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"Haah... oh man... how is this...? Ummm... shit, I hope this looks good!"

What time is 'late'? Seriously, ask yourself, what time is 'late'? Growing up, your parents may define 'late' as being anywhere from eight o'clock to eleven. And if you come home at, say, twelve, or one, or two? Fucking forget it then; you're a dead man!

But what does 'late' mean to an adult? Is 'late' defined as whatever time that makes you feel sleepy in the morning? But what if you're just a night person, so you always feel sleepy in the morning? Or is time only 'late' when it starts interfering with your job, or classes or whatever? If you had something planned, but you can't make it on time because you were too sleepy, then yes, you'd probably consider that time 'late'.

But what if you're a bat? A species known for being more nocturnal than most? Is 'late' whenever the sun arises? Or is 'late' constant, regardless of if you're nocturnal, diurnal or whatever? Your body needs sleep after all; regardless of what time you get that sleep in.

This is all to say that - whatever you define 'late' as being - right now at this time of night, it was certainly late.

So why oh why oh why was Claire still up?

Claire...

Claire...?

Yes! Claire!

Clarence Deaux Couer D'Lion! Does that name sound familiar? If it doesn't, then it should!

How many months ago now? It must have been... six... maybe seven months ago? Yes, seven months ago! Seven months ago, Mr. D'Lion got the best news he could possibly gain over a phone call; he had been hired by Gold Star Inc. to work within it's offices. After spending months looking for a job after his college, to get one at the illustrious Gold Star Inc. was a dream come true! All he needed to do was show up on time early in the morning.

And so, he took the Red Line clear across Willington to make it to his orientation.

And along the way, he got groped on the train. No, wait, not groped; he got outright fucked on the train. His roommate will never let him live it down. And as shameful as it is to say... he liked_it. He liked it a _looooooot.

Swear! He's not a slut!

Now, okay, fine; he got fucked by some super hung guy on the metro red line to work, and he enjoyed it. No harm, no foul, and everyone really loved the time they had. But that's it, right? Weeeeeeelll... not exactly. Because you see, it just so happens to be that the man who fucked him secretly on that train... was also his new boss, a certain Hector McDonald.

So...yeeeaaaaaaah... that's not strange, is it? Heh!

Is it even stranger to admit to becoming that boss' new boy-toy? On more than one occasion? Or even two? Or even _three?_Like that time in his office? Or that other time in the elevator? Yes, the elevator? That time! Is that bit strange? But, hey, it's not all bad! Being the secret boy-toy of the boss does come with perks, and it wasn't awful in the least bit!

So, remember the stories now? Good! Let us continue!

Look, Claire was a lot of things. He was a young fox, with stormy gray fur, typically messy hair, with matching messy neck fur, and these purple swirls on his body that some would think were tattoos, but typically came with this unique warmth to it. Well... that is if you were one of the lucky few who got to see those purple swirls that is...

Though some would argue that those 'lucky few' should be a 'lucky many'! He'd argue against that but... well... he'd do a flimsy job of it!

Uh... where was I again? Oh yeah; listing off things that Claire was. Well now!

One thing Claire is not is irresponsible. When given a job, he performs that job to the best of his abilities. It was why he got hired in the first place at an entry level... though considering his boss, he wouldn't be surprised if his ass had something to do with it!

Ahem...

When Claire is given a job, he gets that job done, so long as he knows what to do! It doesn't matter how stupid, or how demeaning this job may be, because he really wants to climb up in position at his job, and he actually likes being able to afford rent for his apartment! Besides, when it's your boss giving you these orders, how can you say know when you're as _kinky_as he is?

That's right, you can't.

Which brings us back to that 'late' conversation from before. Because that's what time it was; late o'clock. He could have done this earlier, but his roommate, Linda, had her boyfriend over, and he didn't want to make things awkward. As if it wasn't awkward already...

Claire remembered the conversation he and his boss had before he left work that day. It was surprising, because for as feisty as Hector can and has been with him, the lion has typically kept his distance form Claire when it came to actual work. Sure, they passed by each other in the halls of the office every now and then, but these moments were few and far between. Usually when they met up, it was for something a little steamy.

So imagine Claire's surprise when Hector met up with him outside of their job. The fox was just about ready to take his bus ride home, when his boss suddenly called him. On the outside, their conversation was assumed to be just a quick something between a boss and his subordinate. In reality, it was an order, a command. And it was a simple one at that.

Videotape yourself...

And when given an order from your boss, you never disobey it, right? Especially when making your boss happy, really makes _you_happy! So with that one simple phrase bouncing about within his head, Claire found himself out here near the living room couch. It was sometime past 3 AM, though he wasn't sure if it had turned 5 AM quite yet. Why is it that he took so long to perform his command? Because it took that long for him to muster up enough courage to do it in the first place!

It was dark here in the living room, cool too, with the only light coming from his phone's camera, and whatever other lights could flit through the curtains of their window. Ears twitching, Claire could hear his roommate, Linda, still sleeping. After what her and her boyfriend got through, he surmised she'd be asleep for the rest of the night. And they say he's the kinky one!

As he currently pulls down his night pants to reveal his purple cock, that is.

Claire's done quite a few things in his time, some he wasn't quite ready to share yet, but despite the simplistic nature of recording one's self while masturbating, he found this to be oddly... difficult. He was embarrassed, with cheeks red, tail and ears straight up, while his green eyes constantly darted from left to right in a curious manner. Whenever his apartment made a noise that was even slightly irregular, he froze up and gulped, whilst trying to come up with whatever lie he could tell Linda to defend himself.

But of course, that was just his imagination getting away with him. He was alone; all he needed to do was get a move on, and the rest would come naturally. So he reached out for the mug he usually uses for drinks and such, having placed it upon the living room coffee table. After activating his phone's camera, he leaned it up against his mug, using it as a stand so that his phone's lens could perfectly see_everything_.

And I do mean everything.

Having pulled his pants down fully, Claire had his lower half and cock revealed for all to see. It was a bit chubby, some thrilling energies having flowed into him, but not enough so that his cock was as hard as a rock. Boy was it difficult to keep his whits up, especially when all he could worry about were the negatives. Like... what if his phone gets hacked!?

Okay, maybe that was a bit out there. He was psyching himself out again, which is why it was taking so damn long to get it done in the first place! Just masturbate; easy, right!

He's been doing it for years, recording or not!

Just masturbate... just... masturbate...

Claire shakily reached for his penis, his fingers wrapping around its shaft. Taking in a deep breath, he gave a soft groan as he built up the energies he felt. At first his penis was hesitant, but as the fox closed his eyes, he felt some blood pumping into his member. It didn't prop up immediately, but as thoughts of Hector began infiltrating Claire's mind, he felt the vigor starting to rise.

His eyes reopened, gazing into the gleam of his phone's light as a gasp left his lips. Fuck, he was really doing this, wasn't he? Hector has recorded him while they do something kinky, but he's never recorded himself. It was scary, but in that fear, there was this undeniable excitement. This video would capture forever the act of Claire pleasuring himself.

And despite the nervousness of the situation, the fox just couldn't stop!

"Haaaahhnnn... ooh... sh-shit..." he whimpered to himself, his dick putting on another inch of length as it also gained rigidity.

It started standing up on its own, while the tip began secreting his precum. Looking down again, Claire gave a gasp as some of his nectar tricked upon his fingers, before glancing back to the lens' of his camera. Should he say something? Should he try to tease Hector? He thought about it, but all that came out from his mouth was--

"Haaa...! Hannnn...! Hgggh...! Nmmph! Hhhhfff... haaaah...!"

His loud panting filled the air around him, and his running hand picked up in speed. More and more he stroked his manhood, feeling his balls jiggle as his dick finally reached maximum length. It was respectable. Not the largest, not the smallest, but respectable. Compared to Hector however, it was downright diminutive.

But...

"Haahahhann...!"

Oh... why did that feel good? Comparing himself negatively to Hector? Claire's never really thought of himself as being all that much of a bottom... but when you compare yourself to a lion, you're naturally going to come up short depending on what species you are. And when you're a fox, well... that feeling may be doubled.

"Haaah... fuck... I... hmm..."

His ears twitched, swearing he heard something in his apartment... but he was far too enthralled with his recording to care. Sitting there, thumping his hand upon his length passionately, while letting loose moans audible only to his phone. The cool air suddenly became hot and stuffy, nearly choking him as he continued building his own pleasure.

Why the fuck did it feel so damn _good?_As his trepidation faded away, he became more courageous, more energetic, running his hand along his dick at a greater pace than he'd done before. His knot was inflating, causing his already sensitive dick to balloon, and drawing more moans from his lips as he melted against the couch behind him. This was so dirty, so wrong, so naughty, and yet he couldn't deny the thrill of the situation.

