FSE

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Author: Jake-Rabbit

Twitter: @DamnDirtyFurry

http://jake-rabbit.sofurry.com/

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“Hey Cat! Some lady is out front, says she wants to see a manager."

Darren was casually fishing a joint out of his pocket, the lemur on a beeline for the back exit of the store. He wanted to avoid the inevitable screaming meltdown that came with people who used that phrase. Caitlynn cautiously poked her head out from the back office; large, round mouse ears canted forwards. She pushed her thick, rectangular glasses back up her nose.

“You know there's no manager tonight." Caitlynn responded.

“Yeah? No shit. But I know you have seniority. So get at it, sister. Go make that customer happy." His grin could not have gotten wider.

“You're a dick, Darren." Caitlynn sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Yep. I'm going to go outside and have a toke. Feel free to come join me when you're done making Ms. Purple-haired priss there a satisfied customer of Taggart's Market." Darren had just put his hand on the doorhandle when he felt Caitlynn press up against his back and grab his arm. Looking back, he saw sheer panic in her face.

“Cat? What's wrong?"

“Did you say purple haired? Like, is it purple or a light, uh, lavender?" Caitlynn squeezed her arm around Darren, keeping him on the hook.

“Well, uh, I guess it's kinda lighter. I'd say it's like a lilac, maybe. Done up in a braid over her shoulder." Darren dislodged Caitlynn's hand from his arm and turned to face her, genuinely concerned.

“She a mouse?" Caitlynn was looking up him, the shorter mouse's blue eyes wide behind her the thick lenses of her glasses.

“Yeaaaaaah? Say, Cat, if you know this chick and she's trouble, I can stick around…or do I need to call the cops?"

Caitlynn startled. “No-no-no! Uh, I mean, you don't have to call the cops. Uh, you don't have to stick around, go take a break… Go enjoy yourself, yep, take your time." She pressed her hands to his belly and started to push him out, as if willing him past the closed door.

Darren's face belied confusion for a short moment, and then a sly smile spread across his lips. He lifted a hand to sort through his short, black hair, his eyes wide.

“Shut UP! You totally know her, don't you?" Darren's mischievous smile showed against his black muzzle almost like the Cheshire Cat.

“S-Sorta, yeah. She came in here a couple days a-"

Darren interrupted. “Couple days ago, and you found her pretty hot. Oh, you dirty girl. Wow. I mean, we just talked about whether you'd date a girl ever, I didn't expect you-"

“Darren, one more word out of your mouth and I will kick you in the balls so hard you'll hear them rolling in your skull. Now go take a break. That's an order."

Darren laughed and then leaned in to kiss Caitlynn on the cheek. He stood at attention and saluted. “Yes'm. Going for a break ma'am. May I be dismissed ma'am?"

Caitlynn punched him in the shoulder. “Fuck off. And don't burn through all of that before I get out there, okay?"

“Yes ma'am. I'll be out back getting stoned while you deal with the tough customers. Try not to let them completely lick you." Darren sniggered at his own joke, but ended up walking out the back door rubbing a newly throbbing shoulder. For being so small, Caitlynn really packed a punch.

Caitlynn cautiously peeked around the corner towards the customer service counter, spotting the same mouse she'd seen a couple days before. Grey and white fur, with her hair dyed a light lavender, and done in a braid lopped over her shoulder, bangs framing a cute, slightly cheeky face; white fur with a light grey muzzletip. She was slightly chubby, but seriously curvy, and dressed in a tight skirt and deep-cut blouse that made Caitlynn's ears blush.

Her ears poking around the corner likely gave her away, as the other mouse smiled wide and waved a well-manicured paw to her. Caitlynn swallowed and stepped out into full view.

“Oh hiiii Miss Patton, did you need to make another exchange?"

The grey and white mouse smiled, then leaned in against the countertop, breasts pressed to it. Caitlynn's heart skipped a beat.

“Mmm. Yes, and actually need to ask you something. Let's talk."

****

Darren sat back on a milk crate, with his red Taggart's corporate shirt untucked from his beige work slacks. He found himself reveling in the welcome warmth of relaxation. The concept of “center" was something that you could find in the moment, so much easier to come by than “home", but sometimes even more welcome. It was late at night, and he was happy to just pause and listen to the scant traffic on the highway in the distance, and observe how the moonlight was just now starting to wash the plains behind Taggart's Market. The joint he was about a third of the way through certainly also contributed to his sense of calm. He lifted it to his muzzle, only to have a brown-furred hand reach out, nimble fingers stealing it just before it met his lips.

