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You didn't have the slightest clue what this last-minute scheduled meeting was about, nor were you particularly enthused to have it in the first place. An hour-long meeting invite sent by your boss with the title "Employee Review" and no further description. Like hell it was an employee review--what was there to review in the middle of March?

You had an idea what it most likely was going to be about. A company-wide buyout, not even two years after you'd signed on, everything swallowed whole by another, bigger fish. With the buyout came changes, which really meant a massive upheaval of the entire business' infrastructure. Your ass was about to be canned, leaving you out in the dirt when all the dust settled.

You knew your employment was short-lived, a ticking bomb whose timer you couldn't see but could hear well enough, but this abrupt appointment left you with little time to consider... well, anything. And now you stood in front of Mr. Hidhas' door, wholly unprepared for what you might encounter behind it. On the door was a handmade sign: KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING PLEASE!

You rapped your knuckles against wood, opening the door when your heard a greeting voice inside. "Carter, just the person I wanted to see today! Come on inside and take a seat! And close the door behind you, if you would kindly."

You put on a fake smile for the kobold's amusement, though it probably wouldn't amount to jack squat. Without enough tenure in the company to bolster your importance, you could only hope for a decent severance package before being kicked to the curb.

You took one of the seats at the head of the desk--if you could call it a real desk. It was more comparable to a toy replica that you'd get for your children, except this replica was fashioned with high quality cherry wood. The kobold-sized furniture would be something to laugh and point at, if the kobold wasn't already present in the room. Instead, it made you feel out of place. The whole room had the same effect on you. Everything was smaller than it should be, except for you, the chair you sat in, and the four walls that made up the office space. You felt much too large, like suddenly being caught in the spotlight, when you'd rather move among the shadows.

Hidhas was taking a moment to neatly file away papers to the side so that the desk was cleared between the two. He seemed so normal, resting in his custom, pristine leather office chair, wearing a light-blue dress shirt that popped against his black scales. You were the giant that was out of place, causing the kobold to tilt his head ever so slightly upwards so he could match your eyes. It was unnerving, and in a ridiculous way, being that you were only an average-sized fox yourself.

"Alrighty, I'll try to keep this meeting brief," started out Hidhas, both arms crossing his chest. "You understand that due to the company's recent buyout, our regional branch is being downsized; organizational restructuring, budget cuts... employee layoffs."

"Yes, yes. I understand," you replied. You'd understood since the buyout had been officially announced last month; quite an abrupt wake-up call for all the branch's employees, now realizing how the quietly prepped rug was ready to be swept from underneath their feet at any moment.

"Carter, I like you, and I know you're not dumb." Mr. Hidhas leaned back in his chair and considered you with an oddly predatory gaze. "When the dust settles, it's likely you'll no longer be employed here. Now, I'm not saying it's a done deal--quite the contrary, actually."

You squirmed in his chair, not caring to hold much value to your boss' contraries. Your head was surefire on the chopping block in the upcoming shakedown, and now was not the opportune time to be laid off, out a job with not a drop of prospective positions to apply for.

"Do you like me, Carter?"

What the fuck did that mean?

"Uhm..." You coughed when the odd question lodged itself in your throat. "Yeah... I think you're a good boss--I'm just not exactly sure what that has to do with the downsizing, sir." You didn't dare elaborate on what you truly thought of your intimidating superior, nor bring up the numerous rumors bouncing around the office, all involving the kobold in very scandalous ways.

"Ah, apologies, let me clarify," Hidhas answered. He leaned forward, hands clasped at the center of his ornate desk, two index fingers lasered at you. "There is a future for you with this company, a future I can make possible. Unlike the dilemma you and your fellow employees find yourself in, my position within the company is well secured, enough so that I have significant say in what happens with our branch during the restructure... I'm sure you can put two and two together."

"So you're willing to vouch for me?"

"Of course I am! You're a model employee, one worth keeping on our team, no matter the cost." The kobold's smile faded then, and a hand stroked at his crested chin. "But my influence is not infinite, and you're not the only employee that's reaching out for a lifeline."

