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On rare occasions, the hustle and bustle of the city drove you from your sleep... if he'd been asleep. Truth is, Kirby had been driving for the past fifteen minutes to get to work super early, first impressions were always supposed to be good right?

The tiger had just gotten a new job being the right hand of the hottest bakery in town, Grey's Pastries, run by none other than Gideon Grey himself. The portly fox had expanded himself from his little shop in Zootopia and relocated to the smaller town of Denshire Falls where business wasn't as booming as the big city, but anything carrying Gideon's name found its way to be successful.

Kirby stopped in front of the grocer, where a friendly chinchilla was standing at the front of the door. He gave a wave as he climbed out of the car.

"Morning Oakley!"

"Mornin' Kirby!" Oakley adjusted his glasses and recognized the uniform apron the younger man was wearing. "You workin for Gids now?"

"Yeah!" Kirby walked around to pop the trunk of the car, "Remember? I'd been apprenticing there for the past seven months. He just offered me an official job!"

The old chinchilla let out a laugh. "Well, I'll be. Guess you're gonna be picking up his orders now huh? Is that why you're here so early?"

The tiger grinned and nodded, his azure-colored stripes flashing quickly in his excitement. "Yes sir!"

Oakley shook his head but still wore a smile on his face. "Alright, you come and follow me, Glow Stick."

Kirby followed the older gentlemen through the back door of the store, the lights flickering on before Oakley walked over to a pile of baking supplies, large bags of flour, sugar, yeast, and bottles of vanilla extract. "Here's the bulk of it, berries should be arriving shortly."

A horn honk got their attention.

"Speak of the devil," Kirby chuckled.

Oakley placed his hand on the tiger's shoulder. "You load the dry goods up while I get you your berries, kid."

And that's what Kirby did. The delivery driver was kind enough to let him sample some of the products to determine what was the freshest. His car was practically overflowing with apples, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, the whole lot.

He bid the old chinchilla a farewell before climbing in the car and making his way to the bakery.

The sun was barely up by this point, streaking the sky with a radiant orange glow. Birds were chirping, Kirby could see some people jogging down the road, a couple of kids rushing to catch the bus.

Denshire Falls was a wonderful community that he was happy to grow up in, loving, friendly, and overall pleasant. Despite his home life, he still found a way to make it the best he possibly could.

Pulling into the back entrance of the bakery, he saw a familiar truck in the parking lot. 'Maybe I underestimated how early he shows up.' he thought.

Kirby climbed out of the car and made his way inside. He opened the door to find the bakery spotless, save for a few unwashed bowls and mixers in the sink.

"Boss?" he called out.

He opened the door to the shop part of the bakery to find it empty. Just the wafting smell of the baked goods that were sitting in the display case.

"Weird," Kirby muttered.

It wasn't like the older fox to not be dashing around the kitchen prepping a pie or a cake or something simple like cookies to be delivered. It was possible he'd come in later, but his pick-up was outside, which was strange in itself.

The young tiger went over to the office door, where he would be seen doing paperwork on the rare occasion. He gave it a light knock and awaited an answer, "Hey, Boss, it's me, Kirby."

No answer.

He knocked again just to be sure.

Still no response.

Kirby turned the door handle and opened it. The room was seemingly empty save for a bookshelf or two filled to the brim with Gideon's self-help books and cookbooks. There were a couple of photos, trophies, and awards of the baker's competitions in the past.

A light snore drew him to the futon in the corner of the room. The fox was sound asleep completely nude. Kirby's face started to glow blue from embarrassment. Gideon's clothes were strewn about the floor, his shirt, shoes, pants, underwear, the only thing covered were his feet with a pair of argyle socks.

Kirby opened his mouth to speak, but that's when he found a bottle of liquor spilled on the floor. 'Oh...' he thought.

He tiptoed over to the bottle and picked it up, making sure he wouldn't wake up the slumbering form. Quietly exiting the room, the young feline trashed the bottle and started bringing in the groceries and warming up the ovens as well as the coffee machine.

Kirby started baking; chopping fruits, rolling out dough, mixing batter, and prepping the display case for any customers. He mimicked most of the actions he'd seen his mentor perform countless times before, sometimes getting a splatter of berry juice on his apron.

