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"So, mister Moon," The large elephant lady looked over her miniscule laptop at the cocky wolf sitting across from her. "You are aware why you were called in here, correct?"

The wolf sneered and looked away. His button-up shirt wasn't done up all the way, showing off his dusty-grey fur and chiseled chest. His dress-pants bulged with his thigh muscles, and he hadn't even bothered to properly tie his tie, which hung way too low below his neck-line.

"Because someone couldn't take a compliment?" He had one arm over the back of the chair and one leg over the arm of the chair. He seriously didn't believe he was in trouble.

"We've had numerous complaints about inappropriate comments-"

"Like I said, can't take a compliment," Mister Moon interrupted.

"-from all genders," Miss Ahmid continued as if he hadn't interrupted.

"Three reports of sexual misconduct-"

"Hey, her butt was in the way of my hand!"

"-and about a dozen reports of you watching porn while at work."

"Hey, what I do on my own time is my business."

"That was on the company computer, in the office, during work hours, not on your lunch break, using the company credit card, which you had stolen." Miss Ahmed quickly added a note of theft to Mr Moon's file.

For the first time, Mr Moon looked uncomfortable. His ears flicked back and he had a sheepish smile. "Y-yeah, well, everyone should really be paying me for the view of such a nice wolf dick. It's a fair trade, I'd say." He tugged at his collar, which Miss Ahmid imagined didn't do too much.

"Were you actively masturbating at your desk as well?" She pushed.

Mr Moon thought for a moment. "...I'm going to be fired no matter what I say, aren't I?"

"It's going to take an incredibly convincing argument to make me consider keeping you on the payroll after all of this, yes. Especially since you're still on your three-month probation." How he had got past the interviews, she couldn't fathom. Her second and the team manager had handled those. They would need to have a talk after.

"Then, yeah, I wanked it hard! Damn, covered the desk in spooge, ruined the keyboard too, had to ask Terra from IT to get me a new one. She did not believe it was icing! Ha-ha!" He laughed to himself. Somehow knowing he was fucked either way seemed to alleviate any nervousness around the situation.

"Yes, that was one of the complaints." Ahmid typed on her keyboard for a few minutes, finalizing the paper work to transfer Mr Moon off of the payroll. The wolf sat there for almost thirty seconds before he had to talk.

"So, like, if I'm fired... You want to fuck?"

Miss Ahmed paused her typing. This man had just one thing on his mind, and it was putting his tiny prick in anything that moved. She had noted that not all of the complaints had come from women, either. If it was fuckable, he wanted to fuck it. This was going to make her job much easier.

"Let me wrap up these papers and I'll give you a good look at what's beneath my skirt." Miss Ahmed didn't smile as she said this. While there was always some pleasure in terminating a problematic employee, there was a mantel of professionalism that her position and stature was duty bound to uphold. Mr Moon, on the other hand, whooped loudly.

"Aww yeah! Going out with a BANG!" The wolf didn't bother waiting for Miss Ahmed to finish typing up her papers. Immediately his shirt became unbuttoned and his tie was flung across the room into the oversized waste-paper basket. Miss Ahmed eyed the fabric; fitting, she thought. Mr Moon was just unzipping his pants when the printer suddenly jolted to life.

"I will need you to sign these termination documents, then we can get on with making sure you're thoroughly- and do forgive my language- fucked," she said. Her trunk daintily grabbed a pen from her desk while she reached over and pulled out the sheets of paper that spewed from the printer. She brought both to Mr Moon who had already brought his cute bulge out between the flaps of his fly.

"Paper work gets you horny, eh?" He said. He leaned over the desk and scribbled on the paper. "Whatever floats your boat, and gets my rocks off, the better!" This was the easiest Mr Moon had ever been to filling out paper work and returning it on time. Miss Ahmed wasn't sure he had even turned in the initial sign-off on the in-office locker.

"If I may be blunt with you, Mr Moon, sacking an employee does give me a thrill of power," she said. For the first time since the meeting had started, she smiled. Her trunk plucked her spectacles off of her face, and she undid some of the buttons on her suit-jacket to let her breasts relax. Mr Moon's eyes went wide like a kid in a candy store, and his prick was tenting his underwear. She walked around the desk and sat on the corner. The size difference between the two was stark. While Mr Moon was a substantial five-foot-eleven inches tall, due to her species, Miss Ahmed was easily eight feet tall. The wolf only barely came up to her stomach, and she had to take measures to even see him past her breasts.

"You've been a very bad employee," Miss Ahmed said. Her voice was lower and more sultry than it had been the first time she said it. "And bad employees require punitive action, isn't that right?" Mr Moon merely nodded. He had trouble keeping his tongue in his mouth and was openly drooling at the prospect of fucking a larger, older woman. "Good," she continued, "it looks like you can take some direction. Let's see how well you take discipline." She kicked off her shoes and lifted her foot to gently press on the wolf's tenting bulge. The pressure wasn't heavy, but Mr Moon could feel the power behind it. He didn't think he would be able to push her off if he tried. This just made his cock throb harder. "You're not to touch yourself until I say so. Am I clear?"

Mr Moon nodded with a needy whimper.

"What a good boy. Almost a model employee. But let's see how you handle a bigger project." Miss Ahmed stood up from the desk. Despite her grace, the floor still shook from her weight. With a dainty pair of fingers, she pinched the front of her beige, knee-length skirt and lifted it just an inch. "I told you, you would get to see under my skirt. Why don't you climb under there like a good boy and pleasure me."

