FSE

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It started with the worst moment of the day. That screeching halt to the peace you felt during sleep because of some sadistic device like an alarm clock. Austin dug free from the sheets and rolled in an attempt to slap the screaming plastic box. He grabbed a pawful of air and slid out of bed, missing his initial target. Muzzle met carpet as he hit the floor with a solid thud. The raccoon kissed the carpet and whispered "I missed you too." still half asleep. For a moment he considered sleeping in right there on the floor, but instead crawls shamelessly to the bathroom; dragging his blanket and sheets behind him. Austin flung his arms up to the porcelain countertop and hauled himself up. He examined his messy brown fur in the mirror and started to strip off the old T-shirt and boxers he put on the night before.

Austin vanished within the steam produced by the showerhead. He meticulously groomed his thick tail fur. Normally it would be fluffy and pillow-like, but when it's sopping wet it's a pitiful mess of fur. As much as he enjoyed shower time, he usually spent no more than ten minutes getting clean. After getting dressed he enjoyed a wholesome breakfast consisting of toaster pastries.

Today Austin began his job at a food processing warehouse. He had been out of work for a while and finally managed to get a minimum-wage job doing whatever it is that you do at a food processing warehouse. Since money was tight he couldn't afford to drive to work just yet. He took the bus which dropped him off a block away from the building. With ear buds tucked away in his pointed ears he let himself get wrapped up in the beats. He rocked back and forth on the sidewalk, making those karate chop and pointing motions you see rappers make. He even "spit" into an imaginary mic. As he diverged into the parking lot he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned.

"You must me new here." A crow said with a smile.

"Um, yeah. Today's my first day. How long have you been there?"

"Long enough." The crow chuckled. "But don't worry. It's your life, enjoy it."

"I'll keep that in mind." Austin said as the crow passed him, still embarrassed.

After clocking in he was told to find the manager, Scott. He was hidden away in a poor excuse for an office. It seemed like the entire inside structure was either plywood or cinderblock. The box he sat in was plywood with a door on the front and windows on either side.

"Uh, excuse me." Austin said through the window to a fox filling out some papers. "I'm looking for Scott."

"You found him. You the new guy?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, come with me. We'll see if we can't find you some work."

Scott took the raccoon down the aisles of metal racks that held palates of food and flagged down a forklift operator.

"Hey, put this one to work. He's new." Scott said, and just like that he was gone.

It was the crow who was perched on the well-worn seat of the forklift. He leaned against the controls and smiled.

"My man!" He said.

"What's up?" Austin said and firmly shook his hand.

"I'm good. So, what's your name?"

"Austin, yours?"

"Erin. You can come with me. We got something for ya."

Erin took Austin to the area where they charge the forklifts which was separated from the rest of the warehouse by a cinderblock wall. A few furs were gathered in a circle with Styrofoam cups of coffee in their paws. The crow parked the fork lift and hopped down to join them. In a lowered voice Erin said to a brown and white horse "Hey man, this is the guy from this morning." He peered over his shoulder and smirked.

"So, man, I hear you like rap." He said in a deep voice.

"Yeah, little." Austin said with a bit of worry.

"Can you freestyle?" One of the other furs piped up.

"A little, but I'm not that good."

"Well let's see you spit a little and we'll see." Erin said. "Miggs, drop a beat." The crow gestured to the horse. Austin froze from being put on the spot so suddenly. Fear strangled his thoughts as he searched for a verse, a rhyme, or anything.

"Uh, yo, yo. " He started hesitantly to delay embarrassment. He moistened his lips and rocked with the beat slightly, then he began. "My brain's crazed like the hamster wheel in there stays runnin' all day. I'll work myself to death trying to get paid." It was slow and choppy, but it matched the cadence of the beat. After about a minute he tried to finish with a flurry.

"Well excuse me if I'm a little bitter putting up with this shit, sitting, listening to the pitter of rain drops on a tin roof. You want to change me? Well fuck you."

The other furs lost it. They hooped, hollered, and gave the usual signs of social acceptment: Shoulder punches, pats on the back, etc. After the excitement died down Erin finally got around to showing him his job. He had to move palates from under the rack, sweep, mop, and then put the palates back.

"Are you kidding me?" Austin said.

"We don't do this every day. You just started on the right day."

Austin chuckled. "Sure."

