Disclaimer: These stories are purely works of fiction. Nothing is meant to represent actual events that happened or will happen. No part of this is ever supposed to be replicated in real life. As adults, we're responsible for distinguishing between fantasy and reality. Any actions replicated by any person in real life should be reported to the proper authorities. Thank you.

Bad Bad Employees

By DeviantAmp

Staying Late

Zeek wiped his eyes as he went through the till a second time. The stocky badger was precise, never leaving much room for error when he counted the money. It was important for him get things right, and now more than ever did he need to double check every cash drawer. It was already close to 11pm after an already particularly busy day, and the only help he had was his worst employee.

Despite being scheduled with five employees to close with him, one by one they called in for some stupid reason. Two of them called in sick, another called to say their car broke down, and the last one didn’t even call at all. Even his boss wouldn’t show up, not even bothering to answer the panicking badger’s phone calls or text messages. It was just him alone to finish all of the work for the store. HIm, and Ashton.

Ashton was the youngest worker in the store and absolutely the worst one that he had. The fifteen year old fox was only good for taking pizza pies from the window to the customers, often getting distracted all along the way. The boy couldn’t be any more socially aloof, often dragging people into conversations about trains or something equally as boring. Zeek would rather he be miles away from the customers, but he also didn’t trust the boy in the back.

Zeek’s first interaction with the fox was watching him pick up a metal tray that just came out of the oven then promptly being rushed to urgent care. He had the awareness of a sponge, often putting himself in dangerous situations unintentionally. He couldn’t toss dough without potentially sending it through a window and Zeek would never let the boy within fifteen feet of a sharp knife. He was absolutely the worst, but he showed up, so Zeek technically liked him better than the rest.

He looked up at the cameras to see where the boy was at. Zeek had managed to do almost all the work in the store. Despite his stocky build, the badger moved through the store pretty quickly. One second he would be on dishes, the next he’d be saucing and topping pizzas, and another he’d be prepping vegetables. Regardless of how fast he was though, there was still an insurmountable amount of work to running a store and he needed Ashton to help him out while he counted money.

Zeek blinked several times as he looked up at the cameras, going through each frame to find the boy. He could see that there were some dishes left by the sink, something that made him roll his eyes hard. All Ashton had to do was finish the dishes and sweep the front of the store. He turned his attention to the camera at the front and squinted. Ashton was nowhere to be found. He had to rub his eyes, wondering if the long day was playing tricks with his head, but he was sure of it. Ashton was missing.

The badger jumped to his feet, hackles raised and his fangs bare. Despite Zeek only being about 5”3’ tall, he was the most threatening beast in the store. He wasn’t sure if his boss made him manager because of his attention to detail and hard work, or the sheer fear that he could instill into any employee that got on his bad side. He was fuming, about ready to storm out of the office and eat the fox alive.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly sitting himself back down into his chair. He was only twenty two and he already replicated his overly aggressive dad and grandpa, caricatures of his species: Short aggressive angry little men flipping tables because he told the waitress he wanted tomatoes on the side. He did not want to become them and instead try different approaches to his aggression. 

He knew Ashton wasn’t gone, but he was probably outside or in the backroom texting. He just needed the boy to get back to work. Explaining to him that he could have as much time to talk about trains with his online buddies after they finish everything sounded much better than yelling at a little kid. And if that didn’t work, then he could put on his mean face and scare the braces wearing chucklefuck into wiping down a few dishes.

Zeek slid out of the office like a snake. His footsteps couldn’t be heard as he walked from the office to the back of the store. He wanted to catch the fox by surprise when he caught him on his phone, using the boy’s shock to completely disarm him. The doors to the kitchen swung open like a breeze passed through them. He was ready to walk towards the backdoor to see if he was outside when he caught the sound of rustling in the backroom.

He padded his way into the hall, taking a few steps in as he tried to decipher the noises. It sounded like he was busy scrubbing something in the back. Part of him had a fear that he went back to grab something and ended up spilling it all over the place. He sounded like he was working hard for once, cause he could actually hear the boy panting as he worked. He stepped into the backroom, poking his head around the corner to see what he was up to.

His face turned instantly red as he saw the boy leaning up against the stacked unfolded pizza boxes for support. His work shirt was pulled up all the way and held inside of his muzzle, exposing his white abs and brown pubic fur. He had his one paw holding his unzipped pants from hitting the floor, while his other hand was stroking his canine cock in plain view. Even though he was holding his pants up, the rest of it was hanging down, exposing the white fur of his thigh and ass to the air. 

