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Summer Time Fun

Part 1 - Beating Off Boredom

by MinoasT

This story is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to resemble any person, place, or thing

that is living or dead. It contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between consenting males,

females, hermaphrodites, and/or some combination of all three. If this offends you or is just not

you cup of tea, please consider yourself warned. Copyright resides with me, the author, and

distribution of this work must be approved by the author. Please and Thanks!

Please note that this is a mini-series and is the 4th installment in my ongoing 'Growing Up In Oak City' series.

"I'm bored," whined a tan-furred doe with long blonde hair while leaning her seventeen

year old arms on the counter of the Swaggering Moose Cafe. Seemingly oblivious to the three

customers staring down her sweeping neckline. "Always work, work, work."

"For the check, check, check," countered seven foot tall black furred bovine while

making drink orders. Without turning his long black hair head, Kyle continued, "Besides, Fran,

aren't you supposed to be ringing orders up and getting people's stuff out of the case?"

"You're not the boss of me!" Fran huffed as she went over to the display case. "Here you

are sir. That'll be seven-fifty!"

"Thanks, miss," smiled the forty-something man.

Kyle watched the raccoon go out the door and look back in at Fran while walking in front

of the cafe. A few minutes later, with their midmorning rush of four customers gone and the

equipment quickly wiped down, Kyle went around and sat on the customer side of the counter

while Fran hopped up onto the counter from the employee side.

"I just can't believe that Johnny of mine would be so insensitive," Fran whined while

swinging her legs. "All that dog wants is for me to suck his cock, lick his balls, and spread my

legs."

As she talked, Kyle felt the boredom of the slow morning settle back down on him. His

less than four hours of sleep and having to help open made him feel sleepy. As he leaned his

squarish muzzle into his hands, he noticed that the doe would slowly swing those cheerleader

legs farther and farther apart. Normally he didn't care, but today Fran had worn an extremely

short skirt. He nodded the occasional agreement to the still chattering Fran and watched her skirt

slowly creep higher and higher up her thighs.

"Can you imagine if you had a boyfriend that only wanted you to do the same thing over

and over again?" Fran said with a deep sigh. "I mean, Dean is sweet and all, but I know how

freaky those shy and silent types are."

"He has his boring and routine days, Fran," Kyle countered. Immediately he smiled as

memories of his and Dean's long night good-bye floated to the surface. Barely started in this

boyfriend phase of their long friendship and here Dean was being dragged away by his mother for

a month to visit her dying mother. How eager Dean had been to feel every inch of his body. The

way their horns would lock together when their bodies were intertwined. Most of their sex last

night and for the last three weeks had been boring and routine. The most imaginative and daring

had been on the night of the blackout. "Have you ever sat on Johnny's lap while he was

driving?"

"No," Fran answered absently then swung herself around to stare at him wide-eyed and

legs spread open. "Nooo! He didn't?"

"During the blackout last month," Kyle smiled as his head was nearly on the counter. He

lifted his head a bit and turned to Fran. "Hello!"

Kyle found himself staring between Fran's wide spread legs. She wasn't wearing any

panties under her skirt. What caught his eye was the silver ring that poked out of the her slit.

"Do you like it?" Fran smiled and spread her legs wider. With a finger, she reached down

and flicked the piercing. "I got it for Johnny. Today is the first day I'll be able to have sex. You

can't imagine how long two weeks without any sex feels."

"I...don't know what to say," Kyle said as he stood up.

"I'm gonna get my nipples pierced next," Fran said cheerfully now that she was talking

about herself. "That way I can go without a bra and show them off to everyone through all my

tight, tight shirts. I'm so excited."

Kyle chuckled as Fran stuck her chest out and wiggle her shoulders. It was her favorite

move to make sure everyone was looking at her and specifically her large breasts. Of course

when Kyle compared Fran's breasts to his mom's, his mom won hands down. Maybe that should

be nipples erect.

"Do you want squeeze them?" Fran gripped a breast in each of her hands and pointed

them at him. "Johnny loves to squeeze and pinch them. He even can get them so worked up that

they'll squirt milk out. Kinda kinky, doncha think?"

"No offense, Fran, but every time you try to get me to feel you up," Kyle said as he

restocked cups for the third time that morning, "Johnny is lurking out front watching you. I'd

really rather not have him attack me out back some night when I'm leaving."

