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The account is new, but I'm an old salt from way back in the day when this place was called Yiffstar. I haven't written anything in a long time, but I felt this was a story I really wanted to tell. I want to turn this into a series, but I thought I'd see what you guys thought about it before then.

~Parz

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'Where's your Secretary?'

The Great Dane looked up from his Computer at the intruder, a Skunk wearing a pair of Hipster Glasses, thick frames, weak prescription.

'I've done thirteen walk-by's in the last hour, Kasmere!' he fumed, waving a now crumpled stack of forms at the Great Dane. 'She's fucking useless! You were here all this time?'

The Great Dane smiled slightly.

'Hello, Thames.' He grinned cheekily. He hastily minimized a browser on his computer, revealing the picture of his family as his background. 'I'm really very sorry,' he exaggerated every word, hoping the Skunk would take the bait and get even more riled up. 'Sandi's fetching some Dry Cleaning for me. Also, I closed the door so that people I didn't want to talk to would think that I wasn't here.'

'Oh, very fucking funny,' the Skunk spat dryly back. 'You're Hil-air-ious!' he seethed through gritted teeth, showcasing his thick Bostonian accent. 'Can you explain this!?' he slammed the forms in his hand down on the desk front of him, causing the Great Dane to wince. Kasmere breathed in heavily, and rubbed his right temple. The small smile never left his face.

'Are you hungover?' Thames snapped, honing in on the Great Dane's actions. 'You're a fucking disgrace! If I had any proof, I'd have your ass in front of a disciplinary tribune!'

'Oh, you're such a Charming Individual, Thamesey.' he grinned, opening his eyes and fixing the Skunk with the same condescending smile.

'Don't call me that!' Thames fumed back.

'No, I'm not hungover.' Kasmere stated, picking up a glass on the table next to him, which bubbled and fizzed. 'I do have a minor headache, but I think that can be attributed solely to the annoying little tit, bitching at me in a cheap suit.'

The Skunk jolted, like he had been stuck with a knife. His breathing became uneven and laboured, and Kasmere could swear he could hear his teeth straining under the pressure from his jaws. 'Well,' he seethed in a much lower voice, 'Care to explain that?' he nodded at the forms. Kasmere reached over and pivoted the form to face him. Through the Skunk's crumpling, he could make out the company logo above what was unmistakably HR Boilerplate. A few names and numbers adorned the bottom of the form, but to focus on what exactly was pissing Thames off would require much more effort than the Dane was willing to muster.

'That would be your Kung-Fu grip, Thamesey,' Kasmere grinned, taking a sip from the glass. 'You really outta lighten up a bit, you go around flexing your fist that hard, you'll rip your dick up by the roots.'

Another knife slammed into Thames' chest. His eyelid began to twitch.

'That useless Rabbit has been your secretary for seven fucking months!' the Skunk spat. Kasmere waited a moment, wondering if there was anything more to this revelation.

'You're a little early, Thamesey,' he eventually replied, raising his left brow ever so softly. 'Usually you have to work here for a few years before we celebrate anniversaries. I think her birthday is coming up soon, would you like me to send you a memo?'

Thames ignored the Dane, and started pacing back and forth in front of the desk. 'Seven months, she's fumbled every ball you've passed her! I've tried to schedule a dozen meetings with you, she says you're busy! Every god damn time!'

'That might have more to do with me,' the Dane chuckled without missing a beat. He winced once again, putting the glass back down on the table. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. 'See, I think you're a loathesome little prick. The chip on your shoulder is bigger than your shoulders, Bud.'

'Seven Months!' he fumed, trying his hardest to ignore Kasmere's remarks, but the twitching had spread to his jaw. 'Everything she sends me is late or outdated! My division gets held up because she can't keep up to date fucking files, and now this!?' he slammed his hand back down on the table again, causing Kasmere to wince again. The smile fell from his face, and he fixed Thames with a steely look that pierced his over-inflated ego.

'Please.' He muttered in a voice so deep it practically reverberated off the walls of the office. 'Stop doing that.'

Thames reeled slightly, feeling the stare that threatened so many of the company's debtors into playing fair. He reasserted himself slightly, but took a small step away from the table.

'Look at how much you're paying that Stupid Bitch.' He hissed.

The smile returned to Kasmere's face and he leaned back in his chair slightly, retrieving the glass again.

'She's earning more than most of Middle Management! A Secretary, Kasmere!'

Kasmere drank deeply from his glass, and lazily put it back down again. He closed his eyes and cricked his neck sideways, groaning slightly as a small pop was heard. 'Is this conversation going somewhere, Thames?'

'How long did you think you'd get away with this?' He angrily shot at the Dane, the nervous twitch continuing its spread around his face.

'Well I figured I'd at least let her set up a bit of a 401-K, then we'd see how she was going from there.' He smiled through a deep sigh. 'You know, have her do some work for me to the effect of Secretary, then every week, while she's casing the joint, the company actually deposits money into her bank account. It's really the perfect crime.'

'She's almost earning as much as me, you arrogant prick!' the Skunk seethed, swiping the Payroll forms off the desk. 'If management knew about this, your entire department would be Audited!'

Kasmere chuckled, and put his hands behind his head, leaning back in the plush, high-back chair. 'My entire department, as in...me?'

The Skunk's arms dropped to his side in disbelief. A small twinge of pleasure shot through Kasmere's brain at this sight, and he knew he had the skunk right where he wanted him.

'See Thamesey,' he continued, fixing the Skunk with another steely stare framed with the cocky grin he reserved just to see how far he could push him. 'What truly separates us from each other is that what takes you a small army of Yes men to achieve in one month, I can do just by my dang ol' self in a matter of days, and all I really need is someone to pick up my dry-cleaning, bring me the occasional Latte and schedule my appointments.'

The Skunk had begun to tremble ever so slightly. The Dane chuckled to himself internally and continued. 'Although I am touched you've concerned yourself with the Financial aspect of my office, and believe me, I am touched, I'll point out three things that will only serve to highlight how much of a tit you really are:' He closed his eyes once more, and took another deep breath. 'Number one, the finances of my department are none of your concern. You work in acquisitions. My old job, before I got promoted, remember?' he didn't even bother to see if this statement elicited more rage from the pompous dick. He knew it had. 'Two: As I pointed out just now, I used to do your job solo. Didn't need to deplete the company's coffers hiring a team of boot-licks to do the job of one man. Also, it's worth noting that ever since you took over acquisitions, you've bungled five big clients.'

The skunk's pupils dilated. Kasmere could swear he could see the Skunk's thoughts in his eyes: leaping over the desk and punching him square in the jaw. Of course he wouldn't have the balls. Kasmere stood at seven feet two inches tall, dwarving the skunk by a good two feet.

'In fact if it wasn't for Karen in Accounts, we probably would have lost Lynch and Pablo too, thanks to your ineptitude.'

'HOW DARE YOU!' Thames roared, puffing his chest out in a primal attempt to seem bigger than he really was.

'Oh,' Kasmere dropped the grin, and fixed the Skunk with a look that dripped in hunger. 'I dare, Thames. You're all sizzle and no steak and the Higher-Ups know it.' The Skunk shrank slightly. Were that comment from anyone else he may have been able to shake it off, but Kasmere's relationship with the CFO was well demonstrated, by the picture on Kasmere's desk of the Great Dane and the Elephant smiling goofily at the camera wearing the most ludicrous golf clothes they could find and leaning on a pair of custom made putters like they were walking sticks.

'Finally, before you get the fuck out of my office,' Kasmere flexed his biceps slightly, his intimidating size pressing briefly through the outline of his shirt, his grin turning into a twisted smile, the purpose of which was to bare his fangs. 'The company's policy of pay scale is set out in the company handbook you no doubt neglected to read when you got hired. Assistants and Secretary's don't have a pay scale like most other divisions here. Their pays are determined yearly through negotiation, and have to be signed off by the Head of Accounting and the Chief Financial Officer.'

The Skunk's eye twitched as he processed this news.

'In short, we pay our assistant's what we think they're worth.' Kasmere beamed at the stunned Skunk. 'I will admit I wasn't aware she was earning nearly as much as you though.' He grinned, leaning further back in the chair and stretched his arms above his head. 'Obviously you're getting paid too much.' He half yawned as he sunk down into the chair.

'Fucker.' Thames muttered quietly, his twitch now manifesting as a nervous tapping of his foot.

'If you have a problem with this,' Kasmere continued 'By all means, go to HR, but be prepared to hear the exact same thing I just told you. Of course, from what I've heard you may have just as much trouble scheduling an appointment with Trevor too. You aren't exactly in the running for Prom King around here.'

The Skunk cricked his neck, and put his hands on his hips. 'Maybe they'll welcome me with open arms.' He seethed back, voice trembling. 'Especially when they learn you've been fucking that stupid bitch bunny.'

Pathetic. Kasmere rolled his eyes and smiled again with another little chuckle. Fishing. The last stand of a truly desperate man. He'd seen this before in his work, someone been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, playing what they thought was a trump card, when in all actuality was a 'Rules of Poker'.

'That's a very serious accusation,' the Dane smirked at the bespectacled Skunk. 'You're welcome to take that to HR, Thamesey. In fact, I implore that you do. Along with all the evidence you've collected with it.' He dragged the 'all' out for a couple of seconds, to highlight his belief that this was baseless accusation.

The Skunk's eye twitched more viciously. Kasmere grinned to himself. Got him.

'Accusations like that can get a man in a lot of hot water. Y'know, if they stick.'

'Why else would you be paying her as much as you do?' the Skunk tried to affix the same cocky smirk Kasmere had been using all meeting. Mirroring. The padded bra of the intimidation world. 'Unless you were getting some pussy on the side?'

'Because,' Kasmere openly laughed at the Skunk 'She keeps this 'division'' he threw up air quotes 'In peak condition.'

'Are you saying your division is more important than mine?' the Skunk spat, hollowly laughing.

'No,' Kasmere grinned, rubbing a fingertip along the rim of the glass. 'I'm merely implying that. I'm saying that the lowest member of my 'Division' is more important than the highest of yours. Which is you.'

The Skunk began to breathe heavily. This was surprised Kasmere a little. He'd never seen anyone get so upset they stopped breathing. Out of Preschool anyway.

'Oh, come on,' Kasmere cooed, 'The best you could come up with was me having sex with her? I mean if you're shooting blanks, Thamesey, don't load the shells in front of me.'

The Skunk Huffed.

'I mean, could you imagine?' Kasmere laughed, at this point pouring salt on Thames' wound. 'Fucking a Catholic Bunnygirl? I mean, I know you don't think all that much of me, Thames, but give me a little credit. She pops out a little Dane or Bunny. My wife leaves me, and whatever she doesn't take goes towards child support. Not just for my current kids, but Sandi's as well.'

The Skunk bit his lip and processed the information. He had a point, the first thing anyone noticed about the Bunny was the silver crucifix she wore around her neck. Well, the first thing you actually noticed was the way her ass filled out a skirt, but the Crucifix certainly put a damper on that. Thames' eyes darted around his head looking for anymore bombshells to drop, but he had none. Kasmere smiled inwardly. He hadn't had any to begin with.

The Skunk turned on his heel and marched towards the door without saying a word.

'Do come back again,' Kasmere drawled out. 'I so do love our little chats.'

Thames stopped at the doorway, wracked his brain for a witty retort, then stomped away when one came to his mind.

'Psh.' Kasmere chuckled, pushing the button on the desk next to his intercom. The door swung closed again, sealing with a hermetic pop when it reached its terminus. He pushed the button again and a soft click notified the door's expensive lock had done its job. He rolled his eyes and sank back in his chair one more time, sighing deeply as he did. The room was filled with the dull hum of the building's industrial airconditioner. He thought to himself that he probably should have checked the door was locked in the first place, then again it was new, he wasn't used to it just yet. He reached for his mouse, and opened the video he was playing from earlier. His family disappeared and was replaced with a video of a plush pink haired rabbit, sprawled on an oak desk, a hulking frame of a Great Dane looming over the scene. He pressed play, and the speakers began to emit feral growling and moaning, as the Great Dane Thrust his hips wildly into the bunny, who moaned loudly in appreciation.

Kasmere chuckled to himself. If only Thames knew the whole situation. Of course it wouldn't help him if he did. This was the best kind of conspiracy, the one that went straight to the top. And out in all directions. Kasmere wrinkled his nose a little as he felt his cock bend slightly. He sat back in his chair again, and looked down at his groin, a pair of light blue eyes stared back at him, watering with the effort of keeping his dick firmly lodged in their owners throat.

'Oh baby,' he moaned quietly smiling down at the Bunny. 'You did fantastic.'

The bunny pulled off the Dane's cock and gasped for air. Kasmere felt the frame between his legs tremble slightly.

'Oh, no,' he cooed from above, he reached down and stroked his secretary's ear before reaching down and gently pulling the trembling rabbit out from under his desk. As the Bunny stood up , he noticed the Bun's skirt tenting as he reached full length. He scooted his chair back a bit, and with minimal effort lifted the small male onto his lap. He pulled the rabbit in for a tender kiss, which he returned greedily. 'It's alright Sandi,' Kasmere whispered after the kiss broke. 'He's a fucking Moron.'

The small effeminate Bunny, pulled the Great Dane in for a hug, running his fingers through the older male's hair. He fretted slightly, as his two front teeth nervously bit down on his bottom lip. He had known for quite some time that the Skunk harboured some resentment towards him, but this was the first he'd heard that Thames was openly looking into his personnel file.

'What if-' Sandi began but was cut off by the Great Dane, who had slipped his hand between them and underneath the Rabbit's blouse, teasing at his right nipple. 'Ah-' he moaned, his excitement spiking again. 'What if he finds out?'

'Shhhh,' the Great Dane shushed, the Bunny trailed off, as the Older male began to pinch at the Bunny's tender pink nipples. 'He's not going to find anything out. This room is Vaccuum Sealed, and there are no cameras. Oh, speaking of which,' Kasmere removed his hand from the Bunny's frame and reached over to the drawers on the enormous oak desk. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a small camcorder. The Rabbit, who was already flustered blushed deeply. He had originally not enjoyed being filmed while they had sex, but the Dane, his boss, had been persistent, and after a while, the thought of being filmed excited him a little. 'Okay,' Kasmere smiled cheekily, setting the camera up on the end of the table, focussing in on the Bunny's ass and the ten inch pillar of Dane Cock, covering the crack and jutting up into the waistband of the Bunny's skirt. 'So there is one Camera, but it's just for me. I promise, gorgeous.'

'N-No,' the bunny stifled a moan as he felt the slick hot cock pulsing between the cleft of his cheeks. His own cock jumped slightly between the bunny's lithe frame and the muscular daddy-dog he was currently straddling. 'What if he finds out that I'm...a...ah-' Kasmere had jammed his snout into the Bunny's neck, and had begun to take deep drags of the perfume he was wearing. Sandi shuddered slightly.

'There's nothing he can find.' Kasmere whispered hotly into his Secretary's ear. 'We've been over this, Sugar.' He lifted the Bun's Skirt, and grabbed the engorged pink dick that was tenting the fabric. The bunny moaned hotly. 'This is the only thing that could be considered proof.' he crooned, pumping the five inches up and down a few times. It was almost enough for the Bunny, who was never used to touching his manhood during their sessions. He had never had to before. He rapidly approached orgasm, letting out a high pitch whine, but was stopped, as Kasmere let go of the Bun's Cock. He pouted softly, as his climax died down again. The Dane brought the Bunny in for another kiss. The Bunny's eyes widened in shock, and he felt Kasmere's tongue wrestling with his own. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and allowed himself to melt.

Before he had met Kasmere, Sandi hadn't even thought he was one-hundred-percent gay. He had little suspicions. He had always appreciated the Male form, and had crushes on other dudes from time to time, but he had also had crushes on girls as well. He had kinks. A wardrobe full of women's clothes, was really the only sign that he wouldn't be opposed to sleeping with a man. His favourite comedian was a transvestite, and he was unabashedly straight. Just eccentric. In high school, whenever all the other boys made faces at the thought of showering after gym class, he hadn't minded. In fact he often found himself sneaking a peak occasionally, but it wasn't as though he ran back home and beat off under his blankets. He hadn't had much luck in the way of Girlfriends throughout his school life, a sad side effect of his small frame. Girls liked guys who were taller than them, it was a sad fact. After he graduated, he went to college for a four year arts degree, where he thought he'd have a chance to reinvent himself, but while he did mature as an adult, he never really felt the urge to go out and have sex with anyone, whether they were male or female. He looked for work for a few months after he got his degree, but could only scrounge up entry level positions. He worked paycheque to paycheque while at the same time keeping his eyes open for any jobs he thought would be good for.

It was slow work, but he eventually carved a niche out for himself. He moved into an apartment complex he could afford on his own, and finally left the hell that was Roommate living. Before this he had lived with a Boar he went to high school with, who had no standards when it came to sex, meaning that he would often 'score' four to five nights a week, with girls who could only be identified in gender by the fact that they biologically had a vagina. Every night he hooked up had been met with loud groaning, squealing and one squirrel girl who made squeaks so high pitched, Sandi, or as he then signed his name 'Sandy', honestly wondered why his ears hadn't started bleeding, so when he got the chance to move out, he jumped at it.

So what he was twenty-three years old and still a virgin? Greater men out there had done more with their lives with less. About four months into his lease, he got into the building's elevator, with a petite blonde chipmunk, who lived a few doors down from him on the same floor. He immediately noticed how cute she was, a discovery he was fairly sure was reciprocated as, he could swear he saw her blush slightly, when they both caught each other looking at the same time.

The next month was spent trying to summon up the courage to ask her out, but every time they found each other in the elevator, he lost his nerve, and rode the entire trip down in awkward silence. Then one day he had accidentally coughed in the middle of the silence, and a question came tumbling out. He had asked her if she liked Doctor Who. At first he stood stunned, wondering where this question had come from, before he realised her purse was sticking out of her handbag, the Zipper Ornament, a gleaming TARDIS.

After that, the wall between the two opened up, and they had begun to discuss their favourite aspects about the show. Now whenever they met, instead of abject silence, they were met with smiles, laughter and a debate with no end in sight on who the best Doctor really was.

He was still working up the courage to ask her out, when his Employment Agency had called him out of the blue with an offer for work at a Multi-National Finance Firm. He was at first confused about the job, no one could tell him anything about it. Rationalizing that he might learn more about it at the interview, he quickly put all these concerns to bed, when he saw the salary: 70k Negotiable . At first he thought they had made a mistake in asking him, but when he read the job description in the email they had sent him he clearly saw the term 'Entry Level Position'. For about a week he considered not attending the interview, there was no way they'd hire him, afterall. But as he had been listening to books on tape that his father had given him on his ancient tape player about 'Going out and getting what you Deserve', he figured that at the very worst they would say he wasn't what they were looking for, and thank him for his time. The night before the interview, he laid out his best suit on the chair by his bed. His thoughts drifted to the Cute Chipmunk, Audrey, and he vowed to himself that if he got this job, he would ask her out that very evening.

Sandi drifted back into reality and noticed that Kasmere had broken off the kiss and was making a show of rubbing his Dick between the Bunny's cheeks. He muttered hotly to the camera, guttural moans of 'Fuck Yeah'. All show for the camera. Sandi felt the fabric around his midriff tighten and loosen as the Dane's massive cock pulled and pushed the skirt up and down his torso. Sandi bit his lip, reached back and wrapped his fingers around the base of Kasmere's prick, eliciting a moan from the Great Dane. He slowly dragged his hand up and down the moist throbbing column, slick with his own spit. His own cock throbbed again, and biting his lip, he lifted himself himself up, levelling Kasmere's broad tip right at the entrance of his puckered star.

'Uh-Uh-Uh,' Kasmere hissed through gritted teeth. Sandi looked into his Boss' eyes, which were now filled with minor regret. 'Not right now, Hon.' He cooed, tenderly kissing the Rabbit. 'I've got to make a few phonecalls, finish up my work for the day.' 'I won't interrupt you.' Sandi moaned hotly into Kasmere's lips. 'Haha,' Kasmere beamed, lifting the rabbit back up, and placing him on his feet between his open legs. Sandi whimpered hotly as the Warm Inviting Dick of his Lover was removed from between his cheeks, and he was forced into standing. 'You say that, but you have a habit of distracting me. I'm not complaining, I just-' he began to manoeuvre his dick back into his pants and with a bit of effort managed to zip back up, but a grotesque tent pushed at the fabric. 'I just need to get this finished, then I'm all yours.'

Sandi pouted slightly, his shoulder length blonde curly hair tousled and teased.

'Don't give me that look, Sugar,' Kasmere chastised him behind that stare that could dissolve panties from twenty feet away. 'It won't take me twenty minutes.'

The Bunny, grabbed at the seams of his blouse, and straightened them.

'Uh, don't get too comfortable.' Kasmere chuckled, sliding his hands up the Bunny's thighs cupping his ass at the highest point. 'In fact,' he continued 'Why don't you go and start a shower?'

Sandi's heart leapt into his throat. Start a shower, as in, a shared shower? They had never had sex in the shower before. He gazed over his shoulder to Kasmere's private bathroom door, affixed into the wall right next to the tinted window, gazing out over the city. He excitedly bit his lip, then turned, Kasmere's grip on his Bunny Buns loosening, as he trotted over to the room he had used so many times to clean himself up after a particularly rough mating session with his boss. He staggered slightly, as the high heels he forgot he was wearing pivoted, but caught himself and continued his walk.

Kasmere stared at the pert bunny ass walking away from him. He groped himself through his pants slightly, but ultimately stopped himself from going any further. He shook his head and rubbed the sweat off his brow, before turning the camera off, and putting it back in the draw. He picked up the phone and hit the company extension for Trevor in HR. He was on fire right now, but if there was one thing he loved more than plowing tight bunny ass, it was doing so in victory, and Thames needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

The hot water sprayed down from the overhead spout, a large metal disk that hung from the roof in the sterile while marbled bathroom. As long as his stood under the disc, his entire body was doused from head to toe, not like most showers where you had to manoeuvre the spray to get to every part of your body. God he wished he could have this shower at this place. Maybe he'd ask his landlord if he would consider it. His left eye sharply stung, and he slammed it shut in pain. He brought his hand up, and it came away dripping black when he withdrew it. He still wasn't used to mascara and eyeliner, but he was learning quickly. Usually he would have spent the better part of an hour suckling and gagging on doggy cock and most of his eye product would have been washed away with his tears. That stupid skunk had interrupted them only a few minutes into their afternoon fun. He wiped his eyes clean, and rinsed his sore one out. Once he was able to open them again without the searing pain he began his cleaning ritual. Steam permeated the room, which mixed with the scents which only served to excite him more. The smell of raunch always excited him, but when it mixed with his perfume, today's selection 'Sunset Secrets', a delicate floral bouquet with lavender undertones, he found himself getting so hard that if Kasmere didn't have time to satisfy him today as he had promised, he'd have to go home and paw off to mental images of The Great Dane wrapping his blonde extensions around his powerful fingers and plastering his face in ropes of thick doggy cum.

When he first took the job, he was pretty reserved in his sexual abilities, but after a month or two he was on the same level as the pros. Today, he had just begun to deepthroat his boss from underneath the table, a custom made piece that had been rigged to support the bunny in his new role. Deepthroating had been a new skill in the Bunny's repertoire. Today he had just adjusted to the full weight of Kasmere's prick in his throat, when Thames had burst in. He almost blew his cover immediately, when he began to gag in shock, but Kasmere had calmed him down, by stroking his Ears, an erogenous zone he never knew he had before he met the Great Dane, which allowed him to bring his breathing back under control. It was a pattern he had picked up on pretty quickly, breathing through his nose when Kasmere's cock had left enough room for whatever air could escape. So long as he kept his mind calm, he wouldn't begin to aspirate and choke, which still happened frequently when he sucked Kasmere off, but he had promised that with a bit of practice it wouldn't be an issue anymore.

At first he froze on the spot as the Skunk openly insulted him to Kasmere, but was jostled back into action, as the Dane shifted in his seat, forcing an extra inch into the Bunny's warm inviting muzzle. He began to bob his head up and down the pole in his throat, when a loud slam on the desk above him startled him, causing him to bite down slightly, almost forgetting where he was. He felt the Dane withdraw his cock in pain, but relaxed and scooted forward slightly, enveloping even more of his boss' cock in this throat, who responded, by cautiously restarting his assault on the Bunny's mouth, by inching his hips back and forth with tiny minute detail.

He had come great strides in the last few months, but still had work to do.

On the day of the interview, Sandy received a phone call from the employment agency that the venue had been moved. He frowned slightly confused as he took down what sounded like a residence, but thanked the lady for her help. His next move had been to order a Taxi, as learning the bus schedule to the new place was more than he cared to do. When he got in the cab, he turned his phone on to silent, a trick he had picked up fairly early in his job seeking career, and browsed an image sharing site while the cab, driven by a stork who chain smoked, wove its way through the streets of the city. After a few posts had made him chuckle he looked up to see that the cab had found its way out of the High Rise buildings, and made its way to a neatly manicured neighbourhood, where sprinklers peppered lawns in neat rows. After a while, the cab pulled up to a pair of wrought iron gates. A puma in a security costume left the security booth and approached the window. The Stork lowered the window and nodded to the backseat, where he pushed a button and Sandy's window began to lower. 'Name?' the Puma asked, flipping a page on a clipboard. 'Uh,' Sandy Began, wondering what was going on. 'Sandy Sanclaire,' he piped up, while the puma scanned the page down to the S's. 'I have an interview for a-' 'Sanclaire,' the Puma nodded, finding his name on the list. 'Guest of Mr. Macread. Please follow the road up to the end, it's the house with the Jag out front.' Sandy blinked, as the gates opened. The Stork nodded thanks to the Puma and crept the car forward. He found the house with little effort. Most of the houses in the Gated Community had foreign sportscars, but this Mr. Macread apparently had a taste for vintage automobiles. He looked at the car and thought it looked like the car from 'Driving Miss Daisy'. The Stork pulled up at the front door, and gave him his total, which Sandy paid with his debit card. He got out, just as the doors opened, and a Tiger in a sharp grey suit stood left the house. 'Hold that Cab!' he shouted at the Cabbie, who nodded in return. He trotted down the stairs and as he passed Sandy, sneered slightly. 'Here for the Job?' he asked, slowing down and stopping to talk to the Bunny. He continued without even waiting for a response. 'I wouldn't bother dude, just had the interview of my life!' he tapped Sandy on the shoulder, then bounded back to the Taxi. 'Later Tater.' He smiled, then leapt into the car. He wound the window down, and waved back at the house. Sandy looked back, where an older Elephant now stood, wearing slacks and a cream poloshirt waved back from behind glasses. 'See you later, Boss.' The Tiger shouted. The elephant smiled and nodded, as the cab pulled away. Sunny gulped, and turned to march up the stairs towards the Elephant, who continued to wave at the cab, until it left the driveway, and began its journey back to the gate. The elephant's smile immediately vanished and was replaced with a scowl. 'Little Prick.' He muttered in a deep gravelly voice. 'You believe that guy?' the Elephant looked down at the rabbit and jerked his thumb towards the receding cab. 'Cites his experience as his Fraternity Leader as to his Organisational Skills.'

