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It was such a rare occasion that Kasig was given the night off that the fox was immediately suspicious that he was actually in trouble.

When not just one, but two Zacks emerged from the back room of the bar to let him know that he could go home early, he was almost certain that he was being played for a fool.

"No, really," the original Zack clarified. "You've been covering a ton of shifts for all the new guys that have come in recently. I need you to get some rest if you're gonna be able to come back in here and do your best on the shifts that you're actually supposed to be working."

The fox was thinking of his future and all the overtime he was being paid, of course, but when two sets of twin eyes narrowed on him, making it clear that he wasn't being given a choice in the matter...he would sooner question how it was possible that there was two of his boss telling him what to do than ever try to defy him.

"That...t-that's really generous of you, dude. You sure the two of you can handle this?"

Zack snickered, patting Aaron on the back. "Oh, I don't think this guy is gonna have any trouble taking this job by the reins. You get home, snort a block of cheese or something, and I'll see you back here tomorrow night."

Flustered by the joking suggestion, Kasig nodded and snuck out through the back door; he only paused for a moment at the mess that he saw, knowing better than to question anything that deserved questioning, when Zack was involved.

"You sure you didn't want to make him stay behind and do all the work while we watched?" Aaron asked, still adjusting to the sound of his voice having such a different range.

Zack snickered. "Of course, I wanted to...but we're gonna need him nice and fresh for the pre-shift meeting tomorrow if he's gonna have to deal with both of us at once. The poor guy is probably all worn out already, as it is."

"I didn't think you were capable of compassion."

"Didn't think it," Zack paused, tapping the side of Aaron's skull, "But you knew it deep inside, didn't you? I'm really not such a bad guy after all..."

The original Doberman winked: Aaron lost a lot of himself in the process of becoming a clone, but one thing he hadn't forgotten was the process by which he became a canine, or the cruelty that guided every single of one's Zack movements throughout.

For Zack to claim that he wasn't such a bad guy, Aaron had to imagine that he was trying to tell a joke and lighten the mood.

"If you say so," Aaron replied, his voice exasperated. "How much longer do we have in this dump, anyway?"

"Tonight? Just two more hours," Zack claimed. "Then we shut the place down, clean up the counters and tables, lock up, and go home to drown our sorrows in the kind of stuff that the people who drink here could never afford."

"You make it sound so appealing."

"I don't have to doll it up for you anymore...that's the only drawback to all of this, really: you'll know if I'm lying through my teeth, and...well, what kind of person could live a life like mine and feel okay about themselves?"

At that point, Aaron wasn't sure if Zack was just messing with him or not, and his inability to read the Doberman, even when he was sharing part of that thought process, helped him to realize just how dangerous the mind of the canine was, even compared to a body that was riddled with natural strength.

"You're...being facetious, aren't you?"

"Damn," Zack groaned. "You got me all figured out, don't you? I fucking love my life, and if you're gonna be me for the night, you've gotta learn to act like that. Don't apologize for a damn thing that you end up doing tonight, no matter who ends up sore in the morning as a result..."

"I'd say that you're being overconfident, but for some reason, I feel like I've got no reason to doubt you," Aaron confessed. "Hell, just hearing you say that out loud, I feel like I should be scanning the crowd for my next target, instead of bussing tables."

"Learn how to do both on the fly," Zack ordered, slapping a towel into the chest of his clone. "And I'll make sure that a couple of unruly customers stay behind for us tonight..."

The basics of managing a bar weren't beyond Aaron's ability to grasp, but he didn't realize just how much he was going to be on his feet for the next two hours: he'd taken the difficulty of such a service job for granted, and even with Zack's body as his own temporarily, it was less than an hour into the shift before his lungs were sucking down all the air they could manage.

**

When he was sitting at the end of the bar and throwing endless shade at Zack, Aaron thought he was just having fun with the Doberman.

