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Kyle hung up the phone at his workplace, letting out a sigh of relief and looking towards his new friend? Girlfriend? He wasn't really sure what him and Delwyn were.

"Okay, so you're my ride home then. I gotta go get my jacket from the break room then I'm ready to go."

Without missing a beat the pairs manager on duty swirled his key chain, the clink of metal on metal being his cue to tell the deer to hurry up, before he gets locked in overnight.

Hoofing it back to the back a swirl of questions unload themselves into Kyle's mind as it races with him, did what happen with Delwyn earlier really happen? Is this some kind of dream? Am I in a coma? She's really cute. There's no way that actually happened. Oh god she's gonna drive me back home.

Oh god. Oh GOD.

In a panic he blurts out his thoughts loudly, "Oh god!" as he clutches his jacket and throws it on.

Half jogging back to the front of the store where his coworkers are standing there waiting for him Kyle's boss groans, "I thought you fell in a well, was gonna send her to go pull you out."

With a snort Delwyn retorts and swats at Casey, "I'm not that kind of lass, you ass. Come on, lets get outta here."

It only takes a few moments for the trio to get out the door and for the scruffy coyote to get the stores door locked up, "Peace out you two, don't do anything I wouldn't." Stuffing his hands into his pockets he begins walking off to his nearby home as the creamsicle corgi growls at him under her breath.

"So uh..." Kyle stutters, looking down at the ground, "I live um..."

"We're going back to my place, silly." Delwyn interjects, "I'm pretty sure I know your folks, and I have a feeling you wouldn't mind sleeping somewhere else for a night."

True embarrassment and shock plasters itself to the bucks face, "I, uhm, I, okay, I guess. I'll just tell them I spent the night with a friend."

"And you don't even have to lie," Delwyn singsongs, popping her small sedans door open and bapping the unlock button, "Get in, buck muffin."

"Wha-"

* * *

The pair pull into a small apartment complex, Delwyn settling the car into her usual parking space at a nasty looking cant and rummaging around in her purse as Kyle sits nervously, looking around.

"S-So you live in these apartments?" he queries, sheepishly ducking his head to look up and around at the buildings multiple stories.

"No, but this is where I'm gonna kill you." she jokes, popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth and filling the car with a smell of mint.

The hand of the buck almost instinctively scrabbles for the door handle before she rest a hand on his shoulder, "I'm not serious, you dork."

"I knew that!" he squeaks out, "Yeah, yeah, no. Ha ha."

"Come on, lets go inside."

The pair get out as she locks the car. Walking up to a sliding glass window on the porch in front of the parking space. The jingle jangle of keys and the kerchunk of the lock is followed by the whisk of plastic runners as the sliding door opens to allow them in. After a few moments the corgi tosses her keys on a small in table next to a sofa and legitimately kicks her shoes in two different directions.

"This is," Kyle pauses, taking in the scene before him, "A mess." A moment later his brain catching up with his words, "Wait I mea-"

"Yep," Delwyn agrees, "Would you pull the curtain drawstring?"

After a few moments of hunting the buck finds the elusive string and pulls the thick blanket style shade closed, as he finishes the tasks he turns around to see that the corgis pants and top have escaped from the rest of her body, discarded clothing laying loosely between her legs as she shimmies out of them and the shirt tossed haphazardly on the couch. "Drinks in the fridge if you want something, I'll be back in a bit."

"You can't ju-" Kyle bleats out in confusion.

"I can to." she reprimands him, "I think we broke that shyness barrier earlier, unless you think you can un-cum on my face."

She walks off, not even bothering to listen to his retort. Not that it was a good one. The end result is the buck getting a soda from the fridge and sitting on the sofa, trying desperately to figure out how how his life choices lead to this point.

Kyle sits there for a while, finishing the drink and getting up to throw it away. The clear sound of the shower going, and steam coming out of the unclosed bathroom door catching his attention as he gets up to do so. The thought to peak in hits him like a pick up truck and he stands there, empty can in hand, just staring at the open invitation. After a time he returns to his senses and finishes what he got up to do. Sitting back down again just as the sound of running water cuts off.

"So, what do you wanna do?" the upbeat corgi asks as she walks back from the bathroom, a towel roughly attempting to dry her messy orange hair and sporting a knee length shirt. "Do you wanna get the work off you? You can if you want to. I got another one of these size shirts, they should fit you easy."

"N-no, I'm good," Kyle furrows his brow and asks what he's been trying to for hours at this point, "What even is this? What are we doing?" His voice lacks the strength and resolve that he wishes he could muster, the questions come out as child scared of the answer, scared to even ask.

"It's called I think you're cute, and we work it out from there. I'm off the market if you want to be off the market to." she smiles, pouring herself a cup of water and downing it rapidly before tossing the plastic cup on top of the pile of dirty dishes.

"If you don't wanna, that's fine to, I'd even take you home if you really want me t-," she continues.

This time he cuts her off, "No! I don't want to be there. You're a lot more pleasant."

