Carnal Company: The New Boss
Where Business & Pleasure Mix
By Mantrid Brizon
Concept by catsithx & Mantrid Brizon
Bolting up in bed, Peroz rubs his tired eyes. Known as “Perry” to his miniscule family and a handful of associates, the hybrid man of twenty-seven-years shakes the sleep from his furry body as he rolls over and out of bed. How many times did he press snooze? Three? Five? It doesn’t matter; he’s going to be late, regardless. Making his way into the bathroom, he brushes his teeth whilst also showering, biting on the stalk of the brush with his caninesque maw as he shampoos his spikey, slate-gray hair. The fluffiness gives him a natural pompadour hairstyle, which continues as a sleek mane that runs from the back of his head, along his spine and over the length of his long, raptor-like tail.
Aside from his obvious mixture of wolf and lizard, which is readily apparent by his features, he’s also covered in a soft coat of white fur, stripped with splotchy lines of light and dark gray. His athletic arms and sturdy legs are matched by considerable hands and big, paw-like, digitigrade feet, but are off-set by the rather slender build of the rest of his body. To see him shirtless, one might think to call him “meek.” The vertical scar over one of his eyes and the perpetual smarmy smirk he wears creates a facade of toughness and badassery that he doesn’t truly possess, though he wants people to think he does. He hasn’t even had a girlfriend or sex in nearly five years!
About the only thing he can be proud of, aside from not sinking into an abyss of debt like most of the people he knows, is the impressive size of his manhood. Even with his large hands and feet, they look small when he lifts his organ to wash the furry balls betwixt his legs, which are equally large and impressive. It’s a crying shame that it hasn’t been used in so long! Perhaps he should star in a porn? Jumping out of the shower, he trails water as his tail drags along the tile floor. Dark yellow eyes, like polished topaz, gaze into the mirror as he rinses and spits. He rushes into his bedroom, throws on his usual attire, scoops his best friend into a shirt pocket and bolts out of the door.
“This is the big day, Slinky.” He says to his pet garter snake, who pokes his little head out of the pocket. “Today, we’ll know if I still have a job.”
After adjusting his tie and ensuring that every button is fastened, Perry climbs into his nearly two-decade old and battered Ford Fiesta and drives to the small advertising agency where he works. They’ve all been on edge for some time, as a privately owned cosmetics company has recently bought them out. At first, no one was worried. Mergers happen all the time! But with recent events, everyone is fearful that whoever this new owner is will put the axe to their jobs. For people like Perry, who are only three figures away from living hand-to-mouth, that is more than unsettling: it’s downright nerve-racking!
He parks in the employee section of the small, concrete block parking garage attached to the office building and races into the side door. Security waves him through without so much as a glance, as they’ve always done the past four years he’s been employed there. His mind races as he darts through the hall. How could this even happen to him? What did he do to deserve this? All that time he’s been vying for promotions but now he isn’t even sure if he’ll have a job tomorrow.
“Hey, Perry, I-... How many times have I told you not to bring that stupid snake into the office?!” His supervisor, Jim, growls.
“Don’t call Slinky stupid. You’ll hurt his feelings.”
“Ssss...” The snake lowers into Perry’s pocket.
“See?”
“Whatever. Just keep that thing out of sight... Mr. Boykin wouldn’t like pets in here. You’re lucky I’m such a damn sweetheart! ... Anyway, where was I? ... Oh, yes! I need to see you in the conference room. Fetch the rest of your department for me, will you?”
“Sure.”
Perry does as he’s told and gathers the others from their small office of four interconnecting cubicles. It’s a little group, consisting of only three more data entry personnel, Phillip the young black bunny, David, the middle-aged dog from Texas, and Hannah, a rather buxom young vixen. They gather in the conference room with all thirty-something of the advertising company’s employees. Jim, often called “Jimbo” by the staff, is a loudmouthed and bloviating fellow with a considerable gut. He’s always your friend until you turn your back, and he changes his opinions so fluidly that most are certain he doesn’t truly have any; he may have talked smack about himself when he wasn’t looking.
“Okay, people... I know you’re all worried about the new acquisition. The honest answer I have for you is... We don’t really know what’s going to happen to your jobs...”
The cacophony of voices causes Perry’s pointed canine ears to droop, matching his spirit. Slinky pokes his head out of his shirt pocket, his little tongue flicking.
“Okay-okay! Settle down, everyone! I’ll leave this to Mr. Boykin, our owner. Or should I say our former owner?”
“I guess it’s just ‘Byron,’ now!” The older, dark-skinned human chuckles, taking center stage.
“Does this mean I don’t have to talk behind your back anymore?! Because that gets old! Haha!” Jimbo bellows in his obnoxious laugh, his gut jiggling.
Mr. Boykin smiles but rolls his eyes. He walks before his employees and takes a long and dramatic breath before exhaling in a slow and melancholy fashion. He begins walking the line of employees, all of whom he’d personally interviewed and hired, moving to the left and to the right like a General sizing up his army.
“Alright... Well... As you know, I’ve run this advertising company for decades, after I started it in my parents’ basement. I worked hard to make it what it is today, but one cannot work forever, which is why I agreed to sell it in the first place. I fought hard for your jobs and-... What’s that?” Mr. Boykin stops, furling his brow as he stands in front of Perry.
“Nothing!” Perry pushes Slinky’s head into his pocket with his index finger.
“Oh... Well, anyway, I fought hard for your jobs and made my case. I pretty much got down on bended knee for you people! Apparently, this company wants to turn this firm into their private advertising branch as they expand their brand. Now, I don’t have any guarantees, but the owner agreed to examine your performance and value to the company on a case-by-case basis. There’s a good chance that many of you can continue to work here; you’ll just be pushing lipstick, instead! So, when Jimbo says we don’t know what’ll happen to you... We really don’t know.”
