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“Why are there still so many files coming in? It's almost the end of the day!"

Washu didn't hate her job, the same way that so many other people did.

She wasn't necessarily a fan of being back in an office building, and she didn't think it all that great that she had to wait to take an elevator up and down every day, adding to her commute and forcing her out of bed that five minutes earlier—a sacred time for her to be cuddled up under the covers while she contemplated her life decisions.

For all of that being the case, the only reason that she was able to tolerate an uninterrupted week of work was the presence of her favorite distraction: her boyfriend, Ryoohki, always found ways to make the workday interesting for her, and with a long and needed weekend looming, the final hours of her shift were dragging slower than a snail moving through deep mud.

“I swear, if that email folder dings over one more time..."

Ding.

If it had stopped at just one, Washu might have been able to swallow her words, but the life of a woman that was recently moved into a more managerial role was one filled with later nights and shifts ending after everyone else had cleared the floor.

She'd bemoaned that fate to Ryoohki more than once, and the bear took note of the fact after the very first time; Washu had no idea just how closely he was paying attention to her rants.

“Aaaaaand now I'll be at least an hour late getting home," she muttered. “How the hell could this day possibly get any better?"

She was used to that sort of sarcasm being met with an equal dose of sarcasm from reality itself.

Washu didn't expect anything positive when she heard the elevator doors open on the other side of the floor, and she didn't bother turning around when she heard someone walking through the cubicles.

Probably just someone trying to get ahead of Monday's work and sneak a little OT at the same time, she thought. Can't really blame them. The pay's better that way and there's less to do to start next week.

The recent move to a salaried position meant that there were fewer overtime opportunities than ever for Washu, and the lack thereof kept her from working her hardest at any point in the week, even when the tradeoff was being stuck in her cubicle for such a long time that her dinner would be getting cold when she made it back home...

...at least, that would have been the case, if Ryoohki wasn't paying such close attention to her working situation.

“Oh, for the love of fuck!" she called out, careless about how her fellow employee might have judged her for that sort of behavior. “Three more. Three more fucking files, and I was this close to finally making it out the damn door!"

She didn't think that anyone would be brave enough to commiserate with her, but that was far more likely than the scenario that followed.

A man turning the corner of her cubicle entrance, dwarfing the door and sporting a knowing grin, was the last thing she expected to see in her place of work.

“Gonna be burning the midnight oil again, are you?"

Ryoohki wasn't above teasing Washu at work when he was trapped at home, and more than once, the contents of an email, the voice on a phone call, or even the magical connection between a bear and his favorite, enchanted plushie brought the two together when they couldn't literally be.

He shouldn't have been in the office right then, and he shouldn't have been on Washu's floor at all, but he wasn't concerned with what the rules- that standard, workplace conduct- had to say about his presence.

“R...Ryoohki, w-what the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in?"

“I asked one of the last people leaving to hold the door for me. Said I forgot my stuff at my desk."

“...That checks out. The security around this place is horribly lax, but still, y-you...you know you shouldn't be here, right?"

“Mmhm. But you shouldn't either."

“The joys of being a salaried employee are vast and varied, darling."

“So I hear," Ryoohki teased. “But I'd rather do something about it for you, than hear about it when you finally have a chance to make it home tonight."

Washu's snicker held a certain bitterness. “That tired of hearing me complain about my new promotion, already?"

“That's not it at all, Washu. You've been working your butt off for the past few weeks, and by the sound of it, all that extra effort you're putting in has been ignored by all the higher ups, but...it hasn't been ignored by me."

Softer emotions crept back into Washu's smile as she looked up at her favorite, saber-toothed ursine.

“That's very sweet of you to say, big guy. You didn't have to come all this way down here just to say that to me, though."

“Well, no. Of course I didn't have to," Ryoohki agreed. “But I wanted to...and I did have to come all this way to make sure you were properly appreciated at work, the same as you are at home."

The shape of his grin, pushing up his tusks and curling all the way to his cheek, told everything that Washu needed to know about his intentions.

Thanks to the enchanted plush she'd gifted to him, she'd already had a few close calls at the office, when the rest of her employees were still present.

Right then, it was Washu, Ryoohki, and an eerily empty collection of cubicles; there would be no better chance for the sheep to act on whatever fantasy popped into her mind, and right then, Ryoohki had her feeling like the executive that she might someday become.

“...Sounds like you had something specific in mind for me, Ryoohki. Am I wrong?"

“I may have had a few ideas to choose from, but the important thing is that you get what you want," the bear replied. “Even if that's just for me to grab you a coffee and keep my mouth shut while you get the rest of your work done."

In the back of her mind, Washu was trying to keep her softer emotions in check, feeling such a rush of affection that it almost overtook her desire to act a kinkier thought.

