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A young canine girl, a spaniel was leaning over the cash register, her elbows propped up on the countertop while she rested her chin on her hands. So wore a white polo, a loose beige skirt, she looked as cute as the employee dress code would allow. The pale colors hugged the brown of her fur; her long ears blended neatly in with her hair that fell down past her shoulder.

Courtney stared out across the empty room, looking out through the wide panes of glass that gave her a view of the mostly empty parking lot outside. The only vehicles she could see were parked over by the Pho restaurant, two businesses down.

The store was dead, and less than an hour from closing. A coworker was supposed to cover this shift tonight, but she called out sick today, so Courtney was filling in for her. The only other person in the store was the store manager, Bradley. She could hear him behind her working at one of the computers, he was going through the nightly ritual of getting ready to close out everything for the day so they could close the store.

“You can start checking the bins and take the mats inside.” He broke the silence.

“’Kay!” The canine hopped up from the counter, eager to actually do something and get ready to go.

The store had been a desert for the last hour and a half, a really slow day with no one coming in at all. She started with the trash bins at the front of the store, zipping around to yank the bags out of each bin, cleaning out the one from behind the register, and then taking them to the back where she tossed them in the big green bin near the back door. The storage closet, break room, and bathroom had their own bins, and she hurriedly pulled those out and tossed them into the green bin.

She made another round through the store, stuffing new trash bags into the bins before stepping outside to grab the floor mat outside to bring it in. She carried it to the back before rolling it up and throwing it on the floor next to the green bin, then she stepped out the back door to grab that mat and did the same thing with it.

When she walked back to the front of the store, Bradley was going through the cash register, counting bills out. She watched him flip through a stack of green bills until he finished, counting out a hundred dollars in assorted bills to stick back into the register for tomorrow’s opener. The rest went into a zipper pouch for the safe. He then started going through the credit card receipts and checks.

By the time he was wrapping all that up he was telling him that she could go ahead and lock up.

Giddy, the spaniel hustled to the front door, twisting the lock and jiggling the door to check it. Each window had privacy blinds, and one by one she rolled them down to the floor and made sure they were twisted shut to hide the store’s insides. Behind her, Bradley was putting everything away into the zippered pouch, noisily drawing the zipper shut.

“So, since I covered for Jen tonight, do I still need to work my regular shift tomorrow?” She asked him as he walked to the front to check the door.

Her manager Bradley was an unassuming stallion, brown coat of fur on him that was a bit redder than her own, but he had a mop of black hair that might have been ok looking if he combed it better.

“Do you have someone to cover your shift?” He asked her as she followed him to the back of the store.

“No.” She replied.

“Then you need to come in. It’s just extra money in your pocket.” He told her.

From the front of the store, passing through the Employees Only doorway, you were in the little hallway that got you to everything else. The back room was on the opposite end, and to the sides were the break room, storage room, and manager’s office. Bradley stepped into the office where the big safe was located, and she continued down the hall until she reached the back. Here, mounted onto the wall, was the timeclock. Nothing was digital in this store except for the registers.

He left the manager’s office and locked the door behind him.

She was waiting for him at the timeclock, and he gave her the ok. She plucked her card out of the holder and slipped it into the top of the clock, then pulled the lever. When she removed her timecard, it was freshly inked with tonight’s time and date. She slipped it back into the holder and stepped aside, Bradley then grabbing his own timecard to do the same.

“So, any big plans this weekend?” She asked him.

“Nope, just gonna find out if the Astros win on Saturday.” He replied, putting his timecard back into its slot.

“That a team?” She asked.

“Yeah, baseball. Texas versus Maryland.” He explained.

“Ah, ok. I figured you’d be the type to hang out more.” She told him.

“I mean, I do hang plenty, just not this weekend. I don’t have to have something on every day of the calendar like you kids do.” He told her.

“You’re not that much older than me, and not every day of the calendar has something! Tonight, I’ve got nothing, and then Sunday I don’t think anything is happening, unless I get invited somewhere.” She told him, today being Friday with the spaniel purposely skipping over Saturday and its events.

