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Taylor's Career is Just Getting Started

By Danath

Characters © Nathan400

Written during Freebies Vol. 89: Just Plain Rude! Edition

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Content Warning: cockvore

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Taylor sighed as she leaned on the counter in the small coffee shop shack. The morning rush was over, traffic slowed considerably, and the red panda considered whether she ought to pull her textbooks out and study a bit more. That would just be inviting customers, though, and so she just let out a bored huff while sagging across the counter. It was a nice day out and she appreciated the bright blue morning sky overhead, but otherwise there wasn't much going on. The small coffee shop didn't have any inside or outside seating - it was designed to catch people in the drive-thru on their way to work down the busy road going past the parking lot of the shopping and entertainment park which generally didn't open until noon. The familiar view of the nearly empty parking lot and, on the other side, the main shopping center, didn't give her much in the way of visual stimulation.

That was despite being visually stimulating herself. Taylor was a red panda with a lush, bright red-brown coat. A dark blue apron wrapped halfway up her enormous bosoms, squeezing them together and pushing them forward between the flat shoulder straps on either side. The apron tucked underneath the two heavy swells and flattened across her smooth, narrow belly. While the pale tan-pink fuzz covering her cleavage was a lighter shade than the darker red-brown on her arms and shoulders, it was just as thick and full. Underneath the apron, Taylor wore a simple pair of stretchy black shorts and a white V-neck shirt that stretched deep and tight from her shoulders. Her ample backside swayed slowly side to side, gently propelled by her wide and full thighs, as she waited for more customers. Above her plump rump, an enormous ringed tail twisted idly. The red panda's tail was as long as she was tall.

Considering Taylor's size, there wasn't much leftover room inside the narrow coffee shack. The galley-style interior was narrow enough that her hips and rump scraped the counter's edges whenever she turned around. There was one long, open side of the shack facing the shopping center, away from the busy road, where she could pass drinks to drive-thrus and the occasional walk-up. There was a single door on the end with a few steps down to the ground, a few cabinets mounted in the upper corners, and that was about it, other than the various coffee making equipment.

Fortunately, the coffee equipment wasn't difficult to use and the shack focused on bulk brews anyways, none of the fancy stuff with steam machines and foam. The dark blue sign on the back of the shack, which faced the road, even advertised the speed above all else: "Get'cher coffee 'n go!" That also meant that after just a few weeks Taylor fully mastered the job and now faced the prospect of working here for the next six months until she graduated and could apply for internships.

The front of the red panda's apron bulged between her upper thighs and she sighed, squirming as the familiar, aching hunger reared its head. Reaching down under the counter, Taylor grasped the front of her pants and tugged, readjusting the lie of her healthy maleness. When fully aroused, she was nearly a foot long, but fortunately she was a few inches short of six feet tall, which meant her hips were mostly hidden behind the counter..

Taylor sighed again, then perked up as she watched a bright blue convertible rev its engine and slide into the drive-thru spot. Her cream-colored muzzle parted and her eyes widened at not just the sleek blue machine, which was no doubt expensive, but at the equally expensive-looking wolf at the wheel. Painted lupine claws grasped the smooth steering wheel, but the arms attached pushed into the sides of heavy, full breasts that spilled over the wolf's biceps above and below. Lower, a significant bulge rested between her slightly spread legs, hidden only by the drape of her slight, silky dress, which, when standing, probably reached no further than mid-thigh. The straps dug into the wolf's short-cut pelt, which was trimmed to just a half-inch or so across her entire body, highlighting the curves of her narrow belly and wide hips even seated as she was in the depths of the plush convertible seat.

Lifting the dark sunglasses from the bridge of her muzzle, the wolf's head tipped back into a big grin.

"Hey, Taylor!"

"Maureen! I barely recognized you!"

The wolf's white fangs flashed in the early morning sun as she put in an order. Maureen graduated a year earlier and landed a SynTech internship - the same one Taylor was trying to get now.