"I'd put my money on you, bullboy," Fran said with a wave of a hand at him. "He's a

bigger wuss than you claim to be. So come on, give'em a squeeze. If I sit right here with my

back to the street, ain't no one gonna know what your doing to me."

"I still think it's a bad..." Kyle started but was interrupted by Fran.

"Baawk! Baawk!" Fran imitated a chicken. "If I was Dean, you'd be down sucking dick

in nothing flat. Hey! There ya go! Iffin you play with my titties, I'll get down and swallow that

cock of yours."

"And what makes you think you'd be able to even get it into your mouth?" Kyle felt the

need to taunt Fran.

"Oh, please!" Fran exclaimed while reaching down to stick two fingers from both hands

into her pussy and pulling herself open. "I can swallow down anything you can stick in here."

"That's not getting me hard," Kyle said with an exaggerated look of disgust.

"Oh, please!" Fran laughed. "Susie Collins told me all about how you've got a third leg

hidden away down there always eager to spread her wide enough to take an elephant. She

claimed your cock was so big that she could slide two fingers all the way inside. So am I gonna

get my tit squeezies?"

"Oh fine," Kyle sighed as another person walked past the cafe without even looking

inside. "If it'll shut you the hell up."

"That's the spirit," Fran said cheerfully as Kyle stepped up to between her wide spread

legs. He groaned as Fran pulled up her shirt to reveal she was braless. "To give you more

wiggling room, big guy."

With a look of being forced to do it, Kyle gently gripped each of Fran's breasts in a hand.

As he massaged them, he marveled at how soft her body fur was. Like the silk blouses his mom

liked to wear, he could barely touch Fran's fur and it was just like touching the finest fabric.

Gripping her tits firmly, Kyle watched the nipples grew firmer and firmer. He had done this with

a few of his now ex-girlfriends and knew that some girls had nipples that got no bigger than little

buttons on the tits. Fran wasn't like that. Her nipples grew tall and looked like fingers pushing

out of her tits. When he moved to squeeze and massage the nipples themselves, he was instantly

rewarded with little bits of a whitish liquid.

"Oh gods," Fran moaned as her head fell back. "Compared to you, Johnny is mauling the

damn things."

Kyle smiled at the compliment as he pinched her nipples between his forefingers while

massaging the rest of the breast. Moving his hands about, he made up and down stroking

motions with his fingers on her nipples. Fran moaned and squirmed on the counter under him. A

glance down revealed that Fran had one hand's worth of fingers shoved into her pussy. As he

played with her tits, he watched her hand push in and out and wiggle about as she masturbated.

"Fuck me," Fran said in a husky voice as she suddenly grabbed his pants. "I've gotta

have your fuck stick in me."

"Cindy said..." he started but Fran jerked her head up and glared at him like the crazed

maniac she had become.

"Pound my cunt, you big hairy bovine twit!" Fran growled. "I ain't waiting for that

‘wham, bam, thank ya Fran' Johnny Mathera!"

Kyle stared wide-eyed at the sudden frenzied look in what had been rather blank doe eyes.

Fran, though, quickly had his pants undone and half erect cock out while using only one hand.

At that moment, a blonde lab ran past the cafe windows wearing only a pair of small, flimsy

running shorts and a half-length t-shirt. Kyle watched the lab's ample package bounce as those

lean legs caused a rounded rump to bounce under that long thick tail.

"Gods! That's fucking huge!" Fran gasped as Kyle felt his now raging erection get forced

several inches into a hot, moist hole. "That's like having that damned knot shoved all the way

in."

"Still think you can take it?" Kyle leaned down to whisper into Fran's ear as he watched

the lab bounce around outside and pushed his cock slowly inside Fran. "I've still got more than a

foot to go."

"Gotta have it all," Fran moaned.

Kyle gripped Fran's tits tightly as he pushed even more of his cock into what was a far

too tight a pussy. He had always imagined that Johnny, a doberman/german shepherd mix, to

have long, thick cock with a knot the size of grapefruit. Of course he was having the same

thoughts about that blonde lab. Those long sinewy legs under that rippled stomach covered in

short fur.