That was what he did all day. His first time working in this environment and he got to know it intimately. At the end of the day he clocked out and returned home. After making dinner and eating it, he was too tired to do much else. Needless to say he didn't stay up very late that night.

The next morning he woke, groggy but refreshed and well-rested. From the walk to work from the bus he kept his paws in his pockets, afraid the crow from yesterday might spy him and ask for another performance. That day he didn't see him. It was either because he had the day off or because Austin spent the majority of the day trapped in a freezer.

The walls of this icy death trap were coated in a sparkly sprinkling of ice. The dull, silver walls gave the already somber room a feeling of despair. Austin organized produce in wax boxes while sweating on the inside of the company's ragged freezer suit. While the raccoon focused on the job and the slow, death-like numbing in his face each of his coworkers disappeared from the room. It was almost time for lunch break. It's hard to keep track of the time when there are no clocks or windows to let you know that time is actually passing.

"These are dead tree fetuses." Austin said to himself as he stacked boxes of apples on a palate. "How...morbid."

From behind Austin heard a flow of air as the door opened. Scott, the manager, walked in wearing his usual motif: a pressed shirt, a tie, and some khakis.

"Doin' alright in here?" He said.

"Yeah, I just have a few more boxes."

"Well as soon as you're done you can go on break." Scott said as he came closer. Toe to toe, Austin realized how much taller he was than Scott.

"Ok. " Austin said.

Scott turned to leave, but paused for a moment. "Oh, and I saw your little performance yesterday."

"Heh, yeah?" Austin said.

"Yeah. Not bad."

Austin finished up a box feeling like he had accomplished something huge. This first week just might be the best. He thought to himself. That feeling melted away when he heard a resounding "Fuck!" from the other side of the room. The fox stood against the door putting all the force he could into it.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked incredulously. "Are we seriously locked in?"

"Wait, what?" Austin said as his ears perked up.

"We are locked in here." Scott said grimly.

"Oh, man. This sucks." Austin said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, Just a little." Scott said, rubbing his eyes. The fox looked at his watch. "No one's going to be missing us for a while. Everyone is at lunch so we're just going to have to sit tight until someone unlocks the door from the outside."

"The outside?" Austin said. "Shouldn't there be some kind of safety thing in here in case someone gets locked in?"

"Wait, duh. I don't spend a lot of time in here. You'll have to forgive me." Next to the door was a black plastic knob with a large sticker above it instructing its user how to unlock the door. He gave it a firm turn to the right and it snapped. Right. In. Half.

"Ok, now we're fucked." Scott said. "Why would you use plastic in a freezer anyway? I swear to god people are running out of common sense." Scott took a seat next to Austin on a stack of boxes.

"So now what?" Austin said.

"We try to keep warm and pray that someone comes soon." Scott tucked his paws under his armpits and shuddered.

"Do you want this?" Austin said as he unzipped the one piece suit.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm burning up in this thing."

Scott slipped into the suit and had to roll the legs of the suit up to accommodate his shorter legs. The room was filled the whir of the A/C units at the top of the room and the silence of the awkward variety. Within ten minutes Austin felt every spot on his body that sweat had pooled. He shivered and sighed as the cold overcame him.

"We can't just keep exchanging this back and forth. We need a way to keep us both warm."

"I think I have an idea." Austin said. "Take the suit off."

Scott followed his direction and handed it to Austin. The raccoon took it and tossed it behind some full palates.

"Follow me." He said as he hopped up and over the palates to small space between the wax boxes, a metal rack, and the wall of the freezer. On the other side, Austin laid the hollow shell of insulation against the wall and sat on the outline of rough fabric. Austin looked up at Scott and patted his lap.

"Come sit."

"Well if you say so." Scott hopped down from the palate and lowered himself onto the raccoon's lap.

"So..." Scott said. "You got a girlfriend?"

"Heh, I've never been a big fan of the ladies."

"No shit? Me either."

"Really now?" Austin chuckled. "Small world..."

"When's the last time you had sex?"

Austin was a little flustered by the bluntness of the question, but he answered "It's been a while. You?"

"Ugh, don't even go there. It's been too long."

Austin had wrapped his arms around Scott's waist in an attempt to retain warmth. The idea was if they moved to a smaller space and huddled, they might be fine. What was enough for Austin wasn't quite enough for Scott. He shuddered again and tried to stand up. His muscles were a bit stiff so he stretched and hopped up and down.