“Who bought us out, anyway? It’s all been hush-hush.” A young and rather busty woman from the billing department asks.
“I’m technically not at liberty to say. Part of my legal agreement.” Mr. Boykin replies.
“It’s a cosmetics company.” Jimbo begins. “Started by some former supermodel who struck off on her own. Is that a good enough hint?”
“No! All the models do that!” The woman barks.
“The smart ones.” Mr. Boykin smirks.
“So, basically none of them?” Jimbo turns to him.
“Hahaha!” Both men cackle; Jimbo’s gut quivers as he laughs.
“Jerks...” The woman mutters under her breath.
“When will be our last day?” Hannah asks, looking to Mr. Boykin with big, sad eyes.
“Today.” Mr. Boykin casually replies, wiping away a tear of amusement.
“What?!” She gasps.
“To-day... Yep! Today will be our last full workday, folks! Or, at least for me... Tomorrow, the new owner comes in to get down to business. I just want to say that it’s been a pleasure knowing you and working with you all these years. You should all be very proud of yourselves and the work you do... ... Okay, that’s all. Back to whatever it was you were doing.” He shoos them out of the room.
With that, the meeting ends, and Perry finds himself in his department with his three associates.
“Can you believe that prick?!” Hannah growls. “Freakin’ Byron... Tellin’ us to be proud of our work when he’s the one who sold us out and left us floating up a creek without a freakin’ paddle! What a piece of work... God... I can’t believe I sucked his-!”
“Shut up, Hannah! We all knew he was a piece of garbage. The second you make that first million, all the compassion evaporates from your cold, dark heart... It’s a widely believed fact!” Phillip chirps.
“What are you doing, Perry?” The older David turns to him.
“Lookin’ for a new job, if he was smart.” Hanna remarks.
“Is that what y’all are doin’?!” David, asks.
“Not me...” Phillip smirks, scrolling a free porn site on his work computer.
“You really shouldn’t do that...” Perry sternly warns.
“Pfft! What’re they gonna do? Fire me?! HAH!!!” Phillip chuckles, leaning far back in his chair.
“You know you might get to keep your job.” Hannah reminds him.
“Huh?” He looks back, confused.
“The new owner ain’t fired no one yet.” David adds.
“Oh... ... Damn! How do I delete the cache?!” Phillip bolts up.
Perry shakes his head and continues his work. The others follow his lead, as they often do. Despite being nearly fifty, David looks up to him as much as Phillip and Hannah, the latter of whom has half-jokingly remarked that she’d sleep with him and have his babies, if only she wasn’t already married. Those rules don’t seem to apply to Mr. Boykin, however, as proven by her routine visits to his office.
“What’s your plan, now?” Phillip asks him.
“Maybe go out with a lady friend?” Hannah asks, her tail wagging as she leans close to Perry.
“Are you offering?” Perry leans closer.
With a seemingly baffled look, Hannah straightens before leaning back, away from him. She doesn’t say anything. Phillip and David both look to each other and hold in laughter
“I guess the plan is to take Slinky home, grab a bite and maybe get a drink. I could use one.” Perry replies.
“Livin’ it up, huh?” David grins. “Oh, to be a young bachelor again! You kids don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone!”
“Yeah, that’s true... Hey, Hannah, you wanna come?” Perry smirks, eying her in full view of the others.
“Uhm, n-no... I’ve got to get back home to my husband.” She replies, grabbing her purse as she looks back at him with a rather inviting smile.
“Not going to have another meeting with Mr. Boykin?” David snickers.
“Sllrrp-sllrrp-sllrrp!” Phillip teases her.
“Ugh!” She tilts her head back and growls at the ceiling. “I needed the job, alright! He kept holding it over me, and-! Forget it...”
The group are briefly taken aback by shock. Was Hannah being extorted with threats of firing if she didn’t perform for Mr. Boykin?!
“At least I never let him in there... Thank God for that.” She adds, looking ashamedly at the floor.
“Huh... Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” Phillip remarks.
“F*** you!!!”
Once again, all three men are shocked. It takes a lot to make Hannah swear! She storms out of the small suite of offices, into the main hall and toward the parking garage.
“I didn’t mean to-!”
SLAM! The door shivers as she yanks it shut, storming down the hall to return to the parking garage. Phillip lets out a little sigh and slumps back in his seat.
“I kinda feel bad for pointing out her skankiness, now.” Phillip suddenly remarks. “I didn’t even mean to piss her off that time!”
“Guilty conscience?” Perry raises a brow.
“Hell, no! I wish she was giving me some! I mean, we already know she’s flexible in her relationship; if I knew what to say maybe I could finally get some for a change... Man... The things I’d do to that sexy piece of a-”
“Y’all need to shut up! You wouldn’t know a good woman if she was sittin’ on y’all’s lap.”
“I think any woman on your lap is a good woman.” Perry remarks.
“Here-here!” Phillip chirps.
“Pfft. Hannah ain’t nothin’.” David dismissively waves his hand.
“What about Sheila from billing?” Phillip asks.
“Is she the one with the big boobs?” Perry turns to him.
“Ooh-yeah.” Phillip smiles and nods. “OH! Or Yvette from payroll, or Sarah, the front desk girl.”
“Yeah, they’re all pretty damn hot.” Perry agrees.
“They ain’t nothin’, neither! Now this is a woman!” He turns to a poster stuck to the wall of his cubicle.