The Elephant cupped the Bunny on the shoulder, and smiled broadly. 'Don't get me wrong,' the Elephant continued 'I don't have anything against Frats, I just don't think organising Kegs will be a huge part of the Job, if you know what I'm saying?' the Elephant winked at the Rabbit and offered him his other hand. 'Bruno Macread, CFO of Mafesto Mutual.' He beamed at the Bunny. 'Im sorry to ask, but we have a few more candidates to get through today, may I ask you to remind me of your name?' Sandy's heart fell a bit when he heard that others were also applying for the job.

'Sandy Sanclaire.' Sandy offered his hand to the Elephant who shook it vigorously.

'Sandy Sanclaire!' the Elephant enthused, his memory now sufficiently jotted. 'The Arts Major, yes I remember your file. Please come in.' Bruno ushered Sandy into the house and closed the door behind him. He asked Sandy to follow as he strolled through the magnificently appointed Mansion, passed modern art statues and a kitchen so large, you could drive a dump truck through it. He led the Bunny to a sitting room attached at the back of the house and instructed him to have a seat on an armchair facing the largest television Sandy had ever seen. He took his seat as Bruno sank into one of two comfy armchairs facing the Bunny.

'Sorry about changing the Venue,' Bruno continued. 'It's an old Management trick. Really throws off the guys who prepare for everything envisioning a board room of some kind.' Sandy blinked in surprise. He didn't expect the Elephant to be so candid. 'Can I offer you a drink? We have water, juice, and almost every soda imaginable!' he boomed with rich deep laughter that forced Sandy to smile in return. 'You don't get a gut like this,' he patted his stomach 'without one vice or another. My wife says I need to cut back. I say I know plenty of guys with far worse vices than Soda out there.'

Sandy smiled and chuckled along with the Elephant. 'Thank You,' he piped up, 'But I'm alright.'

'Down to Business,' the Elephant smiled. 'I like that.' He sat back in his chair and adjusted his spine. 'Well, as I have told everyone up until this point, I'm not going to be your superior in this role.' He said matter of factly. 'Dumbass before you didn't seem to grasp that. Spent the entire interview kissing my ass.' He rolled his eyes. 'Truth be told, this is a very unique position in our company that doesn't uh...' he trailed off trying to think of the right words. 'Conform to regular standards.' He shifted in the chair and put his feet up on a Foot Stool. 'That's also partially why we aren't holding these interviews in a boardroom. We were hoping to make this as discrete as we possibly could.'

'I understand.' nodded Sandy. He didn't.

'I'll get to the specifics of the job later, but it's important to discuss why you were selected for it, so I will.' He smiled at his own little joke, and reached for a remote control on the coffee table pressed up against the wall.

'Now,' he continued, twirling the remote. 'Before we continue.' He turned his head and looked towards a mirror facing the interview area. He paused, as if waiting for something. Sandy frowned, looking at the mirror, and almost jumped a foot into the air when he heard a knock coming from it.

The elephant smiled broadly. 'Excellent!' he beamed, returning focus to the Bunny. 'You're the first one to pass the initial trial!'

Sandy frowned and switched his view between the mirror and Bruno.

'Oh, don't worry about that,' he nodded, understanding the Rabbit's hesitation. 'Two Way Mirror.' He beamed as though this cleared up the matter.

Sandy's heart rate started to creep up. What the hell was going on?

'Now,' the Elephant continued. 'What I'm about to show you may shock you, but please know this research wasn't done with any malice. What you see here today will remain completely confidential, and my partners,' he motioned towards the mirror 'And I would like to make it known that we don't judge anyone.'

Sandy's frown deepened.

'I would also like to highlight,' Bruno continued, 'That while this may seem a little strange, the job you are applying for is very much real, and you are currently the front runner. So congratulations on that one.' He smiled, and pivoted the remote towards the TV behind him. He cleared his throat and squinted through the glasses perched on his trunk for the right button, which he found and clicked.

The TV sprang to Life. Sandy's heart Plummeted.

All over the screen was a litany of pictures taken from various websites. Sandy knew very well they were fetish websites. He knew this, because he was the main focus of all the pictures.

There were many pictures showing Sandy in various compromising positions, but the mainly enlarged ones of which there were half as dozen, showed the Bunny wearing lingerie and Posing for a camera, one that at this very second was tucked into his sock drawer. One of them showed him splayed on the bed, wearing a frilly red number straight out of a 90's Romance Movie. Another showed him bending over and displaying his asshole over a lowered pair of purple satin panties. The main picture, the largest by far and displayed across the screen, showed the Bunny wearing a garter belt and stockings, moaning as he lowered himself onto a thick purple dildo, his own Modest cock jutting out unashamed.

The House was nicely air conditioned, but Sandy felt none of it, as he blushed so deeply crimson that it reached halfway up his ears.

'It's okay!' the Elephant smiled, as Sandy began to sink into the armchair in a mix of shame and embarrassment. 'Please don't be upset by any of this. Like I said, this is a judgment free zone.'

Sandy blushed and tears began to well up in his eyes. He had never been so mortified in his life.

'It's okay, Mr. Sanclaire!' the Elephant smiled, getting up from his chair. He moved swiftly over to the chair the Bunny sat in and sat on the arm, touching the rabbit's shoulder gently. 'Nothing to be embarrassed about boy! These pictures,' he motioned up at the TV, 'were exactly why you were chosen today!'

The Rabbit wiped his eyes on his sleeve, and looked up at the Elephant still flush with shame.

'This is you, isn't it?' Bruno asked, indicating to the Television. 'You go by the screen name of 'Precious-in-Pink', correct?'

The Rabbit's eyes welled up again. He wiped his face on his sleeve again and nodded, biting his bottom lip to stop it from trembling. He lived in fear of being discovered like this, woke up from nightmares where he was recognised in public and chased by an angry mob. Maybe growing up in a small town like that had marked him more than he cared to admit.

'You have quite a following online,' Bruno smiled, getting up from the chair and going over to a table near the Mirror. He picked up a clipboard and started going down the list muttering to himself as he went. 'Latest traffic software for this particular website,' he gestured at the Television again, 'Says that there were well over a thousand viewers in the first three days after this particular photo shoot.'

At this point Sandy knew he wasn't going to get the job. He was considering changing his name, moving cities, maybe even moving into a Quaker Community.

He nodded again, not daring to look up from his formal shoes.

'Took us a while to find you, I'll admit. Had to grease a lot of palms out there, but when we did, we put in a call to your employment agency and booked you for an interview immediately. Don't worry,' he noticed the Rabbit sink into the chair once more at the thought of his employment agency knowing about this. 'We didn't share any of this with them. If you're unsuccessful here, no one will know outside this room, I promise.'

Bruno marched back over to the chair and sank down, still going over the figures on the clipboard. Sandy wished at the very least he would turn the Television off.

'Once again, you don't need to worry, Son.' He continued, flipping a page over. 'All the other candidates today have similar credentials.'

The Bunny's ears perked up a bit at that thought. He rubbed his eyes once more, and finally mustered the courage to talk.

'R-Really?' he murmered, biting his lip nervously.

'Absolutely!' boomed the elephant, putting the clipboard down and smiling. He reached for the remote again. 'In fact...' he scanned the buttons and pushed one. The screen refreshed, and there on the monitor was the Tiger who had been so rude in the driveway. Shots showed him naked, wearing nothing but a baseball cap and an impressive erection. Others showed him hunched over a Lady Macaw doggystyle, who seemed to be enjoying herself, and another one showed a large bull holding the tiger down and fucking his face.

'Er,' the Elephant frowned slightly 'Privacy issues and all that, please don't go telling anyone I showed you this.' He shifted slightly, as the Rabbit took in the images on screen. He wriggled in his chair slightly as he began to feel his underwear beginning to tighten slightly. 'Point is, you're not the only one. You are the only one we've showed their images to,' he continued, flicking back to the Bunny's page, causing him to blush some more. 'But like I said, that just means you've passed the first stage. You're in the Lead! I was rather hoping we'd have more viable candidates at this point,' he shot a dirty look at the Mirror, and got a single knock in return. 'But this is very exciting to me, because it means that we've got our first viable candidate!'

The Rabbit looked up at the pictures once more, and blushed. 'I-I don't', he began, eyes darting from side to side, picking his words as carefully as he could. 'I don't do this sort of thing very often, y-y'know' he motioned at the TV. 'It's just sometimes I need a bit of extra money. I have a friend who said if I do a few shots, I could make some extra spending money, easily.' He wriggled, uncomfortable about the topic. 'I started with one, and the Admins from the site said I was really popular. So I did a full shoot for them.'

'Just out of interest,' Bruno asked 'How much did you get paid for the Shoot?'

'200.' The Rabbit replied. Seemed kinda stupid to flaunt himself like this for 200 bucks now. 'They said that if I wanted to, they'd fly me out to their studio and I could have a full professional shoot done. Said I could get 2000.' He blushed again.

'Mmm.' The Elephant nodded. He turned the Television off and shifted closer in his chair to the Rabbit, who squirmed in his chair a little. 'Sandy,' he continued, fixing the Bunny with a warm gaze. 'I'm about to ask you some very personal questions. Under any normal circumstances these questions would be illegal to ask in an interview, but this is a little side project of mine, and frankly there's no better way of sorting out who's a good fit for the job than finding these things out first-hand.'

Sandy swallowed hard.

'Please be aware that you have the right to refuse to answer these questions if you like. But it would help us in our search if you didn't. Again, the answers you give here will not leave this room, and you will not be judged for them.'

Sandy took a moment's pause, then nodded.

'As I said, this crosses the legal boundaries of an interview, and bigger companies than mine have been raked over the coals legally for daring to ask them. Rest assured that we have full confidence in you as a candidate for this task, but if you tell anyone outside what happens here today, you simply wont win if you decide to take this to court.'

Sandy frowned, but let the Elephant continue.

'Technology in this house prevents any recordings of any kind being made, and as you may have found out if you researched our company, we are a business of means. That's all I'll say on the matter.'

The elephant sighed deeply. It was apparent that he knew the dangers of proceeding, but had to anyway.

'Question One,' he began, putting the remote and the clipboard down. 'Are you Gay?'

Sandy's blush returned enmasse. He squirmed uncomfortably in his chair, embarrassment running through his very veins. No kidding, this line of questioning was illegal. Not to mention deeply personal. But the Elephant had been straight up with him since they met, and frankly there wasn't a part of the rabbit that distrusted him, even after having a bombshell like the Pictures from his past dropped on him.

'N-,' he began, sitting up, trying to ignite his confidence. 'No.' he realised he was shaking.

'Okay,' Bruno continued, glancing at the Mirror. 'Bisexual?

Sandy wasn't ready for that one. His entire life nobody had questioned his sexuality, so he'd never had to feel embarrassed about it, but he was now. 'You should get out of here,' the little voice in his head whispered . 'Just get up and walk out. How dare they ask you this stuff? Display those pictures? This is your own fucking personal life, dude!' And yet there was something that kept him there. Kept him ignoring the voice of reason. The Elephant genuinely didn't seem dangerous or threatening. He could feel the heat rising off his ears, but he bit his lip and nodded.

'Okay,' Bruno smiled and reached over to cup his shoulder. 'Okay, see this isn't so bad. I think that's the worst of it out of the way, but Ive never had to answer questions like this myself, so maybe I don't have any clue.' He shifted in his chair again, and picked up the Clipboard. He flipped a page and read the next question to himself. 'Ah, yes,' he nodded, tearing the first page from the board and tucking it underneath the rest of the dossier. 'Are you currently involved with anyone in a personal or sexual relationship?'

Again, another very personal, very illegal question, but Sandy figured he was in for a penny, he might as well be in for a pound. He shook his head slightly. The Pachyderm nodded, and read the next question. 'We can skip that one. Okay, next question: How many sexual partners have you had in your life?'

The Rabbit's blush threatened to cut off his air supply, but still he deepened in colour. He tried to open his mouth, but couldn't find his voice. He shook his head again.

'No?' Bruno asked, fixing a quizzical look. 'You mean, you haven't er...Been with...anyone?'

Sandy nodded.

'Wowee,' the Elephant mumbled. 'Talk about your honesty, Kid, I don't think I could have admitted that if I was in your shoes. Well done, my boy.'

He stood up from his chair and walked away from the area, over to the kitchen. Sandy sat there completely astounded that his day had so far turned into this. When Bruno returned, he had two bottles of Cola in his hands. He handed one to Sandy, who accepted it gratefully: His throat was as dry as the Mojave. 'I figure after that, I at the very least owe you a coke, son.' He glanced over at the Mirror and nodded. There was a moments pause, and three knocks could be heard. 'Maybe it's just as well nobody else has advanced to this level yet,' the Elephant pondered as he knocked the head off his bottle. He gulped deeply from the bottle. Sandy followed suit, allowing the cool, crisp liquid to lubricate his throat. He wanted to look the elephant directly in the eye, but couldn't bring himself to do it. 'I didn't realise that line of questioning would be so...nerve wracking.' Bruno continued, taking another sip of his drink, before collapsing in the armchair again. He put the cap back on, and rest his bottle next to the remote, before straightening up and smiling again.

'Well that's the personal stuff out of the way,' he beamed, filling Sandy's emotions with a little bit of confidence. 'There is one more, but we'll get to that in a second. I think it's about time I explained this job to you. I just need to wait for my associate to get here first.'

In the distance, Sandy heard a faint sound of a Door close, followed by footsteps, which grew louder and louder. Finally, a Large Great Dane entered the room, standing at what had to be at least seven feet tall. The blush left Sandy's ears and settled squarely in his cheeks. The Dane wore a dark grey polo shirt and slacks, somewhat reminiscent of Bruno, except that his shirt almost exactly matched his fur color. He smiled at the Rabbit and offered his hand to him. Sandy took a moment to react, but took the Dane's hand and was immediately locked into the firmest handshake of his life.

'Sandy, I'd like you to meet Kasmere Knight.' Bruno beamed at the Dane, who flicked his eyebrows up once at the Elephant after he let go of Sandy's hand. He took the seat next to the Elephant, and perched his right leg on top of his left knee.

'Nice to meet ya, Sandy.' Kasmere smiled, as he sat down.

In the past Sandy had been unphased by the concept of seeing men naked. Most of the boys he grew up with in his Homophobic Backwater town, treated the sight of seeing another person's Penis as a huge disgusting joke, but Sandy had never been that phased by it. Later in his life, this developed into a newfound appreciation for the male form. When puberty hit, he found himself pawing off to women, but at the same time discovered he could be just as aroused by men. That being said, outside of Porn and cheesy romance novels, there hadn't been anyone in his life except for the Elevator Chipmunk, Audrey, who had ever really stood out as a proper sexual candidate. When he first introduced himself to Audrey, he could feel butterflies flittering in his stomach. The sight of the well built Great Dane released a torrent of wasps that completely erased Audrey from his mind.

As he looked Kasmere up and down, focusing in particular on the way his shirt accentuated his toned tummy muscles, Sandy found his mouth gaping. He shut it quickly, but not quick enough. Kasmere noticed and shot a quick wink at the Bunny, who felt himself go gooey inside.

'Kasmere,' Bruno continued, chuckling at the very red, formally pink bunny in front of him. 'Is one of my closest friends and confidantes. He also works for my company. I have never had,' he turned and smiled at Kasmere who craned his neck to look at the Elephant 'A better Acqusitions man in my team, and I doubt I ever will again.'

'Don't get all mushy on me, Big Guy.' Kasmere joked, folding his arms across each other.

'Problem is,' Bruno continued smiling at this response, 'My company is currently Haemorrhaging money, and I need someone to find the holes and plug them.'

Sandy tore his eyes off the Dane, and onto the Elephant. Was this the job he was being hired for? He had no idea how to save a multimillion dollar corporation, and why would they need to know his sexuality for that?

'Kasmere,' he continued 'Is the best candidate for this job. I could spend months interviewing possible outside Hires, but when it comes down to it, he knows how to plug leaks, and frankly nobody else knows the company like he does.'

Bruno shifted again, putting the clipboard down again. 'This means that I need to put him in charge of Collections, a job that doesn't actually exist within the company yet on the scale I'm wanting him to work at. Now, I've given him free reign of the company funds to assemble a team of people to work underneath him, but Mr. 'High and Mighty' over here-' he jerked his thumb at the chair next to him. 'Refuses to play nice with the other children.'

Kasmere laughed and rubbed his temples. 'Basically kid,' he started, a big grin on his face 'I've worked by myself for years now. I don't really know how to make a team dynamic work in my professional life, and at this point, I'm too old to learn.'

Sandy frowned slightly, but nodded. How old could this guy be?

'That's not the whole story,' chided Bruno, who used his trunk to punch Kasmere on the arm. 'The whole story is much broader in spectrum. But I don't want to go too deep into Kasmere's personal life, without first explaining to you why you're here, kid.'

Sandy found it particularly ironic that Bruno was being reserved about Kasmere's life when not five minutes earlier he was breaking several laws to find out the details of his life after showing him pornographic images of the rabbit.

'Kid,' the Elephant began sitting up straight. 'I'm a relic. I've been called that by people for the last fifteen years of my life, but I know it's true. I come from a much simpler time of business where a handshake was all the legalities a deal needed to be completed. I'm aware that the world has moved on, but dammit, I'm not ready to give up my reign yet, and neither is my business partner, Waylon Simes. You may meet him later if this all goes well, but back to the point Im trying to make here: 'I started this company in 1955. I've been on top that whole time. I've seen a lot in that time too. Companies trying to fire across our bow, they've come and gone. But I still stand. There are business practices Ive had to learn just to stay relevant but I wont go down without a fight. I'm also very firmly of the belief that while some practices may be dated, they're still quite relevant. 'Now, Kasmere has been with me now for fifteen years. Started in the mail room, and worked his way up. He's one of my proudest achievements in this business, and I like to think Im something of a father figure to him.'

Kasmere nodded vigorously.

'But,' Bruno continued. 'I have also seen this Child of mine grow into the man he is today. A man driven by his work. He's parlayed some of the most incredible deals I have ever professionally seen, and not shown himself to sweat about it even once. I was his best man at his wedding for fucks sake!'

A dark snake writhed around in Sandy's belly. He could have gone without knowing that this Adonis was married, but he was quickly sobered up by the little voice in his head that pointed out the chance that he was gay AND found the bunny attractive was pretty low to begin with. Throw in a marriage on top of that, and the chances were blown up on the Launchpad. Besides, he was here for a job, not a phone number.

'What upsets me most about this,' Bruno trundled on, animatedly waking his trunk dismissively at the Dane. 'Is that I've seen this boy neglect his beautiful wife, put business on top of her needs. When she got Pregnant, he became the Father Figure I was hoping he would, he put work on the back burner and became a Dad first. Sadly,' he scowled at the Dane, 'This didn't last. His kids still have their daddy, and his wife has settled into the life he provides for them, but there's an issue that has been looming on the horizon for some time.

Kasmere shifted in his seat and grimaced slightly. Sandy perked up and turned his attention to him. 'When I was a little younger than you, kid, I think I was about sixteen, I had an accident.' He touched his chin, and scratched it slightly. 'A motorbike accident actually. I got clipped going through an intersection. My bike got fucking obliterated, but threw me from the crash. I sustained some pretty gnarly injuries though. Broken arm, Broken Ribs. Internal bleeding that took the doctors days to find and fix. But in particular, my jaw broke in three different places.'

'If I had known him back then,' Bruno chipped in. 'I would have wrung his fucking neck and that would have been the most gruesome injury by far.'

'You ever break your jaw, kid?' Kasmere continued, ignoring Bruno. 'Known anyone that did?'

Sandy thought for a moment and shook his head.

'Well, problem with the jaw is, it's one of the last bones in the body to stop growing. 'Specially in Danes. It stops at like 28. Which makes reconstructive surgery a real bitch. They gotta affix plates, screws, bolts, and if your jaw is going to keep growing, that can wreak havoc later on down the line. I still had 12 years to go before any doctors would be willing to operate, but I couldn't go around with a broken jaw for that long. A doctor in Switzerland heard about my case through the grapevine and asked if I would be willing to try an experimental procedure.'

Sandy sat, absorbing the story.

'Basically it involved a corrective apparatus that would shift my jaw along with my growth and supposedly not damage the work, but it required something called 'Hormone Dampening'. It's a course of drugs you take that prevent the spread of hormones to particular parts of the body. The idea was, that the device would shift my face around kinda like braces. That way, the device was in charge of the way my face grew, and with the doctor's help and constant check-ups, my jaw would grow to its full potential without Hormone's chaotically dictating their movements. I mean, they were still there, but they were highly restricted in their allowances'

'Worked like a Charm.' Bruno grinned. Sandy switched back to the elephant, ignoring the tenting in his underwear. The Dane's voice was like honey, even when he was talking about bone sartorialism.

'However,' Bruno cut across, sternly silencing the Dane, who submitted the floor. Apparently this would be better heard from the Company Superior. 'As most forms of Hormone therapy does, it left Kas with a few side effects.'

Sandy gaped again. He had heard stories about people who messed around with Hormone Therapy. Guys who neglected to balance their Testosterone could grow breasts that put strippers to shame. There was even a story about a Swedish guy who took a hormone therapy drug he bought online to increase his penis size and ultimately ended up impotent.

'Nothing too major,' Bruno nodded, noticing the look on Sandy's face. 'His metabolism started working overtime, so he has to eat more than most people. He fell in very well with a gym that helped support victims of Hormone Therapy mishaps, and found a good regime that quite obviously works for him.'

'I'll say.'

The room went silent. Sandy couldn't believe that had just slipped out. He sank back into his chair and blushed some more. The Dog and Elephant exchanged knowing smiles.

'You're burying the Lead, Old Top.' muttered Kasmere, who had begun to blush a little himself.

'Yes, well,' Bruno continued. 'There were a few more issues that the doctors weren't able to control with therapy or medication. Apparently the Hormone that controls bone growth is very intricately linked to Testosterone and Oestrogen. In ways that medical science is only just beginning to understand.'

He reached over to the table and grabbed his bottle. He gulped the last of it down with one swig. Sandy sat in silence and waited for the story to continue.

'Apparently, in Kas' case,' the Elephant continued,a small flush shooting across his bridge. 'His...uh...sex drive...increased.'

The silence in the room was palpable. Sandy unfocussed, as he tried to process this information. Why they thought he needed to know this information was a bit beyond him, but he had started to connect the dots, slowly.

'It also affected his uh...' the Elephant frowned again, trying to find the right word. Kasmere had begun to rub his eyes, apparently quite embarrassed. 'Plateau. If you catch my drift.'

Sandy didn't.

'The longer somebody goes without sex,' Kasmere chipped in, not looking up from his hands. 'The easier it is to achieve climax, right?'

Sandy nodded slowly, he didn't know for whose benefit, nobody was making eye contact. He thought it was bizarre enough that he was discussing medical procedures and sexuality with two men he hadn't known for the combined total of an hour yet.

'Well, it's kind of the opposite for me. The longer I go without sex, the more desensitized I become.'

The room again fell into silence. Sandy was left to contemplate what this meant exactly.

'Naturally, this is a Problem for Kasmere's personal life,' Bruno mercifully broke the silence. 'And more important it's a problem for his wife, who can't keep up with Kas'...er...needs.'

Kasmere sighed deeply. The blush had broken containment of his hands and was starting to spread across his face.

'Now, there are some people out there, who can go without having sex.' Bruno continued, a smile beginning to reform on his lips. 'But that isn't the case for Abby.' He broke off and shifted forwards in his seat. 'That's his wife.'

'I can.' Kasmere mumbled. 'I mean, don't get me wrong, I like Sex, but if I don't have it, after a while I don't even notice I'm missing it.'

'The problem with that is,' Bruno added, 'While he may not feel it physically, Kas begins to start spending more time at work. Now, Abby can't keep up with his Needs alone. And every month she has her period, which means that Kas can't do anything for a week.'

'Not to Pry' Sandy piped up. Both older men looked at him intently. 'But just out of interest, how many times a week do uh...' he trailed off. The dynamic had changed, and this was obviously no longer an interview. To make himself feel more comfortable, he tried to envision it now was just three guys shooting the shit.

'Four to Five.' Kasmere immediately rattled the number off like it had been perched in his mind for some time. 'My beautiful wife and I have sex five times a week. And I know it's tacky to complain about things like this, specially when you consider there are dudes who only sleep with their wives on their birthday, but to keep in a regular holding pattern, I need more that that.'

'H-ow much more?' Sandy didn't understand why he thought that information was important, but some part of him obviously did. Kasmere thought for a moment, the blush creeping across his face as he talked about his sexual dysfunction to a man with no medical degree who he just met.

'Twice,' he mumbled. 'Maybe three times, I don't know how much exactly...'

Sandy's stomach backflipped. This guy was getting regular sex and he wanted more?

'Have you uh...' Sandy squeaked embarrassingly. 'Have you tried uh...Solo?'

'Not good enough.' Kasmere grimaced. 'I find it boring, even when I have a video open in front of me. In the end I just get more frustrated and I take that frustration home to my wife, which only worsens the problem. Especially if it's been a while. Like I said, it's harder to climax if it's been a while, so I tend to get more...um...physical....than my wife can handle.'

Bruno cleared his throat, and the room fell silent again.

'So there you have it,' he said, removing his glasses and polishing them on his shirt. 'Kasmere and his Wife are stuck in a vicious cycle. She can't keep up with his needs, but if he stops trying, when she wants to go again, he has to be a tad more..um...violent to achieve his...oh boy...goal.' The Elephant replaced the glasses. 'Alternatively, if he doesn't have an opportunity to relieve himself, he stops caring and throws his frustrations into his work. His wife goes neglected and his children, my godchildren, miss their daddy. Which brings us to you, Mr. Sanclaire.'

Sandy winced slightly, as he had a fairly good idea where this was going.

'I care about these two,' Bruno continued. 'So much. It was killing me seeing their relationship beginning t to crumble. I'm on third wife, so believe me, I know what it looks like. I know the signs.'

He shifted again, this time to a more casual stance where he was accessible to both Kasmere and Sandy. He looked like he was about to say something, but couldn't find the right words for a delicate situation.