Caitlynn lifted the joint to her own muzzle and took a long drag, holding it in and handing it back to Darren. She joined him in staring out at the plains. He silently took another drag and as they both exhaled, he grinning up at her, breaking the silence.

“So. Get a thorough tongue-lashing from our valued customer?" Darren's hand had already slid down to cover and protect his crotch.

Caitlynn reached down to flick at his ear, instead. “You are such an asshole. I swear to god, if it wasn't for the fact you're my coworker…and have a good stash…"

“And my good looks. Don't forget those."

“Don't push it."

“Ow. That cut to the bone. Speaking of, that's another quality I ha-" Darren winced, finding fingers had grabbed onto the soft fluff around his ear. His long, black and white ringed tail flailed around off to the side.

“She just wanted to do an exchange. Simple as that. No fuss."

Darren carefully pondered whether to say what he wanted to say next. Growing up, that mouth got him into more fights. It also got him more friends. So he threw caution to the wind.

“So..you exchanged numbers?" He steeled himself to have his fur plucked clean from his ear.

Caitlynn sighed. “YES, we exchanged numbers. There. Pervert." She let go of his fur and instead mussed his paw through his headfur before stealing the joint again. “I closed the shop early. No one but her has been here the last hour anyway, and we're at close in a couple minutes."

Darren was relieved. And curious. “What? No shit. I was just kidding, Cat. I mean, I didn't expect you to go through with it…"

Caitlynn coughed and handed the joint back. “What? Why not? Didn't think I had it in me?"

Darren took one last draw and held it, nodded to her, then rubbed out the roach on a stone before tucking it away for later.

“Honestly expected you to just sit there, stammer, do whatever she wanted, then walk away squirming." He explained with an exhale, smoke pouring from lips and nose simultaneously.

Caitlynn frowned. She crossed her arms under her chest and peered out across the plains. There was a long silence. Caitlynn broke it first.

“Yeah, well, you're not wrong. That's exactly how it went. Till she asked what I was doing next Friday. Said she had reservations at Indigo, and her date backed out on her, and would I like…"

“Would you like dinner and a shag, baby?" Darren prodded Caitlynn against her soft, wide hip. She glared at him.

“One of these days, you're going to get a fist across that muzzle of yours from someone for trying to be witty all the time."

“Already happened, sweetheart. More times than I care to count. I keep at it anyways because it works for me more than it works against me." Darren sat back, legs sprawled out in front of him. After a moment, Caitlynn pulled up a milk crate next to his and leaned in against him, the both of them watching nighttime paint the landscape.

“I'm sorry, Cat. I don't mean to make you angry." Darren lifted an arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. He could feel her relax, finally.

“It's okay. You're still gross, but I guess it is kind of endearing. I mean, we get along okay, right?"

“I hope so. Closing early, stealing a smoke outside, cavorting with the customers? What if Mindy found out? She'd have both our heads. Probably tell Cliff that we were stealing from the register to make sure we were fired."

“Probably. Fuck her, though. There's no pleasing that witch." Caitlynn's muzzle screwed up. Mindy was the general manager of the store, and widely thought to be banging the owner, Cliff. She was nigh on untouchable.

“No thanks. I wouldn't fuck her with a stolen dick, Cat." Darren squeezed Caitlynn and she laughed, nudging him while rolling her eyes.

“You're horrible. But I like that. It's why we get along." She ventured a hand out, casually resting it along his thigh.

“You're nowhere near as filthy as me. You're all sugar and sweet to customers. I'm just an arsehole, that's why Mindy keeps me doing stock." Darren patted along Caitlynn's paw. “Hey, all seriousness, that's pretty cool you have a date. She's hot. I admit, I got wood."

Caitlynn turned her head and bonked it against Darren's shoulder with a long sigh. “God, you can't even say something sweet without being gross about it, can you?"

“Not easily. Saaaay, do you think you could date a guy AND a girl at the same time?" Darren grinned wide. “I mean, one of each, right?"

Caitlynn playfully shoved him off his crate and stood up. “Now you're just being crude." She turned to go back inside, opening the door. “Come on, let's close and go home, ok?"

