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Scenes from a Bistro

The sharp chirp of an alarm clock pierced through Robert’s deep slumber. The silver fox opened his mouth before he opened his eyes to yell at the offender… his phone.

“Fuuuuuuck!!!” he shouted. He was just finally starting to get some good rest, but instead, the reminder of his obligation to maintain employment, or be broke saw to it that any viable rest would be cut short.

He lurched out of bed and tapped the screen several times, his blurry eyes keeping him from silencing the phone on the first try. His body ached for rest, and in protest, forced him to fall face-first into the mattress. Catching himself from falling out once more, the fox felt his body jolt, reminding him to start getting ready for the day.

Yawning as he scratched his stomach, Robert took a look outside his window; he beheld a perfect spring day. The wind was blowing, the sun was out, the temperature was warm, and it tempted like a bitch seductress for him to call in sick. He picked up the phone and pondered it for a moment before skimming through his contacts for the phone number for work. Staring at the ten numbers, he thought better, realizing he was broke and could use the tips from a weekend shift.

As he walked out to the kitchen of the cramped apartment, he saw his roommate sitting on the futon that doubled as their couch, typing on his laptop.

“Morning Dave,” he grunted.

The black lab looked up briefly through his glasses to acknowledge the greeting with a quick smile before going back to his work.

Robert opened the refrigerator and tried to figure out what he could cobble together for a quick breakfast. There was leftover sticky rice from Chinese takeout, a few eggs, some brown mustard, and two beers.

“Dave!” he shouted.

“Yeah?” the lab shouted back.

“I thought you were supposed to get food this week!” he answered.

“No, I got it last week, it’s your turn!” Dave responded.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he hissed to himself.

“I’ll have to get it tomorrow, I took a shift today,” Robert sighed in defeat.

“That’s cool, I’m going to my mom’s tonight anyway,” Dave responded, distracted by his computer.

Robert did his best with the limited ingredients at his disposal. Heating some cooking oil, the fox threw the rice, a couple of eggs and some soy sauce from packets into the pan.

“Smells good!” Dave shouted from the living room.

“Thanks!” the fox responded as he filled two bowls with the improvised fried rice.

He sat down next to the roommate and put a bowl next to the keyboard.

“Thanks, Rob!” he said as he finally stopped typing to eat.

Being more pressed for time than the dog, Robert made short work of his food. He tossed the bowl and fork in the sink and went back to his room to get dressed.

The fox put on his uniform, a black polo shirt with a restaurant logo on it, black slacks, and non-slip shoes. Grabbing his apron and keys, he headed out the door to work.

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Hustling up the steps from the subway station, Robert walked quickly up the block and turned down a tree-lined street in the hip neighborhood of Manchester Square. Halfway down the block was an alleyway with cobblestones in the street, leftover from an earlier age. Converted brownstones lined either side housing boutiques, cafes, music shops and various other businesses setting up for the day.

Robert came up to a building with a restaurant in the basement. The sign out front said, “Bistro Philippe.”

Walking down a few steps to the door, the fox tried the knob to see if someone had left it unlocked. It turned, meaning the owner, Philippe was there. The first level held the hostess station and a display case where bakery items were being set out and coffee being prepared.

A few more steps down, was the main restaurant where the staff was cleaning and setting tables. In the back, behind a set of swinging doors, the kitchen staff hustled, prepping ingredients for the day.

“Rob! Que pasa?” A slightly older wolf greeted the fox.

“Not much Pete. How ‘bout you?” he replied, fist bumping the wolf.

Looking around, he leaned in to speak more privately.

“I got me a nice piece last night,” he spoke quietly.

“A piece? What like a gun?” Robert asked, confused.

“No, bro! A piece of tail! A cross-fox, too! Do you know how rare they are?” he asked, enthusiastically.

Robert just smirked incredulously with his black tail whipping about, waiting for the wolf to see the irony of his question.

“No, no I don’t…” he responded with soft sarcasm, peaking his eyebrows and nodding his head.

Robert went into the kitchen, past the busy kitchen staff to the small employee lounge area. Next to the lounge was the office where the middle-aged owner, a French Brittany Spaniel was busy arguing with a supplier on the phone.

“The scallops are shit, Miguel! I will not pay for them! Bring me good scallops tomorrow or I will find a new seafood supplier!” he demanded before slamming the phone down.

“Robere! How are you, mon renard?” Philippe sang as he got up and hugged and kissed Robert on the cheeks, his tail wagging.

“I’m a little tired, but ok,” he responded.

“Not too tired to work, I hope,” Philippe asked, concerned.

“No, no, I’m fine, really,” he assured the dog.

“Good! It’s going to be busy! All the people are out on this beautiful day and they will be hungry,” Philippe sang in his lilting accent.

The phone rang and the dog picked up. Immediately, he started yelling into the receiver and Robert turned to leave the office.

As he turned, he bumped into a pretty female Brittany with her dark brown hair in a bob and a petite figure. She smiled at the awkward encounter and Robert looked into her dark blue eyes.

“Collette, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he started apologizing.

“It’s ok Robert. I wasn’t looking either,” she said, offering an apology of her own. She had an accent, but it was less pronounced than her father’s.

The fox had had a crush on the dog ever since he started working at the restaurant the year before. The fading hours of his nights were consumed by thoughts of trysts in the abandoned coat room while he bred her hard.