'A-are y-you,' Sandy began fixing the elephant with a stern gaze. 'Are you saying you want me to have sex with this man?'

The Elephant pursed his lips and wobbled his head slightly, scanning his mind for the right words.

'Essentially, what I'm looking for, Mr. Sanclaire,' he began, hopping to each carefully structured sentence like solid rocks jutting out of a Pond's surface. 'Is someone to help Kasmere with the running of his division. Light Clerical Work, a bit of Fetching and..uh...yes. Relieve him when he's feeling the pressure.'

Another silence wafted over the room.

'This was Stupid,' Kasmere said rubbing his temples. 'I told you this was a bad idea.'

Bruno rubbed his hands together and continued. 'Mr. Sanclaire, I have seen this relationship dynamic work. Granted, it was a long time ago. Back in the 50's. Back before red tape and bureaucracy. Women who worked the positions like the one I just described, were called 'Peaches'.'

Sandy shuffled nervously in his seat frowning slightly. 'Look,' he said, being as up front as he could. 'It's not that I'm n-not...uh...flattered by all of this. It's just that, taking a few photo's for a website,' he motioned towards the TV, which was now blank, 'And having sex for money are two completely different barrels of fish.' 'I know,' Bruno nodded. 'I understand, but you have to appreciate the difference here. This isn't Prostitution. Now-' he waved a patient hand at Sandy who opened his mouth to retort. 'Hear me out, please Mr. Sanclaire. Back in my day, being a Peach wasn't considered a bad job. I mean, it was never an official title or anything, but the ladies who took a position weren't sleeping with random men every day. They only had one partner, and it wasn't for money. It was to help the company they worked for. Back in those days there were no labour laws, so just to get ahead some guys worked 20 hours a day!' 'Now don't get me wrong, it was still a grey area. Back in those days cheating on your wife was considered a crime, which is why they had to do their duty with absolute discretion. And they were rewarded for their efforts. Not just by the men they worked for, but by the company they were helping to establish.'

'N-No offense, Mr. Macread, but that just sounds like hush money to keep the women quiet.'

'You're thinking of Chippies,' Bruno replied. 'And I admit, this isn't exactly a cut and dry area we're talking about here. If you were to ask me a few months ago what I would do if I found someone on the payroll sleeping with their superior, I would have suggested immediate termination, no disciplinary board, hell,' he gestured wildly with his hands, 'I'd even fight them if they wanted their benefits! But you have to understand, son, this is a unique case, one that requires a unique approach. Like I said, I've seen this work a few times in the past, It has to be completely consensual, and all involved parties have to be okay with everything that happens.'

Sandy let out a hollow yelp of a laugh, and sat up in his chair. 'You call me Son, Mr Macread, so you obviously get that I'm a dude, right?'

Bruno and Kasmere nodded. Sandy met Kasmere's eyes, and found a mix of sorrow and embarrassment staring back at him. He began to melt again, but shook the feeling by tearing his eyes away and looking at Bruno.

'He's Married!' Sandy exclaimed, pointing at the Great Dane. 'He has a wife! Kids! Why would he want to risk that?'

'He's not risking anything.' Bruno said, looking at Sandy over his glasses. A stern look, that put the Rabbit, back into a silent, embarrassed hunch on the chair. 'I told you, son, this is my project. I want this to work. Not for me, Not for my company, but for this man, who I have developed a very deep connection with.'

He stood and walked over to a wet bar on the wall behind Sandy's chair. He began to open bottles and clink ice cubes, leaving Sandy and Kasmere to fidget in their seats and exchange awkward glances. Absolute silence blanketed the three of them, until Bruno came back, clutching three glasses, full of Ice and Three Fingers of Amber fluid. He passed one to each man in the room, and sat down again. He took a sip and took his glasses off. He fixed Sandy with a solemn gaze that made the bunny understand the wisdom behind the age.

'Six weeks ago,' he began, swirling the contents of the glass around. Kasmere followed suit, Sandy sniffed the glass, but ignored its contents. 'I had Kasmere's family over for Dinner. A simple affair, we catch up every couple of weeks to chew the fat, but this time there was something different. Tension. I knew that Abby and Kasmere were fighting, and judging by the look on my Godchildren's faces, so did they. After the main course, I helped my wife clear the plates and while she was preparing dessert, a fight broke out in the dining room.' He glared at the Dane, who didn't look up from his glass. 'Things were said. Feelings were hurt. My wife ushered the children into the back yard, while I tried to calm Kas and Abby down. I already mentioned I was married twice before, Mr. Sanclaire, I had experienced that very same fight in my life. I call it 'The Beginning of the End'. They managed to calm down after a while, but I knew this was a delicate situation. A powder keg. Kas stayed with us that night. In the morning we spoke, and after I learned about everything that was wrong, I knew I had to help these two.' He took another sip from his glass. 'I know my plan isn't exactly what I'd call intricate, but I know from experience, that if everyone does their part, it can be quite effective. So, I drove to his House that day, and had a long conversation about it with Abby. At first, she was disgusted I would even think about this. Tried to throw me out of the house, but I managed to get her to see sense. She agreed that she would think about it. Three days later, she called me and said she had changed her mind. That she wanted to make things work for the children, and while my plan was, admittedly, quite crude, she could see the value in it.'

He downed the last of his drink and winced slightly. Sandy took this story in, and casually slipped from his glass. It burned the entire way down. He never was a big drinker.

'She had rules,' the old Elephant continued. 'Rules that she insisted I be clear about before I tried to set any of this up. One, she never wanted to meet this person. Two, this person was never allowed inside her house. Three, Kasmere would have to sign an agreement, basically giving up everything he owned to her and the kids if he left them for this person. And finally, perhaps a little late in the evening, but the main reason you're sitting in front of me today, if Kasmere got this person Pregnant, she would leave him with nothing.'

Kasmere took a deep swig from his glass.

Sandy set the glass down on the table beside Bruno, and sat back down. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sorted his thoughts into categories.

'Um...' he rummaged through his thoughts and raised what he felt at the time was the most valid point. 'Uh. W-why...Why me?'

Bruno looked at the Great Dane, who fixed his gaze on the Bunny in front of.

'Uh,' he began. He put his glass down on the floor in front of him and scooted forward in his chair slightly. 'It's um...It's a little embarrassing to say this...But you probably get that I'm kind of...uh...Bisexual,' he let the word hang there for a moment but continued. 'But uh also..would you believe that...Your pictures on the site...' he motioned to the screen behind the elephant. 'Would you believe that they were the first time in my life I'd uh...finished...By myself?'

You could be forgiven for thinking that the Bunny in the chair in front of him was Red, bordering on brown, instead of the light shade of pink he really was. He suddenly became very aware that the inside of his underpants were growing increasingly slick. Kasmere leant backwards, and breathed deeply. He felt like an idiot for divulging that embarrassing secret, but he knew that this kid had been through a lot today. He deserved the truth, since he'd been so upfront.

'When Bruno told me his idea,' The Great Dane continued. 'I was with my wife. Completely against it. Then he said if I didn't try to fix the problems in my marriage, I wouldn't see my children again. So I eventually came round to the idea. Bruno said I had to find someone who fit my wife's demands, but also I found physically attractive, otherwise it wouldn't work. You were um...,' he blushed again. God he looked cute when he blushed, Sandy couldn't stop himself from thinking it. 'You were my first choice.'

'Like I said,' the Elephant piped in, letting the Dane slump back in his chair and hide his face. 'I have put a lot of planning into this. Had to do a lot of work to get an appropriate list of candidates. We have one more after you, and I think we had five today before you. I told Kasmere that if he liked what he saw of any candidate, he was to knock on the Mirror three times. Mr. Sanclaire, you are the only candidate he has knocked for.'

The Great Dane groaned into his cupped hands.

'Oh shut up,' Bruno scolded. 'He deserves to know.'

The rabbit sat up in his chair. He had to shuffle slightly, to let the tent in his underpants be soothed by the lining of his briefs. He couldn't believe some part of this was actually considering the offer.

'Look at him,' the Elephant smiled nodding his head towards the Dane. 'He's embarrassed. He likes you, Mr. Sanclaire.'

The Dane leaned over and punched the Elephant hard on the arm.

'Before you say no,' Bruno smiled, rubbing his arm and reading the situation as closely as he could. 'Keep in mind that the Salary is negotiable. You'll be helping Kasmere take the company in the direction I see it going, and for that you will be amply rewarded for your efforts. Everything is above board, legitimate, we're even ready to advance you half a year's salary if you were willing to negotiate terms. Just keep in mind we have conditions of our own.'

He picked up the clipboard and flipped to the last page. 'Firstly,' he began reading from the list. 'I would have to insist on a full physical. I know you said you haven't had any sexual partners before, but I need to be sure my boy here is protected. Secondly, this is absolutely imperative, this can't be viewed as an ongoing job. This project will only continue so long as Abby says so. If she calls Kasmere and calls the whole thing off, your job ceases to exist. We are willing to discuss the terms of a termination clause, but rest assured it will be heavily in your favour. Thirdly, we'll need you to sign a gag order, and other standard boilerplate to protect the company from any backlash this has the potential to cause. And finally-' he squinted down at the last item on the checklist, and scoffed. He looked over to the Dane and smiled. 'You want to tell him this one, or are you going to be a complete pussycat about this?'

The Dane made another swipe at the Elephant who gracefully dodged back. He sat forward in his chair, and fixed the bunny with another look, this one full of guilt. It still made the rabbit's insides to to Goo. 'I-uh,' he he chuckeld to himself and bit his bottom lip. 'I really like you wearing...the girl stuff. In the pics on the site.'

Silence.

'Huh?' the Rabbit puzzled, completely taken aback by this last revelation.

'I believe what he's trying to say,' Bruno continued. 'Is that he wants you to dress like a girl.'

More silence.

'Is...,' the Dane shot a cheeky look over at the Bunny whose blush had done a full 180 and turned ghostly white. 'Is that a problem?'

While Sandy may have made the appearance of it being a dealbreaker, inside his heart leapt into the air. In all seriousness, the only problem with dressing like a woman, would be how much the thought of men ogling him in the workplace would turn him on. He told Bruno that he only dressed that way for the pictures for a bit of money, but for a long time, Sandy had always loved the touch of women's clothes on this skin. He loved the way he filled out a blouse, even with his lack of breasts. When he worked up the courage on some nights, he'd take a walk outside in the busy downtown district disguised as a girl. He had mastered walking in High Heels a few years before this interview, and had even heard the jeers from men in the street as his effeminate ass swayed from side to side. He only ever walked the same two blocks, and back again, before returning home, and pawing off furiously, his mind filled with the thoughts of strange hands groping him.

He shook his head, and his soul sank back into his body as the voice of reason in his mind asked him if he was actually crazy. He was going to take a job as a secretary, where one of the fringe benefits was letting his boss fuck him? How could he live with himself if he went through it?

'Look,' he began, looking down at the floor and up again at the Elephant. 'I don't know guys, this is all really weird...' he shuffled forward in his chair and pushed himself to his feet. Bruno stood up with him, but Kasmere remained seated, crossing his arms again.

'Mr. Sanclaire,' Bruno said, stepping forward and putting his hand on the Bunny's shoulders, who winced a little. He backed off slightly afraid that he might be intimidating the rabbit. 'Look, I'm sorry about all of this. I know this is a very difficult situation, and I understand your hesitance. If I may be frank, son,' he put his arm around the Bunny's shoulder. 'When I asked Kasmere to make a list of candidates, yours was the only name on the list for three days. He didn't want to go ahead with any of this, but I pushed him, and he filled the list out. He hasn't liked anyone but you, so far, and I supremely doubt he'll have any interest in the next candidate either.'

Sandy looked at the dog, who had begun to shield his eyes in shame again. His heart leapt and he felt sorry for the large man in front of him.

'I know you're in a tricky spot here,' the Elephant continued. 'And I know we're the ones who put you there. But before you say No, might I recommend something that will save the two of you a bit of embarrassment on both sides?'

The Dane looked up and frowned at the Elephant. The rabbit glanced from the Dog to Elephant and nodded slightly, letting him know that he would hear him out.

'Kasmere,' he continued, fixing the Dane with a 'Father-Knows-Best' look. 'Maybe it would be a good idea to ask Mr. Sanclaire out on a date.' There was a moments pause before the Dane scoffed loudly. He fixed the rabbit with a smile and began to laugh openly at the Elephant, who hushed him with a wave of his hand.

'I know,' he nodded sarcastically. 'Very humorous. But we're asking Mr. Sanclaire here if he'd like to take a position he's clearly not comfortable with, and as I said when I first told you the plan, this only works if all parties are consensual.' He looked down at the bunny again, who was being infected by Kasmere's charismatic laugh in the form of a grin. 'I know I wouldn't want to have sex with someone I didn't know very well.' The Elephant smiled. 'All I'm saying is, before you reject the position outright, maybe it would be beneficial to the two of you if you saw if, perhaps, you were first compatible with each other.'

The Great Dane pulled himself to his feet. Bruno withdrew his arm and stepped back a bit, as the Dane Drew level with the Rabbit, dwarfing him by a solid foot. The rabbit gulped deeply, as the larger male's scent entered his nostrils.

'Very Well,' Kasmere grinned at the bunny. He stood very much within the Rabbit's personal space, and while his mind was screaming out to retreat and establish a new personal space, his heart hammered in his little pink chest. Kasmere cast a glance over at the Elephant. 'If it will shut you up about this, old man,' he looked back down at the rabbit's blue eyes. Sandy could feel the heat emanating from his body. 'Sandy, would you do me the honor of escorting me on a date?'

Sandy blinked stupidly as the ludicrously masculine male smiled down at him. A part of him wanted to continue his train of Indignation, but when he breathed in the Dane's scent, every bit of rebellion his body dissolved.

At that moment, everything in his body screamed in utter ecstasy, but all he could muster was a slight nod, a quiet 'Um...Okay...', and a stupid little buck toothed grin. Kasmere cracked a confident little smile, showing off his highly polished teeth.

Bruno clapped his hands together and beamed. 'Excellent!' he boomed. He cupped his hands on Sandy's shoulder and roared with triumphant laughter.

The Jag wove its way around the streets, while Bruno and Sandy sipped bottles of Coke in the Back Seat. The Elephant had insisted that he allow his driver to take him home, instead of wasting his money on a cab. Sandy wasn't aware this meant that the Elephant would be coming with him, but he didn't mind all that much. Yes, this Elephant had just spent an hour trying to Pimp out the Gorgeous Great Dane currently staying with him, but there was something about his presence that was calming to the Bunny.

'I realise,' the Elephant Beamed, as he raised the divider that separated his driver, an Alligator with a Southern Accent, and the rear of the car. 'That you haven't agreed to take the job, but I'm excited that you'll at least give it a chance, son.' He beamed and tilted his bottle in a toast, which Sandy graciously accepted. Of course he wasn't going to take the job, but if at the very least he was the Great Dane's arm candy for a night, he would call this a pretty successful interview.

'But before I drop you off, son,' the Elephant nodded, forcing the smile from his face and attempting to look grave again. 'I do want to confirm the details of your rendezvous just so we're all on the same page.'

He picked up the phone on the dashboard.

The car from the outside looked like a restored model, but on the inside came across as a luxurious towncar, heavily modified to allow a small fridge, wrap around seating and a divider screen between the back seat and the driver. Sandy had been in a Limo exactly once before in his life, when he hand his group of friends went to Prom. This car was smaller, yes, but somehow seemed even more luxurious than the Luxury car that ten teenagers had crammed themselves into.

'Graves, if you don't mind taking the scenic route for a bit. Yes. Thank you.' He put the phone back down, and the car made a wide arc through an intersection down a road that Sandy had never been to before. The elephant smiled at the Bunny again.

'Alright, now just so we're clear, you're not going to be paying for anything. If you know how much I paid that bastard, you'd be morally outraged and justified too. Graves,' he motioned towards the driver in the front seat, 'Will pick you up Thursday Night, and take you to Kasmere. I don't expect anything too serious to happen, Kasmere may come across as intimidating, but he's really a big softie.'

Sandy blushed again, imagining Kasmere's 'soft' side.

'Just to be clear, though, this date has to be approved by Abby,' the Pachyderm continued, successfully coming across as stern. 'If she changes her mind at any point, and that includes during the date, everything's off, okay?'

Sandy thought and nodded slightly. It seemed fair enough. He wasn't a homewrecker.

'Speaking of which,' the Elephant continued, rummaging through his pockets. He pulled out his wallet, and from the folds inside pulled out a business card. 'That's me,' he said passing the card to Sandy. 'If you want to call this off, for any reason, I completely understand. Just call my cell number. I may take a few tries to pick up, but I will. Just don't feel too bad when I try to convince you back, okay?' he smiled and jostled the Bunny on his shoulder.

The car rounded a corner and headed up to Chinatown, ten blocks from his apartment.

'Listen,' Bruno continued apologetically. 'I'm sorry today has been so awkward. I guess it's no secret that I really want this plan to work. So, I'll make you a deal right now, if you go ahead with this date, and still decide against it I'll write a recommendation letter for your Resume so great it'll knock the socks off any employer who reads it.'

'Oh,' the Bunny blinked in shock. That was a genuinely nice offer. 'Thank You, sir.'

'I'm a stand up guy,' he beamed back. 'I may not be as young as I used to be, but then who among us is? I suppose I'm more accepting than most people my age. I mean, my brother could talk about 'Gay's wantin' Weddin's-' he heavily quoted the air with his thick fingers and rolled his eyes. 'Until I wanted to stab him with broken glass. But if you ask me, if two people make each other happy and aren't hurting anyone, what business is it of anybody elses, right?'

The bunny nodded softly. He remembered back to his grandpa warning every cousin he had at a family wedding that if anyone of them 'turned faggot' he'd beat them until his cane broke. He died a couple months after the wedding.

'Oh, one more thing,' the Elephant chipped in as the Car pulled up on the curb outside his building. The gator in the front seat wrenched the handbrake up and slipped the old beast into neutral. 'I just wanted to make sure you're clear about your...uh...attire for the evening.'

'Oh,' Sandy realised in his excitement he had forgotten about it too. Kasmere had said he really enjoyed the picture of the Bunny wearing womens lingerie, which he had drawers full of, but the only clothes he had really weren't suitable for a romantic evening. In fact, he did the numbers in his head, he'd pawed off in every single item of clothing he owned. Somewhat diminished the magic. 'Well, I could wear this,' he gestured at his suit, his inner mind cursing his stupidity. The suit wasn't exactly expensive, and hung in his wardrobe year round until the next interview. 'I don't really..um...have anything pretty enough...for a date.'

The Elephant waved his hand in dismissal. 'Nonsense!' he boomed. He picked up the phone again. 'Graves, I need you back here and bring the tape measure!' he slammed the phone down, and the front door opened with a pop, followed by the passenger door. Sandy and Bruno got out of the car into the deserted street.

'Graves is an absolute lifesaver,' the Elephant beamed. 'When you're as corpulent as I am, you learn the value of being prepared in case of an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction.'

The Gator grabbed Sandy by the shoulders and spun him to face him. 'Arms Up.' He grunted. At first Sandy didn't understand, but raised both arms out to his side. The Gator whipped the tape behind the Bunny's back and brought it to fit snugly around his chest. He muttered to himself in a language Sandy couldn't understand, then withdrew the tape, and plucked a sheaf of paper from under his cap and a pen tucked into the band. He scribbled an undecipherable note on the leaf and whipped the tape out again, this time cinching around Sandy's waist.

'The man is a genius with measurements.' Bruno grinned, rocking back on the soles of his expensive looking moccasins. 'It's like he and my tailor are linked by their minds!'

The gator measured seemingly random distances on the bunny's arm, muttering to himself and taking notes as he went. He measured Sandy's legs, their width and even caused him to jump forward when his hand grazed Sandy's balls while measuring the inseam.

'W-Woah!' Sandy stammered, unbalancing from his spot on the pavement. A delivery truck drove passed and the driver smirked with a weird look on his face at the scene.

'Don' pay me no miiiiiiiiiiiine' the Gator Drawled, finishing his last measurement and nodding at the Elephant.

'Sir,' Sandy said looking up at Bruno. 'This is all very kind of you, but I can't afford to pay you for thi-' the elephant smirked and shook his head, cutting the effeminate boy off at the sentence.

'Son, this is on me. Like I said, I want this to work. Besides, after the questions I just asked you, a new dress and a Cover Letter really are the least I could do.' He nodded appreciatively and offered the Bunny his hand, which he took and firmly shook. 'Tomorrow at Six,' the Elephant beamed, ducking into the car. 'Graves won't be late, will you, Graves?'

'Uh-Uh,' the Gator drawled, closing the passenger door. He pivoted comically on his heel and marched up to the drivers seat.

To say that night was restless for Sandy would be like saying that Magma is relatively unpleasant to stick your face in. He paced up and down the small apartment for hours. He opened the pantry to see what he could make, but found he wasn't hungry. All he could think about was the incredibly handsome Great Dane and the thought that he would be going on his first date with this Chiselled Hunk. He pulled his laptop over and googled 'Kasmere Knight'. The results page was chock full of random hits from facebook, including a Doctor in Serbia, but none of them were him. He had heard that some people in high finance chose to have no web presence. He gave up before he bagn to look on Page Two, figuring that if he wasn't on the front page, he probably wasn't going to be passed it. He then Googled 'Bruno Macread' and found a dozen hits from tabloids dating back to the seventies. One particular article called him the 'Great White North,' referencing a tactic he used to freeze out his competition, but most of them were generally positive and dealt with his charity work. Kasmere wasn't mentioned in any of these articles either.

He Googled terms he thought might apply to the Dane, but no mixture of the words 'Great+Dane, Motorcycle+Accident, Doctor+Switzerland or Broken+Jaw' fetched anything pertinent either. He wracked his brain trying to think of anything else he could try. He found one nugget of information lurking in the recesses of his mind, and when he typed 'Abby Knight' into google, the first Facebook Page showed a profile of a gorgeous gazelle smiling brilliantly white teeth and green jewelled eyes at the camera. He scanned her profile, and sure enough found the stupidly handsome Great Dane in a picture with his arm around her smiling for the camera.

He rationalized that it was kind of stupid to be jealous of a woman he'd never met, especially since he was going on a date with her husband the next night. A date she consented him to go on.

With a sudden bolt of Recognition, Sandy realised that he did actually recognise the Gazelle. Not personally, but her name had stirred something inside him when he said it out loud. Back when he was younger, his Mother had collected a series of books, Romance Novels by the writer 'Jazelle Hill,' which it turned out had been a pen name. The books had a cult following of housewives and young women, but had garnered some backlash from the community when a University Student accused the books female protagonist as being a sexist daydream, wished up by a man, hiding behind a woman's name. Hill retaliated to this news by going on a morning talk show, and revealing her name to be Abigail Blanchard, a very attractive young lady with a bachelors in literature and very little time for women who flew the flag of Sexual Equality when what they really wanted was Sexual Supremacy.

The next site on the Google Search were book stores and fan clubs.

Sandy seemed to recall that 'Jazelle' hadn't written anything of note in a few years.

He navigated back to the Facebook page flicked through a few more pictures, and sure enough found a picture with two gorgeous children playing on a jungle gym. A boy of about ten, Great Dane, matching his fathers good looks. A little girl, younger, gazelle, beaming a crooked grin.

He pushed the laptop off his lap and took a hot shower. He felt that he'd made it weird by looking for the guy's kids. He tunred on his TV, fired up his Xbox, opened up Netflix and played an old episode of The Simpsons. When it finished he realised he couldn't even remember which one had just played. He played another, but also found he tuned this one out. His mind was clouded with thoughts about Kasmere. He closed his eyes and tried to remember his scent when he got so close to him. When he opened them again, a new title screen had begun to play and Netflix asked if he was still watching. Without realising it he had begun to cradle his nuts in his palm. He turned the television off, and went to bed.

It was a fitful sleep, but it was at least solid.

His eyes snapped open, as his buzzer harshly rang through the apartment. Light was streaming in through the cracks in his curtain. He pivoted and slowly pulled himself into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. He rubbed his face slightly and stretched, but the buzzing wouldn't cease. He puled himself to his feet and trudged out of his bedroom to the main room. He wandered over to the front door and clicked the intercom button next to it, silencing the infernal buzzing.

'Yeah?' he called out.

'Delibbry.' A familiar voice grunted. Sandy frowned, trying to find out who it belonged to, but didn't take too long to figure it was the Gator from last night. 'O-Oh,' Sandy stammered, casting a glance at the clock on the wall above his fridge. Surely he hadn't slept in that long. 10:30. He frowned in confusion. 'Come on up!' Sandy called back. He jogged back to his bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He got back to the door just in time to hear a highly complicated knock on his front door of mixed tempo's and beats. He threw the door open, and sure enough Graves stood on the other side. He lowered his knocking hand, and thrust a package in his other out to the Bunny, who took it wondering what kind of outfit came in a box.

'Hold on.' the Gator Muttered, pivoting on his heel like he had the night before until he faced the apartment door behind him, over the doorknob of which hung a dry cleaner bag. He pivoted again, and thrust the dress in Sandy's direction, who had to move the box to under his arm, to grab the bag. The gator grinned and winked at the bunny, tapping his wrist where a watch wasn't.

'Foh-Tharty!' he grumbled, and pivoted again. Marching down the hallway. Sandy watched as the odd gator went, wondering what that could possibly mean. Did he just say Four thirty?

'No, it's Six!' Sandy called after him.

'Foh-Tharty! Was the only reply he got.

He turned his eyes to the bag and the box. He brought them inside, and after searching for a knife for five minutes, cut the box open with a steak knife from the kitchen drawer. Inside was a collection of boxes and tubes, a litany of glass and metal. He lifted a bottle out of the box and realised it was perfume. He blushed once again. The Elephant really had thought of everything. He rummaged through the box and felt his heart sink slightly as he discovered a small collection of Make Up and Perfume.

He'd been wearing Ladies underwear for years now, and his forays into the streets surrounding his house was a fairly recent addition, about a year or so, but he'd never been really attracted to the idea of Makeup. To him it just seemed like a huge pain in the ass that women the world over complained about constantly. He frowned slightly and found a card tucked in between two bottles. He plucked it out and read it.

'Figured if you were going to go this far, you might as well go the whole distance,' the card read. 'Graves will pick you up at four thirty and take you to a Salon to get your hair done. ~B'

The Great Dane sat at the table strumming his fingers on the white cloth. He checked his watch. Six-Twenty-Five. He arrived early, figuring at the very least he would get away from Bruno and his constant nagging. 'You be nice!' the elephant had snapped at him, while he was putting on his jacket. 'This young lady might be the solution to your problems, Kas. You treat her with respect and dignity.'

