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"This isn't a joke, right? I'm actually hearing this... right?

"Of course, Mr. D'Lion, we here at Gold Star Inc. wouldn't lie about something like this. Least of all to you!"

Talk about a nail-bitter. Literally in this case; his claws must have been shredded down a few inches! But you know what? It was worth it. Every single phone call, every single e-mail, every single bucket of sweat he made during his endless pacing. Yes, even that, was all worth it!

He doubted himself many times. Hell, he thought they'd run him out of their building after their first interview! But he kept pushing himself, kept striving for that position, kept hoping for it, kept working for it. And even when his doubts grew so loud they were almost driving him insane, he pushed himself forward!

And now the fruits of his labor were finally taking shape; an entry level position in Gold Star Inc. Thee Gold Star Inc.!

His name was Clarence Deaux Couer D'Lion, and he'd probably say this was the most eventful day of his entire life. A bit of an exaggeration, but right now at this moment, he truly felt it!

He didn't always live here, in the fair city of Fallen Angels, Willington, that is. No, the gray-furred fox once lived in a city a bit farther away, one named Document. But with life comes changes, and the young man knew a thing or two about that!

Clarence himself wasn't the tallest, but he wasn't the shortest either. Wasn't the most masculine, but one wouldn't dare say he was feminine. Most would argue that the fox was thus average, but those who knew him wouldn't exactly say that either.

His fur was a stormy gray, his hair rather messy, and he had quite the bit of neck fur to boot. Much like his hair, it was also rather messy, and honestly, he remembered fearing the idea that he'd have to shave it off for his new job. Fortunately for him, no one seemed too bothered by it, giving him something to cling to aside from his desk during the harrowing phone call he was currently having.

"I apologize if I sound a bit excited. It's just that... I've been trying to land this job for so long!" said the gray-furred fox, a wide, cheeky grin adorning his face, "And to hear this... it's just... I'm still in shock!"

"I understand, Mr. D'Lion, believe me!" replied the voice through his phone, "Many of our new employees share your enthusiasm. But before you can start your new position, we here at Gold Star Inc. typically send new hires through orientation."

"Orientation...? Oh! Right! Of course!" replied the fox, his tail wagging, "And when will that be, sir?"

"Could you come to our northern branch on Thursday morning? You should remember it; it was the one you went to for your first interview?"

"The northern branch...? Oh! As in the one on Wilhelm Avenue?"

"Yes, indeed, that one," replied the voice through the phone, "Arrive there on Thursday morning, 9 AM to be exact, and no later. We'll have a recruiter ready to meet and greet you."

"Okay, Thursday morning, 9 AM! Okay sir, I'll be there, I swear!" said the fox, a gleeful grin on his voice.

"Alright. Well, see you there, Mr. D'Lion! And it's great to have you on board!"

Click!

Tingles. Little tiny tingles. They ruminated through his body, running from his toes up to his twitching ears. It was like a million little bugs were rumbling through his fur; that's how much he was tingling right now!

It's always an indescribable feeling when one gets a new job. Doubly so when it's a job you've been working forward to for so long now. And that's what Clarence felt right now; pure, unadulterated excitement!

"YES! YES! WHOOOO!!! YES! AH-HA!!! YEEEESSSSS!! HAAAAH!"

Falling back onto his bed, the fox looked up towards the ceiling with that wide grin on his face. Damn, he was still tingling with excitement, realizing just what would happen a few days from now. He'd wake up, put on his finest formal clothing, then head on to Wilhelm Avenue to start the first step for the rest of his life!

Or... well... technically that would be college but... hey, this is the first job he's gotten after college that actually required him use his degree. So, ya'know, baby steps!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Hm... someone sounds excited," a voice came echoing through the door, causing Clarence to look over towards it, "Am I right, Claire?"

Pulling up from his bed, he glanced over towards the door, watching as it opened up. On the other end was a woman, young, mostly human, though with the ears and tail of a lagamorph hanging from her head and backside. Her hair was long, blonde and straight, her eyes brown, and she had a very casual, indifferent look in her eye. She was someone who elevated a sense of cool by just looking at her, and her crossed arms showed just how little she actually cared about it.

Linda Styles was Clarence's roommate, and technically the owner of the apartment he lived in. She was most certainly as cool as she looked, and easily exuded an older sister sort of role with the gray-furred fox.

"Linda! You won't believe it!" Clarence shouted as he launched up from his bed and ran over towards her, "I just got the call! Gold Star's gonna accept me! I have orientation Thursday!"