Darren bounced back up to his feet. “But it totally would be awesome! I mean, think of the possibilities…"

Caitlynn groaned. “I don't know why I keep you around. And don't tell me it's because of of your winning personality."

“OK, fine, then it's because I have a nice—" Darren ran face-first into the door that Caitlynn slammed shut behind her.

“Alright, fine, you don't want help restocking, I'll just go home!"

A sigh from the other side, a click, and the door cracked back open.

“You DO love me!" Darren exclaimed, bounding through the door.

***

Close was usually a quick affair, done in about fifteen minutes. Count the drawer, lock it away, clean up, take out the trash, make sure things were ready to go for tomorrow. Tonight was special, as it was month-end close.

There was inventory and spot restocking to do. Caitlynn and Darren had to do it all, and it would take at least two hours above and beyond their usual shift, though Mindy had given verbal approval to close the store early to start if it was slow prior. Never written, as that wouldn't allow her to go back on that statement if anyone - namely her - got in any sort of trouble due to a customer complaint.

Caitlynn had already finished the books and balance, and was helping Darren out by restocking the shelves in grocery. She was a good bit shorter than him, the brown mouse having to go onto her tiptoes to reach some of the higher shelves. Darren was busy stocking the top shelf next to her, effortlessly stacking cans.

“So…thought about what you'll wear?" Darren asked.

“Wear to wha-…oh. Not really. I guess I could just go after work…" Caitlynn shrugged.

“What? Seriously? Cat, come on. Indigo's isn't some fast food joint. That's a classy restaurant."

Caitlynn shrugged. “It's just dinner."

Darren sighed. “Cat, it's 'just dinner' in the same sense that a Ferrari is 'just a car'. You can't show to to Indigo's in your dumpy Sunday best."

Caitlynn turned to face him, hands on her hips, her thick glasses steamed behind warm cheeks. “Hey, I wasn't going to show up in sweatpants and a tee! I'm smarter than that!"

“Oh, well, that'd be an improvement over the tee and cheese wedge undies that I had pictured in my mind, at least." Darren grinned, but the mental image also made him stir.

“Oh shut up! And how'd you know-"

“-That you had cheese wedge undies? Same way I know your friend wasn't wearing a bra under that blouse. I notice things. And that's another thing, tell me you were going for laughs with cheese-wedge patterns. That's really stereotypical, isn't it?"

Caitlynn blushed, fidgeting as she opened a new box. “Yeah. A bit. I bought 'em online when I was a little drunk." She giggled, then went up on her tiptoes to stock a high shelf with packages of ramen.

Caitlynn flushed and squeaked when she felt fingers poke at her backside - right across those same panties. Her pants had ridden down her chubby rearend while stretching out to stock the high shelves, and Darren felt the need to point it out.

She grumbled, tugging her pants back up while he laughed and then went about his work again. Any anger she might have had turned into embarrassment, and even that ran through her in ways that made her squirm in place.

Darren saw none of that, focused on the job at hand. “Don't worry. They're super cute on you. You should wear those on your date. Maybe it'll make your friend hungry when she sees them."

Caitlynn groaned. “She won't see them….come on. It's just dinner."

“No? Okay…But I still think you should dress up. Buy a nice, tight skirt. You've got the curves for it. And a pretty blouse. Oooh. You could buy one the same color as her hair, give her a reason to look at your tits and talk about your clothes and how she wants them off you…"

Caitlynn blushed even harder, then bit her bottom lip. Crass as the suggestion was, it wasn't a bad idea. She placed the last package of ramen on the shelf.

“OK. That's it for restock. Now, we need to go to the furniture showcase and move one of the sectionals. Cliff wanted it changed around for more curb appeal or whatever. Then we can get the hell out and go home." Caitlynn brushed her paws clean and picked up a couple of the empty boxes.

“Or we can sack out on it and watch TV while smoking up?" Darren smiled.

“Really? You brought more? You really should back off on that. And besides. I don't have a couch, you don't have a couch, and we certainly can't be smoking up INSIDE the store."