Kirby dipped his finger into a bowl of cake batter and put it in his mouth. "Needs more sugar," he muttered.

As he bent down to get the sugar, he heard the office door open and there stood Gideon, buttoning up his shirt with his glasses held between his teeth.

"Morning Mr.Grey!"

Gideon flinched at the sudden increase in volume. That's when he noticed that he was a little more sluggish in the morning; a far cry from his usual upbeat, southern self, his ears were folded back and his tail was dragging along the floor.

He didn't answer, only put his glasses on and dragged himself over to the coffee maker, practically tripping over himself in the process.

The fox cursed himself as Kirby rushed over to try and help him up.

"Sorry 'bout that, Kirby. What're ya doin' here this early?" Gideon asked.

"Well um... I wanted to surprise ya with the bakery open and ready by the time you got here." Kirby said.

Gideon smiled at him. He was always such a help around the bakery, and to him. It was practically yesterday that he could barely be trusted to scramble eggs, and now here he was prepping fresh fillings and fudge from scratch!

"Here, let's set you down somewhere," Kirby led the man to a table nearby and seated him. "I'll get you some coffee and take care of the bakery today,"

Gideon looked at him wide-eyed, "Now I don-"

"Come on, Boss! It shouldn't be too hard! You taught me everything I know, I can take care of things for a day!"

Gideon felt a tickle in his pride. He removed his glasses to rub his eyes in thought, "...Fine. But when ya need help, I want ya ta' come straight ta' me ya here?"

Kirby gave a salute, "You got it, Boss!"

It was another hour before opening time so Gideon got to watch the tiger speed around the kitchen. His deft hands felt as if they were on autopilot as he frosted cakes and mixed fudge.

The portly fox was almost jealous of the younger man's improvement. It was almost as if he was looking in an old mirror. Gideon didn't see a tiger in front of him, instead, he saw a younger version of himself who'd just come to terms with himself as a young man. Working out years and years of his toxic childhood and becoming the well-adjusted mentor he was, he only hoped to be to Kirby what his father wasn't to him.

"Ya wanna give it a taste?" Kirby offered.

Gideon jumped, snapping himself from his thoughts. "I'm sorry, what?"

"The cake," Kirby held up a place of chocolate cake glazed in white frosting with a single strawberry resting on top and the edges decorated with sprinkles. "Ya want a taste?"

Gideon accepted the plate, and raised a brow, "I don't remember this being a part of tha' regular lineup,"

"Cause it's not. I used coffee grounds in the batter, as well as chocolate chips. Figured you could use something to eat," Kirby nervously rubbed the back of his neck, half expecting to be scolded for experimenting without the fox's permission.

But to his surprise, all he got was a smile as Gideon picked up a fork and cut himself a piece, and took a bite. The older man's expression changed a fair bit as he took another bite.

"Damn, kid. All on yer own?" Gideon asked.

"Yeah,"

Gideon took another bite before pointing his fork towards the door that led out to the shop, "Make sure this lil' number gets up on that display platter, it's damn near heavenly!"

Kirby felt his pride swell. A smirk made its way onto his face, "If you like it so much, maybe I should start running the place more often!"

"Don't push it."

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Orders came in and went, Kirby's cake ended up being a big hit as well. By the time the day was done he had at least a dozen orders of it.

Gideon stood on the sidelines for the day occasionally popping in to restock cookies and cupcakes while Kirby ran the register.

"Thank you for your business, hope you have a good evening!" Kirby waved to the last customer, the sound of the door shutting allowing them a moment of reprieve.

Kirby turned to look at his boss to find him staring forlornly at a random corner of the bakery. He raised a brow and walked over to him.

Placing a hand on the fox's shoulder seemed to snap him out of his trance that only worried Kirby more. "Is everything okay Mr.Grey?"

"Sport," Gideon's voice took on a more empty tone. "I... I got dumped." Gideon said.

"Oh," Was all Kirby could muster. He hardly knew that the older man was in a relationship. Usually, their conversations centered around him, school, or his life with his dad here in town.

