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Dana & Greg

by Apsidalmosaic (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/apsidalmosaic/) Dated: 10.10.2016

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"Greg, what the hell is wrong with you?!", his boss had shouted at him the moment he sat foot inside his office. He already knew what this was going to be about.

"Tim?" he asked, while he was putting up a faux innocent expression and slightly adjusting his tie as well.

"This is going to be the last time, you hear, the last fucking time!"

"Tim, calm down. I still have no idea what you are talking about", he deflected, his hands raised disarmingly.

"Greg. Don't play dumb with me", he almost growled.

That was new. Tim was a fat, sixty something geezer, who had already spent the last few years preparing for his pension and didn't much care for anything beside it. It was rare to see him angry and even rarer to see him as determined about anything as he was. "I don't...."

"You know, what I have here, Greg?" he told him, presenting a folder from his desk. "This is a formal complaint from Evelyn."

"Oh?", Greg asked, as he casually slumped down in the chair in front of the desk and tried to cower a bit - angry bosses liked that, and he hoped Tim wouldn't be much of a difference.

"She is threatening to press sexual harassment charges, Greg! Fucking sexual harassment!"

"Look, Tim...", he started meekly, trying to use the most charming intonation he could muster.

"Greg, this thing here is going through the fucking roof if it gets out! The fucking roof!" Sweat squeezed out from stinking, fatty cavities all across his body. "This was the last time!", he breathed heavily, snorted, grabbed a torn handkerchief from his pocket and nervously wiped his forehead before his massive frame finally settled on his seat. "Damn..." he just said, while shaking his head.

"Look Tim..." Greg started again. "You know how Evelyn is. She tends to overact a little bit."

"That's not what it says in the complaint, Greg", Tim replied. "Listen to this: 'Mr. Evans has repeatedly used misogynist remarks in the presence of me and other women and has repeatedly tried to engage in unwanted bodily relations with me and other anthropomorphic women in our department. Examples of this include: pulling of tails, making rude specieist remarks and name calling, indecent exposure at the workplace, indecent closeness and touchiness during orientations including female personnel, referring to female caninoids as 'bitches' '.... And it goes on like this Greg. For three pages. Three" He presented three fingers, as if Greg was somehow too stupid to realize what that word meant.

"But can't we just..."

"Don't." Tim held up his hand "Just *don't* mention last time, please? Do you even know, how much shit I had to go through to explain that, when you 'tumbled' over Carolyne you just happened to *accidentally* bury your head in cat-tits?"

Greg shrugged. The thing had worked out in the end didn't it?

"The fucking management wanted me to sack your sorry ass, Greg." Tim continued wearily "The only reason you are still here is because you are doing a damn fine job and I fucking hate to lose a good employee."

He knew that schmoozing up his boss and listening to his stupid stories about fishing and his boat all day would pay off. "What If I....", he started but Tim shook his head adamantly.

"No, Greg. I'm sorry. This time, you messed up big" He had calmed down and looked at him not with anger anymore but with genuine pity. That was bad. "The management doesn't want anything to do with harassment or racism of any kind and if this thing gets upstairs it's not going to be just your ass that gets the boot."

"You are firing me?" Greg blurted out.

Tim hesitated before he continued. "Not quite. I struck a deal with Evelyn. She gets your post."

Greg blinked. "That sounds awfully like getting fired to me!"

"Yes, you are not working for me anymore, sorry. But..." A numbness crept into Greg's head as Tim continued. "...I arranged for you to be placed with Sandra in accounting, for the time being"

"Sandra?"

"You don't know her? With your preferences I'd suspect you know every anthro with a pussy inside a fifty mile radius." Tim wanted to grin but sighed instead, as he realized that both of them weren't really in the mood for jokes. "Look, she leads an all-female, all-anthro group down in accounting. You mess up with her, you're gone."

"But a....woman? With women?" Greg mumbled in return. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not at all. He knew how this game worked. He had done this job for years. There was no way that he....

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Greg", Tim said sharply. "Now go pack your things. You'll start in accounting tomorrow." He regarded him with pity. "That's how it has to be, Greg. I'm sorry."

Greg left the office feeling numb and slowly packed in his things feeling numb. How long had he worked with Tim to be left in the mud like that? And just because of that fucking bitch. Her tail had taunted him all the fucking time, as she had sauntered around in front of his office, while looking at him with those lewd Dog-eyes of hers. He could have sworn she wanted something from him. So, well, he might have ended up being a bit touchy with her, but everybody knew women actually meant "yes" when they said "no", right? It was an age-old law. And slapping her ass once in a while; She liked it - come on! All women liked that! They liked being dominated and told they were hot. They wanted and needed it. He had done nothing wrong. Nothing. She was just too sensitive. One damn feminist out-of-control and in need of a good fucking. He just had to be a little bit more suave the next time. He could make his way out of this, he would. Damn Sandra would see this as well, in time. A smile crossed his lips when he reflected on the possibilities of his new position.

***

He headed down the stairs with a small pack in his hand the next day. Second floor. Past the usual pencil-pushers, who eyed him curiously as he hurried past and approached a small door at the very end of the hallway. It read "Anthropomorphic Resources". He didn't even know his firm had a department delegated for anthros, nor that it needed a separate instance in accounting. He slowly opened the door and found himself in a small corridor. About half a dozen offices lay orderly sequenced in rooms along its length, each holding a surprisingly good-looking diversity of anthropomorphic femmes, from a busty giraffe, a rather large but cute silver-fox lady over a cardinal-gal, whose short black-lilac hairdo reminded him of a gothic girl to a petite cheetah who glanced at him as if she would like to eat him. He couldn't help but stare as he walked past, heading towards the room at the far end. A plaque next to the door read, "Dr. Sandra Michael - Head of Anthropomorphic Resources". A Dr., even? Smart and in all likelihood good-looking as well. He straightened, brushed over his carefully gelled blonde hair and set up his most charming smile when he went to knock gently. A coarse female voice on the other side told him to come in.