You watched as Hidhas leaned into his desk, saying in a confidential manner, "Now, between you and me, some of them deserve only a swift boot in their ass before marching out the front door. However, others are like you--model employees undeservedly getting axed for no reason besides being shorted in the capitalist game--seek my humble assistance, so I require a little more personal reassurance that I'm bringing the best of the best alongside me into the new age of this company."

Some part of you wanted to be wary of the kobold's alluring speech, but the chance to relief yourself of worries that'd been weighing so heavily on your shoulders was not something to consider for longer than it took your boss to finish the request. "Yes sir, of course, I'm willing to do anything; what would convince you to keep me on the team?"

"Hah, you've always been a go-getter! That's what I love about you," Hidhas said, a mirthful smile spreading back across his muzzle. "Hop on over to my side of the desk so I can show you."

Glad to hop out of the hotseat, you sidle around the desk, only to realize you had two options: standing straight and have the off chance of breaking your boss' neck, or bend downwards with your hands on both knees, possibly offend him into rethinking his proposition. Expecting some papers to be slid your way, you chose the latter with the hope he wouldn't mind. The kobold swiveled your direction but made no further movements, choosing only to lock eyes with you.

"What do you like about me, Carter?"

"Well, erm... you've always been flexible with our work-life balance, allowing us to--"

"No, no. That's not quite what I meant. What do you like about me physically?" You stare dumbly at your boss until he elaborates. "Let me suggest some options to help jog your memory. Maybe you like my tail, an easy choice for most people--squishy, thick, provides a warm headrest. Or maybe you'd prefer what's underneath my tail? I'd like to think I have shapely ass cheeks, and I know plenty have enjoyed the sight and taste of my tailhole. Or maybe you enjoy what's up front. Perhaps a sizeable cock to suck on and get railed by?"

You stood rigid while your boss pondered the options, unable to offer any reaction to the suggestions. You were simply too shocked to do so. The rumors were true, very much so, about other employees partaking in sexual favors for Hidhas' good word. And now here you were, most likely to be laid off in the coming weeks, negotiating your livelihood in exchange for a blowjob, rimjob, or whatever other sexual acts he was currently hinting at.

"Uhm... I don't--I'm not sure..." There was a myriad of things you might've said in effort to stop his advances. Some puked up conglomerate of words that explained you didn't swing that way, that you weren't willing to prostitute yourself for a job, and what Hidhas suggested was sexual harassment in the workplace.

But you couldn't find your words, as if there was a dam holding back anything you might say to reject his offer. You couldn't decide what really was stopping you: the power Hidhas had over you--and the job you relied on--or that somewhere amongst noise running through your head, there was one especially intrusive thought: you were flattered from his offer.

Why were you flattered? He's your fucking boss! Why were you even beginning to consider this? And for the love of God, stop imagining what his dick would look like!

The kobold played his final hand when you hesitated to gather any response. "Carter, let me assure you, if you do what I ask of you, your job is saved. You have my word," Hidhas said, extending his hand in offer.

With your mind equally reeling and relishing his offer, you reach out with your own hand in agreement, shaking on the promise that your job would endure the downsizing at the cost of your pride being downsized instead. A small sacrifice to survive.

Attempting to release your hand, you realized Hidhas now had a grip on you. Once again you were caught in his predatory gaze. His hold on your wrist was tight but not too much so, gently tugging you towards his body, and though you had a height advantage over your vertically challenged superior, you'd never felt so small as you did now.

"No need to fight this, simply give in--be a good pup and you'll be rewarded for your obedience."

You squirmed with a mixture of shame and awkwardness, unsure how to react to your boss' words. You were a deer in headlights, entirely out in the open, no shadows to flee into. But, in that moment, you couldn't have denied feeling some sort of arousal.

When you stopped resisting the tugging grip, Hidhas answered with words of praise, "Ah, good, I knew I'd chosen right; you'll be a perfect team member, won't you pup? But just to be sure, let's test out your teamwork skills."

