# C.C.S.

Author: Tagenar
Tags: Anal, Dinosaur, Fox, M/M, Musk, Oral

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"C.C.S."

by Tagenar

Copyright 2010

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov was convinced that malls were exclusively indoor outlets for clothing stores.&nbsp; Overpriced, overhyped clothing stores-the kind where the founders obviously put more thought into the logo than the inventory.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; How do they stay in business? thought the saurian as he walked with the crowd.&nbsp; Where he came from, there were no such frivolous businesses.&nbsp; A business existed to provide a useful product or service, not to deceive people into buying an inferior brand that is perceived as superior only by its image.&nbsp; On Grov's world, your product was either good, or it wasn't.&nbsp; But on this world, it seemed to be the way to do business, which fascinated Grov.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His girlfriend, Stace, walked by his side, and her friends and their boyfriends surrounded them.&nbsp; They moved through the mall as one, walked into stores as one, and left as one.&nbsp; A mixed group of fur with him being the only scale, and the only foreigner.&nbsp; Stace was a wolf, probably attracted to him only because he was different and not very much for him personally.&nbsp; He didn't mind.&nbsp; Sex with a canine was even better than his friends back home had joked about.&nbsp; Grov felt lucky to be accepted as an exchange student; the education after school was worth leaving everything a thousand light years behind.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The mall was actually a boring place to be.&nbsp; It hadn't always been.&nbsp; A few short years ago it had been full of toy stores, electronics stores, novelty shops, cool little science-themed stores he always loved.&nbsp; All gone.&nbsp; The lack of anything interesting meant he wandered around for hours lost in thought and nothing would distract him.&nbsp; He got the feeling that the other boyfriends felt more or less the same way.&nbsp; Just tagging along with their girlfriends to clothing store after clothing store after fragrance shop after scarf outlet.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Yes, they were in a scarf outlet.&nbsp; Scarf.&nbsp; Outlet.&nbsp; Grov never thought he'd use those two words together, but here was the pinnacle of triviality.&nbsp; Stace pulled nearly invisible pieces of fabric off hooks and shelves, flailed them around, threw them around her neck and looked at herself in the mirror.&nbsp; The other girls compared scarves, tried them on each other, laughed, tried scarves on their boyfriends for wags.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov shook his head as he looked at himself in the mirror wearing a black scarf made of cotton mesh.&nbsp; His girlfriend insisted the black went well with his rusty scales.&nbsp; Grov didn't see the point in clothing period.&nbsp; He wore a shirt and shorts to fit in with the locals, but in his case it was needless.&nbsp; He had no visible parts to cover up, and the climate around here was so warm he wondered why anyone bothered.&nbsp; Grov looked at the price tag attached to the nearly invisible piece of fabric.&nbsp; He could book a trip back to his homeworld for about the same cost.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov just now realized that the entire clothing business was frivolous.&nbsp; The only way it could survive was to convince everyone that it was socially unacceptable not to cover the body, even though it was already covered.&nbsp; Now the big question: conspiracy, or stupidity?&nbsp; He'd have to write his college thesis on that topic next year.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov side glanced at one of the other boyfriends, a spotted rat, also wearing a black scarf and looking at himself in the mirror.&nbsp; He didn't know his name, but his girl was named Holly.&nbsp; The rat glanced at Grov, and shook his head imperceptibly at the saurian.&nbsp; Grov nodded.&nbsp; Another thing that absolutely fascinated him was how much other species had in common.&nbsp; Some things were universally felt, and none was more universal than the gender gap.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After another twenty minutes they left the scarf outlet and wandered around the mall as a group.&nbsp; Who was leading them?&nbsp; None of the girls were, and their boyfriends were just following.&nbsp; Was it instinct?&nbsp; Impulse?&nbsp; Radio waves?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They stopped in three shops that carried nothing but hats, two that carried nothing but underwear, one that specialized in high-priced vests.&nbsp; "inVesTment."&nbsp; This last store was geared at males, but it was the girls that dragged their boyfriends inside.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Inside inVesTment, Stace tried several vests on Grov.&nbsp; He thought he looked ridiculous.&nbsp; What was the point of a vest?&nbsp; It failed in every possible function of a coat, yet an entire store was devoted to them.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; After an hour of it, Grov wanted to go home.&nbsp; The longer Grov was in this mall the more he wondered if there was a such thing as a useful store these days.&nbsp; Why had he come here in the first place?&nbsp; He'd done this a dozen times and it was always the same, especially at this mall.&nbsp; Then Grov looked away from the mirror and found Stace.&nbsp; She was helping a female skunk try a vest on her semi-willing boyfriend.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Girls always complained that their boyfriends never showed them how much they care.&nbsp; They never noticed that their boyfriends went with them to places they'd rather not go, doing things they couldn't care less about, all just to spend time with them.&nbsp; His species didn't smile per se, but he'd gotten better at imitating the expression since he arrived at the start of high school.&nbsp; He smiled now in his own way.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They finally left inVesTment and wandered around to various other specialty shops.&nbsp; The group meandered into the food court, and they sat together, boyfriends clinging to girlfriends as they pretended to participate in conversation.&nbsp; Pair by pair they broke away for a bite to eat.&nbsp; Grov was hungry, but first...