"Hey, hey, whoa there, fox boy," replied the cool blonde, her head cocked to one side, "Let's not get your panties in a bunch; going to orientation doesn't mean you necessarily land the job. I've been kicked out of three orientations myself in life."

"That's because you keep trying to get into fights with people!" Clarence replied as he poked her in the nose, "But me?" he shook his head and placed his hand on his chest, "I'm going to head out and make a killing there! They'll love me!"

"Yeah, yeah," said the bunnygirl as she rolled her eyes, "So... headin' back to the same place you went to last time?"

"Yeah, Gold Star's northern branch. The one on Wilhelm Avenue!" Clarence announced proudly.

"Wilhelm Avenue, huh?" Linda muttered, "That's... that's on the upper side of town, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's bit away from where we live," Clarence answered before giving a wide smile, "But it shouldn't take me too long to get there. If I take the Red Line, I'll get there in a jif--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, the 'what' line?" Linda said in an incredulous manner, "Did I just hear you say the 'Red Line'?"

"Y... yes? Is something wrong?" Clarence asked, taken aback by how tense Linda became so quickly.

"Remember the last time you went up there, Claire?" she asked, "Remember specifically what I told you? Take the Blue Line to Station Square, then take the Yellow Line to where you have to go! It's better that way!"

"I did, and it took me an extra hour to get to where I needed to go!" the fox replied, "I can't risk doing something like that now! I need to get there as soon as I can. First impressions are key!"

"That doesn't mean you have to take the Red Line!" Linda snapped, causing him to shrug his shoulders.

"Look, if I take your path, I'll have to wake up at... 5 AM in the morning! Oooooor, I could just take the Red Line, wake up at around... well... 7 or 7:30. Have time to freshen up, put on my best clothes, eat breakfast and..." he shrugged his shoulders, "Not show up like a zombie, like I did the last time! Seriously, I'm so happy my first interview went so well, because that path you sent me on really drained me!"

"Look, I did it for your protection," Linda stated, which only further confused the gray fox.

"My protection? The heck does that mean?" Clarence replied, "What, is it a ghost train or something like that?"

"No, worse; the Red Line has a serious groping problem, especially at that time of day," Linda explained, "In the morning, a lot of horny, perverted business men get on that train to go to work, or some to college classes, or whatever. It gets all stuffy and... fuck, people get really, really, gropey there!"

"Huh.... is... is that all?" Clarence asked, acting rather dismissive of Linda's claims.

"What do you mean by 'is that all'!? Didn't you just hear me?" the bunnygirl replied as if she were insulted, "Claire... _gropers_ride that train!"

"Yeah... and... well... I guess that would be a problem if you're a girl..." he muttered in response as he rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish manner.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?" Linda then shouted at a decibel so loud, it hurt his ears.

"H-hey! Q-quiet!' he groaned back, his ears folding down towards his head.

"Fuck... look, I get it, you're a guy; guys don't typically grope other guys... typically," Linda replied with a roll of her eyes, "However! I still don't think you should take the Red Line. It's just fucking creepy, and a whole lot of people ride on it in the mornings. It'll be bumper to bumper... but with actual bodies!"

"I get it, I get it, haaaah..." Clarence replied, though he shook his head, "It's thick and stuffy... how much worse can it be?"

"You're taking this waaaay too easily," Linda remarked whilst tossing hair over her shoulder, "But fine, sure, whatever. Take the Red Line if you want. Though I recommend you put on a thick, heavy jacket."

"Oh, c'mon, Linda!"

...

"What's the worse that can happen?"

Now boarding on Deck C. Red Line to Vista Heights.

"Oh! Oh! That's me! Excuse me!"

Okay, first things first, yes, Linda was most unfortunately right. At this time a morning, many businessmen, college students, and just general people, were clambering to board their metros to get to wherever they needed to go. And among them was Claire, bouncing between one person to the other in a confused hodgepodge of bodies and furs.

"Oof! H-hey, watch it!" he snapped as he continued pushing on, searching for wherever Deck C was.

Subways... they just can't be pleasant anywhere, could the? Document City - which is where he lived before - wasn't big enough to need metros. No, no, buses and taxis worked just fine. But Willington? Now you're looking towards full on commutes. Bus rides, metro rides, and hey, throw a few taxis in there for the fun of it; the whole nine yards!

To say it was a pain on the gray fox would be an understatement, but he managed it pretty well. Pushing through the bodies of others, his green eyes cut towards the metro train in the distance. His heart even raced briefly, forcing him to move stronger through the others, before finally making his way through those sliding doors.

