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The life of a courier is never an easy one, with constant driving and heavy lifting, as well as the occasional mistake such as dropping a fragile package by accident, or causing some form of traffic jam when there is no safe place to park your over sized truck. The stress of the job was no deterrent to Clyde, a strong, muscular, and quite capable Whitetail Deer, who had been carrying the burdens of convenience for nearly five years, and honestly enjoyed it. The job did have it's benefits after all, and not all of them involved retirement funds or paid time off. Sometimes he would be compensated nicely by the grateful individuals he delivered items to, sure, more often he would be ignored or scoffed at, but occasionally, someone would have a bit too much enthusiasm, and invite him in for coffee, assembly help, or even at one point, a girl's night that needed an impromptu stripper, that was a fun, profitable, and exhausting night. These thoughts and more were dancing merrily through the Deer's mind, as his large truck came to a halt outside a very familiar, moderately sized home in the comfy suburbs of the city he usually delivered to, but when he saw that address on a package itinerary, as usual, he asked to take the route. Clyde smirked at himself as he looked in the drop down mirror of the sun visor, and tossed a breathmint into his mouth, as he clicked his tongue. "Time to rock n' roll." The studly buck said to himself as he slapped the visor closed, and climbed into the back, retrieving a small parcel, and heading down out of his truck up to the front door of the house, and knocking lightly on the door in a rhythmic tap.

This house was something of a habitual purchaser of various online crap, none of it useful, but all of it needing delivery, some days it was a full size mattress with box spring, other days like today it was just a small dawdle or nick knack that was undiscernable, but to Clyde, it was an excuse. The Buck was no stranger to getting quite personal with dudes and dudettes alike, he was fine with either, mated or single, old or young, if someone took a look, he'd notice, and take one right back, as he had so many times with the person he was praying would come answer the door. With this address, other than the variety of package sizes, came a gamble, sometimes it would be the person who ordered the packages, Mrs. Victoria, a middle school librarian Grey Poodle with a cold, heartless demeanor and a worse complaining streak, who was as pleasurable to see as would be a hornet's nest to a nudist with a bee allergy. But other times, it was... The door opened, revealing a young, slightly overweight poodle, with a smile wide across her plump face, her tail wagged in excitement as she matched Clyde's gaze and immediately threw her arms up around the Buck's shoulders and squeaked in excitement. "Finally! How have you beeeeen!?" She said in a singsong, ecstatic voice. Jenny, the daughter of Victoria was at least thirty years younger than her mother, probably mid twenties, and so beautiful, the chubby silver furred poodle's curves were something of a weakness to Clyde, always preferring a plump fur over muscular ones like himself, even over the skinnier ones he still would take to pound-town if they asked him kindly. "Oh you know, making cash and tappin' ass as always baby doll...Moms around?" Clyde asked, as Jenny gripped his brown cargo shorts by the waistband and pulled him inside the living room of her home, smirking with a soft blush "You already know she aint, it's Tuesday, hair day."

Relieved, knowing they were alone, and with his erection growing harder by the second, Clyde placed the parcel on the small table near the door, as he kicked the door closed behind him with his hoof, chuckling "Yeah, like a hairdo will make /that/ beautiful...but hey, speaking of beautiful..." He spoke, then embraced the rotund Poodle in his arms, pushing his lips to hers roughly, their teeth clicking as he did, their saliva mixing. This was nowhere near the first time Clyde and Jenny had enjoyed each-other's company, they fucked virtually every time that a package was due to her address and the cantankerous old crone was not around to ruin it. Jenny, panting into the deepening kiss, gripped onto the loving buck with both hands, this was different, she had to tell him, but should she tell him now, or after...after. "Mhh, don't let me forget...I ha- have to tell you something." Jenny said, her fingers slipping down from the waistband of Clyde's shorts to his belt, undoing it and pulling his fly down. "Whoa, you're way eager today girl, get it." Clyde said, invitingly, as he placed his hands behind his back. Jenny slid down to her knees, and seductively slipped her shirt off as she kneeled, her blush deepening as her chest was revealed, being she was in comfortable housewear, her soft belly and breasts hung exposed as she did, leaning in and teasingly winking up at Clyde, her hands slipping into the opened fly, and gripping ahold of the Buck's hardened, thick eight inch shaft. "That's my good bitch..." Clyde said through tightly biting teeth, groaning in excitement as her hands wrapped around it's girth.

