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With a loud clacking sound the bolt for the Pawsburg dollar store turns over, the mechanism being worked and jostled by the particularly tired looking store manager. Flanked by his two seemingly equally groggy employees Casey, Delwyn and Kyle all pile into the dimly lit store.

Cracking his jaw with a yawn Casey steps in, holding the turned off automatic door open as the other two enter barely groaning over his yawn, "You know, I actually fucking hate being up at six in the morning." The response from the two is pure agreement, expressed via equally tired groans and whining noises.

They all get started with their days fairly quickly, Casey going back to his office to count out the registers cash while Kyle and Delwyn begin working some freight from the day before. Boredom swiftly setting in as the grind of the day begins. For almost half of an hour it continues until with a yell of frustration the coyote manager stalks out of his office, somehow looking like he lost another hour of sleep.

"I have to go to the bank, it's early, but I can go grab us some drinks or something. You two want anything?" the lanky canine asks, recieving some mumbled replies of donuts and coffees. A request he hardly seems to acknowledge before stalking out of the store and having Kyle lock up behind him.

The young man stands at the door for a few moments, watching his manager walk to his vehicle before a sound from his coworker draws his attention. Delwyn is standing nearby at one of the clothes racks and calling him over with a sharp motion of a paw in a condescending 'Here boy' sort of motion.

Sighing Kyle walks over to her blushing furiously and stuttering, "W-what is it? Did you find something weird?" The shapely corgi girl putting a finger to her mouth cuts him off as she reaches forward and grasps his belt buckle in her free paw.

Spewing forth a slew of words, trying to talk his way out of the situation, about how inappropriate this is, how they have work to do, how they'll get in trouble, anything his racing brain can think of the bucks protests don't even slow Delwyn down. Waiting for him to run out of words to say Delwyn drops down onto the floor and giggles, replying to his worries with "Just watch the door, the rack should keep me covered. As much shit as Casey's done in his office this probably wouldn't even phase him."

***

Hands moving quickly she undoes the deers zipper and shoves a paw into his pants. It takes only a few moments of tugging and rearranging to pull out what she's looking for as she sits on the cool tile floor. Cooing up at her boy toy, "You know, we're a couple now. I bet Casey already knows."

Starting to respond Kyle jumps as her fingers wrap around his semi-soft manhood, squeezing and touching. Her fingertips sliding gently across his shaft as she chats casually up at him, "That means your little deer butt is mine. Do you get that?"

Gulping, Kyle nods, quickly getting harder in her hand as she sits up and slides fingers into his jeans pocket to help hold him still. Her muzzle and eyes slightly higher than his own crotch level. Seeing the acceptence in his motions the chubby canine presses on, pressing her mouth to the tip of his cockhead and planting a half kiss, half suckle, directly centered on it.

Looking up from the situation, Kyle stares back towards the door. The store isn't supposed to be open for another hour, there's no way someone would come up, Casey already left so there's no way he'll get in trouble if they don't get caught-. Delwyn whines a soft high pitched sentence up from the floor, "I want you all the way in my mouth." and poor Kyles eyes blur slightly as his cheeks turn a bright scarlet.

With his eyes elsewhere Delwyns opened her mouth and throated the bucks cock. Big green eyes staring up at the stunned buck as she drools onto his shaft and balls. Holding the spot, not moving up or down an inch, she just lets him sit in her mouth, suckling softly for a few moments. As she sits there holding her breath as she drools on the deers meat.

Rapidly her spit soaks the shaft and once done so she pulls her head back again and catches her breath and takes him in hand again, fingers squeezing the warm saliva as she works his shaft. The wetness allowing her fingers to slide slickly as she pumps for her prize.

Poor Kyle was simply never prepared for this, his build up and release were never going to take long, and it only takes a few minutes of the thick ass'd corgi girl jerking him off for him to moan out the words she was hunting for, a brokenly stuttered out 'Soon.'

With aplomb she brings her mouth forward, wrapping her muzzle around the tip and pressing tongue to tip. Lapping and sucking softly she continues to stroke rapidly with one hand as her free hand death grips his jeans pocket. Kyle groans loudly as he's pushed over the edge, grabbing awkwardly for the back of her head. Fingers catching up tighter and tighter into Delwyns orange hair as he reaches full climax and begins the quick ride down.

As the throbbing begins Delwyn pumps faster and faster, tongue lapping up every drop of spunk, sucking for more, teasing and urging Kyle forward as he pumps his cum into her mouth. Pulsing stronger and stronger, filling more and more, she swallows reflexively once. Then twice. Tongue searching out the salty taste she's worked for.

With a few more squeezes into her mouth Delwyn finally releases the deers cock and catches her own breath on the floor for a moment, snickering for a moment as she looks up at him through her lashes and wipes the corner of her mouth, "Pent up much?"

***

It only takes the pair a few moments to get cleaned up, with only a small amount of drool being left on Kyles pants. They're back to work long before Casey returns, coffees and a box of donuts in hand. Kyle only blushing some when the crude coyote manager asks jokingly if they had fun while he was gone.