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The dark shape in front of me spoke in a shrill voice that made my whiskers wobble.

"Why don't you have the latest Adalmina Woolworth novel?"

I could barely make out the black tip of a nose and firmly pursed lips looming out from the dark hood of a dirty brown winter coat worn by one of the discriminating vixens. Her browsing companion loomed nearby with an equally scowling expression on her narrow canine face.

My tail smacked against my ankles as I tried to keep up my best retail face.

"How can I help you ma'am?" the words came with practiced ease from my beaming muzzle.

"There was an advertisement in the Reader's Digest for a new Adalmina Woolworth novel, and I want it. Why don't you have it here?"

The corner of my maw twitched. Crap...I had no idea who Adalmina Woolworth was.

"Perhaps I could check it from the computer," I offered, my paw already seeking the keyboard.

"Yes."

I had to keep back the instinctual eye roll as I typed in the name of the author into the search field of the inventory database and got 16 hits. At least that was a relief.

"Ahh...we seem to have several of her works in stock, ma'am, what is the name of the title?"

"The Nostalgic Whisper of the Wind of the Wild Heart" the vixen murmured.

My ears dropped. Damn...my eyes browsed through the list and found the title on the bottom with a horrifying tag: "DELIVERY PENDING - NOT YET PUBLISHED".

Marge pretended that she was tapping her own computer but from the corner of my eye I could see her looking at me and the two pissed off vixens. I bet she was loving this. Grilled lion with ketchup, anyone?

Fuck.

I looked up from the computer screen.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but the title you asked for has not been published yet, so we can't have it in store. You have to come again when they actually do send the book to the stores."

The barely visible nosepad wrinkled ominously.

"But there was an ad on the Reader's Digest," the other vixen added from her friend's side.

Shit....shit...shit...

"It must have been an advance advertisement for the book, ma'am," I spoke calmly. "They run them on the papers all the time, ma'am, to attract attention before the release. You simply must have mistaken the date, ma'am."

No answer.

The vixens didn't move either.

"I could place a reservation for you into our system if you like, ma'am," I tried my best, I honestly did. "It is a free of charge service."

The vixen wasn't happy with it. Her friend leaned closer and whispered something into an ear hidden inside a lumpy winter hat that made the other fox frown even more. Then she turned to look at me again.

"We will ask my son to order it online for us. Good day."

They were in the process of disappearing even before I had a chance to try to offer them the discount brochure for the Winter Sale Special. My neck furs spiked much to Marge's amusement.

"Hahaahahahahahaah!" she must've been holding back the giggles for minutes, judging from how she almost doubled over behind the counter.

Great job, Rory Gliese, assistant shop manager, star salesfur of the month.

My tail had lost all of its usual loopiness by the time Marge calmed down and wiped the corners of her eyes. Her ears were flicking like mad.

I gave her a dark look and tried to act busy by zeroing the computer to wipe out the glowing reminder of my doomed search.

"Oh, shit..." I rubbed my cheek slowly with my knuckles.

Think of Dobie butt, think of Dobie butt...this is a good day...think of Dobie butt...

"I thought all the middle-aged ladies liked you, Rory," Marge purred, still snuffling occasionally with giggles.

I saw my reflection from the black surface of the LCD price display of the cash register and shrugged at the image of a frowning big cat.

"Think they'd actually bought something even if we had it in stock?" I grumbled.

"Perhaps The Complete Idiot's Guide to Being a Total Biatch," Marge whispered so that a nearby browsing coyote would not hear her badmouthing clients.

I gave her my most charming hunky chuckle and shook my head, ruffling my mane in the progress.

"I better make an order for that as soon as possible," I snuffled and felt a little bit better, thanks to Marge's humour and memories of Dobie paws clutching my mane in the throes of passion.

I gave it a quick stroke to keep the memory alive. It felt nice. My tail flicked, even. Everything was starting to feel better.

"Maybe I could write one as my next NaNoWriMo," Marge suggested playfully.

My tail flicked in terror at the idea of another printed out NaNoWriMo appearing to the back room coffee table where a copy of Cold Cuts still resided, abandoned under a stack of newspapers and National Geographic magazines.