The busty mare with golden hair stands in a bikini, legs spread and arms behind her head as if she was about to be arrested. She looks to the photographer with a most sultry gaze, tempting all but the strongest of men with her feminine curves and impressive bosom.
“Ah, the good ol’ days. She nearly won Miss America in 2002! I bet she weren’t no more than, oh... Nineteen or twenty. Look at them boobs!”
“In 2002 I think I was, hmm... Seven or eight years old.” Perry replies.
“Grandpa.” Phillip teases him.
“What’s that make me?!” David glances back.
“Oh, man... You better order that tombstone, buddy!” Phillip cackles.
After sharing a laugh, the trio make their way to the parking garage and part ways. Perry places Slinky into his habitat and opens his refrigerator. It’s nearly empty. With a heavy sigh, he shuts the door and leans against the counter, loosening his tie. With his head on a swivel, he scans the lonely condo, which hasn’t had a visitor of any kind in at least a year. His eyes land on his car keys and stare. His unblinking gaze lasts more than a minute as he ponders the excruciating solitude of the rest of his night. Surely, there’s something else he could be doing right now!?
“... ... ... Screw it.”
With a satisfying clink, he scoops up his keys, grabs a jacket and heads out for a drink. He stops at Damien’s, a cocktail lounge he frequents; it’s a quasi-nightclub with a jazz bar atmosphere. Before entering, he fluffs his hair, removes his tie and unbuttons the top button of his shirt. The bouncer recognizes him, as he’s been a regular for years. He steps inside the dim, somewhat smokey lounge and heads for the bar. Steve and Lexus are tending bar, the orange tabby with red hair wiping down glasses while his white bunny girlfriend pours a drink for a familiar silhouette.
Perry stops. He cannot help but smile as he sees the slouched woman from behind, his eyes gazing upon the splendor that is her voluptuous body. She’s a newcomer to the lounge. The mare’s red and orange-streaked tail sways behind her plump buttocks and full thighs. She lifts a hand and brushes her hair away from her broad yet decidedly feminine shoulders, her ruby and citrine locks reaching to the small of her back. She wraps her hair around her hand and takes what looks like a chopstick from her mouth before slipping in into the bun to pin it in place.
After a little fluffing, she picks up her drink and takes a dainty sip. Perry takes a moment to build up his courage, his raptor-like tail swaying slowly behind him as he stands near the door. It isn’t until Steve looks to him that he finally makes a move. Walking confidently up to the woman, he claims the empty seat beside her, the red padded barstool hardly squeaking under his modest weight.
“Hey, Gracie!” He chirps.
“Hello again, Perry.” She flashes a little smirk as she turns her peridot eyes in his direction.
“It’s always a pleasure to see you. What’re you drinking?”
“Gin and tonic.”
“Want to make that a double?”
“Oh, boy...” She sighs as she looks away.
“Come on, Gracie. I had a hard day at work and I just want to be nice to you. No games! Promise!”
She turns her head and looks him over, eying him up and down for a moment.
“Cross my heart!” He chirps, drawing an X over his chest with a claw.
“Alright, Perry.”
“Awesome! Yo, Steve?!”
“Sup?”
“Another gin and tonic for Gracie and I’ll have an aqua velva.”
“Heh... You and those girly-ass drinks.”
“You wouldn’t make jokes if you’d try one.” Perry retorts.
“Hell no. I like my testosterone at 100%, thank you.” Steve smirks.
“I think it’s classy.” Grace remarks.
“Thank you!” Perry flashes a smug grin and pops his shirt collar like a boss.
Steve mixes the drinks himself, setting another glass of clear liquid for Grace and the blue-tinted drink for Peroz. The duo sit and talk about nothing in particular, as they often do. Truth be told, he’s just happy to have the company. Slinky is a nice pet, but he’s not much for conversations.
“So, wanna go out sometime?!” He suddenly asks.
The air becomes still, and Perry feels a familiar knot forming in his chest and another in the pit of his stomach. He quietly gulps. Attempting to appear more relaxed, he leans back and against the bar as he turns to her, one foot on the rail and the other dangling.
“Perry...” Grace suddenly turns to him, her tight dress showing off her incredible cleavage. “Why do you keep asking me out? You know I’m almost forty.”
“Women like yourself age like fine wine.” He casually and coolly retorts.
“Heh... Been saving that one for a while, huh?” She flashes a little smile.
“Not that long.” He smiles back.
Grace eyes him up and down very slowly, very methodically. For the first time since he’d met her nearly a month ago, he notices something in her gaze. Her eyes land on his crotch and her brow briefly raises only to slowly settle, one corner of her mouth curling ever so slightly. Perry furls his brow in confusion and sits up, only for Grace to look him in the eyes and the pair stare at each other in long, awkward silence. Perry can feel the tension as she silently tests his resolve, leaning against the bar so casually as a hand rests atop the cherry wood countertop, her fingers softly tapping in impatient rhythm.
“Listen, Grace...”
“Uh-oh. You dropped the ‘i.’ Am I in trouble?” She teases.
“No, I’m just being serious here.”
“That’s a first!”
“Well, just for a minute.” He winks. “Anyway, Grace... I think you’re a good person. We’ve talked a bunch, but I don’t really know you. I want to. Hell, the only thing you really told me was what brought you in here that first day!” He begins, resting his hand over hers.
“When I told you to get lost?”
“No, after that.” He chuckles.
“Oh... Yeah...” Her brow softens as she bows her head.
“I know you only just got out of a relationship, but I’m not him. Just let me buy you dinner or something. No strings attached. It might even be fun!” He continues, softly petting the back of her hand.
Rather than push him away or instantly reject him like the six times before, Grace instead scans him one more time. Her eyes slow as she makes her way between his belly and his knees, only to shoot back up to his eyes.
