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Goku was trembling, his chest was getting tight, and his forehead was beading over with sweat, but he wasn't dying.

He just felt like he might, if the bag of cheese that he was holding managed to tear apart in his paws.

"Y-you...you don't do three strikes? So I'm already gonna get fired over this?"

The warning was already given from his new boss, Zack, that three strikes wasn't the kind of policy the bar adhered to. All of his talk earlier about it being a relaxed place to work seemed to be little more than banter, now that Goku's job was hanging in the balance as delicately as the bag of food product that he was trying to replace.

Zack, in all of his arrogance and an utter lack of manners, was still hovering over Goku instead of offering to help him with the bag. "I didn't say you were getting fired, numb nuts. I said that we don't do three strikes. Every offense gets a swift, fair punishment, and then you're back down to even again."

"So...h-how do you get fired here?" Goku asked, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders just slightly.

"You tell someone about what your punishment was."

"...I don't follow."

Zack snickered and clenched his open claws into a fist again for just a moment, before he swiped out and slashed deep treads into the bag. Cheese gushed out and ran down Goku's leg, and the moment the greasy substance fell under his shoes, he slipped and fell onto his back, into the cooling mess that was left behind before.

More of the fresh mess spilled over the counter and completely soaked through Goku's shirt and ran down into the loose fitting waist of his jeans, leaving him to squirm in discomfort as the substance dripped and flooded over his sheath and flooded his nethers. "Some old drunk might own this place, but I'm the manager, and that means I'm the boss. People like to fuck around, but when they do it on my watch, they've gotta pay for it, and I tailor make my punishments so that they're unique for every employee. No one gets the same treatment twice."

"Oh, what the f-" Goku started to protest, before he'd fallen to the floor with a thick WHUMP, followed only by the sound of excess, liquid cheese being squelched out from under his back. He wanted to lash out at his new boss, but just moving made him uncomfortable as he rolled around in the mess, and he was paralyzed by a different reaction, as the feeling of the warm, gooey mess spilling over the soft, covered orbs of his sack left him sporting a problem that he just couldn't explain. "So you spill a giant bag of cheese on me?! That's a huge waste of money! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Zack rolled his eyes. "Such indignant behavior," he replied coldly, as he stood over the fallen fox and stepped down squarely on the crotch of his jeans. Extra mess squirted up through the waist of his jeans and settled upon his tummy as the doberman glared down at him and swiveled his footpaw back and forth, making the mess squelch and squish around in every crevice that it could find. "We don't have nearly enough time to get into everything that's wrong with me, Goku. I think we should focus on what's wrong with you."

The doberman put on an act that made him appear to be nothing more than a typical, muscle-bound thug at a partying college, but his intelligence appeared that much more dangerous as his toes wrapped around the growing length of cock that extended out from Goku's sheath. Flat on his back, the bright, pinkish-red tip slipped up through the waist of his jeans and stood stark against the soft, creamy color of his fur, and though Zack easily could have honed on it and teased it, he only let his toes spread over it.

"I...I don't..."

" Shut up. You're the one who went and made a giant mess of the kitchen, so now, I've got to stay late and clean up this fucking catastrophe...but I'll be damned if I'm not going to enjoy it."

Goku gulped down a ball of nerves as he continued looking up at Zack. His ears folded back to his head as the doberman grabbed the mostly empty bag of cheese and held it over Goku's face, allowing the slow, trickling stream of excess to spill over his muzzle and right between his eyes, soaking the fox in even more of a mess and making sure that anyone who saw him that evening would know exactly what he did.

"So you got a soft spot for this kinda stuff, hm?" Zack asked, as the trickle went from a slow, steady stream to little more than the occasional drop. "A hard-on for cheese...or maybe you're just into the idea of a big, burly canine throwing you down on the floor. Either way, seems like you got what you wanted out of signing up for this job, didn't you?"

Trying to shake his head in protest, but being too timid to accomplish it, Goku shook in place and winced his eyes shut until the last of the cheese was finally emptied from the bag. "That's not...I m-mean, it's not like that!" Goku tried to protest, but his lips parted in a quiet, desperate moan as he felt rough pawtips sliding against the underside of his growing cock, aided by the very thing that he hated.

He didn't want to admit it, but the terrible mess made an excellent lubricant, and though it wasn't usually his policy, Zack was providing Goku with a kind of pleasure that the fox wasn't truly familiar with.

"You've been avoiding this thing like the damned plague since the moment you signed on, Goku. Don't think I didn't notice," Zack pointed out. He tossed the empty bag aside, leaving it for the fox to clean up later, before he reached down with a large, powerful paw and tore his claws into Goku's shirt, ripping away large chunks of the fabric and letting the cheese soak into Goku's fur. "Dunno why it's getting to you this way, but if you're so into it, you're gonna wear it, pal."

There would be plenty of time for Goku to tell Zack about how wrong he was, assuming that he was allowed to keep his job after all was said and done.

Given the way that Zack was grinning as he took Goku by the shoulder and began turning him over, his job was safe, at least for the evening.