“You will. Every day its either you or Jen cooking up some new thing to do on campus.” He replied.

“Maybe! It’s good to have things to do.” She rebutted.

He then gestured towards the back door, signaling it was time to leave.

“You should come hang on Saturday. There’s a fun party on campus where me and a bunch of us are going to. You’d fit in.” She told him, beginning to move towards the back door.

“Yeah, and be the third wheel to a bunch of young 20 somethings? Are you just fishing for a designated driver?” He asked.

“No! We were going to be walking anyway, our apartment is right on campus, so the party is maybe five minutes away. There’s even a parking lot out there that’s mostly empty after everyone leaves for home after classes start letting out. You really don’t have any excuse to not come, unless that ball game is that important!” She pressed, wanting to see if she could get him to come around.

“I don’t want to go to your party, Courtney. I’m sorry.” He told her, and she groaned.

“Why do you even want me to go?” He asked her.

“Because you’re fun! You wont stick out at all!” She told him.

“The fact you had to tell me I wouldn’t stick out tells me you were thinking I would.” He pointed out.

She rolled her eyes.

“No, that’s not what I meant at all!” She said.

“Who’s even going to be there? You and who else?” The horse asked.

“ME, and then Jen will be there and Tommy, her B F. Tony wants to go but he might flake out on us.” She started.

“Your boyfriend going?” He asked her.

She made an ugly face.

“He told me he was going to, but now he’s acting like he’s going to his momma’s for the weekend.” She replied.

“Oh, so, you want me to fill in for him, then?” Bradley asked.

She rolled her eyes.

“No! That’s not why. Why would I need you to fill in for him?” She asked.

“Because you’re pestering me pretty hard to go to this party he’s not gonna be at.” He told her.

She rolled the eyes again, but then his hand reached out and caught her by the shoulder and gave her a nudge. Courtney was a light little pushover, and her body flowed with the nudge until her back bumped against the wall. She looked up at him, silent in her confusion as he stared her down, the look he was giving her was intense and questioning, it left her speechless as she watched him.

“You really want me to go?” He asked.

“Yuh.” She told him instantly.

“Kiss me, and I’ll go.” Brad told her in a deadpan.

She furled her brow, her heart suddenly fluttering quietly as she stared up at him, the horse’s larger-than-her build suddenly much more obvious to her senses. Courtney felt out of place, but curiously fuzzy as this was the first time Bradley had ever talked her like this.

“I have a boyfriend.” She reminded him.

“Guess I’m not going then.” He told her, his hand leaving her shoulder so he could turn away to make for the door.

She immediately made another ugly face.

“Oh, just come! It’ll be fun!” She told him sternly, catching him by the elbow with her hand, physically insisting he agree, and also dismissing the idea of her kissing him outright, or so she thought.

“Kiss me then.” He repeated.

Her heart fluttered harder, his eyes were full of intent, and she felt her words catch in her throat as she thought to remind him that she had a boyfriend, but she’d already reminded him she had a boyfriend; so the spaniel froze.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She whispered, holding her scowl as she tried to look up at him defiantly.

He cupped her face in his hands, her breath catching in her throat as he bent down. Her eyes went wide as his lips touched hers for a kiss. Her heart pounded out somersaults as she felt her legs tremble. When he broke the kiss, he continued to cradle her face in his hands.

“Is that why you wanted me to go?” He asked her, rising back up to his full height.

Courtney was speechless, her tail tucking up behind her knees in an effort to curl between her legs. With her knees locked together her tail could do no such thing, she just stood there paralyzed from the face down as she stared up at him with wide eyes. Bradley was really tall, and his hands felt stronger than her boyfriend’s did.

“I didn’t think you’d really do it.” She finally replied in a whisper.

He leaned back down and kissed her again, her pulse quickening in response, her hands reaching up to find his arms. She gripped him by his elbows, feeling his tongue touch against her lips before parting them. She gasped at how quickly he was advancing their kiss, his hands firm on her face. Her hands tightened their grip on his arms, but as he kissed her deeply, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.

Despite her fear and reservations, she felt herself melting under his touch, her tail tucked behind her but with the base wiggling back and forth sheepishly as her trembling grew into excitement.