Your clasped hand was placed atop his crotch, exactly where a noticeable bulge was pressing against the fabric. "You feel that heat, fox? That's my heat, my neediness. It's been trapped inside my pants all day." You did sense the heat that radiated from his crotch; it felt needy, hungry, begging for release.

"You never did answer my question pup, but maybe I can guess what you part of me you favor the most. Go ahead, show me what a valuable subordinate is capable of."

You didn't immediately do as commanded, still pondering whether you might back out now. Bolt out the office. Forget this all happened. Get laid off. Single, alone, no job to fall back to, meager savings to keep afloat for some time in your dreary single-bedroom apartment. Or you could save your job with one simple favor, which could easily be extorted for more favors, blackmailing you into countless sexual acts against your will. Your boss was right--you weren't stupid. Hidhas' seemingly selfless act was not for your benefit. It was to gain a plaything, one that would do anything to keep their livelihood secure and sexual favors secret.

Which was the lesser evil, the easier road to travel? You only had seconds to decide what you might consider your biggest mistake in the years to come.

With a deflated sigh you didn't let show, you clasp a finger and thumb around the zipper and began pulling downwards. A murmur of approval from the kobold's throat, "Yes, keep going pup, tend to my neediness."

Zipper completely undone, you pull open his pants to reveal blue boxer briefs that hugged tightly to his waist, presenting a much more noticeable bulge at the center. A dark, glistening wet spot marked where the briefs were most stretched.

"Enjoying the view?" Hidhas asked, catching your chin when you glanced up. "But I must insist that you take a closer look, and smell, and taste..."

You nodded dumbly when the hand withdrew, choosing to get down to both knees for better access, taking in the view of your boss' unveiled crotch one last time. It was such a surprisingly inviting sight, and you realized, with all your hesitancy now tossed to the wayside, just how eager you were for this moment. Wasting no more time, you pressed your snout into Hidhas, breathing in his essence deeply for the first time.

One lungful of their scent was all it took to break down your reservations completely, allowing you to fully enjoy being at the mercy of your superior. Another deep inhale, and another--you simply couldn't get enough of the kobold's musk. Soft groans from above and an approving caress of your right ear assured you that Hidhas was equally enjoying the attention.

"Drink me in pup, taste my stink. You love it, don't you? I bet you'll love when my scent is smeared across your face, tickling your nose with hints of my stench for hours to come."

It would be nice, delightfully naughty, to have your boss' scent caked into your gray speckled fur, tainting every breath throughout your workday, and fueling you to a frenzied wank at night. The depraved thoughts turned on you even more, urging you to rub your nose up and down the wet spot of his briefs so you might make those daydreams come true.

"Woah, really taking to your new responsibilities quickly, aren't you? That's the initiative we need at this company moving forward. Hard work will be fully compensated. You want to be full, filled with my sweat and cum? I'll give you exactly what you want, little pup, because I am good boss, just like you said." The grip on your ear was made firmer. "Say it again, let your boss know how much you'd love to work hard under them."

"You're a perfect boss, always spoiling your personnel with your generosity. I'd love to work underneath your cock and balls with my tongue, swallowing every last bit of your juices. I'd spend every moment and ounce of my energy pleasuring you, doing exactly what I'm told."

Hidhas' free hand clasped the fur at the back of your head, pushing more of your snout into his bulge. "Such an obedient pup. You'd like every like second of it. Choking on my dick, suffocating from my musk. You'd beg for more."

Suddenly your head was tugged up and away. Freeing his hand from your ear, the kobold slipped his thumb underneath the elastic band of his brief and began tugging down the material. First to show was his fat, black sheath, looking deliciously engorged from your teasing. The next reveal was even more enticing; standing out like a spotlight against the surrounding black scales was his blood red cock, shining with pre at the emerged tip. Only two inches of his shaft had surfaced, having you wondering just how much was still concealed in that fat sheath. Last to be unveiled were his balls, the same dull black as his sheath that allowed it to stand out so pleasantly between the kobold's legs.

"Ah, it feels so nice to be free from that restricting underwear. Looks much better this way, too, don't you think?"

"Yes sir, it does look much better out," you say, still caught in a trance at the beautiful sight.