"Yeah... I've been crashing here for the last month and a half so he could pack. Only go back ta shower, and clean up." Gideon said.

"So you're ga-" Kirby clamped his hands over his mouth.

Now was not the time to be probing his employer's sexual preferences!

Gideon let out a soft chuckle before reaching into his back pocket and getting out his wallet. He produced a photo of himself dressed in a rainbow tank top and waving an MLM flag amid a crowd of similarly dressed folk. "I sponsored the Pride Parade back in tha' city."

"Wow... must have been great, huh?"

"It sure was." Gideon's ears folded back as he returned the photo to his pocket. He took a deep, shaky breath as a lump started to form in his throat. "I-it's just I thought I was doin' tha' right thing and it blew up in my face."

Kirby opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was listen to him.

At this point tears started to fall, "The worst part is, it's my fault? I-I was too clingy, I was desperate, I just wanted to fix it!"

"Gideon..."

"My ma and pa were right, I don't amount ta' nothin'," Gideon choked.

Kirby firmly grabbed the older man's wrist, "Gideon, look at me."

The fox turned away and weakly attempted to pull himself free as he cried.

"Look at me." Kirby's voice was much more forceful and slowly Gideon faced him, eyes flowing with tears as his shoulders shook and trembled with every stifled sob.

"I'm pathet-"

"No, you aren't. I don't know where you got it in your head that there's something wrong with you, but there isn't!" Kirby loosened his grip on Gideon's wrist and gently took hold of his wide hands. "You know what these are?"

All Gideon could do was look at him, sniveling.

"These hands are capable of so much. They're strong enough to crush an apple to paste, skilled enough to make a birdhouse outta an old two by four, and delicate enough to craft a chocolate souffle and carry it three blocks on a busy street and still have it hot to serve!"

Gideon couldn't help but crack a smile at that last one. It was for his employee's birthday. He remembered it clearly because it was stormy and he was standing on the porch in the rain for fifteen minutes before Kirby and his father had pulled into the driveway from lunch. The fox was soaked to the bone, but the dish was still perfect.

"You're hurt, you're sad, and that's okay. But don't go tearing yourself down because of one thing that didn't work out."

Kirby looked at the baker and reached up to wipe his tears away. Gideon leaned into the gentle caress of his hand, still sniffling occasionally before pulling him into a big hug. They stayed like that for a good while, with Kirby petting over Gideon as he calmed down.

The baker started to feel something stirring inside him during this embrace, something he hadn't felt for a long time. This feeling... that heart thumping, stomach fluttering, mind racing feeling... it was love, right?

"Kirby, I think I have something to tell you," Gideon said.

They both stared into each other's eyes, studying each other, almost waiting for one to make the next move.

Kirby took the initiative and kissed Gideon's soft lips. At first, he was confused as if he was doing it right, but a hand came up behind his head to pull him in closer. Gideon's tongue prodded at his bottom lip for entry into his mouth. It slithered into the awaiting cavity, gently exploring it, tasting him.

The tiger moaned softly as his hands wandered down Gideon's body, starting from his back feeling those strong muscles underneath his shirt. Then they went lower, to his love handles and gripped them softly to get a feel for the baker's doughy body.

Gideon broke away for a moment and buried his face in Kirby's neck and nibbled softly on the sensitive skin, making the feline groan aloud. "Fuck, Kirby," he panted.

He wormed his way out of his suspenders before he took note of the tightness of his jeans. His hand drifted down between the two of them as his thick fingers groped Kirby's own tented pants.

"Golly, yer hard as a rock," Gideon said.

"And you're hot as fuck."

"Whaddya say we close early, hm?"

"Please."

From the outside the signed on the front of the bakery flipped from open to closed.

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Thankfully Gideon had a van they could use, granted it was his old delivery van, but it had a mattress and it was better than having sex in the kitchen of the bakery.

"Hope this'll be fine, been a while since I had company an' all," Gideon's cheek burned a deep red as he started to unbutton his shirt, freeing his chubby belly and toned chest. Years of working as a farmhand as a kid and good food kept him in moderately decent shape. His broad shoulders making him seem much wider than he was.

Kirby lifted his shirt up over his head and uncovered his flabby belly.