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Be back," he told Stace.&nbsp; "Bathroom."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You want me to order your usual?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah, sure."&nbsp; He reached into his pocket and handed her a few bills.&nbsp; Paper currency was also a novelty for him, but over the years he'd come to take it for granted.&nbsp; "Thanks, Stace."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She nodded, tail swaying, and turned around and followed two of her friends.&nbsp; Grov flash-fantasized about all the things he would do to that ass tonight, then walked out of the food court to the bathroom.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He quickly relieved himself, then stepped back out into the murmur and clicking footsteps of shoppers.&nbsp; Directly in front of him was an unfamiliar storefront.&nbsp; _C.C.S._ read the small sign over its door.&nbsp; No even a proper sign; it looked like the letters had been salvaged from the signs of other failed shops that left the mall recently.&nbsp; Grov recognized the C from Cinder (a failed underwear store), and the S from Lumens (a candle store that left the mall last year).

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The store was deserted, and a lone fox was standing behind the counter, discreetly reading a magazine.&nbsp; Other than the counter, and a curtain behind him, the store was completely empty.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Puzzled, Grov glanced at the food court.&nbsp; Stace was not back at the table, so she was in line still.&nbsp; Grov walked across the floor, dodging traffic in both directions and stepped inside the store.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The store had no decorations on the walls, no music playing, no shelves, nothing on the countertop except the magazine; and yet the fox was wearing a dress shirt and slacks with a tie.&nbsp; The kind of getup you'd expect to see store employees wear in establishments that still called them "clerks."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Afternoon, sir," said the fox.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Uh, afternoon," Grov said, looking around for something to look at.&nbsp; There was only the fox.&nbsp; "What is this place?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox smiled and his tail wagged.&nbsp; "This is the C.C.S.&nbsp; Custom Condom Shop."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov blinked.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Excuse the sparse setup," said the fox.&nbsp; "I only just opened up last week and I haven't had time to decorate or anything."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov blinked again.&nbsp; He was still a mile behind the fox's train of thought.&nbsp; "Custom Condom Shop?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That's right," said the fox.&nbsp; "My name is Paul, what's your name?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Grov..."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox nodded.&nbsp; "Let me guess.&nbsp; That's not your real name."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, nobody on this planet can pronounce my real name, so I go by..."&nbsp; Grov realized he'd been caught off guard, and he was spitting out anything he was asked to say.&nbsp; "Wait-&nbsp; Are you serious?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul leaned on the counter.&nbsp; "I hear that a lot.&nbsp; Let me explain.&nbsp; I've always been taught find a niche and fill it.&nbsp; And I saw there was a need for a personalized product."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov laughed.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox only smiled.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You are serious!" Grov said.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You ever try to use a condom, Grov?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah, a couple times...&nbsp; And...&nbsp; You're right.&nbsp; It wasn't comfortable...&nbsp; And...&nbsp; Stace wants to use 'em, says it'll be cleaner.&nbsp; I don't understand why, I mean she don't have to worry about me getting her pregnant so...&nbsp; Why am I telling you this?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox gestured broadly.&nbsp; "The standard condom was designed to be one-style-fits-all, and it's just a tube.&nbsp; Are you shaped like a tube?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The air in here felt strange.&nbsp; Grov panted a little.&nbsp; "No."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Exactly!&nbsp; Who is?&nbsp; Who designed these things?&nbsp; The idea actually came to us from another planet.&nbsp; Some species who is shaped like that brought the idea to this world, and it didn't change at all.&nbsp; A lot of their ideas came to this world unchanged, but why?&nbsp; Look at all those clothes stores out there.&nbsp; There's an infinite number of sizes and styles and fabrics of everything.&nbsp; They exist for one reason: to try to reach that tiny group of people who will happen to like that size, that style, that color, that pattern, and then get 'em hooked on it.&nbsp; It's mass-produced individualism.&nbsp; We can have an entire store devoted to scarves of all shapes and sizes.&nbsp; Condoms should be just as personal."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov blinked.&nbsp; "I'm...&nbsp; I actually follow that logic.&nbsp; And that scares me."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul smiled and opened a waist-high door in the counter.&nbsp; He gestured to the curtain behind him.&nbsp; "Would you care for a free sample?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov stared at the fox for a moment.&nbsp; The fox smelled strange, this place made him feel weird, and his head said he should leave, but he figured Stace was probably still ordering.&nbsp; Eh, it was free, and it was the most interesting thing he'd seen all day.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Sure, let's see what you got."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox closed the little door behind Grov, then pulled the curtain slightly aside.&nbsp; Grov crouched under it and stood upright on the other side.&nbsp; The curtain closed.&nbsp; There was nothing here except a door, which led to a storeroom generic to all stores in the mall.&nbsp; No shelves, no tables.