Kasmere sniffed. Like he was going to do anything else. Ever since he got back from dropping the kid off, he had been referring to him like he was a woman. He had agreed to go out on a date with cute bunny, but he figured that would be it. Of course nobody would be interested in taking a position like this. Except for freaks. The tiger probably would have done it, but he was way too macho. He'd watched him through the Mirror as the kid rattled off a long list of pseudo celebrities he said he knew personally.

Kasmere scowled at the thought of the bulky tiger wearing a dress and chuckled a little. He'd probably want to Hi-Five after sex.

He wrinkled his nose and checked his watch again. Still six-twenty-five.

As long as he was being honest with himself, he had always thought he was straight growing up, even as the Hormones in his system wreaked havoc with his perception of beauty, he'd always believed he'd only ever liked girls. It wasn't until he'd found the picture of the Bunny online that he ever questioned his sexuality. He'd even started stroking himself as he looked at the cute girl posing for the camera, an exercise in futility, but that night was different. Maybe it was the sultry look on her face, maybe it was the mixed expression of pain and pleasure as she tried to force more purple plastic into her ass, but soon he found himself properly aroused and honed in on the Bunny. He'd never been this far with just pictures before, but he knew that ultimately all he was doing was storing fire in his belly, releasing it when he went upstairs to his wife.

Then he saw it. A glistening, bubblegum pink cock jutting out from between his legs, pointing directly up at his face.

For some reason, seeing this cock pushed him over the edge, and he erupted with a roar that luckily woke nobody in the massive house. He sat back in his computer chair for hours, stunned by what he had just done. In his entire life, he had never been able to stroke himself to completion. But this girl, sorry, this guy had done the impossible. He had scaled the unclimbable mountain without even realising he'd done it.

After a short cool down period, the Dane noticed that he was hard again, and attempted to play with himself once more, but for some reason, the pictures, while definitely getting his engine running, couldn't get lightning to strike the same place twice. He gave up at 2 AM and went to bed, but from that moment on he found his imagination drifting to the bunny. He'd even caught himself imagining his wife was him, during their absolutely mechanical love making sessions.

Five months later, they went to dinner at their old friend Bruno's house, where a fight erupted between the sexually frustrated couple, and-well the rest you know.

He had put the Bunny's screenname at the top of the list, as he was really the only person he had fantasized about in his entire life. He focussed on the women he slept with his entire life, had never needed anything more than that. His condition while frustrating allowed him to focus on his studies and work with ease. But now that attitude could spell disaster for his family, and he knew he had to try and make it right. He wasn't thrilled with Bruno's plan, but he went along with it because it was better than any other plan he had devised, which was absolutely nothing.

His wife had been surprisingly stringent about reading the Bunny's profile. She flicked the pages back and forth, honing in on interesting words and muttering under her breath. He sat in the chair opposite her, the same chairs used for Bruno's interviews and blushed. He'd never shared this side of himself with his wife, but now he was being forced to lay it all out on the table. She put the clipboard down and calmly said she agreed to let the date go ahead, but he felt her eyebrow twitch in minor annoyance. He took solace in the fact that at the very least Sandy passed his wife's first stringent rule: The Dog couldn't get him Pregnant. No matter how hard he tried. His mind drifted to an image of hilting himself inside the bunny's cute bubble-butt, and releasing a tidalwave of cum.

He felt his cock twinge slightly and put the image out of his head. No, that wasn't how this was going to go down. Tonight was going to be a pleasant evening, a meal with someone he admired, albeit for the wrong reasons, a respectful kiss on the cheek goodbye, then Bruno would stop trying to fix his marriage with this sledgehammer of an idea.

He pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and pushed the button. The screen lit up and showed no missed calls or messages. Part of him kind of wanted his wife to come to her senses and cancel this date. He'd run back home, throw his arms around her and promise to never let his stupid sex drive damage their relationship again. He'd gladly go celibate if it meant things could go back to the way they were. But his wife had conceded that expecting him to curb his needs was selfish on her behalf. She may have been upset with Bruno originally, but she'd really come around, and wanted to give this a try. He had initially wondered if maybe he should read between the lines with this, and wondered if Abby maybe was alright with this plan, because she wanted to cheat on him. Or maybe had already cheated on him. He quickly put this acidic thought out on the doorstep. She loved him just as much as he loved her. This entire thing was spearheaded by her. He didn't even want to do it until Bruno convinced him otherwise.

He was woken from his thoughts by an exotic scent. He sniffed the air. Tropical Fruits and Ocean Spray. He turned his head to look at the figure approaching the table and his jaw dropped.

Sandy approached with the same cute blush on his face, and bucktoothed grin. He was wearing a black skirt that came down to his thighs and matching heels, which gave him an easy extra six inches of clearance. The blouse he was wearing was also black, and flowed about the midriff, like you might on the logo of an airline company. It didn't have any sleeves, but his arms hung gracefully at his side, meeting at the front, where he clutched a little black purse. His hair, which was notably long at the interview had been given extensions and was in tight curls. Reaching down to the nape of his delicate neck. His blue eyes were framed with smoky black Mascara, and his lips were full and red, the lipstick expertly applied.

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Kasmere jumped up and blinked stupidly at the boy. His new height still didn't even let him come close to his own, but he stood fully upright regardless.

'Wow.' Was all he could muster. He had honestly not been expecting the Bunny to dress up. He had stipulated that if he was going to hire him he'd need to wear ladies clothes, but the bunny hadn't said anything, so he assumed that might have been a resounding negative. Yet here he was. She was.

Sandy blushed and giggled to himself. 'Thanks' he mumbled.

Kasmere stared at the bunny for a while more before snapping to his senses and pulling his date's chair out. He nodded in appreciation and sat down. He had begun to push her in when he noticed the tightness in his pants. He quickly retreated to his chair and sat down before he made a scene.

'You look incredible,' Kasmere breathed hotly, still amazed that the young boy he had met the day before was now this gorgeous figure in front of him. The shirt clung to his slender frame, highlighting his flat chest, but this was really the only thing that suggested that he was actually a man, and really lots of women these days proudly flaunted the chestless look. The skirt accentuated his rear, and his cute little puffy pink tail stood out against the black.

The bunny blushed, and put the purse down on the table. He was just as stunned in the Onyx suit Kasmere had worn tonight, and could smell cologne wafting about his figure.

The next two minutes were spent in abject silence, each of them wondering just what to say to the other, which was mercifully broken by the waiter. A stocky bear handed them a slab of red velvet, which had the menu pinned to the front, and explained the specials of the day. He then asked if they would like to begin their evening with drink orders.

Kasmere scanned the drinks list and ordered a local brew lager. The waiter turned to Sandy and asked 'And for your lovely lady-friend this evening?'

Kasmere chuckled slightly as the Bunny's blush began to grow again. The waiter looked at the Dane wondering what was so funny.

'I'll have a Bellini.' He murmered, passing the drinks list back. He knew that at a distance he could pass for a girl, but the girls at the salon must have known what they were doing. He hadn't even had to announce his arrival at the salon, before a tall snake-lady ushered him into the back room. 'We have much to do and not much time to do it!' she had snapped, as other stylists swarmed around the confused Bunny Boy. He had brought the box of makeup as well, hoping that someone there might be able to give him a few pointers, before a small human in a very tight shirt had set the box up, while others worked on his hair. He had begun on his nails and worked his way up to his mascara.

Bruno had been very thorough.

The waiter hurried off, leaving the two alone again. They each scanned the menu quietly, before Kasmere put down the menu, fixed the bunny with a heart melting smile and said 'So this is pretty awkward isn't it?'

The bunny smiled, and broke out into a laugh. The Great Dane loved the sound of that laugh. Effeminate and Lilting. Just like the boy's voice.

'I was just thinking that,' Sandy smiled back. Flashing his bucktooth grin.

Kasmere felt his cock arc in his pants. He coughed loudly and tried to force the thoughts from his mind.

A half hour later, and the waiter dropped off their entrees of softshelled crab. It might have been a little awkward to begin with, but the pair had warmed to each other significantly.

'There's no shame in Paycheck hopping,' Kasmere smiled, after he had learning Sandy's financial situation. 'We all did it. It builds character.'

'I just wish it didn't come with the anxiety.' Sandy replied, popping another piece of crab into his mouth. 'It's kind of nerve wracking when you don't know where your next rent check is coming from. Or if it's coming at all.'

'Young guy like you shouldn't be worried about that,' Kasmere responded, taking a sip of beer. 'There's plenty of time to worry about those sorts of things when your wife is pregnant.'

Sandy giggled. He was surprisingly easy to talk to this dog. Certainly more relaxed than the interview. Any other time he might have been embarrassed that someone was calling him a 'Young Guy' in public while wearing a dress like this, but Kasmere put him at ease. It was like the world around them melted. The Great Dane felt exactly the same. He hadn't kept much contact with his old friends since he started his family, but when he spoke to the Femme boy in front of him, it was like he was talking to one of them. It was kind of refreshing dating someone who enjoyed playing videogames, and had a sense of humor that gravitated towards his own. He loved his wife intensely, but she could never take a joke.

When the main course arrived, Kasmere was shocked to learn that this boy was a fan of Doctor Who.

'Hold on there, Cowgirl,' the Dane Smiled, after swallowing a mouthful of Zitti. 'I don't think we're talking about the same Doctor Who, here. I like the new stuff, don't get me wrong, but My Doctor Who wore a long colourful scarf, not a dopey little fez.'

'Typical Oldie,' Sandy giggled, rolling his eyes. 'I like the Printing Press too, but there's a thing called the internet these days which is kind of a big deal.'

'Cheeky little shit,' the Dane muttered, shooting a fanged smile at his partner. 'You just see the Picture, you don't have any appreciation for the time it took to paint it.'

When the waiter came a final time, he asked if he could interest them in dessert. Kasmere looked at this watch, and shook his head. 'No can do, we better hurry if we're going to catch the film.'

Sandy spluttered a bit of his third Bellini. 'Oh,' he said, wiping peach juice from his mouth before it dripped down onto his dress. 'I didn't know you'd planned to see a movie.'

'Will that be a problem?' the Dane asked with a cheeky grin.

'Not at All!' beamed the Bunny, who stood up. He followed Kasmere to the counter and watched as he paid for the meal with a simple black card. The Chef, a loud lizard, came out of the kitchen, and shook Kasmere's hand. 'How are you doing, Mr. Knight?' he beamed, pulling the larger male in for a hug. 'Alright, Fabrizio.' the Dane grinned back. The lizard glanced over at Sandy.

'Ohhh,' he smiled, nodding towards the Bunny. 'Is this the Wife? You're a lucky man, Kasmere.'

'No, this is my companion for the evening, Fabrizio.' Kasmere grinned, offering his hand for the Bunny, who took it and came in closer to meet the lizard. 'Sandy. I'm offering her a Job, and I was kind of hoping she'd say yes.'

Sandy blushed deeply. He had forgotten about the job offer, but after spending a bit of time, the whole premise seemed much less ludicrous than it did yesterday. The chef kissed Sandy's hand, which made her blush and giggle like a school girl. Kasmere shook the chef's hand and ushered his date outside. Sandy wondered where Graves had parked up, but the Jag was nowhere to be seen.

'We'll be taking my car from hereon out.' Kasmere explained, strolling over to a very plush Italian Sports Car.

'Woah, nice wheels,' Sandy piped in, genuinely meaning it. It was black and the interior was a plush cream leather.

'Well I figure if you got the money, you might as well spend it, right?' Kasmere grinned, opening the door for the bunny, and closing it behind him when he was seated.

The car sped through the city and pulled up in an underground carpark under a busy mall, buzzing with people going about their late night shopping. Kasmere opened the door and let Sandy out, who wasn't entirely done enjoying the rich smell coming from inside the car.

'My wife hates this car.' He smiled. He thought about his wife and suddenly his smile vanished. 'I bought it a few years ago when she was pregnant with our daughter.'

The images of the children swam in Sandy's mind. He was worried the Older Male might be going south, when he shook his head, and closed the door behind the Bunny. They began their long stroll through the parking lot to the entrance. There was a bit of awkward silence.

Sandy frowned and decided to break it. They were having such a lovely evening, he wasn't about to let it turn into the interview again.

'You really care about them, don't you?' Sandy asked, clutching his purse behind his back.

Kasmere nodded, then grinned at the Bunny. Talking about it seemed to make the sting hurt less. He reached for his phone, but stopped. He'd only checked it moment earlier.

'Never in doubt.' He muttered, putting his hands in his pockets as he strolled. 'The last few years have been really taxing, but when it gets down to it, I wouldn't change it for the world. I haven't seen my kids in weeks, and Im really starting to miss them...' he strolled stoically. 'I understand why my wife is doing this, I do, I just wish I could...I dunno...' he trailed off.

'Go back to the way things were?' Sandy offered.

'Exactly!' Kasmere beamed. 'I know that it can't and it probably shouldn't either, but I miss things being simple.'

Sandy smiled. He reached into the dog's pocket, and pulled his arm out, entwining his fingers around the older males. Kasmere blushed slightly, but didn't pull his away.

Hand in Hand the two of them walked the entire parking lot and into the Mall, where they turned right and went up the escalators to the cinema. A sign at the said 'Cinema Closed for a Private Function'. At first Sandy was a little confused by the velvet rope at the top of the escalators, but as they drew nearer, an older Panda in a red vest hurried forward and unhooked it for them.

'Um,' Sandy bemused, as they passed the Panda, who smiled broadly.

'Oh, right,' Kasmere understood, as the Bunny looked around the Deserted Multiplex. 'Well, Bruno said I couldn't cheap out on this date, but I really wanted to see the new Hasselbach film.' He pointed at a Standee of a Chameleon in a ten gallon hat, aiming dwon the sights of a Lever Action rifle into the distance: a resurgence of the Western Genre had really taken the Box Office by storm lately.

'So you rented out an entire Cinema?' Sandy smirked.

'I've had bad experiences in the Past.' Kasmere offered matter of factly. 'I took my wife here once on a date, before the kids were born, and they squeezed us in between a family of seven kids and two sweaty Rhino's. I'll tell you now, it's kind of difficult to make a move when every time Zander Planet does a terrible accent, the guy in the seat next to you roars with laughter and dumps half a tonne of popcorn into your lap.'

Sandy blushed and smiled. 'Gonna make a move then, Stud?' he teased.

Kasmere blushed and smiled embarrassingly. 'Oh, n-no I didn't mean that. I just-'

Sandy squeezed the Dane's hand in his, and began to steer him towards the Panda, who had hurried forward to open a second velvet rope.

'May I interest you in some refreshments this evening?' he beamed. 'I can bring them to your seats, if you'd like.'

The Bunny thought for a moment, then asked if he could get a coke. Never felt right to watch a movie without a drink. The Dane also ordered a coke.

'I'll fetch them for you once you're seated, sir and madam.'

Sandy began to tremble a little. Something about being called Madam was deeply exciting him.

The Panda hooked the velvet rope to the bollard and then hurredly rushed down the corridor to the Cinema at the very end of the Hall, labelled 'Megaview'. He opened the door and waited as the couple casually strolled up the corridor towards him.

'After that little incident,' Kasmere continued, as they walked 'I commissioned a home cinema to be added to our house.'

Sandy burst out in Laughter. Kasmere blushed slightly.

'No offense, dude, but you had one bad experience at the Movies, so you built a new room for your house so you'd never have to go back?'

'It's not that crazy!' The Dane smiled.

'You're like one of those guys that rent out Disneyworld for a day. Shuts everything down and only has like one family walking through a massive park.'

Kasmere shot a quizzical look at the Bunny. 'There are people that do that?'

'Dude!' Sandy laughed loudly. 'You rented out a Cinema!'

'Well I don't know,' the Dane blushed slightly. Maybe this all was a bit much. 'I've never been to Disneyworld.'

'You've never taken your kids?' Sandy tilted his head comically. When the Dane shook his head he giggled. 'I figured that was the first place rich guys took their kids.'

'If I'm being honest,' Kasmere replied 'We don't really travel all that much. Maybe I will take them some day.' He trailed off, trying not to think about the state affairs.

'Must be nice having money.' Sandy grinned.

'Coming from someone who at different points in his life has had no money and had a lot? I cannot say enough nice things about having it.' Kasmere nodded. 'Besides, Bruno said, and I quote: Treat that young lady like a princess for an evening. So I figured, this was a good compromise.'

Sandy's blush deepened as they passed the Panda, who would not stop smiling. He could certainly get used to being treated like this.

The Megaview Cinema was a small room with only about twenty five chairs, but these seats were plush. Usually it would cost somebody three times what it cost normally to watch a film in here, so Sandy had never experienced it. The seats were large and comfy, with plenty of room to spread your legs. They even reclined to allow for maximum comfort. They strolled up the steps, Sandy asked if they could sit at the back, because that's where the best seats in the house were. They sat in the row just in front of the back, dead centre. Usually Sandy had to settle for whatever he could find, but when he did find these seats available, he leaped at the chance. They relaxed, and the Panda bowed slightly, loudly announced he was going to get their Beverages.

'How much does it take to have people do that for you?' Sandy asked, nodding towards the exit the Panda had just hurried through.

'You'd be surprised.' Kasmere grinned. 'I mean, this isn't a busy night for them, but still I had to recoup the losses they made turning people away. In the end it would have been cheaper to just hire out one of these Rooms, but you wouldn't get the Butler service.' He smiled and gestured to the door. 'But in the end, I uh...' he blushed a little 'I kinda think you're worth it.'

The rabbit blushed deeply, feeling the lacy underwear he was wearing beginning to strain slightly. The Panda returned with their drinks, which he placed in their respective cupholders. He stood off to the side again and cleared his throat.

'I'll be going now, Sir and Madam. For the rest of the evening you will have complete privacy. Should you need me for anything, please push the button on your armrest.' He indicated to the arms of the chairs, which Sandy just realised had a selection of buttons. She noted the one of the nondescript figure holding a glass on a tray. 'At the end of the evening, you may use the Private Exit,' the Panda continued, pointing at the door on the opposite side of the room entrance, 'Which will lead you to your car, if you parked in the area we marked out for you.'

Kasmere nodded and grinned at the Panda.

'Before I go,' the Panda added 'Would you just like to see the main attaraction for the evening, or would you prefer it if we played a selection of Teaser Trailers for upcoming attractions before? Really it's up to the individual theatre-goer.'

Sandy piped up immediately. 'Trailers, Please!' he beamed. 'It's one of my favourite parts of going to the movies.'

Kasmere raised an eyebrow at the Bunny and smiled. 'You heard the Lady.' He grinned at the Panda, who again bowed, and left the room.

The cinema went dark for a few moments, before the screen lit up and warned the almost empty room that the following clip was not yet rated.

The couple watched the trailers with great interest as they played. When a continuation of a Super Hero franchise played they both agreed that it looked good, but they probably would wait until it was out on video. Sequels were never as good as the original, despite the amount of jokes a movie made about that very fact.

A clip for Zander Planet's new movie began, and Kasmere wrinkled his nose in disgust. Apparently this was another one of those ill-fated titles where the main characters are all played by the same guy. Sandy agreed that he really didn't think the movie was necessary, and that Planet hadn't been good since his first few films.

'Ah, now this!' Kasmere beamed as a Trailer began for the new Harry Potter franchise, 'I would gladly go see. The other movies were great!'

'You like the Books?' Sandy asked, taking a sip of coke.

'I was a little old for the Book Craze when it came through,' Kasmere grinned. 'I really would like to read them, but I don't get enough free time to read anything particularly meaty. That's why I like films. Only need to pay attention for a few hours.'

Sandy rolled his eyes and took another sip of coke.

'My kids are reading them now,' Kasmere added wistfully. 'I suppose that's the best thing about stories like that, they stand the test of time, where other Media doesn't.'

'Zander Planet?' grinned the Bunny.

'Exactly.' Nodded the Dane.

The Bunny considered for a moment, then put his drink down in the Cup Holder on the other side. With a little bit of difficulty, he pulled at the arm rest that separated the two of them. Kasmere saw what he was doing, and with a little surprise, helped him shift it up. The Bunny pressed the armrest into the crevice between the seats and cuddled up to the large dog, who blushed furiously and rearranged himself so that the Bunny could lean against him with more comfort. Sandy rest his head on the large males arm and curled his hands around his forearm.

The rest of the trailers played in silence, as the two cuddled. Kasmere was grateful the lights were low, because he had turned bright red. It felt strange to look down and see curly blonde hair resting on his arm instead of Abby's black straightened. He certainly didn't hate it though. Sandy worried if maybe he'd made his move too fast, as the talking had again stopped. He was worried he may have ruined the evening, when the Dane pulled his arm away, but smiled to himself inwardly when the dog lifted it up and placed it over the Rabbits' shoulder, letting the boy sidle up to his torso, where he rested is head on Kasmere's right Pectoral. He could smell the Cologne very well from this vantage point, but there was something else. Earthy. The Dane's natural musk. He blushed again and stupidly grinned to himself in the dark.

A harmonica player began his tune as the opening title of the Movie announced that the treasure of the Sierra Madre had been lost for eons, forgotten by the Annals of History. But in 1835, a man appeared on the frontier whose swarn duty was to find the treasure. That man...Was Banjo, and the scene opened up as a filthy, unshaved Chameleon trudged through the desert. He stopped and withdrew a canteen from his pack, brought it his lips and cursed that he found it empty. He cast it down into the sands beside him and recommenced his journey across the vast expanse.

Kasmere watched interested in the film, but had just noticed his heart beating a little faster than usual. He couldn't be blamed, the Bunny's delicious perfume met his nostrils and he savoured the scent. The bunny was warm, and felt really good pressed into him like he was. He had been grasping Sandy's elbow, but as he looked down the rabbit's form, his eyes lingered a little too long on his skirt. His heart rate increased again, and he felt his body temperature rise. He squeezed the bunny's arm, and worried that he might have been a little tight. He wrestled with his own inner demons, wondering whether or not he should but he eventually came to the conclusion that he was only fighting because he truly wanted to.

He let go of the Rabbit's arm and placed his hand on the younger male's rump.

Sandy jumped slightly. He had not been expecting that. The big dog's hand rested on his ass. He began to breathe hotly. It may not have been much, but this was the furthest he'd ever gone with anyone, and the fact that it was with the sexiest man he'd ever met, he felt it was the most significant moment of his life.

The movie continued, but Sandy couldn't have cared less. He felt truly safe cuddled up to Kasmere, a feeling he never wanted to end. Kasmere had also lost interest in the movie, as the voices in his soul debated against each other. He simply couldn't grasp the fact that his wife was okay with this, and no matter how much the primal need in his gut screamed to explore how far the Bunny was willing to go with this, he couldn't drop the fear that Abby would never take him back.

For about twenty minutes, neither male made any movements. Sandy thought it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but after a while he became painfully aware of his panties straining to keep this erection contained. He tried to shift his thoughts to the movie, but after a moments concentration, he became aware of the Great Dane's heart beat, which only served to intensify his excitement. He tried to think of the un-sexiest thoughts he could, but every time the Great Dane moved, the Bunny was met with that gorgeous scent, knocking any attempt to calm down squarely out of his mind.

'What are you doing?' the voice of reason demanded. 'Are you seriously going to try and seduce this married man? For a job?' The rest of reason was knocked out by a familiar feeling he wasn't sure he recognised at first. He immediately figured it out when another waft of scent hit his nose, and his brain began to drool. Hunger. The same hunger he'd felt whenever men on the street catcalled him, wandering his neighbourhood. But this was different. While being teased on the street was one thing, the powerful urge in his stomach lashed out at reason, now that he had an actual man, willing to satisfy his curiosity. The movie passed and the Newly Shaved Gunslinger entered a tavern, and approached a table of gentleman playing cards. To find the Sierra Madre he needed to rob a train, and for that he was going to need the help of a prospector, who as luck transpired had a weakness for cards.

The movie may as well have been in Turkish, neither of them were really paying attention.

His mind raced with thoughts of his wife, the online pictures of the Bunny, and just when he felt he couldn't take anymore, his analytical side kicked in, and the last memory of his wife swam to the surface. She had approved Sandy, and was walking to her car. Kasmere followed, and when they reached the front door of Bruno's house, they stood there awkwardly looking at eachother. After a while, they both reached in for a hug. Kasmere wrapped his arms around his wife, and pulled her close.

'I love you, Kasmere,' she said quietly in the embrace. His heart leapt, but when he broke the hug, he noticed she had tears in her eyes. 'Im sorry this has been so difficult. But I want you to know that whatever happens, I only want you to be happy.'

Kasmere nodded, trying not to get misty as well.

'If this is what it takes to get our marriage back on track...' she bit her lip, but fixed him with a determined look. 'Then I want you to do it. But I want you to promise me that you'll come home.' Tears began to fall from her beautiful green eyes. 'Come home and be the Husband and Father I know you can be.'

They hugged again, and Kasmere wiped his face.

'Fuck it.' He muttered to himself.

'Wha-' Sandy began to ask but gasped in shock, as two powerful arms lifted him up by his torso, and pulled him into place on Kasmere's lap. He sat in shock for a moment, his heart hammering on the inside of his chest, as the Great Dane, settled him into the most intimate embrace of his life.

All Kasmere could smell was the Plush Bunny in front of him. He had slung his long ears over the dog's shoulder.

The initial shock wore down, and Sandy began to breathe heavily. The room was empty save for the two of them and cool, but the heat emanating from them was incredible. Kasmere wrapped his arm around the Bunny's midriff and held him close. Sandy sat there, allowing it to happen. Welcoming it.

They again turned their attention back to the movie, as the Chameleon found himself in the middle of a Showdown, crouched behind a water trough in the centre of town. He flipped his revolver open, and found only two bullets sitting in their chambers. He spat out a curse and flipped it back. There were at least seven of the Governor's men looki-

Sandy lost his breath, when he felt something brushing the side of his face. Kasmere's masculine paw had begun to stroke the Bunny's cheek, which after the initial shock, the Bunny nuzzled back again. He felt a twinge from his Panties, and ran his hand up and down the powerful arm stroking his face. A new scent entered his nostrils. Strong and unfamiliar, but definitely not unpleasant. Pure masculinity. He wriggled his ass a little into Kasmere's groin, and was shocked to find he was sitting on top of a grotesquely strained lump. Kasmere let out a short, low growl at this attention. Whether in appreciation Sandy wasn't quite sure yet. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the older Male's attention, as his knuckles rubbed up and down his face, up to his hair, running his fingers through silky locks, then up to the top of his head, where he began to stroke the Bunny's Ear.

'Ah!' Sandy moaned, and the hand recoiled at the touch. His eyes widened in shock. Had he really just made that incredibly effeminate noise? He began to tremble.