Caitlynn walked past Darren, and the lemur leaned over to grab the rest of the boxes, looking up to watch her. The mouse's bottom was positively packed into her slacks, sashaying some as she walked. Her slacks clearly outlined both of her chubby cheeks. The waistband of that underwear was still somewhat visible, her shirt pulled up in back. Darren thought she was often dressing below her looks usually, and maybe it was the weed talking, but tonight there was something else to her. She glowed slightly. Perhaps she carried herself a little more confidently after being asked out.

Darren felt another stir, and reached down to adjust himself with a lingering paw. He shook his head clear. “Fine fine. Then just watch TV. They have that really big 70" flatscreen on the wall next to it!" He bounded after her.

***

The two spent the next twenty minutes repositioning the sectional; a large, overstuffed, and quite gaudy couch in light leather that could be arranged any number of ways. Apparently the way it had been placed didn't meet with the owner's expectation, and it was up to them to play a game of musical furniture to move it around in the limited space they had.

“Fuck me, I will never get one of these for my own place when I have a place big enough for it." Darren grunted, working up a sweat, trying to wrestle the corner piece into place.

Caitlynn was helping with the other side, attempting to get latches to line up to keep everything in place. She'd untucked her shirt and her slacks rode lower on her hips from moving around. Darren was too knackered to make a quip, both of them cursing as they settled it into place.

Caitlynn lifted the front of her shirt to clean her glasses, and Darren looked up just in time to glance at her soft belly. Another stir, and he felt himself pressed against his slacks. He just hoped that she wasn't looking.

When Caitlynn put her glasses back on and could see again, there was little mistaking the outline of Darren's shaft along his slacks. His slender body couldn't hide detail well, and she paused to appreciate the view of toned, cute, and somewhat aroused lemur male. Her feet shifted subtly in place, and whether it was the exertion or the building affections to him, she felt warm and damp between the thighs.

Darren broke the silence. “OK. One more piece to go. All we gotta do Is turn this corner around and latch it into the rest. Then, we lock the doors and run for the hills, right?"

Caitlynn nodded. “Yes! Run screaming from this place. Let Mindy tell the morning crew we did it wrong and move it back the way it was." She laughed.

Darren grinned wide. “As is the way of things. Think you'll go shopping tomorrow for your date? Hm, grab the other side…" Darren leaned over to grasp the underside of the section.

Caitlynn grabbed the other side. “Probably. Wanna -hnf!- go with me? I guess I'd appreciate your thoughts, I guess." They both lifted, then started to rotate the section.

Darren laughed. “Sure, I guess! Don't you have, uh, other girl friends that would be better at it?"

“Not really. Most of my friends are guys, honestly. Besides, you seem to have a knack for knowing how to dress a girl."

“And undressing them." Darren waggled his brows.

“Sigh. I walked into that, didn't I?" Caitlynn grumbled.

“Sure did."

The two rotated the section around until it was in place, and attempted to lower it down. However, the latches would not quite align this time around. Darren grumbled, and Caitlynn craned her neck around, finding what was wrong.

“Oh hell. I see the issue. Darren, squeeze past me, and just pull on the other section a little, it's not quite aligned. I'll keep this end up so you can." Quarters were close, what with all the showcase furniture packed into one area.

Darren nodded and set his side down, then walked around and started to squeeze his way past Caitlynn. He was wiggling his way past her, when he found himself suddenly crotch to rear with her. He hadn't planned it, but he also probably had been thinking about it. The both of them drew in a quick breath. Darren felt the front of his slacks up against that plump, soft rear of hers, and Caitlynn quite clearly felt his shaft up against her backside.

They both paused. Darren looked down at Caitlynn, and she looked back over her shoulder at him. She gently set the section down, straightened up slightly, and placed her hands on the arm of it, while keeping her eyes on his. The lemur slowly bit at his bottom lip, matching gazes for as long as he could, before his eyes dropped down, looking at that soft, squishy rear pressed up against the obvious, stiffening lump in his work slacks.

“Fff..Cat, I, uh…uhm…didn't mean to, uh, it's not like I was…" For once, Darren was caught without a witty remark, and indeed, completely tongue-tied.

“I know. The feeling's mutual. I didn't think you, uh…saw me like that." Caitlynn squirmed, rubbing back to his hips.

Darren had been watching Caitlynn for weeks, knowing that he felt more for her than he let on, and hoping she'd maybe feel the same. He'd stolen glances at her before, watching the way she stretched out to get at something on a tall shelf. Or how her ass would look in those pants as she bent over to get something low. He'd fantasize about how she'd look with those pants down, enough that he'd need to excuse himself to go to the bathroom for a few minutes. His joking with her got increasingly biting as his affection grew. She never seemed to mind, and actually warmed up to him more for it.