"Hey, so you're still going to apply at SynTech, right?" the wolf asked after getting her coffee. "Listen, here's my number. Gimme a call and maybe I can give you some tips."

"Thanks, Maureen! See you later!"

As the buxom wolf sped off, Taylor wondered when her chest and package grew so big. She'd heard rumors in college of several of the wolf's dates ending fairly rapidly after just a date or two, but surely there wasn't enough willing prey to cause someone like Maureen to grow that large.

Taylor realized she was fully, completely hard under the counter and her balls were aching and rumbling worse than usual with the sort of hunger she knew from experience couldn't be sated with food or drink of the normal variety. She sighed and turned her attention to the books for the rest of her shift, serving only the occasional customer as she tried to wait out the needy ache in her hungry sac.

The next day, Taylor met up with Maureen at a small diner on the SynTech campus. She listened with full concentration as the wolf listed off all the benefits of working for SynTech, though the internship program was really tough and not too many people made it through. Apparently anyone who crashed out was still given a job somewhere, but nothing prestigious, whereas if you got through, you were sure to land an assistant director position at least. The SynTech corporate ladder was really tall, as Maureen put it, so any advantage you get, you put to good use.

The conversation was going really well and Taylor was learning a lot. Absorbed as she was in what Maureen was teaching her about the internship program's details, deadlines, all the information she would need, she didn't see the wolf exchanging glances with their waiter. After the short otter went down the hall into the restroom, Maureen excused herself and Taylor finally got a few bites of her own lunch in - she'd been ignoring it to take notes.

After finishing the sandwich, and with no sign of the wolf, Taylor decided to use the facilities as well. When she swung open the door, her jaw dropped open in shock at the scene in small one-toilet bathroom.

"Woops, thought I'd locked that!" Maureen said, a cheerful smile on her wide muzzle. The wolf's hips shoved upwards, and the ankles and toes of the cute otter waiter disappeared down her stretched, distended wolfcock, squeezing down slowly towards the knot at the base. The wolf's fingers closed around the bulging urethra and clenched around the squirming legs inside, then dragged up and down. "Huff... my bad... this cutie just wanted to have some fun, sorry if I made you... hmmm... oooh... waaaaait!"

The otter's upper torso squeezed lower, past the knot, and the wolf's heavy balls stretched around the wriggling arms and legs inside. She groaned as her swollen red shaft flexed, bouncing off her clothed top. Pre-cum drizzled from the tip to the floor as her huge length draped over somewhat, pulled down by its own weight as she released it.

"So impatient," she groaned. Her tongue flopped over her lips as she leaned back against the sink and rubbed at the wriggling mass of otter inside her churning balls with her foot. Appearing to remember that Taylor was still standing there, she flicked her ears. "You gonna shut the door or what?"

"Oh, sorry!"

Taylor stepped inside, eyes still wide open as she watched the huge wolfnuts squeeze and clench around the wriggling otter. The shaft shrunk down somewhat as Maureen growled and shifted her hips, causing her swollen bulging balls to swing across her knees and thighs.

"Did you need to use it? I'm just about done," Maureen said. "I'll take care of this later."

The wolf casually tucked her erection under her shirt. The tip pushed straight through her cleavage and stretched the buttons by her neck, while lower down, her short skirt draped only a foot or so down her massively swollen sac. Despite the size and weight, she swung it around easily as she maneuvered past the shocked red panda and out of the bathroom. Dazed, Taylor took a few deep breaths and tried to process what she'd seen.

When she left the bathroom, the wolf was gone. There was a note on the table and some money for the check.

"Hate to eat and run but I gotta get back to the office! Talk to you later!"

The manager of the diner was calling the name of the waiter as Taylor walked out, a funny look on her muzzle and a generous bulge in her pants.

So that's what it took to get ahead at SynTech.