"I'm so glad you agree, but what exactly is better about it this way?" Hidhas asked. He started to play with himself, rubbing near his tip, smearing his pent-up fluids all over his fingers. "Do you think it's the smell?"

Two sticky digits were pressed against your nostrils, while the rest wrapped around your muzzle, smearing his seed into your fur. You inhale deeply at the kobold's invitation. Yes, it was heavenly, the alluring scent of your boss' precum tickling at your brain.

"Or would you rather have a taste instead?"

The two fingers left your nostrils so that they could be forced into your mouth instead. You happily suckle on the invading fingers, letting Hidhas' salty cum spread across all your tastebuds. Hidhas lazily rubbed himself across your tongue, at one point pushing up to and past his knuckles so that he was nearly at the opening of your throat.

"Personally, I think a symphony of the two is best. My balls filling up that pretty mouth, and your snout buried against the underside of my sheath." Your jaw was released, and you watch as two wet fingers were nonchalantly wiped across your face, leaving no fur unmarked.

While Hidhas continued to use you as his own personal towel, a chime rang out from his computer. "Hmph. Got a meeting in thirty minutes, but that's no matter to you. I'll be a little preoccupied for the next few hours, but your focus will be exactly where in needs to be: on me. But first, I have a perfect cubicle picked out for you to continue working in."

You already knew what Hidhas was implying, so it was no surprise to see the kobold push his chair back, opening a hole for you to crawl under the desk, far easier said than done. The leg space under the compact desk was equally as ill-fitted for someone to shove themselves into, even at your scrawny size.

After some squirming and bumping against the surrounding walls, you finally found a position that wouldn't become unbearable after longer than a few minutes, and Hidhas was satisfied enough to close off your escape with his chair. You were alone now, sealed into your new cubicle, as the kobold had coined it, and only inches from your face was a tube of hot flesh, still ready and waiting to be bathed in affection. The smell of his sex seemed to permeate the air now, perhaps with the help of three closed walls to keep it contained. Or maybe because your boss had permanently tarnished the desk's underside in his seed; he'd no doubt done this with countless others before, judging by the frequency of rumors... and the stained but pleasantly squishy rug placed under his desk. Hidhas truly was a considerate boss, always thinking of his subordinates first, even while they were busy swallowing down his cock.

There were no further advances made by your boss. Both of Hidhas' feet were positioned atop your thighs, one ever so lightly bouncing, but there were no directions given. You could only assume that meant you were to take initiative now, as your boss wouldn't always be available to provide guidance. More noises overhead: the sound of papers being shuffled, followed by brief scratches of a pen. He truly was ignoring you now, or at least doing an excellent job of acting like it. There was no way to truly ignore someone close enough to wash a breath of hot air over his dick with each exhale.

All your focus turned to the red rocket in front of you. It tensed every so often, a few new droplets of precum dripping down the length. You knew what flavor to expect of the kobold's cum, but what about his cock? Had Hidhas recently washed his privates, or were the fumes that assaulted your senses from a distinct lack of cleanliness? Not that you minded if the answer were to be the latter, being that you were too musk-drunk to care.

Not wanting to displease your boss with any longer of a wait, you ventured forth, not wasting and further time with foreplay or teasing. You carefully wrap his length in the warm embrace of your dripping maw. After taking in all of his currently available length, you pull back to the tapered tip. Back and forth, over and over, your movements a little stiff until you find a satisfying rhythm.

While slopping wet noises began to announce themselves from within your small confinements under the desk, sounds of work continued above: the short scribble of words onto another document, the clacking of keys on his keyboard, and the occasional finger tapping of a manager deep in thought. You wondered if any work was truly getting done by Hidhas. Maybe he'd mastered the art of blending pleasure and productivity, harnessing the power of multitasking in its most provocative form. Or he just enjoyed playing the part of a hard worker lost in the thick of his managerial duties, while someone else was lost in a haze of his musk-filled, scaled sheath.