Shaking such impure thoughts, Robert cleared his mind for the workday ahead. He simply smiled at the dog and headed to join Pete in setting the tables.

“Ok! Today will be very busy and I expect everyone to provide service to the highest standard. I am proud of each and everyone here and know you will never disappoint me,” Philippe announced.

The staff responded in the affirmative.

“Good! Now, Chef Toussaint will inform you of today’s specials!”

Clearing his throat, the bloodhound began his daily announcement.

“For lunch, we have a ham sandwich made from a fresh buttered baguette and true imported French ham with a little arugula. Dinner will be choucroute garnie with sausage, bacon, frankfurters, sauerkraut, potatoes and beer,” the chef announced.

Robert memorized the menu, despite the distraction from the object of his attraction to his left. He looked to her, but she was focused on the chef giving instructions to the staff. Slightly disappointed that she didn’t look his way, the fox turned his attention back to his work.

At 11:00 AM on the dot, the hostess flipped the sign to let the patrons in. A couple of groups of tourists were ushered in, but none were sent to Robert’s tables. After about twenty minutes, a very fetching red fox appeared at the host’s station. The hostess engaged the vixen as she smiled in response. Catching Robert’s attention, he tried his best to psychically steer her to one of his tables.

“Yes!” he exclaimed to himself as he clenched his fist in victory. He made a beeline to the table to greet his fellow vulpine.

“Good morning mademoiselle, my name is Robert and I will be your server today,” he exclaimed, enthusiastically.

The vixen looked straight into his eyes with her green ones and then looked him up and down with purpose. She wore a simple black dress that exposed her very ample cleavage as well as showing her pregnant belly.

“Well, Robert, very nice to meet you. My name is Naomi and I will be your, uh, consumer… today,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Oh, well,” he chuckled, trying to maintain decorum.

“Would you like to hear today’s special?” he asked, trying to exude confidence.

“Please, enlighten me.” she said, leaning forward, letting her ample bosom swell from her material.

“Well… uh, we have a sandwich au jambon made from imported French ham, butter on a fresh baguette with arugula,” he recited from memory, yet barely managing to keep his composure.

“Ham bone? Are you offering me something off the menu?” she asked with a teasing inflection.

“Huh? No,” he chuckled nervously. “It’s just ham translated from French. Jambon? I guess it sounds like ham bone…”

“Honestly, I could use some bone,” she said, biting her lip. The vixen ran her fingertips lightly along his waist before withdrawing. She sat straight up, tilting her head back slightly, sporting a smug smile.

“Ok, I’ll have the sandwich au jambon, and I’ll take a side of pomme frites and sparkling water, my dear. And please, do not be a stranger,” she winked, smiling into his eyes, lightly grazing the back of his hand.

“Of course! Coming right up!” Robert responded, professionally, but excitedly.

The fox rushed to the kitchen to put the order in. Pete came in to pick up an order for his station when he turned to Robert.

“Oh my gods, I get the idiot tourists, but you get the hot fucking heiress. How the fuck did you manage that?!” the wolf asked.

“I dunno, but she’s preggers. I’m not too sure about going there,” he answered as he fixed his ticket to the carousel.

“What?! Why not?! No risk my friend! You can do what ever you want with her, and you don’t have to worry about kits. She’s horny for you, I’ve seen the way she looked at you when you walked away. If you don’t smash her, I will!” Pete said, emphatically.

“Oh shut up! She’s not gonna smash me. You’re outta your mind!” he said before getting her beverage ready.

Heading back to her table, Robert took a second to admire her regal poise. To say she came from she came from wealth would be an obvious understatement, yet despite their previous banter, he tried to exorcize any notion she was here with any purpose other than food.

Setting down a glass, he began pouring the customer her drink. Just as it reached the brim and the delicate bubbles danced above the edge, the vixen took a long swig of the carbonated beverage. With a gasp, she set the glass back down on the table and looked into Robert’s eyes with a smile.

“More?” she pouted.

“Of course, my lady,” he responded, pouring a second glass.

This time, she held the glass in her hand, watching him pour. Her other hand rested on her breast, fingers slowly stroking the bare flesh of her cleavage.

After taking a slow sip, the fox rested the glass on the table. She reached out and took Robert’s hand and began caressing it with her fingertips. “If the beverages are this good, I can’t wait to uh, sample the special,” she purred as she discreetly grazed the front of his slacks.

“Ah yes, your order should be ready soon!” he said with a comical, unnatural pitch as he rushed back to the kitchen leaving the vixen giggling softly with a blush on her face.

Robert watched through the portal as his guest hungrily yet elegantly devoured her meal. He entertained very real thoughts of taking her back to his apartment that night, trying to think of a way to set up the tryst. Looking back, he caught a glance of Collette with her hand down her shirt, clearly adjusting her bra. The thoughts of railing the fox and the unintended show caused his length to stir. Shaking his head, he needed to clear his thoughts; after all, he was at work. Seeing the other fox’s plate clean, he headed back out to her table.

As he approached, the vixen sat up, her fluffy tail lazily wagging behind her, clearly happy by his presence. Her countenance was proud with a hint of childish enthusiasm as if she was awaiting recognition for her “Clean Plate Award.”