"Ah! Excuse me! Sorry! Really, I am! Ahhh! Ooff! And... there!"

Okay! Here we are, within the hull of a subway train. And... dammit, Linda was even more right than he believed! Everyone in here were tightly packed, bodies to bodies, some standing, some sitting, but everyone was uncomfortable. There were some women here, a lot of men, but really... ah, did it matter? Clarence just needed to focus on his destination.

Easier said than done however, especially when his heart was racing so fast.

Pressed up against a window where he could gaze out towards his surroundings, the gray fox thought about why his heart was speeding up. Was it excitement and trepidation over his new job? Or was it because of Linda's words that replayed in his mind? The ones about gropers?

But... right, that's just silly, yeah? After all, gropers rarely go after boys so... he had nothing to fear but fear itself right?

Ding! Ding! Red Line for Vista Heights, now in movement! Ding! Ding!

Shortly after, the doors slid shut, with everyone inside pressed up even harder against one another. Reaching up himself, Clarence grabbed a hold of a hook overhead, gripping it tightly. Soon after, the metro train he was in began to move, its rumbling hum echoing through it.

"Haaaah... calm down, Claire, calm down," the gray fox said to himself, "It's gonna be alright, okay? Stop freaking out so much. It's gonna be ooookaaayyyy..." Pat! "Oof!?"

"S-sorry," a voice from behind said, causing the fox to calm down.

"It's okay... really!"

It was rather stuffy in here, so accidental bumping was to be expected. Unfortunately, Claire couldn't really see who it was that bumped into him; everyone was so tightly packed. There were some humans over there, a big bear to his right, a big cheetah to his left, and maybe a wolf or something behind him, but he wasn't really sure. For now, all Clarence could do was gaze ahead towards the moving buildings outside.

Building after building, gray stone wall after gray stone wall, people walking on sidewalks, cars driving on roads, some graffiti here and there, all before they plunged into the darkness of a tunnel. The lights of the metro sub and the halls outside kept things illuminated for the time being, but for the most part, everything was dark. Clarence let out a deep breath and closed his eyes, still focused on his oncoming orientation.

But...

Pat...

"Huh... hhhmm?"

Eyes widening, Clarence felt something touching him, a hand to be specific. It fell on his hip, where it pressed in a firm manner. The fox stiffened up with retaliation, his green eyes darting about like flies around a lantern.

This was... wait... was this happening? Oh no no no no no! Linda was just being overtly cautious, right; this place seriously didn't have a groping problem, did it!? No, no, no! This must all be in Clarence's head!

The fox was so stunned that this was happening, that he shivered and tensed up, much like a dear in headlights. But he didn't actually move to stop his mysterious groper, which allowed them to continue on.

Their hand started to slowly stroke up and down the fox's hip and thigh, something that made Claire shiver. He looked down, seeing the furred paw of... something rubbing him gently. He couldn't tell if it was a canine, a feline, or something else, but the hand certainly was smooth, and it came out of a suit sleeve. So whoever it was that was touching him, they were dressed to impress.

Clarence was dressed well too for his first day at Gold Star. A simple, dark-blue formal get up, that of slacks and a vest overtop a white button up shirt. Linda said he was overdressing for his first day, but that was the point; he needed to make a good impression! To show that he wanted this job so much!

And now here he was, being felt up by someone he didn't know, nor could he even see. Claire thought about screaming... but he just_didn't_. No, it would be far too embarrassing to reveal what was going on; he couldn't bare to face it!

Yeah... that's it...

Whoever this hand belonged to, they certainly were courageous. Stroking along Claire's hip in sensual little circles, the gray-furred fox found himself panting lightly under his breath. His green eyes remained locked on the window before him, seeing the ghastly outline of his reflection within its smooth surface. He still couldn't see who this limb belonged to, especially in the relative darkness of the tunnel they were in.

That hand eventually slid around though, just to cup upon Clarence's ass. It squeezed in too, leaving very little to the imagination. Claire could try and fight against it all he wanted, but the truth was simple; he was being groped!

The hand of his groper suddenly shifted up, sliding away from his buttocks and instead towards the hem of his pants. Clarence took in a deep breath, his tail too sticking up, though he did not use it to swat away the hand. No, he just raised it up high... as if to _present_himself. Whoever his groper was gladly took the invitation.

"Hnnnghh..."