Delwyn blinks, standing next to the sitting deer on her couch rump at his eye level. "Pleasant? That's a new one. Can I sit?"

"It's your couch." Kyle mumbles, head hanging as the plump assed girl drops on the couch like a sack of dog-potatoes, bouncing him up and jostling the deer as she presses herself against him sideways.

"You wanna watch something," she asks, voice quiet and soft, "I can put a movie on or something. You really can relax, I promise I'm not going to bite you. Much."

The corgis large breasts press against the bucks arm through the cotton shirt and she leans in, hot breath on his ear. It earns her a shiver from him as she could have been talking in tongues for all Kyle seemed to care, that voice and touch would have made him a shaking mess no matter the context, barely managing a squeak for his effort.

"Oh, are you cold? Or did I do that?" she asks, green eyes looking up at his.

"You're mean as hell." Kyle starts, "This isn't fair, I can't even think straight with you on top of me like this."

"So I did do it then, you really like me don't you?" her voice as still as her eyes, locked on target.

Words starting slow, "I've worked with you for like two weeks now," but quickly speeding up, "You're really fun, I like how you keep Casey at bay and you're absolutely stunning as far as I'm concerned." the buck ends up rushing through his thoughts and letting them pour out from his mouth like a sieve. She takes the moment he stops to lean in and kiss him gently.

They hold the embrace for a long time. Pulling each other tighter. Passionate, but not wild. After a few minutes she breaks the liplock and she asks again, in a breathy voice, "Movie then?"

"Y-yes."

The sounds of the movie and its action are lost to Kyle, who is basically building a pillow fort in his mind as Delwyn presses up against him, nibbling on popcorn in her oversized shirt. The kiss, what they did earlier in the day, all of it is just too much for him to try and take in at once. A lull in the violence and explosions coming out of the tv finally giving him a chance to ask another question to his host.

"How long have you been planning this? No one does this on a whim, all the small talk with me at work, the teasing. The tormenting. The shooing Casey off." Of course, he realizes he sounds like a detective grilling a criminal, but so be it.

With a lick of one of her fingers, tongue rubbing cheap popcorn butter off the digit she looks over at him and blinks, "You figured that out fast, first day I met you. I told you, you're cute. Do you think I just noticed that today and just decided to let you tit fuck me for funsies?"

Casually Delwyn tosses the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table between them and the television before the devious canine rests a paw on the bucks thigh, "I like it when you talk like that, being all in control. That's kinda hot. You know?"

"Wha- Why would that b- Stop trying to change the subject!" Kyle almost growls out, "You've been just planning this for weeks now?"

"Sure have, I got more plans too, you want in on them?" the corgi deviously asks, very forwardly groping at the bucks crotch, fingers squeezing through the denim of his jeans and giving his bits a little shake. "Cuz' I think you do. Or you would have left by now."

Almost by reflex Kyle makes a sort of half gargled half choked off noise, and sits up straight. Looking down at the hand invading his personal space.

Delwyn continues, "I think you wouldn't have let me do what I did earlier either, I think you've probably thought about me at home. I bet you-" words broken off by groping at the deers crotch, "even thought about me in the shower. Dirty boy. So why now, when the platter is in front of you, have you lost your appetite?"

"Uh-wha- will you stop that?" Losing all composure as he speaks Kyle can't even begin to believe himself, self loathing filling him as he realizes she's honestly right. It's not like he didn't think she was hot before today, and it's not like he hadn't thought about her in some of his free time at home.

"You are blushing so hard!" she teases, "That's pretty hot, you know." Poking at the growing bulge she giggles and presses into his arm as tightly as she seems to be able to manage. "I'm gonna sit on it, okay?"

Despite all of his confusion and all of his shame the building lust wins out and poor Kyle nods. Accepting his fate as her play toy.

* * *

Without a moments hesitation Delwyn twists, sitting sideways on the couch and begins to undo Kyle's belt and jeans. The shuffling of fabric and the clink of his metal belt buckle on the floor as she pulls them down with his underwear causing her to giggle again. "Lift your legs, you big idiot. Get your stupid shoes off, geez."

Just like that and he's half undressed, still sitting there wearing his yellow work shirt and with his eyes basically shut tight out of frustrated confusion. Manhood in the wind at the apartment of some girl he barely knew. This isn't how he expected this to go. How did he expect this to go? Was there a way that his first time was supposed to happen? Thoughts of flowers, of romantic dinners and compliments float in and out of his mind as the corgi undresses his lower half. Her words snap him back to reality.

"Open your eyes." He listens, and does indeed look. She's repositioned not so much to 'sit on it' as she she said she would but is instead leaned in fairly close, hand on his crotch and eyeing up the semi-hard cock. Without any more words her pink tongue pops out and she wraps two fingers around his shaft, dragging her tongue across his cockhead, a dribble of pre-cum being lapped up in her singular pass.