“Didn't think I…seriously, Cat? We've been working together for months and you didn't notice?" He shivered, hunching against her backside softly, making the mouse squeak out, hanging her head. “Cat…should we…?"

“Sorry, I- I noticed. I just didn't know what to do about it." Caitlynn looked back at him.

Darren was handsome, funny, and actually almost pretty, what with his black and white coloration, long, ringed tail, and how the color of his eyes popped from behind a dark mask of fur. Darren was a cute, funny, annoying and frustrating asshole to her. Too much of a good thing makes someone boring, but he was constantly over one line or another. It kept her on her toes…endeared and frustrated her simultaneously.

Caitlynn's cheeks burned hot, and again the thought that she - THEY - might get caught, it made her squirm and grind back hard to Darren.

She swallowed. “We're on camera, you know."

Both their hearts raced, unsure whether to stop and untangle themselves, or whether to give in. Darren's hands slid from Caitlynn's hips and then up along her sides, pushing that shirt up even more. His long, delicate fingers sorted through the fur on her soft middle and towards her belly. She gave in, letting out a little gasp and pushing her rear back, which Darren met with a hunch of his hips against the mouse's chubby bottom.

He lifted his black-furred hands, resting them on her hips, giving a slow squeeze, fingers nudging the back of her shirt upwards to show off those low-riding pants and the back of her patterned underwear.

“So? Do you really..nng..think Mindy looks at the security footage?" Darren squeezed Caitlynn's sides, then started to slip those paws down along her soft belly, his fingers tracing down through her fur till they started to fuss with the button on her slacks.

“Ah! N-no. I'm more worried about Cliff." Caitlynn gasped out, feeling those fingers unfasten her slacks, then pull the zipper down, fabric relaxing around her hips and rear.

Darren's paw tenuously slid into the slack fabric created, his slender fingers gliding along the mouse's panties, till they found the join of her thighs. With a soft touch, he began petting gingerly along the lap of those panties, finding the contours underneath them. She arched back to him, and subtly nudged her thighs open wider. Darren's fingers felt along the damp seat of those panties, finding how the fabric clung to her nearly bald mound.

“F-fuck Cliff. Worst that happens, I bet you he finds it and locks his office to “review."" Darren found himself further rolling hips against the mouse's rearend, making her gasp, arched against the edge of the couch. She was wet enough to soak through that underwear he made fun of earlier, clearly having been wound up long before. He leaned over her back and nuzzled along the back of her ears, eliciting a giggle and squeak while his whiskers tickled them.

Caitlynn turned her head and bit her bottom lip. She placed her paws on the cushion in front of herself and pointedly pressed her rear into those grinds of his lap to her bottom. Her thighs trembled whenever his fingers danced along the soft lips of her sex through those panties.

“Nnn. Be quick, okay? And…don't pull my pants down more than needed. I don't want to..ah!..oooh god…give Cliff more show than needed, okay?"

Darren nodded, giving the mouse a squeeze between her thighs. She arched into the squeeze, and he reluctantly drew his paw back. The furniture that was behind him got a push out of the way to give them more room, and he quickly set about peeling those pants down Caitlynn's rearend. She was curvy in all the right places, and he couldn't help himself but be further wound up by it. His eyes studied her backside as beige work slacks and those patterned panties slid down her thick bottom, exposing more of that chestnut-colored fur and pudgy cheeks to him.

Darren paused, caressing his paws along Caitlynn's bare rear. His dark fingers dimpled into her soft flesh, spreading thick cheeks just a little to let cool air flush down the cleft, leading her to shiver and blush. His green eyes scanned along her backside, and eventually his fingers just hooked on the back of her pants and panties, pulling those down just the required few inches more. Her puffy, pink lips were shiny and slick, surrounded by bald flesh and pouting already. The scent of her hit Darren hard, and his hands squeezed along where thigh and rear met on the mouse, thumbs pressing to either side to spread her open.

Caitlynn's ears were flushed hot, and she felt herself trembling while the lemur's hands worked her over, sliding her pants down, and then going the extra step of exposing her lewdly with his fingers and thumbs. She couldn't help but writhe back into it, feeling cool air along her delicate, bald pussy, Darren's thumbs so very close to the lips of her sex.