Now that he was on the other end of so many taunting barbs from so many people that he couldn't lash out at, he had a newfound respect for the amount of restraint Zack really had: how the Doberman was able to finish a single shift without breaking a table under someone's back was a wonder to him, but he got a hint of the secret when he heard a thunderous yell from the other side of the bar.

" LAST CALL!"

When Zack demanded the bar to clear out, even the most inebriated and disobedient students felt their ears folding back, knowing that their fun was coming to a close.

Zack's word was law, and seeing how many students flooded to the rails in the hopes of scoring one last shot or beer, Aaron realized that he had a share of that power: he wanted to make sure that he used it before he lost his canine status.

"You heard the man," he growled, coming down on a pair of felines that were sitting back, ignoring every order and taking their sweet time with a pair of full beers. "Bottom's up already, you two!"

For all the stereotypes about them moving quickly, the pair of cheetahs were moving more like sloths, taking as much time as possible with everything they did.

At first, Aaron wondered if they might be high and drunk, but when he saw them moving with such total control, he realized they were mocking him with the pace of their consumption...and he immediate remembered the advice that Zack gave him.

"That's fine, then...you two take your time. I'm sure you won't regret being locked inside when we shut the place down."

Aaron turned from the table, taking the pair of empty glasses with him and dodging the throngs of people that were moving for the exits. After just two hours, he was learning all the right ways to move with the flow of the crowd, and as much as he wasn't a fan of crowds in his old mind and body, he was getting to brush up against plenty of lookers, male and female alike.

After a night full of such close contact, it was no mystery to him that Zack was always so horned up.

**

"Those two troublemakers are still sitting back there, aren't they?" Zack asked, wiping glass after glass and working with the kind of speed that only came with years of experience. "I was starting to doubt you when you said you had the perfect targets for us, but if they're still milking those beers, they're about to be milkin' something else..."

Aaron was happy to make his value known on his first, and quite possibly, his last night ever working the bar, but he expected Zack to take care of picking the proper targets out from the crowd.

At the end of the night, that seemed to be the most important role that either of them could take, and if he'd done a good job of it, Aaron was delighted by that fact. His pride and ego were inflating, just like the Doberman that he'd been made to emulate, but he couldn't imagine containing so much attitude for very long...and yet, Zack followed that routine day in and day out, containing his lust and emotions with a level of skill that he hadn't imagined.

"Just like that, you've already decided we're gonna bone them?" Aaron asked, cocking a brow.

"They're pissin' me off by making me have to work even later than usual, and they didn't listen when you gave them multiple chances to leave. If that doesn't deserve being slammed over a table and having your insides rearranged, well...then I guess we'd better let them leave unharmed, hm?"

Once more, Zack winked, and Aaron picked up on what he was really after in an instant.

"Loud and clear, boss...loud and clear."

Zack had mastered the loud part of the equation, as he leaned over the edge of the bar and cupped his paws on either side of his muzzle. "Hey, spotted dicks! I dunno if you heard the barback, but it's long past time for you two to make tracks!"

Standing up to Aaron was a bold and foolish move, no matter what body he was currently wielding...but when they looked to Zack with a defiant eye and chuckled at his threat, they were doing more than sealing their fates.

They were adding nails to an already airtight coffin.

"So, I know we didn't really cover this part of the job in training, but you seem to catch on quick," Zack mentioned to his doppelganger, flashing just a hint of his frustration to the newer Doberman. "Since they don't feel like leaving, do you mind heading to the doors? They lock from the outside..."

Aaron was surprised that he was being trusted with such a task already, but Zack wanted to make sure that their stubborn customers were being taken care of by the manager; he had a reputation for giving excellent customer service when it truly mattered, and when it didn't as much...that reputation was spun a harsh 180.

"...Sure thing, boss," Aaron confirmed, catching the keys from Zack and walking to the back doors.

The original Zack was already coming around the bar, and the pair of grinning cheetahs shared a brief look of disbelief, as if they thought that this was all part of some kind of elaborate prank.