"Fuck!" Kyle hissed as his cock started to ache. "So fucking tight!"

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper. Sliding his hands down, Kyle held Fran's hips as

he pumped his cock deeper and deeper. Her pussy was slick, yet tight. How Dean's ass could

seemingly take his cock so easily while Fran's pussy seemed so resistant was a mystery. He was

too turned on now to care. Faster he pumped. His cock sliding all the way into Fran's pussy

eliciting guttural moans of pleasure. As Fran moaned and bucked against his thrusts, Kyle felt

himself get closer and closer.

"Kyle," Fran moaned. "Oh, Kyle!"

"I'm almost there," Kyle moaned.

"Kyle!" Fran yelled. "Yo!"

"Wha?!" Kyle shook his head. He lifted his head and looked over to the counter.

"We have a customer, drink boy," Fran called from the register.

"Wakey, wakey," said a blonde male lab dressed only in running shorts and shoes. "Bull

boy needs to make this sweaty dog a delicious drinky."

"I fell asleep?" Kyle rubbed his eyes and muzzle with his hands. "Gods! That dream was

so vivid."

"Tell me about it," groaned Fran. "You were moaning and groaning about..."

"What?!" Kyle jumped up in fear for a moment. Recovering quickly, he stretched a bit

before heading up to the counter. "I actually spoke while I slept?"

"I don't know," Fran shrugged her shoulders before turning back to her fashion magazine.

"You really aren't that interesting, so I just tuned you out. I think you mumbled about fighting or

something. All pretty boring to me."

"Ah, thanks Fran," Kyle said as he shook his head. "So what am I making?"

"Extra large iced latte smoothie with a shot of caramel," the lab smiled while leaning over

the counter nearest the drink machines. "I also ordered a slice of lemon cake, but your oh so

helpful coworker just went back to her mag."

"Don't worry, dude," Kyle said with a smile while glancing at Fran, who still leaned

against the counter reading her magazine. He shook his head as her short furry tail kept flipping

up her skirt revealing that she wore no panties. "I'll plate it up for you."

"Could I get you...I mean...that to go?" the lab smiled and raised an eyebrow at him. "By

the way, my name is Jasper. You can just call me Jaz."

"Did you say Jaz or jizz?" Kyle set the lab's drink on the counter between them before he

leaned down himself.

"Hmmm," said Jaz with a finger tracing Kyle's smiling lips. "Hearing you moan into my

ear, ‘Jaz, I'm gonna jizz.' How I'd love to hear you say that while your cum poured out my

overstretched ass."

Kyle gave the lab a wide toothy grin before he said, "Dude, I would stretch that tight ass

of yours so much that a family of mice could move in and still have room for their friends. My

jizz would be the least of your worries."

"Think you're big stuff, hunh?" Jaz leaned closer so that they whispered into each others

ear. "My last lover was the size of a fucking elephant. He'd fuck me three times a day and

complain I wasn't tight enough for him."

"I spent all weekend filling a dude's ass almost none stop," Kyle bragged. "My cock

stayed hard from load one through ten. When I finally let him get up he complained that his ass

wouldn't shut. To keep his insides from falling out of his ass, I had to plug him up with a

watermelon. He called me when he got back home to tell me that he leaked around the

watermelon his ass was so loose."

"Tall tales from a tall bull," Jaz chuckled. "Apparently your mom didn't teach her boy

that lying was a no-no."

"Ain't that the damned truth," Fran muttered.

Kyle ignored the blonde bimbo and concentrated on the sexy lab before him. He smiled

and as he opened his mouth, he heard not his voice, but Cindy's voice speak.

"Why is he drooling?" Cindy sounded like she was right next to him.

"Excuse me," Kyle said through a clenched teeth smile. He then stood up and turned

around.

"Wha da...?" he staggered a bit as he jerked up off the counter. Disoriented by the sudden

light and movement, Kyle closed his eyes as he leaned on the counter.

"Woah, sleeping beauty," Cindy said as Kyle felt arms steady him.

"Oh, gods," Kyle muttered in disgust as he looked around. He sat at one of the stools on

the customer side of the counter. There was no one in the cafe besides the three of them. "Just

dreams?"

"Were you dreaming about my sexy Johnny?" Fran sighed happily. "He's just so sexy

and strong. We're going out to the lake and I'm gonna show him just how much I've missed him

these last two weeks."