“God, Cat. You're just steaming, you know. Darren's hands left her rear to caress along her hips, his lap pressed back to her bare rear. He resumed grinding into that flesh through his own pants while he nuzzled along her neck. “And smoking hot. We'll get you dressed up to kill."

Caitlynn shivered, reaching back to sort her fingers through his hair. She was a little confused what his turn of events might mean for her date later this week, but right now this felt right. One hand slid back, fingers clumsily petting along the front of his trousers while he hunched up against her. He took the hint, and her ears perked forwards, hearing the jingling of his belt, the pull of a zipper. She closed her eyes, thighs clenching and pussy twitching in anticipation, letting her mind go.

Darren quickly unfastened his slacks; at this point they were downright uncomfortable, even against silk boxers beneath. Once he had his zipper down, he pushed his slacks just enough such that his stiff, ebony shaft sprung free, tip a little shiny with his pre already. He reached in, cupped his balls with a paw and scooped them out into the open, over the waist of his boxers. His shaft stood firm above a pair of dark, full nuts. Average in size as he was, the arousal and ache it caused him made him feel larger than life, especially as his cock glanced along the soft, furry, chubby cheeks of Caitlynn's rear. She looked back to watch him, just as curious. She gasped out as his bare length nudged past her tail, moving it this way and that, prodding playfully underneath it once. She squeaked out and grumbled, giving him a stare past fogged glasses and burning cheeks.

“C'mon. Stop teasing. The more you faf about, the more spank material Cliff gets." Caitlynn was uncharacteristically direct to Darren, though the way she shivered gave away that it was out of sheer arousal.

“Yes'm. Going about my business now, ma'am." Darren grinned, unable to resist mocking her once more, and right as she was about to snap back, he used a paw to aim his shaft down, letting his tip drag along the soft, peachfuzzed fur of her taint. He guided himself down along the bald flesh of her mound, and then tucked right against the soft, molten hot lips of her pussy, pausing for effect. She gripped the arm of the sectional even tighter.

One of Darren's hands came to rest on the small of her back and he pressed forwards, his tip rolling up against her slick flesh, worrying about until he could find entrance. The both of them moaned out into the empty storefront while his ebony, stiff cock slid easily up into the mouse's delicate, pink sex, his length surrounded by her twitchy, hot grip.

Darren's hips came to rest against Caitlynn's backside, the lemur pressed firm to her soft rear, trying to get as deep as he could, his balls rubbing against the rise of her pudgy mound. The sensations sent a warm shock up her spine, and her sex quivered around the full sensation of having him up to his balls within her.

The potential of being caught, the illicit thrill of banging your coworker, coupled with what was apparently a slow burn of attraction led to them both settling quickly into a steady, hot rhythm. Darren's hips came to slap against her upturned rearend, making the mouse's bottom jiggle when he hilted within her, balls lightly tapping against her mound.

Caitlynn found herself mostly unable to coordinate herself, squeezing around the bare length gliding within her sex as best she could. Her mind steadily fogged with embarrassment and fear of doing this basically in public, under the watchful eye of a security camera, and with the person she had previously just seen as a really nice coworker. His hands firmly gripped along her hips and thighs, pulling her into his thrusts. Her ears kept themselves high, listening to the increasingly wet, desperate sounds of their bodies meeting, their own heavy breathing a constant tone atop it.

The two writhed with each other in the middle of the closed store, only cast accent lighting from showroom lights illuminating what they were doing. Pants down only enough to allow for a stolen screw on company time. Caitlynn's wide bottom bounced off the lemur's hips, grinding and wriggling back to him to make that ebony length glide in and stroke inside her as teasingly different as much as possible. Darren's hands caressed along his new lover's body, worshiping her soft curves. His hips moved quickly, less depth is his strokes and tending more towards an increasingly desperate thrust, a familiar sensation building along the very tip of his shaft.

Her ears turned, swiveled, and flushed hot. Big sensitive ears picking up the wet sounds of Darren's flesh plowing her plump pussy, spreading the mouse's own arousal around her mound. His balls slapped wetly against her, though less and less as his arousal built up and those ebony nuts pulled upwards in preparation. His hands roamed along her sides and up under her shirt to caress the handful of breasts she had, and the touch near her nipples made her skin feel electric. Every bit of her fur was on end. Her nipples ached, stiff under her bra, her pussy quivering around him, the little hood of her clit throbbing, nearly making her jump each time his swinging nuts smacked against it.

