It was the quietest time of the morning for the streets of Tampora City. Just as the shops with daytime hours were about to start opening, those that catered to the nocturnal crowd were getting ready to close up for the day. The small shop Ryan was attending fell into the latter group. Though the shop wouldn't be closing for some time still, he had already handled most of his closing duties. After all, if he pretty much never had customers come in this late in his shift anyway, why not be ready to actually leave at closing time? With nothing else to be doing, the dark reddish-brown fox leaned against the register, pulled out his phone, and started absentmindedly scrolling through social media; one of the many perks of being part owner was not having a boss to lecture him for not working.


His attention was soon captured by one particular video of a cute femboy deer in skimpy clothes doing a very suggestive dance for the camera. Ryan's sheath suddenly felt tight. He did a quick check to make sure he was truly alone in the store before letting a handpaw wander down to his bulge. He gently massaged himself through his dress pants while continuing to scroll, and by some magic of the algorithm, the thirst reels kept coming.


His dick swelled as clip after clip rolled by of cute males and attractive females of every species pushing the bounds of what the platform considered to be 'appropriate conduct'. He couldn't help it; he had been so busy with the city's quarterly audit of the shop that he hadn't rubbed one out in almost two weeks, and his balls felt achingly full. He had become so entranced watching his phone screen that he forgot to keep an eye on the still unlocked door behind him.


*DING DING*


The unexpected ringing of the door’s bell startled Ryan so much he accidentally threw his phone in the air. After a brief scramble to catch his airborne mobile device, he turned toward the front of the store nearly blushing through his fur and with his handpaws clasped tightly in front of his bulge in the hopes whoever just walked in wouldn't notice. But before he even had a chance to queue up his customer service voice, he recognized the raccoon that had walked in as his business partner.


“Oh… Hey Cam.” Ryan said with a sigh of relief.


“Hey,” Cam chuckled, “did I scare you?”


“No…” Ryan lied.


The (as was often the case) wetsuit clad raccoon strode across the store like he owned the place – which he did – and up to the counter behind which Ryan stood. He gave Ryan a quick look over and a sly smirk spread across his face.


“Well, it looks like I interrupted something, anyway.” Cam said, eyeing Ryan's poorly concealed arousal, “Were you being a naughty fox?”


Ryan's meat twitched in his pants and his blush deepened. Cam was never one to miss an opportunity to tease him, and, though he would never admit it, he enjoyed every second of it.


“At work? Never.” Ryan lied again.


“You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?” Cam asked in a melodic tone before hopping the counter, “Guess I'll just have to check for myself.”


Ryan tried to take a step back as Cam approached, but was already backed up against the wall. Cam pressed his body up against Ryan's, placing his chin on Ryan's chest so he could watch the taller fox's face. Even without looking, the dexterous handpaws of the mischievous coon made quick work of Ryan's belt and slid right down the front of his pants with what could only be described as practiced ease. He cupped the fox's fluffy balls in his paws and gently weighed them; they felt heavy and full.


“Mmmm…” Cam moaned lustfully, “you feel kinda pent up.”


“Y-yeah, kinda.” Ryan said in a shaky voice.


“Poor fox,” Cam whispered, nuzzling against Ryan's neck, “I guess I'll have to do something about that.”


Cam's handpaws slid back out of Ryan's pants and undid the button and zipper. Cam sank to the floor, taking Ryan's pants and underwear with him. Ryan hadn't realized he had meant right here and now, but he wasn't about to argue either. A shudder ran up his spine as Cam's soft, delicate paws came up to caress his still sheathed knot. Ryan was hit with a feeling of lightheadedness and Cam was forced to scoot back almost under the counter as the fox leaned forward onto it for support. Good timing too, as no sooner had he done so than the door’s bell chimed again and an elderly cat lady began walking slowly up to the counter.


Ryan jolted at the unexpected sound, his meat slipping out of Cam's paws. He froze as he looked at the lady walking towards him; if he stood up, he would definitely expose himself, but he couldn't stay bent over the counter with his butt hanging out either. Thinking quickly, he bent his legs into a sort of half squat, lowering himself just enough to keep his naked lower half concealed by the counter.


