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Another quiet Sunday afternoon at Pawlor General, the rush of people getting out from church having already passed as the employees straighten their workplace up and begin to get ready to leave fairly soon. The three on shift are the Store Manager, Casey. Flirtatious coyote lecher that he is. Delwyn Rees, a long time worker who never seems to have found what she's really good at and lastly the new hire, Kyle the anxious buck.

"Alright," Casey says, putting on his best boss voice, "Can you two go straighten up the clothes racks some, I think that some girl left some crap in the dressing room. I'll keep an eye out up here in case anyone comes in."

Delwyn whines back, "I hate doing the clothes though, I never fold them right." Looking back and forth between the two Kyle seems to want to say something, but remains silent as he logs himself off the register and begins working his way through the aisles to the clothing section at the back of the store with his corgi companion.

"You don't talk much, do you?" she asks, looking at the back of the deer's head as he walks. "Huh," he stutters out, peering back at her as they walk, "I guess not, still getting used to this work thing." The pudgy girl behind him giggles at him in response, causing the bucks cheeks to burn bright red.

They begin sorting the mixed clothing, putting things back in the right order. Moving and folding shirts, jeans, and socks to go back to where they should be. After a time they both end up heading into the dressing room. The clothes inside are piled onto the seat that was installed against the wall, blouses and skirts, all of them pulled from their hangers and left in a mess.

"Dammit to hell," the canine girl groans, "Here, you get the hangers together and I'll start sorting. Wanna sit?" She motions at the bench. With a quiet nod Kyle takes the offered seat on the long bench, pushed up into the corner as Delwyn takes the other side. Between them the assortment of clothing. She continues pestering him as they work.

"So you're not always this quiet?" she queries, "How long do you think it will take you to open up some?" A practical stream of words pouring out of her mouth, giving him no room to respond. "You're from here aren't you? I think you were a few grades below me. You have a sister don't you? She's the girl with the walking stick, right?"

Kyle, in his defense, tries to respond. Making barely a word out in response to each question as he stares at her dumbfounded. Eventually he bullies his way in, "Do you always chatter like this?

"Yes!" she responds cheerfully, "Especially with the shy ones. I think it's really cute, so much better than dealing with Casey, absolute cave-dog that he is."

"Cute?" Kyle stutters out as he stares at her. Obviously he doesn't agree with this version of it.

"Yeah, you know, a boy that can't even manage to form words. I like it, makes me all silly. Why? Do you not think its cute?" she begins up again, another flood of information pouring out of her mouth at him.

"No." The first real word he's managed to put force into, "I hate it. Makes me feel like an idiot." Each word getting quieter as he stares down at his work and stops.

"Aw, hun, you're not an idiot. You're just shy, am I making it worse?" she asks, looking up at the slightly taller deer sitting with her. For a long moment they stare into each others eyes, but Kyle is the first to blush and look away, clearly upset.

"Oh, I am." she drawls out. "Is this better or worse," lightly tossing the folded pants in her lap aside she crosses her arms under her full breasts and tilts her head to look at him curiously.

The buck practically bolts upright, a smattering of words escaping from his lips in response to the corgis actions and pose. Nearly tripping his way out the door she stops and giggles, telling him to sit back down again as she says quietly to herself, "That's a fun response."

Kyle's red cheeks are practically on fire at this point, but he gets himself under control and retakes his seat, "You can't do that, that's not fair." he angrily responds, "What if Casey caught you? I could get in trouble!" The girls fluttering giggle of a response just causing him to stutter again as she speaks, "Casey would just be jealous of you, I doubt he'd do anything about it though. Kayla would kick his ass."

"Why would he be jealous, it's not like you actually did anything with me." the flustered deer responds as he looks up again, just in time to see her foot reach out and gently push the door closed to the changing room.

"Not yet I haven't." she quips, standing to click the doors little lock in place as her prey freezes in slack jawed panic.

* * *

"I-" the deer practically bleats as the creamsicle canine puts a finger to his lips, "Shh," she coos, "I'm not going to hurt you, silly."

The boys antlers swing back and forth with his head as he looks for an out, searching for a way to get away from this situation. For a moment he considered actually pushing his way past her, and escaping. His thoughts race, that would be rude. Would it be rude? Is she being rude? Is he being rude by trying to get away? What is the right way to handle this situation?

The light quiet voice of his companion snaps him back to reality and he stares at her standing over him in the corner of the changing room, "Close your eyes." Her words are firm, but gentle, and without thinking about it he does so. Eyes practically slamming shut as he tenses up in fear. Meanwhile Delwyn tosses a shirt to the floor in front of him and slowly lowers herself down to sit on her knees. Her hands reach out, and rest gently on Kyle's upper thighs.