Zeek was mortified at seeing the teenager stroking himself so freely in the back of the store like that. He couldn’t move neither his body nor his eyes while Ashton beat himself off. He could hear the fox mumbling something, grinding his teeth back and forth on his shirt. Drool dripped from his braces and fangs onto his own shirt. His eyes eyes were closed and his ears were back, keeping him from seeing the badger so clearly in front of him.

Zeek had seen enough and wanted to back out of the hallway. His mind pondered on what it would be like to have the conversation about why he can’t just jerk off in the middle of the store and had immediate collateral cringe. A groan escaped his muzzle just loud enough to alert the fox. His ears reacted first, springing upwards while his eyes slowly opened and turned towards the sound. Though their eyes met, Ashton couldn’t stop his hand from stroking his dick several more times before realizing the situation he was in.

“Oh God! I’m Shorry! I was shcratchy. Itchy myshelf. I had an itch and I was shcratching myself.” The boy blubbered, spitting everywhere as he tried to explain himself.

In his clumsiness, Ashton dropped his pants altogether revealing the loose baby blue boxers he wore underneath. He had a tight grip around his dick as if he might lose it if he let go. He tried to bend down to pick up his pants again, but stumbled forward instead. The flustered fox scrambled to piece himself together, continuing his story about an itch as he pulled his pants up while on the floor. The badger couldn’t have predicted how awkward things were going to be, but he was not expecting it to end up with a teenager on the floor.

“Pleashe don’t fire me. I’ll do all the dishes and the floorsh for you every night. I’ll come in early everyday. I’ll-what’s that?”

As Ashton was grovelling underneath the badger, he happened to notice something he might not have been quite aware of. Zeek had a hand over his eyes, trying to hide his embarrassment from the boy as he thought of what he was gonna have to do to him. He didn’t know if he’d just fire him right there or tell his boss about the incident. He grit his teeth and was about to start yelling at him until he felt a paw right on his dick.

“Ashton, what the fuck!?”

The badger yelled at the fox as he jumped back while the boy pulled backwards. 

“You’re rock hard. How long were you watching me?”

Zeek looked down at his pants. Dread filled his entire soul as he could see his boner trying to escape his pants. Making matters worse, he’d unbuckled his pants while he counted the money, something he’d always done at the end of the day. His zipper was done enough to give the fox a view of his yellow briefs. He also had a clear view of the badger’s head perfectly outlined in his shorts.

“I wasn’t watching you! It just happened! Why the fuck are you jerking off in my restaurant?”

Zeek looked towards the end of the hall, noticing the camera had a clear view of both of them while they were standing in the middle of it. Zeek turned back to the fox, who was now sitting on his ass. His dick was standing straight up as he stared at the badger’s dick. The young fox’s eyes were crossed looking at his erection, his own just as hard. The badger had to act quickly, darting into the back area and grabbing Ashton by his nape to drag him off camera.

“Ow ow ow, I’m shensitive there,” He started to bat at the badger’s claws as he was pulled back to the boxes he was jerking off around. “It...it...it’d just been sho long. I’ve never gone this long before and I needed to.”

“We’ve been at work for, like, 9 hours, dude. And you couldn’t just do it in the bathroom?”

“I wanted to go NOW and I thought I’d hear you coming since you’re sho…”

The fox went silent. He could feel the badger’s hot breath breathing down on the back of his neck as he realized that he crossed a line. The badger was short and stocky, usually associated with being fat and boisterous. It was something that Zeek hated about himself and envied about the fox. The boy was slim, naturally sleek and tall. He was legs for days and he could stare at his abs for hours. Zeek might have been eyeing Ashton for a hot minute.

“Get up. C’mon.”

Zeek helped him up, getting him off of the floor and standing on his feet. The fox’s pants stayed around his ankles, still completely unzipped and unbuttoned. His dick was slowly getting soft, both from the lack of attention and from wondering what trouble he was in. He was about to pull his own pants up, but Zeek reached out and grabbed his softening dick. He was able to get a few strokes in, the boy moaning extremely loudly before pushing his arm away.

“Zeek! You can’t do that. I’m only fifteen and this ish gay!”