Your mind was indeed lost in a haze. With one hand cradling his balls and the other squeezing his swollen sheath, you continue taking more and more inches of the kobold into your mouth, with still more waiting to be greedily gulped down. Your boss seemed very well endowed, even with the lack of experience you had with such things. With inches yet remaining outside your muzzle, you already feel a rising pressure at the back of your throat. You needed to gauge how good your deepthroat game was--and quickly, if you had any hope to attempt taking the entirety of the kobold into your mouth.

Hidhas wasn't completely neglectful of your needs; while you were dutifully working above, his feet were busy below, both idly pressing and grinding through your pants. He obviously had familiarity with past targets that were caught underneath his toes: each sensational touch was from that of an expert, knowing exactly how hard to push down without the pressure becoming unbearable, and methods of dragging his toe claws to send jolts down your spine.

You had the burning desire to know what else those paws could do, and so you drop a hand to your belt, crudely unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping your pants. As you consider if you might've been too hasty in your search for pleasure, your delighted when two paws wrapped themselves around your exposed prick, squeezing and pumping in a rather nonchalant fashion--to which you were glad, as you would've climaxed in mere moments had the kobold been overzealous. The stimulation of his pads was already sending bouts of ecstasy that curled your toes and coaxed small moans out of each breath through your nostrils.

Another chime from outside your confined space. Presumedly fifteen minutes already passed, with another fifteen minutes before Hidhas would be joining his meeting. To you, the chime rang out as a challenge: satisfy your boss before time expired and showcase just how valuable an employee you could be.

You pull more of Hidhas' cock past your jaws and down your gullet, pleasantly surprised with your newfound deepthroating skills. Granted, you were lucky that your first experience was with the kobold's tapered, manageable size and not some gargantuan monstrosity, but there was still a sense of pride earned from stuffing as much meat as you now had down your throat. Continuing to go above and beyond, you snake your tongue out to lap at Hidhas' sheath and balls, thoroughly coating his scales in saliva.

You loved this. You loved every moment. Pleasing your boss with your dedication with the hopes of being rewarded his seed filling you up so warmly. Why were you ever intimidated by your boss? Why'd you ever listen to those nasty rumors? Your boss was amazing and so fucking hot. You were the one who should be ashamed, being so apprehensive about the kobold. You were thankful for his friendship, allowing you the privilege to continue your career for the small favor of companionship. It was really a win-win for you, sitting beneath his desk, cradling his fat nuts, deepthroating his pulsing cock, soon to be filled with his fertile semen. What more could you ask for?

You began to sense gradual changes in his behaviors; first were the erratic twitches of his member in your mouth. Next came ever so subtle humping of his crotch into your face, slow enough to not disturb your work. You barely heard his heavy breathing over the sounds of your suckling and slurping echoing in the boxed confines. It was so nice to know your work was being appreciated. You wanted his cum so badly. You wanted to know your efforts were up to his standards. Maybe he'd even praise you for going above and beyond his expectations.

Hidhas must be getting close now, as his paws were now picking up pace to match yours. You never realized a footjob could feel so good. You only hoped his pleasure was anywhere near equal from your crude efforts. He must be on the edge, he had to be, he begged it so. You couldn't hold back your own climax for much longer, and time was ticking down. If he joined the meeting early, before you were able to get him off... it wasn't something you'd consider, instead focusing your efforts on coating every scale in your spit. Your jaw was hurting from the pressure of his girth, but no matter. Only his pleasure mattered.

And then your endeavors were rewarded: a hinting spasm allowed you to ready for his first load--and what a load it was! It hit the back of your throat and was immediately sent down to your stomach, but you didn't want to waste his precious seed, so you back off his shaft to allow his remaining pumps to fall onto your tongue. You loved how his climax filled your muzzle and bathed your tongue, not necessarily from the taste of his salty cum--which was an acquired taste that you'd learn to love in time--but how his essence overpowered you. The warmth, the unending flow, all demonstrating his dominance over you. He was your superior, your master. You were his subordinate, his pet.

