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The caracal manager watches the two tiny deer looking up at him with doe eyes. They stand next to each other, cheek to cheek, hands pressed against one another, fluttering their lashes.

The feline adjusts his collar, gulping. Dammit, why do all the half-pints have to be the horny ones?" he laments, sitting back on his desk. The makeshift thing creaks gently under his weight, but he spreads his legs gently, a hand on one knee and fingers curling to beckon his captives guests closer. "Well, if you're gonna show me whatcha got, come show me whatcha got!"

Lerato is the first to step up, letting her mechanical glove ride along his thigh. Lovemore follows, trailing a hooved hand up along the other one.

"Khakis aren't exactly what I consider proper attire for someone ready to party," Lerato says, her eyes half-lidded. "Wouldn't you agree, hubby?"

"Oh, my dear, it's far too formal for our attempts at bribery."

The two of them reach up on either side of the manager's pants, Lerato hooking her fingers in one side and Lovemore pinching the other.

"Are you ready, mister supervisor?" Lerato says, batting her eyes.

"We certainly are," Lovemore adds.

The caracal's hands shake as he lifts them, breathing heavily out of his nose as he reaches down between his legs. With trembling fingers, his paws work on the button, undoing it after a few fumbled missteps.

He hardly gets a chance to reach for his zipper when the deer yank down his pants, tugging his undergarments along with them.

A big, red, meaty thing springs up between his legs, quivering and high, with barbs protruding from it.

The supervisor bites his lips, exhaling long out his nose. His tail swishes back and forth, intent and ready to pounce at a moment's notice, but he moves his hands back to the table, claws scratching against the wood.

Lerato looks to her lover, and Lovemore takes a deep breath, leaning in, his hoof resting upon the feline's thigh. He presses his mouth against the base on one side of the cock, giving a gentle, suckling kiss upon the shaft.

"Ah!?"

Lerato chuckles as she follows suit, pressing her lips upon the opposite side.

"Oh, fuck me..." the cat says, tapping his claws on the table.

The two dik-diks look at one another, sparkling appreciation in their eyes. They slide their free hands down along the feline's legs, pressing their hands together, lacing fingers with hooves.

Together, they slide their tongues up along that shaft, slowly dragging along the length, letting the wet muscles moisten the cock with the precision and strategy of two well-seasoned sluts.

Soon, they flick against the cockhead in unison, their tongues coming together. They close their eyes and turn their heads together, locking lips right above the thing.

"D... damn it all..." the caracal whines. "What'd I do to deserve this." He leans in, reaching out for Lovemore's head, but the male dips back away from his grasp, biting his lip, which turns up in a soft grin.

He reaches down and grips his shirt, lifting it up over his head. His garments have been hiding a body as well-maintained as his mind, and he tosses the top aside before he steps right back up.

The supervisor gropes for Lerato, but she takes a step back, bending down and hooking her fingers at her pants, stepping out of them, and then lifting her own shirt up with a swiftness that betrays her eagerness.

Lovemore rests the cock against his hand, licking up and down along the length. Lerato walks up behind the deer, naked, save for her footgear and her underthings. She massages her hubby's shoulders, kissing him on the shoulder. The cheek whispers sweet encouragements into his ear that the supervisor cannot understand.

The caracal watches the two work, one eye closing gently as he reaches up, letting his paw go for Lovemore's head. "D... did not think... a ... a deer... w... Would be su-sucking my Di-uh, Dick!"

"Dik-Dik," Lerato corrects him, sliding aside and letting her breasts against his thigh. She leans in and kisses the fuzzy balls of the supervisor, rubbing her nose against him and letting out sweet little coos.

Meanwhile, Lovemore envelopes the cockhead in his mouth, bobbing down gently as his tongue lashes against the sensitive tip.

The supervisor presses his palm down against Lovemore's head, pushing him further along that shaft, giving Lerato the sight of his throat bulging with cock.

She gasps and squeezes her lover, pressing a kiss upon his arm. "Oh, loveydove! Look at you! Are you enjoying that kitty cat cock!?"

The supervisor grits his teeth, leaning his head back. "Nngh... I know I'm... ngh... Fucking loving... this gay boy's mouth."

Lovemore flashes a glare up at him and Lerato frowns.

The male deer pulls his mouth back with a slurp and wipes his chin with his arm, holding the cat's cock between his other hooves. "I am not gay, good sir! I am decidedly bisexual. That's something I think you can appreciate."

"H-huh?" The caracal breaks out of a trance, only to see Lerato standing at the door, one hand on the wall and the other pulling down her undergarments. Her tight, pink pussy glistens with sticky glee. "I didn't quite get enough cock at the tunnel, gentlemen. Now, which of you two wants to fuck me?"

The caracal blinks and looks to Lovemore. Lovemore smirks and looks at him. "Oh, how will we decide, mister big and strong cat? Think you're man enough to fuck my wife?" He says this, sliding his hooves over the cock and stepping up to the wall himself, where he places a hand upon the doorway as well, sticking out his butt. "Or, would you rather put it in me?"

"No fair!" Lerato whines.

Lovemore kisses her, and her whine melts into a sigh of delight as tongue dances against the tongue.