&nbsp; The carpet and walls were just as bare as the storefront.&nbsp; Only a chair was against the left wall, with a towel neatly folded in its seat.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, where are they?" Grov said.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Where are what?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I thought you said you had as many varieties as the scarf outlet."&nbsp; He figured the fox had to keep them behind the curtain because families walked the mall.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox stepped in front of him and smiled.&nbsp; "I said there should be as many varieties.&nbsp; If they already existed I wouldn't be here."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Come again?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "This is a _custom_ fit.&nbsp; I need to take your measurements."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You...&nbsp; You want me to...?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'll get you a perfect fit."&nbsp; Paul smiled warmly and reached out with a hand and placed it on Grov's chest.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov froze.&nbsp; This place wasn't what he expected...but for some reason it didn't feel unusual.&nbsp; The air in here.&nbsp; It must be the air in here.&nbsp; He was sure it was doing something to him.&nbsp; Now that he was behind a curtain and alone with the fox he was sure it was Paul's scent.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul felt Grov's chest through his shirt.&nbsp; His hand wandered down to his stomach.&nbsp; He was smiling.&nbsp; The scent in the store was getting stronger.&nbsp; It made thinking difficult.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I've never met a saurian before," said the fox.&nbsp; "I always wondered...&nbsp; What race are you?&nbsp; Forgive me, but I can't tell."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm a...&nbsp; I'm a...&nbsp; uh..."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul was pulling his shorts down.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm ... You'd call me a... a Trex...&nbsp; I think."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Mmmm," moaned the fox as he reached under Grov's shirt and felt the bare scales.&nbsp; "T-rex.&nbsp; And the word is borrowed from another language.&nbsp; We don't' have a word for your kind here.&nbsp; I've never met one before, and I am dying to know your dimensions."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul was feeling his slit at the same time he felt his chest.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah...&nbsp; uh, sure..."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov poked out of his slit.&nbsp; At first sight of it the fox held it and rubbed the tip.&nbsp; It slid out even further.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You exercise?" said the fox as he rubbed.&nbsp; "You look like you do."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Uh...&nbsp; No...actually, no. &nbsp;My kind is just...just like this."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Ah, so it's not just a rumor."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox had his whole hand over it, stroking it gently back and forth.&nbsp; His other hand had wandered from the chest down to the stomach, and was now reaching around and feeling his rear.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And this is beautiful," said the fox.&nbsp; He gave Grov's member a few squeezes, making sure it was completely hard.&nbsp; "I can tell you need what I'm selling.&nbsp; Condoms aren't designed to fit over ridges like this."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov barely understood what the fox was talking about his scent was so strong by now.&nbsp; Paul knelt down, opened his muzzle and took the whole thing in one long gulp.&nbsp; Grov gasped and his hips thrust a little.&nbsp; The fox smiled with a full muzzle, closed his eyes and suckled like a puppy.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul turned his head clockwise, counterclockwise, working his tongue over and around the whole length and girth.&nbsp; He purposefully slipped it between every ridge, every nook, felt every vein.&nbsp; Grov couldn't help it; he held the fox by the back of the head and stroked his ears.&nbsp; The fox felt Grov's rear, even giving his tail a feel and a squeeze.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A few minutes later, the fox opened his mouth, unhooked himself from Grov and stood up.&nbsp; Grov stood there, panting and moaning, looking at the fox in total surprise.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I have your measurements," said Paul.&nbsp; "And I gotta say, you're my most interesting client yet!&nbsp; Everything about saurians is rock solid.&nbsp; Your body, your tail.&nbsp; No fluff, no give, just RR" Paul smacked his fists together, grinning.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov stood there, hard on still sticking out.&nbsp; "What did you...?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "There's a chair over there, and a towel.&nbsp; Wait there, I'll only be a few minutes."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox turned around, opened the door and disappeared.&nbsp; He shut the door and locked it behind him.&nbsp; Grov remained standing, hard on raging to the open air.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A minute later the air in the room cleared a little, and his brain could string two thoughts together in a row.&nbsp; He looked where Paul had gestured and took a step.&nbsp; His legs caught, and he remembered his shorts were down by his ankles.&nbsp; He pulled them up over his hard on.&nbsp; The shorts did not cover it, just held it in place against his stomach.&nbsp; His legs now free, he walked to the chair, picked up the towel and sat down.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He wiped his member of the saliva.&nbsp; He was tempted to finish, but the air was clearing fast and the hard on was fading with it.&nbsp; He had time to think.&nbsp; Time to question whether or not that just happened.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It reminded him of when doctors gave little children shots.&nbsp; They talked to the kids while they're doing it to distract them from the pain.&nbsp; Paul had done that to him.&nbsp; Gotten him talking to get his mind off what he was doing...&nbsp; Which was...