The inside was small. Much smaller than Tim's office. Still, its rustic, almost antiquated interior held a designer couch and a glass-table next to a large bookshelf lined with various books about economics and ...psychology? "You must be Mr. Evans, if I'm not mistaken?" What spoke to him, was a lizard-person or 'reptiloid' as they liked to be called. She was covered in golden scales, lithe, with a professional looking blue dress and small glasses resting on her snout just below a carefully cut red hairdo. Her tits were large enough, such that he could see her scaly cleavage from where he stood. Good-looking indeed.

He licked his lips and approached her desk, slowly extending his hand. "Yes. Nice to meet you" he stated matter-of-factly.

Sandra, joined. "Likewise. I'm Sandra", she told him with a warm, albeit reptilian smile that showed off her dagger-like teeth. "It's always nice to see a new face around here. I hear you have worked with Tim in Finance?"

Greg nodded. This was going to be easier than he thought. "Sure. I was his senior manager. Tried to keep him out of trouble", he added with a smirk.

Sandra laughed dryly, her forked tongue showing cutely while she did. "Yeah, Tim is sometimes a little bit too reluctant for his own good." She rested her snout on her wrist. "Still, I was surprised to see him calling me up just two days ago to refer you down here into our little department, especially given you don't particularly fit in."

Greg shrugged. "I wanted a change of place. Accounting seemed like a good idea at the time. You know, take things a little bit slower?"

Sandra looked at him with an unreadable expression. No doubt she had put two and two together and simply nodded at his response. "Good. Then come, I'll show you around."

The department was small but orderly and well-kept, offices clean and everyone seemed to work with a focus, he rarely observed in other departments. He met all the women he had previously seen, shaking paws, hoofs and the occasional fin as he was led around by Sandra. Her ass made for a nice distraction in-between, her long golden tail swaying seductively as he was led around through the offices and a spacious break-room complete with a fluffy couch set and a large mirror next to it, until he eventually arrived at a small office at the other end of the hallway.

A vixen and an otter-gal were looking at him curiously. Both were remarkably cute. The otter a bit on the heavy side, with large black locks streaming onto knockers large as melons while the vixen revealed herself to be a true red fox with straight, brunette hair and a wonderfully feminine appearance that made his eyes water. Jackpot. "This is Linda", Sandra made a motion towards the fox. "And this is Cathlene", she nodded towards the otter. "They'll share office with you"

"I'm Greg, nice to meet you", he said, shook their paws and exchanged greetings while doing his best to eye the Otters tits and the vixens shapely ass in the process.

"I'll leave you in Linda's care in particular, she'll show you how we do things around here and help you adapt a little." With that, Sandra left, vanishing back into her office.

"So...", Greg began, licking his lips as he sat down at the empty desk that was going to be his for the time-being. "...how do you do things around here?", he asked casually.

The vixen gave him a somewhat quizzical smile, while the otter had turned around and continued to type, her keyboard clacking loudly. "We work.", was the vixens response.

He faked a laugh. "I can see that. I was more interested in what you two are doing in particular"

"We handle food-requests." the vixen said, her long brunette hair brushing along her shoulders in a motion that screamed femininity. "As a human, you probably don't know, but there is quite a lot of busywork involved in making our canteen have everything they need to feed us anthros. All of which needs to be paid."

"Ah", he said. He didn't really care, instead trying to imagine her nude. "I have worked in accounting before. So...I can just sign in here and start?"

"Pretty much. In fact, we have a handbook and a guide on your workstation to get you started. Come, I'll show you", the vixen said and ventured over in a few casual motions that accentuated her curves and left him speechless as she did. Especially, when she put her paw on his shoulder, bent forward and started up his computer. His face was only centimetres away from her boobs and he could smell the dusty aroma of her fur and a touch of a lavender-flavoured perfume whirling in the air.

She clicked and the screen of his workstation flashed into existence, showing an account with a cute skunk-girls portrait and the name 'Dana' written underneath. The fox chuckled "Seems like somebody set up an account for you already", she teased.

"My name is not Dana." he replied with faux-amusement, but she just ignored his comment and hit the sign-in button. Wonderful, not only did he have to work with women only but they were making fun of him as well: "Dana & Greg" had been a late 90s sitcom about a human guy and a flamboyant skunkette, who happened to live together in a flat without being a couple at all. It was tedious to watch by todays standards. Plus, he fucking hated that particular joke. He looked at her sourly, when the screen sprung to life, revealing an orderly desktop with various software symbols and two particular short-cuts reading "Getting started with Anthropomorphic Resources" and "Handbook of Accounting".

She clicked on the handbook, exposing about three-hundred pages of detailed, bureaucratized work guidelines and regulations. Of course, completely devoid of any pictures and written in a style that was somewhere between plain boring and over-complicatedly annoying. "This is the handbook. Trust me, you don't want to read this, except for the details." She opened the other and the screen was wrapped in an orderly graphical interface with tabs showing a wide range of well-made videos and elaborate tutorials. A small, cartoony wolf-gal danced around, detailing everything on screen with mildly annoying remarks caught inside splashy speech-bubbles. "This thing is far better. I'd say just start it up and get through it. It'll take a few days, but you'll be ready quickly."

He didn't like the presentation at all with its strong, lemon-pink colour-scheme that belonged far more into a teen girls celebrity magazine than into a guide on an office computer. And he hated cartoons. Still, reading the handbook was an entirely bad idea from what he could tell and the guide was specifically made for getting people started. "Not my style in particular, but I'll manage, thanks". He tried not to grumble.

"Always", she said. Did she flutter her lids at him? He couldn't say, but her hand said more, running gently down his arm as she moved back to her desk, her tail brushing along his leg as she did. Damn, she was in need of a good fuck, he thought absent-mindedly, before getting back to his screen.

With everything that happened yesterday, messing up he was not going to do. Fuck Evelyn and her shitty games. He'd get out of here again and back to his old post, when Evelyn had long been booted out because it was that time of the month again or something. He started to click around in the guide, opening up the tutorial for their accounting program and grabbing a few writing supplies to note down as much as he could. The guide turned out to be really good and he spent a few hours playing around, seeing the wolf-gal in various comical positions on his screen, making puns about each part of the software as she hopped around frantically from element to element. "Dana, are you going to grab a coffee?", Linda said at some point, which almost made Greg jerk up from what he was doing.

