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The lights were out. Most of the cubicle farm was blurred in darkness, but here and there, solitary cubicles shone with the light of their own little lamps within. It was sometime after eight in the evening, and only a handful of employees remained, trying to finish everything in preparation for the busy season. Near the middle of the great grid of working spaces was a lonely little cubicle decorated humbly with a calendar of cute animals, a few swaths of paperwork, and a little plush black cat sitting cozily atop a glaring computer monitor.

Below, a keyboard rattled with the occasional spurt of keystrokes, though this sound rose less and less often as the night wore on. Dark gray paws rested on the keys a moment, and finally dragged off. A weary raccoon in a loosened button-up shirt leaned back in his chair, scrubbing at his face a moment and letting his paws fall onto his chubby little belly. He blinked at the screen a few times before his eyes really focused again, and he tried to remember where he'd left off. His mind had wandered again. He glanced around, and found a packet of papers open to one side. That's right. He frowned, and leaned forward again, putting in some information off the sheet. The hum of ventilation filled what might have been near silence in the farm, creating a comforting, lulling background of gray noise. Between that and the whirr of his computer, and the soft buzz of his lamp, the raccoon had caught no hint of another person in his cubicle until the tip of his ear received a delicate nibble.

A rush of cold ran up his back for an instant, only to disappear under two paws sliding over his shoulders, tenderly pulling him back into his seat. A long breath rolled out of the coon as he settled back, peeking up with the beginnings of a smile as two limber black arms curled around his chest, a tongue teasing at the very tip of his ear between two devious sets of teeth as they wrung an involuntary wisp of a moan from the coon. His fingers twitched up a moment, but he let his paws fall onto his armrests with a sigh. "Mmm... evening, Lith." He couldn't mistake his scent, even if his identity wasn't obvious by those slender, well-groomed limbs and that quiet understanding of just what the coon liked.

"Another long night... huh, Roy?" The kitty mewled, finally releasing his ear to lean down with a soft sigh, nuzzling along the coon's cheek. "You'd better not wear yourself out..." His head turned, and the kitty nibbled tenderly at his fur just under his chin, his paws rubbing slowly down his chest.

Tilting his head a hint, Roy smiled and let his eyes slip shut. "I could use the money-- I'm saving up to buy a house soon." The feline murred softly with admiration, though his mouth never ceased in exploring the coon's neck. Teeth and tongue teased over his collarbone, nestling his muzzle in the collar of the coon's shirt as Roy gave a soft groan. "And as long as you're around, I think my late nights will go just fine." He smiled.

Lith stilled a moment. Hardly a beat, and he hummed, leaning down further over the coon. Roy might have imagined it. The kitty murred as he nuzzled into the coon's belly, his arm slipping around the racoon's head to run ahead of him, sliding down the larger fur's belly to his pants. His paws gathered around the bulge that was already forming between his legs, capturing it from both sides with a murr and rubbing slowly over it through the fabric.

The coon chuckled, looking up as the feline leaned in closer and closer, slithering over the back of his chair rather precariously. "Where do you think you're going, silly kitty? You'll tip us over!" His chair was leaning back further and further until it hit its limit, the feline standing on his toes, bent over the back of the chair with his rear in the air, one broad hip nudging the side of his face as he chuckled.

"Mmmrr... right here..." The feline exhaled thickly, and the coon gasped as warm, moist air pushed through the fabric, making his loins stir with hunger. Nimble little fingers worked over that imprisoned flesh, dancing their way up to the zipper. He worked the shuttle down slowly, and the bulge pushed forth, trapped in his boxers as the coon murred thick, one paw gripping the armrest, the other curling around the kitty's side, as though afraid he'd fall off. Merciful fingers peeled away the thin fabric and dragged out a raccoon cock at last, a groan of relief seeping from its owner as it whipped to high attention, twitching once or twice in gratitude.

A soft chuckle rolled in Lith's chest as he wiggled in closer, his paws crawling over the coon's inner thighs as he leaned down close. A nose nestled in against the base of the shaft, nuzzling up against it right where that modest, though surprisingly thick pink shaft disappeared into its fly. A tongue followed a moment after, laying to him a moment and dragging around to his cumvein. Lips pushed in, and suckled softly at the shaft, slowly growing more greedy for that throbbing shaft. His paws drew in, and a soft purr rolled against the coon's belly as his fingers curled around the form of two fat orbs hidden in the crotch of those pants. His fingers traced out those shapes tenderly, pushing at the fabric to let him half-cup them through his clothes as he suckled with little slurping noises at the side of his meat, working his way up the side with little twists of his head to tease his tongue over his cumvein.

Groaning slowly, the raccoon let his head fall back for only a moment before drawing down again-- he wanted to just lie back and enjoy, but he loved watching the kitty work him over. His paw rubbed up and down the kitty's back slowly, holding him close against him and nuzzling slowly against his hip without really thinking about it. He smiled to himself. The kitty did love his cream, and he always loved those heavy balls of his. He'd always been a little embarrassed about it, but if the cat liked it...