“Well... ... Okay. Why not.” She replies.
“Alright!” Perry chirps, perking up.
“It’s not like I have anything better to do.” She suddenly adds.
His ears droop, but only for a moment. After finishing their drinks, he asks her when she wants to go out, hoping to get her number. What happens, to his shock and delight, is that she wants to go out right then and there, immediately after asking for his number. Perry is further surprised when the older woman offers to drive him to a place she knows, a rather fancy and expensive restaurant in the heart of downtown. His heart sinks, as he knows he can hardly afford their meals, but one glance at her gorgeous body erases any sanity he has left. It’s been so long for him! How many years was it again? Four? Five?! If he has even the slimmest chance of spending a night in her bed, it’s worth every penny in his bank account!
“I’ll drive.” Grace suddenly offers, slapping a crisp $100 bill onto the counter to pay for their drinks.
Steve isn’t the least bit shocked, though Perry hides it well. He recalls how he’d never actually seen Grace enter or exit, nor pay for her own drinks. She was always there when he came in and remained behind when he left. Being a bit of a lightweight, he was never there for very long, but still!
“Here you go.” Steve hands over her change.
“Nah. Keep it.” She smiles.
“Damn! Alright! See you next time, eh?” He smiles, pocketing the money.
“Sure. Ready to go?” She asks, rising from her seat.
“Yeah, I’m re-!”
Perry stops mid-sentence, his breath solidifying in his throat. There’s something else about Grace; he’d never seen her standing up. Though Perry is a solid five-foot-eleven, Grace dwarfs him, standing at least six-foot-seven! Perry stands with his chin almost between the mare’s large and milky breasts, his eyes as wide as saucers as he gazes up at her. Her lips curl into a rather sinister grin, her red lipstick darkening them in the dim light and gleaming like polished metal. She pulls a Mercedes-Benz key fob from her little purse, which looks quite expensive, and flips the key open like a greaser with a switchblade.
She leans in and runs the key along his cheek, down to his chin and then along his neck. He feels his muscles trembling at her increasing forwardness. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this wasn’t it at all! It’s at this very moment when Perry realizes that he just might be in over his head, and the facade of cocky masculinity melts away.
“What’s wrong, stud?” She teases him.
“N-nothing!”
“Mmm... Good. Let’s go.”
Taking him by the hand, she leads him outside, past his beat-up old Fiesta and toward an older model Mercedes. The pearlescent white car has a few years but it’s still pristine. It roars to life as they approach it. Shaking off the nerves, Perry races toward the driver’s side and opens the door for her.
“I didn’t realize you were such a gentleman.” She coos, stepping up to him.
“Well, I have my moments!”
“That’ll make this even more fun.” She remarks, a devilish gleam in her eyes.
“What’s that m-?”
He’s stopped once again, but this time by Grace’s ample breasts pressing against his chest. She walks up to him so casually, grabbing his shoulder and side as she leans in and plants a kiss on him. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he feels her lips over his, her tongue gently caressing the tip of his as it invades his mouth. She’s moving so fast!
“Mmm-you have the sweetest kiss.” She coos as their lips finally part, a bridge of saliva between them.
“Ooohhh...”
Perry is absolutely hypnotized by the woman; whose warmth radiates over and throughout his entire body as she holds him close. He can feel a familiar swelling as his manhood begins to awaken, slipping from his sheath. Growing nervous, he nearly trips himself as he tries to sidestep out from between her breasts and the car door. Her chest bounces in hypnotic beauty as he breaks free. He stares involuntarily for the longest. The swelling continues. Grace’s eyes look down at his groin and her smile widens. She breaks the tense moment by climbing into her car.
“Well? You gonna get in, or am I going to have to find another date?” She giggles.
Perry cannot answer in words, instead moving around her car and jumping into the passenger’s seat. He all but skips as he moves around the front end, only to realize it later, after jumping in head-first as if his very life depended on it.
“Look at you, all giddy like a schoolboy.” She laughs.
“M-maybe I’m just hungry?”
“Oh, yeah? How hungry? Could you eat a horse?” She leans closer.
“Uh-uhm... I-I, uhm... Mmmff!” He struggles to come up with a retort.
“That hungry, huh?” Her eyes narrow as she smiles a little wider. “Maybe we should skip the restaurant and-”
“Huh?! What?!” He interrupts her as he begins snapping himself out of it, worried that he’s blowing his only chance.
“... And skip to desert.” She looks surprised as she finally finishes her sentence.
“Oh!” He breathes a little sigh of relief.
Grace looks him over one more time, but her expression changes. He can’t quite put a finger on it, though a part of him worries she’s been turned off by his ever-growing shyness. He can’t help it! She’s his first real date since he was twenty-four, and the last two girls he went out with didn’t exactly put out. He isn’t even sure how all this works; when was the last time anyone went on a date that wasn’t facilitated by a website or a hookup app?! This should be easy, as he already knows her! Sort of...
“Relax, Perry. You look so nervous!” She remarks, a few minutes into their drive.
“I-I’m not nervous! J-just, uhm...”
“Excited?”
“Yeah...”
“I’ve noticed.” She winks.
Perry furls his brow for a moment, then glances down. His eyes bulge and his cheeks flush as he sees his own erection running along the inside of his left pantleg! The imprint is so obvious that he might as well be naked. Is that what she was looking at all this time?!
“Alright!” She chirps, parking the car. “Ready for that desert?”