Taylor was at work the next day deep into one of her more difficult textbooks when she pulled up. Even before the squirrel's face appeared in the drive-thru window, Taylor just knew that this was going to be one of the problem customers.

Nevertheless, Taylor put on a big smile and made good eye contact with the angry looking squirrel. Despite being short, probably shorter than Taylor, the squirrel's large tail made her seem much bigger, as if she were filling the entire front of the oversized SUV she was driving. She had her phone out and was staring into, talking and saying something that Taylor couldn't hear. One of the squirrel's dainty wrists stretched out, a single finger up and her palm out, motioning for the red panda to be silent even though Taylor hadn't said a word.

"All right, see you later, yes, I'm about to get some coffee. Yeah, I know, I hope it's not terrible. Later! Mwah!"

The squirrel's smile faded immediately as she turned her gaze to the red panda at last.

"Is that your menu?" she asked, pointing at the short list of coffees available.

"Yes, it is!" Taylor said, putting effort into being polite and subservient.

"Why don't you have sugar-free flavorings?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we do have sugar-free fillings - they're right here."

Taylor pointed to the section of the sign by leaning over the window. The squirrel's eyes narrowed.

"Well, your sign is terrible! How was I supposed to know?"

"Yes, ma'am."

It took all of Taylor's willpower not to roll her eyes.

"Let's see... in that case, I will have... hmmm..."

Fortunately, there was no line as it was during a slow part of the morning. Taylor's tail twitched behind her with the agitation of waiting through the squirrel's dilly-dallying.

"I'll have a venti macchiato, half-decaf, half-skim, frothless, with cream and foam," the squirrel said finally, delivering her order with the same tone as a bored general might instruct troops to move around a few tanks. "Oh, and don't make it too hot. I'm in a hurry and I'll need to drink it quickly. Do you have all that? Or do I need to repeat myself?"

Taylor wasn't sure where to start. Nothing the squirrel asked for was on the menu.

"That's not my problem!" she said in response. "I'm the customer, and the customer is always right! If you can't make a simple cup of coffee like I requested, I'll be filing a complaint with your manager! And leaving a review online that this little hut won't soon recover from, let me tell you!"

Taylor closed her eyes for a moment and tried not to say anything she'd regret. The red panda was sure this sort of thing wouldn't happen if she were working at SynTech.

"But I don't even have a cappuccino machine!"

"You should have thought of that before you opened a coffee shop!"

Taylor's ears laid back and, for the first time in her life, she gave in to instinct. The squirrel's phone clattered to the floor of the coffee cart as the red panda stretched over the counter and dragged her through the window. The bushy tail swatted around, brushing back and forth against the panda's wide, half-open muzzle.

"Hey, this is no way to treat a customer!" the squirrel shouted as the panda's fingers shoved her down under her apron. "I demand to speak to your managerrrrmmmfff!"

It was easier than Taylor thought for her half-hard cock to slide around the squirrel's muzzle. She could feel the prey's hot breath in her fat panda pipe, and that made her even more excited. She groaned and thrust forward, working her shaft side to side as it slid further over the squirrel's head, soon encompassing the whole thing. Her small paws tried to shove herself away, but the thick cock wasn't about to let go of its first meal. Taylor's muzzle dropped open all the way as she rocked backwards, shoulders to the wall of the cart. In front of her, she watched as the driverless SUV slowly rolled forward. With no foot on the brake, it had just enough gas to go. The alignment guided it neatly into an empty parking spot, where it halted with the bumper grinding against a cement lamp post base..

The squirrel's tail tickled Taylor's muzzle as she used both paws to shove her shoulders against the flexing tip of her growing arousal. The red panda's apron slung forward, somewhat damping the flicking tail's activity, as she felt the head open and swallow the squirming squirrel's shoulders.

"Oooooh, fuuuuuuuuu-"

"Excuse me, can I get a black coffee, large?"