He was recording himself beating off like this, and he was going to give it to his boss for his own viewing pleasure. Shit, even thinking that to himself was enough to--

"Haaah...!"

Make a helpful of pre splatter from the tip of his dick.

Speeds increased, causing a shuffling noise to echo out as his smooth palm stroked along his throbbing shaft. He was getting closer and closer to that blissful high, making him lean back upon the couch behind him as he let out a deep and lustful groan moan. Hector wanted to see everything, right? Well, he was going to get everything.

As Claire felt his limit approaching, he reached out for his phone and picked it up, First the lens danced across his face, reading upon his need and desperate desire. The way his green eyes glowed, the pursed lips followed by lustful gasp, even the way his ears twitched; his camera recorded it all.

But then it pointed down, aiming towards his crotch. His purple length seemed even bigger now than it was before, or perhaps that was because of how fast his hand was as he furiously pumped his cock. He was getting closer and closer! That tinge in his balls, the throb in his cock, the speed of his palm; Clarence was just about ready too--

"Haaaaaghhh!"

Splurrt!

"Aaaahhh!"

Cum.

And boy, did he cum.

A slender bullet of white cum shot up... followed by another... and another... and another... and another... and another! Gasping for breath, Claire panted and groaned audibly as he came all over his hand, with some of his seed even reaching upon the table in front of him, and even the floor and couch beneath him. Aaah... it left him moaning, a pleased smile on his face as his hand fell upon his thigh. Yeah, it was covered in cum, and yeah, it would take a bit to get that seed off his fur, but right now, he just wanted to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm.

But Claire still had enough wherewithal to reach out for his phone, picking it up into his hand as he pointed it towards his face. He wanted Hector to see the joy he felt; the elation in his eyes, the smile on his lips, and the way he calmly breathed. And then he swept the lens down, pointing it towards his purple dick as seed dribbled from its tip. Oh, yes, Hector would love that; he was sure.

And just a bit of icing on the cake...

"Haaah... this is for you," Clarence said as he smiled into the camera.

"This is for who?" a voice replied from over his shoulder, followed by a--

Click!

And the lights came on.

"OH SHIT!?"

"Oh shit? What's-- CLARENCE DEAUX COUER D'LION!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

Bright lights! Sudden bright lights! They blinded Clarence, causing him to tumble over and smack his head against the coffee table. His eyes looked up, his arms were above his head, and his legs were spread as he kicked them upon the couch. He tried moving, but that only caused his suddenly throbbing head to quake more, plus he really couldn't move quickly thanks to this compromising position he was suddenly in. Meaning he had no choice but to watch as a certain blonde woman walked into view, her brown eyes furious as she glared at him.

Linda Styles was everyone's big sister. She was also Clarence's roommate, though since this apartment belonged to her first, he was technically her tenant. She was a young human woman... or, well, _mostly_human, for you see she had the ears of a bunny stretching from her head, and a matching tail to boot. Her hair was long and blonde, her eyes were brown, and she almost always had a casual and cool look on her face. Now, however, she looked several seconds away from blowing a gasket!

Her body clad in a nightgown, Linda stomped up towards Claire with her arms crossed and her brown eyes twitching. And, boy, was her face as furious as it was red! Clarence has seen Linda get angry before, but nothing like this!

And how do you think she felt? She came out here, just to stand before her naked roommate as he dick oozed with cum all over his belly! And making matters worse, he didn't just get cum on himself, he got it on the couch, the floor, and even on the table! Like, fuck, she thought she was a squirter, but apparently, Clarence had her beat in that department!

"CLAIRE, WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?" Linda snapped, causing his ears to bend.

"H-hey! L-Linda! Keep it down!" he groaned, "My ears are more sensitive than yours are!" Grab!"H-huh!?" Pull! "What!?"

"Don't give me that shit!" Linda snapped as she forced Claire upon his feet, "I'm part fucking bunny; my ears are better than yours! Now then..." she made him face the couch, "Clarence... what... the... fuck!?"

"Um... uhhhh... hhhghgh..." his eyes darted around, before sighing and relenting as he looked her in the eyes, "If I said my boss told me to do this... would you forgive me?"

"You're... boss...?" Linda repeated with eyes wide... only to sigh as she remembered, "Hgghgh... you mean that lion who's fucking you?"

"Um... yeah...?"

"For the love of... fuck, Clarence!" his roommate growled, releasing his arm and causing him to fall into the couch again, "It's one thing to be kinky on your own time or in his office, but did you have to get your fucking cum on the couch!? You know whose gotta wash this shit!? Me!"

"I could... wash it if you'd like..." he replied, causing Linda to shake her hands.

"I don't think so..." she muttered, before glancing around, "Besides, what do you mean your boss told you to do it? What, did you sneak him in here or something?"

"N-no... he just asked me to record myself masturbating," the fox replied, not even bothering to try and lie.

"He asked you to fucking... ugh..." Linda palmed her face, "This is getting too much. Ain't this Hector guy or whatever your fucking boss? If he's asking you to do all this kinky shit, then why the fuck are you still living in my apartment? In fact..." she looked at him, "Why'd you even beat your dick off in the living room? Why didn't you do it in your bedroom?"

"Well, uh... heh heh..." he smiled sheepishly, "Cuz... ya'know... Hector kinda likes risky, kinky sex, so... I was trying to emulate that a bit... it's not really dangerous if I jerk off in my bedroom with the door closed."

"You... idiot! You did it with the lights off anyone, so who the fuck's gonna notice the difference!?" Linda replied.

"I uh... um... I... dh... I..."

He tried to come up with some response, some retort, but all that came out of him was random nonsense. It made him groan, then palm his face, before letting his head drop down to stare at the floor beneath him. He not only felt embarrassed of what he'd done, but also ashamed. This was Linda's couch after all; not his. It's one thing to displease her because he did something stupid, but it's something else entirely to upset her.

But!

Claire was nothing if not loyal! If his friend was upset, he'd do everything in his power to make them happy. And right now, Linda was angry, if not outright furious with him! So Claire was going to make things right!

Raising up, he pumped his arm in the air in a near victorious manner, causing his roommate to look at him in a confused manner.

"What the hell are you doing...?" she asked, causing him to step forward.

"I'm going to clean your cushions!"

His announcement was met with complete silence. Seriously, even the air conditioner seemed to suddenly die out. And all Linda could do was look at him even more confused now, while Clarence looked so proud of himself.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Claire?" she asked with her trademark dryness.

"I said I was going to clean your cushions!" he repeated, "You love it so much, your couch I mean, so I'll clean it for you! It'll be like brand new!"

"Hggh... just drop it, Claire! It's not that bad anyway!" Linda stated as she checked over her couch, "It's just a bit of... holy shit..." she looked it around, "Fuck, you really did cum a lot!"

"Yeah, I did!" he said, almost proud in his own strange way, "So I'll be the one to clean it! Listen, Linda, you work tomorrow, right? And what's the first thing you always do when you come home from work? You fall face first into the couch! Well, I don't work tomorrow, so I'll take it upon myself to clean off your couch cushions!"

"And the coffee table?"

"And the coffee table!"

"And the rug!?"

"And the ru-!!! Oh... um... I gotta clean off the rug too?"

"Yes! You do, Clarence!" she snapped... before calming down as a devilish smile appeared on her lips, "Yes... you do..."

"Uhhh... oh shit... you're gonna milk this, aren't you?"

"Heh... you bet your ass I am!" Linda said as he crossed her arms, "And while you're at the laundromat - you do know where the laundromat is, right? Well, while you're there, clean my clothes as well. I'll fold them and leave them on the couch, got it? Make sure the whites go with whites, and the colors with colors!"

"I know that! I clean clothes! Hghg..." he palmed his face, groaning into it, "Maybe I should have recorded myself in my bedroom."

"Fucking duh!"

...

Saturday. Saturday. Saturday. Glorious, glorious Saturday! Just hearing it - just hearing it - is enough to make Clarence smile, then sigh, and then giggle. Why? Because it was one of the days he had off from work. Yes, he was one of the rare, fortunate few, who actually had weekends off from work. Hell, he was just happy that he had two days off back to back. Life is good sometimes.

This_wasn't_ one of those sometimes.

Green eyes opened, followed by a yawn which flowed endlessly from his mouth. Smiling to himself, Clarence remembered that, yes, it is Saturday, so he doesn't need to rush for his closet, then rush for the metro. Instead, he can just close his eyes, turn over, and then go right back to sleep.

Only he couldn't... because today was Saturday. The day he had off, but Linda did not. Meaning that come sometime later today, his roommate was going to return from her job, and in her exhausted slump, throw herself into her couch face first. And if he didn't clean that couch cushion of his cum, and she meets a face full of his dried spunk... yeah, he'd be looking for a new apartment after this.