Perry looks to and fro only to find that they’re in the driveway of a fabulously expensive house in the wealthiest part of town! He looks to Grace to answer her only for her to plant a kiss so deep he worries she might taste his lunch. Her hand reaches down to grab his leg, only for her fingers to curl over his throbbing manhood. Rather than pull away, she slides her hand directly over his masculine organ and gives it a squeeze, then pets it! His cheeks flush so much that the skin burns. Can she see it through his fur?!
“Ooh, Perry... This might be the biggest ‘desert’ I’ve ever had.” She speaks through lusty huffs.
Grace wastes no time, taking the young man into her home. He marvels at the extravagance of her house, feeling less and less worthy of her with each step. By the time she reveals her bedroom and the king-sized bed covered in genuine Egyptian silk sheets, he is certain that this is some sort of prank. Where are the cameras?! Is there a crew waiting in the closet for him?! Grace answers that question in seconds, opening it up and turning on a light before turning toward him so that he can see her front. He cannot help himself and briefly glances past her. Her closet is bigger than his bedroom!
“G-Grace?” He looks to her. “Are y-”
“Hmm?”
He stops yet again, staring in awe. With her dress on a hangar just inside of the closet, Grace stands there, naked. Her legs are spread, and her hands are behind her head as if she was about to be arrested. He can see every part of her, and for a woman her age, she is still nothing short of perfect. Even Hannah, the buxom young vixen, barely in her mid-twenties, would struggle to look that good! She gives him a little spin, her hoof clopping atop her hardwood floor as she shows him her butt. Her moves seem choreographed, as if she had training. Grace turns again and sashays toward him with a walk befitting a carpeted runway.
She rests a knee atop her bed, grabs onto his shoulders and leans against the younger man, pressing her breasts against his chest and chin. Grabbing his mane and tilting his head back, she plants a kiss on him that seemingly covers half his face. He flushes and feels himself crumbling as she smears her ruby lipstick all over his face, trembling under the might of her supple, pouting lips. He’s unable to resist as the female dominates him, pushing him down atop her bed as if she had no patience for waiting. She throws herself upon him, nearly knocking the wind out of him as she forces her tongue into his mouth.
Her passionate kisses continue as her hands begin their work, stripping him of his clothes. For as impatient as she appears to be, she doesn’t damage his clothes; she undoes every button rather than ripping his shirt open. Still, it doesn’t take long before she’s pulled him up and all but ripped his shirt from his body, throwing it to the side with none of the consideration she showed her own dress.
“Aww!” She coos, caressing his sleek chest. “You’re so slim and your fur is so soft and fluffy! You’re like my own little doll.”
His face burns as he flushes, trying desperately to think of something clever or suave to say.
“Hehe! Are you blushing?!” She giggles.
“H-huh?!”
“Oh my god. That’s so adorable! Come here, you!!!”
“Ahh-mmhhmmff!”
Her lips swiftly cover his, and with his mouth open mid-scream, she once against fills the space with her tongue. She holds herself up with one hand while the other rather skillfully unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants. Pulling away from him, he can see the lustful gleam in her eye as she stares at the bulge of his manhood. She pulls his pants off with a firm yank, nearly pulling him off the bed along with them. He reaches up and claws at her sheets, struggling to keep from falling and pulls himself up as his butt hangs over the edge.
“H-hey!” He exclaims, scrambling up the bed. “You don’t need to be so-! ... Grace?”
He looks up to find her staring, her eyes wide upon seeing what he has to offer her. She covers her muzzle with both hands. A coo escapes her pretty, red lips as she lowers her hands. She’s already seen an imprint. Is the real thing that surprising? Her light-green eyes turn toward him as she nibbles on her bottom lip like a shy schoolgirl, placing her hands on her broad hips.
“Wow... Perry?”
“Yeah?” He slowly crawls further back atop the bed as he readies himself for another assault. “What is it?”
“Uh... Was your daddy a horse?” She asks, slowly stroking his shaft.
“I don’t know. I was adopted.”
“Oh...”
Her mouth closes and her lips slowly curl. At first, it’s a whimsical look, like a child enjoying a daydream, only to become increasingly sinister and more worldly. Before he can properly prepare himself, she lunges, taking what’s rightfully hers. She’s like a beast; the onslaught of kisses and the wandering of unfamiliar hands sends a shiver up his spine. She touches him as if she had exclusive rights to his body, feeling and even tasting him! He trembles. Though he tries to slow her down and tries to control the situation, he finds himself besieged.
Grace isn’t just older but also far more experienced and her skillful ministrations keep him at the peak of his arousal. Her hands and mouth are no stranger to men or their parts, and she proves it again and again, almost schooling him in the arts of pleasure. She carefully positions him atop her bed, only to devolve into a primal beast as soon as she begins, taking him into her most sacred space. Perry holds on as she stows his manhood inside of her loins, only to be jostled about as she begins truly enjoying him; she moves like a bucking bronco as she basks in all the pleasure he can give her.
For the next hour or so he finds himself completely at her mercy, moving when he’s told, touching whatever she asks him to touch and overall following her orders without question. Despite his lack of experience and the exceedingly long dry spell he’d endured, Grace proves the extent of her knowledge by ensuring he not only lasts as long as her but even surpasses her! As he learns from a woman whose talents are downright professional, he’s certain: her skill and technique are unsurpassed.
Their passion continues to swell, and when all is finally said and done, they find themselves fused, locked in place by a feature of his hybrid endowment. She’s pleasantly surprised by how much she enjoys this feature, as much as he’s surprised by the loudness of her shrieking. As her pleasured wails subside, her muscles giving out, Perry finds himself lying beside the woman whom he’d only intended to take out to dinner and flirt with. How things got to this point is beyond him, but as the towering mare curls her arms and legs around him, clinging to him like a child snuggling their teddy, he’s grateful for every blissful second.