"That's my specialty!" Mr Moon proudly proclaimed. Pleasuring women of any size was what he lived for, even if he didn't get as much practice in as he'd like. That's why he went to the gym every day and worked his ass off to have the biggest, most toned body of everyone there. Well, he didn't have it yet, but he knew people were already swooning over his tight athletic abs and perky butt. Hell, he only applied to this job because it came with a free membership to his favourite local gym. He got up and strutted towards Miss Ahmed. With a flourish he raised her skirt and cast it behind him, like a performer moving past the curtain.

The smell hit him first. The heavy feminine musk that was normally drowned out by perfume and anti-scent sprays was in full force between the elephant's legs. It immediately made his dick spurt some pre. He sniffed deep and took in that powerful scent, letting it fuel him. Then he looked at what he was working with.

"Wait, a penis?" He said with surprise. His exclamation was muffled beneath the fabric.

"A good employee knows how to handle unexpected twists and requirements of a project. I trust you'll still be able to handle it." Miss Ahmed said.

Mr Moon looked at the dangling, flaccid dick before him and those heavy orbs. He shrugged and moved in to put his skills to use. "Of course! Just surprised, is all, ma'am." He said with just as much confidence as before. Without hesitation, he grabbed the tip of that dick and brought it up level with his muzzle. Despite still being soft, it was nearly as big as his arm. This let him shove his face right into the soft, wrinkly foreskin and get immediately sex-drunk off of the smell. His tongue began lapping at that hidden head. His other arm was busy rubbing and fondling those nuts as best it could, but at their size, he could barely hold onto one at a time.

Miss Ahmed let a pleasurable sigh escape her chest as she relaxed and enjoyed the wolf's attentions. At least he wasn't just all hot air and bragging. He might be a disrespectful prick, but all dogs knew how to use their tongue.

Mr Moon could feel her swelling to half mast, which proved he was doing something right. The wolf had had enough experience with himself to navigate around a cock. His arms dropped those orbs and began rubbing the underside of that heavy shaft, half to keep it upright and half to encourage it to grow harder and hold itself up. The skin was smooth as silk and slid up and down the spire with ease. He gently pressed and kneaded that underside, feeling for the throbs to know when he was doing something right.

The elephant leaned back and moaned softly at the attention. Briefly she considered keeping Mr Moon as a desk-assistant, since he actually knew what he was doing to some degree. But no, the paperwork was filed, and she had a job to do. Besides, there were plenty of interns eager to care for these needs that wouldn't be a massive douche about it afterwards. Her hand came around and gently cupped the back of his head through her skirt. "Don't mind me, Mr Moon. A good manager provides guidance and support to lead you to our company goals."

Her hand gently nudged his head left and right until his nose rubbed up against the lips of her shaft. She silently thanked him for holding up her cock to let her do this so quickly. With a grunt and a shove, Mr Moon's muzzle lodged itself firmly into her cock. There was a yelp and a mild scuffle beneath her skirt, but the wolf wasn't able to fight against her hand and escape. That cock clenched and with another push, the wolf's head was firmly encased in her cock. Miss Ahmed lifted her skirt to see her foreskin bunched up around his shoulders. She let go completely at this point. Mr Moon tried to push away or punch at her thighs, but there was no give as that cock continued to suck inwards.

"I am sorry, Mr Moon. Despite your excellent re-evaluation, the company has decided to continue the process of sacking you," As she said the word 'sacking?, she clenched her thighs and that wolf was sucked up past his shoulders. "It has been a pleasure working with you."

There was muffled series of shouts from the midsection of Miss Ahmed's cock, swears, curses, and other derogatory statements, she was sure. She wasn't able to make any of them out through the thick flesh of her dick, but the vibrations and sensations that came from his stamina was amazing. As he was sucked down, her cock ger harder and taller. Eventually it stood so tall and firm, she could drape her skirt over its base. Mr Moon's still clothed legs kicked in the air in desperation. He almost got her in the face, which simply would not do. Just before his hips slipped into her cock, she deftly undid his tail-buckle with her trunk and tugged it up. Her trunk pulled those pants directly up, causing them to get caught on his shoes and bunch up around his ankles, stopping his furious retaliation. Now all his kicking did was sink him further into her shaft where those balls were waiting to take him.

The wolf's dick was the only obstacle, as it bent backwards trying to fit into the tight slit. She actually pulled him out slightly to adjust it, pressing it up against his body, before letting his perky rump descend into the shaft with the rest of him. Once past his hips, his legs slurped down like noodles and it took only mere seconds for the wolf to be fully encased in her cock. She casually plucked off his pants and shoes, tossing them with his tie in the wastepaper basket, and let her cock grow soft was the wolf slipped past her perineum and into those heavy, sloshing balls.

The skirt draped back over Miss Ahmed's groin without any ceremony, hiding her cock and the evidence of Mr Moon from the world. She slowly wandered the office, picking up the discarded shirt and any of Mr Moon's paper work to summarily dispose of. She sat back down at her desk, ignoring his muffled shouts and the squirming, writhing sensation in her balls, and put her spectacles back on her face. She then reached over to her phone and pressed down a button.

"Yes Miss Ahmed?" A staticky voice said.

"Jackie, Mr Moon has been sacked, and all of the paper work is ready for filling. Could you please arrange some new interviews for his position?" She smirked to herself, imagining that his position was now between her legs. It was a shame the position was only temporary.

"Of course, Miss Ahmed," Jackie said. "Will he be clearing his desk?"

"No, no. Please get the intern Scott to do it."

"I'm on it!" Jackie said. There was a click and the line went dead. Miss Ahmed leaned back in her chair and summarily re-did her buttons. Already the wolf's squirms were dying down as he melted into the pool of elephant jizz. Her eyes went to the clock. It was still an hour before lunch. He'd be fully creamed by the time lunch hour came around. Perhaps Jackie would like to go out with her and get a little cream-of-wolf herself.