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Waking up every morning to do some temp job or the tedious everyday grind is not what Hunter ever wanted to do. But what can someone stuck in the lower classes of Anteronia ever hope to accomplish? Life is a tiresome and hum-drum affair, even in a glamorous city like this, with its promises of delights beyond imagination.

So, he resigned himself to just being one of the cogs in the machine, stuck day in and day out to just doing what he was told and exercising some control over the only ones lower than him on the pecking order.

Here, though, at this moment, he was doing something because he wanted to, and that something was two sexy short deer.

He can't remember the last time he was muzzle deep in pussy, lapping up a lady's juices so readily with his rough feline tongue that she can't help but squeal out for him as he delves and wriggles and tastes.

He knows he doesn't remember diving deep into the tight and wanting boypussy, his barbed dick getting balls deep into some dik-dik. Hells, the guy probably moans louder than his wife.

He's no professional porn stud. He's just some guy, no matter what bluster he throws around about his ancestors or his proud heritage. Soon, the combined efforts of the two insatiable guests make him lose it. His cock tenses up, and he fights the urge to pump in harder into the ass that is sucking his cock. He wants to hold back and ride that edge and live in that moment of delight for just a few moments longer.

But he cannot, and he groans, hilting into Lovemore's ass, bulging the deer's tummy.

Under that table, Lovemore fights to hold on, his eyes unfocused, his mouth and cock drooling as his arms and legs shake in the immeasurable delight of feeling of that man juice shooting up deep inside him.

Above him, his wife lies on her arms, forming a pool of spit as she rolls her eyes back.

But both of them are suddenly interrupted when the supervisor falls to his knees and then collapses back, panting, and groaning.

Lovemore is the first to get up, wobbling up and reaching a hand out to his wife from beneath the table.

Lerato grabs his hand and slips off the table, holding her hubby close and pressing her chest against his own.

"What a... ride..." she gasps, licking her lips.

"Indeed, my dear," Lovemore agrees, his smile a little wobbly.

"I think I'm ready to take that cock of yours again."

"Y-yeah? Right here and now?"

She nods, rubbing her hands down his side. "Your dick has a date with my tunnel of love. As for you..." she trails off, looking towards the manager. She lifts a foot up, poking a hoof against his floppy penis, picking it up, and wiggling it between her hooves. "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead." She says, hands on her hips, leaning in on him.

The feline blinks and groans, pushing himself up to his shoulders, not even remembering how he got on the floor. "Huhn... wu-wha?"

"You'd better be ready for another go, great hunter," the Dik-Dik girl says, hands on her hips, smirking down at him. "Or, are you saying you got less energy than a couple of prey animals?"

The caracal grumbles and growls, but the response that both deer catch is the stiffening of his dick underneath her, sliding those hooves up and down, up and down.

"My, my, Lerato, my dear," Lovemore says, massaging her shoulders and leaning in. "I believe your teasing and administration of hoof-based pleasure is affecting him."

"I know what guys like," she says, stroking Lovemore's chin with her gloved fingers. "Just like you love these babies."

Lovemore blushes. "D-dear, not in front of the hook-up."

She chuckles, pulls her foot away from the caracal, and instead walks up to him, spinning around to face her husband and lowering herself down. "So, how was it, taking it up the ass?"

Lovemore rubs his butt, propping his cock up with a hoof. "It was sublime if a bit sore. We may need to see a healer after this if we're going to continue at the carnival today."

"Heh, yeah? Well, let's book an appointment for two, shall we?"

"The fuck you two talkin' abou-oow!"

Without any warning, she drops her butt down, taking the cum-stained cock and letting it slide up into her ass. "Ah, fuck me!" she shouts. "This really is some great cat dick, hubby!"

She flutters her eyes, lowers her head, and licks her lips. "Of course, it isn't my favorite dick."

"Say no more, my dear," Lovemore says, walking up to her. He places his hooves on her shoulders and pushes her back down, collapsing her on top of the cat, who falls against the floor with a thud.

The deer slides his dick up into the tight tunnel, sighing as he feels the embrace of his true love.

Lerato blushes gently, huffing as she rocks between two cocks. "Mmmah... n-nothing like... b... being really... really full."

Lovemore wraps his arms around both partners, thrusting against her, nodding as he buries his face against her shoulder.

"Don't... don't be shy... come on and share me!" Lerato says, petting the caracal's head.

Simply sublime. There's no other way around it. The feeling of being inside a tiny little deer woman's ass as her husband fills her simultaneously--how did this supervisor ever get to this position? Pumping in and out of her, he can feel the other cock moving up and down. His ears twitch at the lewd moans from her throat escape, her head lulling about, her body tensing up from all the thrusting and pumping like mechanical motion going up into her.

He is nothing more than a middle manager.

These two are freaks. Sexy, sexy freaks!

And their fate, he realizes, is still in his hands.