“Sorry for coming in at such an odd hour, I know you're closing soon,” the cat said in a soft voice once she reached the desk, “I was just walking by and figured I'd check on my toaster.”


“T-thats okay,” Ryan said nervously, “uh… do you have your ticket?”


“Oh, I'm sure I do…” she said, putting a handpaw into her purse, “just let me find it…”


The lady began rummaging in her purse for the ticket she would need to reclaim her item. It quickly became apparent, however, that not only was the inside of her purse somehow greater in volume than the outside, but she had absolutely no system for organizing it. The passing seconds felt like an eternity to the horrendously embarrassed fox, but all he could do was watch patiently as more and more of the old lady's arms disappeared into her seemingly bottomless bag.


Cam, meanwhile, could see Ryan's bright red shaft slowly retracting into its sheath right over his head as he sat under the counter. Not one to let a perfectly good erection go to waste, Cam reached out and gripped the tip in his handpaw, forcing Ryan to stifle a yipp.


“Are you alright, dear?” The lady asked, looking up at Ryan's flushed face.


“Y-Yep,” Ryan stammered, “just… uh… stubbed my toe.”


Cam grinned at the effect of his mischievousness. He delicately caressed the warm fox meat with the pads of his fingers, gently coercing it back out of its fluffy sheath. Ryan fought to keep a straight face as the naughty little gremlin under the counter rubbed his shaft with his devious little paws, but soon his huffed breathing became so erratic that only someone with their head in a bag wouldn't notice. Luckily for him, this was the exact position he was in, but only until the cat lady found her ticket, and Ryan knew that Cam wouldn't be letting him off the hook that easily.


Indeed as Cam continued stroking Ryan's dick, he was also thinking about what other devilish things he could do to tease his fox. Inspiration soon came in the form of a single drop of precum that coalesced on Ryan's tip. Cam stuck out his tongue and gave the underside of Ryan's glans a long, slow lick. Ryan inhaled sharply followed by a long, shaky sigh.


“I'm sorry to be causing so much trouble…” the lady said, believing that Ryan's sigh had been one of frustration, “Oh! Here it is.”


The lady pulled the slightly crumpled ticket out of her purse and held it out to Ryan who reached with a shaky paw to take it. He started entering the number on the ticket into the computer to check on the item's status when he suddenly had to stop to hold back a moan. Cam wasn't satisfied with only a single drop of pre, and so he had popped the tip of Ryan's cock into his mouth and was suckling on it in hopes of getting more of the fox's sweet nectar. Unfortunately for Ryan, his shaking paws and near complete lack of focus made it very difficult to type. After three agonizing tries, he finally pulled up the information he was looking for.


“Unfortunately, Ma'am… it looks like your… item… isn't ready yet.” Ryan said, breathing heavily from the effort of maintaining what little was left of his professional demeanor.


“Oh, that's fine, it's not supposed to be done for another week, anyway.” The lady said, still completely oblivious to Ryan's plight. “I just figured I'd stop in since I was in town.”


Ryan handed the ticket – now quite damp from his sweating paws – back to the lady with the best customer service smile he could manage. She wished him a good morning and walked back out of the store and down the street. As soon as she was out of sight, Ryan collapsed onto the counter with an exhausted groan.


“You… are… evil.” he panted.


Cam let the tip of Ryan's cock drop from his mouth; It hung in the air, twitching and drooling pre. The sudden lack of stimulation allowed Ryan's tensed up body to finally relax.


“You say that like it's a bad thing,” Cam retorted, “and yet…”


Cam carefully glided the tip of his claw along the sensitive underside of Ryan's shaft, causing all his muscles to tighten once more. 


“...you seem to be enjoying it.” he finished.


Cam climbed out from under the counter and stood up, stretching himself out, his own hardon visible through the tight fabric of his wetsuit. Ryan couldn't help but stare, something that Cam picked up on right away. He gave Ryan a smirk before pulling the crotch of his wetsuit to the side, exposing his own erection to the open air. The fox's sharp sense of smell immediately picked up on the pheromones in Cam's sheath sweat, clouding his mind in an even stronger fog of arousal. Cam recognized the look on Ryan's face and knew he was getting close to breaking. He stuck a finger into his sheath and began tugging and rubbing at it, letting as much of his scent out into the air as he could. Ryan was starting to get overwhelmed; he knew if he let the horny take over, he wouldn't be able to think clearly enough to stop himself from bending Cam over and fucking him right there in public.


