment before pulling back.

"Well don't just lie there, only bad kissers do that," I said, and kissed him again. This time he responded, letting his enthusiasm take hold, and kissed me back. He put his hand on the back of my head, pressing our faces together, his mouth open wide. I forced him down onto the floor with my weight and pulled back again.

"No, see, that's what I mean," I explained. "Not so much tongue, and don't open your mouth so wide. That's what she didn't like. Instead, do the same thing I'm doing. Be gentle." I kissed him again and this time felt his lips part under mine just a bit, letting my large, soft tongue slide across his. I felt his hand move down to my back, and he held me more gently as we made out on the floor.

"Good," I growled softly, taking my weight off of him. His eyes had closed. I brushed my fingers over his chin as we kissed, sliding a paw down his neck and feeling his thick, muscular chest. God I had been wanting to do that all day. I felt the curve of his rounded pecs, and followed them down to his firm abdominal muscles as they flexed underneath me.

"Wow, you are good at that," he purred softly. I grinned and swung my leg over him. Now I was straddling him with both my large forepaws planted on his chest, pushing him down with my full weight.

"Thanks," I said. "I'm an experienced trainer." He smiled and I kissed him again. As my tongue touched his I started to unbutton his shirt, and he reached for my paw to stop me. But I caught his paw in mine as he reached; he resisted for a moment but then let me press his wrist slowly but firmly back onto the floor. I held him there while I finished unbuttoning his shirt with my other paw. I could feel my cock, which was already hard, getting even harder with anticipation as I held him down, unbuttoning him.

Then I rolled off of him so that I could get a better look at his now exposed torso. His brightly striped fur glowed softly in the dim light of the room's lamp. I watched his tufted, bulky chest as it rose and fell as he breathed. Davey lay stunned for a moment, but then began to stir.

"I don't think we should..." he began, looking at me, starting to get up. I stood up faster, and held out a forepaw for him to take. He didn't take it, though, determined to stand up on his own. But almost as soon as he was on his hind paws he lost his balance. As he fell again, I deflected his bulk to the side so that this time he landed on the bed instead of the floor.

"It's okay," I whispered, flopping next to him and kissing his lips again. He responded feebly, but still kissed me back and even put a paw gently behind my head again.

He seemed to like this!

I ran two fingers over his exposed stomach, feeling each muscle pulse under my fingertips. He seemed to relax as we kissed, and I slid my paw further down his stomach, feeling the soft trail of fur on his abdomen and following it under his belt.

Davey gasped as he realized where my paw was going, but I kissed him harder. My fingers slid into his underwear and found his sheath, from which his cherry red cock head was already emerging. And as I wrapped my fingers around him, I could feel him getting harder, filling my paw, despite his protests.

"Stop," he breathed, unconvincingly.

"Really?" I said, and gave his cock a gentle stroke. (He was rock-hard now.) He let out a little moan and went limp, his arms falling to the bed. I pumped his cock again and he moaned again, letting me jerk him off.

I lay next to him, propped on one elbow, rhythmically stroking him as he lay on the bed. I watched his big yellow eyes close and his muzzle open, breathing in time to each little shock of sensation that I was sending through him.

I paused to remove his belt, unbutton his pants, and get him free of his underwear. He looked up at me for a moment, and I fixed him with a level gaze as I gently pulled out his cock. It was easily 8 inches long, and quite thick. He looked a bit confused, and maybe a little bit resigned. It seemed like he was about to say something, but I brushed the fur of my forearm over his now bare, hard cock again and he just sighed and laid back.

I lay next to him for some time, stroking his thick cock a little faster, and a little bit more firmly. His panting was becoming shallower and faster, too, and soon I could see from his tensing abdomen and arching back that he was getting close.

The tip of his cock oozed pre-cum as I jerked him off, and I let it wet my fur and slide over his cock head. Almost as soon as he felt my now-slick fingers sliding around his thick cock, he moaned even louder. I pumped faster, gripping his swelling cock in my wet paw.

Then Davey arched his back, grabbed two fistfuls of the bedspread, and came with a gasp, hard.

A thick white stream of cum shot out of his red cock, splashing all the way up to his neck fur. I kept milking the cum out of him, feeling his cock pulse in my grasp. Splash after splash of it jetted out of him, landing on his stomach and pooling there on the fur over his muscles as they flexed with his orgasm.

He kept on cumming for what seemed like forever. I kept sending little aftershocks through him with my fist, watching his body spasm each time I stroked him. Finally he was finished and we just lay there, his dick soaked and softening in my paw. After a few more minutes his breathing leveled out, and I could tell he was asleep.

Tired and horny, I lay on my back next to Davey and unbuttoned my own shirt and pants. The zipper was already stretched to bursting with my even larger cock behind it, which had been hard from the moment I had touched him. I pulled it out and began jerking myself off, the feel of Davey's lips burning in my memory. I was so wound up that I came pretty quickly, splattering my chest and making a bit of a mess on Davey's bedspread.

Then I lay there, panting.

I woke up in my own bed when the alarm went off the next morning. Davey was already awake, looking fresh and ready for another day of training. With a pang I realized what we had done, but he was innocently bustling around the room, whistling, acting like nothing had happened at all. Just two company animals working together. What could be more normal than that! Maybe he had been too drunk to remember?

"How did you sleep?" he asked cheerfully.

"Very well, thanks," I said, smiling.

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