"You're not really planning on locking us in here, are you? We'll just call the fucking cops if you try any weird shit," one of the felines contested.

It wasn't settling in the least to hear Aaron's barking laughter from a distance, and as he returned with the keys still in paw, he was impressed to see how quickly Zack worked when his patience was thinned and his inhibitions were lowered.

"Trust me, I've already had to deal with plenty of bullshit tonight...you really think I can't recognize when people are trying to get themselves into trouble?" Zack asked, grabbing the first cheetah that spoke up by the scruff of his neck. "Two of us, two of you, and two tables side by side...sounds like the kind of trouble that you two bitches were looking to get into."

Aaron didn't think that Zack could find a new level of aggression to reach into, but he was watching the original Doberman live up to the worst parts of his reputation, as he literally pulled the feline out of his chair by the scruff and pushed him up against a table.

There was an obvious lust behind the subtle, twitching fear in the eyes of the cheetah, realizing that he may have made a mistake; it wasn't the fact that he'd agitated Zack, which had gone according to plan...but the fact that he'd underestimated the infamous canine.

What he thought was going to be a fun and casual romp with everyone's favorite bar manager was quickly escalating past anything casual, and only if he was lucky would he still find it fun...though Zack and Aaron would certainly have theirs before it was all over.

"How about it, 'Zack?'" the original asked, looking at Aaron with a knowing smirk. "Think you're ready for a little more on-the-job training?"

Just emulating Zack would have been easy enough, but Aaron wanted to prove that he was more than capable of dominating a pesky feline, even before he was given the new body that he'd been blessed with.

Gripping the still seated cheetah by the front of his shirt, Aaron went so far as to shake his head and decline the offer. "Pretty sure I know how to handle this part of the job already," he boldly claimed, and much to Zack's surprise and delight, he turned his attention to the feline once more. "Better spit your name out while you still can; I hear this particular drink is hell on your throat."

"It's Jace...and if you think I'm as easy to handle as my buddy, you're in for a very rude awakening."

Where Aaron had the common courtesy to learn that name, Zack wasn't worried at all about treating the felines with any dignity or respect, given the way they'd behaved leading up to that moment.

"Thanks for throwing me under the bus, dude," the other cheetah, Len, cast a glare back at Jace, as if he hadn't gotten himself into that mess in the first place. "This guy is already acting like he's gonna rip my head off!"

"He'll leave it attached," Jace claimed, as if he knew something about Zack that he hadn't owned up to earlier. "Might have a bit of a headache once he's done with you, though."

"I'm gonna tell June and Clover about this!" Len shot back. "You f-fucking...h-hey! I'm trying to ta-

WHUMP! Len was tossed over the edge of a table and pushed down, landing just right that the wind wasn't knocked out of him...but his body was shocked by the sudden impact.

"I didn't know they were talking about your mouths when they mentioned how fast cheetahs were...the two of you never shut the fuck up, do you?" Zack asked, standing behind the utterly bewildered Len and letting his sheer presence silence the cheetah. "You're turning this into more of a chore than a good time, y'know."

Where it seemed that Zack and Jace were working together, their allegiance only went as far as arranging a pair of pussies for the dogs to play with: now that his end of the bargain was held up, Jace was just as much at risk as Len was.

Even though he knew what was probably coming, Aaron was the wild card, having retained just enough of his mental state to have some unknown preferences and kinks...and Jace, despite his athletic body, didn't have a prayer in the world of overpowering a clone of a stacked Doberman.

In this instance, he wasn't trying to overpower anyone, but he at least wanted to squirm in place and make things harder for Aaron than they had to be: he knew he was going to end up paying for that in the long run, and Zack already knew that about the cheetah before he threw a target onto the feline's back, but it was going to be a fun surprise for Aaron in the meantime.