'Did you...' Kasmere's voice quietly whispered into his ear. 'Did you just...?'

The Bunny looked up, and met the eyes of the Great Dane. He looked just as surprised at the Rabbit. The two of them stared at each other for a moment, before Kasmere, without saying a word, brought his face down and kissed Sandy on the lips.

It was his first kiss, and Sandy froze in utter shock. His eyes widened, and his ears were filled with a dull roar, that had nothing to do with the Showdown going on onscreen. He felt everything in his insides turn warm and useless, as he dissolved into the warm glow emanating from his very soul. It would be a moment before he realised that he had automatically begun to kiss back. The couple held each other and lost themselves in the embrace. Sandy getting lost on the waves of masculinity radiated by the dog, Kasmere giving in to his natural curiosity about the gorgeous Femme Boy sitting in his lap. As they kissed, his hands began to wonder the boy's body, cupping his hips firlmly, travelling up and down his thighs, all met with appreciative moans into his mouth. He dragged his fingers up Sandy's torso, and felt two extremely firm nipples, no doubtedly poking through the fabric of the shirt. His inner demon howled with delight.

Sandy enjoyed the attention his body was getting, but was still lost in bliss, so unable to fully appreciate the strong masculine hands teasing his senses. It wasn't until he felt the blouse being lifted up that his eyes shot opene again. He saw a wicked grin in Kasmere's eyes, and was about to break the kiss, when he felt the Great Dane's tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. His hairs stood on end, having never expected the intruder, but took pleasure at the way the Older Male begun to tease and provoke his own tongue. He moaned in delight, which tunred into a squeal, when he noticed that his nipples were being manipulated by large fingers. His moans became much more guttural and urgent, as the new and frankly bizarre sensation washed over him. His cock flexed and stirred in his panties, and had even created a small tent in the sitting position he was currently in.

Kasmere had never been more turned on in his life. It wasn't the same as it was with his wife, it was just different. The tall Gazelle also enjoyed a bit of nipple play before they fucked, but finding her nipples on the end of her Perky Breasts was a completely different form of Football as far as the Bunny was concerned. Pressed right up against his body, he felt heat surging from the boy as he writhed and moaned in his lap, grinding unintentionally on top of his cock. The beast within howled to be freed, but the Dane was very much in control.

After about twenty minutes of kissing and sucking, licking and teasing, stroking and pinching, Kasmere broke the kiss. Both men's hearts pounded in their chests, as they gazed into each-others eyes, blushing furiously as they did.

'K-Kasmere.' the Bunny squeaked.

Kasmere panted deeply, looking down at the gorgeous creature with smeared lipstick all over his mouth, perched above his throbbing cock in his lap. 'I-I'm sorry.' He whispered. The bunny had been trembling, but he shook his head and scrunched his eyes. 'N-No.' he moaned softly. He began to wriggle free of Kasmere's grip. Kasmere's heart fell slightly, as he momentarily thought the Bunny would run, and with good reason too, but he was shocked, when Sandy slipped down the dog's legs and pivoted to face him, falling to his knees.

'Oh, sweetie,' the Great Dane panted, shuffling forward and grabbing the rabbit by the shoulders. 'N-No, you don't want to do th-' Sandy pushed his forearm into Kasmere's torso with a suprising amount of strength and forced the Dane back into his seat. Shocked, he looked down at the rabbit with surprise. 'No!' Sandy stated loudly, with a small pout behind his buck teeth. 'I...' he began to stroke the crotch of Kasmere's pants, running up and down the compressed length. 'I want to do this.'

'Please, the Dane whined back, as his cock screamed with joy at being touched. 'Not here, there's something you don't know.' He gulped heavily. 'You said you were a virgin, You don't want to start out li-'

The bunny pulled the zip of the Dane's trousers down and reached inside his pants.

'I. Want. To. Do This.' He said matter of factly, fishing around in the pants of the older male. He found the fly of his underwear and reached inside, finding the plush fur of the Dane's thighs, who gasped in delight at the feeling. He spent a few moments, then frowned to himself. The Dane was right, the boy was a virgin, but he didn't think he'd have that much trouble finding what he was looking for. He had one, he knew where everything was. His eyes widened in the dark as a stroke of realisation hit. The leg he had begun to grope didn't have fur. He grasped as much as he could, and was shocked to find it move with his hand.

Kasmere may have been initially hesitant, but as the boy between his legs probed his dick, his hesitations vanished, and his lust took over. He moved around in his seat to aid the boy, and after a bit of tugging and stretching, the Bunny gasped as it came out. Sandy had watched porn in his life, what self-respecting person could say they hadn't growing up in the digital age. But if there was one thing he hadn't needed to be told by the Health Teachers was that the guys who starred in them were absolute freaks. Casting agents would scour the land looking for these men with limbs growing out of their bellies, and pay them huge amounts to appear in film. He had seen the dicks of the boys he showered with in Gym class, and if there was any lesson he could take from it, was that the size of most guys was much more sensible. But now as he knelt in the empty theatre, before ten inches of jet black fury, he understood why the Dog was worried about his welfare.

'Oh fuck.' He muttered to himself, running his eyes up and down the length in front of him. From the tip, down to the heavy black nutsack that complimented the veiny rod.

Kasmere had begun to groan, as he felt the heavy breathing on the underside of his shaft, and Sandy snapped out of his daze.

'Um,' he began, wrapping one of his paws around the thickest part he could, about half an inch separating his fingertip from his palm. 'Wow.' He breathed in awe.

'I told you kid,' Kasmere muttered above him. 'I didn't think anything would happen tonight. Maybe we should...' he trailed off, his libido screeching angrily at him from the depths of his mind. 'Maybe we should stop.'

The Bunny didn't react, immediately, but he responded after a brief pause, but putting both his hands on the Dane's legs, and lowering his face to his nuts. Kasmere gasped sharply as the feeling of a cold wet nose grazed his sack, and moaned loudly as the Bunny took deep drags through his nose, apparently satisfied that he had found the source of the mystery scent from earlier: Kasmere's Pure Arousal. Sandy breathed deeply, allowing the scent of the older male to reach the darkest depths of his lungs. It had a curious effect on the Bunny. Everything in his life that he had become up until this point, began to fall hazy, like smoke clouding through his memories. Every time he took another deep breath, the details became more and more fuzzy until eventually they became so dull, he wasn't even sure where one ended and another began. He wished they could bottle this scent. He wished they could make your car smell like this after they cleaned it. He moaned heavily, and the balls inside the sack jumped up, before falling back down again.

Kasmere sat back in his chair, threw his head back and moaned. It had been years since his dick had been given this kind of attention. He loved it. Every second of it. The Bunny shovelled his face into the Dog's balls, and drank in the scent. Every now and then he would moan and groan, sending vibrations right down to the Kasmere's core, again making him gasp in a little bit of shock.

Sandy smiled to himself, feeling a huge surge of pride getting this gorgeous older man to groan like this. He opened his mouth, and attached onto the delicate skin, and began to suckle.

'Ohhhhhhhh,' the Dobie exclaimed in shock. Sandy began to run his tongue over the skin in his mouth, which caused more exclamations to come up. He let go and dragged his tongue from the bottom of the sack up to the base of his dick. 'FFFFFffffuuuuuck' Kasmere moaned, closing his eyes.

Sandy smiled, but frowned as he felt something warm seep through to his scalp. He broke away from the pillar of meat in front of him, and touched the spot on his head. When he brought it back to his face, the strongest scent yet touched his nostrils, and he shivered slightly. Pre had begin to leak out of the Dane's tip and had oozed down his length, onto the Bunny's head. He chuckled to himself, but stared at the gooey liquid on his fingers. He slowly brought his fingers to his lips, and tasted it. Rich, Earthy. Just a little bit salty. Kasmere, whose cock had gone without attention for a few moments opened his eyes and looked down. Behind his turgid cock he saw the Bunny suckling on his fingers. His cock twitched angrily at the sight. The Bunny's eyes met the Great Dane's, and he blushed. He straightened up slightly, and grabbed his dick around the thickest part again. 'Um,' he began as he started to pump his hand up and down the length. 'I've never done anything like this before.' He blushed deeply, as Kasmere's eyes fluttered at the feeling. 'I'm sorry if I do anything stupid.'

Kasmere let out a throaty laugh. 'Kid,' he smiled, 'It's not going to take much tonight.' Strangely enough, he was right. He had seen his wife exactly once in the last month, and as per usual he had become desensitized. He had spent the last few weeks beginning to transition the entire 22nd floor of his office building, but he couldn't go home, so he'd been living with Bruno. He had moped around the house at every moment of free time he had. It was the longest he had been without sex in years and felt as asexual as he possibly could. Bruno dragged him home every night at quitting time, otherwise he would stay and work clear through the night, the problem that had caused all of this would eventually consume him. He had found Sandy attractive when he first saw his pictures online, and even found his blushing at the interview unbearably cute, but it had been so long since he had touched his wife that he couldn't say whether or not he was turned on by the lithe lapin. He agreed to this evenings 'Date' if only to prove to Bruno that it was a bad idea. But as uninterested as he seemed when he left the Elephant's home this afternoon, a fire had sprang up in his belly when he first laid eyes on the Bunny in his dress and makeup, and hadn't abated by the time they got to the Cinema. When the Bunny touched his hand, Embers crackled. When he cuddled up to the Dane, the flames rose. When the Dane lifted the Bunny onto his lap, he exploded. And now that the effeminate frame was knealt down between his legs, Fireworks. 'Take it easy, though,' the Dane reached down and stroked the Bunny's ear, again creating a shiver that rand down the Bunny's body. 'Don't hurt yourself.'

The Bunny smiled and shot a sultry look at the older male. His mascara was really setting a mental image for Kasmere, but he jumped slightly when the Bunny lowered his mouth to the tip, and wrapped his lips around the head.

'Oh!' the dog exclaimed in shock. He had thought the Bunny would return to his sack, but this was a pleasant surprise. His wife rarely, if ever, gave him head. He could usually count on it on his birthday, Valentines Day and their anniversary, but she was never eager about it. Said she hated the taste.

The Bunny began to bob his head up and down, but was shocked how little of it he could fit in his mouth. He tried to take it a bit deeper, but gagged, and had to pull away from the Dane's Cock for air.

'Easy, Bun-Bun,' Kasmere leant forward and stroked the back of the coughing Rabbit's head, who blushed at the new pet name. 'I told you take it easy.'

'I'm sorry,' the Rabbit grinned back. 'I'm a little out of my depth here.'

'You were doing really well!' the Dane Exclaimed, melting the Bunny a bit with his smile. 'Don't force it though. Just use your tongue.' The bunny nodded and wiped his mouth. 'And don't forget your hands either.'

Sandy leaned back in, and rested his chin on Kasmere's groin, the tower of cock pressed up against the side of his face. He turned his head and kissed the base of his cock, before returning back to the head, where he laid an identical kiss. Kasmere groaned in appreciation, as he felt the soft, wet lips again wrap around the head. He breathed deeply, but his eyes shot open, as he felt Sandy's tongue drag heaily across the tip of his cock. Simultaneously, the Bunny began to stroke the shaft downwards, from his own chin down to the base. Every time he darted his tongue across the head, it came away with more pre, which tasted as rich as the smell on the Dog's sack.

The entire cinema began to fill with the scent of sex, and when the film's soundtrack had a moments silence, perverse slurping and moaning could be clearly heard. After about fifteen minutes, Kasmere looked down to find the Bunny looking him directly in the eye, his blue eyes framed in smoky black mascara. The bunny winked, and he felt his balls jump again.

'Oh fuck,' Kasmere groaned, careful to avoid his primal urge to buck up into the newbie rabbit's throat. 'Sandy, that feels fucking great,' he moaned through gritted teeth, a look of desperation beginning to cross his face. 'I'm getting close. Got any more tricks up your sleeve?'

Sandy thought carefully, and remembered a conversation he had with one of his friends back in high school, who had told him about her 'secret move'. He supposed it was really the only actual 'move' he had in his repertoire, and he wasn't even sure if it worked at all. His friend, a Skinny Giraffe, was sixteen at the time. He supposed he could try that, but he would need music for it.

On screen, Banjo the Chameleon had found a guitar, resting against the side of the wall in a barn. His female companion, a red-haired human ranch hand sat before a small fire in the centre of the barn with her legs crossed and watched as Banjo strummed a few notes to see if it was tuned, which miraculously it was. He looked at his companion shortly, then began to strum out a lonely tune, a tune Sandy recognised. It was a little slow to help frame the character's lonely wanderer persona, but it was definitely 'Home on the Range'.

As good a song as any, he supposed.

His eyes sent a smile up to the heavily panting Canine, who frowned in puzzlement, and shot a short confused smile back. Sandy winked again and the smile coupled with a frown.

'Give me a Home,' the Chameleon crooned to the neck of his guitar. 'Where the Buffalo roam..'

Sandy began to hum in tune to the song being played on the ultimately ignored screen in front of them. His Giraffe friend had called it a 'Hum Job', but he hadn't heard the term since then, and he suspected it may not be a real thing. He should have had more faith.

Kasmere gasped in shock as his Cock began to vibrate from the tip down to the very base.

'Oh Shit!' he exclaimed, slamming his arms down on the seat, as the fire in his gut shot out in all directions, spreading a familiar warmth around his Body. 'Kid, I'm gonna....I'm gonna...' he threw his head backwards and let out a low guttural howl. Sandy stopped licking in shock, and looked up at his date as his mouth filled with wet heat. In one shot, his lips ballooned outward. Some of it trickled down his throat, and he had to spit the head of the Dane's cock out of his mouth to breathe. He licked his lips, and immediately was met with a second wave of cum, which splashed with force on his chin and and streaked up his face, into his hair and onto the back of the chair behind him. He looked up in shock as the next wave splattered against his forehead, and trailed off down his face and neck to his collar bone. He recoiled and fell backwards onto his ass, the screen of cum breaking around his mouth, and took in a deep gasp of air as the next arced across his skirt, and up his blouse. Kasmere had stopped howling and was moaning and panting as his balls emptied. After six or seven ball-contracting throbs, his cock flattened against the chair, the head pointing directly at the soaked Bunny, who gasped in complete shock. 'Ohhhh,' Kasmere moaned, shuffling forward. 'I'm so sorry, Sandy,' his voice was full of desperation and sorrow. 'I'm so sorry, I tried to warn you!'

Sandy was a mess. His dress was ruined, his hair was dripping and his face was plastered with a pearly sheen of Cum. He coughed weakly, as his lungs tried to expel what little of it hit the back of his throat.

'I'm so sorry,' Kasmere crooned again, reaching down and touching the Bunny on the shoulder. 'It's another side effect of the hormone therapy.'

The bunny got back onto his knees, and wiped away a massive gob of cum from his right eye. It dripped to the floor around him. Kasmere clapped his hand over his eyes and slumped back in his chair, completely mortified. He hadn't expected the kid to even come close to getting him off, and by the time he realised he was swinging for the bleachers, he was too preoccupied.

'I'm so sorry, Sandy.' He moaned. He began to tuck his dick back into his pants, when he felt the Rabbit pushing his knees downwards, to help himself up off the floor. He guessed the rabbit would storm out of the cinema, still plastered in his cum. The chances the Panda would be in the halls was quite low, but the Mall beyond the cinema was crowded with people. 'I ju-'

A soft pair of lips pushed themselves against his own, and his eyes shot open in shock. Sandy, still dripping with doggy seed. He absolutely reeked of sex, but the Dane's eyes flittered shut as he felt the passion in the Rabbit's kiss. After a while, the rabbit broke it and stood up. He had been leaning over the Dane, resisting the urge to jump back into his lap, as he didn't want to ruin his clothes as well.

'That was incredible!' the Bunny whispered hotly into the Dane's ear. Kasmere looked down and found the Bunny's skirt, now dripping with jizz and an angry erection tenting the fabric. 'Dude, that was crazy!' Sandy laughed. 'I feel like I've been swimming!' His blouse was plastered to his torso. 'Do you cum that much always?'

The Dane sheepishly grinned and nodded. 'I mean,' he smiled. 'It's been a while, but generally yeah.' He looked back to the Bunny's dick as it wobbled at his full height. His own dick, which had begun to hang off the edge of the chair, began to harden again. The Bunny's makeup was completely ruined, but it worked for the Dog. Sandy glanced down at the slowly gorging dick. He bit his lip in appreciation. He was still on fire. He wanted more than anything to fall to his knees and start again, and judging by the Dane's increased panting, he would have been only too happy to reciprocate, but his skirt swung a large warm drop of cum onto his leg. As he felt it drip down his calf, he began to worry how he was going to get out of here. 'You did ruin my clothes.' the bunny chuckled. He stank of the Great Dane, and it excited him. However, if anyone saw him in this state...Well, they probably wouldn't do anything. Maybe laugh at him at the worst.

'I'm sorry,' Kasmere grinned again, reaching out and touching the fabric. It was indeed drenched. A Wilhelm scream caused the couple to return their focus to the screen. Another gunfight had broken out. This time Banjo laid slumped against a wagon, bleeding from a wound in his gut. His female companion had picked up his guns and was defending the Cowboy. 'I uh,' Kasmere continued, Sandy turned his head back to the dog. 'I may have a solution to that.'

The elevator was large enough to back a small car into with enough room for all the passengers to get out. It was clean and metallic and played 'Centrefold' as they ascended the building. When the digital counter hit floor twenty-two, the doors slid open, and the couple walked out onto a deserted floor hand in hand.

Sandy took the scene in, the hallways were barren, but they passed a pod of desks with no computers set up. He had Kasmere's jacket draped over his shoulders. He was hesitant to take the Dane's jacket, when he told the bunny about his office, a ten minute drive from the cinema. Apparently he had a shower in his office where he could clean himself up. Apparently the Dane also kept a set of clean clothes here in case he needed to change throughout the day. They made their way to the special exit, leaving Banjo bleeding out, and out into the cold night air. The state of his dress amplified the cold wrapping his body, and Sandy began to shiver. Without skipping a beat, the Dane had offered him his coat, and before he could argue draped it over the Bunny's frame. It came down to his knees, which cause him to giggle. A quick car ride back to the office, and Kasmere had led him to a side entrance. 'No security desk through this one' he winked at the bunny, who giggled again.

Kasmere led him down the sterile hall to a pair of doors at the end. He pulled an ID card out of his pocket and swiped it in a reader on the wall. The door clicked, and he opened it up, ushering the Bunny through. At first he was in darkness, but then Kasmere hit a switch on the wall . The office was incredible. Cream Coloured carpet, and a magnificent oak desk stood in front of a window that boasted a gorgeous view of the city skyline.

'Nice Digs.' the bunny mused, taking the large coat off his shoulders and draping it on a couch next to him. His dress was still wet, but was leaning more towards slimy.

'It isn't even finished, yet,' beamed the Dane, who strolled over to a cabinet on the far wall. 'Got a few prints and paintings I want to hang. Also want to fix the door up. Get more security in here. Never have to talk to anyone I don't want to talk to again.' He chuckled at his own joke as he pulled a plastic wrapped package out of the cabinet. He walked back towards the Bunny, and offered him the bundle. 'These are my workout clothes.' He grinned. 'Got them back from the Drycleaner only today. They may be a bit big for you, but at least they're not so uh...' he looked the Bunny up and down. 'Sticky'.

The Bunny accepted the clothes and shot a cheeky smile at the Dane. 'I'd kinda like to see you workout sometime.'

Kasmere blushed, but looked down at his shoes. Now that his body wasn't running so hot and heavy, his rational side had clunked back into place. The car ride home had really sobered him up and he was now filled with remorse again.

'Shower's over here,' he muttered, pointing to a door on the opposite wall to the cabinet. 'Get yourself cleaned up, stickybutt.' He reached out and ran the stained fabric through his fingers. 'Leave this in there. Our dry cleaning guys is very discrete.'

Sandy walked towards the indicated door. 'So I'll be working in here too?' he asked cheekily. When he got no response, he looked back at the Great Dane, who had again cast his gaze down at his shoes.

'You don't want to work here, Kid.' He muttered. Sandy stopped and stared at the Dane.

'Are you okay, Kasmere?' He was genuinely concerned.

'I just-' Kasmere stammered. 'Listen,' he took a step towards the Bunny and touched his shoulder. He reached up with his other hand and stroked his opposite cheek, which the Bunny nuzzled at affectionately. 'Tonight was something really special kid, I want you to know that. But you don't want to work for me. My life is so screwed up at the moment.'

'That doesn't-' Sandy replied, but the Dane cut him off.

'Kid, look at me. My own wife won't even talk to me for more than twenty minutes, and to fix it she wants me to start fucking someone else, a plan given to her by a crazy old Elephant.'

Sandy's eyes flushed with concern.

'This entire plan of his,' he continued, turning and strolling back towards the desk, 'Is bullshit and we all know it. It's not going to work and when it fails, my kids will grow up not knowing me.' He sank into the chair. 'All because I couldn't be satisfied with what I had.'

The Bunny's heart swam for the guy. He had been reluctant to begin with, but after all of this, he was still only thinking about his kids. He nodded slightly, and the Dane's ears flattened. Despite everything going on right now he had still grown fond of the boy. Sandy slowly turned and walked to the shower without saying a thing. He closed the door behind him, and when the door was closed, he let a tear fall.

Kasmere leaned back at his desk. He pivoted his chair around and looked out at the view, ten times as gorgeous as it was throughout the day. He fished his phone out of his pocket, and gulped. Part of him wanted to find a message from his wife, even if it meant everything was going to be over soon. He pushed the button, but there were still no messages. He put his head down in his arms and cried.

All this stupid date had achieved was to hurt another fucking person.

After about fifteen minutes, Sandy re-entered the room. His Grey sweatshirt came down to his knees and the shorts could pass as short longs. His eyes were slightly red, but he had a small brave grin on his face. Kasmere wiped his face furiously. 'You still look cute, you know.' he smiled. The Bunny blushed and flashed his slight bucktooth grin. He was so fucking cute, even without the makeup, Kasmere had no problem seeing him as a girl.

'I'm ready to go now.' He said quietly.

'Okay.' The Dane stood up. 'Mind if I go to the bathroom first?'

The Bunny nodded, and stepped aside. The large male walked passed him and closed the door behind him.

After sex, Kasmere often found that he needed to pee really bad, but the Bunny's need this time was greater, so he held it. Now, over the bowl, he let forth a mighty stream of golden urine, that splashed down into the water below, eliciting a satisfied moan. He flicked through a roughly sorted catalog of gifts he could give the Bunny as a thank you for the night. This all started with a job interview, so it had to be pretty substantial. He did briefly consider giving him a check with lots of zeroes written on it, but quickly put the thought out of his head. No better way to make someone feel cheap than giving them money after they sucked your dick. He did briefly consider giving him the car, which he genuinely seemed to enjoy. He shook his head again. He liked the car too much.

Maybe if the kid was up for it, he could get him a job somewhere else in the company. He banged his head against the wall. If legal ever found out their past relationship, they'd both be up for the chop.

'You know what you could do?' Reason offered, taking his throne back in the logic centre of his brain. 'Get him a photoshoot. He said he wanted to do one in the interview.' He frowned and looked down at his penis. Apparently all the blood hadn't quite drained from it yet. He only said he was offered one, not that he wanted to. He finished pissing and washed his hands on the marble bench top. He dried them on the fluffy towels, and turned to leave. When he opened the door his heart did a complete backflip.

Sandy sat on the Desk facing the bathroom door. His completely naked plush pink body sat with his arms giving him support and his legs crossed over themselves. Kasmere's mouth hung open in shock, and his cock grew hard instantly.

'I want to say something.' The Rabbit said, flicking his eyelids. He had mascara on again. And lipstick! When in the hell did he apply those?

Kasmere opened his mouth, but the Rabbit glared at him. He shut it quickly.

'I get that I'm just an entry level grunt.' He said his right ear twitching slightly. 'And I get that you're so much higher than me in life. I get that you have lots of money, and I get that you have a marriage in trouble. But I want to tell you something that I don't think you've heard for a while and it's kind of important. You may not want to hear it, and you may not want to accept it, but I want you to accept it as the truth, on nothing more than my word that it is.' He uncrossed his legs. His dick was flaccid but he crossed his legs the other way now.

'Kasmere,' he looked him dead in the eye. 'You are not a bad person.'

Kasmere frowned slightly as he let these words sink in.

'You're a good person. You've just had a really bad run of things lately. I know you don't put much stock in the plan Mr. Macread has laid out. I didn't to begin with either. But then I started to get to know you, personally, and when I tell you you're a good person, You can take it as gospel.'

Kasmere swallowed hard. Apparently this kid had a sword to swing.

'I couldn't believe Bruno's plan worked to begin with because I didn't understand your situation. Wife, Kids, Money. To begin with you came across as a rich jerk who had won the cosmic lottery and managed to convince his wife to let him sleep around. But you're so much more than that. You're a decently good guy, and frankly there aren't enough of us out there.'

Kasmere grinned and raised an eyebrow.

'Yes, I count myself among them,' the Rabbit continued returning the cheeky grin. 'My point is, I didn't see how any of this could work before, but now that I understand, truly understand, the motivations of everyone, I do.'

'You haven't even met my wife.' The Dane muttered.

'I don't have to,' He replied gently. 'Now that I see you're a genuinely good person, I can see why she wants this to work. It isn't about protecting her assets, it's because she genuinely wants you back, but she needs to be sure that you're not uncomfortable with the life she can provide with you.'

The Dane stepped forward and stopped a foot away from the Rabbit, his hands in his pockets.

'Well, that's quite a theory there, kid,' he offered, looking down at his shoes, passed the lump that desperately wanted to see more of the Bunny. 'But I don't think this can be solved as simple as that.'

'That's because you don't believe what I'm telling you.' The Bunny calmly replied. 'Part of you hates yourself, because you think you're the cause of this issue.'

The Dane looked into the Bunny's eyes and quickly away again. He had a point.

'I don't want the job,' the Bunny exclaimed. 'Bruno was right, unless everyone is okay with it, it won't work and you're clearly not okay with it. I wouldn't even want to try to make it work without all the pieces of the puzzle. But I want you to go back to Bruno with the benefit of the doubt. Tell him unequivocally that his 'little project' failed, and that there was nothing that could be done to fix it. At the very least, you'll see that I'm right. This entire situation isn't happening because you're a Bad Guy. It's happening because sometimes in life shit happens.' He shifted his rump on the table slightly, and blinked slowly at Kasmere. 'You're trying to fix it, because you're a good guy.'

Kasmere raised his eyebrow again. 'And uh...' he shifted in closer to the table, the rabbit parting his legs to let him stand flush with it. 'What exactly do you suggest I offer as proof?'