Thin trickles of pre slid down the coon's cumvein, and the kitty was quick to lap them up, his trip up that thick cock quickly nearing its conclusion as he hungrily slurped at his meat, peeling the pre right off as his purrs thickened steadily. His lips brushed the side of that pink cockhead, and the kitty swung his head around in a wide motion, laying little teasing licks and kisses along the length of his crown and finally working his way up the other side, shifting over more onto the coon's belly as his lips claimed the very tip in conquest, hungrily capturing a fresh, thick bead of pre on the verge of bursting. He drew at the tip tenderly as his tongue played with its bounty of precum, purrs rolling up and down his chest as he wiggled slowly, his tail curling this way and that, wrapping around the coon's head like a crown once or twice as Roy chuckled between breathy murrs.

Lips spread on that tip, slowly pushing to consume the head whole as his tongue dragged over the tip, pushing down along it to just barely glance that sweet spot and tease the beginning of his cumvein. The kitty's free paw slid up to the raccoon's knee, and the kitty leaned over further, that plump rear wiggling right over the back of the coon's chair as a very firm black-thonged bundle dragged down the raccoon's shoulder. The kitty hardly started to draw that thick shaft deeper into his mouth when his toes left the floor entirely, and he barely knew what was happening before he was heaved forward with a yelp-- his shift had pushed their weight together forward enough to swing the chair upright, and the precariously seated feline deposited on the floor between the the coon's legs.

A moment, and Roy leaned forward, peeking past his hard shaft at the feline. "Are you alri--?" The feline popped up with a smile.

"Let's get you out of those pants!" He suggested cheerily, and the raccoon realized his belt was undone, and his pants sliding down. He grunted and leaned up enough to let the kitty slide them down, boxers and all, with just a moment's manipulation of his shaft. The kitty showed his practice in extracting the coon from his lower clothes in a few heartbeats, and he smoothly crawled up the slightly bewildered raccoon. "Sit back and relax, Roy. I've got this..." He murred, nuzzling up his chest, along his neck and up the side of his head. Scooting in, the feline straddled him, hooking his footpaws on either armrest as his knees poked through the gaps between the rests and the chair-- leaving his rear snugly seated against the coon's cock. His arms slipped around the larger fur as he smiled, his cheeks still showing a light flush, and he rolled his hips to grind up that shaft to nestle his tip deep between his cheeks, firmly pressed to his pucker. His thong had disappeared, and a hard kitty cock pushed to the coon's belly.

"Mmmh... maybe I should have warmed up, you're always such a stretch..." The kitty mewled softly as he leaned against that broad head, biting his lip slowly as his claws hooked into the back of the coon's shirt.

Roy chuckled. "Oh, shush. I heard you took plenty bigger in the cafeteria today." He drew a deep breath, resisting the urge to buck up into that tight pucker slowly straining open around him. His paws hooked down around the kitty's calves under the armrests, half to keep himself from doing anything more aggressive.

The black cat perked his ears, his blush deepening. "Mmrow? I guess so... but you still feel so big..." He murred, looking down, and gave a firm roll of his hips, a thick murr blooming in his chest as he worked that tip deeper into his ass. He shook a moment before another firm roll of his ass consumed the head of that shaft, a moan pushing from the both of them at the same moment. Lith drew a deep breath before leaning in closer, grinding his shaft against the coon's belly to align his own shaft better, and steadily pushed down, smoothly taking him inch after inch with a soft series of little mews until the kitty was firmly seated in the big coon's lap. His eyes slipped open, and he relaxed with a soft sigh and a smile. "You still fill me right up..." He gave a firm roll of his hips around the thick shaft buried between his cheeks, his own piece laying firmly against the coon's belly.

The smile just wouldn't leave Roy's face as his fingers kneaded over the cat's legs. "Mmm, and you still feel wonderful. What an amazing little kitty." He murmured the words, watching the feline nibble at his lip, eyes half-focused as he shifted about on that shaft. His eyes focused after a moment, apparently realizing what the coon had said, and he smiled shyly.

"Oh, we've just got good doctors here. They can do some amazing stuff!" He wiggled up and promptly pushed up, dragging up that shaft and sliding down it again firmly, working himself up into a slow, deliberate pace riding the coon's cock as his own shaft was stroked firmly against that soft belly. The raccoon groaned slowly as he was ridden, his own body flexing slowly. He was growing restless-- he'd been sitting in that chair for hours and barely bothered to stretch his legs. Every slow drag off his shaft and the steady slide down onto his cock had him quivering with both pleasure and a burning hunger for more of this little black cat and his little tight hole. But the kitty just kept riding him at the same slow pace, giving little rolls of his hips to grind the coon around his insides.

Finally, the raccoon shifted up, slipping his arms around the feline as he growled softly. "Why don't you let me take over, Lith?" He smiled even as growls rolled in his breath, lifting the both of them out of his chair and pushing the feline onto his desk, seating him right on his keyboard with a clatter. Pushing the kitty's back against his monitor, the raccoon was shoving deep, hungry strokes into his ass before the kitty could even start forming the words of a response. Instead, a moan leaked from the kitty as he clung to the horny coon, cheeks hot against Roy's brow as his legs swung up to hook loosely around the bigger one's hips.