Voice getting caught in his throat, Clarence felt that hand slip over the hem of his pants, where it started to push in deeper. It slid under the band of his underwear, and eventually touched upon his furred bottocks as a whole.

"Hrrrrnnghmmmmm...!"

Raising his hand, the blushing fox covered his mouth, while the invasive hand spread out its fingers. His groper then clenched and squeezed hard upon his ass, taking in a handful of him and enjoying every second of it.

Fuck, this was really happening, wasn't it? And not only that, but his groper was fucking brave! It's one thing to merely squeeze and touch him from outside of his clothes, but to slide his hand into his pants as a whole took quite the balls to do! What if Clarence screamed?

Yeah, as if he'd do that.

Instead, he allowed the groper to do as he pleased, even letting out a soft groan when their nails scraped along his butt. At the same time, a certain part of his body began stirring in his pants. Clarence squeezed his thighs together, but that did very little to stop his every growing cock. Dammit, to be turned on by something like this, it was... despicable.

And yet that only made Clarence harder.

GA-THUNK!

"Ah!?"

The train suddenly bounced, a sharp cry leaving Clarence's lips, though he quickly covered his mouth. Fortunately, no one seemed too bothered by the sound he made, even if it did sound slightly erotic. Oh, who was Claire kidding; that was a yip of pleasure! Everyone else may have thought it was nothing, but the same could not be said for his groper.

"Such a lovely voice..." he said, causing Clarence's eyes to widened.

So he was being groped by a man; he thought as much. But just hearing the voice didn't provide a glimpse to his species; was the wolf? The cheetah? The bear? Or could he possibly be someone else? Ah, the possibilities were endless!

But before Clarence could gain the courage to actually take a peak, another hand of his groper suddenly slipped around his waist. This time it cupped and curled around his thigh, stroking him and coming dangerously close to his hardening cock. But if both hands were here, then that meant his groper was immediately behind him, right? If he just looked, he could see who it was! Or - at the very least - just gaze ahead towards the window and see his reflection, right?

No dice. Whoever was touching him, he was tall. Very tall. So tall, the window couldn't possibly show his entire reflection. All Claire got was a broad chest dressed in a black and white pinstripe suit of some sort.

Leaning in against the window more, Clarence's hands flattened against it while his groper continued touching him. Stroking along his ass with one hand, while the other hand stroked along his hip and thigh. The fox groaned softly, then whimpered, all whilst trying to keep his voice as contained as he possibly could. His mouth soon after opened, letting out soft pants that fogged the window before.

"P-please stop..." Clarence whispered, green eyes closing, "I have a job... I need to... aaahh..."

"Fuuuuh... you don't want me to stop..." the deep and powerful voice of his mysterious groper replied in a low whisper, "If you did, you wouldn't have raised your tail like you did. You were_presenting_ yourself, you naughty boy."

Dammit, that man had his card! He was right, subconsciously, Claire did raise his tail. Or... well... could he really say it was subconscious? Especially when he knowingly did it? His body was getting aroused beneath the philandering touches of his mysterious groper; Clarence was certainly enjoying it.

The hands of his groper soon left both his ass and his thigh however, a soft whimper leaving the fox's lips. Claire couldn't believe it, but he wanted more. But he didn't ask for it, didn't beg; he just waited to see what his mysterious groper would do next. Soon he felt the pressure of his groper's chest against his back, pushing him up more against the window, and allowing him to get a good view of his own face.

Clarence's cheeks were so hot and red, blushing and panting softly. It left him with the portrait of a truly slutty looking young man; a face he had never seen himself make. His tail was also standing up straighter, flaunting his buttocks more as he felt his groper grind up against him.

Claire's cock was hard and thick... and so too was the cock of the man that was touching him. Feeling that sizable lump suddenly rub up against his ass, the gray fox swallowed the spit in his mouth. It was audible not only to him, but for his groper as well, garnering a teasing chuckle from within.

"Heh heh heh... you like it, don't you? You naughty boy..." he whispered.

"Haaahhhhhaaahhh..."

Claire wanted to respond, but how could he when his groper began to fondle the tent he pitched in his pants? That large hand palmed his cock through his slacks, rubbing it up and down rather firmly. It caused his underwear to rub against his length in return, coaxing a groan from his lips. Up, down, up, down; over and over and over again.

"Hrrrrrrghhh... haaaaaa..."

Damn, Clarence's cock was so hard, it fucking hurt! The way it strained against his underwear, it suddenly felt rather stuffy down there. The fox wanted to let loose a loud moan to show how needy he was, but that would only draw the attentions of those around him. So instead he let his claws extend from his paws, scratching soft lines upon the smooth glass before him.