Sandy sat up, leaned in and Kissed the Great Dane, who without a moments hesitation returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around the bunny's hips and pulling his body in close to his. Sandy wrapped his arms around the Dane's neck, and the kiss deepened. He moaned softly into the kiss, but didn't overdo it. This wasn't a torrid affair like at the cinema, this was an attempt to help a decent man figure himself out. He radiated warmth as his entire body began to glow with the same fuzziness he felt in the cinema, and within moments his cock stood at attention. Kasmere's hands travelled up and down the boy's hips, the incredibly plush pink fur bending to his will, and he kneaded the soft body in front of him. He slowly made his way down to the bunny's ass, where he changed his tactic slightly and began to roughly fondle the rabbit's cheeks with his strong masculine digits. This elicited a sharp gasp from the bunny, who didn't even break the kiss. Kasmere noticed that his little body was trembling in his hands, whether out of eagerness or fear, he didn't know, but that was soon cleared up as he noticed a tugging at his shirt. In his passion he hadn't even realised Sandy had removed his arms from the embrace around his neck, and had begun to manipulate the buttons on his shirt.

The Reason part of the Dane's mind was shocked as after a few loud bangs, Hunger and Lust kicked down the door. They punched the manifestation in the stomach and kicked him into the corner of his mind, before jumping back in control. Again, the Dane forced his tongue into the younger male's mouth, and began to explore. Sandy's eyes shot open, but quickly fluttered closed again as he reciprocated, continuing his journey through the buttons. When he finally reached the bottom, the Dane hurriedly shifted his shoulders back, and allowed the shirt to fall to the floor in a puddle around his ankles. Sandy pushed the lust-addled man off, and he staggered backwards slightly, allowing him drink the sight in. While Sandy had an appreciation for the male form, he often found the idea of muscles a somewhat frightening one. He'd had an uncle in the navy who had biceps that bulged outwards, covered in tattoos that he swore could dance if he jiggled them around just right. After attempting and failing to do so, he'd start to fiddle around with the dimmer switch of whatever room he was in, insisting that the Mermaid would do it if he did it in 'juuuust the right light'. Once, when he had been bored one Sunday afternoon, Sandy channel surfed and hit upon an 'Iron Man' competition, where he became disgusted in what he saw. Furs of all shapes and sizes, their bodies twisted and puffed by enormous muscles, straining for the camera in red speedo's. Maybe it was something about the veins that arced across these men (one paper cut looked like it spelled almost certain death) maybe it was the strange positions they pulled to showcase muscles that would be of no interest to anyone in any other situation but the competition. But Sandy felt queasy just looking at these giants. They cropped their hair short, they bleached their teeth, and sprayed themselves orange with Tan-in-a-Bottle, and Sandy had to take a strong pass and go outside for a while. Ever since then, guys with muscles had always repelled him slightly, with one exception, a friend of his Dad's who lived on a ranch up in the Rocky Mountains. He was big Bull, with arms the size of tree trunks, and a small belly that stood out from his massive chest. He wore plaid and jeans every day of his life, and when the family visited, he always had time for them. He had initially seen Sandy's uneasiness around him, and after some time asked him in private one day what was upsetting him, while his sister played with some feral cows the bull owned. He found it embarrassing to talk about, but eventually warmed to the bull, who smiled and nodded. 'Yeah, I can understand that.' He grinned. 'Ive seen those guys before. Big and Oily.' He took a pouch out of his pocket and had begun to roll a cigarette for himself as he talked. 'Thing about those guys is their Muscles are pretty useless.' He turned around and walked over to the woodshed, finishing his construction and putting the cigarette behind his ear. When he returned he carried a massive shiny axe. 'They gotta stay in that shape constantly otherwise they get too weak to move their own arms. Me, I'm not like that.' He swung the axe down into a stump close to the young rabbit who winced slightly. 'These muscles come from hefting this thing around all the time. These are your practical muscles.' He nodded at the Rabbit and gestured towards the Axe as he pulled out a book of matches. 'You give it a try.'

Sandy hesitated, but grabbed the handle of the Axe. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the handle, and hefted his whole body weight backwards. The Axe didn't budge. The Bull chuckled slightly, and his parents who had been monitoring their sisters progress watched with interest and raised eyebrows. He tried again, but still no luck. He changed his tactics and pushed the handle upwards, and with a little effort the axe freed. He looked pleased with himself until he had then tried to heft it up a bit more, only to find that it was still stuck a little. Then with a short gasp, he moved his arms in closer to the head of the axe, and found that it wasn't actually stuck at all. He grunted as he hefted the axe backwards, intending to swing it back into the stump, but apparently the blade had other ideas and didn't stop its momentum when he did. He stumbled backwards as a thick arm wrapped around his waist, and another grabbed the axe behind the head. The bull grinned, as he pushed the boy back to his equilibrium, and hefted the axe over his shoulder like it was nothing. 'Good muscles, and bad muscles, Kid.' the bull laughed throatily. The bunny blushed furiously and put his hoodie up to hide it.

Ever since then, he'd always had a soft spot for the mountain man type.

Kasmere had already alluded that he worked out, and while the dog had a similarly massive frame to his Dad's Bull friend, they were very different in the places where it counted. His tummy was smooth and flat, a slight definition of his abs visible, under a similar pair of pecks, adorned with jet black nipples. His amrs were muscular, but not as grotesquely as his uncles, and while he had a visible vein on his body, running diagonally down from his hip pointing directly at his groin, it barely stood out , and there was no visible colours like black or blue. A small treasure trail of pubic fur ran from his belly button straight down and disappeared behind his belt. Sandy's excitement increased, as this specimen of a male in peak physical condition, kicked off his shoes, and removed his socks by rubbing them on the floor, allowing them to roll down. He reached for his belt, and stopped. Sandy looked up, and met his eyes. 'Are you sure about this?' he asked the Rabbit panting slightly. 'I'm not exactly what you'd call the uh...trainer model?' he blushed stupidly as he registered what he had just said. His eyes darted in embarrassment around their access. The bunny sat up again, pulling himself in closer to Kasmere, who had his hands pushed aside. The smaller pair of hands pushed the belt out through the loop they were tucked in to, and through the final one. He pulled the black leather taut and forced Kasmere to wince uncomfortably as his pants tightened slightly, but loosened considerably as the Bunny unbuckled him. 'I want this.' Sandy moaned, as he unbuttoned the fly of the Dane's pants. 'You want this,' he continued, as he pulled down the fly for the second time that night. 'Let's do this.' He nodded, as the pants fell in a heap around Kasmere's ankles. The Dane wore black boxer briefs, that were already considerably stained at the front and were stretched taut as his cock flexed and pulsed, confined to his left leg. The bunny grabbed the waist band and peeled them down, letting the Jet Black column leap forth once again, levelling straight at the Bunny, who was still shocked by the size of it. It rested on the Bunny's flat belly, completely dwarfing his own Bubble-gum pink cock of very modest proportions. He blushed crimson as the Dane stepped out of the pile of clothes, standing in his full naked glory for the first time in front of the effeminate rabbit. They were both trembling. They stood there slightly panting, not making a move except to drink in the sight of the other. For a while nobody did anything. Sandy was frozen in shock. Had he really just gone this far by himself?

'U-Uh,' the Dane stammered slightly, looking down at the smaller male. 'Okay, well, if uh, we're going to do this, we're going to need to um...Do some preparation...' he cast a look down at the draw of his desk and was just about to reach for it but stopped. He'd never even considered having sex in his office before, so never came prepared for it. 'I don't have any lube.' He whispered to himself. Sandy nodded and sat up again, grasping the Dane's rod and started to cradle his hands back and forth again.

'Ah.' Kasmere moaned slightly at the completely welcome sensation.

'Do we uh,' Sandy stammered, rubbing his thumb over the head, squeezing another moan from the big dog. 'Do we need it?'

The Dane smiled and laughed. The Rabbit blushed, and stopped fondling the cock in his hands.

'I'm sorry,' the Dane smiled. 'I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just forget that you're unexperienced with this stuff.'

The Rabbit nodded, and with his free hand reached down and grabbed the Dog's left nut, which sat in his palm like a plum. He rolled it back and forth in his hand, spurred on by the Dog's moans. He never broke eye contact with his partner, and after the cock in has hand flexed with suprising strength, he reached up again and kissed him. Kasmere returned the kiss, but the bunny broke it off. 'Have you ever had a sex with another guy?' he asked, wondering just how familiar the Dane was with this situation.

'No.' he groaned back, reigniting the kiss, and causing the bunny to shiver. When they broke again, a silver strand of Saliva connected them. He briefly considered asking the bunny to suck him off a bit again, but really that wasn't ideal. He needed proper lube, something slippery. It appeared the rabbit had an idea of his own. His mouth had gone down to the tip of Kasmere's uncut cock, his tongue stroking gently at the tip. Kasmere moaned in appreciation, but his eyes widened when he felt the bunny's tongue slip underneath the foreskin, and roll around on the head. 'Oh Jesus,' the Dane moaned loudly. The bunny smiled to himself, and pulled the Canine's foreskin down, exposing the head in it's full onyx-black glory. He pulled his head off the tip, but kept his lips wrapped around it, finally culminating a sweet little 'Pop' as he broke apart from it. He giggled slightly. He had left a lipstick mark on the head of the Dane's penis.

The Dane watched, in a haze of lust as a steady trail of precum started to trickle from the tip. The Rabbit brought his palm up to the tip, and rubbed gently, the cock arcing angrily in appreciation. Then he began to massage the entire shaft with his hand, from the tip down, slickening the column with the Dog's own precum.

'Yeah,' the Dog smiled openly as the Bunny looked up slowly blinked smoky eyelashes, with a wry smile. 'That'll do the trick.' He grinned, as the rabbit's massage technique coaxed even more Precum. He sat there and admired the situation as the cute little rabbit slickened his rod for him. He had been hesitant, but the hunger was slowly beginning to envelope him. He needed to feel warmth around his cock. He needed to feel those plush pink cheeks pressed up against this groin. He snarled slightly, fighting the urge to fuck the Bunny into nothingness. He had to go slow.

Eventually, Kasmere's prick glistened in the office lighting. The rabbit stopped his massage, and dropped his hands to his side, falling back slightly and resting on his elbows. He panted heavily, as the smell of the Dane overpowered him. He was ready to give everything he was to this man. 'Will that be enough, do you think?' he asked writhing slightly in pleasure as he felt the weight of the Dane's cock resting on his torso.

'I think so.' The Dane nodded. 'Are you ready?'

Sandy looked down at the massive pillar resting on his stomach. It reached all the way up to his belly button. He rocked his hips slightly, dragging his own cock along the underside of Kasmere's. He gasped in pleasure, as his dick arced in appreciation. He fixed the Dane with blush riddled stare and nodded. He wanted this. Badly.

Kasmere stepped backwards, removing his dick from the Bunny, and offered him a hand, which he took. He pulled the bunny to his feet, and hunched down to give him another kiss. They stood there for a moment, just basking in the heat radiated between then, before Kasmere nodded at the table. 'Face down, ass up.' Was the only hint he gave the rabbit as to what to do next. The rabbit trembled and nodded, turning around and climbing on top of the table. He let his feet dangle over the side, but lifted his rear into the air, and put his face down onto the desk. He whimpered slightly as he felt a rough hand grab his right cheek and fondle it.

He had been led to believe from his friends that this sort of thing always hurt the first time. He didn't want to be in pain, but he also burned to be touched. He wiggled his rump slightly, and felt Kasmere place his other hand on the other cheek.

The Dane towered above the scene, a gloriously plump ass begging to be taken. He noticed that the fur on the underside of sandy's tail and around his cheeks was a lighter shade of pink than the rest of him. He grinned hugely, and brought his hand down in a firm arc from about six inches away.

'Ah!' the Bunny cried out, in pain, as the dog smacked his poor little ass. He took in a sharp breath, when another one came down. He felt his cock arc in pleasure, even from the warmth radiating from his ass began to spread outwards. Another kink he didn't know he had.

Kasmere noticed it too, and reigned a few more swats down on the Bunny's ass, all of them met with desperately shrill shrieks of pain and moans of delight. He looked down and noticed that the rabbit was leaking pre too. He could see the prize for the evening looking up at him from between the bunny's cheeks, and adorably perk, adorably pink little winking star. A few inches below this, a delicate little nutsack and bubblegum coloured cock stood angrily out. He brought his face down, and dug his nose right up to the Bunny's asshole, eliciting another excited shriek as the bunny felt his cold nose press right up against his most delicate part. Kasmere breathed deeply and let the scent of the Bunny wash over his face. There wasn't any trace of perfume down here, but there was something vaguely sweet to the scent. Almost like...Strawberries?

'Oh Fuck!' the Bunny moaned, his face head down on the desk but turned to the left. 'Please Kasmere. Fuck me!' he whimpered as the Dane withdrew from his cheeks. 'I need it. Please!'

Kasmere hadn't expected begging, but he truly loved it. He nodded and reassured himself that he could do this. He grabbed his dick and lifted it up, nestling it down between the Bunny's cheeks. Sandy loved the grotesque way it slid with ease against his tight pucker and he moaned heavily. The heat coming from it was incredible. He felt it rub up and down against the tender skin, but pouted heavily as he felt it withdraw, he frowned slightly, but gasped in delight, as he felt the Dane, towering over him press his body up against his, and kiss the exposed side of his face. He moaned pathetically, as the older male travelled up his ear, and whispered into it: 'I'm going to take this nice and slow, okay?' The bunny's eyes rolled into the back of his head, as the Dane began to nibble his ears. He nodded greedily and the weight of the Dane shifted, returning to his original position. He initially didn't feel the weight of the dog's prick return to it's nest perched atop his cheeks, but later didn't miss it at all as the head of the meaty spear was pushed flush against his asshole. He gasped in shock. He knew it was big, but the size he felt was ridiculous.

Kasmere aimed his cock at the winking starfish and applied just enough pressure to keep it held there. He wiped a slick of sweat from his brow on his left bicep and grabbed the effeminate hips on offer in front of him. He exhaled deeply, then began.

Obviously his wife wasn't a fan of anal, and to be honest, he never thought he had been either. His first girlfriend had been brave enough to try once, but she had spent the entire night afterwards complaining about how sore she was. He hadn't enjoyed it much either. It was tight, but that was really all there was too it. He enjoyed pussy, because after a lot of foreplay and preparation work, it eventually began to suckle and writhe around his dick, something the Alsatian Cheerleader had not done. But ever since he saw the pictures of the bunny moaning in pleasure as he explored his ass with a toy, his cock had jumped at the thought to replace the plastic prosthetic. He looked so inviting, and now that same young rabbit was about to be skewered by the slimy hot cock in front of him.

He pushed lightly, and felt the Bunny tighten up, immediately withdrawing.

'It's okay, Bun-bun,' the Great Dane cooed gently, as the rabbit gasped in pain. 'It's all going to be okay. Just relax, I'm going to take care of you.

The blonde curls on the Bunny's scalp bounced as he nodded. He took a deep breath and Kasmere felt his trembling pucker relax slightly. He had to make this a little easier for the Rabbit. He lowered himself onto the Bunny's frame, causing the little male to squirm slightly. As Sandy felt the weight of the Dane on top of him and his bludgeon of a cock still pushed up against his asshole, Kasmere kissed him again. He raised a small pink arm and caressed the dong's face, when he felt it. With one last push, his ass relented, and Kasmere managed to push half an inch of himself into the Bunny.

Sandy cried out as pain initially shot through him. Tears welled in his eyes as his asshole throbbed with heat, his own and Kasmere's.

'It's okay, Bun-Bun,' Kasmere muttered through gritted teeth. He felt the bunny beneath him begin to sob, and briefly considered pulling out. He pushed himself off the bunny slightly with his powerful arms, when he was grabbed around each forearm by two small pink hands.

'I-it's okay,' Sandy sniffed. 'Please don't stop.'

Kasmere didn't need any more assurance on his end. He couldn't believe the warmth surging through the tip of his cock. He swallowed, and pushed a little more inside. The grip on his forearms grew tighter, and he felt the Bunny's asshole tense up again, but before he was stopped completely, he had sunk the entire head of his cock into the bunny's ass.

His memories drifted back to the Alsatian Girl in High School, but he couldn't find anything to match the feeling he was experiencing at that very moment. The heat, the velvety smooth insides. He could even feel the Bunny's heart racing wildly.

'Ffffuck,' the Dane hissed. 'Oh fuck you're so tight.'

Sandy blushed lewdly. He had always thought the dirty talk in porn was a bit over the top, but as he lay there on the desk of the the Older Male, skewered on his mighty prong, he understood the appeal. His asshole relaxed again, and without realising the pressure the Dane was reservedly holding back, found the cock sank a little deeper into his Rabbit Hole. Kasmere groaned, as more of himself disappeared into the Bunny without even attempting to do so. A demented part of him trying to take control wanted nothing more than to stop the pretense and feel the incredible feeling he felt in the head of his penis all over. 'Sink it In,' it hissed 'Ruin this hole for all other men.' His cock throbbed heavily as he thought of this concept, but his rationality won over. He liked the Femme Boy squirming beneath him. He didn't want to scare him away, and he knew that the key to good sex with a partner you respect, especially when you were as heavily endowed as the Dane was, is to take your time. It was why his wife loved foreplay so much. That was the way it went for the next twenty minutes or so, Kasmere sliding into the Boy's hole millimetre by millimetre, stopping every time the Bunny stiffened up or cried out in pain, waiting until he was relaxed again, and restarting his assault. Sandy noticed that the feeling of pain had begun to abate, as his hole adjusted to the size of the intruder. Now all he felt was a buzzing warmth. He moaned as he felt himself get fuller and fuller. If the Dane kept this up he was going to bottom out on the Bunny stoma-

'AHHH!' the Bunny Moaned loudly, as Kasmere became a little brave and pushed in another inch of dick.

'Are you okay?' Kasmere whispered, stopping immediately.

The Bunny didn't know. He had just felt something he hadn't expected.

'Um...' he groaned, 'D-Do that again...'

The Dane obliged, and pulled an inch out of the bunny's hole. Immediately the rabbit felt himself empty, but was filled back up again almost immediately, the Head of the Jet-Black cock grazing over the Bunny's prostate. Sandy jumped slightly as electricity ran through his body, eliciting another high-pitched girly moan, causing Kasmere to stop short. Sandy's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't been expecting that. The Dane withdrew the same inch, and again plowed it into the tight hole, again sending waves of pleasure to crash around the Boy's tiny body, again making him moan in delight. He had felt something too, the bunny's body convulse around his prick, and a fantastic pressure rippled over it. A demonic grin spread across his face, unseen by the face down bunny. 'Oh, Baby.' He moaned, and begun to thrust his hips backward, before ramming him back down on the same inch of cock. The Bunny cried out again, but before he had time to recover, the Dane pulled out again, and slammed it back in. The Bunny squealed as the pleasure he felt piled on top of the original thrust, instead of hitting the same plateau. The Dane didn't stop moving, and rhythmically began to fuck his tiny lover with the same inch of his dick over and over again. As the Bunny writhed underneath him, moaning and squealing in delight, he made a personal note that the Bunny had done well on their first try. He hadn't taken the Dane's whole cock, but he had managed a good seven inches, and while he wanted to slam into the boy balls-deep, he had just found the Bunny's button, and began to preoccupy himself with hitting it. The way the boys insides squirmed around him when he lost control of himself was incredible and his little girly noises were pushing the Dog's Train down the track at a surprisingly quick rate.

Sandy had lost all control of his body, as sparks flew into the darkest recesses. Without realising he was doing it, he had begun to push backwards into the Dane's thrusts, his eyelids remained half closed and his eyes slammed into autopilot, as his body closed down every useless sense it had. He had never expected his first time to be this good.

Without warning Kasmere withdrew from the Bunny entirely, pulling out with slick slurping noise. Sandy's eyes shot open as his body was released, the pressure inside him that glorious rapture of being filled, now empty. The Dog rubbed the underside of his dick on the Bunny's cleft for a moment before taking a step backwards to survey the damage.

The tight little star gaped about a half an inch in diameter, puckering as it searched in vain for the Dane's turgid cock. Both males panted heavily, but Kasmere growled in a low voice 'Turn Over.' It wasn't a request, it was a demand. The Bunny nodded and shifted slightly, but stopped when he looked down at the table beneath him. Apparently he had been enjoying himself very much, as the tabletop now looked like a splatter-paint diagram. A wiry tracing of the Bunny's Precum traced the surface of the desk, a glistening strand leading back to the Bunny's pink dick. 'Oh my g-' He began, blushing profusely, but squealed as two large hands grabbed him by the rump and pivoted him around. The small of his back landed in the puddle, and he immediately felt the warm, slimy fluid matte his backfur just above his tail. He looked up at the Dane. Kasmere towered above the small Bunny, panting heavily. He was close, and he knew it, but if he was going to cum, he wanted to cum inside the bunny in the very position he had imagined when he first saw pictures of the Lapine online. As he looked down, he noticed the Bunny's Mascara had began to run, black streaks pouring down the Bunny's face, but the tears had long but dried up. His cock twitched threateningly and he pulled the bunny's rump down the desk slightly until his ass was flush again with the Older Male's cock.

'You're the cutest fucking bunny I've ever met.' he moaned hotly as he pushed back into the Bunny's ass, which gave absolutely no resistance. Sandy's passage suckled and tried to pull the dick back in to it's capacity.

Sandy glowed with happiness as his feeling of fullness returned, and his cock leaped, spewing another strand of precum onto his naked torso.

'I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you.' The Rabbit huffed. He briefly wondered if that was as stupid as it sounded in his head, but the Dane snarled and sunk back into the Bunny's ass, eliciting a squeal of delight as it bludgeoned his pleasure centre once again. He paused briefly, sighed deeply, and then began to thrust downwards into the Bunny's hole. Sandy's moans became more urgent, as more and more Dog Cock entered his rump, then the most pleasant feeling yet: Warm Fuzzy fur pressing onto his ass cheeks. He looked down, and sure enough, the Dane was pushed flush to the Bunny, balls deep inside his poor abused little star. 'FUCK!' the Dane growled loudly at his accomplishment, then began to hammer downwards. The sensation was slightly different to Sandy, still pleasurable, but instead of the head of Kasmere's cock punishing his prostate, his shaft stroked against it. In quick succession. The Dane leaned over placing a hand next to each of the bunny's shoulders, forcing his legs to bend up and out slightly. From this new angle, he sunk a half inch further in and out with each thrust. The smell of their sex permeated the office, and combined with the slimy sucking noises they were making, and the pressure building inside the Dane's balls, which bounced off the Bunny's ass with each thrust, Kasmere knew he was on the home stretch. Sandy's eyes rolled in his head, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth, as the Dog claimed his prize. Waves of pleasure wracked his body, and without realising it his toes began to curl.

'Kas-' he moaned desperately. 'Kas, I think I'm gonna-' the Bunny's cock tensed up and a nuclear bomb went off in the Bunny's brain. White lights popped in his vision, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and just as every noise turned into pointless calamity, he exploded.

Ropes of jizz splattered his belly, the highest one arching up over his nipple. He moaned in ecstacy, but before he knew it, the Dog's lips had again pushed down into his, moaning back. It was something truly exquisite, kissing the older dog as fuzzy warmth washed over him, the Dog not giving and mercy, as he pounded himself home against the Bunny's Backside.

Kasmere broke the Kiss, threw his head backwards and snarled 'OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK' as he hilted himself inside his lover, and emptied his aching nuts into the small rabbit. He felt as though a switch had been flicked in his brain, and he rejoiced in absolutely ecstasy and he fired shot after shot of hot doggy cum into the Rabbit's very core.

Sandy groaned in delight, as he was filled with a piping hot warmth, that spread throughout his body like a vine. His bruised and battered insides with soothed instantly, as every available cavity was filled with the Dane's seed, rolling around the searing hot column still lodged deeply in his ass.

Kasmere collapsed in a heap on top of the Bunny, who wrapped his arms around the Dog's neck and furiously began to kiss him, the dog, greedily returning the kiss. Sandy winced slightly, as the Dog repositioned himself to get to the Rabbit's soft lips. His belly had distended slightly under the pressure of the Dane's massive load, and as Kasmere kissed him, he felt sticky warmth trickle from his asshole, and down into his tailfur. His nose twitched, as the smell of raunch that wafted about the room mixed with the potent cum, and pure masculinity took over the palate.

The Dane panted heavily, as his cock finally surrendered for the evening, and had begun to deflate, ready for a good night's sleep. With great effort, he pushed himself off of the bunny, his cock still turgid enough to stay in the Bunny's ass, and collapsed in a heap next to him on top of the desk. Sandy shuffled forwards and buried his face in the Dane's chest. He breathed the scent of the older dog in, hoping he would be marked forever with the odour of purest male.

There was a moments silence, as the two lovers basked in the afterglow.

'Sweet Jesus...' the Dane muttered. 'That was...' he took a deep breath, and stared into the bunny's crystal blue eyes. 'Fucking Intense.'

The Rabbit giggled, still panting, and crept up. The Dane's cock slid out of his ass, and he was once again left feeling empty, then disgusting as a torrent of Cum poured from his ass onto the desk beneath him. He winced slightly as his sore asshole gaped, and relaxed, but planted the tiniest kiss on the Dane's nose.

Kasmere blushed.

The rest of the night had been oddly formal. After a while, the two lovers had grown uncomfortable laying on the desk. Sandy suggested that he may need to take another shower, this time the Dane joined him. Sandy had loved rubbing gel into the older man's fur, and grew a little hard when Kasmere returned the favour, but nothing else really happened between them. The bunny was sore and exhausted, and the Dane's cock remained soft and sleepy. Kasmere thought it probably wouldn't wake up to pee if he needed it.

The bunny took a bit of extra time to clean himself up as the Great Dane got out of the shower and dried. He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel draped around him, and returned with the bunny's borrowed gym outfit, which he had thrown on the couch in the office when he made his final stand. The dog chuckled when a tube of lipstick and mascara clattered to the floor when he picked the clothes up. The dog flashed his million dollar smile, and the rabbit returned it with what he hoped was a sultry look of thanks. He'd never made one of them before, but tonight had been a night of firsts. Kasmere stepped back out into the office, leaving the Bunny to dress.

Sandy's muscles groaned and ached as he maneuverer his way into the Dane's gym clothes. He tied the chord of his workout shorts as tight as they would go, where they sat loosely on hips. He pulled the sweatshirt over his frame, and glanced at the crumpled black dress from earlier that night on the floor. Kasmere had told him to leave it there and he would have it dry cleaned. He wondered if he would have to come and pick it up when it was ready. It would give him a chance to see the Dane again. He frowned and shook his head angrily. No, he knew the truth, in all likeliness, he'd never see the large dog again. He felt saddened by this slightly, but he understood why. It wasn't the bunny's fault. He walked over to the pile and fished out a pair of frilly black panties. He gently folded them and walked out of the bathroom.

