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Isabella groaned as she looked at her phone's clock, she was running so late for her job. The vixen had been hired to do graphic design for a new client, and she was hoping to meet them in-person. She looked outside at the bus, and she growled, she was going to be late, and Isabella prided herself on her punctuality.

"Fuck this! I can walk faster than this!" The vixen cursed as she yanked the pull cord next to her and at the next stop, she hurriedly grabbed all of her things and rushed off the bus. She then took off at a full sprint towards her meeting destination, a place called 'Coffee Ship', a local café where she and her client decided to meet. She rushed past several animals trying to get several blocks to where she was to meet her client. Her feet were swift as they looked, and she managed to make it in record time. Straightening out her skirt and her shirt, she stepped inside the nautical-themed café and looked for her client. This wouldn't be too hard, the place was pretty empty today. A few scant animals were sitting around, drinking their drinks and typing away on their laptops. But other than that, it was damn near a ghost town of a café.

"Good morning, can I help you?" A ram who was standing at the counter asked, he was broadly built, with white fur and a blonde Mohawk that was shaved down. He wore a wide inviting smile on his face and was wearing a red apron across his broad frame. He looked straight out of a modeling brochure.

"Um... I'm here to meet someone. You haven't seen an animal named Matao, have you?" Isabella asked, as she took a moment to catch her breath. The ram nodded and spoke up again.

"Yep, um...he's me." The ram said, the smile not leaving his face. Isabella let out a sigh of relief. She walked up to the counter and extended her hand towards the ram.

"I'm Isabella, I'm the graphic designer you hired." Isabella stated. The ram was hesitant at first, but he took her hand and shook it with enthusiasm. His grip was stronger than Isabella was used to. Then again, the ram looked yoked, he had biceps that were the size of his head and a chest as broad as a road was wide, he was broad for the description that Isabella could give; a big boy. Though he looked friendly enough, she had no

"I'm Matao, but you know that already," Matao said as he smiled again. He sure did that a lot. He seemed friendly enough, so she went straight to business.

"Well, Matao, I'm here to work with the whole graphic design deal," Isabella said as she motioned for Mato to find a seat, the pirate-themed café was empty, which was odd for this time of the day, it was still morning and many animals would be lining up to the place, but it was like she noted before a damn ghost town, "So what do you want or need?" Isabella asked as she pulled out her phone, and opened her notepad app.

"Well, the place is kinda... empty." Matao said, motioning to the empty café. Isabella looked at the ram and raised an eyebrow.

"You know that's not what I do right?" Isabella wondered if the ram had called her for the wrong thing. She wasn't a business consultant, she was a graphics designer and also did some other things, but her main job was graphics design, and Matao nodded, speaking up again.

"I know, I've got someone working on that, but I'm changing the theme around here to something less piratety." He said, his smile never left his face.

"Okay, so what are you going for?" Isabella asked as she listened to Matao talk, he began to list off the things he wanted with his new logo. He wanted something more modern since he was taking the café from its pirate theme which it had when he bought the place to something else. She took in all his ideas and began to drum up ideas in her head about how to best change things for the ram.

"Alright, anything else?" Isabella asked as she put down a few more notes on her phone. Matao thought for a moment and shook his head and Isabella nodded as she got up. She shook the Rams' hand, and she also decided to parous some of his food on offer, to get a better idea about how to make the logo for the restaurant. She decided to try out some of his premium coffee and have a homemade blueberry chocolate scone. She'd never had anything like that, so she enjoyed the taste. The chocolate and blueberry blended into each other, creating a nice crescendo of flavors. It seemed the ram was looking intently to gauge what she thought.

She gave him a thumbs up, and she continued eating. She then took a sip of the coffee, and it was pretty good. She wasn't usually one for coffee, but she wanted to give Matao's brew a fair shake. She enjoyed the meal and after thanking Matao and paying (which he refused at first, but after Isabella insisted, he allowed her to pay at half price), after saying her goodbyes, she looked at her notes and smiled. She had some idea how to make the logo for Matao. She would visit the store, talk to him and taste more of his wares and talk to him, trying to gauge what he wanted. She could do a lot of this via email, but she liked to be personable with her clients, talk to them. This was part of why she charged what she did, not that she overcharged or anything, but her personality and willingness to be in person seemed to gain her a bit of a reputation.

From that, she started to get to know Matao a bit more. He was a pretty fascinating ram. He was best described as thick-headed in mind, but gentle in soul. When she would talk to him, he'd think long and hard to find words, but seemed to make them count. Today she was showing him a few of the works in progress she had for a few designs for a new logo for his café.

"So, are you happy with the designs I've given you so far?" Isabella asked as she showed Matao via her laptop. He inspected the designs intently, looking at and judging what he liked and didn't like. For a few moments she watched him look at the designs and then he spoke up.

"I like these three." He said, pointing to three logo designs she made. Nodding, she noted that on her phone and then asked him a few more questions. With the rest of her questions done, Isabella was about to call it a day when Matao had asked her a question.

"Hey, I plan on hitting the club tonight. Do you wanna come with me?" Matao asked. Isabella thought for a moment and agreed, not really having anything to do today. It was Friday, and she would have just sat in, watched Netflix and gone to sleep. The club they were going to be one she'd seen before; it was new, and she remembered reading about it online. Once they were inside, Isabella got a good look at the place, which was filled with music blaring, and the other animals were dancing and drinking, enjoying the Friday nightlife.

"My friend runs this place; it's pretty cool, huh?" Matao said with a goofy smile on his face. Isabella had grown rather fond of the ram in the time she'd spent talking to him, he was endearing in his own goofy and himbo way. The two of them soon found a good place to sit, and ordered some drinks. The club had their own mixed drinks to try out, and Isabella went with a drink called a Sapphire Sparkler and Matao with a Mango Tango Martini. Isabella sipped her drink and listened to the music as Matao did the same.