“It looks as if you enjoyed your meal,” he said, as a busser cleared the plates before rushing back to the kitchen.

“I did, it was quite delicious.”

“May I get anything else for you, madam?”

“I just want you to know that you have provided me with excellent service. I’m not an easy vixen to please. However, there’s something about you that makes my heart flutter and I want you to know, firsthand,” she said as she guided his hand to her breast.

Her flesh was smooth and her breasts, supple. He couldn’t resist the temptation and ran a finger in between them, feeling the warmth.

“Oooh, you are a very forward fox, aren’t you? You take this moment to try to feel up your customer?” she said, tilting her head to the side.

“I’m, I’m very sorry, I just thought…” Robert stammered in a panic. He tried to pull his hand back, but the vixen kept her grip firm.

“Thought that you could breed an already pregnant woman? Well, I mean, that’s not technically possible, but I can still accommodate your interesting fantasy,” she said, leaning back in her chair, rubbing her full belly.

“It’s not really a fantasy, but…” he began.

“You think I’m ugly, don’t you?” she began to pout.

“No, no, I think you’re beautiful! I think you’re hot! You have a fantastic body!” Robert countered.

“Really? You would honestly have sex with me?” she asked, looking hopeful.

“Of course I would! I get out at…” Robert started.

“How about now?” she smiled, her fluffy tail wagging.

“Now? Like right now?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah! I know there’s an old coat room here. I remember it from when I was a kit. We could use that!” she said, standing up, leading Robert to a hallway.

“Pete! I’m uh, gonna be busy for a moment!” he said, disappearing behind a door.

The wolf just smiled before taking an order.

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The old coat room was a relic from an age long ago, now largely used for storage. Against the wall by the door was a counter where the check coat person once sat. The opening was long sealed, providing plenty of privacy for the two foxes.

The vixen, with some effort, hopped on the desk as Robert began to kiss her. She pressed her body against his pushing her full belly and breasts into him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him close.

“I want to feel full. My stomach is full, my womb is full, now fill my pussy up with your fox spunk,” she panted.

The vixen quickly slid her black panties down and kicked them to the side. Robert undid his belt and lowered his pants and boxers in one move. He caught a whiff of her scent, noticing it was more complex than the other girls he had been with. It wasn’t what he was expecting, but he found it irresistible.

The counter was sturdy and provided ample space for her to get comfortable. She laid back and hiked her dress up to her waist, showing her milky skin and round belly, clearly in her second trimester. Slowly she spread her thighs, giving Robert a full view of her fox-pussy. Lust coated her entrance, inviting the willing fox inside.

“I’ve never been with a pregnant girl before, I don’t want to hurt you or the…” he began with a bit of worry.

“It’s ok, you can pound me as hard as you want, I’m not that far along. As long as you don’t put pressure on my stomach, you’ll be fine, just whatever you do, don’t knot me. This is just a quickie,” she panted as she pulled her large breasts out, tugging at her hard peaks.

Robert stroked his hard fox-cock and placed it at the waiting vixen’s entrance. Taking it by the knot, he began rubbing the tapered head along her petals, eliciting a moan from his mate.

“Huff, please, stop teasing me! I want you inside me!” she pleaded, tugging a dark nipple with one hand and rubbing her belly with the other.

Robert spilled some pre on the vixen’s entrance, mixing with her essence before sliding in.

“Fuck, that’s it! Push it in deeper, deeper,” she squeaked, trying hard not to attract attention to the otherwise abandoned room.

The fox pushed into her body up to the knot, surprised that he was able to get in as deep as he was. He felt her soaked walls squeezing him, begging for more attention. It had been some time since he had gotten laid and the hugging warmth was so inviting.

“Fuck me! I need you to fill me up even more! I want you to cum hard inside me,” she cried.

Robert held her ankles apart as he began thrusting into his partner. He wanted to take his time, but knew it would be unwise. Naomi was in bliss as his length stimulated her core. Their fluffy tails touched between their thighs, his black and her red fur mingling as the fox pumped himself in and out of the vixen.

“That’s it, right there! Cum with me,” she grunted, her eyes squinting.

Being pent up for so long, it didn’t take much for the fox to give in. He resisted the temptation to knot his mate, but gave in to her demand to fill her with his potent seed.

“Fuuuck,” he hissed as his mouth went slack in pure pleasure. His tapered length was buried in the vixen’s womanhood, filling it up with rope after hot rope.

“Nnnngggg” the vixen grunted, holding her mouth so as not to alert anyone to the illicit activity. She felt his hardness throbbing inside her, the pressured warmth filling her as she climaxed.

A wave of euphoria came over them as Robert coated her walls with the last of his seed. He leaned against the edge of the counter, trying to keep himself propped, lest his knot slide in. As he caught his breath, he watched the fox underneath him rubbing her hands blissfully along her swollen belly. She moaned in deep satisfaction brought on by a full meal and having her womanhood filled to the brim with hot, fox seed. He could see a glow about her that made her that much more irresistible.

“Oh my gods, I didn’t know it was going to feel this good. I thought heat sex was great, but this… this is soooo fucking good…” she groaned.

“Wow, that was great,” Robert sighed as he started regaining composure.

“Ok, pull out slowly,” Naomi instructed.

Robert did as he was told, seeing his length coated in her fox honey and his own essence. Right as he pulled out completely, the vixen pulled her legs back, trying to keep as much inside her as possible.