Taylor's eyes snapped forward and her lips clamped shut. She surged towards the counter, pinning the squirrel's tail and body to the wall between her balls. There was some muffled noises, but otherwise Taylor's hips did the work, shoving forward again and again so that the squirrel was dragged deeper and deeper headfirst into her hungry, heavy balls. They swelled in anticipation of a meal and forced Taylor's knees to spread.

"Yes, here you go," Taylor gasped, turning awkwardly to the side so as not to expose the half-swallowed squirrel below the counter. "Three dollars. Thanks, here's your change."

The transaction was done, but the car barely drove off before another pulled in. A line quickly formed as a flash rush developed out of nowhere.

"Ooooh, this is gonna be a... hffff... long shift," Taylor gasped.

Her thighs kneaded forward against her balls as she felt the squirrel's hips clog up the tip. Her tail lifted behind her as her eyes crossed, and she almost spilled a coffee on at least three of the customers that pulled up over the next half hour. In between serving drinks, she had the odd moment to reach down and feel her bulging shaft or grope at the outline of the squirming squirrel's muzzle in her heavy balls.

It was almost lunchtime, when she could close the shop for an hour to go eat, that the last little bit of squirrel tail disappeared down her thickness. It was pointed down under the counter as she moaned and dug her claws into the edge.

"Hi, can I get three small coffees, sugar and cream in all of them? Thanks."

"Yyyyyyeeeeeeesssssssss!"

Taylor couldn't stop the orgasmic reply as she felt her balls finally pull the squirrel all the way inside. The ecstatically full sensation sent shudders up her spine, and her nearly foot-long pink shaft pulsed against the lower wall, under the counter, causing a flood of seed around her feet as she came.

"Uh... okay? The three coffees?"

Taylor leaned forward, groaning as her heavy breasts spread over the countertop. They felt so warm and full and heavy, just like her wriggling balls and shivering cock. She felt so good, so content, and every little wiggle of the rude squirrel sent bursts of pleasure up her spine she'd never imagined.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Simple coffee order too hard, bitch?"

Taylor's eyes widened. She turned her muzzle and stared at the large-bellied, surly-looking stallion.

"Well, hurry up! Wow, they don't hire good people nowadays, do they. Nobody wants to work anymore."

The panda's tail twitched as her fat, aching arousal thumped against the wall. It was time for seconds.

After the stallion's car crashed gently into the side of a nearby building, Taylor closed the shop's window coverings so she could enjoy her lunch in peace and quiet.

There was a knock at the door of the back, and after it opened, Taylor heard a familiar voice.

"Oh, you're definitely going to do well at SynTech," the wolf said, surveying the red panda's heaving chest, overextended balls, and general mess of the interior of the coffee cart. "Anyways, I was just gonna stop by and invite you to lunch! I know a place with the cutest waiters. I wasn't sure it was your thing, but now..."

"Sure... I could go for dessert."

Taylor grinned up at Maureen as her half-hard panda cock flexed, already bigger and plumper as the stallion kicked and wriggled inside her oversized balls.

"Oh, and also, Taylor, I talked to my boss. If your school approves, you can apply early for the program with my recommendation! Isn't that great?"

Taylor shuddered as she shoved her feet into her overfilled balls and let out a satisfied grunt, then leaned back and basked in the feeling of fullness. Her thick cock was almost back to the normal size, but stopped around 13 inches or so. Up above, the straps of the apron were thrust aside by the growing swells of her chest as her DDs turned to DDDs. She let out a panting moan as her hot, firm nipples shoved against the stretched white cotton of her shirt. A steady flow of thick seed drizzled from her sloshing, wriggling sac as her doubled-up meals contributed quite a lot to her overall thiccness. As she slid a few slender finger along her heavy, throbbing cock, tracking the veins from the base to the tip, she wondered if perhaps her growth hadn't been a bit stunted due to malnutrition. Even more reason to go for that internship early.

"Totally great," she said, a smile spreading over her dark red muzzle. "I have a feeling that I'm gonna do really well there..."

The end