Before he knows it, she’s fallen asleep, snoring softly as she cuddles with him. Her radiant warmth makes it easy for him to relax, as much as the cool, empty feeling of having released; the tension and the frustration has all but melted away. He holds her forearms as she grips him, not used to being the little spoon, and closes his eyes. This was the best night of his entire life.
“Mmm... What a wonderful dream...” He sleepily murmurs to himself.
Opening his eyes sometime later, he finds himself alone in bed, the sunlight beaming in through the tall, plate glass windows that line one side of the room. The blinds are cracked open; they weren’t before. He shoots up and scans the room. It wasn’t a dream; Grace took him home and they had hot, passionate sex for more than an hour before he passed out, but where did she go?! His ears twitch as he hears a shower turning on. The perpetual splashing of the water against the shower stall is muffled as Grace steps inside. A moment later, he can hear her sweet and soothing voice.
“I made it through the wilderness. Somehow, I made it through-ooo. Didn’t know how lost I was, until I found you. I was beat. Incomplete. I’d been had. I was sad and blue, but you made me feel. Yeah, you made me feel! Shiny and neeeew! Like a virgin. Touched for the very first time. Like a virgin. When your heart beats, next to mine!”
He listens to her beautiful singing, trying to place where he’d heard that song before. As he continues to listen, he feels his cheeks flushing. Is she singing about him?! Looking around the room for his clothes, he wonders where she’d thrown them only to find his shirt lying across and hanging off her nightstand. Picking it up, he slips an arm through a sleeve only to see the time on the clock. His heart drops and his eyes widen.
“Oh, no! I’m gonna be late for work! ... Did I feed Slinky?!?!”
The image of his angry garter snake hissing at him was an even more unsettling image than making a bad impression on the new owner, who’s expected to visit that very day. How will he keep his job if they can’t trust him to clock in on time?! Hastily collecting the rest of his clothes, he makes his way into the bathroom only to stop and stare at the mess on his body. Grace’s fur is an off-white and a vaguely tannish-pinkish color; it speckles his entire body. Her bodily fluids have soaked him to the skin, and though he’s mostly dry, her scent radiates off him so thoroughly that even a human would smell it from across the room. And then there’s the remnant of his semen, which has left quite a mess and has encrusted his fur.
Rushing toward the double-sink with a pink marble countertop, he turns on the golden faucet and begins washing himself with liquid soap and his palms.
“Last night was amazing, Perry! I’m sorry for all those times I rejected you. Had I known you were like that, I’d have said ‘yes’ the first day! Why didn’t you let me get a peek at that monster, sooner?!” She chirps so giddily; she almost sounds like a different person.
“I guess I didn’t know that was what it took. I didn’t even realize...” He sheepishly replies.
“HUUH!” She lets out a strange half-chuckle, half-gasp. “Yeah, well that was just what I needed! You can bet your cute ass I’m calling you up again! I might see you tonight! Or tomorrow... I have some business, today.”
“Yeah, so do I.” He murmurs, scrubbing his balls.
Perry’s cheeks flush as Grace rambles for a solid minute about the size, shape and firmness of his endowment, while he’s cleaning it. He’s hesitant to interrupt her as she meanders and rinses her hair.
“Hey, you wanna jump in? I promise I won’t bite... Unless you want me to.” She coos.
“I’m already late.”
“Really? What time is it?”
“Almost noon.” He replies, drying his manhood with her towel.
“WHAT?! Oh, no!” She pokes her head out.
The mare all but leaps out of the shower stall and wastes no time grabbing him by the crotch as she leans in and steals a kiss. She’s so forceful! He tries to remember just what made him think he was the dominant one of the two, beyond him having a penis; the more he’s alone with her the more she proves that he really hasn’t earned all that confidence he was oozing back at the cocktail lounge.
“I almost want to play with you some more, but we’ve got to rush. What’s your schedule like?” She asks, hastily drying her fur with a big, fluffy towel.
“Today? Well, I’m already late for work. After that, though...” He says as he pulls on his underwear and pants, noticing a small tear in both from how hard she yanked them off. “I punch out at four.”
“Alright. I’ll call you at five. We really have to get going, but we can get a quick breakfast on the way back to your car.” She says, grabbing him by the hand as he buttons up his shirt. “I’m buying.”
“Yeah, sure. That’d be nice.” He remarks, trying to finish buttoning his shirt with one hand as she pulls him along.
They make their way to her car with Grace still buttoning her own shirt as she presses the button on her key fob. The car awakens, beeping as the doors unlock and the engine starts with a soft hum. Perry glances over to her, surprised to see her wearing a business casual outfit. Her unbuttoned navy-blue blazer covers her white blouse, which is of the finest quality. The top three buttons are undone, as her clothes can barely contain her massive mammaries. Her ample breasts are lifted by a sturdy bra, and pop from the shirt with an inappropriate amount of cleavage. Her skirt is rather short, showing off her dark stockings, which have a lovely, silky sheen and reveal her legs through their hazy screen.
“Come on!” She urges, yanking open her car door. “Get your cute little butt in the car!”
Grace is true to her word and they stop for a cheap, fast-food breakfast on their way back to the cocktail lounge. He cannot help but feel guilty when she pays the girl in the window her platinum card.
“I really should be the one paying.”
“Nonsense. This’ll be faster than splitting a bill, and besides, after last night I think I owe you.” She giggles and winks.
“Owe me? So, what’s that make me?!”
“My Perrywinkle!”
“Oh.”
“Every businesswoman on-the-go should have a concubine.” She laughs.
“...”
Returning to Damien’s, she finally sees the only car in the parking lot and glances at Perry as he slumps in the seat of her Mercedes.