"Since we don't have any business," Cindy said as Kyle sat back down on a stool, "why

don't you go ahead and clock out, Fran."

"But I haven't been here my full eight hours?" Fran sounded confused. More confused,

that was, than normal.

"We've hardly gotten any business, so there's no reason for all of us to be here," Cindy

explained. "Take off your apron, go back to the back, clock out, and then go home. Sounds like

you'll need the extra time to get ready for Johnny."

"Oh, yeah! I gotta be extra sexy for my sexy dog boy," giggled Fran. "Thanks, Cindy!"

Kyle sat there with his head propped on one hand while the other traced random patterns

in the small pool of drool on he'd left on the counter. It had been a long night saying good-bye to

Dean and the boredom of work hadn't helped. He wondered why he'd dreamed of that blonde

lab instead of Dean.

"Jaz," sighed Kyle under his breath.

"You say something, Kyle?" Cindy called from the sink next to the kitchen door.

"No," Kyle lied. "So how was your date last night?"

"A bust," Cindy sighed. Her hand suddenly appeared with a rag to wipe up his drool.

"All he did was talk about himself and how great he was. The asshole didn't even offer to pay

for dinner and then had the gall to ask why I didn't want to have sex with him. Can you believe

that?"

"That bad, hunh?" Kyle smiled.

"One of my all time worst, kiddo," Cindy sighed and leaned on the counter across from

him. About then appeared Fran from the back. Coat and purse in hand, Fran waved good-bye as

she disappeared out the front door. "So please tell me that you and Dean got it on and did the

dirty and nasty last night."

Kyle smiled as he pondered how to word his nightly exploits for his frustrated boss.

"Let's just say that more than shooting stars were seen last night on the banks of the river."

"Just how many stars were seen?" Cindy smiled. "I want numbers I can masturbate to

later."

Kyle laughed at Cindy's usual question when asking about his sex life.. "I remember

seven before our nap and another four afterwards. Then I had to get him home before his parents

were up and ready to leave."

"So you did you get any sleep before coming in?" Cindy laughed. "Or just while at

work?"

"Apparently only at work," he muttered while rubbing his eyes. "I just thought that after

pounding ass all night that sex would be the last thing on my mind. But all I did was have vivid

dreams of having sex or craving sex with some strange labrador. It's not even anyone I know!"

"Well, when you start having dreams of fucking Fran," Cindy said cheerfully, "you know

you've reached the point of desperation and should have sex with the first man that walks

through that door."

Kyle turned his head and look at the cafe's door. No one walked through it or even past

it.

"You didn't!" Cindy gasped.

"Think of it more as masturbating using a woman's pussy," Kyle suggested hopefully.

"You did not fucking dream of fucking that blonde bimbo?" Cindy stared wide-eyed at

him.

"It took the blonde lab in my dream to get me hard enough to stick it in her," Kyle

retorted in defense. "Besides, who told me ‘You won't have to work with Fran for at least four

months'?"

"So it happened in three weeks instead," Cindy huffed. "Sue me."

"My mom is a lawyer, Cindy," Kyle said with a dejected sigh. "Don't tempt me."

"DING!" chimed the door.

"Speaking of lawyers," Cindy smiled as Kyle looked over his shoulder.

"Hi, Mr. Filmore," Kyle said with a wave.

"You're in awfully late, Mike," added Cindy who immediately started making a drink.

"Just got out of court and I've got to have some caffeine," groaned the thirty-six year old

bear. Mike Filmore loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar on a white shirt to reveal more of

the brown fur. Unlike most residents of Oak City, Mike and many other bears never got more on

their head than regular body fur. It was something that Kyle had noticed as a little boy and was

told to never talk about it by his mother.

"Your usual?" Kyle asked as he went around the counter to the cash register.

"And a bagel with extra cinnamon cream cheese, Kyle," answered Mike with a groan.

Mike sagged onto the stool at the cafe's counter that Kyle had just vacated. "I'll pay when I've

recovered enough to stop drinking and eating."

"Rough day?" Kyle asked as he slide a bagel and two serving packets of cream cheese in

front of the bear.