It was still too much of an easy target not to catch onto it.

"How many do you write anyway?" I chuckled. "Isn't there supposed to be just one every year?"

"I try to do three or four," she replied with a toothy smirk. "I'm planning a sequel to The Magic Tone. The original's been read 229 times on the page where I submitted it."

"Well, uh, if you have it in your system, go for it, " I enthused.

"I'm the ultimate biatch, you Rory...biatch!" the cougar leered at me and puffed out her chest.

It looked like you could've fit the bar code scanner in her cleavage.

"I better stay out of catfights then," I smirked easily to her.

"You're such a pussycat," Marge flicked her ear at me.

Only once, and I was drunk.

"I'm gonna sing Tom Jones to you if you keep that up, anyway," I gave her a fair warning. "And my voice has been known to have uses as a method of repelling loitering teenagers from shopping malls."

Marge snickered.

"I thought that they used Barry Manilow music for that purpose, not Tom Jones."

"Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl..." I used my best vibrato and struck a pose for the purpose, my eyes glaring at the cougar.

"Ahhhhh...killer combination!!! _ La la la lalala! _" Marge's ears went flat and she cupped them with her paws while rocking from one footpaw to another.

"... with feathers in her hair..."

"La-La-La-La-La!"

"Ahh...excuse me..."

My song died in my throat as I realized that we had a customer at paw.

"Good day sir," I felt the heat grow under my cheekfurs as I turned to face the gruff-looking Doberman who had appeared out of nowhere while I was staying in the hottest spot north of Havana.

He was definitely not a Hockey Hunk but he was something more like a...well, maybe a college basketball player, if you used your imagination a little. He was about 20 and wore a funny brown winter cap and a neat jacket, and instead of a backpack, he had a kind of a shoulder carrier bag, probably for his laptop.

My smile instantly widened even if my cheeks still felt hot because of being caught in the middle of Manilow.

"Hello, I was wondering if you have Harrison's Internal Medicine."

He was cute and he got the brains, too. Just how great a combination was that? I bet Marge was already purring over the doctor-to-be. They really should carry their stetoscopes around their neck even when not on duty to make it easier to single them out from the usual swarm college kids.

My sheath gave a positively approving twitch as my paws slid along the smooth, cool surface of the counter towards the brochure stand.

"Yeah, of course," my smile grew to maximum width as I pointed towards the back of the shop. "You go past the kids' section, and turn left from that vampire stand over there, and you'll see Biology section, and opposite to that is the medical textbook section. And here..."

I grabbed the glossy slip and extended my paw, my ears giving sympathetic flicks.

"And here's the Albrecht Brothers Winter Sale Special offers that tells about the latest sales, and also includes a voucher for a 5-dollar discount on any purchases. With a valid student union card there is also an extra fifteen percent discount on text books."

My smile only got wider when the cute Dobie took the brochure from my paw and gave me a smile in return.

"Gee, thanks, mister, that's a great help!" he chuckled. "Need to save up a little bit of extra cash for the weekend anyway, heheh..."

"Always a pleasure to serve," I beamed.

"Yeah, thanks again," the Dobie rumbled before heading towards his destination at the back of the shop.

Okay, so I did watch him go and flick that undocked tail of his in a wide sway behind him. He was wearing some tight jeans that were positively ass-hugging, and that laptop carrier bag he had on his shoulder only added to the busy image.

He was nice but not as yummy as a certain other Dobie...

Well, to think of it more carefully, he didn't look much like that Victor guy. Wholly different body type to begin with, and he didn't have the same tone to his furs. This guy was darker and had a slim waist and different shoulders. His ears were also missing the blotches the beefy bed fellow happened to have. Yeah, any resemblance was just an illusion, a trick of the mind that made me think about the pent up Dobie who had been so intent on hitting on me at the gay bar.

My overworked catcock made itself known again the instant I let my thoughts wander back to thoughts of the musky bed with our two bodies rolling all over it while we made out like mad and swapped spit between our hungry muzzles.

Unghhh...