Bradley stopped his kiss and looked down at her.

“Do you even know how to kiss?” He asked her, his eyes staring right into hers.

His eyes took her aback, shocked her. She nodded, her head fighting against the grip of his hands.

“Yuh.” She whispered.

“Then fucking kiss me.” He told her and pushed his lips back to hers.

This time she kissed him back, almost immediately that trembling energy she felt floated up to her own lips, her tongue out and sparring with his. She kissed him back, hungrier than anything she’d done in her life, and that triggered something in the stallion when he felt it. He started kissing her aggressively, and together they kept fighting with their lips and tongues, the noise of their kiss the only sound audible in the store.

He let go of her face and reached down, finding her waist. When she felt him grab her around her middle, she shivered. It was a good shiver, the nervous energy she was feeling becoming explosive as he continued to touch her. His hands moved up, their lips smacking loudly, then he cupped both of her breasts.

She gasped into his mouth, but he silenced her quickly by kissing her harder. He was kneading her breasts through her polo, mashing his hands into them, squeezing them tight through her polo. She reached for his wrists, wanting to stop him, but he was strong, too strong. She was powerless to stop him as he kept kneading her chest, pushing her breasts together until they ached.

“Bradley!” She spat, breaking their kiss as her hands desperately clung to his wrists.

“I hate these stupid polos.” He almost growled, his hands grabbing her breasts firmly, pushing them up her chest until the fabric touched the underside of her chin.

She gasped, rising onto the tips of her toes, her hands trembling as her knees locked tightly together.

“But they make your tits look huge.” He told her, then kissed her again.

Her protest was quickly muffled, their tongues naturally sparring against each other again as he took her with his mouth. Her grip on his wrist started off tight, defensive, but as his tongue swirled inside her mouth, exploring her insides, a rivulet of spit now trailing down the side of her mouth…

She loosened her grip, her back arching as her chest was pushed out and into his waiting hands. He broke the kiss and dipped his head down into the crook of her neck. She tilted her head to the side, felt his lips touch the fur of her neck as he began to kiss her again.

“B-Bradley.” She whined, weak willed and willing, her heart thudding against the inside of her ribcage as she dared to let him go further and further than just a kiss.

He let go of her breasts, letting them drop back down until the straps of her bra snapped taut under her polo. He reached for her waistline, and she felt him grab the sides of the polo, giving the cotton fabric a yank. He tugged it free, breaking the tucked in seal of her skirt until she felt his hands snake up her stomach. His hands trailed upward, gliding over the fur of her tummy until he found her bra.

As his hands spread out, gliding to the sides of her breasts under the polo, he lifted his head from the crook of her neck. She felt his lips on her cheeks, he kissed her again, his hands sliding behind her back. When he found her lips, his hands were searching for the clasp of her bra. He unhooked her bra at the same time he kissed her, her breasts sagging under their own heavy weight. She whined into his mouth, tongues twirling and swirling with a new manic intensity.

Her breathing was hot and heavy, her chest rising and falling quickly as he moved his hands back to her chest to tug at the cups of her bra. The cups came loose, pulled down below the heft of her breasts. She squeaked when he groped her bare on the chest, a pair of strong hands squeezing into her soft flesh, her nipples suddenly perked with arousal.

Courtney felt one of his knees pushing between her legs, his large body pressing her tight to the wall. His knee tapped the wall before he began to pry her leg to the side. Soon, his second knee joined the first, her legs both being pushed to the sides as he dominated her with his presence, his kiss growing in intensity as he hungrily dug in with his tongue, spit now running down both of her chins.

He yanked his hands out from under her polo, her tits falling free. She gasped into the kiss, muffled by his lips, when he grabbed her under her ass and lifted her up the wall. Her legs naturally spread, wrapping around his middle out of primal instinct, a need to be held. Her skirt lifted, following the natural motions of their bodies, sliding up her sides to give way to the new presence of a man’s body, Courtney feeling his warmth and heat as he pressed himself to her.