Assuming Linda didn't just kill him outright.

So Claire pulled up, and gave a groan as he popped the bones in his spine. At this time of day, Linda was usually at work, meaning the time was already ticking for Clarence to get to work. He pouted, whined to himself, even threw a tiny tantrum... because he really did want to just sleep in! But he made a mistake, and he would own up to it, even if it was bothersome. Next time however, he was going to be a little bit quieter when he records himself.

And, ya'know, probably just record himself in his bedroom instead of in the living room.

"Haaaaah... alright," Claire said to no one but himself, "I'm going, I'm going."

Begrudgingly he pulled himself from his bed, grabbed some clothes, and headed straight for the door. One quick shower later, followed by a bowl of cereal, and Clarence was ready to take the day. He had tossed on just some jeans and a sweater, since it was getting cooler outside during these autumn days. Perhaps he should also put on one of his warmer jackets as well...

Ah, but we're getting off topic!

Swiveling over to face the couch, Claire approached it to see that Linda had left out a list of things she wanted him to do. Of course he needed to clean the couch and the rug. Cleaning the table was easy, since all he needed was some bleach and napkins... though he thinks using bleach to get out cum on a table was a bit overkill.

After the table, cushion and rug, he next needed to clean her clothes. Though... he couldn't exactly tell you why he needed to clean these clothes specifically. It's not like Linda laid out a bunch of jeans and shirts that were messy or something; she gave him completely random articles of clothing! This was a nightgown... this was a shirt... panties and bra... uh... really short shorts, honestly, and... what's with the weird smell on--

"She fucked her boyfriend in these clothes, didn't she?" Clarence muttered to himself in flat realization, "Fuck... she got me... dammit!"

Oh well, he was the one who came on the couch, and he did promise to clean it, so... he was going to clean it. Linda had even left out what soaps she wanted him to use. Well, at least he didn't need to buy anything; Linda even left him a bag big enough to fit the cushion within it! Though it was one of those plastic, see-through bags, meaning everyone would be able to see not only the cushion, but the clothes and folded rug as well. Great, as if this wasn't embarrassing enough...

But he had everything, and after tossing on his comfy jean jacket, Clarence was ready to head out for the day. All he needed to do was take the Z6 to... no... actually, he needs to take the R9 to... no... that's not right either. He needs to take the C3 to... or did he take the Yellow Line to... no there is a laundromat there, but that's too far and--

"Dammit!"

Yeah, Claire didn't remember where the nearest laundromat was. He knew where a few were, but they were too far away. You see, Linda and him kinda have an understanding with one another. While he is the one who buys groceries and the like, she is the one who pays for and takes their clothes to the laundromat to get cleaned. If anyone is going to know where the nearest washing machines are, it was her.

Fuck... and he was so damn sure last night that he knew where the laundromat was. He could remember the inside of the place, but not where it was or even what its name is. Great...

But he was getting nowhere just standing at the door like this! So exiting form his apartment, a begrudged and annoyed Claire marched his way downstairs, where he came to the apartment complex's lobby. After waving goodbye to Mrs. Chang, the landlady, Claire exited and pulled out his phone, checking it for the nearest laundromat. He didn't even have enough time to type in 'laund--' when a shadow suddenly loomed behind him.

At first he didn't notice because he was still preoccupied with his phone. But when the shadow began obscuring the sun just slightly, Claire gave an annoyed groan. Just who exactly was it behind him? He didn't get the chance to ask when--

"Couch? Rug? Clothes? Panties?" a deep voice echoed into his ears, causing the fox's eyes to widen, "Either your girlfriend is out for blood, or your _roommate_is."

Clarence gasped.

"Hector...?"

Turning around, the fox faced the powerful and broad chest of an apex predator; a lion. His large, looming body towered over his, like a pillar or a monolith of power. Just seeing this chest, even when covered by a sweater, was enough to make Claire gasp with desire, before sweeping his gaze up.

Hector J. McDonald was many things, but one thing he is not, is slack. Whether you run into him at work, or run into him on the street, he_always_ looked his best. Not 'almost' always, but completely always. Now was no different.

From the gray blazer on his shoulders, to the turtleneck sweater on his chest, down to the gray slacks on his legs, Hector looked out of place in comparison to his surroundings. And with that powerful smile of his that could quell the devil, he offered Claire his hand.

"Good morning, Mr. D'Lion," he said, his powerful voice making the fox's heart race.

"Wh... what? H-Hector?" he muttered in shear astonishment as he stepped back, "Wh-what are you doing here? How did you even find here?"

"I'm your boss, Clarence," he answered, "Remember, I'm the one who's writing your paychecks. If anyone is going to know where you live, it is me."

"Oh... right... hn..." Claire replied, only to rise his eyebrow again as he asked, "Wait, you're the one who's writing my paychecks? I though Mr. Biffle was the one who did that."

"Heh... and who do you think writes Mr. Biffle's paychecks?"

"Huh? Oh... right... u-uh... b-but..." he shook his head, "That doesn't explain why you're here, Hector. Is something wrong; do you need me to come in to work?"

"Of course not, Claire," Hector replied with that disarming smile of his, "I came for you, of course! Saturday is your day off, isn't it? And this is one of the rare few Saturdays that I have off as well. Sooooo..." he raised his hand as he pointed at him, "Have you ever seen my apartment?"

Fuck... that damn, rhetorical question! They both knew the answer to it, and it was obviously a big, fat 'no'! Of course he's never seen Hector's apartment, and dammit, did he want to! His boss asking him that question, was like placing the sweetest of meat for a fish to catch. Claire just wanted to jump up and say--

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"I mean... um... n-no, I haven't seen your apartment, duh...!" Claire said, before prodding his fingers together, "I don't even know where it's at... but... um... uhh... uh... shit!"

Why as this so hard! Oh, he knew why; because his conscience wouldn't allow him to take the bait! He wanted to! Dammit did he want to, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, because of--

"I can't! Hector, I can't!" Claire cried in disappointment and defeat, "I have to... well... you see this, right?" he raised his bag of items, "I have to go and get these things cleaned. Because of what happened last night."

"Heh... you mean with the recording?"

"The recording you told me to make!" Clarence shouted back, before calming down, "Haaah... My roommate wasn't appreciative of the mess I made on her things, so I have to get this stuff cleaned."

"You came on her clothes as well?" Hector asked, causing the fox to turn red in the face.

"N-no, I didn't! She just tossed this inside for extra!" he slumped over, "So... yeah... um... I kinda gotta take this out... you're not disappointed or anything, a-are you?"

Hector cocked his head one way in a quizzical manner, then cocked it the other... before putting on that warm, beaming smile on his. Seeing it instantly caused Claire to melt; that smile could make anyone feel good, no matter what.

"It's okay, Claire, I understand," the lion said as he shook his hand and head, "Go ahead and get these things cleaned. It's important to correct one's mistakes in life, even if its as silly as this."

"Thanks for understanding, Hector! I swear, I'll make it up to you!" the fox said as he hopped up and down.

"Oh, heh... I know you will, Claire... and you will do it soon," Hector replied, his voice growing deeper as it hinted at...something. And being the ever curious fox he is, Clarence just needed to know what that 'something' was.

So he asked...

"S-soon...? What do you mean by that?"

His boss chuckled.

"Well... no one said you had to get these things cleaned alone, did they?"

Damn him. Damn him so much! Damn him all the way to the sexy depths of Hell! Hector knew Claire couldn't just say 'no', he knew it! And as the fox sat there, his mouth agape and eyes wide, he too realized just how trapped he was by the lion's powerful build and sexy smirk.

Shit... it felt good...

So Clarence finally straightened up as the shock of his boss' request finally left him. Then he looked to the distance, while his hand tugged at the straps of his carrying bag. He muttered something to himself, causing Hector to chuckle, and then he looked back at the lion with a shy blush on his face.

"Y-yeah... no one said I had to do it alone... heh... um..."

Maybe he should have had the courage to just tell Hector 'no'... but even if he did, to what end? Whom would that serve? Clarence and his petty ego? It wouldn't even be that great a boon to it. Even if he did say 'no', he'd only be denying himself the fun and the pleasure.

And why would he do that?

Even with this realization in mind, it couldn't stop the trembles of excitement from funneling through Claire as he lifted his phone. As his thumb brushed upon the screen to search for the nearest laundromat, the fox felt his heart rate increase, and even heard himself start to pant. He wasn't looking at Hector, but he could feel the lion's strong gaze upon him, and it sent shivers down his spine. Claire even almost dropped his phone altogether, but he held himself for just a few moments longer.

"King's Laundromat... over there on King's Avenue," he said whilst swallowing his spit, "Haah... th-that's where I'm going."