"I've been here a few times since this place opened," Mato said, taking another sip of his drink. He'd downed his drink quickly, which was a sight to behold. He then went and got another drink, just as Isabella was finishing her own.

"Well, it's definitely a cool place." Isabella said over the music, as the two continued to talk and drink, their inhibitions began to ebb away, and soon the two decided that it was a good idea to dance together. The two of them took to the dance floor. As they danced, the two began to get a bit more... racy with their dancing, with Isabella facing away from Matao as she swayed her hips against him, and Matao didn't seem to mind as he moved against her. As she danced, she thought she felt what she initially thought was his belt buckle, then she remembered the pants Matao was wearing didn't need a belt, the hard thing she felt was his cock and this made her grow warm and wet down below. When the song ended, the two found a nearby booth to sit in. Isabella waited until Matao sat down before she straddled his lap. This surprised the ram for a second, but he took it in stride.

"Isabella, you, okay?" Matao asked. Isabella rocked her hips against Matao and the ram let out a light groan as her panty-covered cunt rocked against his erection still covered by pants. She was wearing a skirt, and it let her feel near every contour of his member through the thin fabric of her panties.

"I felt you when we were dancing," the vixen moaned out as she moved her hips against him. Matao groaned again as she continued to rub against him, "I don't mind, though." Isabella said as she rocked against him again and again.

"W-we can't do that here," Matao groaned out. Isabella looked disappointed, but she knew he was right, "My apartment isn't too far." He said, finishing the last of their drinks, and headed to Matao's apartment. As they reached his door, the ram picked up the vixen and pressed her against the door, their lips crashing together and their tongues swirling around each other and the two soon parted, and he opened the door, carrying Isabella into his apartment. The fox managed to get out of his grip, and she kicked the door closed and got to her knees. She then pulled his pants down; she felt her breath hitch as she looked at the massive equine cock that was tenting through his boxer briefs. She then pulled them down and his cock was freed from the air, it twitched and throbbed, and then she saw his balls. They were big, and they barely fit in her hands as she held them in her hand, they were weighty and filled to the brim with seed, probably.

"Good lord." Isabella moaned as she took the orbs into her mouth and she heard Matao moan as she sucked and played with his balls, kissing and sucking at them as her tongue swirled around his testis. She heard Matao moan and groan as she continued to suck his balls, she then moved on to stroke his cock as she sucked at his balls. She loved hearing him moan with each movement of her tongue, pulling her mouth from his balls. Isabella then moved to kissing his shaft, leaving little bright red lipstick marks down his shaft until she reached the tip of his cock, kissing the flat head of his member as she played with his cock and balls, licking and kissing up and down his shaft.

"F-fuck, I-I'm gonna cum." Matao moaned as his cock twitched and throbbed, his release coming soon, very soon. Isabella grinned as she continued to play with Matao's member, and then with a groan the ram came hard, coating Isabella's body with his seed. It was so warm and thick that she wondered if she would be able to get it out of her coat. Looking up to Matao, who was breathing heavily as his eyes were closed in pleasure.

"Good, good, though I'm not done yet," Isabella said as she pulled off her skirt, revealing her plain green panties, "I think it's time for you to give me some love too." Isabella said lust dripped through her voice, probably more so than the lust dripping from her pussy, the crotch of her panties was soaked to the brim with her lust. Matao smiled as he picked Isabella up by the waist, holding her against a nearby wall. Those muscles weren't just for show, since he kept her up without much effort. He moved her panties aside and plunged his snout into her cunt without waiting. His tongue entered her deep and long, playing with her insides as he kissed her outer lips. He played and plunged his tongue into her cunt, keeping her aloft as he played with her again and again.

"F-fuck!" Isabella moaned as Matao played with her cunt, sucking at her clit and making her moan again and again, playing with her cunt as Matao continued to fuck her with his mouth, lapping up her juices as he ate her out. Isabella moaned again and again as Matao's tongue played with the inside of her cunt, Isabella could feel herself getting closer and closer to release, her toes were curling with each lick as she got close to cumming.

"YES!" Isabella moaned as she came hard, her juices flowing into Matao's mouth as he drank them hungrily. Finally, with the high of her orgasm leaving, she collapsed beneath Matao's arms. The ram carried her carefully and put her on his nearby couch.

"You, okay?" Matao asked. Isabella nodded as she took a moment to gain her composure, "You can use my shower if you want, I'll get you a night shirt I have." Mato said. Isabella nodded as she got up from the coach and headed to the bathroom where Mato pointed out. Taking off her clothes, she turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the dry seed that now matted her fur. She'd probably have to throw away those clothes if she couldn't get the cum stains out. As she washed her body and her fur, she sighed, she wondered what this would mean for her and Mato's relationship going forward. He was still her client, but she didn't make a habit of sleeping with any of her clients. But something about Matao drew her to him. Getting the last of the ram seed out of her fur, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearby drier and began to air dry her fur.

"I have a change of clothes for you," Matao said from the other side of the door. She opened it and grabbed the clothes from Matao and looked at them, a pair of boxers and a t-shirt six sizes too big for her: perfect. After drying herself, Isabella stepped out to see Matao waiting.

"Do...you wanna talk about what happened?" Matao asked. Isabella shook her head.

"Let's get some sleep, that's a problem for tomorrow us." Isabella said as she went to the couch. Matao had given her a spare blanket and pillow, and she wished him goodnight. She'll deal with this tomorrow.