The time between deliveries must of taken it's toll, given the Poodle and Buck would usually be on a bed, or sofa, or at least the kitchen table during their fun, but they didn't even make it four feet away from the front door as the wagging, panting, and heated Poodle had pushed one hand down her pajama pants and between the puffy folds of her slit, her pointer finger already working her clit as she warmly accepted the Buck's lightly sweaty shaft into her hungry mouth, the musky courier's cock was just the right mix of salty and savory, and she was falling harder, Christ, she had to tell him, but first, pleasure. "God damn, Jen, god daaaamn..." Clyde muttered out between pleasured groans, his body falling back against the wall near the door, his antlers firmly thumping against an old photograph of Mrs. Victoria, nearly cracking it, as his pulsating shaft was so eagerly engulfed by Jenny, who wagged her tail harder, curled her toes and pushed a finger deeply into her dripping wet sex, her scents filling Clyde's nose, and adding to his arousal, as droplets of pre were already coaxed from his cock, and down the girl's swallowing throat. "Don't fuckin' stop." Jenny had no plans of even considering it, pushing her head down harder, feeling the pulsing leaking cock tip of the Whitetail push against the back of her working throat, gagging her just right to tighten around his length, her free hand that was not currently sliding fingers in and out of her dripping cunt pushed up against the Deer Stud's full, warmly rising testicles, fondling them in sync with her slurping, suckling mouth, drawing even more pleasured groans from Clyde that was like music to her ears. Clyde himself was also just as entertained by the adoring and incredibly sexy suckling noises the poodle was uttering, sure, she was far from the only one who had shown him such appreciation, but she definitely stuck out as his favorite one, with such an incredibly talented mouth, amongst other intensely appealing features and skills, and all that thickness, how could he not find her worthy of such attention?.

"Glk~ alright you, let's get comfy..." Jenny uttered, pulling her fingers from her sopped folds, standing up with wobbly, excited legs, and kicking the now completely soaked pajama pants off to the side, and gripped ahold of Clyde's erection, seemingly guiding him by the saliva coated shaft as she walked backwards. "You're the boss." He coyly replied, smirking and taking both hands upward and firmly grasping her breasts as they maneuvered through the living room, to the sofa. Jenny collapsed backwards onto the sofa with a thud, smiling upward at Clyde, the weight of her fall simply making the curvy Poodle all the more needed by the pulsing erection that the Buck desperately needed to provide her once again, as she gently parted her legs, her tail finally slowing, and lifting up behind her as she moved her lower half upward, preparing for Clyde, thinking once again of what she had to tell him. Clyde leaned down, placing one hoof on the sofa, and the other on the floor behind him as he placed the pre leaking, saliva dampened tip of his length to the warm, dripping Canine's cunt, biting his lip as he pushed his hips forward, firmly rutting himself into the now whining Poodle, the pair sharing a passionate moan as he entered her depths. "Oh that's the spot, f- fuck, yes." He groaned out as his hands slid from the Poodle's breasts upward to her shoulders, clinging onto her like a speeding motorbike as his thrusts instinctively began to increase in pace. "Cly- Clyyyde, oh my god you're going so much harder than usual!" Jenny weakly yelped, as her legs wrapped around the thrusting hips of the talented Buck, not a single other man could make her melt and feel such intense lustful need like Clyde could, if she wasn't being fucked like a porn star, she would tell him right now. Clyde's own mind was too blank to hear anything right now other than his own pleasure anyway, he was sweating and panting with an open mouth, his tongue dangled over his teeth as his hips slapped firmly against the accepting female's beneath him, his hands digging into her shoulders with each thrust, his company badge clacked against his shirt with every ruthless thrust into her, his shaft being caressed by every damp, tightening wall of her cunt, her body seizing up as she let out a high pitched bark, fluid spraying from her loins all over his lower half and thrusting, unwavering shaft. "Fuck yeah, babe, s- squirt for me." Clyde teasingly spoke out, pushing himself into Jenny's accepting slit in harder, more primal movements, her body going limper as her orgasm was being ridden out by even harder, passionate thrusts, her tail and lower half relaxing, making it even softer, and easier, for Clyde's bombardment of primal fucking. "Getting...Close...Babe..." He announced, as his twitching, violently thrusting member was sending hot flashing pulses up her depths, as she rolled her eyes back and thanked the universe for her one disability that always came in handy in these times.