"Hmm... hmm hmm hmm...! Then lead the way," Hector replied.

Jeeze, he said it as if it would be easy! But Clarence could barely keep his hand on his phone! Fortunately, King's Laundromat was close by; he just needed to keep his whits about him. So the fox started walking off, following his phone's directions while his cheeks turned a heated blush. All the while, Hector continued following behind, that smirk ever present on his lips.

This was the first time they've come in contact with one another outside of work, wasn't it? Well... unless you count that time Hector groped him on the train, but Claire didn't even know who he was yet. As far as he was concerned, their 'relationship' didn't start until his first day of work at Gold Star, and if we're going by that, then their little escapades only happened in the office.

Or in the the elevator... or in the staff closet... or in the delivery bay... or on the rooftop that one time.

The thing is, they've only ever fucked at work, and never anywhere else! So this would be the first time something's happened between them outside the halls of Gold Star Inc. Is that a good thing or a bad thing however? There was a thrill when fucking in their office building, because they could get caught by a colleague. But here, they could get caught by... _anyone!_And that 'anyone', both added to the thrill of being caught, and took away from it.

As in... what's the point if they get caught by someone they don't know? Nothing will come of it. Huh... Clarence was just as quick to scold himself mentally for such thoughts. Who cares if the person who catches them is someone they know or not; getting caught is still bad, you stupid horny fox!

Fortunately for Claire, the time having these conflicting thoughts helped masked the time it took to get to King's Laundromat. Also fortunately, King's Laundromat itself was very close by. Just down this street, then take a left, and then another left, and bingo; right there in this alley was King's Laundromat. Bit of a strange place to put it though; it wasn't on a storefront, it was in this alleyway, sandwiched between two larger buildings, and with a chain link fence at the back. But, yeah, this was the laundromat; seeing it reminded Claire of where they were, and the fact that, yes, he has been here.

Ring-A-Ding!

Stepping inside, and the cool air of the laundromat's air conditioner struck their faces. It was a simple little place; the floor was black and white, the windows showed nothing but the stone walls of the parallel building, the washing machines themselves were set up into rows, all were black, and they only took the laundromat's specialized tokens and nothing else. Would make life a whole lot easier if it took it took debit cards or something, but whatever.

"Hmmm... quaint little place," Hector commented as he gazed around.

"Well I'm sorry we all can't have our own in-home washing room like you, Mr. McDonald," Clarence replied in a snarky manner as he shot his boss a wry grin, "Some of us poorer folk have to rummage it down here," he looked back towards the laundromat, "I'm just happy we have the place to ourselves. Probably not a lot of people washing clothes on Saturday morning."

"Or in your case, washing an entire couch cushion," the lion replied with a smirk, "And a rug as well... and a collection of other clothes," he eyed the see-through bag, "Going by this number of things... I assume your roommate was using these clothes for her own bit of nightly fun."

"Uh... well... maybe," Claire muttered as he pulled out his wallet, "She did have her boyfriend over last night, but I'm not sure if the two of them... well... you know..." he shrugged his shoulders whilst converting his money to tokens, "If they did, then Linda's really quiet, because I didn't hear anything..."

"Linda...? Is that your roommate's name?" Hector asked, to which the fox nodded.

"Yeah... I thought I told you about this already," Claire replied as he walked over towards a washing machine, "She's the one who's been taking care of me since I moved to Willington," sliding a few tokens into the machine, he caused its door to slide open, "I had moved here from Document City after I graduated from college. A lot of places here are expensive, and I was looking for a place to stay online. I got this personal add from Linda, asking for a roommate because her old one moved out or whatever. We spoke online, and before I knew it, I was taking a bus ride up to Willington."

He smiled as he thought about those days. The big party his friends threw for him before he left, the cold and lonely bus ride up to Document, and him meeting his new roommate inside of the apartment's lobby. Linda, for as daunting and as scary as she can be, really is a good person, and a friendly one at that. If she didn't take him in, he'd probably be still living in Document City. And if he was still living in Document City, he wouldn't have gotten a job at Gold Star Inc., meaning he wouldn't have met Hector, meaning he wouldn't be standing here right now.

Pulling that cum-stained couch cushion out of its bag, Claire checked it over as he gave it an affirmative stare. Sure, it was silly that he'd stained the cushion in the way that he did and what he stained it with, but this quest was more than just cleaning up his stupid mistake. No, cleaning Linda's things was his own personal way of repaying the bunnywoman for all the help she's given him, both as his roommate and as his friend.

"Soooo... yeah," Clarence said as he unzipped the cushion's covering to toss it inside the washing machine, "That's why I'm doing what I'm doing," he then tossed in the rug, "Linda works today, and everyday she works, the first thing she does is toss herself into the couch and groan. I doubt she wants to get a face-full of my cum when she does so."

"Hm hm hmm! I see," Hector remarked as he placed his hand upon the fox's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "Linda is really lucky to have a friend like you, Clarence."

"Heh... uh... th-thanks..."

For some reason, that slight praise was enough to make the fox blush, though he didn't say anything about it. Instead he focused on putting his things into washing machines. The cushion covering and the rug was in one, he tossed Linda's more colorful clothing into one washing machine, and then the blacks and whites in another. And after putting in some soaps and detergent, now all they had to do was wait.

And wait...

And_waiiiiiiitttttt..._

It had only just started, and Clarence already remembered why he doesn't wash his clothes. This part where all you do is sit, or stand, or lean nearby, and just wait... ugh... it's dire!_Thank the heavens it was the modern age, because he couldn't imagine sitting around here in, like, the eighties or nineties and having absolutely _nothing to do.

But even with his phone right there, he wasn't alone, was he? Slyly, his green eyes glanced over towards Hector. And Hector? Heh... he was looking back, as a powerful, _devilish_smile laid on his lips. Seeing it caused Claire to swallow his spit, because he knew that look. It had this sway, this control over the fox that made it impossible for him to fight back.

So when Hector took a step towards him, he stiffened up.

"M-M-Mr. McDonald... d-d-do you need something of me?" he asked, already knowing what this would lead to. Even Hector chuckled along with it.

"'Mr. McDonald' is it now? Where did the honorifics come from?" he asked as he came closer. And all Claire could say was--

"Oh no..."

Hector reached out for him, and placed his hand upon Claire's shoulder, causing him to groan. The lion hadn't even done anything, and yet the fox was already starting to buckle at his knees. He opened his mouth to say something, but Hector shook his head, causing him to look down..

"Tell me, Claire... how... _adventurous_are you?" the lion asked, his stirring voice bouncing about within the fox's head.

It also left Claire wondering how he should respond. Should he try and be bashful? Retain some amount of dignity around his boss? What was the point? He knew he'd falter anyway. Besides, it was more fun to admit it in the long run. So as a smirk appeared on his lips, Clarence replied with,

"As adventurous as you _need_me to be."

Hector smiled, and Clarence's heart began racing faster. They were here alone in the laundromat, with nary a person around. From one end of the building to the other, there was nothing but silence, save for the humdrum of the washing machines he was using, as well as the various noises all the other machine's were making.

But that was now. There was very little stopping someone else from just wondering in to clean their clothes with them in here. Hector knew that, and that wouldn't stop him. Nor would it stop Clarence.

The lion said not a word, for you see, he didn't need to say a word; he had this amazing movement of his fingers that spoke better than what words could. Just a point, and a flick, and he told Clarence_everything_ he wanted the fox to know.

Right now, his fingers swiveled around in the air, telling Clarence he wanted him to unbuckle something. Almost excitedly, the fox dropped his hands to his pants, fumbling with it briefly... only to realize he didn't put on a belt today. They weren't at work where belts were mandatory. But you know who was wearing a belt? Hector.

Oh... oh! Oooooooohhh...

Almost excitedly, Clarence looked over his boss' shoulder towards the entrance of the laundromat. They were on the second aisle, and the washing machines were chest high, so if he just sat himself down, then no one would see him.

Oh man, this sent shivers down his spine!

Quickly, the fox grabbed a hold of Hector's pants and dropped to his knees, where he just as swiftly began undoing the lion's belt buckle. He had gotten really good at doing this really quickly, and it showed with how deft and precise his hands were. Before he knew it, he had his boss' pants down to his knees, and his underwear was holding something in. Something...

Big...

But that's not all it had. Wafting from the lion's body, there was this... _sniff... sniff..._oh my, there was this... _snifff snifff sniiiifffff...!_Hmmmnmm...! There was this unmistakable odor coming from Hector's body, one Clarence didn't remember all that well from their previous trysts. He always smelled nice, like this freshly cleaned, oaken scent. Reminded Clarence of forests on the countryside.

But that's not what Hector smelled like now.

