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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

Don't ask where this idea came from, even I don't know. I literally just sat down and started writing, this is what came out. O.o

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Times had been tough of late; being a high school dropout without a college degree these days meant Grant's employment opportunities were slim to none. Add in a slew of poor choices and unprotected sex; an unplanned for kid on the way, the young Great Dane was caught between a rock and a hard place. He'd been raised right and wasn't about to run away from his responsibilities, he wanted to make sure he stuck around for his unborn child.

When the position of a night watchman in a control room came up, Grant thought his luck had changed. It was decent pay, a couple notches above minimum wage actually and it was not very hard work from what he had found out. The job seemed like the perfect opportunity for him, he was big and imposing looking, so he would fit in well. In addition, it would give him time to study toward a degree and eventually get something better.

Of course, when the security company saw the large black and white harlequin Great Dane with his broad chest and shoulders, they almost hired him on the spot. Their decision to take him on, despite his lack of experience was overlooked due to how well he did on their simple entry test. According to his results, he was a natural protector and followed commands well. After a background check came back clear, he was offered the position and took it without hesitation.

The first few weeks went as expected, Grant was scheduled to work in a chemical factory on the industrial side of town, it was a smaller facility so two guards was plenty for their needs. The large canine was paired up with an ageing and more experienced partner, John whom would show him the ropes before he retired so Grant could take over as the senior guard on site.

John was a very mellow old guy, years of sitting in an office chair watching cameras had given the bulldog a rotund belly. As such he liked to let Grant do the rounds every couple of hours, watching as the big mutt appeared on the various cameras and checked for any potential problems. John would also give Grant plenty of time to study, often nodding off in the comfortable chair in their office, leaving Grant to occasionally look up at the monitors and scan for intruders while he studied to the sounds of John snoring.

All was going well until John's retirement date came up; the company had not managed to find a suitable replacement in time so a supervisor had been pulled in to fill the position until one was found. Of course, this was not ideal for the grumpy English Badger, she'd been far too comfortable riding a desk and working the nine to five for years. Being sent out to a remote office and actually having to do some work left Gretchen Haridass with a sour outlook on her situation. Even John's parting words to Grant were ominous, "Good luck with Hardass."

The fact Gretchen was old enough to be Grant's mother certainly did not help matters either; the badger was downright hostile to the young man the first few days. Most of his questions were met with a barely restrained snarl and roll of her eyes, the badger just did not seem to have the time of day for Grant.

While the current work environment was tense if not outright hostile, at least Gretchen did not care enough to enquire about his studies or bother trying to interrupt them. As far as she was concerned, the sooner the kid got away from her the better.

At least that's how things were until one evening where nothing seemed to be going right for Grant, his fiancé was sick and even his old car broke down, leaving him to catch the bus and run the remainder of the way to work. By the time he arrived in the office, Gretchen wrinkled her nose at his stink and glared at the young dog.

"You smell like a dumpster fire, go take a shower!" the badger practically shouted at Grant, causing him to back out of the office with his tail tucked between his legs. Grant quickly scurried away from the offices, searching for the showers and breathing a sigh of relief when he spotted the employee bathrooms, only to find they were locked. With a firm jiggle and tug, Grant pulled hard enough that he was just shy of ripping the door from its hinges rather than facing dealing with Gretchen again. It was no use; the doors were well and truly locked. With a resigned sigh and slumped shoulders, he turned and headed back to the office.

"I can still smell you, dog!" Gretchen snarled as soon as he entered.

"I know, but the bathrooms are locked..." he began to say, only to be cut off by the grumpy badger.

"Of course they fuckin' are..." Gretchen sighed, raising her plump motherly form from the comfortable office chair to push past the big Great Dane standing awkwardly in the doorway.

Grant followed behind Gretchen as she stomped along the passage towards the bathrooms, unable to stop his gaze from lowering to her plump but surprisingly firm behind as it swayed with every step. For a bigger woman, he had never noticed she had quite a sultry walk and some toned thighs to boot. As she stopped and turned to growl back at him, Grant quickly looked away and hoped she hadn't caught him staring. The last thing he wanted was to be written up for sexual harassment, he had a feeling Gretchen would make it her personal mission to get him fired if he was.

