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The storm roiled over the small town of Pawsburg, a large weather warning siren in the town square wailing away as the wind and rain beat at the asphalt and buildings. The storm overhead looked bad, turbulent black clouds still fat with rain looming above the residents causing most residents to go to ground, finding safe places in their homes or hiding in storm shelters. It was going to possibly get bad very soon.

Meanwhile on the main road into town sat the closed and locked doors of the local Pawlor General, a pretty bog standard dollar store affair. The manager on duty having been told by higher ups to lock the doors and close the store down until the possibility of tornadoes pass. The two person staff stuff themselves into the smallish bathroom of the building, the only place in the whole store that was rated 'safe' by corprorate for these sort of emergencies.

The stores only occupants sat on the floor, a small radio between them playing country music at a low volume as they waited tensely for news about the possible disaster. The manager, a male anthro coyote, sat with his arms above his head, lounging and complaining, "This is such a shitty situation, can you honestly imagine living in a place where nature just comes by and smacks your shit in some times?"

"Why don't you leave then," responds Kalya, the vixen across from him. She's sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest and is obviously nervous, "I never hear you ever talk about moving anywhere."

Coyly he smiles back at her, "Well, there's lots of reasons to stay in Pawsburg, you know. Like-" he lifts his chin, kind of pointing it at her and putting a smirk on his face, "You know."

"Oh shut u-" the vixens response is cut off as thunder booms. The strike close enough to rattle the whole store and she squeaks in terror, ears shooting straight up. Their conversation pauses as they listen. The sound of rain beating on the cheap roof of the building is nearly deafening in the small space. Casey reaches out to turn the volume up on the small device, to help keep the rain from drowning it out.

"You okay?" the coyote asks, serious over the tune of some sad song about whiskey and crying, "I know you're not a huge fan of storms, right?"

Sheepishly the vixen asks back, "Can I sit next to you? No funny business though." He nods and scoots over slightly to make some space, which is promptly filled by her rump.

A few minutes pass in silence, the thunder booming in the distance as they sit silently and still. The music on the radio is broken occasionally for commercials about allergy drugs and the occasional update on the weather. Suddenly the shrill noise of the emergency system fills the room making both of them jump as it begins giving out its information. It seems the worst of the storm will be missing Pawsburg by a few miles to the north, and with that information they both visibly relax.

Kayla sighs, starting to get up before the hand on her wrist stops her. "It's alright, I know you're shook up. Just relax for a bit. It's not a big deal. Break time." Casey says, pulling her back down to sitting. The fox stares at his hand on her wrist, then up at him. A wave of emotions going across her face. From confusion, to anger, to acceptance.

"Okay." she replies. "But you better fix my time, I need the hours."

The lanky guy almost falls over laughing, "Yes, I'll fix your god damn hours! This'll be your paid lunch, you absolute slave driver."

Without missing a beat, she leans over, pressing her muzzle to his cheek and kisses him, "You're not so bad, sometimes." They waiver there nose to nose and smiling before a blur of movement follows, Casey coming forward, loud giggles from the Vixen as he embraces her and they both flop a bit onto the floor. The locked in pair begin making out, their touching a near never ending set of motions. Her hands go to his back and under his shirt as she claws at him, squeezing a "Hey!" out of him as his own hands hold him up from her slightly.

Pulling mouths apart seems to be a real chore for both of them, the couple nearly out of breath as they do so. Kayla gets the first words in edgewise, "Here?" The coyotes black bangs hanging over one side of his face just responds with a nod as she shakes her head and lets him know how unprofessional he is. All it really earns her is a smack on the ass as she gets up. The sound of unzipping pants, and a metal belt buckle hitting the floor are all the sounds that follows for a few moments.

* * *

Pants off, the couple moves rapidly, the larger coyote taking the vixen by the hips and pulling her around to press her soft furred rear against him. His hands snaking around and up the front of her shirt to cup generous handfuls of bosom as the fox coos out an agreeable response to his firm touch. With her bare ass pressed to his crotch she can feel him already rapidly starting to grow and with a slender hand she reaches around behind herself to grasp at the shaft.

"Better hurry, before your boss decides to call and make sure we're open again." Kayla giggles, her soft fingers grasping at the manhood behind her. Casey doesn't even bother with words, his hands coming out from her her shirt to grasp at her plush behind, hands squeezing cheeks firmly and giving the orange bottomed fox another firm smack on the butt.

Moving as if by instinct she leans forward, her tail coming up and presenting herself fully, lower lips glistening in the electric light of the bathroom like a prize to be taken. The wild dog that Casey is, he doesn't take long to take her up on the offer. Teasing cockhead to slit and slowly sliding in. His hands continue to grip her hindquarters as he firmly presses her backwards onto his canine member.

