Working Girl

Constantly glancing at the clock, unable to keep his nose down in his notebook, Valentine's tail wagged nervously as he chewed on the end of his pencil. A single little miscalculation during a close football game in the school yard had landed the 12 year old Belgian shepherd in detention for half an hour, the first few minutes of it spent cleaning up after the window he'd managed to shatter and the remainder on homework, though the boy could hardly pay attention to either. Fidgeting in his seat, running his fingers through his pitch black fur while eyeing up the clock with an anxious look, the young pup prayed that his teacher would show some mercy on him and let him leave early. Valentine didn't really care about the stern talking he'd surely get from his mom, or even the boredom of sitting in detention for a while, but he really didn't want to waste any extra time during Friday afternoons, and not just because he was excited to begin his weekend. The boy had gotten a job just last month, a little gig that earned him a tidy sum of spending money in exchange for a few hours of his time every Friday, a wonderful deal for a cub with plenty of comic books and candy to buy. Of course, the job had some other bonuses attached to it on top of the money, but all of that could well be gone if he was late for his shift, worried that the man who'd hired him could just as well fire him for slipping up in such a way. Trying to count the minutes remaining until he was supposed to be at his job, estimating just how quickly he could get there if he was to speed down the streets as fast as he could with his bike, Valentine let out a tiny nervous whimper as he realised there was no way for him to make it in time any more, squirming in his seat until he finally raised his hand to get his teacher's attention, 
“Yes?”
Hoping his puppy eyes would do the job, the shepherd pleaded with his teacher, 
“Could I please leave? It's only ten minutes early, and I… I'm in a really big hurry, ‘cause I gotta look after my little brother this evening.”
The teacher sighed, thinking that the boy was probably lying and just trying to get out to enjoy the weekend, tapping his fingers on his desk as he stared at the young canine in silence. Realising that he was also stuck in the dusty old room rather than relaxing back home for as long as he kept the boy in detention, the man relented, leaning back with a shrug, 
“Well, I guess you've been pretty productive with the homework, and you did apologise. Alright then, but just this once. And don't chat about this to your friends, or the other teachers, okay?”
Relieved, Valentine quickly packed up his bag and dashed out of the classroom, heading straight for his bike, hopping on and speeding towards his job, panting as his tail flopped in the air behind him. 

Hoping that his employer wouldn't mind him being a handful of minutes late, the Belgian shepherd made his way downtown, ringing his bell as he ducked and weaved down the sidewalks, pedalling as fast as he could. The cub was at least thankful that he could head straight to work from school, not needing to stop by at his home thanks to a little lie he'd told his parents about an after school club he was going to every Friday. After a sweaty and nerve-racking ten minutes, Valentine finally made it to his destination, wheezing as he hopped off of his bike in front of what looked like a nondescript warehouse, walking his bike down a little back alley while trying to catch his breath. Tucking his choice of transport away behind a corner, the boy tried to steady his panting, straightening out his shirt before knocking on a little side door to the warehouse, waiting patiently until it opened up. From behind the door appeared a slightly annoyed looking tiger, a man easily twice the size of the young dog, broad and muscular in a black tank top, his arms crossed as he glared down at the pup. The feline stared at Valentine for a few seconds before the shepherd held up his hands, giving a slight gulp as he smiled nervously, 
“I… I know, I'm a few minutes late. There was just some… stuff at school, nothing I could do about it, trust me! Came here as soon as I could.”
Valentine knew that Simon wasn't the sort of man who appreciated others being late, but he hoped that the tiger would buy his story, feeling the unamused cat staring right into his soul before finally stepping aside, nodding the boy to step inside, 
“Alright, you get to keep the job. But those ten minutes are coming out of your pay, just out of principle more than anything.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Valentine followed the man inside, his sharp canine nose immediately picking up the scent of sex the second he walked deeper into the warehouse. After the first few visits to the place, the cub had quickly gotten used to the lewd scent, though he never really minded it that much, following a few steps behind Simon as his ears perked up at the faint sounds of moaning coming from somewhere on the other side of the building. The warehouse was one big underground brothel, specialising in giving their clientele a taste of the wilder side of things, quite literally. Valentine had been hired there after a little ruckus with him being caught snooping around by one of the bouncers, trying to investigate some rumours he'd heard online while browsing a few naughty sites, eventually making a deal with the people running the joint. The dog's job wasn't anything particularly glamorous, just cleaning up after the clients, but he still happily accepted the offer, both for the pocket money as well as the bonus he realised he could take advantage of. Heading down a hallway into Simon’s office, Valentine waited with his cap in his hands as the tiger sat down with a sigh, flipping through some papers for a while before giving a grunt, 
“Looks like room 15 was just vacated, get to scrubbing.”
The cub's tail gave a twitch as he looked up, 
“Oh… room 15? That's… that's Gloria's room, right?”
The man raised an eyebrow, 
“Yeah. What about it?”
“Nothing! Just… just wondering.”
The Belgian shepherd quickly turned away to hide his smile, hoping his excited tail wagging hadn't given away his game as he slipped out of the tiger's office, glad to get to see Gloria once more, having developed a slight crush on her. 