Sandwiched between the horse and the wall, she was drawn to him, electrified. The wall was cold, chilly, but he was warm and hot. Her legs gripped him tighter, and her hands searched for fresh handholds. She found his neck, wrapping her arms around him.

A large lump was now jammed up against her crotch, the denim clad bulge of his cock ground up against the thin lace protection of her panties. A little voice in the back of her mind screamed at her that she was cheating on her boyfriend, but an even louder voice shouted that Bradley was a horse and she’d never been with one of those before!

He broke the kiss, and dove back into the crook of her neck, his hands sliding back up her sides and under her polo.

“Bradley!” She gasped his name, clinging to him, her heart pounding long and loud, a drumbeat of both lust and fear as he held her against the wall.

He kept kissing her neck, then her collar bone, then back to neck, planting kisses everywhere he could reach. Under her chin, to the side of her jaw, her cheek, and finally back to her lips.

She hungrily kissed him back, the thrill and danger of what she was doing consuming her just as his hands were now back to consuming her tits. His grip hungrily consumed her breasts, grabbing and squeezing, mashing and kneading. He played with her breasts roughly, owning them, using them like toys. No one had ever touched her like this before, no one had ever pushed himself onto her so boldly. Her body was on fire; he’d lit her up like a Christmas tree.

When he started grinding his hips into hers, she was panting, she let go of his neck and found his back, running her fingernails down his body, dragging lines down the fabric of his shirt. He bounced her against the wall, her body momentarily weightless until she dropped back down against his hips, his crotch pressed tight to her mound. He started dry humping her.

Without sparing it a single thought she humped back, rocking her hips on instinct, his crotch rubbing up and down her panty covered slit, the coarse denim of his pants sliding noisily across her silken petals.

She felt it growing inside her, a heat spreading, an electric feeling that started low and drifted higher and higher in all directions. The arrival of climax grew ever nearer as he increased his speed, now roughly pressing his hips to her. He wasn’t just dry humping, nothing gentle about his actions at all. He was insatiable, loudly breathing through his nose as he continued to kiss her. He was dry fucking her, the wall behind her creaking as he slapped his hips against her pussy, his denim bulge angrily dragging up and down her pussy. The thin protection of her panties couldn’t stop what was coming, and Courtney reached down.

She found his ass, and clung to him, some of her fingers finding their way into his back pockets. Her fingernails dug into the denim, her legs began to squeeze at him tightly, and then the electric fire growing inside her exploded.

All at once Courtney saw the light of the sun and a sea of stars as a powerful climax hit her. She hadn’t been prepared, her body exploding, suddenly thrashing as her back arched, her pussy clenching and gripping at nothing as she soaked herself, her panties incapable of containing the spray as she also soaked his jeans.

She nearly clawed him, desperately, violently, holding onto his ass while her legs kicked out behind him.

“Bradley!” She screamed, shuddering, breaking from his kiss as the throes of climax washed over her from head to toe.

He let go over her tits and held onto her as she quivered and quaked. The pitter patter of droplets hitting the tile soon became one of only two sounds in the hall. Her cum hitting the floor, and their heavy breathing.

“Christ, didn’t expect you to pop like that.” He panted down at her.

A cold sensation blew over her damp pussy, the evening air chilling her body, and all of a sudden, a rush of clarity hit her. The reality of what they had just done crashed over her in waves much the same as her orgasm had done moments before. Whatever pleasure she’d felt was now replaced by panic, and she found herself moving on autopilot.

She struggled out of his grip, her feet touching the floor, nearing toppling to the ground with how weak her legs felt from her climax.

“I should go! I should really go.” She stammered.

“Ok, ok!” He replied, startled.

“I really should go, I’ll be late.” She stammered again.

“Alright, that’s cool.” He told her as she stumbled away, pulling her skirt back down her legs, the cool air chilling her inner thighs, revealing just how far down her climax had reached when she’d popped against his crotch.

“I’m sorry, I just should really go!” She told him again as she reached the door and escaped out the back.

She left him behind, staggering through the back lot, until she found her car. Her bra was a jumbled mess under her polo, her hands shaking as she searched for her keys, finally turning the ignition and speeding off and towards the campus that she called home. Before she could even go inside, she had to fix her bra, get it straight and get the clasp reset.