You were over the edge now. You could only hold on back for a few more seconds, a few more strokes of his pads along your length, before you shot your seed into the air. You wanted to gasp so that your boss would hear your whimpering pleasure, but you'd need to swallow his seed to do so, and you didn't want that just yet. All you could conjure was a throaty trill from your closed maw while ropes of your cum splattered across his feet.

You ever so gently suckled on his cock while you came down from your own climax. You were spent, the last few dribbles escaping your tip, emptied and exhausted in your little cubicle. Hidhas evacuated himself from your embrace. You watched his member sway in front of your face, dripping wet with his and your fluids. A hand from above grabbed the underside of your jaw and was angled to one side. Your boss positioned his dick over your cheek and transferred his sticky mess onto your coat in long sweeps. He did so for a few minutes, turning your face back and forth, looking to completely dry his member with your desecrated fur.

His hand was the last to wipe itself on your forehead before retreating from your view. A few clicks from above, and then a pause. "Afternoon everyone," said Hidhas, sounding his usual, professional self. "Apologies for my few minutes tardiness. Shall we hop into it, then?"

A resounding response of agreement came from Hidhas' computer, none complaining of his late arrival. Yet it did bother you, knowing you weren't fast enough. He did not express any anger or disappointment with your efforts, not that he would while his camera was on.

The kobold did finally share his approval with his roaming feet on your body, leaving his colleagues none the wiser to your presence. Everywhere his large paws worked to smeared your fluids: shimmering strands across your shirt, sticky stains on your pants, matted fur where normally was a bushy tail. He focused especially on your head, seeming hellbent on coating every part of your speckled face. Toes scraped across your cheeks and pinched at your ears. You must've looked a disaster right now. The dirty thought threatened to bring you to back to full mast, even after you'd just spent your spunk that now clung to every part of you. After ridding the worst of your mess from his paws, Hidhas pushed the two meaty pads against your snout. Their meeting progressed while you carefully and quietly tended to his paws from out of sight.

"Yes, let's get a quote wrapped up this week so we can purchase materials by the end of the month," Hidhas said above, all while switching my focus to his other foot below.

"Yes, that looks prefect, very nicely done Veronica."

His big toe curled on my tongue, wiping back and forth across your battered tastebuds. You were tasting more your spit than his paws, each foot having been through a few tongue-baths by now.

"Jonathan, how quickly can you wrap up on your end?"

Hidhas was really feeling risqué, filling your mouth with more of his toes, almost daring you to expose yourself by involuntary choking on his paw. Your willpower holds out anyways, not giving into the kobold's games, continuing to uphold the standards of a model employee.

"I'll pencil in our sixty-percent review for the ninth of next month, any objections?"

Even if you did let loose a noise, no one would question enough to accuse Hidhas of any wrongdoing, and if they did, your boss would play it off with his charming words. It would take nothing short of jumping out from under the desk and into the camera's vision, revealing your semen-coated uniform to everyone watching. Not that you'd dare such a thing, nor want to.

"I don't know about you guys, but I think I'll be taking a load off here soon; thank goodness it's Friday, right?"

Small talk signaled the meeting was wrapping up, another half-hour gone by. You'd explored every inch of Hidhas' feet during that time. Several times they'd exchanged places in your mouth, your tongue applying another coat of saliva on his sole and between his toes. There was not a drop of your spunk left on his scales, a job well done.

"Thanks again everyone, have a great weekend!"

Hidhas only focused his attention for a few more clicks before laying back with a long-winded sigh. "Veronica won't have a job at the end of Monday. Many people won't, but you will, little pet," he said, pinching your nose between his toes. The kobold moved his chair back to get a look at you. He smiled, obviously liking what he saw.

"You are quite a mess." Hidhas pondered your unsightly state, tapping a finger against his chin. "I very much doubt you'll be able to sneak out of here without someone catching sight of you. Lucky for you that everyone leaves early on Friday. Another few hours and the office should be empty, though that's a guess. Better to wait another hour or two more to be sure."

He rolled forward again to pin you back under the table, saying to himself, "Yes, you should definitely stay hidden for a while longer, just to be safe."

With your boss' musky sheath shoved into your face, you couldn't agree more.