"Horrible! Absolutely horrible!" Mike groaned while slathering the bagel with cream

cheese. "Dan fucks me over with his news and then three of my witnesses change their

testimony. All I need now is to get home to find that Dan has taken everything with him."

Kyle stared at the brown bear in surprise. Mike and Dan had always been together as far

back as he could remember. There was no Mike without Dan. No big bear without that even

bigger moose. It was a reason he'd not even blinked at having a relationship with Dean.

"What about Dan?" Cindy asked with too heavy of a thud when setting down Mike's

drink. Kyle, too shocked to speak, realized that he had heard a hint of fear in his boss' voice.

"I get out of the shower this morning find him sitting on the bed half dressed," Mike

started before shoving a bagel half into his muzzle. "A suitcase sitting next to him opened and

half packed. ‘I don't love you anymore,' he says. ‘Our love was all sex and obsession,' he says

in that damned calm voice. ‘I'll be gone when you get home from court. Don't look for me. I'll

be long gone.'"

"Bastard!" Kyle growled, a sense of betrayal that he'd not felt since his aunt was eaten by

his uncles.

"Kyle!" Cindy gasped at how angry he sounded.

"Gods be twice damned den raiding, young eating, mother raping, home wrecking,

demon-spawned bastard!" Mike growled vehemently. "Ten fucking years! Gone! Just like

fucking that!"

Mike clenched his fist around the cup of hot honey-laced cappucinno mocha suddenly to

send scalding hot coffee and whipped cream spraying everywhere. The cursing continued under

Mike's breath as Cindy and Kyle rushed to clean up the mess. As Cindy went to make a new

coffee, Kyle took a rag and a small pile of napkins around to clean up where the coffee had

dripped down the front of the counter and onto both the floor and Mike. Satisfied that the worst

was cleaned up, Kyle sat down next to the younger Filmore that made up the three partners of his

mom's law firm. Filmore, Filmore, and Cooper.

"I'm so sorry to hear about Dan, Mike," Kyle murmured with a pat to the bear's shoulder.

"You want to talk about it?"

"Thanks, Kyle," Mike said with a weak smile. Kyle knew it was forced. "Your mom

asked the same thing this morning when she saw me come in. I didn't tell her what had

happened, but she could tell something was wrong."

"Well, my shoulder's almost as strong as mom's," Kyle said with a flash of a smile as

Mike ate the other bagel half. "Feel free to lean on or cry into it. That's what friends are for,

right?"

"Here's a new one, Mike," Cindy set a fresh cup before the bear. "On the house."

"No, no, Cindy," Mike objected but the antelope waved the bear down.

"Accidents happen, Mike. Don't think anything of it. Besides," Cindy leaned down on

the counter to flash some cleavage at the pair, "I've been in your shoes before. The last thing I

want is for you to go off tonight and do something stupid. Kyle's going to take you home in his

car. We're so slow I can handle things from here. Also, I can trust Kyle to keep you from doing

something stupid."

"Like picking up a hooker, shooting myself up with a load of badly cut heroin, and

overdosing?" Mike suggested. Kyle stared at the bear who never took his sad eyes off the empty

plate.

"I was thinking more like you jumping into that hotrod of yours and heading out into the

Wilds looking for that idiot moose after dark," Cindy said with a hard jerk of Mike's muzzle so

their eyes locked. "Consider this payback."

Mike smiled and gently patted Cindy's cheek. "Love you too, kiddo."

"Don't wish to be you," Cindy responded.

Kyle was completely lost. The two seemed to be acting like ex-lovers. For that to be the

case, it would have to have been before Dan. That would make Cindy like fifteen or sixteen at

the time, which he just couldn't see Mike doing. Not sure what to say, he decided to just stay

quiet.

After a moment of silent staring by the pair, Mike pulled back and looked back down at

the counter. "Thanks, Cindy, but I don't need a babysitter."

"It's the only way your ass is leaving here, buddy," Cindy said with that ‘don't mess with

me' tone.

"Paybacks are hell, hmmm?" Mike smiled but didn't look up at either of them.

"Um," Kyle started to say as he felt very uncomfortable suddenly. "So should I go clock

out and bring the car around?"

"Yes, Kyle," Cindy said with a smile at him. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Kyle said jumping up. He hurried through the door to the kitchen and the

time clock.