He was hot and sweaty, musky too. Not to the point that it was repugnant, but something that was certainly more feral than what Claire was used to on his boss' body. It was like Hector had gone out jogging earlier, and hadn't taken a shower yet. Or - more accurately - the distance between the lion's home and Clarence's was that great. But even if it was, wouldn't Hector take a few buses or trains or whatever to clear the distance?

Unless he purposefully walked or ran or jogged or whatever to get here, just so he could smell like this. And if he did do it on purpose... oh shit...

Claire tried not to smell, but whenever his nostrils flared just to take in some air, he felt this strange power_begin to take its hold over him. He'd never smelled something that was both purposefully odorous, yet _wonderfully so at the same time. Have you smelled Linda after a hard day's work? She's repugnant! Hell, have you smelled Clarence himself after a workout? Even he'll admit to his own funkiness!

But this? This powerful scent? This overwhelming _musk?_Hnnnnh...

It flowed into Claire's nose, making him groan with ever growing, heady desire. He tried pulling away, even clinched his nose... but this never lasted for long before he went back to pulling in that tainted air straight to his brain. Shit, it was enough to make the fox feel hot and sweaty himself, despite the walk here not having been taxing in the least bit.

And Hector? Heh... he just smiled, chuckled too, well aware of what his manly musk was doing to his little boy-toy.

Clarence began pulling down the lion's underwear, revealing his throbbing, big... no... large... no... _grand!_Yes, revealing his grand cock! It hung between his legs, being so red, so bulbous, and with his feline barbs at the tip! But it wasn't at maximum yet. Oh yes, Clarence knows what the maximum for something this amazing is!

So placing his hand upon his thick shaft, the fox began stroking it idly, only for Hector to raise his hand. Looking up, Claire watched as his boss wagged his finger.

"No?" the fox said, taken aback.

"Heh heh heh... no..." Hector confirmed, "Remember what I asked earlier? About how adventurous you are? Heh heh... I'd hardly count a blowjob as being 'adventurous'," he then looked around to the silent laundromat they were in, "Even if it is a place like this."

Claire pouted at his response, wondering just how 'adventurous' they needed to be. This is a laundromat in his neighborhood, so if they were caught, it would be the fox who has to live with it, not him!

Though even he had to admit... after fucking on a metro train, and their other times at the office, doing it in a place like this did feel rather tame in comparison. S-still, Hector shouldn't belittle him about this!

"W-well... what _is_adventurous?" Claire asked, an eyebrow raised as his voice twinge with slight annoyance.

"Heh heh... well then... I'm happy you asked," Hector replied... before turning around.

And exposing his _ass_to Clarence's face.

A relaxed sigh left Hector as he leaned upon the washing machine before him, and a smile adorning his lips. All the while, he taunted Claire by shaking his ass in the fox's face, leaving him dumbfounded. It took him a couple of moments to realize what exactly his boss was hinting at, and it cause his mouth to widen.

"You want me to...?" he muttered, cutting himself off.

"You're a pretty smart young man, Clarence, but you're wrong," Hector replied, "I don't want_you to do anything. Instead, you _will, do it. That's an order..."

"_Gulp..._a-an order...?"

He's never been ordered_to do something. Coerced, yes, asked, of course, but _told?_Hector has never been forceful with Claire, because he's never needed to be; the fox was just naturally weak to his charms like that! But this? Being told that this was an _order

Ooohohohohohhohohohohohohohoooo! It did something to the fox!

He was hesitant at first... but he never actually stopped. Bringing forward his hands, he placed them upon the lion's hips, framing him in place while his eyes took aim towards his ass. Claire could feel shivers ruminate through his body like he was in a tundra. And yet, down at his loins, his body was so hot. His cock was the _hardest_it had been in a long, long time. Fuck, he should have put on more comfortable jeans!

For a few moments though, all Clarence did was explore Hector's body. Was it because he was trying to delay the inevitable? No, that's not it; he's just never been in this position before. The lion has seen his backside and ass many times, but not once has the fox ever seen his. And yet, he was still the bottom, no matter what.

Huh... shit... just admitting that caused his cock to twitch again.

Every inch of Hector's body had _power_infused within it. Why oh why was the lion working some boring desk job, and not cruising around the world in jets or something like that? Hector had both unmistakable charisma, an amazing personality, and the perfect body to match; he was damn-near perfect! He could do anything! But here he was in some back-alley laundromat, with a kinky fox right behind him.

Then again... maybe Clarence was thinking too hard on things. Besides, he had a job to do.

No more beating around the bush; he took his mouth, aimed it with Hector's asshole, and he--

"Mmfff..."

"Hmm... heh heh heh... don't be _too_greedy... heh...!"

There is an art to rimming. Like all sexual acts, its more than just mindlessly flailing one's tongue. You have to explore, have to taunt, have to tease, have to learn. Learn what your partner likes and dislikes, and you have to do it_quickly_. With some lovers, you can wing it; they don't even know what they like yet! Hector was not one of those lovers. He knew what he liked, and Clarence just needed to figure it out.

His tongue first circled around the lion's asshole, swiveling at a tepid speed, which started growing in pace. Around and around and around, he lathered his boss' asshole with spit, leaving it glistening while his taste danced upon his tongue.

Fuck, it was so _musky_down here! It was powerful, overwhelming, and head-rattling! The more of Hector's odor he took in, the more intoxicated Claire seemed to become on his body. It wasn't good enough that he looked amazing, or the fact that he tasted just as good, but did Hector have to _smell_so good too? This damn lion... why was he just the complete package!?

Before Clarence knew it, he was back on his boss' asshole, lashing at his taint with so much vigor and need and desire. He pushed his tongue in as deep as he could go, and then he wiggled it about, lathering his anal walls with his spit and drool and saliva. The ridges, the bumps, the folds; he made sure to learn _every_inch of it with his surprisingly dexterous tongue. And when Claire pulled back, he took in deep breaths, mostly through his nose. And that only caused his heart rate to spike, for with every flair of his nostrils, all he did was take in more of Hector's randy scent.

It was like... Snifff!_Taking in... _snifff sniff snifff! A hit of a drug... sniiifffff!_He was completely unaware of... _sniff sniff sniff! Until now...

Snnniffffff!

"Holy shit," Claire muttered, "I... haaah... I'm... hnmm..."

Ring-A-Ding!

His ears twitched and eyes grew wide. That... was the sound of the laundromat's bell, meaning someone was _inside_with them. And not only was someone with them, that someone...

"Tch... where is he?"

Was_Linda._

She stepped inside, dressed from head to toe in a jean jumpsuit, one with various patches of dirt and dust on it. Her brown eyes were sharp and quizzical, and she already had this no-nonsense look on her face. All while Clarence could only gawk in disbelief; what was Linda doing here? Shouldn't she be at work? And what did she mean by 'where is he'?

...

Unless the 'he' she was talking about was him, and she came here_specifically_ to make sure he was cleaning her stuff! That distrustful little rabbit! Well, he was going to--

Grab...

"Hmm?"

Push!

"Mmfff...!"

Nothing. He was going to do nothing, because Hector suddenly grabbed him by the back of his head, and then forced his face back into his ass. All under Linda's unsuspecting gaze. Well... mostly...

"What was that?" she muttered, drawing her eyes over towards the lion leaning against the washing machines.

"Oh, that was me, apologies," Hector answered, his voice not shaking in the least bit despite having a certain fox tonguing his asshole, "My stomach's just being a little... naughty, is all. Heh."

"I see..." muttered Linda, her ears twitching... only for her brown eyes to gaze past the lion in search of someone, "Dammit... he's not here..."

"And who might this 'he' be?" Hector asked, though with the tone he gave and the smile on his face, it was clear he already had an answer to that.

With a kiss to his asshole, Claire slowed down and poked open an eye, gazing up from the lion's buttocks while his ears listened out for whatever it is Linda was going to say. Instead he heard his roommate give one of her exacerbated sighs as she stepped forward.

"I'm looking for my roommate," she said casually whilst leaning on the washing machine in front of Hector, "He's supposed to be washing our things. I'm on break from work, and I was in the area, so I came to see if he's here but..." she groaned whilst looking around, "I don't see him. He's either still sleeping - which I doubt cuz he's kind of an early fox - or he decided to laze about," eyes closing, she gritted her teeth in annoyance, "But if he thought about shirking on his duties, I'll fucking throttle him when I get home!"

She said that, and yet she had no idea that Clarence was right here with them. The row of washing machines acted like a divider, separating them and blocking her view of anything from Hector's stomach down, especially with the way he was leaning on the washing machine. Linda had no clue that the lion was pants-less, and that her roommate was currently eating out his ass.