Darren's muzzle drew up, showing off his teeth, the lemur struggling to fight off an impending release. He didn't want to slow down, didn't want to pull out and stop. Didn't want to do anything other than go faster. He dug his heels in, slapping hips hips hard against that cushy ass of hers, plunging his bare cock in deep and rapidly plowing that plump, wet puss of hers. He pushed his weight to her back, pressing her to the couch and placed his paws on her shoulders. The resulting squeak and quiver around him was too much, and his thrusts took on a more erratic pace as he throbbed within.

Caitlynn found herself focused on the rhythm and exquisite sensation of being filled like she was right now, with Darren a pretty perfect fit within, his heat deliciously mixing with hers. She barely noticed when he pressed to her, but the paws on her shoulders startled her, triggered something primal within, and she couldn't help but clutch and squeeze around him. She felt him buck, thrust erratically, and then start to throb, deep within her grip at first. Darren didn't stop, and kept thrusting through his peak, her insides made sticky and hot with his release.

His motions made sure not all of it stayed within, and she felt hot rivers of his spunk coursing down where her pussy was spread about his girth, trickling down her clit and mound, only to get smacked against and spread about by his tight pouch.

Darren grasped at Caitlynn's shoulders, squeezing hard enough to make his claws lightly prick at the mouse's skin underneath. He peered down, watching his dark length disappear into the mouse's depth, watching it increasingly get made slick with his own come. That ivory release ringed his flesh about her spread pussy, a lot of it dripping down onto the mouse's patterned underwear.

A calm slowly came about them both, with Darren pushing in deep and holding there, hands letting go of Caitlynn's shoulders to wrap about her again. He hugged her from behind while the last of his climax poured into her sex. She squirmed back to his hips, twitching against his body and turning to kiss at his muzzle. The two remained, tangled with one another, panting and recovering.

Darren was, of course, the one who broke the silence. “Nnnh. So. How do we account for this on our timecards, you think?"

Caitlynn rolled her eyes, but quipped back “I think we mark it down as a team building exercise, really."

Darren laughed and kissed her on the lips. “I think you're right. I'm glad I got to spend it with the best coworker ever."

Caitlynn kissed back, sorting her fingers through the fur along his cheeks as she did. When the kiss broke, they both smiled at each other, a shyness in both of their eyes. Darren nuzzled at her neck and straightened up, placing his paws on her hips as he drew back. His shaft was spent, messy, and streaked in his own ivory spunk. He stepped back and rested his rear on the furniture behind him.

Caitlynn moaned and squeaked as he withdrew, a good amount of that come dribbling down her puffy, aroused lips and mound. She squirmed in place, quivering for a few moments, holding her position while she slowly came back.

The both of them, slowly recovering, stood back up. Caitlynn drew her pants and panties back up, squirming at the kiss of wet fabric against her lap, and Darren struggled to slip his oversensitive cock back into his boxers and pants. Once accomplished, they warmly hugged up against each other for another kiss; this one held much longer, their bodies tightly pressed to one another.

It was Caitlynn's turn to break the silence. “So…do you want to finish up here and maybe come to my place for dinner? I live above an Italian restaurant, and they hook me up every night."

“Ah, I don't know. What would your purple-haired lady friend think?" Darren grinned.

Caitlynn smiled and nipped at his bottom lip. “I don't know, but I think maybe there's room for both in my life, yeah?" She idly traced a few fingers through the fur along his sides. “Besides, I got that new RPG I've been wanting to play. Watcher 3? Better than watching a let's play, right?"

Darren perked up. “Oh hell! I've been wanting to check that out for weeks! Man, that would be the BEST thing to happen to me today! It's a deal!"

Caitlynn scowled up at him and prodded his lap.

Darren winced and winked. “Ok ok fine, second best thing today. You're first best thing. And best coworker."

Caitlynn smiled, then kissed him on the lips. “Kay. Let's get this couch finis- Hey, look at that. It fell into place."

“I guess we ended up hammering it into the right position anyways, huh?"

It was Darren's turn to squeak, and rub his shoulder again.