When she reached her bedroom, she was still shaking, feeling heavy with guilt as she put away her things. Her clothing felt filthy on her fur, so she tugged off one item after another. Her panties were no longer sopping, just a warm damp bundle of fabric that had long since soaked into the seat of her car. Everything she had been wearing was dumped into the hamper. Hiding from the mirror, she took a shower, letting it soak her down to her core to wash away the guilt of what she’d done with Bradley.

It wouldn’t wash away no matter how hard she tried. When she next left the bathroom, she checked her phone and thought of sending her boyfriend a text but couldn’t do it. She collapsed onto bed, face buried into her pillow with her phone in hand. Her boyfriend’s face was staring at her from the screen, his photo in her profile smiling at her.

She stared back at him from her pillow, then reached down. She pushed her hand between her legs and found her guilty pussy. She felt nothing when her fingers touched herself. She felt tapped out, empty, rung out. It made her frustrated, watching her boyfriend in the photo and yet feeling no passion from her hand as she sought to soothe her guilty conscience.

Courtney grabbed another pillow and shoved it between her legs. She started grinding, thinking that if she could make herself feel something on her own, under the watchful gaze of her boyfriend, that maybe her heartache would fade. It didn’t.

It just made her feel worse the longer she stared at his photo.

Her phone then buzzed in her hand, a notification appearing at the top of her screen. The name that flashed made her heart stop, a wave of cold washing over her as her hips stopped dead.

She let go of the phone, letting it fall flat to the bed. Courtney tapped her notifications, then tapped on the message. Her boyfriend’s face vanished and was replaced by text messages. At the top the name read ‘Bradley’, and every text in the window was about work, except the most recent.

“Hey. I’m just checking in to see if you’re ok?” He was asking.

She stared at her phone for several minutes until finally her hand touched the screen. Slowly, she began to tap a reply. What started as one word, grew to two, and then to several. When she was done, she stared at it for a long while before she hit send.

“I’m ok. I wasn’t ready for anything to go that far. I’m sorry if I scared you.” She sent.

She closed her eyes and waited, burying her face into the pillow. When her phone buzzed again, she looked.

“I shouldn’t have let anything happen. I was responsible, I’m sorry Courtney.” He replied.

She started tapping a reply, then deleted it. She started again and deleted it again. She didn’t know what to say. As she tried to start a third time, she stopped to reread his texts, hearing his voice say the words in her head. Her fingertip touched the screen and began to type.

“You kissed me, so you have to go to the party Saturday. You’re not allowed to flake out!” She typed just the way she knew she’d type if she’d been normal about everything.

She didn’t feel normal about anything at all, but she could fake it, mashing a fake smile onto her face as she stared at her phone. After a bit, he replied.

“You’re right, I’ll be there! Again, I’m sorry about tonight. It won’t happen again.” He told her.

She flexed, her whole body, at the recent memory of ‘tonight’. The memory of him holding er body tight to the wall, carrying her like she was nothing, pinning her in place while he dominated her with his will. She shuddered, her hand shaking as she started typing.

“It’s ok! I’m just stupid and tried too hard to make you go to a party. Just promise not to tell anyone how dumb I am, ok?” She asked him.

She shuddered again, burying her face back into the pillow. Now, frustratingly, her body wanted to move. Now, painfully, her body wanted to feel something. Courtney hugged the pillow tight between her legs, growing upset with herself that only now that she was texting with Bradley, was her body willing to find warmth again.

The phone buzzed.

“I promise! I swear. 1000% percent a secret.” He assured her.

A secret.

Her hips started to grind, and they weren’t on autopilot. She was grinding them. She typed a reply, telling him thank you, and that she needed to go to bed. She told him goodnight. He replied back.

“Goodnight, Courtney!” Was his last message.

She kept grinding, her face buried into the pillow. After a few minutes she shuddered again, all over, goosebumps of lightning dancing across her back as she felt the rush of climax, but it was nothing compared to what Bradley made her feel.