"Plleeeeasseee..." he groaned, drawing teasing laughter from his groper.

"'Please' what?" he even asked in a taunting manner, "If you don't tell me what you want, how could I possibly know what to do next?"

This motherfucker!? He was touching him, and yet he had the galls to act teasing? Just who the hell did he think he was!?

On the other hand... fuuuuuuck did that only serve to make Clarence's cock harder. He struggled to say anything in response, for whenever his mouth opened up, nothing but jumbled nonsense came out. It wasn't until the metro train around him shook again, that the fox finally found the courage to speak.

"My penis!" he whispered loudly, "Haaah...! My... my..."

He almost forgot where he was when he said that. Fortunately, no one around him seemed to be any the wiser of what was going on. That's good, because as soon as he said those words, the hands of his groper moved around the front of his pants. Skillfully they undid his belt buckle, loosening the garment from around Clarence's hips. He paled from the feeling of it, but continued to say and do nothing. All the while, his groper pulled those pants and his underwear down his hips, with them slipping off and falling right down to his feet.

"Haaaaah..."

A cool gust of air flowed around Clarence, his manhood standing tall and proud out in the open. It was so hard, rather purple, had a knot at the base of it, and at the tip, precum began to ooze from the slit and along his dick.

Clarence looked down towards his cock, in utter disbelief that it was staring back at him. For things to have progressed this far... were gropers really that courageous!? The touching, the taunting, the teasing... aaah, it all made his heart race and blood pump. He even screwed his eyes shut... and a smile began to spread out over his lips.

"Haaaahh..."

"Heh heh... what do we have here...?" whispered his groper, "There... that's more like it... fuuuuuh... just be quiet and enjoy it, you naughty boy you..."

Clarence nodded, his shell having been cracked to reveal the lewd soul resting beneath it. To be touched and felt up here in a subway, where anyone could see them if they just looked over... fuck, it was such a turn on! Even more pre started to ooze from his cock because of it, while the hand of his mysterious groper reached around.

First he touched Claire's cock, coaxing a low, deep groan from the fox. His fingers then moved up and down, with each stride sending a throb through his dick. Eventually he cupped his hand around it, grabbing a hold of the fox's dick as a whole.

It was a firm grip, his length pulsating and throbbing within that hand. Biting into his bottom lip, Clarence struggled to not moan out loud for all to hear. Meanwhile his groper pushed in closer, his hand starting to stroke along his dick. Back and forth, over and over again, making that dick pulse and throb more and more and more.

"Fuuuuuck..." Claire whispered lowly, his forehead leaning up against the glass window before him.

His groper's pumping hand felt so amazing. It was strong, firm, but not hard enough that it hurt. No, it treated his purple cock with so much care and attention, stroking up and down slowly, over and over and over again.

"Aaaahhh..."

Claire's whimpers were low as well, constantly filling the air around him. He wanted to get louder considering how well his sensitive dick was being treated, but the fear of being discovered kept him low. Or maybe that was the excitement of the situation keeping him placated. At the very least, it certainly made his cock throb harder and harder.

"Haaaaaaahh... fuuuck... nnnnnnghh... haaaa..."

Looking down again, he saw his precum ooze upon the fingers of his mysterious groper. Huh, he was leaking more now than he was before. The scent of it even began flowing into his nostrils, something that made him stammer about. He could only hope that no one else could smell what was going on down here.

That stroking hand steadily grew in speed and power, sliding down where it slapped his knot and made his balls wobble. Then he drew it back up, right up to the tip yet again. The groper utterly commanded Clarence's dick, with the fox clinging to the window harder and harder. With one push, he thrust forth with his hips, his cock sending a spurt of precum that shot out upon the wall before him.

So disgusting... aaaah... Claire wanted more.

In a rare moment of initiative, he reached back, his hand cupping and curling around his groper's pelvis. He could feel that thick lump, pushing back and weighing heavily against his hand, even when through his pants. That thick, pulsating length sent shivers down the fox's spine; he even nodded to show his pleasure with it. And in turn, that mysterious man behind him chuckled.

"Fuuuuh... you naughty boy you..." he whispered, "You want that so soon, hm? Okay... I'll give it to you..."

His hand leaving Clarence's cock, his groper instead reached around to grab his own pants. Unbuckling it softly, he opened it just enough so that his cock could come sliding out. And when it did, it slid and flopped right between Clarence's buttocks, the fox's eyes widening with realization.