Half mast becomes full shortly there after as she gets up and begins to rearrange herself. The truth of the overly large shirt revealing that it is the only thing being worn by her as she lifts it up to put orange and white butt directly in his face, small tail wagging back and forth.

Almost sheepishly she looks back at him and demands to know, "You like it?"

Kyle just nods.

"Spread your legs some?" she asks again, looking back at him. He's good at doing what she says it seems, the full moon and womanhood filling his vision and mind as they descend. One creamsicle paw reaching back, grasping at his dipstick. Like a lunar landing her rump comes down, gentle, careful, and committed. The motion and her guidance slowly causing his cock to slide past outer lips and hilt her reverse cowgirl onto his lap. He could practically hear the count down to landing timer in his head.

A sound of pleasant enjoyment escapes from both of them as she bottoms outs, holds herself steady and then gently starting to wiggle her hips.

"I read," she starts, hips continuing to roll slightly as she speaks, "about this in a book. Gotta be careful, but-." her words trail off as her hind ends movements continue, the shirt bunched up above her small tail, "Oh yeah, that's good."

Kyle just grunts, eyes wide and disbelieving, trying to drink in the sight before him and commit it entirely to memory. Reaching up he grasps her hips, holding her down and steadying the rotation of her hips. Then the buck, well, bucks.

A short yip escapes from Delwyns lips, and she looks over her shoulder at him. With her orange bangs framing her squinting eye she scolds him, "Again, harder."

Listening to the command he bounces her again on his hard cock, plump orange butt slapping against his lap and earning him another yip from his partner who demands more of the same. Always harder, always. By god he is trying.

After a few more moments of feminine whining she looks back again and growls, "You're not going to hurt me, harder dammit!" Her own hips lifting and slapping down with the bounces.

It doesn't take long before the pair are sweating, Delwyn panting and moaning for more, for harder. For him to be rougher, and Kyle slowly starting to give into her demands as best he can. It's obvious at this point that while she's probably done this before he definitely hasn't. Never mind having a demanding partner, any partner at all is clearly a new thing for the poor buck. He's being outrun quickly and she takes note, bottoming out and pausing the pace.

"Grab my hair, hun. Take control of it before you lose it." she says as she tilts her head and looks towards the ceiling, hair bunching up around her shoulders for a moment before it plops down onto the small of her back, "You set the pace."

Taking the corgis long hair into one hand he pulls gently, "This won't hurt you, right?"

"Nope." she lies, not wanting him to stop and not caring that it will.

The entire pace changes, her rapid bouncing and needy lap humping replaced by the bucks arm pulling her down, holding her on it and forcing a more swirling motion with his hand on her hips. A deeper and more controlled sort of ride.

It doesn't take long for Delwyn to lose herself in the pace, every gyration and rolling hump leaving her boy toy hilted in her. Each thrust of her warm seat not pushing much deeper than he was to start with, but it builds pressure. Constant pressure. Her moistness tightens around him in time with his throbbing. Each roll two throbs, each thrust a little sweeter as she nears a different kind of climax than what she's used to.

Without breaking the pace she speaks up, barely able to talk for her whining, "On my butt." A moment of insane panic passes as she realizes he may not understand what she meant, but he pulls her hair up and as she lifts up again she can feel him pop out wetly and the warmth of his manhood between her ass cheeks tells her exactly what she needed to know. A breath later the building anticipation pushes her over the edge, twitching wetly and emptily on the deers lap as his hotdogs her.

Kyle on the other hand releases her hair, both hands grasping at the chunky cheeks that have saddled his throbbing manhood, he had just barely heard what she said, but it nearly pushed him over the edge by itself. As his cock throbs and shoots hot cum onto the small of her back, just above her butt. Taking care to lift the shirt out of the way. One, two, three, four ropes, she speaks up, "Oh, that's warm!" the words and her knees both shaking.

It only takes a few more seconds before the corgis legs give out, and she slightly falls backwards, ass first, onto the lap she'd lifted off of, barely managing not to sit back onto the cock that just finished painting her rump she barely manages to tilt and slide to one side of his lap. Dismounting messily.

"That's," a breathy gasp "Much different than what I'm used to."

Kyle responds, out of breath and wiping his brow, "Good different?"

"Next time you don't get to pull out," she answers "Now I need another shower. Yes, good."

"Wha-!" Kyle starts up, panic entering his voice as his brain hears the words she just spoke.

"I've got condoms in my room, dork."

* * *

The movie ended, with the two both asleep on the couch. A leopard print blanket wrapped around their equally naked forms. Two yellow shirts draped over the back of the couch and the quiet white noise of the tv drowning out soft feminine snores. A small clocks chimes and Kyle wakes up, lost.

His mind goes through a set of questions. Where am I? Delwyn's apartment. How did I get here? She took me here. What did we do? Each other? Each other.

"Huh." he quietly speaks into the darkness, reaching over to grab the remote and turn the needless tv off before wrapping himself back up with Delwyn.

"That happened."