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Core Cappertail works hard and studies hard. When he finally takes some time to enjoy himself, he goes all out.

Core's Opportunity-Chapter 1

By: Lucien Quinn AKA Zmeydros AKA Alexi Tishen

Written in collaboration with: Exvarn (www.furaffinity.net/user/exvarn) He contributed many of the ideas for this story and helped me develop some great characters. Core Cappertail belongs to him.

A bored fox drums his fingers on the countertop. He looks at the glowing green numbers of the clock on the grey wall-it's 11:45. In a few minutes a group of furs that Core Cappertail sees almost every night will arrive. They will ask him to make drink after drink while they fling pickup lines and sexual innuendo his way. He's learned to deal with it, but it's never easy. Leaning over the counter, he sighs. Why would anyone want coffee this late, and why are they so interested in him? There are plenty of coffee shops in Seattle and plenty of them have foxes working at them.

He knows that he's a rather attractive Arctic Fox-especially with his black summer coat-and he takes good care of his body. His toned muscles make him look like a rock climber and the hours he spends in the gym to get them to look that way are well worth it. Adding to his appeal are his unique features. The white spot-like markings on his black fur are extraordinary for his species. Then there are his cyan colored eyes. He himself often gets lost in them when he looks in the mirror. These are all things that he's proud of, but they don't make him that attractive. There's no way he deserves all the pickup lines he gets from the crowd he's expecting.

His thoughts turn dark as he thinks about the aspect of himself that he loathes. His unfortunate, improbable genetic makeup which gave him both sets of genitalia. If someone were to take a look behind his well-endowed penis and balls they would see something he hides from everyone, including himself. A fully functional, untouched, vagina. To some, hermaphrodites are a curiosity, but to most they are taboo.

Very few would go out of their way to hurt a hermaphrodite and most furs would rather just pretend they don't exist. Then there are those who would would just stare with judgement in their eyes, believing that herms are sexual deviants doomed to live a life of sin. This makes it hard for hermaphrodites to live a normal life. He doesn't want his gender to stand in the way of his happiness, so he hides it, from his friends, from his adopted family, and the world. Herms are rare, but herms that appear to be fully male are even more rare. The fact that he can hide his true gender is a blessing-one that he will not waste.

He puts a big smile on his muzzle and perks up his ears when he sees the group of furs that he's been expecting start to filter in-a lynx, wolf, tiger, elephant, lizard, and a few other furs each hand him their money with coos, leers, hoots and flashes of various body parts. He's being tested once again. How well can he keep his sexual side under control toady?

He takes their orders and tries to ignore their sexual overtones. A tall attractive male horse requests his usual, an espresso. He has found him somewhat attractive ever since the first time he saw him... Wait, he thinks this horse is hot? His fox ears are drawn back in frustration as he grabs a cup and prepares the espresso.

Setting the espresso on the counter, he shakes his head and tries not to think about how attractive the horse in front of him is. He glances at the two tables near the back. One with gorgeous females sitting around it and the other with beautiful men sitting around it. Is there a calendar shoot down the road almost every day or something?

"That'll be three twenty-five please," Core says as he looks into the horse's dark brown eyes. His gaze slowly drifts down to the horse's humongous package while he waits for him to pull out his wallet. How big is this guy? He blushes and looks away from the bulge in the horse's pants.

He takes a five-dollar-bill from the horse's hand and notices that it's wet-he doesn't even want to think about what might be on it. He gives the horse his change.

A shapely lynx pops out from behind the horse. "Can I have some of your creamy goodness, foxie?"

Core jumps in surprise. Where did she come from? He has no idea what to say to her and focuses on wiping up a spot on the counter.

She laughs. "I said can I have some cream?" A look of complete innocence is on her face.

"S-Sure." His eyes are transfixed on her cleavage-her revealing red v-neck shirt looks amazing on her. No! He has to focus on something else. After turning around, he bends over and opens the mini fridge that's under the counter. He hears a voice that he assumes belongs to the horse as he grabs the carton of cream.

"I was going to go back to my table, but this view is better. It rivals the lush forests of Germany." The horse's voice is so deep that it shakes the soles of Core's shoes.