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Was he just raped?&nbsp; In the mall?&nbsp; With families and little kids walking by?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His head was still a little fuzzy, and the only thought that would stick in his mind right now was _that was the best blowjob I've ever had...and I didn't even finish!_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Time passed.&nbsp; Various sounds came from the storeroom.&nbsp; Small machines whirring, computers clicking.&nbsp; Meanwhile his member retreated back into his slit.&nbsp; He didn't quite know what he was waiting for.&nbsp; Something kept him here.&nbsp; Perhaps hope that Paul would do that again.&nbsp; He felt only vaguely guilty getting a blowjob from someone besides Stace, but what the hell, _that_ was worth the tantrum she'd throw.&nbsp; Maybe if he got these two together Paul could teach her how to suck a dick like that.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His mind was cleared up enough for him to consider that his food was getting cold and Stace and the others were probably wondering where he was.&nbsp; Then the door unlocked and swung inward.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul walked in, carrying a single rolled up ring in a paw.&nbsp; He was grinning ear to ear.&nbsp; Grov's head started to fog up again.&nbsp; Suddenly all he could think about throwing his shorts aside and letting the fox work him again.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Your design is ready," Paul said.&nbsp; "If you like you can take it home, try it with your girlfriend and if you like it you can come back.&nbsp; I have your pattern on file now so making a box's worth will take less than fifteen minutes."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov snarled and launched himself out of the chair.&nbsp; His member was back out of his slit and already three-quarters hard.&nbsp; He crossed the distance to the door in three strides, snatched the fox up and slammed him against the wall, sprawled out.&nbsp; He panted and growled in Paul's face.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "How did I know?" Paul said, snickering.&nbsp; "Put this on first.&nbsp; Blue line up."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov had just barely the presence of mind to understand that.&nbsp; He snatched the thing from Paul's hand, dropped his shorts and placed the ring on his prominent tip.&nbsp; There was a thick, blue line on one side of the rolled ring.&nbsp; Subconsciously he lined it up with the top middle of his shaft and rolled it down.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The condom was warm, and it slid on easier than anything he'd ever tried before.&nbsp; Just the act of wrapping it up was like having sex, and Grov moaned and panted.&nbsp; He waved it around, testing it.&nbsp; It wasn't tight and didn't feel like his ridges were going to poke through it and split the whole thing apart.&nbsp; Grov almost came right then just feeling it.&nbsp; Instead of being stretched taut over his ridges, the condom conformed to them, and to each vein, every crevice, every bump in the flesh.&nbsp; Normal condoms saran-wrapped it.&nbsp; This was a vacuum seal!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He looked up at the fox.&nbsp; Paul had removed his pants, turned around and was braced against the wall.&nbsp; Grov's hard on carried him forward.&nbsp; He held Paul tight around the shoulders and pushed himself under Paul's tail.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul moaned lightly, trying to keep the noise down.&nbsp; Grov kept going, sinking deeper and deeper until he was hilted.&nbsp; When he was in, the fog in his head took over, and Grov plowed him harder than he ever did Stace.&nbsp; He wrapped his arms around the fox and used that as leverage as he thrust long and deep.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul felt the arms that held him.&nbsp; Reached up and felt the neck and back of the body holding him down.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Damn..." Paul gasped.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov thrusted a few dozen times.&nbsp; Then his fingers unwrapped, and he moved a hand down to Paul's maleness.&nbsp; Grov stroked it up and down, up and down while he thrust the fox fast and hard.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov felt a knot swell.&nbsp; He squeezed it, fascinated.&nbsp; He'd never felt a knot before, and always wanted to ask what it was like, but none of his canine friends would talk about it.&nbsp; The fox reached down, grabbed his pants and held them over his member.&nbsp; He finished in them.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The musk of fox scent now overwhelmed Grov's already fogged mind, and he thrust hard and deep.&nbsp; His body roared and released.&nbsp; Paul held onto Grov's arm as the saurian finished.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fog faded.