“Could you be a dear and put my panties on? I don’t want any to spill out,” she smiled, drunkenly.

The fox looked around and found the underwear, a pair of comfortable cotton panties, in the corner. He picked them up and brought them over. Before he handed them to the vixen, he held them to his nose and took in her scent.

“Really? You just couldn’t resist?” she asked, smiling smugly.

“What can I say, I love your scent,” he shrugged as he put the panties back on his partner.

“You’re telling me you love the smell of pregnant fox-pussy?” she grinned.

“Well, I guess? I dunno, but I think you’re incredible,” he said as he leaned forward to kiss his partner. She closed her eyes and kissed back, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

“Well, I think you’re adorable for a younger fox. If I didn’t need these so bad, I’d let you have them,” she said, swiveling her hips, feeling their mixed essences spread inside her, making sure it wouldn’t leak out. “Mmmm… I love hot cum inside me… but I guess that’s obvious,” she purred as she rubbed her belly once more, feeling full.

“Little help?” she asked, holding out her hand. Robert took her hand and helped her up. They straightened themselves out, trying to make themselves presentable and hoped no one knew what was going on.

“Give me your phone,” she requested, holding her hand out expectantly. Robert complied and handed it over to her. She began adding her info into his contacts and took a very satisfied selfie before sending herself a text.

“I may require your services again,” she purred as she slipped his phone back into his pocket, copping a feel before kissing him.

Like naughty school children, they peeked through the door, opened just a crack before

making their exit.

“Thank you, Robert. I just may be back,” she winked before walking away, swiveling her hips as she strode away.

Robert felt a slap on his back that just about pushed him forward in a lurch.

“Well, well, bro, I didn’t know you had a kink for the preggers!” Pete laughed.

“I don’t, but if that’s what pregnant sex is like, then I might reconsider,” he said, in a slight daze.

“Well, while you think about it, table two needs a nicoise salad and a steak frites, Table five needs two lunch specials, and table six is waiting for a bottle of Chateau d’Couillon,” he said as he walked away to fetch orders for his own tables. Despite the welcome distraction, reality faded back as Robert sighed and went back to his duty.

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The lunch rush began to die down around two o’clock as guest traffic dwindled. Robert took a short breather to eat an energy bar, before more guests were taken to one of his tables.

Just as he took his last bite, Colette sat across from him with a half sandwich and began eating it while playing with her phone. Robert admired her features as she slowly chewed her food. She wasn’t busty by any means, but from what he could tell, her breasts were a nice shape. She had a good figure with a cute ass and her thighs were just perfectly portioned. He imagined himself between them as she held his head down while screaming in climax while his tongue was pressed to her jewel.

The fox tried to come up with some kind of icebreaker, but struggled. For a guy that just had a quickie with an older pregnant fox, he was having a hard time trying to figure out how to talk with a coworker he has been working with for a year, now.

“So, I couldn’t help but notice you kept bumping into me last night in the kitchen. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get my attention,” Robert said, trying his best to flirt with the Brittany.

“Sorry about that, I try my best to stay out of the way,” she said, apologetically.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind if it’s you,” he did his best to drop a hint.

Colette smiled, but it was a neutral one, not letting Robert know one way or another if she was interested in him.

“Rob, you have a guest!” Pete shouted from across the kitchen.

“Of course…” he sighed, his break coming to a premature end.

When the fox looked through the portal in the kitchen door, his tail dropped seeing a face he recognized.

“Oh shit, how the fuck did she…” he groaned to himself.

A cute corgi with blonde hair and a curvy figure was sitting at one of his tables. In the opposite seat was a German shepherd, just a couple of inches taller than Robert. Turning back to the wolf, he tried to broker a deal.

“Pete, if you take my station, I’ll take two of yours during the dinner rush, please!” he pleaded, clasping his hands together.

“Why?” he asked, amused at the display.

“That’s my ex and her new boyfriend,” he replied.

“Really? She’s cute, dude! She’s got the perfect corgi ass too!” Pete responded.

“Yeah, yeah, I know! It’s great, so can you do me a solid?”

“Not this time. Besides, it looks like you two have some catching up to do,” the wolf laughed.

Robert sighed. He knew his ex could be a handful, which is what led to their breakup. He was relatively low energy and except for sex, they had little in common. He took a deep breath, put on his professional face and headed to the dining room.

“Bonjour, my name is Robert and I’ll be your server today,” he said less than enthusiastically.

“Rob! Oh my gods, I didn’t know you worked here. Dave, this is my ex, Robert. Robert, this is my boyfriend, Dave. We met at a party in Brighton and we talked allll night long on the roof, I think we watched the sun come up over the city, I mean it was like that time you and I walked across the Brighton Bridge, but that was sunset. And, oh, remember Heather from work? Yeah, she started dating his brother Leonard and I think they make a cute couple…” the corgi went on, seemingly in one breath. Robert stood there awkwardly, waiting for a moment to take their order so he could move on.

Eventually, the corgi came up for air, allowing for Robert to speak.

“Well, ha, still energetic as ever, Mallory,” he said.

“Mal, I can see why you dated him, Robert’s not a bad-looking guy at all,” the shepherd spoke up.

“Dave works for a fashion house, he knows what he’s talking about. Rob, I told you you could have been a model…” she went on another verbal marathon.