Being more used to the more lewd pickup lines he's heard while working here, this horse's line catches him off guard. A deep blush forms on Core's muzzle as he closes the door to the fridge and turns around. With a shaky hand, he gives the carton of cream to the lynx.

She adds the cream to her coffee with a bright smile. "Thanks." A flurry of giggles comes from her as she walks back to her table.

He focuses his attention on the horse, who is still awaiting his reply. This horse has never dropped a line on him before and he has no idea what to say. He looks into the horse's eyes, which are two feet above his own-this guy is big even for a horse. "Umm, are you a Percheron?" An uncomfortable wetness is building in his crotch as he changes the subject.

A chuckle comes from the horse. "No, I'm a Clydesdale. Good guess though." The Clydesdale leans closer and talks softer. "I apologize if my statement made you uncomfortable, fox boy."

He blinks as he gets his first apology. This horse isn't so bad; maybe his friends aren't so bad either. He lets himself relax a bit. "Apology accepted. I've got to get some stuff from the back before more customers come in."

"No problem, little one." The Clydesdale turns away and walks toward his table.

When he gets back from from the stockroom he looks toward the back of the shop and he can see that some customers didn't clean up after themselves. The decor of this coffee shop leaves much to be desired. Pale wood is everywhere and it is accented by red light fixtures and blue countertops. The designer for this shop should be euthanized. Grabbing a cart, he heads toward the tables with discarded items on them. When he quickly bends over to grab a napkin he hears a slew of catcalls.

"Excuse me waiter. Can I have some more of your hot ass to go with my coffee?" a husky female voice says.

He doesn't even look toward the owner of the voice. As he stands up he can see something moving out of the corner of his eye. An athletic male wolf is walking his way. Core continues cleaning, trying to seem uninterested.

"Hey gorgeous, want to come over to my place and have some of my coffee?" The wolf sounds like he's trying really hard to sound sexy.

"No, thank you." Core doesn't look at him.

Suddenly a handsome wolf's face is right in front of Core's, looking him in the eyes. "How can you know that you don't want me if you don't even look at me?" The wolf nimbly gets behind him and rubs his groin against Core's ass.

He feels the wolf's erect penis poking at his ass and folds his ears down. "Please stop."

"Okay cutie, if you wish, but I'll see you tomorrow." The wolf walks away.

Eventually Core makes his way to a table next to the group of attractive females. A Bengal tiger gets up and walks over to him. Core sighs. What will it be this time?

"Honey, you work so hard and deal with so much. After work I want to help you have some fun. Nothing sexual unless you ask for it. We could have some good clean fun." She rubs her paw softly on Core's chest. "What do ya say?" Her voice is soft and inviting. It almost sounds as if she's purring the words.

He blushes and tries to think of something to say as he stares into her emerald green eyes. "I. I. I'm sorry, miss... But sadly, with my hours and classes I don't have time for fun." It's the truth and Core hopes it's enough to deter her.

She puts her paw on his shoulder. "Aww, but you always look so sad and tired when you're here. It's fine if you're busy, but I want you to promise that you'll do something fun in the in the days to come."

"I will," he stammers. He probably doesn't have the time to follow through with his promise, though.

"Good." She gives him a lick on the neck before she spins around and heads back to her table.

Core tries to go back to work, but his eyes keep drifting back to her. She has an amazing body and her choice in clothing leaves little to the imagination. The lick on his neck and the feeling of her paw against his fur have caused him to feel hot all over.

A familiar raspy voice causes him to feel tense. "Core, get your ass back up here. Those dirty dishes won't get any cleaner if you just stare at them."

He turns around and looks at his boss. Rudy Bronson, a fat cigar-smoking ferret. The most raunchy being in the universe. "I'll be right there, sir." He was hoping that Rudy would never get back from his errand, but that would be too fortunate.

Grabbing the cart, he heads back to the front of the coffee shop.

Rudy's pale accusing eyes are staring at him. "So, what did you do while I was gone?"

"I made drinks and I cleaned up the tables." Core tries not to sound annoyed.