And how would she know? Hector made no noises whatsoever, and it's not like Claire could be heard with his mouthful of ass. But that's not to say the lion didn't _feel._Because oh yeah, he did. Clarence was certainly a vigorous and amorous young man, pushing and writhing and squirming that tongue all around his asshole. If Linda was really paying attention, she may have heard a lewd _Pop!_here or there. Guess she didn't have better ears after all.

"Well... I'm sure your roommate is on his way," the lion said with a reassuring smile, "With you there to keep him on track, I highly doubt he'll have the galls to shirk on his duties."

"Tch.. you don't know my roommate," Linda muttered with a dismissive wave of her hand, "For as smart as he can be, he's also somewhat of an airhead."

"Mmfff!?"

"Huh? What was that?"

Okay, maybe that was stupid of him, but could you blame him? Linda was calling him an airhead! And, look, he'll admit to a lot of things, but he definitely wouldn't admit to being an 'airhead'! Most certainly not!

But any attempts to pull away full was instantly squashed by Hector's tail. It suddenly fell upon the back of Claire's head, and just as quickly forced him back into the lion's butt. And as his mouth pressed up to his asshole, and his nose up to his crack, Clarence was given a hit of that taste and smell that was making him go_crraaaaazzzzyyyy...!_

He hugged Hector's waist in close and closed his eyes... and ya'know what? He closed his _ears_as well. He wasn't going to listen to Linda anymore, and just focus on his rimjob.

His renewed vigor did not go unnoticed to Hector, who glanced down with a knowing smirk on his lips. Linda even noticed and shot him a gaze, before pointing and saying,

"Heeeeey... is something going on?" to which Hector shook his head.

"No no... just the washing machines," he muttered as he patted it down before him, "I'm not used to using washing machines that don't belong to me. Huh... the one I have broke down, so I have to come down here in use these."

"Yeah... you don't look all that familiar to me," Linda replied as she gave him an inquisitive look, "I come here often, and I've never seen a lion down here. Hmm..." she then crossed her arms, eyeing Hector up and down, "Though... I gotta say... something about you seems...familiar..."

"Oh? And why's that?" Hector asked.

"Because... uhh..." she raised her hand, "You just--"

"HEY! LINDA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" a voice suddenly came through the windows of the laundromat, "WE GOT A PACKAGE TO PICK UP!!!"

"HEY! COOL YOUR FUCKING JETS, MARK! I'M FUCKING COMING!!!" Linda shouted back whilst turning around, facing the bear on the other side of the windows.

He motioned for the watch on his wrist, while an annoyed Linda shot him back a middle-finger. Getting the memo, the bear - Mark - began walking back for their truck, while the bunnywoman gave an irritated sigh.

"Haaah... well... back to the job for me," Linda muttered as she started walking for the door, "Good talkin' with ya, Mister... uhh...?"

"McDonald. Hector McDonald."

"Yeah... good talking to you Mr. Mc... wait..."

Raising an eyebrow, Linda looked over her shoulder as she opened the door, once again shooting the lion an inquisitive gaze. He looked back, still smiling, still leaning over the washing machine, and even giving her a wave goodbye. And she could only cock her head.

Mr. McDonald? Why did that sound really, really famil--

"LINDAAAAA!"

"I'M FUCKING COMING!!!" she shouted back as she slammed the door with a loud,

WHAM!!!

Clarence may have been focused on his anilingus, but even he couldn't ignore the sound of the door slamming suddenly. So he pulled back, but this time, Hector didn't use his tail to push him. Free to move on his own, the fox slowly brought his head up to the rim of the washing machine, staring over its edge towards the laundromat's entrance.

"Is she... gone...?" Clarence asked, to which Hector nodded.

"I dare say... that roommate of yours is quite the character," the lion remarked.

"Heh heh... tell me about it! She can be really rude but... she is a good friend," Clarence said.

Sure, he was a bit annoyed that she called him an airhead and inferred that he may be a little lazy, but he knew it was coming from a place of frustration. He wouldn't like it if she came and got her vaginal fluids on his bed sheets, would she? Yuck... even thinking about it makes him gag a bit. He didn't mean to stain her things, but he did nonetheless, so he had to make right what he made wrong.

Though...

Now that Linda was gone, Hector casually reached over towards Clarence. Looking down, the fox was taken aback by his boss, who suddenly grabbed his waist and pulled him in. And then it dawned on him that, yes, Linda was indeed gone, meaning...

They were alone again.

Oh yeeeesssssss!

"You seemed a little... natural back there," Hector said as his hand groped upon Claire's hip and waist.

"Heh heh... w-well... you wanted to know if I was adventurous... seems I surprised you with how much 'adventuring' I've done in my past."

"Surprised indeed..." Hector said, before raising his fingers, "But I'm not quite done yet, Clarence. And neither are you."

"I... heh... I'm glad you noticed... um..." he pushed in against his boss, "How do you plan on _satiating_us, then? If you don't mind me asking...?"

"I have a good idea... heh..." Hector pointed down towards his crotch, "Something we _both_will like..."

Chuckling to himself, the fox didn't need to be told where things were going, especially with the lion's gestures telling him what to do. Claire turned, facing the washing machines in front of him, and the windows which showed the outdoors. At this time of day on a Saturday, it's not surprising to see so many people walking back and forth. They had no idea what was going on behind those glass windows... and what was about to happen.

It caused Claire to laugh again as excitement began roaring through every fiber of his being. Turning around, he got on his knees before Hector again, this time aiming the lion's cock with his mouth. It was about to go somewhere, somewhere nice and tight and warm, they just needed to get it ready.

So placing his hand upon Hector's thick and long cock, Claire let out a gasp of desire. Fuck, whenever he saw this thing, he just felt so_weak_. It wasn't just in its size and shape that attracted Clarence, nor was it in its taste, or even its smell. No, it was all of these things that made it so... irresistible.

But it was the _man_who was the best of them all. Clarence had no doubts that if he just slapped this penis on anyone else, it wouldn't be nearly as amazing.

Looking up at Hector's face, Clarence shot him a wry grin as he opened his mouth, and slowly began sinking forward.

"Mmffff..."

Ohhh... both the front and the back? Clarence was on a roll today!

He sucked gently upon Hector's cock at first, letting his spit, tongue and lips cradle such a gifted member. The way it quaked on his jaw made the fox giggle and shiver, before pushing himself down further yet again. Not to say that Claire was idle however, as he used that tongue of his to the fullest. He traced it along Hector's veins, guided it down his shaft, slicked it upon the barbs at the tip, then dipped it into his slit; all of it, over and over and over again.

He was already used to sucking Hector's dick by now, but this time, Clarence did it with more vigor than usual. Placing both hands upon the lion's powerful thighs, he braced himself against his boss, and then began guiding his head back and forth.

"Mmff... mmmf... mmm... mmmfff... mmm... mmfff!"

His muffled moans echoed out against the silent laundromat, drowned out only by the sound of the washing machine behind him. Clarence kept his eyes locked on Hector's face, and the lion did likewise. Whether they be here out in public, or safely locked away within his office, Hector always had a sense of casualness to their antics. They may as well have been in a bedroom with how aloof he was being.

"Mmmffff.... fuaaah!" Pop!"Haaaah... hoooh... you feel bigger than usual," Clarence remarked, before shooting Hector a cocky grin as he stroked his hand upon his lathered dick, "You must have been really looking forward to this!"

"Heh... no more than you," Hector said as he performed a circle motion with his finger.

Oh, a circle motion of the fingers? Claire knows what that means!

Standing up, he quickly glanced over towards the windows, seeing that, yup, nothing was out of the ordinary! So his hands dropped down to his waist, where he began unzipping his pants... only for Hector to move in. His strong chest pressed against the fox's back, while he began loosening his jeans for him. Oh, it was slight, but boy did this feeling cause Clarence's heart to race.

Under Hector's guidance, the fox's jeans grew loose and fell, pooling at his feet and revealing his underwear. Boxers... hah... but no... so the lion tugged them down as well, revealing Claire's gray, furred ass. The fox, so desperate for his touch, shook his hips in a purposefully taunting manner, and didn't stop shaking until Hector placed his hand upon his hip.

"Hmmm... someone's excited," Hector commented as he gripped his cock by the base.

"Heh... how could I not be with you-- THEEERRREEEEE!?!?"

THAT MOTHERFUCKER, HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!

No warning, no building up; the lion did what lions do best, and just_took!_His cock pushed _deep_into Claire, spreading the fox's asshole apart and causing his eyes to widened. Gripping tightly upon the washing machine's edge, he tried bracing himself as best he could, but his legs began raddling like they were made of sticks and jelly.

Shit, he felt tighter than usual! Or he was right, and Hector was bigger than normal! Whatever the case may be, this felt fucking_goooooooooood!_The lion sank the entirety of his cock into his tight asshole, numbing whatever pain he may have been feeling, and making the fox writhe as all of his buttons were pressed, rubbed, and penetrated at once!