"My name is not Dana.", he replied angrily. Damned women.

The vixen shrugged "Whatever suits you. So, are you coming or not?"

He nodded. Why not? His throat was parched anyway, and a coffee wasn't such a bad idea. The three went to the break-room, the girls talking about a recent engagement of somebody he didn't know. Not really interesting for anybody with a functioning dick, but seeing the two females walk and talk in front of him did make for some interesting mindgames. Eventually, his gaze fell on the mirror at the far wall. "What's the mirror for?", he asked, eyeing its massive frame that dominated the western wall like a giant window.

Cathlene smiled. "It's for us, silly." Greg raised his brow. Girls being girly was one thing but openly admitting so was not.

Linda intervened before he could say anything "She's just messing with you. Sometimes people just like to check themselves in the mirror is all", she said with a tone that was a bit more mysterious than what she had suggested in the first place. Still... He noticed that his suit seemed slightly off. It was an expensive Hugo Boss, tailored exactly to his size just a few months ago. And, yet, there were some creases on his arm. It didn't seem to sit quite right on his shoulders, as if the fabric had somehow expanded over his frame. Which was ridiculous of course. He took his hand to brush out one of them, furrowing at his reflection. Something felt off. He just didn't know what.

"See, I told you. Beauty is its own reward" Linda said teasingly and slowly sauntered back to the workplace. He followed hesitantly, somewhat angry at her teases but still wouldn't take his eyes off her dancing appendix the whole way back.

It was a few hours later, during which Cathlene said her goodbyes for today and left; Greg didn't even realize that she did, instead clicking or typing around inside the software furiously while absent-mindedly flicking a strand of hair from his view a few times. He couldn't exactly say why the software was so good in capturing his attention. Maybe the wolf-gal was kinda cute he had to admit, or the extended tutorials were just too entertaining somehow, too focused in themselves to not do the same as well. He put down the pen. It was already past six in the evening. "Aww shit.", he said out loud.

Linda was busy typing something but stopped when she heard him. "Thought you'll stay here all night" she quipped. "Still, not bad of a work-ethic", she added, nodding towards the pile of sheets he had written, orderly stacked next to the computer on his desk.

"Yeah", he smirked as he looked over the pile and felt strange again. The same otherness and wrongness he had felt previously. The writing was clean, orderly and focused. He remembered doing it. Swinging his pen. And yet, something was off about it, as if it was too clean. As if the style was somehow anathema to something inside him. A curly "e", clean and playful. Had he always written like that? Of course he did, he reminded himself. It was late already. He wanted to get home. And think about the mess he had made. He slowly gathered his things. "See you tomorrow", he told Linda before he threw on his jacket and made his way back home.

His apartment was large. Fitting for somebody, who was, or had been, a rather successful manager. Spacious, with modern furniture, leather couch and expensive living room sets and a gleaming metallic kitchen, that always reminded him of that one time he had fucked a cutesy equine there, her large furry orbs squeezed against the plastic surface of the cupboard. He loosened his tie and hopped into the shower, which was how he liked to finish a workday.

He ended up taking some time. More than usually. But the hot water on his skin felt good, somehow tickling his body in strange but pleasant ways and he enjoyed rubbing soap into his skin and his expensive hair-care into his scalp. He exited with a sigh almost half-an-hour later. Somehow, the treatment had washed any anxiety from his mind and had reminded him that today wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought. He sat down on his large couch, flicking his hair behind him such that it could dry. The motion came naturally to him, although he wondered idly why his hair was brushing against his shoulders in the first place. He wore only a towel, had decided against putting on his boxers given that his skin was still hot to the touch, a few drops of sweat collecting on his forehead. He turned on the TV and watched an episode of "Good Cops. Bad Cops" - a cheap crime drama he always loved, but felt strangely uninterested in it for some reason. His thoughts came back to Linda and Cathlene again. They were kind of mean, but not overtly so. He actually liked them quite a bit. Cathlene with her almost stoic demeanour yet cracking the best jokes out of nowhere and Linda was sweet. Usually. She'd always smile but had a mean streak as well that was best enjoyed when not the target. He didn't even know how he knew, but he remembered a scene, where she had pulled at his tail, stating "Dana, pack it in, before the guys get you!" They laughed and he had felt so flushed but joined in their laughter afterwards. It made him smile, a strange feeling of companionship washing over him for a second. And yet.... Linda's body was so lithe, so good-looking yet also so ample and soft. He felt his dick grow hard underneath the towel. He'd so have to fuck her sometime soon. Making her squeal as he drove his dick into that needy pussy of hers. Over and over again.

He decided he would make her his plaything in his head tonight, removing his towel and slowly running his hand along his skin as it ventured to his dick. Usually, he would have just grabbed his meat but his skin felt soft and pleasantly sensitive. So, even as he started jerking off, a hand circled gently on his abdomen, eventually trailing a line upwards to his chest. He imagined her, next to him on the couch. He kissed her furry neck. She smiled, a long tongue swishing across her muzzle seductively, when he stuck out his own and drew it upwards to her face, kissing her. He felt her vulpine muzzle lying on his mouth, her teeth picking at his lips softly and her tender whiskers tickling the skin on his nose when his hand wandered across her nude body. Slowly touched her waist; her breasts. Meanwhile, his hand was squeezing one of his own. His paw gently rubbed a black nipple, placed among a sea of white. She carefully probed his wide female hips in return, his tail flicking in excitement when one of her paws arrived at his crotch and gently touched his eager, wet folds. He moaned and his hand raced along his dick even faster and his other cupped one of his pectorals. He didn't even realize that the skin underneath bulged slightly and his nipples grew more prominent, as fat and tissue flowed underneath his abs, slowly settling them down onto almost imperceptible mounds. In his mind, he was resting in her arms now, her paw was running over his furry bottom while her other was touching him inside. So deeply, so gently. "Yes!" he sighed when a stream of cum shot from his dick, spraying onto his body in one large jet. He breathed heavily, grinned a bit as his hand squeezed a nipple and his other rubbed along his still-pulsing meat. He'd get her. Love her. He had always wanted to fuck her, hadn't he? Tomorrow, he'd make his move. Ask her out. He had known her for so long after all. He cleaned himself up, playing just a little bit more with his body before he fell asleep, Linda's fluffy tail wagging in his mind.