“That would be sweet, and certainly helpful," Washu confirmed. “But I'm afraid I'm just too stressed to get any work done, no matter how much coffee I put in my system. Truth is that I've probably already had too much, today. Feels like I could burst."

“...Perhaps you need your favorite employee to help you blow off some steam?"

“There's nothing I'd like better, but he'd better hurry under the desk and be nice and discrete if he wants to stay on my good side. I can be quite the taskmaster when I'm at work, Ryoohki."

“And don't I know it, ma'am."

“...Call me Miss Washu."

It wasn't rare for Washu to show a flair for dominance, but it was rare indeed for Ryoohki to find himself on the other side of a such a command.

His chest puffed at the idea, and instead of shrinking away from the task with a bashful, submissive nature, he decided to rise and meet the occasion with the same sort of dominance that he normally would have offered to Washu, channeling that energy into satisfying her.

“Of course, Miss Washu. What can your favorite employee do to help you with this dreadful list of emails?"

“I'm afraid there's nothing I can have you do for me while you're up there, but if you'd like to come down here..."

Washu parted her thighs and eased her chair back from the edge of her desk. It wasn't much of a gap, and any other time, Ryoohki would be completely exposed, but with no one else around to watch out for, the bear had no problem brushing along the side of her lover's leg, nuzzling into the unblemished fur upon her ankles as he moved.

“Bold of you to assume I meant all the way down, but that's what I like about you, Ryoohki. Always willing to go the extra mile for me; always willing to do w-whatever it...takes...nnnooohgod..."

While she spoke and kept up the fantastical, verbal part of their roleplay, Ryoohki took action: squeezing himself under Washu's desktop was no easy feat, but it was well worth it for the chance to rest his chin on the edge of her office chair and pluck the crotch of her panties away from her pubic mound with a single digit.

His muzzle was already breathing plentiful, eager warmth across the flesh of her womanhood, taking her next order right out of her mouth and bringing it to life.

“That's...t-that's some excellent innovation on your part, Ryoohki. Thinking of what your company needs before we ever have a chance to ask you f-for it...that's the kind of thing that's g-gonna get you promoted, some day!"

It was easy for Washu to fall into a role play, no matter what the original scenario was.

This time, her situation lent itself to her pretending that she was the big cheese, but even in that role, she didn't look down at Ryoohki with any sort of contempt or degradation.

She held nothing but lust and appreciation in her eyes, grateful that the bear was not only willing to take a vaguely submissive role, but for doing whatever it took to make Washu feel better during a difficult workday.

“To think, we've just had you pushing a pen and sorting papers all this time...when your real talent was that silver tongue," Washu offered a fitting compliment, but the sound of her voice, heavenly as it may have been, didn't compare to the warm, soothing grip of her thighs around either side of Ryoohki's face. “Of course, now that I know about it, I don't think I can bring myself to share with the rest of the department. I'm a little too greedy for that!"

Even in a fantasy setting, Washu wasn't afraid to get her claws into Ryoohki and stake a claim to him.

She'd been happy to share him with others when the situation called for it, of course, and their open relationship had very low, very flexible borders, but when the mood struck her just right, Washu wasn't afraid to curl her hooves around the nap of her lover's neck and keep him right where he was, demanding not only the most of his kinky spirit, but his long, enduring tongue.

Despite the presence of his tusks in the way, Ryoohki had no trouble pressing the flat of that same tongue against Washu's entrance, soaking those folds with a helping of saliva far greater than the meager arousal that she was able to produce in a short time.

Before all was said and done, she'd be utterly soaked by her own juices, but Ryoohki was the one keeping her on course, as the tip of his tongue flickered back and forth over the nub of her clit, teasing it up and down like the flipping of a light switch.

“No...n-no fucking way am I letting anyone else in this department...in this building get a hand on you," Washu elaborated. “Employees like you are worth their weight in gold, Ryoohki. If anyone had a clue what a hard-working, dedicated man you were...I'd be fighting for your time every day of the week."

In their bedroom life, that statement held an occasional truth.

In her office, Washu was finding new delight in letting her domineering greed play out: she was baffled that he'd snuck into the office just to surprise her, at first, but as her legs began to quiver with the burden of growing bliss, she wanted to kick herself.

How in the world is this the first time we've fooled around in the office? All these late nights I've been working, and this is the first time that he's been under my desk...gotta take advantage of this kind of treatment more often!

Those chances would be few and far between, as tight as security at the office usually was, but in that moment, Washu was doing everything she could to encourage the bear to come in a little bit closer.

Rare as it was that she would be willing to grab at something so meaningful, she reached down with her quivering digits and captured Ryoohki's long, braided locks, pulling on them just enough to encourage him to go deeper- the tip of his tongue had just penetrated her womanhood- but as much larger as he was, she knew he could simulate a shallow thrust from that angle.