And Hector likewise.

A grin appeared on the lion's lips as he pushed his length in and out Claire's ass. The fox felt... tighter_than usual, or more accurately, he was far, far _greedier. The way his asshole clinched around his length, showed this desire to keep him in for as deep and as close as he possibly could. Hector needed to fight just to pull it back... only to push it in mere seconds later. Again and again, and again.

Oh yes!

With one hand on his hip, Hector ground Clarence against his cock. And with his other hand on the washing machine in front of him, he braced himself against its surface. Then he pulled back with those strong, strong hips of his, and he--

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

"HAAAAAAHHHHH! FUCK!"

Clearly, Clarence forgot he was in a public place with how loud he was. In fact, Hector did too! But no... they just _didn't_care.

The sounds they made were as loud as they were numerous. Moans, the slamming of bodies, and all of it was collected within the simple humdrum of the laundromat around them. Fuck, that's all Clarence could hear anyway, as he took that dick inside of him! It felt_soooooooo_ good the way his dick ran along his anal walls; its girth, its heat, its speed and power! It was like having a hot steel rivet pounding into his ass!

Again, and again, and again!

"Gyyaaaaaahhhh! Haaaaah! Sh-shit! I'm... mmmnnnhhh!!!"

Fuck, Clarence couldn't remember a time his cock was so damn hard! The way it throbbed between his legs, standing tall all on its own! Every thrust he endured in his ass, caused his dick to slap and bounce in response, flicking his precum upon the bench and washing machine in front of him. He was really going to make a mess of this place when he finally came!

But Hector didn't let_him cum, did he? At any moment, that lion could abuse his prostate, and set an orgasmic explosion within the fox and his loins. But he_didn't. Lion though he may be, Hector is still a cat at heart, and he so_loved_ to watch his little boy-toy suffer. He was close! With every thrust, he pushed deeper and deeper into the fox's greedy little asshole! But he never touched that prostate, and seemed to go out of his way to avoid it. It was getting to the point that Claire began to whimper, needing that eruption, but incapable of doing it! His mouth even opened as a desperate cry left his lips, but--

Grab!

"H-huh?"Swish!"What? Oof!?"

In a blur, Claire was picked up and turned around. He saw the washing machine, the wall, the ceiling, and then he was dropped right down! Without hesitation nor warning, Hector suddenly had them sitting on the floor, with the lion's back to the washing machine behind them. Confused and still impaled on his cock, Claire's asshole quivered around his boss' thick member, while he stared up.

"Wh--" he said, only to be cut off by a hand to his mouth and the sound of--

Ring-A-Ding!

Someone entering the laundromat.

He felt his blood turn cold and his eyes grow wide, while Hector's hands rested on his shoulders. Keeping the fox close, the two grew deathly silent to listen out for this mysterious third party.

"Good... the laundromat's open."

It sounded like a woman, but Clarence couldn't tell if she was older or younger than him.

"And it looks like no one's here..." the woman continued, while he closed his eyes, "Haah... okay... let me just..."

She couldn't see them? Of course, she couldn't see them! The washing machines perfectly blocked both of them from view. Yes, even Hector for as large as he is, couldn't be seen as he sat on the floor with Clarence in his lap.

Who ever the unsuspecting woman was, she grew silent, but the sound of her footsteps could be heard. Taking in a deep yet quiet breath, Claire wondered what he and Hector should do. Should they try to quickly put on their things? If they were really sneaky, they could get on their pants before this woman noticed. It would suck to cut their tryst so short, but they didn't seem to have a choice.

So Claire reached for his pants.

But Hector grabbed his hips. And it wasn't just _any_grab, it was one of _those_grabs. Eyebrow raised, Clarence looked down towards the lion's hand, and--

PAT!

"Nmmmm...!?"

"Huh? What was that?"

Claire's eyes grew twice as wide, shocked by how brazen Hector was. He even looked over his shoulder towards the lion, where he was met with a cheeky smirk.

"Hec--"PAT!"Nmmmm...!?"

Another thrust, and Clarence saw stars. His body then grew slack, falling into Hector's arms like a pile of wet towels. This fucking lion! He was doing this on purpose! He didn't care if a woman was so close to finding them, he was going to fuck the fox until he was finally satiated!

So...

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

The sound was low and muted, this time beaten out by the humdrum of the machine's around them. But the power behind those thrusts were strong nonetheless! Each one had Claire bouncing up and down, his teeth clinched and his eyes squint, as quakes of pleasure roared through him. Any thoughts of escape were quickly dashed as his wrists were grabbed by Hector, keeping him ground in place while his hips shot up!

And up!

And_up!!!_

"Haaah... this place is strange..." the woman muttered, though Clarence was too far gone to care.

Looking up at the roof, he watched as the ceiling fan spun softly, while his mind turned to mush. With every thrust, Hector pushed deeper and deeper inside of the fox, and finally came dangerously close to pushing that prostate. Nuh-uh-uh! But he still toyed with the fox, still kept him teetering on the edge! The woman was right there, but the lion didn't care!

The woman...

Whoever or whatever she was, she had yet to see or hear them. But they could hear her, walking over towards the token machine where she--

"Wh-what? This place only_takes bills!? How am I supposed to clean this-- hgggmmnn! Fuck!" _Smack!"Aaha!? Shit!"

Just a few feet - just a few feet! That's all that separated them! A few feet and a row of washing machines! If the woman just peaked over the edge, or walked around the corner, she'd see them as clear as day!

But she didn't.

Whoever she was, she didn't have any _physical_cash on her to convert into tokens. So - while grumbling obscenities to herself - she turned around and walked towards the door...

Thwap!

"Hnnnggghh...!?!?!?"

"Hmm?"

Her head turned.

That noise.

That noise?

That noise was the sound of Claire cumming!

Hector did it. After spending so much time taunting and teasing him, Hector did it. He drove back with his hips, shot his cock forward, and absolutely _punched_Claire's prostate. And when that happened... all the fox felt... for a few seconds... was nothing... but complete... and utter...

Euphoria...

And then it came crashing down.

Spluuurrrttt!!!

Thank goodness Hector was there to keep his hand over Claire's mouth, because if he wasn't, the fox had no doubts in his mind that he'd be_howling_Instead, he groaned against the palm of the lion... while his sputtering cock unleashed a torrent of jizz.

Producing a load greater than the one last night, Clarence shot stringy rope of seed after stringy rope of seed all over the floor before him. So pearly white, so hot, and so funky as well! And when he thought that his orgasm was starting to die down, Hector grabbed his length, stroking his cock off just to draw out the fox's orgasm even longer.

But it started dying down... started cooling off... eventually it stopped, and--

Ring-A-Ding!

"Gyaaahahh! Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!"

Hector's hand left his mouth, allowing the fox to breath as loud and as hard as he needed. Fuck, this felt _soooooooo_good. So good in fact, that Clarence was left smiling like a goofy idiot. He didn't give a damn about anything right now, as the blissful high of the post-nut clarity fell upon him.

"Hnnnggm... mmmff... so good," he whispered, until Hector began moving, "Aaaahnn~!?"

The lion's thick cock slid out of his abused asshole, leaving it gaping slightly as Clarence fell off of him. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as Hector peered over the edge of the washing machine to see that... yes, the woman - whoever she was - had left.

But now it was Clarence who didn't give a damn about any of that... and it was Clarence who still had a hunger.

Turning around, the fox locked his eyes upon his target; Hector's throbbing cock. The lion had still yet to climax, had he? Even after the rimming, the blowjob, and the fucking. Heh... he had some powerful stamina! But what Claire lacked in his own vigor, he more than made up for in enthusiasm and desire.

So much desire...

Smiling, the fox moved in and placed his hands upon Hector's thighs. He looked back, eyebrow raised... before gaining a grin that matched Claire's own. It seemed as if for a change, he was the one who would be 'feasted' upon. Well... no need to beat around the bush!

"Nnmph! Mmmmfff!"

Claire quickly sank down upon Hector's member, taking every inch of it at sonic speeds. It had this new taste to it thanks to just being up his own ass, which only made it all the more irresistible. Claire didn't care how slutty this made him look; he was going to suck Hector off until the lion came all over his fucking face!

And the lion?

Heh...

Hector just leaned back, reclining against the washing machine behind him with his arms extended to the sides. He was shaking, he was stirring, and the fox felt this! With a lewd 'Pop!' Claire pulled off of Hector's dick at the right moment. And with it aimed up towards his face, he gently stroke the lion's glorious dick, jerking him off until he finally---

"Nmmph!"

"Haaaaahh!"

Showered Clarence's face with his copious cum.