***

The alarm rang at 6:00 am. A time he was fortunately used to and he clambered quickly from his bed, hopped into the shower and started to dress. Something seemed very wrong as he tried to. His shirts were so large. His suit as well. Even his shoes seemed a rather large fit to him. He frowned as he looked in the mirror. His body was small, skinny and only lightly masculine, with soft curves that were manly but could also be guessed for a girls. His pectorals were cute mounds, not manly but also just the very hint of something female. His hair was voluminous, reaching down to his shoulders, yet wild and unkempt. Why had he forgotten that? Plus, he always wore a headband, didn't he? He rummaged in his bathroom and couldn't find anything. What was going on? Did somebody prank him, thought messing with the girly man was funny in some way? He shook his head. The only person who could have done it was Linda. She'd be the type of person who did that. She was his friend, but she overdid it sometimes. He'd give her a stern lecture when he had found something to fit among all this stuff that hung in his wardrobe, yet wasn't his.

He arrived almost an hour late, wearing a small T-shirt he had washed too often and a jeans one of the girls he had fucked with had forgotten one day. He also wore one of her panties. Why, he couldn't really say, except that it felt righter than one of the large boxers that were lying around anyway. He arrived at his office angrily. "Linda..!" he started to say but cut himself off, when he saw Sandra inside.

"Ohhh Dana! How are you feeling?", she asked, her reptilian eyes regarding him curiously.

Just his luck, stumbling upon his boss when he came in late. Plus, she'd joined in that stupid joke. "I'm sorry for being late", he said "Apparently, somebody messed with my wardrobe", he gave Linda a sour glance.

"It's okay.", Sandra said, eyeing him closely. "It really is." She paused, thinking about something before she continued. "But, I expect you to finish your orientation soon, yes?"

He nodded faintly. "Sure Sandra. I want to get started with this project as soon as you do".

"Good." she said and went to leave but turned on the doorstep.

"Ohh...And Dana?"

"Yes?" Why couldn't they just admit he was male? He was feminine, yes, but still a guy.

"I expect you to be properly attired tomorrow".

He sighed. "Sure."

Greg grudgingly went to his desk and took his notes. He had started with this orientation just yesterday, for a project Sandra was bothering him for weeks now. But he had been busy. He remembered the acquisition procedure when R&D had tried to introduce a new claw-friendly brand of toilet-paper. Finding the right materials for the right price had been a nightmare and he had been slow. Fortunately, he had worked with Sandra for years. But now, the canteen was busy checking new meat sorts for the canines and a new brand of bamboo for the pandoids. All of which needed to be bought and to properly accounted for at the end, using some crappy new software. At least the guide was fun. He liked the colours and the wolfy, her name was Nancy apparently, was really cute.

He booted up his workstation as he sat down, mumbling a greeting to Cathlene who had followed the debate but didn't say anything. Linda wasn't as kind. "Didn't think I'd see you today, Dana", she said, her tone clearly intent on mocking him.

He snapped. "Listen, Linda. My name is *not* Dana, it's Greg. You know this. Everybody knows it. It would be kinda nice if you didn't call me Dana all day!" he verbally lashed out at her. "Also, would you mind telling me where you put my clothes?"

Linda looked surprised, both at his outburst and his accusation. "I didn't", she said, adding "Greg" at the end, which was supposed to be some sort of apology as much as he knew her.

"So why then is my wardrobe full of suits and shirts and boxers that don't fit me even remotely?"

She shrugged. "Look Greg. I don't know." She bit her lip, a broken fang protruding cutely from her vulpine muzzle. "Really. How about this: you go shopping tonight and tomorrow we'll go look together? We are friends, right?"

She was right. She had been his friend as long as he could think. And how she looked at him was somehow sincere, although disbelief reflected in her face as well as if she didn't know if he knew. She didn't do it. "Aww fine", he acquiesced. He needed to work anyway and get acquainted with that software as soon as possible. "But, I'll take you on that promise", he told her sternly.

He clicked the guide and Nancy popped up on the screen. Her breasts were straining against her bra as she leaned forward comically "Welcome back! Hope you didn't miss me!" he could read in the bubble. Well. She was cute. If he ever had a girlfriend, he thought she'd look like Nancy. Or Linda, his subconscious threw in. With that thought, he started to work again, absorbed quickly by the guide and the things he was meant to learn. In-between, Linda talked about Frank and his divorce and how sad that was. Greg nodded, adding they'd been such a cute couple and he was so sad to see them torn apart, especially as he had been one of the bridesmaids. His short, white dress, a carefully crafted miniaturized mimicry of the brides that all the maids wore that day. He had looked so beautiful that day, yet had become tipsy over the evening, almost bowling over a bowl of punch with his tail and even tried to make out with one of the guys; had felt his rough lips on his muzzle, while his crotch had burned from need, eager to be filled. He wasn't a slut. And he wasn't into men. Especially humans. But at that time... Fortunately, Linda had taken him home. Home. His head suddenly hurt as if something incredibly wrong was happening with him, but the feeling passed quickly and he pinned a strand of hair behind one of his circular-skunk ears to keep it where it belonged. It wasn't easy being furry in todays society, he thought absent-mindedly before returning to the program.

"Are you coming?" Linda asked again at some point.

Nancy seemed to look straight at him from the screen "And this is how you can call for a financial request. Convenient, right?", she stated happily, arms crossed in front of her chest casually. Damn, she was cute.

He raised from his chair and followed Linda and Cathlene into the kitchen. They had another topic. Apparently, Evelyn had been promoted. "Really?", he asked. He didn't know her that well. A German-shepard morph working in Finance.

"Yeah. She is a head manager now. Amazing, right?"