The pit of my belly felt odd and I already feared that I might soon need to get an ice pack for my poor little overworked balls.

"Murrrrr...."

My ears flicked at the direction of Marge the cougar and I gave her the eyes.

She simply smirked.

"Think he'd like to make a thorough physical examination for me if I ask nicely?"

I shook my head just for the hell of it.

"He's just a med student, I don't think he's licensed to practice...ehhemm...internal medicine quite yet, Marge."

This didn't seem to be a hindrance for a Marge who was already purring.

"Oh but I'm puuurrrrrrrrfect, am I, so, he can simply practice on me without the fear of misdiagnosis...."her eyes made THE flutter again.

I wanted to suggest that she asked the Dobie for a pelvic but decided that it was not worth the claw marks that were a potential result of such a quip. I decided to re-arrange the Winter Sale Special brochures instead.

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Marge didn't get a Dobie date, mostly because the doggie in question was served by yours truly as I checked in his one hundred dollars' worth of purchases and gave him my best smile and all the discounts I could before sending him on his way. I got a really nice smile from him, too.

That ended being pretty much the only highlight of the rest of the day. Things really started to pick up on the shop once the schools and businesses were out, and I was about ready to call it a day when my shift finally ended around seven. The locker room was almost as welcoming as a certain Dobie bed for me as I stuffed my work uniform shirt from my locker and retrieved my own things. I said my goodbyes for Marge and Lexia, the wolverine who worked evenings when Mason wasn't around, and then headed out to the dark nightlife. The air was cool and refreshing and I didn't have the time to freeze before I was already sitting on the bus and underway to my place.

This time I didn't feel like pressing my nose to the glass to spy on the furs going outside. I felt tired, both from the lack of sleep last night and the long day, and it was not an unreasonable fear that I might nod off right there on the plastic bench. I briefly considered hooking up my phone to play an MP3 to keep my mind sharp - yes, even if my phone wasn't a fancy one made by Apple, it had music in it - but my paws felt heavy and it felt like a chore. Warm couch and a sandwich and some bad television would be more than enough to help this big cat unwind after an interesting day. Probably it would not be as much fun as last night, but being a home kitty had its own advances.

First off, I decided as soon as my door was locked and I was removing my Gore-TEX winter shoes and putting them into the small plastic box I kept there to make sure that I would not make puddles, my first happy thought was that I did not need to smile all the time. I snuffled and rubbed my muzzle briefly, wondering whether I might eventually dislocate the old yapper from too much fake smiling for prissy customers.

At least the cute Dobie and the cute lion got genuine ones...

Ugh, two out of the dozens I served today was not enough to compensate for the overuse of muscles that were designed for tearing into flesh, not pretending to be a model in the cover of Cosmopolitan. Or whatever equivalent for gay guys who liked to watch a smiling shirtless lion on the cover of a magazine that had tips on how to build an aquarium inside your toilet seat water tank.

Mine was just plain and white, my bleary eyes noted when I let out a few cups of processed coffee out of my bladder. I pulled my fuzzy sheath back to get the gentlemanly trickles off the folds of skin and for the very fact that I had a dick, I gave the whole package a fun little squeeze, my pads pressing against my balls. Hmmmm...it might not have been a Dobie doing something dirty with my junk, but it sure did feel good enough to make my tail swoop happily behind me.

My cock throbbed once under my paw and expressed curiosity about the hold over it. I gave my sheath a quick little tug and another shake and felt what was hidden inside firm up. The pink, prickly tip peeked out and took a glistening, longing look at me. My precious looked like it was missing attentions, and even if my balls might complain, why not?

It only took a couple of minutes to turn on my laptop and place it on my bed, though I had to be careful with the cables since I didn't have a fancy WLAN uplink in my apartment. It was really too small to require that kind of a luxury anyway, so a few extra feet of cable had to do, and right now it did alright. My clothes hit the floor in an erratic dispersal pattern just before an aroused lion flopped down on the bed, already sporting a good boner curving up against my flat belly and with a lot of enthusiasm to deal with that right there and now.