"Have to keep the blood moving. " He said.

Austin smiled because he looked a little goofy hopping up and down with his tie flopping everywhere.

"What do you suppose we do, then?" Austin said as he stood.

"I don't know. Hmm, well on second thought there actually is something we can do."

"I'm all ears."

Scott didn't say anything. He just looked at Austin and winked.

"Wait, no, seriously?"

"For what it's worth, I think you're kinda cute." Scott said and placed a paw on the raccoon's chest.

"We just met, really." Austin argued.

Scott drew closer and wrapped his arms around Austin's neck. He nuzzled his neck and whispered in his ear "So, we'll keep it casual." Then he kissed Austin right on the muzzle. Something clicked in the raccoon's brain that let a cocktail of hormones that couldn't be stopped. An erection emerged and Scott was close enough to feel it. Without looking down he said "That's the spirit."

Scott kissed him again, but slower. Austin let go for a moment and let himself participate by exchanging tongues in each other's muzzles. Scott worked on the raccoon's pants while they kissed and got him down to his boxers in just a few seconds. Austin followed suit letting the fox remove them completely, but rubbed the fox's firm member through the thin fabric. The smell of musk lightly drifted up to Austin's nose and he immediately fell to more animalistic intentions. He kissed Scott's neck and followed the scent back down to the source. With his paws he tugged the elastic at the back and his teeth pulled the front. He removed them just enough to expose the hard organ.

Austin pressed his cold nose under the base against the foxy sac. "Oh!" Scott said as the icy skin touched his sensitive parts. The raccoon didn't waste time licking and went straight to sucking. Right then, his dick was the warmest part of his body. It was engulfed and whatever saliva covered area that became exposed cooled against the air. Scott quickly felt the onset of an orgasm. He guided Austin's head away and said "Fuck me now, please."

Austin fished his cock out of his underwear and paused for a moment to assess the different positions possible. Scott didn't waste any time and put his arms around Austin's neck again.

"Just pick me up." Scott said.

Austin did as he was told and grabbed the fox's waist and lifted him above his eager dick. Scott straddled him and reached around to get the alignment right. Gravity took care of the rest as Austin's cock sank into the warm foxhole. Scott moaned a little as Austin stretched him little by little. Austin turned to a palate and used it to brace the fox against it.

"Mmm, that's a good boy. Now harder." Scott said.

"You got it." Austin said, and then continued to pump pre into him.

Scott pressed Austin's face forward and grabbed his ears as the pace increased. The fox nibbled at Austin's neck and then finally sank his teeth in lightly at the base. He pulled away slightly before releasing the fur and skin.

"I said harder. Fuck me like you mean it."

The sensation of the fox all over him was enough motivation to push him further and faster. Though, truth be told, he couldn't hold out on the fox much longer. When Scott started to moan louder Austin kissed and shushed him in between kisses, afraid that someone might hear and come in at the worst moment possible.

Scott lifted the raccoon's shirt and was slightly tempted to claw him, but this was merely a drop of a thought in a sea of almost euphoric sexual sensations. The fox's cock bounced around and shot cum into Austin's belly. As they continued to fuck Scott's dick smeared the seed into his brown fur. Austin came next, shooting his raccoon DNA up into Scott.

Cum eventually pooled against the seal around Austin's dick and found a way out. A stripe of white crept down and dripped off of the raccoon's furry balls. It created a ribbon of cold against his cock that was barely noticeable as they both basked in the afterglow that follows a good orgasm.

They reassembled their work image and waited. Austin pinched his shirt and held it away from his sticky stomach to keep it from showing any evidence of their mischief.

"Sorry about that." Scott said.

"It's ok, I had fun. At least you didn't get it on my shirt."

"True that." Scott smiled.

Finally someone opened the door and looked at us with fear and shock.

"How long have you been in here?" The unfortunate fur said.

Scott proceeded to yell and make everyone in the whole building aware of what had happened. Austin just stood behind him, free of any flack. After the gathered employees dispersed Scott turned to the raccoon.

"Just so we're clear, that never happened."

"Got it." Austin quickly replied.

"And, I would like it to not happen again very soon."

Austin, a little confused, just said. "Me too?"