Barbs. He felt barbs. So that meant his groper - whoever he is - was a feline at the very least. And considering his size, he must have been a large species of feline as well... but exactly what kind? He thought about looking over his shoulder, just to get a better view... but Claire didn't. No, the mystery of who his groper was somehow made things that much better.

"Nnnnghhh..."

That rubbing dick didn't hurt things either.

It started sliding up and down the crevice of Clarence's ass, coaxing moans and groans from the gray fox. He tried not to speak out about it, but the way those barbs stroked along his buttocks in such a teasing manner, triggered a pathetic whimpering noise from the fox. He wanted it so fucking bad; his anus was twitching like made! How could his groper not see it?

Oh, but he did. He saw that needy squirming, heard that pitiful voice. And though Clarence could not see it, a taunting grin spread out over the lips of his mysterious groper.

Reaching down, he grabbed a hold of Clarence's ass, claws pushing in to draw out more moans from the fox's lips. He then pulled that ass softly apart, flaunting that puckering anus. So soft, so tight, all whilst twitching, as if begging for attention. Nodding with pleasure, the groper reached around towards the base of his own cock, grabbing it hard where he began to tap it against Claire's buttocks. Each tap triggered a furious nod from the gray fox, who bit into his bottom lip whilst smiling in such lustful, needy pleasure.

"Yes, yes," he groaned, "Mmmm... please, please!"

"Shhhhh shhhhhh," said his groper in a soothing manner, "Don't be so hasty... we don't want to hurt you, do we?"

Clarence nodded furiously in response, which was all he could do. He had already past the point of trying to talk, instead allowing his groper to do as he pleased. Between the darkness of the tunnels, the pack bodies all around him, and his larger size compared to the gray fox, there just wasn't anything Clarence could do to stop him.

Not like he'd even care to try.

But there was no more teasing, no more taunting, no more build up. His groper finally aimed at his anus with his cock, his grip on Clarence also tightening to further hold the fox in place. He then began to push ever so slowly, the head of his length meeting the the fox's tight entrance. For a moment, Claire thought he could manage it, but the moment the head of that dick started to spear open his ass, his eyes widened with realization.

"Big! Nnnnghhh! B-big!!!" he cried through gritted teeth, "Haaaaaahhh!"

Was that loud? Maybe, but no one said anything.

Claire screwed his eyes shut, some tears breaking away as he was steadily filled with the large, thick member of his mysterious groper. They spread and pushed open the walls of his asshole, all whilst sliding inside, inch by glorious inch. Those barbs stroked along the sides of his ass as well, adding some extra pleasure on the slow penetration that coaxed deep moans from the fox's lips.

Hey, Clarence was no virgin, but his previous paramours were nothing compared to what this man had pushing into his ass! It was long, it was thick, and it pulsated with such brimming vitality. Every inch that dick claimed of his ass, had Clarence flattening up more and more against the wall before him, his penis splattering pre all over it.

"Haaaaaahhh shiiiiiiiitt... MMMMMMM!!!"

He was moaning so much and so loud, he had to cover his mouth less he blow their cover. But his groper didn't stop; he kept going! Inch by inch by inch, his ass was widened out by that thick cock, not stopping until it finally - finally! - reached the end. And when it did...

"Haaahh! Haaaahhh! Haaaaahhhh!"

It left Claire panting like he had just run a mile. Just... just how long and how thick was this cock? Clarence was no mathematician, but it couldn't have been any less than 7 or 8 inches. The way it widened him out was amazing too, leaving almost no space left. For as long as this train ride went on, he was trapped by this dick.

"Fuuuuuh... that's it, you naughty boy," the man continued to whisper so huskily into his ear, his hips drawing back, "Take it like the slut you are..."

Pat!

"Haaahh!"

With one push he drove that cock back into Clarence's ass, making it wobble as he closed his eyes. There wasn't much he could say, so he just sat there, taking penetration after penetration by his courageous groper. To think he'd be so brave as to fully fuck him on this train; was merely touching him just not good enough? Just who was this man right now?

Pat!

"Hoooo...!"

Not like he could really focus on that at the moment, since he was, ya'know, being fucked. Every stroke of that cock sent bolts of pleasure throughout Claire's body, with him even straightening up to feel it. And when his green eyes reopened, they saw the orgasmic visage of a slutty gray fox staring back at him.

Pat!

"Nnnnghhh...!"