She was infertile, nobody wanted a girl like that, no kids, no future, except for Clyde, he liked that about her, her weight and infertility were distractions and obstacles for pretty much every other man she had ever even attempted to be with, but for Clyde they were attractions, that's why she needed to tell him, but for now, she needed to make him cum, in just the way not one other woman could, not safely at least. "Gonna f-fill me up Buck?" She teasingly asked, weakly gripping and shaking her own breasts, adding to the Buck's visual and physical enjoyment as she knew the jiggling tits would. "Fuck yes...Oh I'm gonna blow my load up to your big belly." Clyde said, sliding a hand down from her shoulder to her plump, jiggling belly, as he collided his toned abs with her tummy, laying his body down atop her, and thrusted with more strength and less speed, pre was streaming into her, his body quaked, grinding his teeth together in impending orgasmic bliss and let out a deep, masculine bleat, as he threw his head back. Jenny let her own mouth open in a deep, screaming, pleasured moan, as the Buck's quivering shaft pushed her into a second orgasm, the pair of them sharing it, as the Whitetail's shaft began erupting in gushes of his seed, filling her infertile womb with riskless, hot cum, as the spraying folds of the eager Poodle made him thrust and empty his quivering balls with even more force than usual. The pair panted, squirmed, and trembled in a tight, spasming, intense orgasm for nearly a full minute, before the weakened Buck collapsed entirely atop the thankfully squishy, and relaxed body of Jenny, who caressed his sweaty back with both of her hands, affectionately. "You r- really needed that, huh?" She teased, through breathless panting as her fingers massaged him. "Bout as much as you did, mmh." Clyde replied, as his body tingled in afterglow. Jenny batted the thought around in her mind, was it time? Absolutely, no sense in continuing like it wasn't, as she smiled and softly began. "I need to tell you something..."

Clyde wasn't getting any younger, he had lived wild and free for nearly all of his thirty-one years of life, and while he still felt young, he had honestly felt one crippling emotion that all the partying, fucking, drinking, and working on Earth would never mask, loneliness. That feeling for at least the temporary times he was with Jenny was filled, she was more than a fuck when her house was empty, she was more than just a customer or even just a friend, she absolutely was the first person that Clyde could wholeheartedly say he liked, maybe even had a bit of a crush on, he was no stranger to fucking a housewife or getting sucked off by a raccoon boy or a fox, but this Poodle, she kept him coming back, that couldn't be coincidence, and as she spoke, his emotions and thoughts were all confirmed. "I love you, Clyde..." She said, panting, closing her eyes, a blush unlike any he had seen before filling her face. "I figured." The Buck, replied, cocky and sure, leaning his head back and smiling as he matched her gaze. "Guess it's a good thing that's pretty fucking mutual or that would of been pretty awkward huh?" Jenny let out a chuckle, the fact Clyde's cock was still firmly buried inside of her, albeit going flaccid, simply adding to the tenderness of the situation. "Well, I'd s- say we could get dinner or something but, no fucking on the first date..." She teased, Clyde laughed and tapped her exposed breasts in his hands like drums, comically as he replied. "Well technically we fucked before the first date, does that count?"

The pair kissed, deeply, and passionately, unlike a kiss they had previously ever shared, as they separated from their coital lock, and weakly wobbled back to the front door, drippings of their rough, lustful encounter being left along the floor as they did. "Sorry bout the mess..." Clyde said, motioning his hand to the trail of cum from both parties as he pulled his shorts and boxers on with the other. "Ahh, I got a rug doctor, don't worry about it...babe." Jenny replied, with a smile, her phone was in her hand as she tapped the contacts list. "Guess I can ask for this now..." Clyde smirked and retrieved his own personal cell, pulling up his own contacts and shrugging. "A chick asking a dude for his number, how progressive." He joked, as the pair traded numbers, and saved one another as contacts, Jenny's reading 'Bucky <3' and Clyde's reading "Softy <3", Nicknames they had used a few times before this lustful, passionate catch up. "Well, The rest of this crap aint gonna deliver itself..." Clyde said, as he leaned in and kissed his now new mate with genuine care. Jenny watched in sadness and excitement as the front door closed, knowing that unlike every other time, it wouldn't take long to see one another, it was official now, she told him, she finally told him.

As Clyde sat in the driver seat of the Truck, and sprayed himself down with a relatively large amount of body spray, he chuckled, and sighed. The parties were done, the random encounters with so many random furs were over, the free life was finished, and he was now legitimately a spoken for Buck, and he was absolutely fine with it, an unexpected commitment for sure, but one that he welcomed, that pretty plump poodle was his now, and he loved it, he wasn't about ready to give that up.