"I c-could tell someone, y'know," Goku made what was an idle threat, at best. His voice was still stammering as he made it, and he offered little resistance to Zack turning his body over onto his stomach, though he didn't believe that he could overpower the muscular canine.

He could have easily guessed what was coming next, as he felt a firm, powerful yank at the seat of his jeans. " Hmph. Sure. You're totally gonna tell someone about how you got a boner because I spilled cheese on you," Zack dismissed the thought immediately, and even redirected the subject, as he found Goku's lower half to be fully saturated with the mess.

There was a brief moment of comfort for Goku, who was finally rid of his soaked, messy jeans, but his fur was still riddled with the liquid cheese, and it was starting to set just a little bit as Zack swatted down upon his bare backside with a thick, open palm. The coating did nothing to soften the blow, and ears perked at the SMACK, just in time to be hit with a few extra drops of the mess; Zack was quick to flick it off of his pawtips.

"Ahnn! G-gods...are you t-this rough with all of your new hires?" Goku asked, looking back over his shoulder with just a hint of a sultry glaze in his eyes. His body was adjusting to the lust of the situation faster than his mind was, but Zack's advances couldn't be mistaken.

If not for having to close down the bar that evening, Zack would have happily drawn the act out further. In their limited window, however, he took great care to strip away his shirt and his jeans to avoid getting any mess on them...but beyond that, all bets were off, and he even went so far as to coat his cock in the spilled mess, figuring that it would work just fine as a lubricant.

Goku was just starting to get up off of the floor when Zack knelt down behind him and forced both paws into Goku's lower back, pinning him flat again and pressing the thick, heavy flesh of his boner up to his own stomach. A decidedly, delightfully canine member was sitting on Goku's rump and gliding under the long, soft and soaked fluff of his tail as Zack moved into position, and the tapered tip sat comfortably against Goku's tailhole as the doberman reached forward with a paw.

"For starters, you're being a bit too loud. Don't want to get us caught," Zack suggested, as he closed a cheese-covered paw around Goku's muzzle, forcing him to suck in the scent of the substance. "Second...no. I just had a rough day this morning, and I needed a target..."

Widening his eyes as it became a struggle to breath, Goku tried not to gag on the cheese as it covered the front of his muzzle. He moaned aloud into the open palm as Zack finally pressed his way inside, and the very tip of his member spread the mess to a place it should never have been, as it acted as lubrication to stuff his impressive, canine cock into Goku's ass.

In almost every conceivable way, he was coated in the mess, and now it was literally inside of him as Zack began humping away at the poor fox, giving him a truly canine treatment.

How about a warm up, first? Fuck! Goku groaned in the back of his mind. Zack was thick, and without much preparation, the poor fox could only whimper into his makeshift gag and grip the floor mats as Zack pounded into him mercilessly. The act was beyond disrespectful anymore, as Zack allowed small drops of his drool to spill on Goku's upper back, and even his stylish Mohawk was smeared over with the cooling cheese as Zack spread the mess around.

Goku thought it might be for his own good to stay silent about just how much he was loving the treatment, and how glad he was to have a new job lined up in a place where such treatments might be a repeat occurrence.

"Gonna have to f-finish quick," Zack murmured. The doberman knew that there were thirsty customers waiting for drinks, and it was bad for business if he didn't keep the alcohol flowing.

That meant doing something he hated, as his hips became a blur. Goku's ass was already sore from the deep, thick penetration, but Zack's groin slamming up against the soft, curved flesh only made things worse, until he was crying out against Zack's palm, casting out a powerful cry of delight, even if the sound was muffled.

A grunt of frustration was all that Zack could offer, as the first spray of his cum coated Goku's insides. His tailhole was leaking seed within seconds, but knowing that there wasn't time for a tie, Zack immediately pulled back and gripped his own knot as his member fired upon Goku's lower back, adding just a little bit more to the terrible mess that was already there. "Nnngh... y-you...lucky little shit..." he mumbled through gritted teeth as long, thin ropes of ejaculate sprayed as far as the back of Goku's neck.

It was jarring for the moment to end so suddenly, and Zack did little more than rub himself down with paper towels as he began the struggle of stuffing his heavy, knotted cock back into his jeans.

"S-so," Goku panted quietly, falling just short of reaching his own orgasm, " That was a punishment?"

"Would have been a lot worse if we didn't have customers, dipshit," Zack reminded him. His eyes narrowed on the cheese covered mess of a fox as he pulled his shirt back over his own head and adjusted his collar. "And just for that sass...when I lock those doors tonight, you're not going home."

Perhaps overconfident, Goku trembled with quiet delight as he tried to stand. "Gonna finish the job then?"

"No. You'd like that a bit too much, I'd wager. You're gonna wait."

Zack offered no further explanation as Goku's wry grin turned sour. He could overhear the doberman explaining that the 'stupid new guy' made a giant mess in the kitchen, accounting for the delay, and leaving Goku too ashamed to make his way out of the kitchen, just yet.

The reality of the mess set in, as his member began to retract into his sheath.

"...Wait. I still have to clean all of this?!"