Grabbing a cart of cleaning supplies from a closet, the boy walked down a hallway of rooms meant for the customers to use, each marked with a number, some seemingly still in use based on the moans and groans coming from some of them. Blushing lightly as he marched down towards the other side of the warehouse, his ears perked up to listen to the sounds of customer satisfaction, Valentine had to quickly adjust his pants slightly, trying to conceal the slight bump forming on the front of them. After a slight walk, the cub finally found himself in front of a door marked with the number 15, giving it a knock as he stood by to listen. Though Simon had said that the room had already been vacated, the puppy knew that it was best to double check just in case, waiting for a moment before finally stepping in,
“Hey there, Gloria~”
The boy was greeted by a short and sweet bleat, coming from a feral sheep laying down on a mattress in the middle of the room, her bright white and fluffy fur left slightly dishevelled after a seemingly passionate afternoon spent with a client. Valentine quickly closed the door behind him before he walked over to the resting ewe, squatting down to give her a pet, smiling as she happily nuzzled against his hand, her short tail giving a slight wag,
“Busy day for you, huh girl?”
Petting the sheep, the cub glanced up at the room around him, trying to see what sort of a state the previous client had left it in. The place resembled a cheap motel room, completely windowless and mostly just sporting a few plush chairs and a couple of drawers stuffed with toys and accessories for the clients to use if they pleased, one big mattress set in the middle of the room to do the deed on, a minibar nestled in the corner with some drinks. Valentine was glad to see that whoever visited Gloria hadn't made a huge mess, with just a few splatters of cum marking the floor around the mattress, though the sheets on it had seen better days, nearly soaked in the load of whoever had been there last. The sheep herself had likewise been left rather messy, a few ropes of cum spread out over her back from a hurried pullout, a few stains on her snout as well, seemingly from her licking the client clean after their session. With a curious and sly smile, the Belgian shepherd shuffled towards Gloria's flank, still keeping one hand on her side to pet the girl as he carefully lifted her tail with the other, peeking underneath. The ewe’s pink slit was completely flooded with cum, overflowing and drooling down her hind legs, smearing the fur on her inner thighs with the load, still warm as it slowly oozed out of her gently twitching mound, 
“Wow, must've been a stallion or some other equine, no wonder you're all tuckered out~”
With a chuckle, Valentine gave the sheep's chin a scratch as she let out another content bleat, her creampied cunt staring the boy in the face as he quickly glanced behind his back, the tent in his pants only growing as he bit his lip, 
“Good thing this mess isn't gonna take too long to clean, gives me a little time to pamper you. But if Simon asks, the place was completely trashed, and that's why it took me so long to finish up, okay girl~?”

In the safety of the private room, with the faint moans and feral barks coming from all around him, Valentine knelt down next to the sheep on the mattress, quickly zipping down his pants and pulling out his red rocket. The pup was already at full mast, his knot swelling up in the palm of his hand as he gave his cock a slight rub, squirting a thin line of pre that webbed between his fingers as he gently laid down next to Gloria, his head at her rump. The boy didn't even need to lift up the ewe’s tail, as she was already all too familiar with the very intimate manner that the young dog preferred cleaning up the girls working at the brothel, lifting up her own tail for the cub as she laid down on her side, giving a happy snort as she felt the pup's snout nuzzling between her back legs. Moaning as the mouthwatering scent of lusty sheep and the musk of another guy's load mixed in his nose, Valentine dipped his muzzle into the feral's creampied slit, pushing his tongue into the filled pussy as Gloria let out a pleasured bleat, shoving her rear back further against the boy's face. Always happy to return the favour, the ewe noticed the dog's red rocket twitching right in front of her muzzle, cuddling closer to the young cleaner and opening up her maw, lapping at the canine's dick. Gasping against Gloria's mound, digging his tongue even deeper into the sheep as he clung onto her soft fur, Valentine gently bucked against the four-legged lady's muzzle as she licked at his knot, cleaning off the pre already glazed all over his length. Wondering just how the brothel had managed to train their feral prostitutes into being able to service their clients so wonderfully, Valentine ate out the sheep's filled cunt, licking out the load the previous visitor had pumped deep into her pussy, humping her muzzle as the pair snuggled together on the stained mattress. 