He shrugged. He had always worked in accounting and for the last few years in Sandra's group. Such a position wouldn't have been anything for him anyway. Too much stress. Too much masculinity and elbow mentality. He adjusted his shirt, black and white fur shining on his torso underneath. He hated when it grew in and itched when it did. He had always been a half-fur, his nose a somewhat misplaced dark, wet thing that sat among a human, fur-less face while skunk-ears twitched on his head. He had his mother to thank for that: a rather good-looking, homely skunk who fell in love with a human father he never knew. At least, he had Linda, though. He always had a crush on her, wanted to ask her out so many times yet couldn't bring himself to and didn't even know how to given he was still a virgin despite his age. He adjusted his shirt slightly, his nipples brushing gently against the fabric as he did, sending a strange buzz upwards along his spine. Hormonal imbalance they'd said. Probably also why he looked as feminine as he did, he thought absent-mindedly, noting his small shoulders and girly hips sourly.

He spent a few more hours with the software, until it was already dark outside. It wouldn't take long for the rest, he thought as he closed the program and started to shut down his workstation. Maybe tomorrow he could already start for real with the new stuff. Before he could get home, there was the issue of his clothes, however. He still didn't get how or why someone could have replaced his wardrobe, but at least Linda had promised to look for them tomorrow. Until, then, well, he was in need of some new attire and actually liked the idea of shopping tonight. Plus, it was not a long way to the mall, a huge glass dome only a few streets away and he was standing in a spacious store maybe fifteen minutes later, all-kinds of fashion styles staring at him from sleek designer-furniture that screamed modernity.

He looked around, saw the various clothes for men, the elaborate suits and shirts, colourful ties and boxers and felt wrong. As if this wasn't supposed to be his. In fact, the back of the store was more to his liking: sumptuous dresses, professional pantsuits, cute panties and bras. Didn't he always wanted to be a girl? Of course he did, he reminded himself as he stared down at his chest which had grown to cute A-cups already. He had taken hormones for it, after all. He had always wanted to be a girl. Always wanted to be beautiful. He took a look into the mirror, seeing his reflection with cute, curvy hips that had widened considerably from when he had started, about as much as his arms and legs had slimmed, accentuating the fur on his feminized body exquisitely. Except for his face, which was entirely fur-less. But it also betrayed not much masculinity anymore, his cheeks had softened and his cute, black nose tapered a little more while his chin had deflated. The drugs really did what they were supposed to. He adjusted his hair which still hung behind his head wrapped up inside a long, blonde ponytail. He was ready, wasn't he? Ready to go all in. He flushed, red seeping onto his face. Would he pass? He bit his lip, seeing for a moment not a man but a cute girl in a dress. He would. Tomorrow he'd do it. He'd finally enter his office as the girl he always wanted to be. Dana. He smiled sheepishly and slowly proceeded into the womens section.

He ended up at home almost two hours later, packed with things he eagerly unpacked and laid out onto the dressers carefully. He couldn't believe he had done it. Finally doing what he had wanted to do for years, and be a girl from tomorrow onwards. Not having this stupid name "Greg" but finally getting recognized at what he, or rather she, was. A skunk named "Dana". He shivered from excitement when he was done and decided to turn on the TV to calm down. A rerun of "Greg & Dana" showed up. The irony was almost palpable, as he watched the skunkette complaining loudly about the mans toilet habits, leading to a comical episode about her trying to get him to sit down while he fought for his right to stand. He smiled. The skunkette had always been somewhat of an identification figure for him, that's why he had picked the name 'Dana' in the end. A name he'd wield from tomorrow onwards. He had told Sandra about it almost a year ago. And Linda, too. He thought about her, saw her body in his mind. She had told him once she was gay and he had been so crushed, given he had wanted to ask her out so many times but to no avail; But now.... He looked at his fingers. They were so cute now, small black claws protruding from his fingertips among a sea of black and white fur. His paw-pads had also softened. Had grown more touchable. And more sensitive. In fact, his whole body was. He smiled, as he thought how his chest had started feeling as well, as if you could reach deep inside you just by touching your nipples or just by feeling your very flesh. An idea cropped up in him. He'd celebrate his decision a bit, he decided and proceeded to undress on his couch, soon sitting in perfect nudity on the expanded leather. His body looked so feminine now and one of his paws travelled gently down his waist and hips. The fur felt so soft under his touch and tickled the skin below in ways he'd never thought it could. He laid down, his hips gently heaving as he stretched on his back and prodded his chest with slow, tender movements.

Touching them sent a pleasurable buzz through him that should have been familiar but seemed strangely foreign, almost exotic to him. Still, he bit his lip and reached for his cock. He hated to have it. This "present" from his human father, this thing that would always keep him from being a proper woman. Always an illusion. Not real. And yet, one of his paws went to touch it, slowly brushed along its length that hardened quickly underneath. Could he really do without the feeling of touching it? The enjoyment it brought? he doubted when he started to stroke it gently and sunk back onto the mattress. After all, he could always imagine being a proper girl as well. He could almost see himself lying in Linda's arms once more, kissing and then feeling her hand between his legs. His dick throbbed vividly, seemed to beg for attention as if it threatened to vanish any second. His tool wasn't large but still good enough and he felt every stroke along its head clearly in his mind. As if it wanted to remind him of something important. Of something he was missing. His paw squeezed his breast harder in return, a more forceful jolt echoing through him before it settled on his crotch. He sighed. His voice cracking from what once had been a baritone. Before he had taken to surgery, of course. He imagined having a pussy again, stroking his labia slowly with his dainty fingers before dipping in and gently widening his insides, a motion where muscular tension was so inseparable from lust he couldn't tell one way from the other. And above him was Linda, slowly lapping at his nipples with a tongue that felt insanely sensitive on his feminine B-cup breasts. He felt his tailbone twitch behind him, as his dick pulsed harshly, stronger than it had ever done, seed rushing through its length aggressively as he came. Yet, he also jerked forward suddenly, feeling that something seemed to push inside as well, to vanish from view, from reality. Something that couldn't happen he thought, as his balls descended into his body with a strange tug and his moans pitched higher into a distinctively female voice pattern. He could feel his dick shrinking to a point as well, contracting ferociously until his body opened up and he gasped from a foreign feeling of wetness that sank into his crotch. Meanwhile, something inside of him was rebelling, revolting, was clawing at his mind like a feral cat, desperately reminding him of faces he had known, of events that had happened, of what shouldn't have happened, of who he was; and just for a single moment when he felt something completely alien inside of him beginning to shudder in a maddening rhythm of pleasure, his eyes widened with a whispered "No!". Yet the moment died quickly, was buried underneath a haze, under facts known, under lives understood and events perpetrated for years, for lifetimes and he couldn't help but sink back when his vagina was shaken from a forceful orgasm, hips bucking erratically as his paw raced along his new entrance mercilessly.