Gideon swallowed hard as his erection throbbed. "Fuck."

"C'mere you sexy beast."

Once again, hands started roaming, breathing heavily as they wriggled thei out of their pants. They both groaned as their bulges ground against one another.

Kirby's fingers hooked the hem of Gideon's briefs and pulled them down slowly. The stiff member was pushed down only to spring upward and slap against Gideon's belly once it was free.

Gideon nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "S-sorry if it ain't much." His uncut cock didn't stick out much past his big belly and Kirby couldn't help but smile at him.

"You think I care about the size? As long as it does the job I could care less about size!" Kirby said. He took his index finger and gently ran his finger pad over his piss-slit causing it to twitch under his touch. "Besides, I think it's really cute."

Gideon's ears folded in embarrassment, "C-cute?"

"Not in like a mean way!" Kirby quickly corrected, "Like how it looks, a-and how it fits your frame well! It's a nice dick!"

Both Gideon and Kirby shared in a laugh.

"Never had anyone call my pecker cute b'fore. Makes me feel nice." Gideon said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Kirby's finger wriggled beneath his foreskin teasing the head as the soft digit ran along the surface of the head. Gideon could barely bite back a soft moan from escaping his lips.

Kirby grinned deviously as he withdrew his finger and held it up to the fox, "How's it taste?"

The tiger pressed the pre-cum covered digit to Gideon's lips and he opened his mouth to let it inside. The baker suckled softly, but with urgency as the salty-sweet taste of his pre danced across his taste buds. Kirby started to withdraw but Gideon grabbed his wrist with a lustful look in his eye. He popped the finger out of his mouth and lewdly licked it from the base as his palm, sucking at the tip for extra measure.

"Tastes delicious," Gideon said.

Kirby grinned and slipped out of his boxer briefs. Gideon was in awe of his employee, not only due to the nearly striking similarities between their dicks, but due to the amount of pre-steadily dripping from the tip.

"Leakin' like a stuck pig, kiddo."

"Hehe, it's... been a little while," Kirby said.

"Same here... do... do ya have a rubber?" Gideon asked shyly.

Kirby's face lit up, "Yup! There should be one right about... here!" He dug around in his wallet and held up two blue packages.

"I just uh-"

"No need to explain. I understand totally." Kirby handed the condom to Gideon.

A moment of awkward silence was shared between them. Gideon looked at the condom in hand and opened his mouth to say something but clamped his mouth shut.

"Nervous?" Kirby asked.

"Y-yeah. I-I never really got touched, y'know... down there."

Kirby raised a brow, "So you're a-"

"Virgin? Yeah, he uh... didn't want sex."

"Oh, I see." Kirby licked his lips, "Then let me take care of you, Gids,"

Kirby scooted over to the fox and started kissing his chest, the carpet, of course, red hair gathered there tickled his nose with each peck. He took a brief stop at his belly, letting his hands roam the soft expanse of flesh as he buried his face in his navel.

Gideon felt a shiver run down his spine and tail when he felt Kirby's tongue dig into the shallow crevice of his belly button. His dick lurched and drooled more pre-cum that ran down his meaty shaft as it gently rubbed against Kirby's chest.

"Oh gosh," Gideon moaned.

Kirby went lower, planting more kisses on his way. He found his face inhalings the light musk of the baker's fat pad, the aroma of his body wash, and natural body odor permeating his senses. "You smell wonderful," he said.

"But I uh... haven't had a good shower in two days," Gideon said, blushing hotly.

"What's a good wine that isn't aged to perfection," Kirby retorted. He wondered how the fox still smelled so fresh, even after two days. He'd have to grab a hold of his underwear for later inspection, but it only drove him more wild when he started nosing the twitching member in front of him. He took a deep inhale of his musk once again and let his tongue flick out and catch a taste at the small river of pre that gathered around the base.

"Mmph- Goodness, Kirby."

"Don't worry, I'm just getting started." The tiger dragged his tongue along the length and popped the tip into his mouth. He suckled softly on Gideon's foreskin, making the fox groan out loud.

The way his tongue teased the head, the heat of his mouth, the perfect sucking motion, Gideon felt an all too familiar feeling welling in his balls. "K-kirby- gah fuck- I'm gonna- gonna-!"