“Oh shut up, Ashton. You touched mine, so I get to touch yours.”

Ashton wrapped both of his arms behind himself, grabbing hold of the boxes and steadying himself as he bucked into his hand. His big red fox dick was slick, both naturally and from the boy’s own spit. Zeek’s other paw pulled down the front of his own shorts, letting them fall down his own legs. Ashton’s eyes were fixated on the badger’s dick, waiting eagerly in anticipation to see more than just the bulge in his underwear.

“W-wait!” Ashton said as he reached his own hand out and grabbed hold of Zeeks bulge.

“I’ll jerk you and you jerk me.”

Zeek looked up at the boy somewhat perplexed, but he nodded his head up and down. He moved his hand away so Ashton could touch him freely. The fox accepted the invitation, grabbing Zeek the front of his yellow briefs and aggressively yanked them down. Zeek was about to complain about how fast the fox was moving, but he couldn’t find the words when he grabbed him by the shaft. He could only let out a whine as Ashton immediately caught up to Zeek’s pace.

“You’re sho thick. Not quite ash long ash mine, but definitely thick.”

“Ashton, I swear to god.”

Despite Zeek’s annoyance, he did enjoy the attention he was getting. His black belly fur travelled all the way down his groin and shaft. Unlike the pubescent boy, Zeek trimmed his fur so that he was smooth all the way down. His dick was humanoid and uncut, standing at attention with a slight upward curve. The black fur on his shaft was soft to the touch and traveled all the way down his foreskin while his head was pink and pulsating. A drop of pre formed right at the tip, but was wiped away and smeared over his glands by Ashton’s thumb.

The two of them drew closer to each other as they stroked themselves. The fox was over six feet tall and had to crouch slightly to reach the badger’s dick. Soon they were pressed up against each other side by side, leaning against each other. Their pace was perfectly timed with one another’s as well as their panting and moaning. Zeek leaned his head to the side, brushing it up against Ashton’s shoulder and nuzzling him. The company was appreciated.

“One shec.”

Ashton said as he let go of the badger’s dick. Zeek slowed down stroking the fox, opening his eyes to see what the fox was doing. He brought his paw up to his muzzle and began to spit into his palm. His face twisted in disgust as he watched the boy spit into his hand several times before bringing it back down. Zeek was about to complain, finding the whole thing disgusting up until the fox gripped his shaft and started stroking him again. The warm slick saliva slid up and down his shaft and the fox’s death grip felt like he was fucking a tight hole. His knees felt weak and he was actively humping into his strokes.

“Uh, do you want me to-”

“Yesh Pleashe.”

Zeek let go of Ashton’s dick, feeling slightly weird that he was about to do this. He’d typically just used lube, lotion, or nothing at all when he stroked himself. He’d seen others do it before on camera, but it always looked more gross than it looked hot. He brought his hand close to his maw, opening it up just enough as he tried to work up the spit in his mouth. He had drool already from all the panting he had done so he was surprised how much he made when he spit into his own palm.

It poured out of his lips comically like a fountain, filling his palm up immediately and dripping down the side of his hand. He instantly matted down his own fur with his sticky slimy spit and he couldn’t help but feel repulsed at himself for doing it. He looked questionably into his hand but shrugged off his own disgust. After all, he couldn’t argue with the results that he was getting. He reached down and grabbed the fox’s dick, getting an immediate moan from him.

He pumped the dick in his hand slowly, feeling the spit smear into his own fur and the fox’s cock. It felt like it was going to slip right out of his hand, but he tightened his grip to help. Ashton was instantly responding, bucking into Zeek’s hand quickly and moaning loudly. They quickly got back into rhythm, moving in perfect unison with each other’s strokes. Ashton’s long canine muzzle was open wide, showing off his shiney braces while his tongue draped down the side of his cheek. Zeek had his muzzle closed, breathing loudly through his nose and only opening the sides of his mouth as a whimper escaped.

“One more thing. Can I shee your shtomach?”

Zeek smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. The boy was getting weirder every second and he could help but laugh at the weird request. He rolled his eyes and gave an awkward smile to Ashton. The boy was looking down at him, waiting patiently for the badger to show him the goods. Zeek chuckled and decided to give the boy one last thing. He pulled up his shirt all the way, showing off his belly and chest to the horny kid.