“W-we should find somewhere more private.” he suggested, “I don't wanna get-”


Cam cut Ryan off by pressing a pad to the tip of the fox's sensitive nose, leaving a drop of his musky sheath sweat. He watched as Ryan took a deep sniff, the hormone infused scent having an immediate and powerful impact on the already horny fox. All the fur on Ryan's body stood up and his pupils dilated like a cat that was about to pounce.


“We can finish this back at home if you'd prefer.” Cam said smugly, turning to walk away.


“No…” Ryan growled, grabbing Cam by the back of his wetsuit, “here's fine.”


Now, Cam was very fond of Ryan getting rough with him – which is why he would often get him all worked up like this – but even he wasn't prepared for just how depraved a state he had gotten Ryan into this time. Ryan nearly lifted the small coon off his feet as he pulled him over to the counter and bent him over it. Cam let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan as he was pinned against the counter’s hard surface by the forceful weight of his foxy lover. There was no use fighting back, but he wasn't planning to anyway.


Cam's senses were filled with the signs of his mate’s desire. He could still taste the lingering flavor of Ryan's lustful juices on his tongue. He could smell Ryan's panting breaths and hear the low, guttural growl that softly underpinned each one. He could feel the heat radiating off Ryan's soft red fur as their bodies pressed against one another. But above all else, he felt a sense of safety in his partner's embrace, wholly trusting that, even in this state of mind, Ryan would never do anything to hurt him.


That didn’t mean Ryan would be going easy on him though; he knew how Cam liked it. Ryan gently traced a paw pad around Cam’s waist, his sharp claw leaving several small cuts in the fabric of the raccoon's wetsuit as it dragged along. After a few times around, his paw moved lower. He took a moment to appreciate Cam’s butt, gently fondling it in his paw for a moment before gripping its tight covering and pulling. The bottom half of Cam’s wetsuit came free with the sharp sound of tearing fabric and a surprised yelp from the suddenly half naked coon. He discarded the piece of cloth on the floor, the role that any clothing below the waist would be playing in this story was over.


Cam felt the weight lift off his back. Ryan was no longer pinning him down, but that didn't mean he was done. He decided to stay put like the good little bottom that he was and was rewarded for it deeply. He felt both of Ryan's handpaws grip his butt and a warm breath on his exposed hole. He knew what was about to happen, but he also knew from experience that no mental preparation would be sufficient for it.


Cam murred loudly as Ryan's hot fox tongue pressed firmly against his sensitive flesh and began to slowly rub against the sphincter blocking its way. He couldn't help but relax it, letting the slick muscle slide inside him uninhibited. His tail fluffed with pleasure and his back arched against the countertop as that long, beautiful tongue squirmed its way further inside, diligently exploring every crevice and coating every surface with a thick layer of saliva. There was no room for doubt in Cam’s mind: canine tongue was seriously underrated. He probably could have finished from just the wonderful tongueing he was getting, but that wasn't what Ryan had in mind.


Once Cam’s tight hole was sufficiently lubed up, Ryan pulled his tongue back into his mouth, the taste of his sweet little coon’s insides only adding to his horny desire. Cam whined, feeling suddenly very empty inside, a feeling that would not last for long. Ryan leaned forward, placing his sweaty paws on Cam’s shoulders. His dick came to rest in the soft fur of the coon's back, still leaking with the juices of his arousal. A sort of excited tingle ran through Cam's entire body at the feeling of the warm liquid seeping through his fur, causing a bit of his own warm liquid to dribble free from his dangling shaft. Ryan grinded against Cam's back for a moment, leaving a large spot of fur matted with precum at the base of the raccoon's raised tail, but he was looking for something far more intimate than just rubbing himself against his submissive little coon. The fox’s cock slid down between Cam's cheeks, the burning hot glans pressing gently against his dripping wet sphincter. With the stage set, it was time for the main event.