Kirby wasn't prepared for the first rope of sticky cum to hit him in the back of the throat, but he swallowed the following spurts. He pressed the head of Gideon's cock against the roof of his mouth to improve the suction, only for the baker to squeal and whimper as he was milked for his seed.

"Please, please, f-fuck Kirby, s-stoppit," Gideon whimpered.

Kirby obliged, sliding off his twitching dick to let Gideon catch his breath.

"I-I'm sorry that never happened b'fore! It just felt s-so good and I couldn't stop!" Gideon said. His face was contorted in shame as he wrung his hands nervously.

"Gid, buddy, it's fine! Sometimes ya fire off without warning, especially after a long time." Kirby kissed the deflating member and smiled up at the fox.

"I... here, lemme do you, it's only fair right?" Gideon said.

Kirby beamed as he sat back on his legs with his striped tail swaying happily. His dick bobbed in front of him as a string of pre-cum drooled from the tip. His face glowed in embarrassment as he saw a small wet spot had formed on the mattress from where he was laying.

"Lean back against me," Gideon beckoned the tiger to him and spread his legs some to accommodate him. Kirby scooted over and rested against the larger male, feeling his warm, soft belly pressed against his back. "Atta boy, now you just let Uncle Gids, take good care of ya,"

Gideon's broad hands came around to feel up Kirby's flabby chest, his fingertips tracing the outline of the young man's nipples and gently kneading his doughy flesh. A low purr echoed through the van as Gideon massaged him. His nails lightly raked through the coarse, white fur that covered his stomach and sent tingles that could be felt all the way in his toes.

Moving further down Gideon started rubbing Kirby's belly and watched the tiger's cock jump and twitch as he did so. He hooked his finger into his navel and jiggled the soft flesh, earning a giggle from the feline.

"Havin' fun?" Kirby growled.

"I will when you're squealing for me to let ya cum, Cub." The way Gideon's voice rang in his ears made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Those broad paws of Gideon's found themselves at Kirby's crotch, which had a pool of pre-cum gathered at the base of his dick with a couple of rivulets running down to his balls.

"Eager, aren't we?" Gideon teased.

"Y-yeah."

Gideon's thick digits curled around the shaft, he leaned down and planted a kiss on the younger male's neck. He rolled the foreskin back and growled lustfully at the sight of the thick head. Gently stroking his thumb over the wet, slick area, Kirby shuddered against him and leaned further into his strong body.

One of Gideon's burly arms wrapped around Kirby's chest, holding him in place as he stroked the tiger's slick, throbbing cock. From over his shoulder, Gideon watched his eyes glaze over as he basked in the pleasure of his hand. To the way his breath would hitch when he would tease the head of his dick, to the way his tail would twitch every time he'd pinch his nipples.

"You're so fuckin' hot," Gideon growled.

"T-thank you B-boss,"

Gideon's grip tightened, "Ya know who's dick this is, Cub?"

"Yours, Boss," Kirby panted

"Damn fuckin' right it is! Ya know what else?" Gideon's thumb scrubbed the head once more making Kirby cry out.

"W-what, Boss?"

"I want to see ya cum, Cub. Ya don't wanna disappoint me do ya?"

"F-fuck, no, B-Boss, I-I wanna make you proud!" Kirby's hips started to buck into Gideon's broad hands.

"Well come on champ, let that load out fer me, kay?" Gideon cooed.

Kirby could only whimper and groan, he didn't even realize that Gideon's dick was rubbing against his back, the friction of his humping egging Gideon on.

Gideon bit his lip and growled in his ear, "Bet you've been waiting fer me to do this, haven't ya?

Kirby barely managed a nod, as Gideon grabbed the condom and ripped it open with his teeth.

"Dragging yer candy ass into my office, tearing ya outta those clothes, and fuckin' ya like a feral bitch in heat!" Gideon rolled the condom down his dick, "Lift up fer me." he said.

Kirby leaned forward and got on all fours, he waggled his ass in the air for the pudgy fox.

