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I should never have gotten out of bed today.

The doctor had warned me that despite transitioning, I would still occasionally experience female heat. Not as frequently, but still, sooner or later I would still have to endure the ups and downs of having a vixen's libido despite no longer identifying as one. Thanks to being so excited and happy and content since the surgery though, I didn't pay as much attention as I should have and didn't plan far ahead after returning to my office job to 'congratulations' and playfully jesting comments of 'who's the handsome new guy?' from friendly coworkers. Hell, I didn't even let it cross my mind after going on a couple of dates.

Now, I woke up one morning feeling the most unbearable itch in my crotch and panting like there was no tomorrow. Like an idiot, I chalked it up to the hot weather outside and tried to pretend it wasn't what I thought it was. I had too much paperwork to do anyway. So I took a cold shower, ate an egg sandwich, and proceeded to go straight to my office job while feeling like each movement below my belt inflamed my sensitive boipussy even more. To make matters worse, the temperature outside ranged between ninety-one and ninety-seven degrees, with humidity being much worse than expected. I literally staggered through the lobby and sat down at my desk, feeling like the area between my legs was sweating as much as it was leaking.

People kept their distance for the most part. They themselves were incredibly cranky and dehydrated because of a broken air conditioner. I snapped once or twice at a coworker, then quickly apologized before escaping to the bathroom. On the third excursion, however, after washing my paws, I stumbled out the restroom door and into the broad chest of a familiar Rottweiler. I think I felt his bulging crotch press through his work pants and against my torso on impact.

Stumbling away from the door, my paws waved apologetically. “Ah, M-Marv!" I yipped, trying and failing to hide the moan behind my words. “I-I'm sorry, d-didn't mean to—"

“Um, the boss wanted me to tell you to go home," Marv said, scratching the back of his head. “Listen, June, there's no arguing about it. We’ll have someone else do your paperwork for you and you don't have to worry about it for the next few days. Alright?"

My ears swiveled downward and I nodded. “Alright…"

“Good." The larger canine pointed his thumb down the hall. “I'll drive you back to your place. Boss doesn't want you driving while you're easily distracted."

I really liked Marv, not just as a loyal coworker but has a friend as well. He never treated me any differently than the other men we worked with, nor did he ever bat an eye at me wanting to transition. He regularly invited me out to happy hour after work too, told me stories about his children, the divorce, his plans for a startup company, and listened intently to my dreams of wanting to be a remote freelance coding programmer.

We didn't talk about it at all during the drive back to my place. Even with the AC running on its maximum capacity and almost all of the windows cracked open, the car's interior suddenly felt stifling. There was no mistaking it. Not only could Marv smell the dripping heat between my legs, but I caught a whiff of male arousal coming from him too. My knees trembled with hidden need. I fought down a whimper rising up my dry throat. I desperately wanted to break the silence and ask him to fuck me raw after parking somewhere discreet.

Once in a while, Marv would readjust himself while maintaining focus on the road. He pretended not to inhale my wafting pheromones throughout the drive, but I could see it. It was in the Rottweiler's attempts not to growl and the way he gripped the steering wheel, as well as how sweaty his palms were when he put the car in the park.

We sat for another minute or two in awkward, heavy silence. I squirmed in my car's passenger seat; suddenly, I was thankful I no longer wore skirts. Finally, I locked eyes with the handsome Rottweiler painting with me in the oppressive heat. My oppressive heat.

“L-Listen, I uh…I'm not gay, b-but…" he muttered, licking his chops and gulping, “I uh…just say the word…y-you don't have to t-though. W-We can pretend th-this conversation n-never happened. D-Do you…want to…help you out?"

I squirmed further in my seat, then unlocked the door. “Yes. P-Please, Marv."

The two of us let the weight of my answer sink in.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.

Then, we scrambled out of the car. We ran across the sidewalk into the building, leaped up the stairs of my apartment complex, and slammed my front door shut before locking it closed before shedding everything. Marv barely peeled his boxers down, revealing a wet, girth, and thick shaft that lasted two seconds in the open air before I wrapped my drooling lips around it. The poor fool had to grip his fingernails into my skull for support while thrusting his hips forward, then back, and forward again.

I had died and been transported to Heaven. Kneeling on my living room floor, drool dripping down my chin and canine pre collecting on my tongue, I sucked my coworker's thick cock like my survival depended on it. My vulpine paws kneaded his outer thighs as I let Marv face-fuck me, his palms rubbing my heated ears. I couldn't remember how long it went on and on for, but I did remember eventually feeling him near his first climax. I yanked my throat away in time, falling backwards and rolling over to present my dripping, neglected lotus to the hungry canine.

“F-Fuck me, Marv," I begged. “P-Please…"

“S-Sure thing," he moaned behind me, “J-June! Oh, god! You're…oh fuck!"

The larger canine grabbed the back of my knees and spread my legs. He leaned forward to sniff my sex, shuddering like a train engine. His cold nostrils sniffed and exhaled on each fold, driving me wild with need. The guttural noises he made alone caused my fox tail to curl upward and along my sweating back, and before I could say anything, he lunged his jaws forward.

That pressing, cold snout inhaled as much of my musk his lungs could hold. Those slobbering lips kissed mine between my thighs, then spread them wide with a long, orgasmic lick from that agile tongue of his. A few more strong and eager laps later, and my first climax washed all over me.

“Ahhhhhh!" I wailed with relief.

To prevent me from collapsing, and therefore from accidentally pulling Marv's jaw straight into the floor, he gripped my hips with his strong paws, then hauled me up with an easy lift. The Rottweiler was stronger than he looked, apparently.

“W-Woah!" I giggled.

“Fuck, June," he moaned, carrying me into my bedroom and gently placing me down on the bed. “A few little licks are you're cumming? And still hot?"

“M-More…please…!" I whimpered. Lost and tears filled my eyes as I stared up at my handsome lover, who pulled the rest of my clothes off and discarded his work shirt. “M-Marv, I…I need more!"

“Oh, June!" He growled like a feral animal.

The next several hours turned into a lustful blur. Marvin no doubt got a few phone calls he ignored, and I did too, but it all eventually turned into background noise for us. By the time I woke up relaxed and yet sore all over, I found myself in the arms of an equally tired, equally blissful Rottweiler in my bed. Thank God it was Saturday.

As soon as I could feel my legs again, and Marv called HR about why he didn't return to work, I planned to cook us breakfast. Perhaps sausages and eggs.