Only getting even hornier the more he licked out the creampied ewe, his cock throbbing as her wonderfully soft and slick tongue cupped under his shaft to receive his squirts of pre, Valentine knew that his lust wouldn't be satisfied with just a quick round of licking this time around, he needed something more. With most of the previous client's load cleaned out of Gloria's tight slit, the boy thought that she needed another load in her, just in case someone happened to see her and question why she didn't seem as used as she should've been, and for no other reason whatsoever. Still smacking his lips as he shuffled up to his knees behind the ewe, gripping her fluffy coat with both hands, the puppy brought his cock to the girl's pussy lips, both glistening and dripping with each other's saliva. With just a light push, Gloria's mound opened up and took the canine in, her warmth and tightness making his tail bolt up as he doubled over with a heavy moan, hugging the soft sheep like she was one of his old plushies. The ewe certainly didn't mind the new stud behind her either, tossing her head back and squirming on the mattress as she brayed with pleasure, both of their tails wagging in excitement as the boy bucked deeper into her slit, nearly getting knot deep in just a few thrusts. Feeling like he didn't need to try to keep his voice down thanks to his exclamations being buried under the noise of the working brothel all around him, Valentine let himself grunt and whimper as much as he wanted, holding nothing back as he humped the barnyard beaty, truly fulfilling his title as a sheepdog. Rocked back and forth by the horny little male squeezing her from behind, Gloria bleated in rhythm with the young canine's rutting, her tight tunnel squeezing down on his girth as he groaned, 
“H… holy shit… are you gonna… cum!?”
As if to answer the cub's question, the sheep exploded into wild grunts and squeals, her cunt clamping down on the dog, trying to pull him in deeper, something that Valentine was more than happy to accommodate. Plunging balls deep inside of the ewe, planting his knot in her clenching cunt, the Belgian Shepherd whined as he came right alongside with her, in bliss both from the feel of her walls squeezing him just right, as well as from the knowledge he'd just made a girl cum for the very first time, even if a four-legged girl. Nearly blacking out as he tossed his load into the feral, her pussy lips locked tight behind his knot as her tunnel massaged him just right, the puppy collapsed on top of the bleating sheep, moaning into her ear as he emptied his balls, giving her cunt another creamy filling. 

Gasping as he laid on top of Gloria, grimacing every time she squirmed around and her pussy clenched around his overly sensitive cock, Valentine had to take a few minutes just to catch his breath, whimpering and groaning as the ewe milked the few final drops of seed out of him. Stroking the sheep's side as he hugged him, cuddling with her as the pair both basked in the afterglow of their climaxes, Valentine eventually managed to fill his lungs enough to sit up without feeling lightheaded, glancing down under Gloria's tail to see cum trickling out from behind his knot. With a light tug, and a yelp from him, the dog untied himself from his partner, tumbling back with a huff as he watched his load spilling from the very satisfied girl, panting as he zipped his pants up before giving Gloria a little extra love, snuggling with the sheep while giving her pets. Though he could've spent all day long cuddling with the ewe, the boy knew his employer probably wouldn't have appreciated that very much, getting up from the mattress after a few more minutes, finally starting the work he was actually being paid to do. As quick as he could, Valentine changed the sheets and scrubbed the worst of the stains left on the floor, cleaning the room up before slipping a collar around Gloria's neck, since his cleanup job was only half done still. As he stepped out of the room, the cub was immediately met with the stern faced tiger waiting for him outside, making Valentine jump, 
“O… oh, Simon! I was… I was just getting done with the room, still gotta give Gloria a little bath.”
The feline nodded and stepped out of the way, remaining stone faced as he watched the blushing canine quickly scampering off with Gloria in tow, Simon’s muzzle suddenly twisting into a grin as soon as the boy disappeared behind a corner. Walking into room 15, the man stepped over to a tiny camera hidden behind a light fixture bolted to the wall, grabbing it and pulling out a memory card, chuckling to himself as he tried to guess just how much money he'd make from his latest  film of Valentine.