“It’s okay.” She coos, rather playfully petting his head. “I don’t care if you’re a little down on your luck.”
“You... You don’t?” He looks to her.
“Hell no! With that big ol’ thing of yours and all that stamina, I’m happy to be your mamacita!” She winks.
“Not sure how I feel about that.” He flushes as he chuckles, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.
“Really freakin’ grateful...” She sternly replies.
“N-no! What I meant was-!”
“Sorry, Perry, but I really have to get going. Business, and all! I’ll see you tonight! You can camp out in my mansion, m’kay?!”
“Sure.”
She grabs his head and pulls him into a rather forceful kiss before shooing him out of her car and speeding off. Perry brushes the dust off his clothes, climbs into his car and races to work. He punches in whilst hastily tying his tie. He’s forty minutes late, a number that feels rather ironic. As he enters the offices, however, no one seems to notice his tardiness or that he wasn’t even there! On his way to his department, he hears a strange noise. Is that some sort of music?
“Let’s get this party started, get the feelings right. Take a picture, I just wanna have sex tonight! LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! GET THE FEELINGS RIGHT! TAKE A PICTURE, I JUST WANNA HAVE SEX TONIGHT!!!” A man’s angelic voice first sings and then screams. “WE-R-RRDRR-NNN-YYRR-MMMSS-KUUUUH!!!”
Poking his head inside, Perry finds Phillip thrashing about as if he was in a mosh-pit, his long, blonde hair and bunny ears flailing about.
“What the hell am I listening to?” David asks, one eyebrow raised.
“Oh, come on, man! That’s some good music!” Phillip retorts.
“Yeah... Sure...” Hanna remarks, turning down the volume on his bluetooth speaker.
“Pfft. You guys...” Phillip shakes his head.
“Hey, where’ve you been?!” Hannah asks, finally noticing Perry.
“Woah... Man, you look like crap!” Phillip remarks.
“You sleep okay?!” David asks.
“Oh, yeah! I just... Was up late... Yeah...”
“Well, put Slinky in the bowl and I’ll get us some coffee.”
“...”
“Where’s Slinky?” Hannah asks.
“...”
“Damn, boy! Are you feelin’ alright?!” Phillip looks aghast, reaching out to put his hand on Perry’s forehead.
“I’m just a little tired... And kinda sore.”
As David and Phillip prod him about his night, he turns toward his desk and adjusts himself when they can’t see. Hannah turns around and bends over, giving him a good view of her shapely butt. It awakens his manhood faster than ever before. Is it acting like that because he got laid?! He tries to focus his thoughts on anything that’ll make it stop but the swelling continues, the long, girthy flesh extending down the length of a pantleg.
“Well, you’re just in time to look awful for the new owner. They told us when we punched in that they’d be here by two, so we’d better-”
Hannah stops speaking mid-sentence.
“Hannah? You okay?” David asks.
“... Huh?! What?!” Hanna stammers.
“You were saying-” Perry begins.
He turns to her and stops, himself unable to finish speaking when he sees what’s going on. Leaning against her desk, Hannah stares directly at his half-flaccid manhood, which leaves a rather obvious imprint along his left pantleg! Her wide eyes and the way she nibbles on a corner of her bottom lip is very telling; her thumb rubs the wedding ring on her finger. With her back to them, David and Phillip are blissfully ignorant. They cannot see Perry’s predicament. He turns his back to her, breaking the spell on Hannah, who snaps out of it and finishes her sentence as if nothing had happened.
By the time they’re ready to meet the new owners, Perry’s manhood has finally retreated into his sheath. The group makes their way into the hall, but Hannah abruptly stops Perry, who was lagging behind.
“Hey, uhm...” She pauses, making sure David and Phillip are a distance away. “You, uh... You want to get a beer sometime? You know... After work?” She asks him, trying her hardest not to glance at his crotch.
Perry is stunned. Was Grace right? Was a glimpse of his member really all it takes for some women to become interested?! Feeling a bit of ego returning, he flashes a little smile.
“Sure...” He begins, leaning against the doorframe like a Chad. “We can spend some time together, I guess.”
“Oh! That’d be big!” She closes her eyes and quickly shakes her head. “I-I mean, ‘nice!’ That’d be nice! ... We, uhm... ... We should go to that meeting...”
“Ladies first.” Perry winks.
They enter the building’s main lobby, where they’ll await the arrival of the company’s new owner.
“Alright, everyone! I’ve already cashed the checks so I’m good!” Mr. Boykin speaks loudly for all his former employees.
“Jerk...” Hannah grumbles under her breath.
“But for the rest of you, I recommend you be on your best behavior! Make a good impression! ... Especially you, Perry...” Mr. Boykin shakes his head at the slovenly looking young man. “In fact, you might want to take a minute in the bathroom. The new owner will be here any minute.”
“If we complete the eval in fifteen, we’ll be on schedule for another meeting with the R&D people. Will a quick look around satisfy you?” She asks, looking behind her.
A long, cylindrical shadow slithers into the room, snaking between their bodyguards and assistant. Perry, like the rest of his associates, turns to see who their new master is. The soft thumping of heavy footfalls on the industrial carpeting grows louder as the towering beast of a man comes closer. Perry imagines a tall, heavyset and brutish thug in a suit, like Marlon Brando as that Godfather if he were seven feet tall and muscular. The shadow inches closer. The person never answers their assistant. Mere seconds later, the new owner enters, and Perry’s eyes widen.
“We’ll see... So, this is it, huh?” Grace asks, stepping inside and glancing around the lobby, her hands on her hips.