"Door locks automatically, so I'll hold it open while you wash that stink off yourself. Make it fast, I don't have all night!" Gretchen demanded in annoyance, even stomping her foot to emphasize the need for urgency.

"Yes ma'am!" Grant yelped and darted inside the bathrooms, quickly beginning to strip down. He could feel he was being watched, but as awkward as it was to shower with an audience, it was easier than the probable argument of asking Gretchen to let the door lock and let him out when he was ready. For all he knew, she would leave him locked up until the staff got in the next morning and write him up for going AWOL.

Gretchen at first looked on with disdain at the young mutt as he began to strip, but the more of his body that was revealed to her, she felt an odd attraction starting to form. Her image of Grant being a young dumb pup was starting to be replaced by an image of a big studly man. He had strong broad shoulders; well-defined pecs and washboard abs, he damn well looked like he could be an underwear model. He had those nice strong arms she loved in men too, the kind that could pick up her hefty weight with ease and make her feel dainty. But most of all, Grant was packing, her eyes going wide briefly as she spotted the thick and heavy looking sheath he sported. The way it swung and shifted as he moved about a good sign he was sporting what she liked to call "a pussy wrecker," the kind that left a nice ache between her thighs the morning after.

Grant washed and scrubbed himself as fast as he could, all the while feeling Gretchen's gaze on him. Finally stepping out of the shower and beginning to dry himself off, Grant rubbed furiously at his hair to dry it off, his vision obscured by the towel when all of a sudden he heard the definite "click" of a door closing. Great, she'd locked him in here for taking too long...

"You've got a nice thick dick, pup..." Gretchen said from right in front of him as her hand reached out to grab at his exposed sheath.

"Woah! Hey now..." Grant yelped and jumped back, dropping his towel and staring wide eyed at the grinning badger.

"Nice puppy makers too..." Gretchen growled playfully, reaching out to cup Grant's hefty sack, rolling his balls in her palm. The badger wouldn't be deterred, she'd seen what he had to offer and now she wanted some. Stepping closing to Grant as he tried to back away again, her hand remaining between his thighs and fondling the dog the entire way until his back met the metal lockers with a bang.

"Gretchen, I'm engaged!" Grant tried to reason with her.

"So what, I'm married, what they don't know won't hurt them," she pressed on, now grasping and stroking at his reluctantly swelling sheath as she continued to roll and squeeze at his balls.

"I'll report you!" the Great Dane barked out at an uncomfortably rough squeeze to his balls.

"To who? I'm best friends with Jenny in HR, besides...where's your proof kid? Ain't no cameras in the bathrooms," She sneered up at him, slowly getting down onto her knees before a defeated looking Grant.

Sure enough, as he looked around the room, there definitely weren't any cameras in here with them. She was right too, Gretchen had a reputation as being a man hater despite being married. So who would they believe if it came down to it, the word of a young desperate mutt, or a seasoned and married woman? He had no proof, no leg to stand on...plus that mouth suddenly wrapped around his rapidly growing length was really starting to feel amazing.

Grant looked down in surprise to find Gretchen willingly and eagerly bobbing her mouth along his thick red shaft, he hated to admit it, but she was giving him the best blowjob of his young life. His dull claws scratched back against the metal lockers as he fought the urge to buck into her maw, closing his eyes and trying to at least picture his fiancé doing this to him. It had been weeks since they'd last been intimate so he knew he was pent up, but even still, he felt his climax hitting far sooner than usual. Gretchen seemed not to have a gag reflex as she constantly took him in completely, her nose pressed into his groin with his tip tickling the back of her throat. Even her tongue was incredible, the way she almost curled it around him inside her maw to stroke his flesh with gentle squeezes, he had never felt anything like it. Grant growled and snarled in desperation, his hips twitched and bucked under the constant assault of the older woman's maw on his length. Unlike his fiancé however, Gretchen did not pull off in disgust as he began to paint her tonsils with his seed, instead she pressed deeper down until her lips kissed at his knot and swallowed every last drop before pulling off with a satisfied slurp.

"Mmn, tasty..." she commented while remaining kneeling before him, nuzzling against the side of his softening length. Grant had not noticed how pretty her eyes were, a dark shade of green with gold flecks in them, though she was usually scowling at him so he never got a proper look before. "Going soft on me already? I thought you young studs were supposed to have stamina!" the badger mocked.