Only when her hips had settled, and she had lain there for a few minutes did her breathing slow somewhat. That was a good one. She had been so needy all day, she realized. Ever since she had gone out with Linda, was she hoping it would become more and she'd have some alone-time with her. But how could that beautiful vixen love a girl such as her that didn't even have a tail, much less a proper snout to call her own? "Dana, you stupid girl", she said out loud as if that would make her predicament somehow less so. She moved slightly, rubbed her entrance a bit to get the tension out of her insides, only for her to notice some strange white droplets, clinging to the fur on her crotch and her belly. They were white and overly sticky, a strange contrast to the fluids her pussy usually excreted when she was busy. She smelled at one on her hand inquisitively, its strange, heavy odour stinging in her nose. An experimental lick made her face light up in disgust, the taste fatty and weirdly salty at the same time. She had no idea where it came from but decided she'd have to get a shower before she went to bed.

***

Dana got up rather excited. She had decided that she'd invite Linda for dinner tonight. Here, at her place. Then push would come to shove if she was really interested in her just as a friend, or if there was more. She had recalled the look she had given her during her first date, almost voracious; Yet, she had been so surprised later when they had parted unceremoniously in front of the restaurant they were in. It had felt like an untold promise for something more to happen, which somehow hadn't come to pass in almost a week. That was why she took her sweet time in the bathroom and inspected her furry body proudly in front of the mirror afterwards. She had taken some time to brush herself this morning and her fur looked smooth as silk, not a single hair standing out awkwardly or breaking the flow by being matted. Her chest was creamy white, almost shiny from the fur-conditioner she had bought yesterday, while her limbs were almost jade-black. She had even taken some dark-lilac nail colour to her claws, just faintly painting them to just make them shine a little bit. Her two-coloured face she improved with some fur-colour-liner as well, accentuating her eyes just so slightly with a hint of red and blue. She wanted to look appealing to Linda. Not overly so, but just a little bit today. Nevertheless, she dressed slowly as to not bring her fur completely out of its carefully inlaid pattern and fixed her bra in a very delicate motion before she put on the grey pantsuit she had bought yesterday. It fit her well, accentuating her features and her womanly frame discreetly, while speaking of high-minded professionalism she had in mind when she bought it. Only downside was that her stubby tail didn't fit under her skirt and she had to pull it down just a little bit to make room. Why hadn't she bought one with a tailhole, she wondered idly until she proceeded to put on her new shoes only to find that her footpaws couldn't possibly fit in as well. They looked totally out of-place, too, just terribly small as if a human could wear them. She had absolutely no clue why she had them in her possession and ended up aimlessly scouring the flat for a replacement. Of course, there was none to be found and she decided to make a quick detour just before work to get a hold of some proper paw-compatible sandals.

She arrived in her office exhausted, but at least punctual. "Hey Cathy, hey Linda", she said, smiling at them warmly when she entered.

"Oh hi Dana." they said almost in unison.

Linda eyed her curiously, however. "How are you?", she asked.

"I'm fine, thanks. Go figure I somehow bought shoes yesterday which don't fit me at all. Hell, which aren't even for anthros."

Linda cocked her head. "Must have been a bit stressful yesterday with the shopping, right?" she paused "You know I'm feeling kinda bad that I couldn't already come yesterday. You are still good for tonight?"

"S...sure!", Dana said. She had totally forgotten that Linda had offered to come by today anyway. "Say....ummm" she proceeded hesitantly. "Would you mind if we had dinner as well?"

Linda smiled at her knowingly. "With you? Always."

"Great!", Dana shouted joyfully.

"Hey, could you guys maybe keep it down a little bit?", Cathlene said from the side, evidently caught up within a phone-call that Dana hadn't even realized she was in.

"Ohh sorry!" Dana mumbled apologetically, sneaking to her desk; However, Cathy had reminded her what she had to do as well: she grabbed her phone and dialled Sandra's number. "Sandra?", she asked when her boss had picked up.

"Who is speaking?" She had figured that in the twenty years they knew each other, Sandra would be able to recognize her voice for now.

"It's Dana", she answered reproachfully.

"Ohhh Dana! How are you doing?"

"Well not any different than always, Sandra, but thanks for asking", she replied with sarcasm swinging in her voice. "Listen, I'm going to be done with the orientation today and want to start working with the real stuff as soon as possible. Can you send me the files?"

"Sure. But there's something else..." she paused. "Finance wants to see what you'll be doing with the new software well. They asked for a meeting as soon as possible. You think you're up to it?"

She blinked. "Today? Also, what does finance want from me?"

"I...don't really know. Probably has some ideas about your stuff. Shall I call them up at, say, two?"

"Doesn't sound like I'm having a choice, right?"

Sandra laughed dryly. "No, you haven't"

"Alright. I should manage."

"Great! We'll see each other at two."

The phone clicked to silence. Finance? She didn't know anyone up there. Why the hell would they be interested in what she was doing? She shook her head. "Sounds like fun stuff", Linda quipped from the side. She looked so hot when she did that and Dana giggled slightly in return, before booting up her workstation.

She was done at exactly half-past one. She had watched the last video and made a sample calculation in the office-program and Nancy was looking at her with an overly cheerful expression now, paws raised high in the air. "Congratulations!" she spelled. "Now go and live your new life!" written underneath in strangely girly font. She scratched her muzzle at that. Designer must have gotten weird at the end. Still, it meant she was ready for the meeting and she still had some breathing room as well. "Coffee, love?" she asked Linda who looked rather quizzical at the comment but nodded.