Kasmere was clothed again, sitting behind his desk typing on his keyboard. At the front of the desk sat a trash can with a scattering of crumpled Kleenexes filling the can about half way. Sandy blushed slightly as he saw a damp trail leading from the desk to the Bathroom, which must have leaked from his thoroughly conquered ass as he went to clean himself up a second time. The Dane hit the Enter key, smiled and nodded at the monitor, before turning his chair to face the rabbit. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Sandy leaned forward and placed another small kiss on the Dane's nose, who grinned. The bunny then stood at full height and tucked the panties into the Dane's right hand.

'Something to remember to me by,' Sandy grinned his bucktooth grin. 'I wouldn't take them home with you. Keep 'em here in case you ever forget that you're a good person.'

Kasmere chuckled and rolled the satin around in his palm. 'You really are too cute, you know that?'

The bunny blushed, and averted his gaze coyly. He looked down at the stained carpet, and his smile dropped a little in embarrassment.

'Don't worry,' the Dane grinned sheepishly. 'Cleaning service is coming tomorrow. They're pretty discrete.'

The bunny blushed crimson, and looked the Dane in his eyes. 'I cant tell you how much tonight meant to me. I really am very flattered by all of this.' Kasmere blushed. 'I don't know exactly what you're going to do to fix your marriage,' the rabbit continued, shooting a look at his feet. 'But I know you can fix it. You're the most amazing man I've ever met'.

Kasmere deposited the Panties on the desk and took the Rabbit by the hand. 'I'm going to try.' He grinned nervously. 'I'm going to try my hardest. I'd spend every cent I had if it meant I could fix it...' He paused briefly, then pulled the Bunny closer, who sat down on the Dane's knee. 'But if I can't,' he continued, grinning sheepishly. 'Would it be alright if I gave you a call?' The bunny blushed and giggled a little. 'Maybe we could go on another date? Just as friends,' the Dane suggested. 'Maybe see if Banjo ever found that treasure.'

Sandy laughed openly. He nodded, and smiled, as the Dane stroked his face with his large hand.

'I'd like that.'

Sandy winced as the dull ache in his legs made objections to his movements. He forced himself off his couch and over to the kitchenette, where he picked an apple from a bowl of fruit on the kitchen table. He threw it up in the air and caught it one handed, before he grimaced and replaced it in the bowl. He got a glass from his glassware cabinet and filled it with water. Again he scrunched his face and poured it down the sink. He didn't know why he was being like this. He had a felling in the pit of his stomach, as though he was craving something, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly. Well he knew what he wanted, but he couldn't have it.

Kasmere had dropped him off in front of his house in the early hours of the morning. He had given the bunny a sweet goodbye kiss and Sandy had gone upstairs and crashed. When he woke up it was the afternoon of the next day and his body was very sore. But there was another feeling that he had woken up with, and while the pain had begun to abate in his muscles, this one was stubbornly clinging.

Remorse.

One time his old roommate had been seeing a beefy badger girl for a while, when he confided in the bunny that he was going to propose. Sandy had been supportive, but apparently that night the Boar had caught her in bed with another badger, and the wedding of the century had been called off. His roommate spent the next few days moping around the house, a cloud of gloom suspended above him, but he was fine by the next Friday night, when he restarted his loud noisy sex with their apartment manager's rotund tiger daughter.

It was really the only experience he had had in his sheltered life with breaking up with someone, and it wanst anything he'd wish on anyone else. His date with Kasmere had been one night, in the grand scheme of things, nothing. But he had felt things in the seven hours they spent together that he'd never felt anywhere else in his life before. Sure, he'd had his crushes throughout his life, and he had just assumed that Kasmere had been one of them. A crush he had had the godly luck of sleeping with, but ultimately nothing more than that. He wished that he'd given the Dane his phone number, told him to call if ever he felt like a chat, instead of the panties he had worn throughout the date. It seemed kind of stupid now that he thought about it.

He returned to the couch and fired up his Xbox. He scanned through his hard drive for a game that might distract him. He went through his entire list, but nothing leaped out at him. He sighed and contemplated going to the kitchen maybe get something to eat...Which he had just done. He was normally a very tidy person, but as he sat in his Basketball Shorts, and days old sweatshirt, he sighed at the clutter he had allowed to accumulate.

He cursed at himself, and selected Uncharted from the list of games on his Hard Drive. Maybe a marathon session of treasure hunting would distract him.

Treasure Hunting.

He scowled as he remembered the Chameleon bleeding out in the middle of a Gunfight, all the while a gorgeous Great Dane moaning in pleasure while the Bunny sucked him off.

A guy in a Black Turtleneck shot the protagonist, and crouched behind cover. Sandy scowled, and tilted the stick toward the Henchman, beating him with the butt of his gun when he reached him. He fired a few more rounds into the guys corpse before it faded away, leaving a shiny gun where he once laid. It made him feel a little better, but the feeling was fleeting. He was going to have to kill a whole bunch of faceless drones to bridge this gap.

A sharp knock at the door echoed throughout the apartment. Sandy sighed and paused the game. His neighbour, a grouchy middle aged hippo had warned him that she could hear his games through the walls before.

'I'm sorry Mrs. Milton.' He called out as he got off the couch. 'I'll turn it down, I'm just testing the sound levels.' He lied, hoping she wouldn't make a big deal of it with the Tenant's association again.

He unhooked his security chain and opened the door.

A large elephant in a white shirt and spectacles stood in the door way, grinning slightly.

'Ahh Tenement living.' Bruno grinned. 'It's been a while since I lived this close to other people, but it's nice to see that some things never change.'

'Oh!' Sandy blushed slightly at the Elephant. 'I'm sorry, sir, I thought you were my neighbour.'

The elephant put his hand on his chest. 'Bruno, Son.' He corrected. 'Not 'Sir'. I'm old, but I'm not that old.'

Sandy frowned slightly. 'How did you get up here? I didn't here the buzzer.'

'Your front door is Broken.' Bruno replied, nodding slightly.

'Doh Broken!' a voice beside him rasped. Sandy turned his head and found the Graves, slouching against the wall next to his door.

'Can we come in?' Bruno asked respectfully. 'I think we need to talk. Also...uh...' he nodded in the direction of the Gator. 'Graves is in need of your...um...facilities...'

'Needa use ya head, boss.' The Gator added.

'Oh!' the Rabbit exclaimed stepping to the side to let the men into his home. 'Sure.' The Alligator pushed in front and passed the rabbit. 'Second door on the right.'

'Mush Obliiiiiiiiiged' Graves drawled.

The Gator strutted passed the Bunny, nodding his head to an unheard tune. He passed the kitchen, then Stopped. He took two steps backwards and looked down at a small pile of Toilet Paper rolls arranged in a pyramid on the counter. He plucked the top one off, threw it up in the air and caught it again, much like the rabbit had done with the apple earlier. He tucked it under his arm and continued his journey down the hallway, where the Rabbit and the Elephant watched until he turned the corner and vanished from sight.

'Don't worry about that,' the Elephant grinned sheepishly. 'He's just very...um...thorough.'

'Okay.' the Rabbit grinned back with a confused look on his face.

'Can I sit down somewhere, son?' the Elephant asked.

'Oh, sorry' the Bunny pointed to an armchair in the corner of the room facing his coffee table.

The Elephant trudged over to the chair, and sank into it with a loud satisfied groan. 'My wife has me on a new diet.' He explained without opening his eyes. 'And an exercise regime.' He sneered in disgust and opened his eyes.

'Um...' the Bunny piped up 'Can I maybe offer you a drink? I have some Coke?'

'Oh bless you son,' the Elephant chuckled in relief. The rabbit nodded and hurried into the kitchen 'She cleaned my fridge out the other day while I was at work. Then I get to work today only to discover she got to my secretary too. She's under strict orders to not let any soda anywhere near my office.'

Sandy fetched two glasses from the cabinet, and a large two liter bottle from the fridge.

'She searches any deliveries that come through!' the Elephant continued. 'Im getting treated like a child at my home and my work! I know she's a Cheetah, but she must be part bloodhound, she's caught every bottle I've tried to smuggle in!'

Sandy poured the drinks, then returned to the Elephant. He took the glass gratefully, a large cup he'd got at the movies one time (The Bunny's heart twinged sadly at the thought of the movies) and drank deeply.

'Oh my God!' the Elephant exclaimed after he finally came up for air. 'It's so good.'

The bunny chuckled and took a sip of his own cup. He sat down on the couch, and propped one leg up on the other.

'Even Graves is under strict order to not stop anywhere but work and home.' The Elephant continued, cradling the now half empty plastic cup. 'I'd give anyone an armful of cash to tell me how she did it. Graves has been with me for years. Since long before I met her. He's supposed to be loyal!' he shouted the last statement loudly, but didn't get a reply from the other end of the house.

The Elephant began to drink again, closing his eyes with pleasure as he drank the cool liquid down.

'I'm sorry about the mess,' the Bunny said to the silence. He looked around the apartment, which he normally kept clean, but for the last few days he hadn't felt like picking up after himself. That being said it wasn't too bad, just a few empty glasses scattered around the house and the trashcan full to bursting. 'I would have cleaned up if I knew you were coming.'

Bruno finished his drink, and put the empty cup on the coffee table. 'No need for that,' the Elephant grinned, sitting back enjoying his sugar fix. 'But I did try to call you. A few times.'

Sandy frowned, and looked over at the phone, which for some reason had the handset knocked slightly askew instead of sitting snug in the cradle. He couldn't even remember when he'd last touched the phone.

'Ah, shit!' the Bunny cursed, reaching over and replacing the handset.

'Mystery solved!' laughed the Elephant.

'Dammit!' the Bunny hissed, as he picked the Handset up and checked the dial tone, before fitting it back down. 'Cheap piece of crap.' He seethed.

'Ah well,' the Elephant smiled broadly. 'No harm done, I suppose.'

'No!' the Bunny fumed 'People might have been calling me! I could have been getting job offers, my Mom might have tried, this is so annoying!'

The outburst silenced the room. Sandy fumed and scowled at his feet. Of course he had been hoping that someone else had tried to call him, but he was only just now beginning to grasp the fact that it was never even a possibility. And now Bruno was here, and he was fairly certain he knew why. His company's reputation was at stake, and the Bunny was a big old loose end.

'Calm down, son,' the Elephant gave the rabbit a concerned look. 'Smoke if you got em.'

He sank down into the couch and fiddled with his cup.

'I'm sorry, si-' he winced slighty. 'Bruno. It's been a long couple of days.'

The Elephant nodded. 'Yes.' He muttered in a deep voice. 'I suppose it has.'

Silence washed over the apartment again. The Rabbit brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them, staring at the floor in front of him. Bruno glanced around the apartment, but eventually continued.

'I was hoping,' he said, taking the glasses off his trunk, and beginning to polish them. 'We might have a chat about...everything...' he gestured with the hand that held onto his glasses in a 'round the world' motion.

Sandy scowled, but stared at the coffee table over his knees. 'Okay.' He Murmured. He'd listen to the Elephant's dire warning about what would happen if he told anyone about the Date, then after he and the Gator left, he'd go out and get a Burger, his comfort food.

'On Friday Morning,' the Elephant began, replacing his glasses. 'I got to work, as I always do. I discovered that my wife had reached out her tentacles and taken anything that brought me even a bit of joy from my office and replaced it with bottled water and boxes of raisins.' He made a quiet grumbling noise in his throat. 'So I spent maybe...an hour openly weeping-' Sandy in spite of himself let out a small bark of laughter. Bruno smiled a little and continued his story.

'And then I thought I'd check on Kasmere. He didn't come home that night, did you know that?'

Sandy shook his head. He had just assumed that he would have gone directly home after dropping him off.

'Only, Kasmere wasn't in his office,' the Elephant chimed in. 'Security pulled the records for me, and it turns out he hadn't checked in that morning. Well, actually he did, but it was before the clocks turned over at 6. His door showed activity at 12:45 in the am.'

The Rabbit suddenly blushed deeper, and his eyes widened in horror. Oh god.

'He's done it in the past, you know, when he and Abby have been having trouble, he goes to the Office and works until the sun comes up. I figured after your date you had gone home and he went there to burn his frustrations down.'

He took a small sip, and when he lowered the cup, a wry grin was spread across his face.

'That was until I found the Dress.' He smirked.

Sandy's stomach dropped. Busted.

'Don't worry about that, by the way,' the Elephant nodded reassuringly, smirk still on his face. 'I've already given the Dry Cleaner your address to deliver it here. It may be a little late, they were very backed up when I last checked. And that dress was thoroughly ruined.'

'Oh God.' Sandy moaned, forcing his face down into his knees. The elephant had begun to laugh softly.

'Son,' he boomed through his chuckling, 'Not in a million years did I expect you two to go THAT far!' He put the cup, down, and removed his glasses with his trunk to wipe tears from his eyes. 'I was expecting a little Ice-Breaking, maybe a bit of kissing, but Wow!' he replaced his glasses, and calmed himself with force, as the bunny squirmed and moaned in embarrassment. 'No, in all seriousness, I'm proud of you, boy.' He heard the Rabbit mutter something quietly.

'Eh?' he offered.

'I didn't do it for you.' The Bunny piped up, rising from his knees. The look on his face was one of serious contemplation, but he was still crimson red. 'I did it because I genuinely liked the guy. And he'd had a really bad run of luck.'

The Elephant fell silent, and served an apologetic look on his face. He hadn't meant to insult the young man.

'Also,' the Bunny added, smiling slightly, and lowering his face into his knees again, 'He was soooooo cute.' He muffled through his knees.

The Elephant's smile returned. Time to drop the boom. He reached into his jacket and pulled out two envelopes.

'I have a few things here for you,' he grinned sheepishly. He peeled the first envelope away from the second and offered it to the Rabbit in the sitting foetal position. 'Firstly this. It's the Recommendation I promised you. I thought maybe I piled it on a bit thick in the middle, but I was always told it wasn't what you know, it's who you know.'

The Rabbit looked up at the Cream Coloured envelope. He let go of his knees and reached out for it, but before he could touch it, Bruno pulled it back towards him. They stared at each other for a moment, before the Elephant gave the Bunny a small, warm grin. 'But before you take that, maybe you should take a look at this.' He offered the second letter in his other hand in place of the first. This one was emblazoned with Sandy's name written on it in neat, looping script.

'It's from Abby.' He added.

The Silence in the room was deafening. The Rabbit recoiled his hand slightly as though the letter had burned him, but a quick gaze at the Elephant and his friendly grin was enough to fortify his resolve.

'Apparently, in the early hours of Friday Morning, Kasmere returned home. Not my home, their home. They talked for a while, but apparently when the kids woke, he announced to everyone that he was flying them out to Los Angeles.' Bruno explained. 'Something about taking his Kids to Disney World.'

Sandy blushed and smiled inward to himself.

Disney World. SO that's what he had been doing on his computer when he left the bathroom.

'She sent that to me by email,' Bruno added, as Sandy took the envelope from his hand. He tucked the other envelope back into his jacket, picked up his cup and sat back in his chair. 'About two hours go. I got one too, but as mine had a few personal details, I'll assume they're different. With instructions to deliver yours to you.' Sandy flipped the envelope over in his hand, and found it unsealed. 'Not to worry,' Bruno added, seeing the Rabbit's hesitance. 'I haven't read it myself. I may be slightly insensitive at times,' his smile fell shortly, and he shot an apologetic look, 'But I'm not rude. Oh, my Secretary printed it out for me, but she wouldn't have read it. She's Sicilian anyway, English isn't her strong suit.'

Sandy opened the envelope and withdrew a wad of pages, folded neatly in three.

'Before you read it, though, keep in mind that Abby's a writer. She's a little poetic and-' He stopped as the rabbit unfolded the pages. 'You know what? I'm just going to let you read it. Mind if I grab a refill?' he shook his empty cup in front of him. Sandy shook his head, and began to read as the Elephant grinned in appreciation and pushed himself to his feet, making his way over to the kitchen.

The Letter was written in very tight script. Sandy had briefly thought he might find letters cut from a magazine glued to the page like a threatening note, but the font was small, neat and quite unique.

It began:

_ I don't know you. I don't know who you are. My husband showed me a dossier of facts, but I didn't want to know what you looked like. I dont think I could have handled it. _

_ I don't know if there will ever be a day that I will be able to be alright with seeing you. Or even if I could ever be in the same room as you. When Buzzby told me-' _

The Rabbit frowned and repeated the word to himself quietly.

'Buzzby?'

'Mm?' the Elephant mumbled from the Kitchen. 'Oh, that's Me. That's her Nickname for me.'

The Rabbit noddded slightly in the elephant's direction and read on.

_ 'When Buzzby told me the details of this plan, I first envisioned you to be a snake-tongued harlot with her eyes on my Husband's money, willing to tear down our family to get it. When my husband explained to me, under interrogation, who you were, the only thing that changed in my perception was your gender. _

_ I was opposed to this plan when I first heard of it, but then Buzzby told me that he had seen it work in the past before. Apparently his first wife was his secretary, and he told me that the times he spent with her were not only the happiest he had been with anyone, but she helped him build Mafesto Mutual from the ground up. _

_ He talks about all of his wives in great detail, but when you spend as much time with him as I have in my life, you begin to realise that she is the only one he doesn't talk ill about. _

_ He was the only reason I was willing to give this plan a try. I want you to understand that. He has been there for me and my family since it began, and has been the greatest God Father to my children that I could ever hope for. He always has time for them, and they truly enjoy visiting their Uncle. He has never steered us in the wrong direction. _

_ If you had told me on my Wedding day that one day I would have to share my Husband with someone else in order to save my family I would have thought they were making a cruel joke. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but it's funny how little it helps us when needed the most, and how awful we feel in its wake. _

_ Last night, my Husband organised a supervised trip through a program the resort offers called 'Shadowman's Revue' a program the park offers for children. While they were entertained by Park Staff, my Husband took me out to Dinner, where we talked. We discussed many things that night, but the main focus was how much he cared for his family, and wanted nothing more than to be a part of it. _

_ We also discussed your assignation-' _ Sandy frowned slightly at this word, he was unfamilliar with _ 'And while the finer details were left out, on my request, he also informed me you rejected the Job offer, and wanted him to repair his family life. _

_ I love my Husband with every ounce of strength I can muster. These last few weeks I have woken up with the same thoughts of how I have missed him and want him to come back. My second thought has been the fight we have been having Ad Nauseum for years now, and the things we said to each other the last time we were together. He hurt me, and I am sure I hurt him, but when he told me about your rejection of the position, I stopped viewing you as a Gold-Digging tramp, and started to view you as a somewhat decent person. I still hated you, but now considerably less. _

_ After Dinner, we returned to the Hotel Room, where my Husband and I shared a night of intimacy the likes of which we haven't shared in years. Since before our son was born.' _

When Sandy imagined the Dane before this moment, he was worried that he was suffering without his family. To this end, he wanted to be there to comfort Kasmere, and he began to feel jealous that he wasn't able to.Now that he read this statement, far from feeling upset or jealous, he felt genuine joy spread around his face in a huge smile. Bruno had returned to the couch, glass full and sank back down into his arm chair.

_ 'As we lay together, he held me close and I asked him to move back in with his family. _

_ My heart is filled with joy, Anonymous Correspondent. Something it has been missing these last few months. It's incredible just how many things can change when you're pulled from the brink of despair and bathed in the golden rays of happiness. Food tastes better, colours appear brighter, Air is sweet to the taste. I cried tears of joy for the first time in my life that night. _

_ *I am aware that you didn't take the job, but only at this moment, as I write this letter do I see the value I couldn't in Buzzby's plan when he first told me of it. As I type this, poolside, I am watching my husband chase our children around the pool with a Water Pistol, and I realise, I haven't heard our little girl laugh for months. I want this Vacation to never end, but Im not Naive, sir. I understand that we will have to return before too long. I am, however, worried that Kasmere will leave this side of him in Anaheim. I cannot have this Argument again. Our Marriage, our Family, will not survive another bout. * _

_ I am willing to allow this to continue-' _

Sandy's heart leapt into his chest and cascaded around his torso in a cloud of butterflies.

_ '-provided that ground rules are set. If you are unwilling or unable to comply with them, I ask that you not even consider them. _

_ Firstly, I will only be a willing participant so long as it's sole purpose is to help my Husband, and by extension my family. If Kasmere ever begins to neglect us again, I will know it is either because you are derelict in your duties or Kasmere's affections have replaced us with you entirely. Either of these outcomes are completely unacceptable. _

_ Secondly, I never want to see you or hear from you. If there's an emergency at work, you're to have Buzzby's secretary contact me. This includes if Kasmere is going to be home late, which I would also like to point out, must be sufficiently explained at all times.' _

He swallowed hard, scarcely able to believe what he was reading.

_ Thirdly, You are to never set foot in my home, my family's safe place. Buzzby tells me that you are reluctant to go along with this plan and even informed him that you were uncomfortable fooling around with a married man. This is really the only bastion I have clung to to keep myself sane through this whole ordeal, in that you at least felt something towards the other lives affected by this proposition. But if you ever step foot in my Sanctuary, where the only people in the world who matter to me live, I cannot be held responsible for my actions. To either you or Kasmere. _

_ Finally, I am only comfortable with sharing my Husband with you. I can't believe he would ever do it, but if you discover he is cheating on me with anyone else but you, you are to report it immediately to Buzzby. I can contain my emotions just barely to think of him sharing himself with you, but if he thinks for even a second, this gives him permission to Cat around, our relationship is over. I understand that you don't owe me any favors, but I implore you to help me. Not just with this stipulation, but in general to help me protect my family. _

In his entire life, Sandy had never been as shocked at the contents of a letter as he was at this very moment. The wife of a man who he had just committed adultery with, was showing mercy, was showing forgiveness and was asking him to help her. He read on:

_ Before I end this letter, sir, I suppose I should end it with the thing I have been reluctant to say from when I first started writing it. Something that needs to be said. _

_ Whoever you are, I want to offer you the only thing I hold of value. It hurts a huge part of me to give it to you, but I sincerely want you to have it. My gratitude. _

_ ** Thank you for giving me my Husband back. Thank you for giving our children their father back.** _

_ Thank You. _

_ ~ Abigail Knight. _

The Bunny's mouth hung agape. He read the letter in its entirety, then turned back to the front page and read it again. He had the gist of all the paragraphs, so was able to speed read his way down the page. Surely he had missed something here. Bruno watched him over his cup with amusement. He had been telling the truth, he hadn't read the Bunny's letter, but he had a fairly good idea of what it said. He too had had to sit in his office chair reeling from the contents of his.

'If you're letter was anything remotely close to mine,' Bruno assured, 'You'll understand why I'm coming across as an arrogant prick right now.'

The Rabbit looked up from the letter, his mind reeling. There was no way this was happening.

'I did consider calling Abby,' Bruno continued, 'But thought better of it. Her family is enjoying being with each other. For the first time in a long time.' He put the cup down on the table, and pulled from inside his jacket, a Notepad and an Expensive looking pen. He flipped the pad open, and laid it down on the table. He then unscrewed the lid of the pen, and screwed it onto the rear of the pen.

'I suppose you know what's going to happen, now, don't you son?'

Sandy's eyes were unfocussed as a wave of information wildly sorted itself in his head and tried to cram itself into the logic centre of his brain.

'Mr. Sanclaire, on behalf of Mafesto Mutual, we would like to offer you the position of Personal Secretary to Kasmere Knight.' Sandy's eyes snapped to the Elephant as his heart leaped in triumph.

'You may consider this conversation,' Bruno grinned. 'Salary and Perks negotiation.' He carefully put the pen down on top of the Pad. 'Normally, we'd allow you to bring along someone to help you negotiate these things if you wished, but I can assure you, this Contract will heavily lean in your favour.'

Sandy took a deep breath, his mind emptying and focussed on the situation, which was advancing without him

'S-Sir-' he stammered at the Elephant.

'Now keep in mind,' Bruno cut across the Rabbit, not giving him a chance to collect his thoughts. 'I'm very eager to keep you on board, son. So if there's anything I can do to facilitate you, you're just to let me know.'

'I can't sir.' The Rabbit interjected before the Elephant could continue. Bruno stopped his rehearsed spiel and frowned. Sandy squirmed in his seat, as his mind stopped dancing and wondered where that deafening crack came from. Surely enough, he found that he was right. His logical side had spoken for him. He took a deep breath to calm himself. 'I want to kick myself in the ass for it.' He explained to the Elephant. 'But no matter which way I slice it, I can't justify it to myself. I really like Kasmere, and if I got the chance to be with him in any other situation I would have jumped at it.' He let the words sink in. 'But I'm not a whore. I'm barely not a virgin, and to be honest I don't even know if I'm that good at it.' His tail twitched. As much as Kasmere seemed to enjoy himself at the time, but it had only been one time. Nothing to write a Doctorate Thesis on. 'I'm just not comfortable selling myself for Sex.' He finished, and drew his legs up to his chest again. He began to rock gently to comfort himself.

Bruno mulled the words over. He took his glasses off his face, and set them down next to the Notepad.

'Son,' he chuckled to himself, rubbing the bridge of his trunk with his newly freed up hand. 'Do you mind if I ask one thing? What exactly do you take me for?'

He stopped rocking and glared mildly at the Elephant.

'I have been in this industry now for Forty Nine Years. I spent my glory days in the Eighties. Do you not think if I had wanted to hire an Escort, I would have hired one?'

The Room fell into silence briefly, while the Elephant put his glasses back on. 'It was a messed up time for High Finance, let me tell you, but things never change. You give people a bit of money and they go fucking nuts with it. With one phonecall, I could have a suitcase full of Cocaine delivered to my office, with a Bevy of Gorgeous Women to snort it off.' He tapped his Trunk. 'This thing got me into so much trouble in the day.' He reapplied his warm smile, and Sandy calmed a little at the sight of it.

'That was a long time ago. Those who didn't get clean on their own only had two other options. Wash up Broke and Worthless or Die. The point I'm trying to make here, kid, is that if I wanted to hire an Escort to fix the problem I would have. I mean there would be risks, but ultimately the company could have done it without raising any eyebrows. 'No, No! An Escort wouldn't do. Not for this. Firstly, Kasmere wouldn't have been interested. He chose you, son, because you were the first person outside of his wife since he got married who actually excited him.'

'I wasn't the only person you interviewed,' interjected Sandy. 'You said so yourself.'