As she spoke, Rob couldn’t help but be reminded that she really was attractive. Her pink turtleneck sweater stretched over her full figure. He could plainly see the outlines of her bra and remembered the first time he unsnapped it to reveal her soft, full globes. As the details of her body came flooding back, he felt his excitement begin.

“If you ever want work, I might be able to help, Rob,” the shepherd offered in a friendly voice.

Snapping out of his trance, the fox came back to earth, tail swishing as he tried to regain his composure.

“Thanks, I’ll uh, think about it. Anyway, uh, let me tell you our specials. We have a jambon sandwich made with…” he began before being cut off again.

“Actually, I’ll just have the Nicoise salad and an IPA,” she said.

“I’ll have the same, no tuna,” the shepherd added.

“Ok, I’ll have your order out soon,” Robert responded, heading back to get their beer.

As he was pouring, Pete came over to fill a glass of wine.

“So, how’d it go?” he chuckled. The fox just glared at the wolf.

“Ok, ok, but at least she’ll be gone when she’s done eating, and then she’ll be his problem,” the wolf spoke apologetically.

The fox softened his stare, “Yeah, but I do miss her sometimes.”

“You mean late at night when you’re alone in bed?” Pete smiled smugly.

“Yeaahh…” Robert answered, reluctantly yet honestly.

Heading back to the table, Robert gazed at Mallory’s perfect ass. Memories of taking her from behind, feeling the soft flesh slap against his hips as he took her like a feral alpha, her tight corgi pussy squeezing him with every thrust. Shaking his head, he headed back to the table to serve their drinks.

Mallory was busy chatting with the shepherd when her ears perked at the fox’s footsteps.

“Here are your drinks and your salads should be ready any moment,” he said as he set down the beers on coasters.

“Thank youuu,” Mallory smiled, squeezing her breasts between her arms.

“Uh, you’re quite welcome,” Robert replied awkwardly.

“Getting a look at the goods?” Dave smirked.

Robert stammered at being caught, “Uh, no, I, uh…”

“It’s ok Rob, it’s not like you haven’t seen or played with them before,” the corgi teased, thrusting them forward.

Mallory looked around to see if the coast was clear. She reached out and placed her hand firmly on her ex’s crotch and gave a loving squeeze. Squinting her eyes, she bit her lower lip as she shifted in her seat. Robert’s face went red and he drew back.

“Mallory!” he hissed, looking around, hoping there were no witnesses to this lewd display.

“Yup, just like I remember,” she smiled, mischievously.

Dave chuckled, “Was she this insatiable when you two dated?”

“Let me check on your salads!” he said, rushing back to the kitchen.

In his haste, he wound up bumping into Collette, yet again. Her hand grazed his hardness and she blushed, her face as red as his once she realized what she had done.

“I, I’m so sorry,” “It was an accident,” “I didn’t mean to,” they both stammered, trying to apologize for the gaffe.

He wasn’t sure, but as they passed each other, Robert thought he saw Collette give him a sly look from the corner of her eye. Shaking off the notion, the fox went back to work.

Robert brought the couple their lunch and the meal went without further incident. As he brought the check, glad that the teasing was over, the couple looked at each other, knowingly.

“Rob, we were wondering if you could help us out with something,” Mallory inquired.

“Uh, sure. What’s on your mind?” he asked.

The corgi pulled the fox in close and began whispering into his ear.

“I’ve never been spit-roasted before and I was wondering if you’d be interested,” she purred into his large, black ear.

The shepherd smiled and waited for the fox’s answer.

“When, tonight? I get off pretty late,” he answered. Mallory looked at Dave with a big smile, knowing Robert would be up for it.

“Actually, I was thinking right now. You have a storage room or something we can use?” she asked, excited, shifting in her seat as she felt her wetness come forth.

Robert thought about the coatroom, but didn’t really want to use it again. One option was the storage room in the back, but it was behind the kitchen and two non-employees would draw attention. The other would be the restroom and that could cause some issues, as well. Without a better choice, Robert settled on using the coatroom.

The fox looked around and watched the last of the lunch rush leaving. He nodded his head and rushed off to settle the check.

Robert looked for Pete and found him joking with the kitchen staff.

“Ok, I really need to ask another favor,” he said, pulling him aside.

“Cover my tables again?” the fox pleaded.

“Again?! What in the nine hells is going on?” the wolf asked, slightly annoyed.

“I’ll explain later, thank you so much,” he replied before giving a chance for the wolf to answer one way or another.

Returning to the table, Robert guided the couple to the scene of his earlier crime. Closing the door behind them, the trio quickly got to business.

Mallory fumbled with Robert’s slacks as Dave tugged the corgi’s jeans down past her luscious ass. Her glistening entrance was bare in front of Robert, tempting the fox with a sight he hadn’t seen in a while. The fox took in her sweet, familiar scent, but it was soon apparent she wouldn’t be sharing that part of her with him. Instead, she smiled at her ex and took his length into her mouth, tasting pre as it coated her tongue.

“I forgot how good you taste, I kinda miss that about you,” she moaned before running her smooth, warm tongue up his hardness.

“But it seems like you had another fox. You’ve been busy today,” the corgi purred.

“You could say that,” he grinned, proudly.