With balls as big as his, Hector's climaxes were always so powerful. Now was no different, as he completely covered Claire's features with his seed. So thick and gooey; it tracked upon the fox's cheeks, nose, lips, even his eyes, forcing him to close one of them. But as his heated semen laid upon his face, Clarence didn't feel shame nor did he feel disgust. He felt gooooooood.

Very...

Very...

Goooooooooood...

"Haaaaah... holy shit..." Clarence muttered as his eyes closed shut, "I... fuck... I can't believe we did that."

"Heh... I can..." Hector replied with that stirring suaveness to his voice.

Claire gritted his teeth, so close to falling for the lion's bait again... but...

Ding!

That... was the sound of his washing machines having finished their cycles.

"Aah!"

Reaching into his jacket, the fox quickly pulled out napkin, using it to clean his face of Hector's cum. Though the bits that were fortunate enough to land on his lips, he swallowed down. Ah, but can't get too excited again! He still had a job to do!

After scrambling to pull up his pants and underwear, Clarence made himself as respectable looking as he could, before rushing up to the washing machines in front of them. They opened up, revealing a full set of fresh clothes, a rug, and perhaps most important of all, a clean cushion covering.

"Haahh... man... that didn't take long at all," Claire remarked in a sarcastic manner, "It only took all morning."

"Heh... all morning... just to _wash_them," Hector remarked, having already completely redressed himself as if nothing had just happened.

"Uh... what do you mean by _just_washing them?" Claire asked as he gazed at him, to which the lion cheekily pointed into the distance.

"You still have to _dry_them, Clarence."

The fox looked to the back of the store, where side by side were a collection of dryers. Each one was empty, and each one took two tokens to use. Palming his face, Claire groaned into his hand with audible annoyance, all while Hector chuckled.

"Here, Mr. D'Lion... let me help you with this."

"Haaaah... thank you..." Claire replied through gritted teeth.

If it took all morning to just clean these things, then it was going to be even longer to _dry_them. Haaaaah...

Oh well; it could be worse. After all... he had Hector with him.

...

Movers... they just don't get any respect. It's a difficult job, you know! You come up to a place in your van, pick up things in boxes; this one's delicate, so it goes on top. This one, not so much, so it goes on the bottom. Oh, this is some priceless, family heirloom? Okay, we'll keep it safe!

You work for all these people all day long, come rain, sleet or snow. Sometimes, the sun's relentless to the point that you get a tan! Sometimes the air is so cold you're shivering! It could be the crack of dawn, or the dead of night, but it doesn't matter! When people need stuff moved, you do your damn job, and you move it!

But they never so much as say 'thanks' for it. Yeah, sometimes they do, but most of the time? They just yell at you. And because you _really_need this job, you keep your mouth shut, and save those obscenities for your boyfriend when you need to vent.

But after a long days work, all you want... huh... all Linda_wants, is to just come home, face her couch, and _fall.

Oh, yeah, but right; a certain someone had to go and fucking cum on her things, didn't he? The little pervert. If she gets into her home, and she sees that stain on her couch, she was going to fucking choke him until his eyes pop out!

It was seven o'clock when the door to Room 214 opened up, revealing a young blonde woman with brown eyes, and the ears and tail of a bunny. Standing at her doorway, she had an absolutely exhausted expression thanks to her many, _many_hours of work. She not only smelled funky, but she _felt_funky too... if that makes any sense.

But a nice long and hot shower? That would come later. Right now, she needed to relax and unwind. So first things first, she walked up to her couch, and looked down...

Where the scent of _cherries_wafted into her nose. Cherries? Yes, cherries! The very same cherry-scented soaps she used to clean their laundry! Which means...

Yes, her couch cushion! It was _clean!_There was no cum stain in sight! It was completely gone! And the rug too! No cum stain! And the table! _Sniifff!_Ah! It smelled like _bleach!_Glorious bleach! Which means...

"He actually... did it..." Linda muttered, before...

Fwump!

She fell face first into her couch.

Smiling from cheek to cheek, the human-bunny hybrid groaned with joy as she nuzzled close to her mattress. Oh, not only was it cleaned, it felt softer too! Oh! She loved it to bits! She may even take her covers and sleep out here!

Okay, she's not _that_crazy.

"So... how does it feel?" a voice came drifting over, followed by a hand on her shoulder.

Slowly, Linda rolled upon her back, facing the fox who stared upon her. He had this stupid smile on his lips, and seeing it caused her to chuckle before raising her hand to swat his forehead.

"Hey! Get away, Claire! You being so close is gross!" Linda said in a playful manner.

"Really? I could go back to my room," he replied in an equally as playful manner, while his roommate leaned up.

"Hah... I can't believe you actually went and did it," she remarked, making him cock his head.

"And what's that supposed to mean? You told me to do something, and I did it!" he said defensively.

"Yeah... you did," she muttered whilst scratching the back of her head, "Sorry for doubting you, Claire. For a moment, I thought you would've forgotten or just... I don't know..."

"Look, I'm not that forgetful, and I'm damn sure not lazy," he retorted, causing Linda to nod.

"Yeah... heh... thanks for cleaning my things, Clarence," she said whilst smiling up at him, "I really owe ya one..."

"No, if it's anyone here who owes someone something, it's me," he said as he placed his hand on his chest, "Linda, you took me in when I was looking for a job here in Willington. And you not only look after me, but you helped me get acclimated when I moved here. I can't thank you enough."

"Tch... you can try," she replied with a sassy grin... though it didn't last for long, "And thanks too... for putting up with my bitchy attitude all the time. It seems like the only guys who can deal with me are the ones I work with, my boyfriend, and you."

"Heeeeey... is that your way of coming on to me?" Clarence asked in a jokey manner, garnering an annoyed glare from the blonde.

"Ugh! You just had to ruin it, didn't you?" Linda said, though she couldn't help but to chuckle, "But... whatever... I guess we're both a little thankful to have each other as roommates. So... yeah..." she smile from cheek to cheek, "Thanks, Clarence. Just uh..." and then she gave him a deadly look, "The next time your boss tells you to do some kinky shit... keep it in your room, got it?"

"Y-yeah! I got it!" he replied, her death glare causing him to lock up, "P-promise!"

"Yeeeaaaah..."

Standing up from her couch, Linda placed her hands on her hips and gave a few stretches. Pleasurable little pops echoed out as she snapped her joints into place, before relaxing. Looking at Clarence, she approached him softly, causing him to tense up. What was she going to do?

"Come here, you little dumbass..."

"Huh? O-oh..."

That's what she was going to do. _Hug_him. It was a gentle embrace, and it was just with one arm, but it was an embrace nonetheless. And after a few moments, Clarence hugged back, not breaking the embrace until Linda did.

"Alright... I'm gonna take a shower..." she muttered, "Don't worry about getting me anything to eat or whatever; I already ate on the way home."

"You say that, but you'll be hungry again in a couple of hours," Clarence replied with a grin.

Linda chuckled at the statement, but didn't really deny it. Instead she walked down the hall towards the bathroom... only to stop and turn. Facing Claire's bedroom, she eyed it closely. Something... just seemed _weird_about it, like it had this certain _smell_coming through its cracks. She opened her mouth to ask him about it, but...

Eh... fuck it... she was too damn stinky her own self; so what if Clarence had a funky room?

Turning back around, Linda continued walking for the bathroom, and slipped inside. But Clarence continued standing at the hallway corner, gazing at the bathroom door for a few moments. He didn't budge... not until he heard--

Sssssskiiiiiiiiitttccchhh!!!

The sound of the shower running.

"Okay, Hector," Claire said as he opened his bedroom door, "You can come out now."

And he did emerge from within, fully dressed... though the fox's bedroom carried this unmistakable aroma from within.

"I said it before, but it begs repeating. Your roommate is quite the character, Clarence," Hector stated as he stared at the bathroom door.

"Heh... you should be happy you're not living with her," Claire replied as he grabbed his arm, "Now come on, let's get you out of here before Linda finishes showering... though considering how long she likes doing it, we could probably work in another quickly."

"Care to test that?" Hector asked, garnering a glare from Clarence.

"Maybe next time," he said whilst pushing the lion towards the door, "Because of you, I'm gonna have trouble even _sitting_tonight!"

"It's unfortunate you feel that way," Hector said as he exited the apartment, "But if it's any consolation... next Saturday..." he faced Clarence, "Let's try things at _my_place."

"_Y-your_place?" the fox replied, his eyes wide and cheeks red.

Right,his place. Had he not went out to clean Linda's things, Clarence would have seen Hector's home, wouldn't he? Or was this just another taunt from the lion, who just let that thought sit in the fox's mind? Yes? No? Maybe? Like a lot of things surrounding his boss, it was hard to tell.

But Clarence smiled nonetheless.

"Heh... n-next Saturday then."

Next Saturday.

Clarence smiled.