Grant watched in stunned silence as she promptly popped open her top and undid her bra, revealing a pair of plump white furred breasts with dark pink nipples, raising herself up a little as she trapped his length between them. With a smirk, she began to rock and work his shaft to fullness again, trapping his length within the silky soft furred valley of her cleavage, Grant could not do anything but watch in amazement and groan in delight as the bitchy badger let him fuck her tits.

"There we go, good pup...now lay down for Mommy like a good bitch," Gretchen ordered once she felt the Dane's length was hard as iron again, giving Grant's orbs a painful squeeze when he didn't immediately do as told. The large dog reluctantly moved over to lay down on the benches before the lockers with Gretchen following soon after.

He didn't have to wait long to see what she was up to after she removed her trousers and underwear before straddling his waist, one hand grasping his thickness and aiming him skyward while she descended down onto him. With a cursory brush or two of his tapered tip between her pouting folds to line him up correctly, the hefty short badger sunk herself down slowly onto Grant's waiting spire with a pleasured snarl.

"Big dick you got there, puppy..." Gretchen snarled, her eyes screwed shut tight as she winced from how he was stretching her out. Her claws scratched down his chest and leaving marks that would be hard to explain to his fiancé later. Right now though, Grant was too distracted by the incredibly tight heat sinking down onto him. Despite how plump she was and how wide her hips were, Gretchen felt like she was trying to strangle his prick with her insides with how tightly she was clenching down around him. Even when her outer folds kissed his knot and she rose up a little, it almost felt like the badger was trying to lift his hips with her grip around his cock.

The Great Dane hated to admit how great the plump badger felt around him as she began to bounce and ride, her full bare breasts jiggling and swaying with her efforts. She wasn't a gentle lover by any stretch of the imagination, bucking and slamming herself down onto him like he was just a fucktoy, using his thick red cock for her own pleasure.

"Let me know when you're going to cum," huffed the badger as she reached up to pinch and toy with one of her nipples as she roughly ground herself down against his lap, gyrating her hips with surprising fluidity that a professional belly dancer would be proud of as she stirred his prick about inside herself. Grant couldn't decide which would be worse; cumming inside the married badger unwillingly, or not cumming soon enough and letting this torture continue.

Grant didn't have much of a choice either way, Gretchen was setting the pace and she was doing a good job of working the unwilling mutt towards his finish second finish already. Even as hard as he grit his teeth or as loud as he growled, Grant couldn't hold back his telling whine. Gretchen heard it too, smirking down at Grant as he opened his eyes to look up at her in confusion as she rose off his length for a brief moment before sinking back down onto him slowly.

Only this time she felt different, hotter and tighter. Grant lifted his head to look down across his belly in amazement as he saw that the badger had guided him an inch further back and stuck him under her tail. "Bad timing, don't normally do this, but I don't think either of us wants another little bastard running around..." she explained with a wince as he stretched her in all new ways. He had never had the inclination to attempt such things with his fiancé so this was a new sensation for him, he had never even particularly thought about trying it. But now here he was, almost balls deep under his married supervisors twitching tail and flicking tail...it felt fucking fantastic.

"Enjoy it kid, even mister Haridass doesn't get my ass without a very special occasion..." Gretchen smirked as she saw Grant's eyes almost roll into the back of his head in pleasure. He whined and bucked beneath her, desperate to cum, but she was even tighter here than before and it was like a damned cockring preventing him from his release.

Unfortunately, for Grant, his only mercy would come in the form of Gretchen's foot slipping out from under her as she pushed off the steam-slicked floor and unceremoniously sunk down hard onto the Great Dane's thick waiting knot. He could not help it, the way her body clenched defensively about the base of his cock behind his knot as it popped accidentally inside her ass was just too much.

With a howl, Grant bucked his hips from the bench as he hammered up against the plush badger ass tied in place. Only after he came down from his high did Grant become aware of a new dampness across his belly and chest, his nose twitching as he sniffed and caught the obvious musky scent of badger. Looking up at Gretchen, he saw her staring down at him with a dazed expression, giggling almost drunkenly down at him.

"You're a good fuck, pup. Might have to delay finding a replacement for John...working the nightshift just got a whole lot better."