“Looks like our fox here is quite the alpha!” Dave remarked as he pulled out his own length.

Mallory’s jeans and soaked panties were around her ankles. Hiking up her plump ass, her entrance flowed invitingly for her shepherd.

Dave obliged his mate’s wantonness and sunk two fingers inside. The corgi’s tight walls crushed down as she whined in pleasure. He began slowly stroking her core, causing her lust to flow down her thighs in rivulets.

The corgi shuddered as she felt her first release build. She pulled Robert’s fox-cock out of her mouth and began stroking his length as she buried her head in his thigh, huffing as her climax crested.

“Fuck, Dave. You know my spot, make me cum. Make my pussy cum for you!” she panted in sheer lust, squeezing her eyes shut as the first wave overtook her.

“Nnnngggg,” she muffled her cry as her body gave in to her dog.

“That’s my girl, enjoy your body,” he smiled, proud of making his corgi bitch climax.

“You’re so good to me, Dave,” she purred as her body shuddered in aftershocks.

“Rob, I have an idea. On three, pick her up by her arm and I’ll lift her up by her waist. This should be really fun,” the shepherd grinned, mischievously.

“Wait, what are you guys doing?” she asked, in a slight panic.

“Just watch, you’ll love it!” Dave reassured his mate.

On three, the Robert and Dave hoisted Mallory to align themselves perfectly.

“Whoa! Oh shit!” she giggled, stifling herself so no one would catch the trio in their illicit get-together.

Mallory tucked her arms in to help stabilize herself and awaited for her body to be filled.

“Open and say ahhh,” Robert sang, enticing her with his hardness.

Just as she took in the fox’s length, she felt the shepherd enter her from behind. His dog-cock fit snugly against her soaked walls and the sensation of her small body being filled from both ends put her into an almost-drunken stupor. The rhythm from her two mates was almost hypnotic and their essences became tonic potions that her body drew in greedily.

As the corgi gave into the two males’ penetration, Robert sweetly stroked her fuzzy ears, hoping to show she just wasn’t another object. They were doing this as much for her pleasure as theirs. She looked up with tearing eyes, eyes tearing in bliss.

Dave thrust deep into her dog-pussy as her tight walls hugged his girth. The feeling of her soft ass cheeks as his hips slapped against them was something nothing short of heavenly. Her heavy breasts swung in rhythm underneath her as the two males had their way with her smaller corgi body.

Indescribable ecstasy overcame Mallory as the two canids held her aloft, sliding in and out of her. She was the middle part of a pure fucking machine and loved every second the pleasure that her body was giving her.

The corgi felt herself begin to give in to an intense climax as her mates continued to thrust deep into her. She had no control; her body just reacted to the stimulation her body was given. Her core reacted as the shepherd bumped her cervix with his tapered tip, the rest of his length stretching her tight, soaked walls. At the same time, she tried swallowing as much of the fox’s length in her mouth, her tongue bathing at as it swallowed Robert’s dripping pre.

Robert watched Dave as his hips thrust in and out of Mallory. The fox kept up the rhythm, but a telltale look on the shepherd’s face indicated that he was about to hit his own peak. His rhythm began to intensify as the corgi began to whine and moan with every thrust her little body was given. Her face showed she was building an intense orgasm as her eyes widened and teared up.

Robert’s body reacted accordingly, as his own climax began to build. He watched the two dogs in front of him and began to quicken his own pace as he thrust in and out of the corgi’s mouth. Her tongue and cheeks squeezed and the vibration emanating from her throat helped build him up.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” the fox moaned.

“Fuck, me too!” the shepherd’s voice quaked as his body gave in.

All at once, the shepherd and the fox flooded the corgi with their seed. Mallory screamed in a hard climax, but was muffled by Robert’s knot-deep length inside her mouth. Fox seed flooded her throat as dog seed flooded her womb. She looked into Robert’s eyes, squinting at the overwhelming sensation. She was floating as her body quaked, her orgasm taking over. Whatever she was filled with, she wanted more as her walls milked her mate. She drank as much of Robert’s essence as he could give. Soon, her eyes closed in utter bliss.

“You ok there, Mal?” Robert asked, with concern.

“Mhm,” was all she could weakly respond with, her mouth still flooding with his essence as she gulped fox seed into her belly.

“I think we broke her,” Dave added.

“Should we put her down?” the fox asked.

The males gingerly pulled out of the corgi, seed spilling forth from her entrance. They sat her on the counter that Robert had used earlier with the vixen.

“Are you ok in there?” her boyfriend asked.

Mallory gave a drunk smile and giggled from her post-coital high.

“I should probably get her home. Thanks for the fun Rob, if you want to join in again, I’m sure Mal wouldn’t object,” the shepherd smirked as he put his and the corgi’s clothes back on, albeit, somewhat disheveled.

“She has my number, just give me a shout,” he replied, opening the door while Dave escorted his girlfriend through the curious crowd.

“It’s ok, just a bit too much wine,” he chuckled awkwardly as they left.

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By 5 o’clock, the early birds began to filter in, presaging the dinner rush. This was mostly the theater crowds trying to ge a bite off the pre-fixe menu before their shows. They dressed as well as they could, most being lower middle class trying to get a bit of culture.

An hour later, the dinner rush was in full swing, with everyone working at a feverish pace. The front house staff maintained professionalism, however, tempers flared in the kitchen with orders backing up, customers complaining about their food, and the long hours getting to everyone in general.