'Dammit, Son,' the Elephant huffed 'You weren't the only one because we wanted to hedge our bets. It wasn't personal, it was just business. You ask more than one person to interview from a job so that you have a workable selection to choose from. 'Kasmere wrote your Screen Name down at the top of that list. Do you know how hard I had to push him to write down anyone elses? He wouldn't even think about it for three damn days! Hoped I would just drop it and give up! You were the only one he was even going to consider, even before I made him go through with it, that much was apparent. In the end, I had to help him research other candidates. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. We sat in my office, after work and surfed sites for candidates. IT probably thinks I had myself a jolly old afternoon! Three Hours it took, and he couldn't look me in the face for days afterwards. At the end of the day, it was like pulling teeth!'

Sandy had begun to shrink into himself as the Elephant grew louder and became more animated. Bruno could see his discomfort and forced himself to calm.

'Ahem,' he cleared his throat and took another sip of Soda. 'Sorry, this hasn't been an easy journey. And now we're right at the end of the hardest part. I apologise if I seem pushy.'

Sandy squirmed, and anxiously frowned.

'Sandy,' the Elephant muttered softly, the Bunny's ears perking up as he heard the Old Pachyderm call him by his given name for the first time. 'An escort would satisfy Kasmere's Sexual Needs, true, that is if you did manage to find one he'd be interested enough to go ahead with. But this position is asking for so much more than Physical Release. I won't lie to you, it's a part of the job, but it isn't the most important. Not by a long shot! 'For this to work, a Peaches main duty is to provide emotional support. Not just sexual release. For you to do your job effectively, you need to maintain a personal connection with Kasmere, allowing him to transition easily between home and work. To keep a divide between his Family and his Crippling Need to Work.'

Sandy let this sink in. The Elephant had a way with words.

'You'll be working with Kasmere, yes,' Bruno continued. 'But he's not your Boss. No, that's confusing,' he muttered trailing off. 'He would be your boss, but in a much bigger way, Abby is your boss. That poor woman has a career of her own she has to think about, one she's put on hold for five years now. Tyler, that's their Son, was getting in trouble at school, and Abby stopped her writing to provide support for her family. She thought it was her fault, but in reality it was Kasmere. A Boy needs a Father figure in his life, and Kasmere just wasn't there to provide it for his own son.' The Bunny chewed his lip nervously. He hadn't heard this part of the story yet. Bruno raised an eyebrow but continued. There was no better way to humanise a problem than to share its vulnerable underbelly.

'Of course by the time Abby figured out what the boy needed, their Daughter had begun to fight other children in her class. Punched a Stork boy so hard in the beak, she fractured his jaw. Kasmere had to pay for the boy's medical expenses out of pocket. Meanwhile I'm sitting in my home, watching the four people I love the most, besides my wife that is, crumble.'

He stopped the story abruptly then took his glasses off again. He took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket and dabbed at a tear that had begun to well up in his eye. Sandy put his feet back on the floor and looked at the giant man in his favourite armchair with pity. Bruno cleared his throat loudly and readjusted in the chair slightly. When he spoke his voice cracked harshly, but normalized.

'I tried everything I could to help,' Bruno chipped up. 'Uncle Bruno to the rescue!' He smiled, which turned into a Grimace, and more tears began to roll down his cheek. 'But nothing worked.' His voice had absorbed sorrow like a kitchen sponge and was beginning to drip with piteous shakes. 'I tried taking the Kids every weekend, we went bowling, to the Movies. I even took them to Horseshoe Bay!' Sandy knew the surf hotspot quite well. 'They were too young to surf, but I wanted to teach them how to Skimboard. Ten minutes in, my board shoots out from underneath me and I fall flat on ass. Bruised my hip so bad I had to be carried off the beach by some young Orca Lads.' He winced slightly, and rubbed his right buttcheek. 'Doctor said if I wanted to relive my youth so bad, I'd have to limit myself to Rolling a Hoop with a Stick. So long as I didn't run too fast.' He scowled, and lowered his buttock back into the chair. 'So I tried another approach. I figured if I was going to get Kasmere home, I'd employ him a full staff to help him complete his work. Of course he'd never agree to it, so I had to go above his head. They all quit. Within a week. Said that he wouldn't give them anything to do, and they were wasting their time. All in all, it cost me about eighty thousand dollars, and he was so busy telling them to leave him alone that he fell even further behind in work!'

Bruno's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips.

'If I thought firing him would work, I probably would have tried it. But it wouldn't have. You can't take work away from a guy like Kasmere, he'd have a breakdown. Then Abby would have to support three babies.' He shook his head slightly and grimaced. 'Besides, I need him here. The Hounds are at the Door, and if I don't have him as my champion, we all stand to lose a lot. Him, Me, Abby and the Kids.'

He returned the glasses to his Trunk.

'One time,' he added, having calmed down considerably. 'I bought the two of them a romantic Weekend Getaway in Martha's Vineyard. We looked after the kids, and Ma and Pa got to spend some time with each other. When they got back, Kasmere was a changed man. I'd never seen him smile so much, he was the devoted dad! The Loving husband!' the Elephant rose to his knees, clenching his fists in excitement. But his smile turned to a grimace once again. 'Sadly, it didn't last. Kasmere slipped back into his ways again, and no matter how many times I pointed it out to him, it still grew worse. The trip had given me valuable information though. The problem was indeed of a physical nature. One that time spent together seemed to heal. Of course, further dissection really proved to be a dead end, I couldn't send them away on Romantic Getaways every weekend. The problem was multifaceted, and as such required a Multi-Faceted solution: Balance the Intimacy Issues.'

Sandy frowned as a thought washed over him.

'You could Fire Kasmere,' he offered. A part of him inside twinged in self-hatred as he thought this. 'If he's not working, he's at home, Intimacy issues dissolve.'

'I told you, that wouldn't work!' the Elephant exclaimed, pacing back and forth. 'Kasmere has too much invested in this company to walk away from it. He needs it to go forward just as much as I do.'

Bruno stopped pacing and sank back into the chair. He huffed slightly as his weight settled, and fixed Sandy with a final determined look.

'Sandy, I can't stress enough how much work this job will be. The work you put in will ultimately be the driving force that brings it into the new age. I'm not whistling Dixie, here, trying to blow smoke up your ass. This won't be an easy job by any means necessary, but it will be necessary.'

He shook his head and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and began to fumble through the folds. Sandy briefly wondered if he was going to bribe him with cash, but he instead pulled out a square white piece of paper.

'I can explain this away until the cows come home,' Bruno exclaimed looking at the paper in his hand. 'Splitting infinitives might be seen as a cheap form of argument, but I can assure you it has its place. But I respect you too much to do that to you, Son. 'Don't think about it as Sleeping with your Boss for Money. In fact, don't even think of Kasmere as your boss. Don't even think of Me as your boss! And certainly don't think of Abby as your boss...'

He handed the piece of Paper to Sandy, who flipped it over to find a glossy photograph staring back at him, a tall Great Dane wearing Braces in a neatly pressed suit stood above a Young Blonde Gazelle sitting on a plush red chair, wearing the cutest little green dress. They both had their best smiles on and were displaying them widely for the camera.

'Think of them, as your boss. Without someone like you, their lives will be turned upside down.'

Sandy couldn't help but contain a smile as he looked down at Kasmere's children. They both looked so beautiful and innocent.

'Okay.' Sandy murmured.

Silence screamed as loudly as screeching metal through the apartment. Bruno blinked stupidly for a second.

'Huh?' he quizzed, frowning in disbelief at the Bunny.

'Okay, I'll do it.' The Rabbit Murmured. He looked at the Elephant who looked like a train had hit him. His mouth hung agape and his brain ticked over the skip he had just devoted in the vinyl. Sandy giggled slightly. 'I'll take the Job.' He added, when Bruno continued his silence. After a while he shook his head and a huge smile spread across his face even though his frown didn't recede.

'Fantastic,' he beamed widely. 'I really thought I was going to have to pull out the big guns there.'

Sandy giggled again, and lay the photograph in his hands down on the table. As much as he hated the thought of being a corporate whore in the most literal sense of the term, his heart melted when he thought of the two beautiful children. If Kasmere neglected them, his wife was going to leave. Of that he had absolutely no doubt in his mind. The time apart that had led to the Bunny and the Dane meeting in the first place was proof that the Gazelle had reached the final link in her chain. Really, Sandy couldn't blame her, but if she left him, Kasmere would be heart broken, and these two would know the impact divorce takes on a child, a sting he knew quite personally. If he could make four people happy through his actions, was it not his duty, especially given that through inaction, the four of them would lead lives of abject misery? His inner mind had wrestled with the idea, a battle raging between his own Selfish Wants and his Personal Creed, but it turned out neither had been the victor.

'Well, er,' the Elephant mumbled, shuffling ahead and picking up the Pen. 'Let's discuss terms. Keep in mind that this isn't the official contract, I'll have that drafted by one of my friends in Legal.'

Sandy nodded mildly, as a warm feeling of joy crept back through his stomach. He had never been in a situation like this, he didn't know what to ask for.

'If I might make a suggestion,' the Elephant offered,, scribbling it down without even needing to ask the Rabbit. 'It might pay to bill the company for an entirely new wardrobe.' He grinned to himself, not looking up at the bunny until he finished writing. 'Oh,' he said as he stopped suddenly. 'Provided that you want to get a new wardrobe. It doesn't feel right to enforce our earlier rule of wearing uh...' he rotated his wrist in a continuance motion, searching for a word that would never come.

'Oh no,' Sandy shook his head. 'I'd love to go shopping for a few new dresses. Maybe some shoes. Oh, and I need some more perfume...'

The elephant pursed his lips in a look of faux seriousness and nodded. 'Wardrobe Allowance,' he recited, finishing his note on the page. He looked back at the bunny. 'What else?'

Sandy thought for a moment. 'Um,' he mused, shifting into a seated position again. 'I guess if it's okay..' he mumbled, Bruno nodding vigorously 'The bus schedule to the Finance District is a pain in the tail.'

'Transport Requirements,' Bruno nodded enthusiastically as he scribbled. 'Good one. As it is, I would think that taking public transport may not be entirely safe for someone like uh...well...' he wrist gestured again 'Like you.' He nodded, as Sandy blushed. 'I won't be able to get you a car or anything like that, you understand, Accounting would have a field day. But we have a fleet of company cars getting detailed as we speak. Should be in by next week. I'll lease one of them out to me, but you can have it.' He finished scribbling and looked back at the Bunny.

Sandy frowned and thought. There was really nothing more he could think of.

'Oh!,' the Elephant jumped, beginning to write again. 'We'll put you on the Management's Healthcare Plan. Full Dental, Hospital Cover, the Works. You'll love it.' He finished again. He looked back at the Rabbit, who grinned in appreciation. His eyes shifted across his face as he tried to think.

'And of course,' the Elephant piped up again, scribbling down a note on the page. 'We discussed a signing bonus. I think somewhere in the realm of fifteen? No twenty!' he grinned, but Sandy cleared his throat.

'Thank you sir,' he said 'But I really don't think that will be necessary.'

Bruno frowned and looked down at the pad, then back up to Sandy. 'Are you sure?' a puzzled look shot over his brow. 'It's free money! Everyone loves free money!'

'It's just that it's a little close to uh...Payment...for services rendered...'

Comprehension dawned on the Elephant, and he nodded, scratching his most recent scribbling out.

'Of course! Im sorry son, I don't know what I was thinking.'

Sandy grinned in thanks. He may not have been a whore technically, but he certainly didn't want to feel like one. His salary alone would be more than enough money.

'I tell you what,' Bruno said, picking the notepad back up. 'This has been a long day, why don't you give me a call if you think of anything else. My cell number is your line to me.' He put the notepad back in his jacket.

'These days I get in at about twelve in the afternoon. So I'll have Desmond in Legal start writing by one or so. Make sure you have anything to me by then, And I'll have the contract couriered over here by four. You read it over, sign it and have the courier bring it back. I'll call you and we'll make arrangements from there!' He smiled and picked up his cup again. He swirled the contents around before taking another sip, smacking his lips as he finished.

'The first thing I'll tell you about this Industry, son,' he smiled 'You may love something, but it's so much better to do that thing when you seal a deal.' He took another gulp, almost finishing the cup.

From the other side of the apartment, Sandy heard the toilet flush. The two of them turned their heads to face the hallway, as they heard the door open, Sandy's faucet turning on and after a little while off again, then waited as from around the corner, Graves skulked, clutching in his hands a copy of MAD Magazine that Sandy kept in a rack in the Bathroom. He flicked through it casually, and as he drew up on the two of them, stopped, looked up and shot a toothy, almost threatening grin at the Bunny. Sandy squirmed slightly, until he realised that he was trying a 'Nice Smile', after he winced his eyes into what he believed to be a happy look. He raised the Magazine in front of him, a Buck toothed Otter with a gap in his front teeth stared back at him.

'Can I haddis?' the Gator hissed in his unpleasant smile.

Sandy blinked. 'Oh,' he grinned back 'Yeah, sure.'

Graves nodded, and let out a throaty chuckle. 'Much Obliiiiged.' He drawled, rolling the magazine into a tube, and reaching behind himself to tuck the magazine into his back pocket. His smile dropped slightly as he noticed his boss was giving him a stern look with one eyebrow raised.

'I like the Fold-em-ups.' He muttered, straightening his uniform as he finished.

'Yes,' Bruno muttered disapprovingly. 'Well, thank you for this opportunity to talk, Mr. Sanclaire.' He stood to his feet. Sandy jumped up too. The elephant offered his hand, and Sandy smiled taking it, but was wrenched off his feet into a tight hug. At first he was shocked, but he calmed quickly as he felt the elephant's warmth pressed into him. He reached his arms around the Elephant and hugged back. He felt a large hand pat his back, before he was released.

'We're going to do great things,' Bruno winked, causing the Bunny to Giggle. 'Just you wait and see.' He turned to the Gator and jerked his head towards the door. 'Come on, Mister Magazine, we're going home.'

The two of them made their way to the door, they left the apartment ad turned down the corridor they came through, before Bruno added 'And you're going to stop at a safeway and get me some Coke! If my wife doesn't like it, she can suck a lemon!'

Sandy smiled deeply as he closed the door to his apartment.

The next few days were a blur for Sandy. As it transpired he couldn't think of anymore to add to the contract, so he was surprised when it came, and he discovered a whole list of stuff they hadn't discussed. No Probationary Period, Company Outings (Provided that Abby wasn't going to them, a yellow Post-It note denoted in the Elephant's handwriting), Six weeks vacation. He had signed it so fast, the Courier hadn't finished his sneaky cigarette on the Balcony.

The Next day, Graves returned to pick the Bunny up and take him to Cheyenne Drive, a strip of expensive boutique stores. He wore his dress, (which the Courier had confusedly handed the bunny with the paperwork) and racked up a bill of more than Nine Thousand dollars in the first store they visited. The first time the Gator had swiped the Corporate Credit Card, Sandy blushed as the machine thought about it. He giggled to himself, as the Gator shot him a cheeky wink, and 'Approved' blinked across the screen. The rest of the day had been a whirlwind of Shoe Boutiques, Makeup Salon's and an expensive lunch at a French Restaurant, which Graves shared with him after he had run the latest batch of purchases back to the car. He had warmed to the Gator instantly, who it transpired was a very interesting character once you got passed the thick accent. He had a wife and six children, and was able to support them all with this one job.

After lunch they visited a few more stores before Graves dropped him back off at home, and helped him lug his purchases up to his apartment.

He had then spent the next few days revelling in what it turned out was his very first shopping spree in a line of many throughout the following years.

On Saturday, he received a call from someone called Tamara in HR, who had asked for 'Miss Sanclaire' causing him to blush deeply as he answered to the name. She told him that Mr. Knight was going to be back at work on the Monday, and thus the Bunny would have to report for work that day too.

On Sunday Night, Sandy ate a simple meal and prepared himself for the next day. Butterflies flittered around his stomach as he excitedly wondered what the day would hold for him. He had just turned on the Xbox to find something on Netflix to watch, when his door knocked. He stood back up and marched over to the door, wondering who it could be at this time of the night. He looked through the Peephole, and his heart flipped in his chest as he saw Kasmere standing on the other side, occupied with something in the hallway. He stumbled over himself, unchaining the door, but forced himself to calm before he opened it.

'Play it Cool!' he whispered to himself.

He slowly opened the door.

Their eyes met simultaneously, and red immediately exploded across their faces. Kasmere wore another extremely well fitting shirt, this time white, and a dark pair of slacks, Sandy could swear they were the same ones he'd worn on their date.

'Hi.' Kasmere grinned, his hands behind his back.

'Hey.' Sandy replied, leaning against the door frame.

A moments silence, was broken with a nervous chuckle from Kasmere, who shuffled on the spot.

'Uh,' he began, looking the Bunny up and down, who was wearing a t-shirt a six sizes too big for him. His comfy nightshirt. He was wearing underwear, but the shirt engulfed him down to the middle of his thighs. Something in the Rabbit's mind roared in anger, wondering why he hadn't worn something a little sexier. 'I just got back.' Kasmere said, grinning infectiously. 'From LA!' he added, nodding.

'I know,' Sandy nodded. 'Bruno told me you'd gone.'

'Oh.' Kasmere blushed harder. 'So he uh...' he shifted nervously. 'He came over, huh?'

'Mmmhmm.' Sandy nodded, grinning cheekily.

'Oh geez,' The Dane muttered, rubbing his eyes with one hand. 'I'm sorry about that, I should have spoken to him, I just. Uh...' his hand dropped to his side as he silently fumed about the old man sticking his nose into his business. He stared up at the ceiling, and after a moment, refocussed on the Bunny.

'I got this for you,' he said, taking something from behind his back. Sandy frowned slightly as he took the packaging, inside of which was a Cartoon Bunny, pure black all over, except for his blue shorts. His hand was up to his lips in a 'Shh' motion, and his knees were bent like he was sneaking.

'Aww,' Sandy crooned, as he took the gift.

'Oswald Rabbit,' Kasmere nodded, smiling widely as the bunny examined it. 'He was actually the first character Disney ever made.'

'Thank You, Kasmere,' Sandy grinned. He turned away from the door and marched into the apartment. Kasmere stepped in after him, leaving the door open. Sandy deposited the figurine on his kitchen table. Kasmere looked around the neat little apartment with interest.

'Can I offer you a drink?' Sandy asked, as he admired his cartoon Rabbit.

'Oh, No,' Kasmere shook his head. 'I'm sorry, I was on my way over to Bruno's. Going to get my stuff.' His smile fell slightly, as a mildly guilty look spread across his face. 'My wife took me back!' he added, trying to spare the Bunny's feelings.

Sandy leaned against his kitchen table, crossing his arms. 'I know.' He smiled broadly.

'Oh, he told you, huh?' Kasmere asked, slightly relieved when he saw the rabbit smile. He made a mental note to chew the Elephant out when he got there. 'Did he, uh, say anything else?'

'Not really,' Sandy shook his head. Kasmere nodded, and opened the file in his mind to the prepared speech he had planned, before the Rabbit cut him off. 'Oh, except that he offered me the Job again.'

He was going to kill Bruno.

'Oh, I'm sorry,' he murmured. He looked down at his feet for a moment, the back at the Bunny wearing the infuriating smile. 'Look, I should have told him that you weren't interested before I left, it's just that this whole thing was kind of spur of the moment, you know? I'm sorry if he came on too strong, or said something that-'

'I said yes.' The Bunny interjected softly. He had watched Kasmere stutter an explanation, and thought he looked too cute squirming in his shoes.

Kasmere stopped and his face fell. The room fell silent.

'I wasn't going to,' the Bunny continued, rocking on the ball of his feet 'But then he showed me Abby's letter.'

Kasmere's eyes widened in horror. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

'Abby...uh...Wrote him a letter?' he stammered nervously.

'Nope.' The Rabbit grinned. 'She wrote me a letter.'

'M-My Abby?' he asked, pointing to himself. Again, the Bunny nodded. He got off the table and walked over to the coffee table. He picked up a stack of papers, papers he had re-read at least a dozen times a day since the Elephant visited, and took them back to the Dog, who took them, and opened them up. As he began to read, Sandy went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. As he drank, he noticed the dog's frown furrow and relax, his mouth reading along to the words. Sandy smiled, and rinsed the glass out, putting it face down on the drying rack of the sink. So Abby hadn't told him. Something told him that this woman while happy to have her Husband back in her life, still wielded passive-aggressiveness like a sword. The message was pretty clear on this one: She was in charge. Maybe she thought Bruno would discuss it with him. She probably didn't think he'd stop by the Rabbit's place before he went to the Elephant's. But by not telling him, a discussion of which she would have with him that night when he returned, she had made a power move, that this was her decision and he had no right to question her motives.

The Dane's eyes widened in shock, probably as he hit the part about her giving permission to continue with the Elephant's plan. His eyes sped up as he continued down the page. After a while, he looked up at the rabbit, his mouth agape.

'I-uh,' he stuttered in shock. The Rabbit giggled, as the Powerful man stumbled over his word.

'Well, that was, um...unexpected.' He finally got out. Sandy walked over to the Dane again, and took the letter from him, putting it on the table next to the Figurine.

'Do you um...' the Rabbit flexed his eyebrows slightly 'Did you not want me to take the job?'

Kasmere stared at the Rabbit for a while, not sure how to answer that question. After the night he and his wife shared in the most intimate sex of their lives, he had resolved to push his sexual frustrations out of his head. It wasn't really a plan, as such, but he cared about his family too much to let this creep up again. He'd make sure that he was home by Five Thirty every night, and help his children with their homework. He had a phone, he could set an alarm. Yeah, it really wasn't a plan at all. But he was going to force himself to not be pushy with his wife and his needs. He'd never try to initiate again, and let her do what she wanted in her own time. He'd be the Husband that she needed, the Father his kids needed. It wouldn't be easy, but he would do it for them.

And now, sitting on the table a few feet away from him, in his wife's undeniable style of writing, sat a letter that detailed how she was willing to go along with this, let him explore his Sexuality with the Bunny, if it meant that his home life would be repaired.

'N-No.' the Dane muttered. The Bunny's ears flattened, and he piped up 'No! No, I mean, yeah, I would love that.' He said. Sandy blushed and smiled broadly. 'I'm sorry kid, I'm kinda reeling from this one here.'

'I start on Monday,' Sandy beamed.

He straightened, and laughed aloud, as a smile of wonder crept across his mug. He scratched the back of his head, and then looked back to the Bunny.

'But Listen,' he said, walking towards the effeminate male in front of him. 'I don't want to make you uncomfortable with any of this. I mean the other night, things moved so fast, I...I just don't know what happened there.' He stopped with about six inches between him and Sandy. 'That wasn't me,' he added. 'I was just so torn up, and I'm really not that uh...I dunno...Slimy?' Sandy frowned at that word, wondering just what the Dane meant.

'What I mean to say,' Kasmere clarified, looking up the ceiling, trying to sort his thoughts. 'Is that if you want to start again, I'd be okay with that, I mean, we could get to know each other, maybe spend a bit of time working together and see if anythi-'

He was cut off as the Rabbit giggled and stepped on up to his Tip-toes, kissing him square on the lips. His eyes widened in shock and his arms shot back slightly, but after a moment, he began to kiss the Bunny back, placing his hands on the Sandy's hips. They stood there for a minute, drinking in the presence of the other. Sandy let the familiar scent and taste of the Dane pour back into his memory. Kasmere tasted berries. The Bunny was wearing a new lip gloss. They broke after a while, and stared into the others eyes, the all too familiar blush creeping around their faces.

'See you tomorrow, Mr. Knight.' Sandy smiled.

The Dane pulled the Bunny in for another kiss, this time shorter, but no less sweeter, and left the apartment.

Hot water cascaded down Sandi's effete figure, juxtaposed by his turgid cock, still throbbing from the interaction with Kasmere from earlier. He had been in the shower for about five minutes, when he heard the bathroom door open. He smiled and closed his eyes, letting the wonderful feeling of the water trickle down his ears and body, when two powerful arms wrapped around him, and a larger body was pressed against his back slightly. He shivered as he felt the Dane's lips caress his neck. He moaned softly, and reached up to stroke the Dane's face. Without looking, he turned his head to the side to face his lover, and found his lips pressing back into his. They kissed passionately as the heat around them rose, and Sandi felt the Dane's dick press firmly between his cheeks again.

'Miss Me?' he asked, grinding his ass against the cock between them, after the kiss had broke.

'Always,' the Dane whispered hotly. 'Sorry about the wait, Hon, I just needed to finish some things off.'

'Forgiven.' the Bunny giggled as he felt the heat of Kasmere's dick kiss his asshole.

'Thought you might like to know,' Kasmere continued, bringing his hands up the Bunny's sides and beginning to tease at his nipples 'HR has decided to schedule a meeting with that Fucking Dumbass Skunk.'

Sandy moaned, as his nipples were teased and tweaked with experience.

'Looking into Personnel files is a huge breach of privacy,' Kasmere continued, delighted as the bunny squirmed against his dick. 'Trevor says they may even demote him. I hear there's an opening in the Mail Room.'

A devious smile spread across the Bunny's face. His man always took care of him, especially when some dickhead higher-up wanted someone to dump on.

'Mmm,' the Bunny moaned, turning around. He fell to his knees in front of the Dane and leaned in to kiss his groin to the right of the massive cock still lengthening in front of him.. If the Dane had been a few moments earlier, he might have left a lipstick mark. Alas, the shower was a little too good at his job. 'Thank you, Daddy.' He brought his lips down on the leathery sack and kissed the Dane's plump left nut.

The Dane Growled in Heat, as his cock twinged. He loved being called that by the Bunny.

I started writing stories for this site years ago, back when it was called Yiffstar. I had a few short stories and one long one. They're probably still here, I don't want to check, because I reread one of them recently and it was just awful. They didn't age particularly well.

Then about three years ago, I stopped writing. Not just for this site but altogether. A case of writers block so bad, I thought my days of writing were behind me. Then the other day I woke up, and it felt like a dam in my mind had broken overnight.

So I set up this new account, trying to distance myself from the old, and began to write.

I began to write Sandi and Kasmere's story, initially thinking it was going to be short. Then I hit thirty pages. Whatever, a medium length story would be fine, I thought, then just as I was about to finish it, I realised I'd left massive questions unanswered, so here I am. Word is telling me it's 80 pages long now.

I'll admit, my passion for this story has quelled a bit over the long days it's taken to write it, but I like these characters, and if you guys like them too, I may continue their story, as new ideas have begun to pop up for them.

I'm aware that this is a very long story, with only a little smut, but I just didn't feel comfortable unless I fleshed out the characters and their story. If I continue, next time will be a bit more straightforward, and there will be much more of what the readers want.