I purr-grumbled already from the feeling of my cock hitting the sheets as I snuck up to the computer on my belly and leaned on my elbows. I tapped the computer into life and tried to decide what kind of an amusement I would choose for helping out the imagination a little. I had few favourites, sure, but this time I wanted a little bit of something...a bit special.

I typed in the familiar address and got an eyeful of cocks and rumps in jockstraps and plenty of bulging muscles once the front page of FreeRangeRumps.fur splashed itself all over me. It was one of those typical sites full of pirated porn gathered all over the internet and conveniently arranged into categories according to species and kink. While I do admit to usually hanging out at the Equines and Felines sections, this time the touchpad was easily clicked over the tailhole of a Sheppie posing on a bed with his ass pushed up for the best ogling angle.

My cock throbbed as the amount of porn increased yet again, this time the page giving me a chance to pick any special categories for viewing.

"Yeah, of course...," I huffed to myself as I checked the "Doberman" and "Muscles" and "Anal" boxes before waiting for a couple of blue ball - inducing seconds before the video selections opened for me.

The preview pictures gave me glimpses to a hunk after hunk getting ploughed into the ass by their equally buff partners. A quick browse showed a few fetishey ones like the classic locker room scenario and the walk-in-on-pawing off one. I decided that I was mood for something nice and simple and instead clicked something that had two Dobies already making out on a bed. I clicked the clip on and adjusted the sound intensity before finally leaving the computer on its own and leaned back on the bed.

I tugged a couple of pillows under my head and rubbed my chest and belly with my paws while I waited for the porn to load. There were a few cheesy porn site adverts surrounding the video window, but soon enough a good enough an image appeared, showing the two dark canines playing tonsil hockey and groping each other's gorgeous and very much naked bodies. The slightly bigger one was wearing white ultra tight undies that left little for the imagination, except that he sure had a big bulge in them and it was currently pressing against the more slight Dobie's thigh.

My cock throbbed and I decided not to tease it more with inactivity. Other teasing though was a must, I decided when my slick tip brushed against my palm and made itself very much at home.

"Damn you taste good man..."

The porn Dobie grumbled something for his bedmate while they slobbered all over each other, trading pretty convincing kisses with each other while their paws made things that really turned this clip into an X-rated film. I gave myself a couple of good squeezes and strokes and watched the bigger Dobie roll them both down to the bed before some dry-humping was initiated.

Victor's ass felt great under my hips when I pounded his rump to oblivion. On the clip, the camera was currently taking closeups of the top dog's hindquarters while they grinded and made out messily. Victor's rump might not have been quite as 100% muscle as that one, but his was bigger and more cushiony to do my naughty things with the barbed shaft currently sliding along my pre-slickened paw. My spare fingers located my balls and welcomed them into a warm hold while I purred loudly, my tail flicking agitatedly against my calf. Nothing sure beat a nice night at home, especially if it included a little bit of beating off, right?

_**"Doggie want a bone? Doggie?"

"Hell yeah, fuck yeah!"**_

The porn dialogue took a more cheesy turn for a while when the bigger Dobie flipped the other one to his belly and dived for his ass crack, pink tongue flicking as it sank into the taint of the cursing canine.

Now that's something we didn't get up to, I realized while my paw made a near-mechanical motion over my cock, causing my heart to increase its pace with each stroke. It felt good to be aroused again, even after the marathon rump romp last night, it felt natural and it felt manly and it felt good.

_ "Fuck, deeper!" _

The Dobie pushed his ass back wantonly towards the muzzle buried between his beefy rump cheeks. The porn camera got a really good look from underneath the sprawled doggie, showing how his huge cock swayed and dripped between his legs while the kneeling Dobie tongued his ass good.

The curved length in my fisted paw might have lost for those huge doggie bones flopping onscreen, but there was nothing to be ashamed with it. The barbs made for killer stimulation of the tailhole and the prostate, I had been told by quite happy lovers when they had sampled some kitty for the first time.

I had to wonder if Victor had been with a lion before, or maybe a tiger. A big, hunky tiger who could bench-press his own weight and liked flipping big Dobies over for a hot and tight ass adventure.