"But you didn't have time to clean the espresso machine?"

"No, I can do that now if you-" The ferret cuts him off.

"You're right that you'll do it now you lazy fuck. I'm going to stand here and watch you." Rudy puts his face right in front of Core's. "If you forget any steps I'm going to cut your hours."

Core starts walking toward the espresso machine.

"I'm not done with you yet. Get back over here." Rudy points to a spot right in front of himself. He waits until Core is standing in the spot he's pointing to before he speaks again. "I'm going to leave when you're done. So you'll close the shop tonight, you got that?"

A simple nod is Core's only response. There are so many things he wishes he could say.

"If you leave the lights on again I'll kick your fucking ass!" He leans in close to Core, his breath is pungent. "Think you can handle that?"

He looks Rudy in the eye. "Yes, sir!"

"You sure? You didn't clean the fucking espresso machine!" Rudy looks like he's enjoying himself.

"I'm sure. Can I start cleaning it now?" Core clenches one of his fists.

"That's what I told you to do isn't it? Get your ass moving." Rudy turns and walks over to the espresso machine.

Core follows him and starts to cleaning it. Rudy stands so close to him that he can smell Rudy's acrid body odor. He wrinkles his nose as he cleans each part of the machine. "Okay, I'm done. Is there anything else you would like me to-"

"Yeah, the rest of the closing procedure, shit for brains." Rudy turns and walks toward his office.

"Yes, sir." Core starts cleaning the counters.

Ten minutes later Rudy walks up to Core. "See you the day after tomorrow. You do remember that I only hold your hand on Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?"

"Yes, you watch the day shift the other three days of the week."

"Good. If you clean the espresso machine the next time I ask you to, we won't have to check on your memory." Rudy walks out the door.

Core sighs. He would be mad at Rudy, but he's way past that. That ferret just makes him feel depressed now-he dreads Tuesdays and Thursdays. The group of attractive furs is leaving. He watches each of them walk out. The Bengal tiger walks out last. She gives him a wink and a wave before she leaves. A warm sexual feeling wells up within him, then it disappears as quickly as it came, leaving him feeling empty. This emptiness is familiar. Core frowns to himself. He really does need to have some fun and relax.

Twenty minutes drag on until it's finally time for him to close up the shop. As he goes through each tasks required to close the shop he thinks about the Bengal tiger with emerald eyes. He locks the door to the coffee shop and walks home in the summer heat. His coat is for arctic summers. Even at night in Seattle he's hot. Working out is one of his lines of defense against the heat. Extra body fat would make things much worse. When he reaches his apartment he's panting. After opening the door, he dashes into his apartment, turns on the air conditioner, strips down to his boxers, turns on the TV and sprawls out on the couch.

He lies motionless on the couch until he finally feels the cold air hit him. He glances around his apartment. Its stark white plaster walls are cracked. The furniture has rips in it and the light fixtures have dead bugs in them. There's one thing that he likes about his apartment, however: the fact that it has an air conditioner. It took him a long time to find an apartment with an air conditioner-without it he would be in his own personal hell. Groaning, he turns on his side and looks at the TV, trying to take his mind off of his state of affairs.

A great white shark news anchor is in the middle of some story. "That's right, what you're seeing on this tape are gas cylinders shooting out of the fire. When they land they can go right through a brick wall and injure people. That's right. They can go through a solid brick wall. So watch out if you are ever near a fire with pressurized cylinders in it." The shark smiles broadly. "That's all for today. Take it away, Libby."

A short bobcat appears on the screen. "That was That's Right with Keith Steel. Later on in our program we'll tell you why you shouldn't always trust your local farmer's market. But right now it's time for the weather with Katie Greer."

The camera switches to a slender female lemur is on the screen with a weather map. "It's hot in Washington and it's going to get hotter. This looks like it's going to be a record breaking summer, so turn up the AC if you have it, and drink a lot of-"

Core groans again and changes the channel until he finds a rerun of an old James Bly movie. He loves this one. James Bly is the most resourceful fox anywhere and in this movie he blows up a tank with a laser. Good; that part is very close.