To feel her favorite employee answering the call with such immediate gusto...to have that hot, squirming flesh burrow further and further into her cunt, spreading her walls and forcing her to bite back against her greater cries...that was the sort of treatment that she'd gladly spend an extra hour in the office for.

“Oooh...ooohfuck that's hot...R-Ryoohki, we...we've gotta be careful..."

For having that delight, Washu was denied it a moment later, as the bear pulled his soaking tongue free, collecting those delightful juices in a single gulp. “Because you're getting close, boss? I thought the idea was to give you some relief so that you could get back to work."

“I'd say that you read me like a book-"

“Pretty easy to feel when you're getting close from down here."

“But that's not the problem," Washu explained. There was, for once, a rare fluster about the ewe, as she looked to the empty tumbler on her desk, and next to that, the several empty cups of coffee that were scattered about her workspace. “When I said I felt like I was gonna burst, I...I wasn't kidding."

“Oh. That, uhm...hm. I guess that would present a different sort of a problem, if you were dealing with the average employee...but you did say that I was your favorite, right?"

“My favorite by far, and the best damn employee on this floor," Washu reiterated.

“Then you've got nothing to worry about."

“Not even the mess?"

Ryoohki hadn't used his paws until that moment, but with a flick of the wrist, his thumb was settled on Washu's clit, rolling against that most sensitive flesh with a slow, lazy rhythm.

Just before she had a chance to settle in and brace for the pleasure of that sudden change, the sheep felt Ryoohki's tongue tracing against the petals of her slit, moving up and down each side with both a keen attention to detail, and a silent understanding of where and how she wanted him to move- that experience was priceless- pushing her toward such a climax that she knew she'd be offering two floods at once.

“You're r-really sure you're ready to take on that kind of a task from me, Ryoohki? It's a b-big deal..."

He nodded quietly, the muffled rumble in his voice declaring that he was ready for his big promotion, no matter what the cost to his tongue and t-shirt.

That sort of work ethic would have been invaluable in Washu's office, if Ryoohki didn't already have a job of his own to worry about.

He made plenty in his line of work, but the area he was most passionate about was where he found himself at home: where his tongue could slide up and down the petals of his lover, gracing each side with a tender and impassioned touch, all while rolling his thumb in tighter and tighter circles, shrinking toward the center of Washu's clit by the second.

“You...y-you really do have a knack for taking initiative," Washu said, trying her best to keep up with the silly nature of their roleplay to the very end. “But this kind of work can get...r-really...fucking...messy...nnnfuck, Ryoohki!"

Her entire body stiffened, and for a moment, the bear had little choice but to sit in place and feel the impossibly tight clench of legs around the back of his skull.

He could think of no better way to be embraced, and he was smiling against her petals as they eased open, but before two floods made their way across his tongue, he pressed the flat of his thumb firmly against the hood of his lover's clit.

The rest of his digits fanned out over her bladder, and the pressure of needing to go so badly paired brilliantly with the clench of inner workings, forcing a tiny stream of ejaculate to spray from the peak of her womanhood, first.

“You are...d-definitely getting that promotion, babe...fuck...fuck yes!"

Stiffness that kept Washu in a desperate lock gave way as her body thrashed against the cheap office chair, forcing wheels to spin and joints to squeak, but all the while, Ryoohki was her rock, holding steady and pressing his tongue up and into the first round of offered juices.

Sweet as her release could be, he was looking forward to the saltier balance of her pee, and just a moment later, her inner muscles gave up the fight, forcing a powerful stream across the back of his tongue.

That narrow bead of light gold splashed up and coated the roof of his maw a moment later, and all the while, Ryoohki was grinning wide to know that he'd given Washu- a woman of such kinky means- her first such experience in her place of work.

“That's...t-that's it," she urged him on, her voice lacking the desperation of that pressure, but in having relieved it, she found an even greater pleasure to the back end of her climax. “Swallow it all down, Ryoohki...e-every last drop, if you really wanna get that pay raise..."

A violent spasm had come before, and in the aftermath, Washu was decidedly calmer, but her body was still shuddering, still wracked with such bliss that she didn't know if she'd be able to get anymore work done, no matter how long she sat at her desk.

As that warm, steady flow continued to pour over the bear's tongue, he gleefully swallowed what she was willing to offer him...but when things eased up and she neared the bottom of her bladder, she was shocked to feel Ryoohki's tongue give more than one swipe at her folds.

That swipe would have cleaned any excess away, but a second, and then a third, told of something more than dedication.

“W-wait, babe...what...w-what do you think you're doing?"

He paused just long enough to collect his thoughts and offer a grin. “Who says you're the only one working overtime tonight?"

Opening wide and sealing his maw around her peak, he suckled right at her clit and pushed the ewe into an unexpected, but entirely welcome, second round.