It was such an incident expression... and yet, that didn't matter. He couldn't really think as that cock pounded into his ass, with the rumbling of the subway around him helping to amplify the feeling. It wasn't as if his groper was just thrusting into him; it was as if the entire metro was thrusting into him!

Over and over and over again!

The feeling was mutual, for with every thrust he gave, the groper too felt the rumbling of the train magnify his pleasure. He gave a deep groan against the side of Clarence's ear, sending maddening shivers down his spine. In turn, his thrusting continued to get louder and louder, the sound of their melding bodies only beaten out by the sound of the train around them. Perhaps it was loud enough that some would hear it, but it was just shallow enough that no one would actually care.

Red Line is now approaching its destination, Vista Heights.

"Wha...?" Clarence groaned, his ears twitching.

He didn't have enough time to question it though, not when his groper suddenly got so strong against him. The fox's green eyes widened as he was suddenly flattened up against the wall, the strong presence of his mysterious groper pressing hard against him on the opposite side. In turn, that caused his thick, feline cock to curve upwards in his ass, triggering a groan from the fox's drooling lips.

"Haaaaaahhh...!"

And that's when the fucking really began.

Patpatpatpatpatpatpatpat!

With hips like those of a piston, the groper drove his cock unabashedly in and out of Clarence's ass. He leaned back and groaned, that cock sliding in, then sliding out, only to be pushed back in, all with such speed, such power! In turn, the fox's cock rubbed furiously against the cold steel of the wall before him, his precum shamelessly leaking all out of his cock.

Every thrust he took without hesitation, his eyes rolling back as pleasure surged through him. Clarence just couldn't take it anymore, no matter how hard he tried to fight it off. Every thrust, every bump, every groove, sent wave after wave of pleasure through the fox's eyes. They fluttered and twitched, his growing need and desire approaching faster and faster and faster.

But that wasn't what set him off, nooooo. It wasn't until his groper shifted his thrusts just a tiny bit, taking aim with a specific part of Clarence's body. That part of his ass that would make any man cum on contact, no matter what. His fucker found it, grinned, and--

THRUSSSTTTTTT!!!

"HRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!?"

Boy, it took everything in Clarence's body to not scream out loud, right there on the spot. Instead, he did the next best thing...

"Hrrrrrrrrrrggghhhhhhh!?"

Out of his throbbing cock, Clarence shot out blast after blast of white-hot seed, all over the wall before him. His eyes rolled back soon after, slutty sounding moans and groans also echoing from his lips. His thick seed slowly oozed down the side of the wall before him, while it's virile scent began to permeate the air as well. It all left Clarence groaning with desire, his lips slowly curling into a goofy, post-orgasmic smile.

But that's not all, for he was still pulled tightly to the cock of his groper. In fact, said groper wasn't yet finished with this ass quite yet. He pulled back, then shoved it forward and deep, forcing a gasp from Clarence. The eyes of the fox bulged and wobbled briefly, only to once again be thrusted into by that amazing cock. Once more a shrill cry left the fox, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to try and stifle his groans. What, was he trying to get them caught? He just couldn't take it anymore!

But no matter what, Clarence could still feel it, feel that cock as it began to pulsate and throb in a new, unique manner. Ooooooh, he knew what that meant, and he knew what was coming. The powerful thrusting, how they grooved along his ass, and that pulsating all meant one thing and one thing only.

The groper grinned.

"Hmph!"

"Oooh!?"

Squuuuuiiirrrttt!

"Hooooohh!?"

THWAP!

Pressing hard against Clarence and his ass, the burly feline's cock let out a jet-stream of cum deep inside of him. At first it was small, but it was soon followed by a hot blast that filled the fox's rectum. Claire's eyes bulged from the feeling, his mouth opening to let out a rather obvious cry.

"It's... hot! Hot! Haaaaahhh!"

With that seed coating his walls, Claire closed his eyes as he too shot out a bit more spunk he didn't know he had been hiding. It mixed with the cum from before, while he continued taking in the seed that filled his ass, thick blast after thick blast. Its burning-hot touch made the fox quiver with desire, his head shaking and body shuddering. All the while, his anus milked that cock for all it was worth, refusing to let it leave.

And then... there was nothing.

Panting softly, Clarence looked ahead towards his reflection. His wobbling eyes, his blushing cheeks, and that thick fog that made it almost impossible for him to look through. But soon the darkness of the tunnel gave way to the bright lights outside, causing Clarence to wince and pull back. At the same time, the subway's intercom once again spoke to them.

Now arriving at Vista Heights.