_ "You ready for it?" _

The Dobie's ass was slapped by a huge paw, making a loud smack as hot flesh was mishandled.

_ "Fuck yeah." _

The bottom Dobie's compact butt was waved at the horny Dobie and the camera, showing how his sloppy tailhole winked, ready and noticeably pink and loosened.

I tightened my grip a little and ramped up my speed while I watched the big Dobie roll to his back and hold up his cock for the other canine to straddle it. That, of course, happened in extreme closeup that showed every bulging vein on that huge dick when the Dobie bore down against the suspiciously surprisingly and suddenly lubed and condom-enclosed tip.

The Dobie held onto the bottom guy's hips while he guided their bodies down into the perfect position, and both took it like the pros they were, remembering all the moans and groans and grunts while they started to fuck properly.

Their bed squeaked a little as its springs were used to keep up the momentum of their rough fucking, the camera going everywhere to capture hot close-ups and angles to the action. I could watch the hot shaft slide in and out of the distended tailhole that kept being nudged by the big, bulgy knot on each thrust, and the Dobie's hefty balls jumped and jiggled in their loose, dark sac. The bottom's cock bounced while he rode the cock in his ass and he was dripping and making all sorts of horny faces while the top dog simply laid back and leered at his caught rump prize.

There wasn't time for bedroom acrobatics between me and Victor, I recalled while I stopped pawing just long enough to lap up a few drops of tasty pre from my fingers before going back for its task, making myself purr in the process. No, we were more interested in the actual sex than trying to make it look good rather than just feel good. I can't complain even if it was just pretty plain ass up - cock in kind of butt banging, but it did the trick, many times I must say.

**_"Doggie like bone? Doggy-doggie?"

"Yeah, hell yeah!"_**

The headboard of the porn bed banged against the wall while the muscular Dobie did the dirty with enthusiasm. At some point they switched positions and now the bottom had to surrender his ass to the bigger top while lying on his back, his knees pushed up against his chest. The roughly grunting Dobie turned the play just a little bit kinky by beginning to drool all over his bottom's face, letting his spit dribble and coat the huffing doggie's muzzle and neck.

"Hot looking at you...yeah...fuck yeah...marked like that...yeah..."

More drool was disposed on the Dobie's face by the dirtily muttering doggie.

_ "Hell yeah!" _

The bottom Dobie spat a huge wad of spit from his muzzle that splashed all over the top dog's face and made him curse.

"Fucking shit!"

The Dobie on screen put his hips to maximum fucking drive and I was starting to feel pretty much itchy under my balls as well, so I decided to give in for my needs and got at it with equal gusto. I pawed off fast now, rolling my hangers in my palm and squeezing them as much as was comfortable, not forgetting to press a fingertip or two against the pleasure spots in my taint where the throbbing root of my cock resided.

"Here you go slut...here you go.."

Both Dobies groaned as the camera got a great close-up shot of the thick knot pressing against the tailhole before it popped in with a hot, loud and slurping sound.

**_"Agghhhhhh!"

"Nggggghhh!"_**

My poor balls gave up the fight and my cock jerked heavily in my paw. My entire belly burned and my balls ached and my tailhole clenched just when I felt the heat flare inside me and the air became musky in the very instant as the first rope of watery cat cum shot out of me and splashed me in the face and neck.

I groaned and purred and threw my head back, feeling more spots of heat appear over my belly and chest while my load escaped from my heaving body in surprisingly strong spurts. I got a tongueful of the stuff when my maw fell open as I dragged in a hot a breath, my cock still throbbing and shooting one more gob that simply dribbled down my knuckles. The Dobies on screen were still making dirty sounds of their own but I was zoned out and in my own world of musk and heat and cum in my maw, slowly dripping along the slippery length of my tongue and numbing my taste buds.

A loud, deep purr rumbled from my chest and for a little moment, I was not there but still in that musky, foreign bed, hunched over the form of the Dobie who was shooting cum into the sheets underneath us both.

**_"Fuck I'm coming!"

"Yeah! Yeah!"_**

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