Zeek was hefty. His abs were covered by a small bulge of fat on his black fur. He had been working on a dad bod unintentionally since high school that he couldn’t shake off. No matter how much time he’d spent at the gym or jogging in the park, he’d keep the soft padding. Ashton didn’t seem to mind though, staring at it like he was trying to burn a hole through it. He did the same, lifting up his shirt like he did before the badger stumbled upon him.

“I alwaysh knew it would be sho hot. It looksh like a shoft pillow. I wanna put my fashe in it and rub up and down and give it kishesh.”

Zeek instantly turned red from the comments. He had spent a lot of time idolizing Ashton’s body that he didn’t realize that the boy had been doing the same. He might have noticed that the fox was flagging him all the time, but he just figured the boy was clueless and aloof. The whole thing made him want the fox to live up to his words, but he was still getting used to being comfortable with himself. He shook off the attention and started to stroke the boy faster.

“You know, we actually don’t have to talk through all of this?”

Ashton seemed unphased by the comment, still staring directly at the badger’s stomach. His only acknowledgement was to put the shirt back between his teeth to hold it up while his hand held onto the boxes behind him. He quickly started to pick up the pace, matching Zeek’s speed until they were both going as fast as they could. It was starting to get tiring for the both of them, but each of them were getting close. Their hearts were racing and their breathing was heavy. Both of them were pressing tightly against each other, their fur blending into one another as they humped into each other’s hands.

“I’m sho closhe. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Both of them finished at the exact same time. Zeek gripped down on the fox’s knot, milking the bulb for all it’s worth while Ashton squeezed the base of the badger’s thick shaft. They both pumped each other slowly while they watched their cum cover the floor. The badger’s shot much further than the fox, making it several feet across the floor in a thin wet line. Ashton’s was thicker, not shooting out as much as dribbling out of his tip straight to the floor.

They both leaned up against the boxes as their orgasms subsided. Ashton didn’t realize that he had dug his claws deep into the plastic and cardboard and he bit an actually tear into his shirt. Zeek’s cock continued to shoot ropes of cum onto the floor, but each shot substantially lost power and distance. The teenager had a puddle underneath him of thick hot white cum. Both of them eventually finished and were left with nothing but each other.

They enjoyed the moment, taking time to explore each other as they let go of one another. Ashton reached his hand up, placing it right on top of Zeek’s stomach. He began to rub circles, mixing the cum into his fur as he felt him up. He watched the boy’s eye close his eyes and shiver as he ran his claws through his fur and felt his thick tummy. He murmured to himself, feeling like he could finally do what he wanted now that they were at this stage. All he wanted to do was worship the badger’s belly.

Zeek enjoyed the boy’s body as well, but he was more interested in his spunk. The fox was thicker than he was and he was curious how it would taste. He brought his hand up to his muzzle and gave it a quick sniff. It didn’t smell bad, but it definitely smelled distinct to the fox. He brought his tongue out and began to lap at it. He closed his eyes and explored the taste, licking his entire paw clean to get the fox’s salty flavor in his mouth. He was startled when he heard Ashton pull back and yelp.

“Ew, you’re actually eating it? That’s grossh.”

“Christ, do you have to make everything weird? Let me do my thing!”

The two of them finished cleaning themselves up and started to get back into their clothes. Ashton was starting at the badger, looking like he wanted to ask him to do more but also feeling spent. Both of them were pretty tired and it didn’t help that their afterglow was putting them to sleep. Ashton couldn’t help but test his luck, asking if he could go home now. After a verbal exchange, the fox was right back on dishes while Zeek finished counting the money. As the last item was finished and the lights were turned out, both of them met at the back door.

“So, this is kinda awkward, but do you want a ride home? You don’t live too far do you?” Zeek ashed sheepishly.

“I’d love a ride! It’sh not toooo far away. Jusht on the other shide of town. Thish’ll be great! I’ve been wanting to talk to shomebody all day about my new trainshet!”

The fox quickly skipped over to Zeek’s car, while he locked the back door. All the while he pondered which aspect he regretted more: The fact that he jerked off his employee or if the twenty minute conversation he set himself up for.

Disclaimer: These stories are purely works of fiction. Nothing is meant to represent actual events that happened or will happen. No part of this is ever supposed to be replicated in real life. As adults, we're responsible for distinguishing between fantasy and reality. Any actions replicated by any person in real life should be reported to the proper authorities. Thank you.