"I can't believe I'm the one saying this to you of all people, but is it really so bad if they make you work a little harder for it?" Aaron asked, casting a smirk at Zack just before turning his attention back properly to the other cheetah. "I dunno about you, but I think a blowjob feels that much better when they're trying to get away from it..."

"Hate to disappoint you, but if you actually get a hold of me proper, you'll be hard pressed to keep me away from your cock."

The fact that Jace was in on the act was becoming clearer with each moment, but where he thought Aaron might hold back on him for that fact, he was just as delighted as he was surprised to feel Aaron pushing down on his shoulders...and when he made any effort to stand his ground, his body was crumpled to the floor with ease, putting his muzzle right at the front of Aaron's bulge.

I had no idea Zack had this kind of strength...dude is superpowered or something...

Aaron was grateful for the extra strength, and the momentary cooperation from Jace as he eased his own zipper down and let the tip of his recently changed cock emerge: the tip was tapered, but that didn't take away at all from how thick the full head was, or how much wider the shaft became as the inches spilled over and slapped down on Jace's muzzle.

With a cock literally staring him in the eyes and drooling precum over his forehead, the cheetah took to the act like a fish to water, leaning back from the tip and guiding it down to his lips without having to use his paws...but as he started sucking, he could see Len was doing far worse with his predicament.

The angrier of the two felines, Len was struggling to squirm out from under Zack...at least, that was the case at first.

He was just as much in on the deal as Jace was: he'd known what was coming the moment that the Doberman paid him off to hassle Aaron, but he'd failed to anticipate just how rough Zack could be when he really got into heat of the action.

The weight of a covered bulge pressing hard against his ass and the depth of a fang-filled bite on the scruff of his neck were both pushing the envelope of where pleasure and pain could go together, but both aspects of the moment stayed just on the right side of things, with Len groaning in pure, unbridled delight when his own firm member pushed down against the table.

If Zack applied anymore pressure than that, it just might have been too much, but they were both forgetting their parts of the arrangement; Len was making Zack work for every breath of excitement he released, and Zack was pushing Len to the brink of what his body would tolerate without penetration, even when he knew that was coming next.

"Having trouble with your prey?" Aaron asked, looking over his shoulder with a lazy, horny smile. "Has the student become the master already?"

There was another powerful grunt of effort as Zack ripped Len's jeans away and left them around the ankles of the cheetah, forcing him to stay in place with only the slightest movements in his legs.

No one actually saw if any lube was applied to Zack's member before he pressed the tip up against Len's pucker, but the wince of the feline as his asshole was taken with a deep, brutal thrust didn't inspire any confidence.

"Hardly...this one probably would have slipped away from you," Zack claimed, but there was still a deeper grunt of effort in his voice as he started pummeling down with his hips, driving the full length of his cock into the waiting feline; once he started, his hips never stood still. "But I'm gonna make damn sure that he thinks twice about fucking with my barback ever again..."

Zack was still pretending that the payoff wasn't there, and Aaron was none the wiser, creating a small bond between the canines as they worked on the difficult customers.

Of course, Aaron wasn't working quite so hard, as much as Jace was just having a delightful time, appreciating the new body Aaron was given as much as the canine did, himself.

"Just be careful you don't ruin the poor bastard...I might still have a little something leftover for him," Aaron joked. "Especially with this one fucking his own throat for me..."

Jace eased back from the tip and swirled his tongue over it, cocking a brow at his dominant partner. "You want me to stop, I take it?"

He was hoping that the Doberman would reach behind his head with both paws and throw his mouth back onto the end of his cock: Aaron didn't disappoint, and he went one step further, pushing his hips forth and pulling the feline's head until his lips were wrapped around the base of his member.

"Get the fuck back to work, boy...you've got a long way to go before you pay off your tab."

Staring up at Aaron with a blatant sense of confidence in his narrowed eyes, the newly transformed canine was picking up the impression that Jace and Zack had fooled around before: no doubt, Zack had gone harder on Jace than Aaron was so far, but there was plenty left in his tank.