"Always."

Cathlene watched the scene silently, shaking her head in disbelief at the gazes interchanged between the two. "I think this is more of a..." she seemed a bit uneasy to say it "....couples thing, right?" Dana shrugged with a rather comical motion. Cathlene replied with a smirk "Have fun, you two."

When they entered the break-room, she almost instantly threw herself at Linda and pushed a kiss onto her muzzle. "What...what was that for?", Linda said, surprised.

"Well, I thought to myself, given we are together for two months now and I just happen to be done with my orientation, why not give a kiss to the love of my life?" Dana said with a grin, while she let her tail brush over the vixens legs.

"Dana...", she looked at her with a mixture of longing but also strangely distant as well.

"What's wrong?", Dana asked, furrowing her brow slightly.

"I just...." Linda bit her lip anxiously, yet her hand gently brushed along Dana's side as she did. "...can't believe how lucky I'am", she continued with an expression somewhere between loving and strangely tense.

Dana smiled as she heard it, though. "You can really believe it, girl: I'm real! And tonight we'll have a nice *dinner* together, won't we?" Dana said, her lush tail twitching sensually in the process. Linda got the reference and nodded before they engaged in another lengthy kiss that lasted minutes.

"Don't you need to go prepare?" Linda asked eventually.

"Screw them." Dana replied and kissed her again, her paw gently running along the soft vixens tail. When they parted, she drew back, handed Linda a cup of coffee and went to leave. "Now I'll go prepare..." she said and went to leave, swinging her ass seductively as she did.

She could hear a man's voice through the door "...you sure it all worked out? You know how I hate to do this shit..."

"Don't worry. Our latest version updates the memory on the fly. There will be nothing left, except what we agreed upon in the script", a voice that was unmistakably Sandra's replied.

"I'm still...", he started until Dana gently knocked.

"Come on in.", Sandra said and Dana slowly entered, carrying the notes from the program with her and two note-sheets were she had outlined Sandra's next task for her. "Dana. Good to see you." the lizard said and shook her hand. A bit too anxiously almost. Apparently, her two guests were high ranking. One was a rather fat and old human man and the other a german-shepard-morph with a brunette bun and small glasses resting on her face. Both were looking at her curiously, as she entered. "Dana, this is Tim Sanderson" she nodded at the man, "He is the director of the finance department. And this is.." her hand trailed a semi-circle to the canine "Evelyn Myers, currently head manager of the department".

She didn't know what these people wanted from her, only that they were far too high-ranking for her to ever have crossed paths with on more than a chance encounter in the canteen. She shook their hands, noting their distant, thoughtful expressions as they watched her. She felt the need to quip, but bit her lip in an effort to keep quiet. "My name is Dana Evans. Pleased to make your acquaintance"

"Well, now that this is out of the way. Dana, would you mind telling these two about our recent project?"

"Sure", she replied and produced a few sheets she orderly scattered on the table. "Let me first say, I have not started with something tangible yet but the software is quite incredible...." Explaining what she was doing took almost half-an-hour. Tim and Evelyn intervened only sparsely, asking for clarification a few times but nothing more in-depth. She wasn't sure they even understood what she was telling them and when she had finished her explanations she was still as curious to find out what they were here for as at the start of the meeting.

"That's...uhhh...very interesting", Tim finally said when she was done. He eyed her curiously again, like some sort of bizarre, exotic animal. She didn't like it one bit. "You see, we are in sort of...a predicament..." Evelyn threw him an angry glance but said nothing. "We had an employee named Greg Evans. He quit a few days ago. You didn't happen to know him, do you?"

She frowned. "No, Sir."

"But you live in his flat, don't you?"

That was true. Linda had picked it, said it had been a perfect opportunity since this guy had apparently decided to run away like a coward from any responsibility he might have, leaving all his things behind in the flat on top. "We do. Me and Linda. She told me it was available, wasn't it?"

The man licked his lips. "Yes. Yes it was, certainly." He paused. "Should you happen to chance upon any special personal belongings, I'll be happy to take care of them." he continued thoughtfully, adding "I owe him that much."

Evelyn intervened at this point "Tim we should really get going. You have another meeting at three."

He nodded and looked at Dana with a weirdly pitiful expression. "Keep up the good work. We'll discuss further details with Sandra. It was pleasant to meet you, Miss Evans"

"Likewise." She shook hands, eventually leaving her and Sandra alone inside the office. "So.....what the hell was this all about?", Dana asked curiously. "These guys didn't have a remote clue about what we are doing, much less what they want with it."

Sandra sighed. "You are right. But you know how it is: company politics." She shook her head. "You were good, though", one of her reptilian claws played along her snout. "Say, why don't you and Linda take the day off? We can get started properly tomorrow. I won't be able to send you anything more today, anyway." "Is that really okay with you, Sandra?"

She smiled. "Sure. Enjoy your evening, Dana."

When she told Linda, she was strangely weary at first, like she wasn't entirely comfortable about what was going to happen but Dana simply teased her and dragged her back to their flat. "Ohh I waited all day for this", she purred as she started to undress the second they'd entered their flat, soon wearing just her lacy bra and panties and snuggling into Linda who was still dressed for the most part. "You know, I feel sooo alive today", Dana said, looking deeply into the vixens blue eyes before pushing a kiss onto her lips. Linda participated reluctantly, yet not without desire as well, letting their long noses rub along each other when they finished.

"Dana....", she whispered, when the skunk had loosened her grip and moved towards the bedroom, swaying her hips seductively in her direction.

"Are you coming, or not?" Dana teased. Linda usually did the teasing, but she knew that when she wiggled her ass like this, Linda couldn't resist and worry too much about whatever was going through her head today that made her so strangely distant. Sex tended to fix things and she was delighted to find her following into the bedroom and slowly undressing as well, showing off that cute canine body of hers.