“Ernesto, where’s my coq au vin for table six? It was supposed to be ready five minutes ago!” Robert shouted across the pass at the sous chef on the other side. The combined noises from metal utensils banging, orders being shouted, the flames from the gas stoves, and various other sounds made for quite a chaotic din.

“I told you, it’ll be ready in a minute! I can’t send raw fucking chicken to the customer, can I?” the chihuahua shouted back.

“Yeah? That didn’t stop you Tuesday when you sent raw Dover sole to table four, did it? I don’t even know how that could happen, it only takes a few minutes to make!” the fox shouted, pushing the chihuahua’s buttons.

“I told you that wasn’t supposed to go out. I set it there so it could cool before I threw it out. I can’t put hot food in the trash, now can I?” the dog spat.

“If it was hot in the first place, it could’ve been sent out! Now get me my fucking coq au vin!” Robert demanded.

“Let’s take this outside, bro! I’ll fuck you up!!” Ernesto shouted, throwing down his tongs as the shorter dog made his way around the pass.

“Bring it!” the fox shouted back, yanking his apron off, trying to lunge at his opponent.

Pete held Robert back as the kitchen staff held the back the sous chef.

“Get over it you two! We have hungry customers out there to serve and I don’t want to wait around for more food to be made because you two get hot under the collar every night. Now kiss and make up like you do every night and get back to work!” the wolf chastised the two.

“Fine!” they both said in unison, shaking hands and hugging, before getting back to work.

Ernesto plated the food and hurriedly slid the food across the pass to Robert.

“Here!” he said quickly before turning his attention to the next order.

“Thank you!” he shouted back, rushing the food to the dining room.

The tension between the kitchen staff and the servers was nothing new. Tension always boiled over during the dinner rush, but the threats that were issued were never taken seriously or personally. Aside from the encounters, the crew ran like a well-oiled machine.

As the evening wore on and the rush died down, the front-end staff got a head start on getting the dining room ready for the next day. Aside from late night stragglers, the restaurant was slow.

Robert stepped into the employee bathroom to wash up. He couldn’t believe the events of the day. First, he had his first experience with a pregnant woman, a fetching vixen. Then he dp’d his ex-girlfriend with her current boyfriend. All that activity combined with the dinner rush sapped the fox of most of his energy. He was about to go, but the chef was busy cooking a staff meal, so he decided to stick around, since he was starving and had no food at home.

Suddenly, there was a loud thumping at the door which startled Robert. He jumped and his tail fuzzed in alarm.

“What?! I’m busy!” he shouted at the offender.

“Let me in, I gotta go!” the voice on the other side demanded.

“I’m almost done, Pete, gimme a sec!” Robert shouted back.

“I gotta go now, bro!” he began to whine.

With soapy hands and face, Robert opened the door to let him in. The wolf practically knocked him over as he rushed to the toilet.

“Fuuuuck, I’ve been holding that in too long,” he breathed a sigh of relief.

After Robert rinsed his face off, the first thing he saw was the wolf’s rather large cock; he couldn’t help but stare at it. Pete noticed him looking and realized the fox was in awe of his manhood.

Smirking, Pete addressed the fox, “It’s ok if you wanna look at it.”

Robert’s face went bright red and he stammered, “I, I, I, no, that, that’s ok! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Bruh, it’s ok, it happens all the time, I’m used to it,” he said as he turned, showing off his considerable length.

Robert bent down for a closeup look. His curiosity got the best of him as he took in the wolf’s musky scent.

“You want to touch it, don’t you? It’s fine, dude. Lots of guys are curious when they see it. I just let them do what they want,” the wolf said, proudly.

He lifted the pointed tip with his fingers and felt the weight. Sliding the palm of his hand under, he cradled it and noticed its warmth. Robert wrapped his fingers around and then realized how much bigger Pete was compared to himself.

Feeling the wolf’s girth begin to grow in his hands, Robert watched as it came to life. As he used both hands on Pete’s hardness, Robert took in the experience of masturbating another male. It was quite different than when he, himself, masturbated. He surprised himself and was enjoying it. Soon, the wolf’s knot began to swell.

The fox gently kneeled the knot as he pumped the wolf’s length. Surprisingly, it didn’t seem such a big deal to him, since the equipment was similar to his own. Sure, the wolf was bigger, but besides the scale, he just did what he did to himself.

“Ohhh, you’re good at this. You almost seem like a professional,” the wolf groaned.

“Just on myself,” Robert replied with a smile.

“This isn’t such a big deal. I’m kinda liking this,” he thought to himself.

Pete closed his eyes, enjoying the unexpected handjob he was given. He felt himself begin to squirt pre as the fox kept the rhythm up. This was much better than any handjob he had gotten from any of the bitches he had been with.

“I’m not gonna lie, bruh, I’m really liking this. You’re way too good,” he said.

“Well, I guess if I ever need a promotion…” he smiled.

Suddenly, the door swung open. The dogs froze in a panic, realizing they had forgotten to lock it. Collette walked into a scene she certainly wasn’t expecting. The fox held the wolf’s cock in his hands, staring wide-eyed at the unexpected visitor.

“Oh my gods, I’m sorry for interrupting you two,” she chuckled as she regained her composure, her eyes fixated at the sight.