Len was already starting to burn out, and as his claws raked over the table and tore long, curling trails of false wood from the surface, he cried out in desperation, knowing that he wouldn't be able to take much more of the deep, brutal treatment.

"Zack, y-you...you didn't say you'd g-go this fucking hard!" he whimpered, but there wasn't a sound of pain or discomfort in his voice: it was pure, sensual frustration leaving his body. His face was rubbing on the cheap table, finding that as the only purchase he had in the face of a domineering fuck...but it did next to nothing to dull the wave of sensations that crashed down on him with every thrust.

Whatever Zack was doing with his cock, it was pushing Len to the brink before either party was ready for their fun to come to an end; where Len would just be laying on the table in a small puddle of his own seed, however, Zack would still have plenty left to give, and all the while, he was keeping a side eye on Jace, keeping tabs on his performance.

He knew what a little sweetheart Jace could be when push came to shove, and he didn't want to see Aaron fall prey to sweet nothings and basic praise.

"I never said I wouldn't , either," Zack shot back at Len, pounding him with such force that the rickety table beneath them was whining every bit as loud as the cheetah himself. "Besides, I'm trying to put on a clinic for the new guy; you know I don't do anything halfway!"

The overt plap of full, heavy orbs slapping against Len's backside came to a peak only seconds before the messy squelch of his seed gushing from the tip of his feline cock, shooting out across the table and splashing up against his own torso.

Beyond it all was a cry of delight that took his breath away, and a roll of Zack's eyes as he watched the partner he picked fail to live up to expectations.

"He's still not making me do much of anything...I don't really consider this to be work yet," Aaron admitted, rolling his hips forth with just enough force that Jace had to wince his eyes shut when he felt the pressure of a crotch against his face. "Hell, if this is your job, I'd be happy to cover a few nights a week for you!"

"You've gotta do the first part of the shift too, y'know," Zack reminded him, as he stepped back from Len's quivering body, leaving his tailhole gaping in a perfect outline of his cock. "Sometimes, you're not in the mood for fun after something like that. You're just in the mood to brutalize a pair of pussies..."

Seeing a lapse in Aaron's focus, Jace pulled back and smiled up at the seemingly kinder canine. "He's hardly doing that. He's quite a gentleman, really...and he mn- mmmmnf! Mnn!"

Tugging him back into place by the flesh of a single ear, Aaron showed that he was more than capable of being cruel if he needed to...but he wasn't going to let Jace run his mouth again, as he took the towel from his pocket and wrapped the slack around the feline's throat.

Pulling on the end and watching as Jace realized the proper gravity of his situation, his eyes plead for mercy from Aaron for the first time, just after worshipping his kindness.

"Isn't it so much fun shutting him up like that?" Zack asked, leaving the other cheetah on the table in a pool of his own cooling seed. "The only thing that could be better is pummeling his sorry ass while he tries to beg for release..."

"And you'd know this, how?"

"You really think he doesn't spend all the time in the world here? Always bitching about his sisters and how they get better treatment, while running up a huge tab..."

"They probably peg him."

Zack snickered. "Wouldn't surprise me, but either way, he's more than able to take you in the back, if you want to give it a try."

"You sure you don't want to?"

"I need someone to clean me off first," Zack pointed out, gesturing at his own member. "And I'm pretty sure Jace needs a chaser from all that booze he polished off this evening..."

At that point, it was less of a surprise, and more of a refreshing consistency that Zack was able to be so cruel, even when Jace had a genuine fear for his safety in his eyes.

Though it hadn't been exposed yet, his cock was throbbing with the same excitement, projected in a very different manner.

"And here I thought you were going to make me sit by and watch to make up for what I did earlier," Aaron murmured, a hint of honest surprise in his voice. "He has done a pretty good job of lubing me up, though..."