Biting off an escaping moan Kayla looks back at him and chews her lower lip, "Big." is the only word she gets out before he begins moving his hips. Thrusting at a slow pace, enjoying himself, Casey finally decides to speak up, "You always say that, babe. It never actually gets any bigger." With a chuckle he gives a single harder thrust, her ass plapping off his lap as the motion nearly bottoms him out inside her.

The slow pace picks up shortly after that, with one hand grasping at her rear while the other reaches up to wrap the girls long hair and grip if firmly. The wet sounds of sex fill the small bathroom fairly swiftly as Kayla's head is tilted back from the grasp, her high pitched moans causing the coyote mounting her to grin smugly at the back of her head. Pent up as she is it doesn't take long before her walls begins to squeeze down harder and harder on the invading shaft. Shallow gasps and moans growing louder and louder from her mouth with each thrust. The riding coyote knows whats happening the signs and pushes her harder for both of their pleasures sake.

"That's it, you dirty girl Take it!" he barks behind her, stuffing his rocket to the knot repeatedly as his fox-ass holding hands switches to gripping her large orange tail by the base and pull it roughly towards his lap. "Cum on my fucking cock!" It's a demand, an order even. One she obeys. Clamping down on his shaft as her muscles tighten and hips shake the smaller fox barely manages to remain upright, largely because of the firm grip of her partner. A partner who doesn't stop just because she has finished once.

Casey holds the pace steady, deep and hard, and clearly doesn't show any plan to slow down or change positions. All the while the first feminine climax just adds to the lubrication. Tightening his grip on his cock sleeves hair and tail he's starting to show from the effort of it. breathing less controlled than before as his hilted manhood begins to twitch inside Kayla. With a feral growl his hips rock forward hard and he releases her hair, both hands grabbing onto her hips like a man clinging for his life.

A thought that never even occurs to the ridden vixen as she feels him hold her steady, every twitch of him inside her sending electric pleasure up her body and catching her breath as she can feel him begin to creampie her. The large coyote dick slamming to the hilt fully, knot pushing in and tieing her to him as his hips thrust hard. Unable to stop him from breeding her from behind as her hips shake from the feeling of being bred at least a part of the foxes lust is willing to admit she doesn't want him to stop, even she could stop him.

The vixens second orgasm matches her partners, spunk pumping into her as Casey holds her down on his tool. His growls mix with her moans but it doesn't take long for him to finish leaving his deposit and they both hold their places to catch their breath as the knot keeps them together.

"You," the vixen turns to look back at him with anger in her eyes, "Son of a bitch! Did you?!" She looks back, a little runnel of her own drool visible on her lip and chin, "You did!" she tries to pull forward, to pop him out, but just doesn't have the strength to do so.

"What?!" he responds, "You didn't tell me not to!" It takes only a few milliseconds for him to realize how stupid of a response that is, but he just laughs, "I'll grab you something, what is it we sell, back up plan or something?"

Her tail practically assaults him, smacking at his face and chest with its orange and white fluff, "You fucking better!" Meanwhile the storm outsides continues to fade as the lovers quarrel plays itself out.

* * *

A little while later the manager and his worker have escaped the confines of the bathroom, redressed and straightened up. Kaylas hair only a little worse for wear. The two walk back up to the front door of the Pawlor General, snickering a few teasing remarks back and forth. Kayla thwacking her coyote in the shoulder as he makes an off color joke, "You know," she remarks, "You're lucky you're cute, because you're a gigantic asshole."

"I know!" Casey fires back, "I was born that way, a terrible condition really. Just can't seem to grow out of it- Is there someone already outside, damn, what?" Motioning to the door they can see a figure hunched into a rain coat, with hood pulled up over their head. Without much ado Casey pulls out his key ring and fidgets with it for a moment, the loud clack clack of the doors causing the stranger to turn to face it.

"G-Guys? What's going on?" the figure asks sheepishly, "I'm not late, am I? Does this count against me?"

Coyote and Fox respond in unison, "Kyle?" as they both start to laugh. Casey asks, "Have you seriously been waiting out here? In the storm?"

Kyle explains, pulling his yellow hood off from over his head to reveal his small antlers, the deer is soaked to the bone. The coat barely even helped him, "Yeah, my mom gave me a ride to work, I didn't think we'd be closed. She just kinda kicked me out of the car and told me to wait. Did I miss anything?"

With a friendly, if rough, slap onto the bucks shoulder Casey glances at Kayla, "Not a thing, lets get everything turned back on bud, I'll give you the time for standing out here, that's my bad, c'mon!"