"Hnnnnnghhh!?"

That sound made both Clarence's ears twitch, and his groper pull away. That cock slid out of his spent ass, some cum streaking out and falling upon the floor. It left the fox wanting more, his green eyes even looking over his shoulder towards the man behind him. Meanwhile, bodies all around them began to shift and move, as their fellow riders began to exit the subway.

In turn, Clarence quickly scrambled for his slacks and underwear below, fearing that the evidence of their tryst may be discovered. His hair and fur had been made slightly disheveled thanks to all the sweat he accumulated during their brief fuck, but he hopefully still looked presentable for his incoming orientation.

But right now, that was the last thing on his mind. Instead he turned to try and face the man who touched him, thinking it was the cheetah he saw before. But... no, that cheetah was nowhere to be seen. Rather, he saw the glorious backside and mane of a lion of all things. A lion in a black, pinstripe suit. Said lion had his back to him, and he was walking away without a word, leaving Clarence behind. He reached out for him, but he didn't say anything. No, no, he still had to ride the Red Line to his destination. And yet... and yet...

"Huaah..."

...

Now that he thought about it, that was a very strange interaction, wasn't it? Getting onto the Red Line, being picked by a groper, and then getting fucked by him. Yeah... what a start to his day, huh?

It had been thirty minutes or so since that happened, with Clarence walking down the streets towards Wilhelm Avenue. Fortunately for him, the station had a good enough bathroom for him to freshen up at, having eliminated the odor of sex from his body. That being said, he was embarrassed by how much seed he spewed out in the subway. It would probably smell that way for a while now, wouldn't it?

"Hhmmm... I don't even know why I'm even thinking about it so much..." Clarence muttered to himself as he rubbed his head, "Haah... fuck... I should've called the cops on him or something..."

Heh, as if; not even Clarence believed those words. Considering how he bent over and flaunted that ass of his, literally presenting himself like some bitch in heat; how could he even entertain the thought of turning that groper in?

And what of Linda? He couldn't believe she was right about the groping problem Red Line had. There was no way he was going to tell her what happened; she'll never let him live it down. He could already here all the 'I toldya sos' that would leave her mouth! Ack!

"Damn... my ass still hurts..." the fox even grumbled to himself as he pushed on towards his new workplace.

But, hey, at least it was all behind him now. Just some random interaction that occurred within the the subway, nothing more, nothing less. Life was filled with these random interactions, so there was no need to think about it for too long.

Yeeaaaaah...

Gold Star Inc.'s northern branch was just in view now, sitting between other nondescript office buildings. Seeing it immediately brought a swelling of pride and hope within Clarence, who couldn't help but to hop up and down with excitement. Today would be the first day of the rest of his life, as he had so eloquently put it before. So... best to start off this day right!

When he stepped into the building, the air here even seemed to elevate one's status. It was a simple lobby, though instead of those generic grays and whites, there were blacks and golds. Hey, gotta match its name, ya'know!

"Ah! Good morning, you must be Mr. D'Lion, right?" said a kind-looking deer as the fox entered.

"Yes, that's me!" Clarence replied with a wide smile, "Heh! Apologies if I'm a little late; the Red Line didn't treat me to kindly this morning."

"It's okay, really," said the deer as he shook Clarence's hand, "What matters is that you're here now. We're ready to start your orientation, in fact!"

"Great! Umm... where do I go?" Clarence asked, to which the deer stepped to one side.

"Actually, we have a superior who's going to run things past you first," he explain whilst pointing to the hallway beside the receptionist counter, "In fact, Mr. McDonald should be coming right now."

"Mr... McDonald?" Claire repeated in a bit of a stunned manner.

Now that he thought about it... wasn't it strange how that groper picked him of all people? How of all the people on that subway, he chose the gray fox. Was it just because he was gay? Was it because he was stuck near the wall? Why oh why was it him of all people?

In a way, it was like Clarence was specifically targeted; it_wasn't_ just some random encounter. And as his green eyes looked into the direction where the deer pointed, his eyes befell a sight that caused his voice to get caught in his throat.

There he was, a tall, burly lion, one with such a glorious red mane, sharp brown feline-eyes, and a sneering grin on his lips. And he was wearing - you guessed it - a black, pinstripe suit.

No, this had to be some sort of joke, right? Just some silly coincidence, right? Right!?

But then the lion spoke, and with the exact same voice and same enunciation of that groper on the train.

"Mr. D'Lion, I presume. Welcome to Gold Star Incorporated."