“Yes, ma’am.” Her assistant bows her head. “I asked Mr. Boykin to assemble the staff, to save time in your schedule.”
“Efficient as always, Ms. Reynolds.”
“Thank you, ma’am!” Her assistant chirps.
Grace sashays further into the lobby in the same navy-blue blazer and matching skirt that she’d put on in front of Perry less than two hours earlier. Perry cannot believe his eyes. This is his new boss?! As she turns her head and runs her fingers through her ruby and amber dyed hair, she finally notices him.
“Hmm?! Perry?!?!” She flashes a toothy grin.
“Perry?” His supervisor, Jimbo, raises an eyebrow, his mouth agape with shock.
“H-hi Gracie.” Perry waves.
“Gracie?!” Mr. Boykin and Hannah both choke out.
Thump, thump, thump! The floor reverberates as she dashes up to him, breezing past the former owner of the advertising firm she’d just acquired. She doesn’t even glance at his outstretched hand, moving around it as if it were a pilon in her path.
“It’s nice to see you!” She chirps, her hands on her hips as she looks down at the shy young man whom she’d spent the night with.
“Yeah, likewise!” He smiles, looking into her eyes.
“Looks like I’m gonna be your boss-lady! Hehe!”
“Uhh... You two know each other?!?!” Mr. Boykin gasps.
“We’ve crossed paths...” Grace smiles, reaching out and straightening Perry’s tie, to everyone’s astonishment. “You left quite an impression that last time.” She coos, caressing his tie in a suggestive manner.
Apart from the stone-faced security team and Grace’s assistant, Ms. Reynolds, the entire room are flabbergasted. They have no idea what’s going on and share in their collective confusion.
“You, too.” Perry says, resting a hand over Grace’s.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be so thorough.” She adds.
“Well, uhm... I didn’t want to disappoint you.” He shyly replies.
“Oh, you didn’t...”
Grace’s smile softens; it isn’t as wide as before but it’s somehow warmer and more inviting. Her thumb caresses the blade of his hand as she looks down at it. She had so much fun with him last night. She hadn’t expected him to be as good as he was. It’s not just that he was great in bed, although that certainly helped, but as a person, Perry is the kind of sweet and malleable man she so enjoys. She’s taken to him with a swiftness that she hasn’t experienced since her youth. She nibbles on her bottom lip and clears her throat. More and more, she looks like a smitten schoolgirl to the rest of her new employees, who gawk in stunned silence.
“So, Perry, what do you do here?”
“He’s a-”
“I wasn’t asking you...” She immediately and confidently shuts down Perry’s supervisor.
“Oh, I’m just a clerk. I do data entry, mostly.”
“I see... Well!” She turns toward everyone else in the room, still holding onto Perry’s tie. “I think it’s clear that I’m going to have to oversee the transition personally!”
“Uh, but ma’am...” Her bookish assistant quickly lifts some papers on her clipboard. “Your schedule is pretty full, and you haven’t even had a tour of the-”
“Never mind all that. This is more important. If I’m going to really build my brand, I need to guarantee that my new advertising branch is up to snuff!”
“Yes, ma’am.” The meek, glasses-wearing Ms. Reynolds bows her head. “Shall I reschedule your other appointments?”
“Please... Hmm... I’m going to need a private office!” Grace chirps.
“There’s one right next to mine.” Mr. Boykin remarks.
“Perfect! I’ll need a localized assistant, too... Perry?!”
“Yeah, Gracie? I-I mean, ma’am!” He quickly shakes his head as he catches himself.
“Hehe! So cute.” She coos, slowly wrapping his tie around her hand.
Jimbo and Mr. Boykin both look like they’re going to die of shock. David and Phillip are as stunned as the others but cannot help but admire their obvious connection. Hannah narrows her eyes and lets out a little growl. Both Perry and Grace, as well as much of the staff, turn to her. Seeing the distinct look of jealousy in her eyes, Hannah flushes, softens her posture and glances away. Perry is shocked. Why is Hannah so interested all of a sudden? Does she want him that badly?! Grace isn’t remotely phased and returns her attention to her lover, pulling at his tie and bringing him closer.
“You want a promotion? I need a, uh... Private assistant.” She speaks in a sultry voice.
The room is as silent as a tomb.
“Yeah!” He chirps, his eyes lighting up.
“Good!” She promptly releases his tie, standing tall and proud.
“He didn’t even hesitate.” David whispers to Phillip.
“Would you?” Phillip whispers back.
“Point taken.”
“Freakin’ skank, getting all close to Perry...” Hannah grumbles.
“Aren’t you married?” David quietly asks her.
“...”
“Well, then I’ll expect to see you in my office in twenty minutes for... Orientation...” Grace coos, petting Perry’s head like a loyal dog.
After a long and awkward pause, she smoothes his tie against his chest, but even that is done in a rather seductive manner. No one in the room, not even her assistant, can believe what they’re seeing. Grace turns to them and sighs, like a woman relieved.
“Okay, well, I have work to do! Buh-bye, everyone! I’ll see you soon, Perry.” She says, giving him a little wink before sashaying past the others and back from whence she came.
Perry stands there, watching as the assistant and the two security guards depart with their boss, leaving the nervous man to glance over his associates who stare with a combination of confusion, shock, horror, curiosity and, for some, envy.
“I like this boss.” Phillip quietly remarks.
“You know... I’ve think I’ve seen that woman somewhere before.” David remarks, recalling his pinup poster.
“Perry, huh?” A rather jealous looking Hannah crosses her arms beneath her plump breasts, her wedding ring glinting in the sunlight.
“Yeah... ... So! ... Heh... Who wants lunch?” He asks, his cheeks flushing as he nervously scratches the back of his neck.
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