&nbsp; Grov slowly realized where he was, and what he'd just done, but he was too exhausted to be surprised.&nbsp; He pulled out.&nbsp; The condom was full.&nbsp; It hadn't broken.&nbsp; It was still firmly in place.&nbsp; Paul straightened up, reached into the room beyond the door and took out a trash can.&nbsp; He held it up to Grov.&nbsp; Grov took the hint, slipped the condom off and plopped it in.&nbsp; Paul placed the can behind the door.&nbsp; He tossed the soiled pair of "clerk" slacks into the room, pulled a new pair out and closed the door.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Both stood there for a moment, panting.&nbsp; Paul still had that professional retail clerk composure, even while his softening hard on dripped on the carpet.&nbsp; He pulled his clean slacks up, straightened his shirt.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov had the presence of mind to pull his shorts up.&nbsp; He looked at Paul.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm not gay..." &nbsp;It was the only thing he could think to say.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I know," said Paul.&nbsp; "It's happened with every one of my clients.&nbsp; I'm told my scent is very strong.&nbsp; Makes people do things they wouldn't normally do.&nbsp; And you know how customer service is.&nbsp; People wanna try before they buy."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "How the...?&nbsp; How did you do that?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul laughed.&nbsp; "My muzzle has a better memory than my brain.&nbsp; I used to blow my friends, and afterwards I'd be able to draw their things in detail.&nbsp; I thought of a way to use the skill.&nbsp; Made a machine, hooked it up to computer art tools.&nbsp; Any design I can draw, I can make."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov stood panting, his head was clearing, but not fast enough to take in all this new information.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paul leaned back against the wall, smiling warmly.&nbsp; "So what'd you think?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov swayed a little.&nbsp; He felt off balance.&nbsp; "How much?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The fox smiled.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Ten minutes later he walked into the food court carrying a small, unmarked plastic bag.&nbsp; He found the group and sat down next to Stace.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Where the hell have you been?" she said.&nbsp; "We've been looking for you for an hour!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Everyone in their group joined in on the question.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I was shopping," said Grov, gesturing to the bag.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Your food's cold," said Stace.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Still edible."&nbsp; He immediately began eating.&nbsp; "I found this great store we should go to."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What store?" said the white rat sitting across from him.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov eyed him and winked.&nbsp; "A store for the boys."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Really?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh yeah.&nbsp; I think you and Holly should go there first.&nbsp; C.C.S. just around the corner."&nbsp; Grov pointed.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What do they sell?&nbsp; Will I like it?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You'll see."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov took a bite of his food.&nbsp; It was cold, and the appeal was lost on the taste buds, but he was so hungry he didn't care.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Go now," he said to the rat.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Now?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Just you and her.&nbsp; Go.&nbsp; The store only services one customer at a time."&nbsp; Grov thought about that fox taking the rat's measurements.&nbsp; It made him laugh through his nose while he chewed.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't get it."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "We can't all go there as a group, just one couple at a time."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Why?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "'Cause that's the only way to do customer service right."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The rat shrugged, and he got up.&nbsp; He walked a couple seats over and tapped Holly on the shoulder.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Grov chewed and swallowed.&nbsp; Too quick, he knew, but he couldn't slow down.&nbsp; After he swallowed, he smiled.&nbsp; A genuine, local smile.&nbsp; Finally a shop in a mall that deserved to be in business.

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