Robert went red as he realized all hopes of dating the Brittany were off the table now. How was he to expect her to go out with him after catching him in such a compromising spot? To his surprise, her blue eyes squinted lasciviously into his own as she bit her lip, locking the door behind her and folding her arms in expectation.

“Don’t let me stop you, I want to watch,” she smiled, getting turned on by the sight.

The two males shrugged in response and continued. More pre began leaking from Pete’s tapered tip, spreading onto Robert’s hands. Collette began shifting her hips as she was visibly beginning to get turned on.

“Robert? Could you know… maybe?” she asked coyly, lightly biting her finger.

“Maybe what?” he asked.

Grinning and shifting her hips, she felt her face flush as she worked up the courage to ask the question.

“Ummm… maybe put it in your mouth?” she asked, chewing her nails, her tail thrashing about.

“Uhhh, yeah, I guess I could try…” he responded, unsure.

He looked to the wolf for reassurance.

“Heh, go for it!”

The fox thought to how he liked his blow jobs and used that to guide his very first attempt.

Colette watched as Robert began licking the underside of Pete’s length with his smooth tongue. One hand held the girthy wolf-cock as he worked the length. Working his way up, he bathed the pointed tip, caressing it sensually. He felt it twitch as pre spilled into his open mouth.

“Ohhhh fuuuuck, that feels amazing, bro,” Pete moaned as his tail twitched behind him.

Smiling that his first time with a guy was successful, Robert looked over into Collette’s dark blue eyes and took the tip into his mouth, eyes squinting in pleasure. He came to the realization that it wasn’t so bad afterall.

Robert gently filled his mouth with Pete’s length and caressed the bottom with his soft tongue. Pete closed his eyes and slacked his jaw as the warmth enveloped his wolf-cock. Most guys that he let go down on him were pretty average, but Robert was going at it with more enthusiasm than he expected. At best, he thought he would get a few licks and be done with the experiment.

Colette watched the two males have their fun as the fox’s head bobbed along Pete’s manhood, wet sounds of slurping saliva and pre with the occasional gulp as he took the wolf’s seed into his belly. Robert looked over, his cheeks bulging from having another male in his mouth and looked into Collette’s eyes. As he did, she could feel her lust growing and opened her pants. She slid her hand down the flat of her tummy and found her jewel, prominent and soaked with her essence. It throbbed as she glided her finger over it, sending shivers through her body as she exhaled in relief, slitting her eyes in pleasure.

“Joining in on the fun?” Pete smirked as Robert continued to pleasure him with his mouth.

“Mhm,” was all she could get out before gasping.

“I can smell your scent girl, and it’s fucking amazing,” he groaned as the fox tightened his mouth as he pulled back slowly.

Pulling his head away for a moment, he let his mouth fill with saliva before going in once more. As he waited, he brought the very tip between his lips and began suckling lightly as he felt more wolf-seed spill onto his tongue. He then slowly enveloped the entirety of Pete’s girth down his throat as he nestled snugly against his knot.

“Fuuuck… oh, fuuck, I’ve never been this deep. You’re too good at this!” he gasped, panting at the sensation of his wolf-cock being buried into his work-buddy’s tight throat.

Colette peeled off her pants and panties in one motion and left her bare, waist down for the males to see. Robert got an eyeful of the Brittany’s entrance, soaked in her lust as she hopped on the counter and slid two fingers deep inside.

“Oh shit… I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he gasped as he felt his climax rush forth.

Robert felt the throbbing wolf-cock get harder and harder with every pulse before his mouth flooded with the wolf’s essence. Pete grunted as a second rush of warm fluid forced Robert to swallow his hot, sticky load. Pete whimpered in climax as his length throbbed in the fox’s mouth.

From the counter, Colette added to the occasion as she gasped, her own orgasm overtaking her. Her tail thrashed about behind her as her hands and toes clenched with every pulse her bitch-pussy gave, squeezing her soaked fingers as she eked out as much pleasure as she could. Her scent caught the two males’ noses as they watched her play catch-up.

The Brittany fell back against the wall, catching her breath as she carefully pulled her digits from her womb. Once she was able, she gingerly hopped off the counter and approached Robert. She grabbed the fox’s black ears and pulled him close to her, pressing her lips to his own. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and took in as much of the wolf’s seed as she could.

“That was the hottest thing I ever saw,” she whispered with her faded accent.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” he whispered back.

Colette took his hand and placed it on her entrance, pressing his fingers into her soft petals, making sure to get them nice and coated with her lust.

“Have a taste,” she smiled drunkenly as she guided his fingers to his mouth.

“Is that an invite?” he asked after she pulled her digits back out.

“I think this would be a better invite,” she said, bending over, spreading her knees apart and lifting her tail, displaying herself properly. She looked back, waiting for an answer.

“Bro…” was all the stunned wolf could say.

“I accept!” the fox answered enthusiastically.

“Good,” she chuckled.

The Brittany stood up and started getting dressed.

“You can come back to my place after work. Right now, I’m hungry,” she winked as she stepped out.

The two males stared towards the door, stupefied.

“Bruh… score…” was all Pete could say as he offered his fist to bump.

“Score…” Robert replied, not believing his luck, bumping the wolf’s fist.

“I am so glad I came into work today!”