Licking his chops, Gideon grabbed the two fleshy globes and parted them, exposing the bright pink spot in the sea of white fur. He didn't have any lube on hand and the condom barely had any either so it looks like he was going to do this the old-fashioned way.

"Just relax, need to open you up a little." Gideon massaged the tiger's ass and when he heard purring he leaned in and his rough tongue tickled the button, sending a shock through him.

At first, he tensed up but after a couple more licks, Kirby's eyes glazed over and the only sounds that rang through the air were his moans of pleasure and Gideon's noisy slurping at his hole. He buried his glowing face into the mattress to stifle his moans but the tickling of Gideon's mustache on such a sensitive area made it nearly impossible.

"There, nice and wet." Gideon swatted the orange rump before him and grinned evilly when Kirby yelped, "Come back this way, Cub."

Kirby leaned backward, letting Gideon grab hold of his hips to guide him to the head of his dick. Slowly, Gideon watched the head of his dick sink inside the feline's virginal whole; a chorus of moans filled the van from both men.

"You alright? Does it hurt?" Gideon asked?

Kirby shook his head, "N-no, Boss, it feels great. Fuck you're so thick!"

"And yer so fuckin' tight!" Gideon slapped Kirby's ass again and this time heard a moan.

"A-again!" Kirby cried.

Gideon obliged and spanked him again. He began to undulate his hips beneath the chubby tiger stuffing more of his cock inside him. He wanted nothing more than to shove his face into the mattress and dig him out. He reached around and gripped Kirby's fat cock, and stroked it in rhythm with his hips.

"F-fuck." Kirby reached up and started pinching his nipples and the surge of pleasure that tore through his body made his hole twitch and clamp down on the cock pummeling his prostate.

Dripping with sweat, the two basked in each other's touch, panting and moaning in sync with one another. This was their moment, something they both yearned for.

Gideon's pace became more fervent, as well as his growls and cursing. Opened his mouth and chomped down on Kirby's shoulder, much to the surprise of the tiger. It hurt, but not enough to cause his erection to lessen, in fact, it did the opposite.

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"Here, lemme finish you off too," Gideon panted.

Kirby eased his shaking body off of the fox's cock, mourning the full feeling it gave him only seconds ago. He sat in Gideon's lap, resting his head on his shoulder. Something warm and slimy slipped over his dick and when he looked down he saw it was the condom Gideon was wearing. Still full of fox spunk that encased his member, sloshing around wetly made the younger male moan.

"Come on champ, ya can do it. Ya did so well takin' my cock. I'm so proud of ya," Gideon murmured.

Kirby leaned into the older man's shoulder, weakly thrusting into his hand. He felt almost embarrassed that he was enjoying the encouragement, but that was always how the baker treated him, made him feel special.

Kirby nibbled on his lip listening to Gideon's tender words, especially when he felt himself being idly petted and kissed on his forehead.

"Let it all out, show how much I can make ya feel good."

The feeling almost hit like a semi, taking hold of Kirby's body as he filled the condom. His body was wracked with spasms of pleasure, barely able to catch his breath as he clawed at Gideon's chest. Gideon didn't miss a beat either, gently stroking over the tiger's ears cooing sweet nothings as he milked his dick into the thoroughly used rubber, that had now doubled in size with the addition of Kirby's seed.

Gideon slipped the latex covering off, tied the end, and tossed it with their clothes.

They both laid there, trying to recover from their exhausting escapades.

"So... was it good?" Gideon asked.

"It was fucking great, Boss."

"Sorry I um... bit ya. Couldn't control myself." Gideon hung his head, but a gentle hand cupped his chubby face.

"Don't be sorry, it was hot," Kirby said.

Instead of getting up to leave, instead, they made themselves comfortable on the mattress. They both stared into each other's eyes, blue looking into green.

"Does this mean we're... official?" Kirby asked.

"I dunno... I guess? Yer a good help around here, make me feel happy an' stuff, so, yeah, I'd say yeah," Gideon chuckled.

Kirby smiled tiredly, snuggling closer to the fox, "I'm glad..." he couldn't get the rest of his sentence out before he drifted off, his light snoring filling the van as Gideon followed suit.

He was happy, he was content, he was loved. He couldn't ask for anything else.