He continues to watch TV until the room temperature is to his liking. With a grunt he stretches and continues to relax until he reaches his fill. With a whimper, he gets up to do his homework. A half hour later his head is lying on his textbook and he's fast asleep.

* * * * *

Four days later he's taking some time to enjoy himself before work. He got his homework done early and he spent some time with a friend from college. Now that she's gone he wants to try out something. Ever since he found an old book about the occult at a bookstore in Spokane, he's been fascinated by magic. The spells in that book actually worked and he now has five such books in his possession.

Early on he tried simple things: lighting a fire, freezing water, making objects move on their own, and causing a coin to always come up heads. Later on he started to make magic items and he was able to do even more interesting things. Like creating barriers, and moving lots of objects at once. One other thing he learned completely by accident was how to change minor physical attributes. Things got even more fun when he started to use magic to enhance his self gratification. He isn't the only fur that can use magic, but he knows he has a knack for it.

This afternoon he's going to see just how big he can make his penis and balls. His earlier experiments with this were great. What can he do now that he knows even more? It's been a while since he let his lust take hold of him.

He closes his blinds, gets undressed, and then walks over to a small chest and opens it. Inside of this chest is a magical item he took a year to create. It looks like a frozen teardrop with inscriptions written on it. He had to cross-reference things from three of his books to put it together. It took him a couple weeks to discover its purpose, and when he did, it was completely by accident. This item has the ability to grow or shrink parts of his body. At first he just made his hands bigger or decreased the size of his arms, but one day he was feeling naughty and he made his penis larger. Ever since then this item has been one of his most prized possessions. Holding the item in his hands, he lies on his bed.

His eight-inch-long and two-inch-thick black penis is already standing proud. The anticipation of what he's about to do is almost too much to take. Holding the magical item and chanting, he focuses the energies from the item at his crotch. Intense pleasure hits him as his cock starts to grow. He can feel it throbbing as it expands.

His balls are getting heavier and heavier as his penis grows-they feel so good against his pussy lips. It's ten inches long now and still growing. He can feel his penis resisting its growth. Can he best thirteen inches? He clears his mind of all unnecessary thoughts and focuses on surpassing his record. Now it's a foot long and three inches thick. It's still growing. His face is scrunched in concentration as his penis grows a bit more. It looks a bit bigger than it was last time he tried this. He grabs the measuring tape. Fourteen inches. A proud smile comes across his face as he puts his magical item off to the side.

Now the real fun starts. He uses his pre to lube up his penis. A jolt runs up his spine and he gasps. It feels so sensitive. He strokes it and a moan of passion escapes his lips. Soon he falls into a rhythm. Peaks of pleasure hit him over and over. His balls are bumping a special spot on the front of his pussy each time he thrusts into his hands.

Each thrust is accompanied by a yip. He picks up the pace. His toned body is getting a workout as he strokes himself. All his time in the gym has left him with an amazing stamina. He starts to thrust harder into his hands and his bed creaks in protest. The jolts of pleasure from his special spot are even stronger now. He's panting and moaning in ecstasy.

A heat starts to build at the base of his spine. He picks up the pace yet again and the bed starts to creak loudly. His penis is flying through his hands as he feels his knot forming. Cum erupts from his giant shaft as his orgasm hits. He howls and writhes on the bed as cum rains down on him. Stroking his knot to heighten his orgasm, he growls. Once it's over he finds himself drenched in cum-he needs to take a shower. Shit! It's only a half hour until he has to be at work and it'll take him a while to get all this cum out of his fur.

He gets out of bed, runs into the shower, gets the water to the right temp, and starts cleaning himself. Twenty minutes later he's gotten almost all the cum out of his fur and he's mostly dry. He puts on boxers and a pair of jeans-they feel really tight today... No time to think-he has to get in his car right now. After he puts on the rest of his clothes he runs out the door and locks it.

When he reaches his car, he jumps into it. His car starts on the third try and he races over to the coffee shop. Getting there on time only requires him to break two traffic laws, one of them involving speed and one of them involving stopping at stop lights. With his car parked mostly in a parking spot, he heads into the coffee shop.