"Trust me, just rip his pants off and fuck his slutty little brains out," Zack instructed, speaking with a bit more haste as the urge to reach his own climax continued to grow; Len left him hanging on a very delicate position. "I'll make sure that he doesn't go on whining about his problems in the meantime..."

As the towel came away from his neck, Jace let out a series of quick, desperate coughs, but he didn't have a chance to scamper away before Zack caught his throat and clenched it.

Whatever submissive nature he had was drawn out by the pair of controlling canines: as Aaron moved around his backside and pulled the slack of his jeans away with the utmost ease, Zack held Jace only by the throat, pushing the tip of his member against the feline's lips without cleaning it off in the least.

Even when Jace wrinkled his face at the concept, Zack made it clear that he wasn't going to let any disobedience slide: a firm push moved his cock right past that subtle resistance, and a pair of paws around his neck tightened up, having seen the reaction he gave when Aaron restricted his breathing in the first place.

"I think you've just shown him a new thing that he's into," Zack suggesting, grinning wider at the thought of it. "I'll have to remember that the next time he's groaning about his sisters ganging up on him..."

"Or just tease him about what they do to him," Aaron joked, standing in place with a grin on his muzzle, as well. "Fucking hell...the boy just spreads like butter when you grab his ass and give it a squeeze!"

"Just as warm and smooth inside, too. Give it a try."

As Zack moved Jace's head on a line, forcing him to bob his mouth and holding his neck in series of tight, random squeezes, Aaron pushed in gently from the back, at first, still getting used to the strength and gait of his new form...

...But once he was confident his cock would stay buried inside the loose, experienced asshole, he decided to take the training wheels off: hips drove down and forth with such force that Jace was bucked all the way down to the base of Zack's knot, surprising the original canine just as much as the cheetah between the two of them.

"That's it...r-really lay into this little bitch!" Zack cheered him on, returning the favor and pounding against the feline's snout with what little energy he had left after working a full, twelve hour shift.

As it turned out, that little bit of energy came with an impressive outburst, as Jace felt the full weight of a knot pushing forth and sealing inside of his lips...but it wasn't leaking a single drop just yet.

Zack still had plenty of thrusts left to give, and he wasn't going to settle until he was sure that the cheetah had learned his lesson about hassling the bar staff.

"Think he's earned a little cream filling?" Aaron asked, knowing that he wouldn't be able to last forever when Jace was already seizing up on the inches of his cock; that was to say nothing of the oral treatment he'd been given before, and to the feline's credit, his throat could make anyone burst if they gave him a chance to work them properly. "Cause I'm...n-not gonna lie...I think I'm ready to-

"Fill him up, then," Zack finished the thought, letting out a long, heavy sigh as his own juices leapt from the tip of his canine manhood, soaking the back of Jace's throat. The cheetah was swallowing the instant he tasted the salty-sweet mess, but that wasn't enough to keep it from bubbling over into the roof of his mouth and spilling back over his tongue...the sheer volume was enough to leave a weight in his stomach, and from the other end, he could feel the schlip of a knot sinking into his asshole as Aaron pounded out the last of his efforts.

It took a few extra thrusts for the full weight of his knot to stay in place, but as he watched, Aaron saw a little trickle of his seed spilling back out of the tight, overly stuffed cheetah, complete with a trail of bubbles, brought about by their vigorous act.

"Y'know...they say a whiskey sour is better with egg whites," Aaron joked, even as he held onto Jace with such depth that his claws threatened to draw blood from the lucky boy in the middle. "But I've never tried frothing them like this before..."

On the other side, Zack was snickering. "Who knew you had a sense of humor? Or such knowledge about how to make a proper cocktail..."

"Trust me, dude...I wasn't kidding when I said I could cover for you from time to time."

Thinking that over and realizing that he might have been a little hasty to punish Aaron, he looked at the pair of utterly exhausted felines and decided that the new Doberman had more than proven his worth.

"Think you'll be busy next weekend?"