Ryan squeezed Cam's shoulders as the pointed tip of his canine shaft slowly pushed into the coon’s waiting hole. Cam couldn't help but moan as the thick cock stretched him more and more the deeper it plunged into him. His legs opened wide and his hips wiggled involuntarily, giving the warm fox meat all the room he could spare; this wasn't the first time he’d had Ryan get under his tail, but he seemed even bigger than usual. Even so, Cam got past the thickest part of Ryan's cock with only some minor strain and made it all the way to his now fully inflated knot. He knew that wasn't going to fit; maybe one day he would be able to take Ryan fully, but he'd never been able to stretch himself quite that much before.


Ryan gave Cam a moment to adjust before beginning to slowly hump, the girth of his member pressing against Cam's prostate with each thrust. Ryan's pace soon quickened, his balls slapping audibly against Cam's despite both sacks being covered in fur. Cam's tail fluffed and flicked against Ryan's chest and his whole body shuddered with delight, but while Cam was moaning and whimpering and squeaking with pleasure, Ryan was huffing and whining with pent up need. Every time he bottomed out, his instinct to bury his knot grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't hold himself back anymore.


His grip on Cam's shoulders tightened to the point his claws began digging into the soft flesh. His humps became quick and forceful; each of his thrusts stretched Cam’s anus part way around his knot, but never enough to slip in before the tight muscle would clench down and force it back out. He let out a deep growl of primal frustration, a sound that never failed to make the little coon’s heart flutter; despite the strain, Cam was still very much enjoying Ryan's roughness.


“I don't think… it's gonna-” Cam tried to speak through his moans, but was cut off by his own surprised whine as Ryan’s teeth suddenly sank into his scruff.


He hadn't expected that, and for one distracted second his sphincter let its guard down. But one second was all it took. A sharp pain shot through Cam as his anus was stretched to its maximum to accommodate Ryan's knot. He felt lightheaded, his vision was overcome with dancing lights, and for the first few seconds he questioned if his heart was even still beating. He had to fight to stay conscious, but once the shock subsided, he was left with the strangest feeling he had ever experienced.


It was as though he could feel every single nerve in his body at once as all awareness of the outside world dulled out of existence. Every sensation felt magnified to a level he could have never imagined. He could feel the entire length of Ryan's hot shaft inside of him, every fur on his back as Ryan's body brushed against his, even the pain in his scruff and overstretched hole was somehow being turned into pleasure. This, Cam thought, must be what bliss feels like.


Despite being tied, Ryan continued humping, every tiny movement causing waves of pleasure to crash over Cam as his prostate was tugged and pressed like a lump of dough being kneaded by an expert baker. He was right on the edge of painting the underside of the counter he was being pounded against with the contents of his throbbing balls. He couldn't hold back, even if he'd had the presence of mind to try. He whimpered as his toes curled so hard his footpaws nearly cramped. His legs shook violently, his balls tightened, and several thick ropes of raccoon cum splattered messily onto the underside of the counter as his little body was rocked by the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. His mind was empty, the only things that existed to him in that moment were his own pleasure and the beautiful, loving fox that never failed to provide it.


Meanwhile, Ryan’s knot was being squeezed and milked by the rhythmic pulsing of Cam’s pelvic muscles until he was brought to his own toe-curlingly, leg-tremblingly, ball-throbbingly powerful release. His cock pulsed in time with his involuntary humps as two weeks worth of hot, pent up canine seed forced its way out. There was so much, Cam could actually feel it sloshing around inside him as it continued to flow out of his poor fox’s desperately overfilled balls. Ryan’s tense body relaxed a bit more with each fat glob he pumped out until, when his balls were finally empty, he carefully flopped onto Cam’s back, each heavy breath ending in a sigh of deep satisfaction.


With his balls emptied and his guts filled with a massive load of thick, warm fox cum, Cam was overcome with his own deep sense of contentment. Nothing else in the world felt quite as good as getting topped rough by his sexy fox. He gently nuzzled his face against Ryan’s; he wasn’t in any particular hurry to get up, and something told him Ryan wasn’t either. He felt around under the counter for a moment, finding and pressing the button that would remotely lock the doors. With the automatic lights having already shut themselves off some minutes ago, all the closing duties were now completed and the two lovers were free to cuddle in their afterglow for as long as they liked.


And that’s exactly what they did.