Keys rattled and papers fluttered, falling to the floor as the raccoon hungrily pounded that plump little butt. The monitor was rocking, as well as the desk and indeed the walls it was attached to after a few moments, a great rustling surrounding them as Roy poured his hunger into claiming the tight little ass the company had provided him with. They panted together, the coon with effort, the kitty with shallow breath, his own shaft drooling and leaving smears of pre all over the coon's shirt. The rattle of the keyboard grew as the pace picked up, big, fat raccoon balls slapping the bottom of Lith's ass where it jiggled and dragged at those keys. Purrs threaded through the kitty's heavy breaths, soon pressing up in little moans as he drew tighter and tighter around the raccoon.

Roy grit his teeth as the feline only drew tighter, his paws tightening their grip on his side and hip as he pounded home stroke after stroke. He was near, and he wanted to hold onto this moment... but every instinct drove him to only shove in the harder. Lith cried out as a powerful stroke ground him against the monitor, wrapping tight around the raccoon as he felt a hot burst deep in his belly. A shiver ran through him, and his voice dipped into a groan as he fired off as well-- into a coon paw scooped around his tip. The two trembled together as they slowly descended from the peaks of pleasure, and the raccoon carefully turned his paw, letting the cream pool in his paw before raising it to the kitty's lips. He smiled.

Nose twitching at the scent, the kitty's eyes flickered open, and he blinked at the offering before him. His cheeks reddened anew, and only grew hotter as he leaned in to lap up the fresh spunk.

"There you go... Lots better than getting it all over my shirt, anyway." Roy chuckled softly, and gave a slow tilt of his head, watching the feline. "...Is something wrong, Lith?"

The cat paused, looking at the coon's chest. After a moment, he gave a querulous mewl, resuming his steady lapping at the coon's fingers for the thin layer of spunk left all over his paw.

"You seem like you have something on your mind. I don't know, it could just be me..." Roy gave a soft smile, tilting his head.

Lith looked at nothing as he finished licking that paw clean, finally suckling slowly at his thumbpad. He popped off after a moment, and gave a murmur. "Well... I am kinda... thinking about something, I guess. I dunno what to do..." He wiggled a little, and folded his ears down, looking up. "Sorry, was I not so much fun today? I shouldn't have let it bother me." He shifted as though to draw apart, but the coon gave him a reassuring pat, holding him firmly in place hilted on his cock.

"Not at all, no. I just thought you seemed a little distracted." He tilted his head down a little, meeting the kitty's eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The feline blinked. He gave another wiggle, eyes searching the floor a moment, and finally he murred, "I've been offered a position with an employee that travels a lot... lots of flying around overseas and stuff." His arms tightened around the coon slowly, like clutching to a big security blanket. "It's a pretty big decision, you know?"

Roy straightened. "Oh, wow. That's great!" The kitty blinked, looking up with a mew and a confused expression. "You've already gotten that kind of offer? Man. I would've loved to get to fly around the world at your age. It's supposed to be an amazing experience, visiting other countries, meeting other people, all that." He smiled widely. "You must really have a knack for this job if you're already getting that kind of promotion." Lith flicked his ears uncertainly. "I bet it's a big decision. But dang, Lith, that's one heck of an opportunity you've got in front of you. I'd say, don't pass it up if you don't have to, you know? Not every day you get the chance to see the world without paying for it."

The kitty's ears stood at points, his tail flicking slowly. He smiled after a moment. "You're probably right. Thanks, Roy..."

The raccoon gave a chuckle and pulled out, groaning slowly. The kitty gave a soft sigh with a smile-- and jumped when the raccoon cried out. "My keyboard!" Coon jism was spilling all over the mashed board from behind the kitty's sack, and he hopped off with a yelp.

One hasty cleanup later, the kitty made his goodbyes with a shy little smile and scampered off, leaving the raccoon to decide if his keyboard was still functional. The feline was hardly gone before a friend and fellow over-timer stopped by.

"I'd overheard a little of that..." The hyena smirked. He tended to overhear a lot of people's overtime visits, Roy had noticed. "You gave him some pretty sound advice." He leaned on the cubicle wall and frowned at the calendar hanging across the corner. He pulled up a couple pages to set it to the proper month. "But... you do realize that you just encouraged your favorite to run off with somebody else, never to be seen by the likes of us lowly peons again... don't you?" The raccoon seemed dumbstruck a moment. The hyena gave a why smile. "No? Dang, Roy. You're just too nice sometimes, you know that?" He shook his head and shrugged, walking off and raising a mug of coffee in a lazy wave. "See you in the morning, man."

Roy was left sitting in his chair, staring at the calendar. His eyes dropped a moment. He rose, and flipped the calendar back down to February, featuring a dark gray kitten bounding through a field. He sighed, and sat down, turning to his desk again.

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A dalmation yawned softly behind a newspaper before returning to reading it as she shuffled down the hallway. Stopping at the door to the reception room, she fumbled for her keys-- and paused. A black cat sat next to the door, smiling shyly up at her. She frowned at him, and unlocked the door.