The frizzy red and white fur that grew on her chest, her paws which lay among a petite black pelt, yet sported a few white dots as if somebody hadn't properly painted the canvas that was her body, the long blonde strand in her tail that reached through its entire length, shining slowly in the afternoon-sun that shone in from outside. Her muzzle, with those almost perfect teeth but for one that she had broken as a kid and never bothered to get repaired. Those blue eyes of hers that spoke of so many distant things, of longing and desire. Mockingly. She remembered all of it, as the vixen slid out of her panties and unhooked her bra, standing nude in front of the bedside Dana had laid down upon, equally naked by now. "Dana..." she whispered again as she climbed down to her and made her body gently contact hers with loving, tender motions. Dana smiled in return, bringing a hand to her cheek and gently caressing her muzzle, while another brushed along her waist.

"You look beautiful", Linda said.

"You too.", Dana replied, licking along her muzzle as she felt her crotch growing more and more warm.

Linda climbed onto her and started to lick along her neck, her long canine tongue gently brushing through her fur. Dana giggled, as it proceeded downwards with Linda's hands dancing on her hip and thighs. Ready to go where Dana needed her most. Linda gave her a playful glance as she pulled back and tenderly ran her muzzle along her breasts. Dana felt flushed, she hadn't expected Linda to take the initiative today, but as she felt her mouth descend onto her nipples and one of her paws gently appeared between her legs, she simply resorted to sigh and let her own paw run through the vixens brunette, flowery hair. Dusty lavender burned in her nostrils. Linda's scent. Her body heaved slowly, soft pads exciting her clit, tensing up her insides ever so slightly, while Linda suckled on one of her nipples. "Mhhhhh..." Dana moaned, squeezing Linda's breasts in return.

"You like it, don't you?" Linda teased.

"You...bet..." was her response, slightly muted from the excitement that coursed through her body.

"I thought.... I kinda had to give you something back today", Linda continued as a single finger bend downwards, prodding Dana's very opening in a determined, enjoyable rub. She licked along Dana's tit for a final time, before her finger sunk into her for real, her paw suddenly turned into a cute, furry scissor designed to handfuck Dana to orgasm.

"Ohhh!" she gasped as Linda's thumb circled her clit and her paw rhythmically buried itself inside her eager passage. Linda had moved to her side, had snuggled her furry form into her, placing her boobs in close proximity of her head.

Dana's tongue almost darted out involuntarily, playing with her nipples in the same way Linda had done previously, her whiskers tickled by her heavy, soft fox-pelt. She moaned regularly in-between. They were startled, lustful expressions. She didn't know why, but her entrance felt so sensitive, so completely needy and simultaneously so strangely....uncharted. As if she hadn't felt her pussy being invaded like this ever. As if her walls were something completely new to her. Not that she minded, since it meant Linda's finger slid in-between her wet insides only for Dana to discover new bodily fountains of pleasure almost secondly. She rested her forehead against Linda's breast "Ohhh gosh...." she moaned. "Where....did...you learn this...?" she asked, panting.

"From you, I think.", the fox teased and dove her finger even deeper, Dana's body tensing up as she did. "But... I have something else in mind as well", she continued and pulled her hand from Dana's crotch, leaving her to breathe for just a second.

"Oh damn...." she said as Linda grabbed one of her legs, stretched it upwards and pressed not just her hip, but her whole pussy right onto Dana's own, eager to do the scissoring not just with her hand but her whole body from now on. She felt a warm wetness leaking from the vixens pussy almost instantly when Linda started to grind her hips, keeping her body upright and gently pressing Dana's calf against her boobs. Dana's head had sunk back into her mattress. Feeling the vixens fur, her clit and her delicate folds sliding against her own, stirred her insides almost obscenely. Like being pleased orally and with a paw at the same time. She loved tribbing. "Thanks Linda...." she gasped amidst a moan.

"Don't think... I ...hmmmm... don't enjoy this as well", she replied letting her hand dance among Dana's chest and making her smile all through her muzzle in the process. Her motions became faster rapidly, though; Forceful and laden with lust as she mashed her furred underside into Dana with a need she hadn't thought Linda even had today. Her body tensed up again, felt the petite sack of flesh around her clit contract as her walls did the same, clenching down blissfully onto a non-existent intruder while her nipples poked hard against Linda's paws that clutched them harshly now. "Ohhh yes!" Linda exclaimed almost frantically as Dana's hands ineffectually pawed at Linda's body as well, completely devoid of consistent motion but driven on by the desire to touch her.

Dana's hip bucked into hers suddenly, wetness almost exploding within her like a hose had opened somewhere in her pussy. "Yes!" she screamed and simultaneously decided that she'd give Linda a treat as well now. She shot up, essentially bowled Linda over while their hips where still intertwined and moving against each other. She pressed her muzzle on Linda's, engaging in a lusty kiss even while they were both still busy panting and moaning at the same time. Dana ground her hips into her, the feeling slick and soft from stained fur. "I love you" she managed to whisper as her crotch seemed to boil, muscles seemingly evaporating into a tense, solid mass that oozed pleasure. Linda just moaned, then gasped loudly, her body tensing up underneath and pushing back against hers just as hers started to do the same: growing sensitive, flushed, twitchy and awash in orgasmic bliss.

Even as it faded, even as the minutes passed, they remained intertwined; Just touching each other silently and reminding themselves how much they loved each other with tender caresses. They disentangled and came to rest on the bedside only after what felt like a small eternity. "That was fucking amazing", Dana finally said, petting Linda's hand.

"It was", Linda simply replied, yet looked back at her with deep affection.

Dana immediately felt so glad to have her, so glad to be with a such a great woman. She smiled, yet her gaze was somehow drawn to a photograph on the nightstand. She grabbed it curiously. It showed two humans. One was a woman, the other a man. "So this is Greg, hm?", she asked, a claw poking audibly at the glass-frame in front of the guy. The man on the photo grinned broadly, a grin made to evoke rather than to know, to sell rather than to be real, with short, blonde hair that looked so ludicrously drenched in hair-gel he might have been a used-car salesman.

"So...?" Linda was looking at her quizzically.

"Well...." Dana grinned. "He looks like a total asshole."