"Deep breaths," she says to him, "I'd appreciate you not passing out."

"I- bu- you, you can't-" the rapid response burbles out of him as he sits there unable to see what she's doing, but definitely feeling her hands on his legs.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asks quizzically.

"I- No? I don't know." his brain seems to finally be catching up and managing to create whole sentences.

"Then I won't, you let me know if you actually want me to. Maybe later we can hang at my place if you get too nervous of getting caught." she speaks as she works, hands deftly undoing the belt buckle and pulling the woven fabric belt loose, two fingers easily popping the button on the deers blue jeans as she leans in and playfully growls, "You can look now."

He peers down, and freezes again, she has his zipper in her mouth and is looking up at him with her big green eyes. It takes a moment for this to really register, and it earns his tormentor a squeak. Something she seems to revel in as her head pulls back with the zipper, undoing it.

"I'm gonna assume," she quips, looking back for a moment as if to check the door and sweep her hair out of her face, "That you've never done this before?"

The mute nod that follows earns him a smile as her paw gropes down into the open jeans. She smiles as the buck squirms in response, hunting for the opening in his briefs and pulling what she was looking for free. The trapped dick popping to almost full attention in her hand as she gets it loose.

"Very nice," she continues in her drawling sultry tone, "Just right." Taking it into her hand properly, wrapping fingers around the shaft and pumping slightly she sits up, and presses her covered bosom into his lap, the deer dick pressed in towards her covered cleavage. Happily teasing him with touches and words, "Do you like my tits?"

He nods, clearly star struck at what's going on before him. Continueing to tease she gently asks, "More?" as her head slides down for a moment and runs her tongue across the tip of his cock.

He just nods, repeaing the motion like a broken record player.

Pulling back for a moment her hands go down to her yellow Pawlor General shirt, lifting it up some to rest above her cleavage, the bright pink bra underneath on display as she adjusts herself and scoots up. The bra gets pulled up after a moment too, causing her large breasts to fall gracefully into the lap of her captive. Without much fuss she reaches up and puts her hands to either side of her chest, pushing the warm flesh mounds together around his manhood. The still slightly wet tip sticking out ever so slightly.

Kyle's beyond frozen at this point, totally accepting his fate as it seems it's going to be. All the while the voluptuous corgi works her tits on his cock. The position she ends up in has her hands pushing her bust together tightly, hands pressing her large jugs together firmly as she works them up and down on his lap.

All the while the emerald eye'd girl looks up at him, gauging his reaction to her movements in his face, smugly obvious that she's getting the kind of effect she wanted. The buck is panting before long, barely able to control himself, and when she looks down she can see a slight glint of pre-cum forming at the head of his dick, she pauses in her movements. Putting her tit-fucking on hold to lower her mouth down and run her tongue greedily against his glans, quickly lapping up his slowly streaming out spunk.

"Oh god," the buck moans quietly, "I'm gonna-" before he can even properly finish the words he starts climaxing. A stream of hot cum pumps into her mouth as she lifts up from the source for a moment, a mistake on her part. The next few blasts of Kyle's load coat her cheek and then her chest as she tries to back off, salty cum dripping off of one of her pink nipples as she sits there on the floor in the mess she helped make.

Looking up at him, his juices on her cheek she shakes her head, "Boys. Always so messy," reaching out she grabs a white shirt from the pile and begins to clean herself off. "Tasty though, what are you doing after work?" she asks, as if she's not using store merchandise to clean his still warm baby batter off of her breasts and face.

"Wuh-." the deer groans appreciatively as he attempts to find words.

"We'll figure it out, silly." as she stands she plants a kiss on the tip, lapping up a final taste of what was once previously coating her.

"Now get yourself together, and lets finish folding this crap up."

* * *

Casey stands there, leaning on the register and yawning, "Man, nights coming on quick," poking a finger at the register to log out he turns from the machine and hops up slightly to sit on the counter top. After a few moments he can hear the never ending stream of trash that always seems to be pouring out of Delwyn's mouth.

The two workers make their way up to him after a few moments and the manager speaks up, "Get it all done?"

The corgi practically shoves him off the counter top, "Get your skinny ass off my counter, I don't want you to leave a smell behind, and yes we're done, you absolute mongrel."

"Hey now, dumpling, don't you go abusing me too! That's what the new kids for, I see he's still alive." the coyote continues, Kyle, blushing furiously, just quickly says, "I need to take my last break, I'll be back."

As he walks off Casey casually lifts himself back onto the register with a growl from his worker and asks her in an overly innocent mocking tone, "Have fun?"

The next shove actually causes him to stumble away, only a step or two from falling over. Smartly he decides running back to find some paper work to do might be the better option.