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Betsy walked out into her kitchen, the 34 year-old robin taking a hand to her beak as she yawned. She put on the kettle to ready some coffee before work. While the stove heated up, she got out her phone and scrolled through social media feeds. Her brain was still groggy so she had little concentration to think about what she was seeing, but when her eyes came across a dino man, shirtless and flexing his arms with a wanting look in his eyes, that snapped Betsy awake. She stared. The dino man had smooth scales going down his pecs. His muscles were curved like garden stones. His abs were pebbled. Betsy could only imagine being asked out on a date by such a stud. His voice must have been deep and his words must have been charming. She imagined him undressing himself and letting those pecs out for everyone to see. The picture was lit in a way that didn't show off the contours of the dino man's genitalia but Betsy [i]knew[/i] the man was hung. She put the phone down. Her loins quaked. She undid the string on her pyjama pants and let them drop. She propped herself up on the counter and dug fingers down into her panties, rubbing furiously. She stared at the picture of the dino man, her eyes glazing over and her beak freezing. If he offered sex, Betsy would have dropped her pants in the street. She would mate with him like she had gone atavistic. She would have tweeted him a whole symphony if he got his huge cock inside her. Even as she stared at the hunk, no musk of the image reaching her beak, she felt an urge to [i]spread[/i]. Her thighs wanted to splay. It had been an eternity since she had gotten laid-- almost four days. Her holes craved for loving and as she thought about that dino man ripping off his clothing, then ripping off hers, then propping her up on a counter to screw, a surge built inside her passages. She bit her beak and rubbed harder. Her breathing stressed. She gave out quiet tweets as wetness sprinkled her panties. She relaxed and brought out her hand. It was wet. She went over the sink to wash her hands and the kettle went off. After pouring herself a coffee she went back to her room and got into some clothes; an orange turtleneck and beige khakis. It was not her norm to start her day with a quick fap but it was better for her to deal with her horny at home instead of taking it to work. It was normal day at the office. Everyone was busy and barefoot, sipping their coffees to keep the morning energy up. Betsy was in charge of the shipping and processing and had a small team around a table of computers, including Jeffery, the tuna guy. He seemed preoccupied with his work, as he typed and clicked at his computer, but his eyes kept peering over at the secretary weasel with the pink lipstick so when he got up, Betsy was treated to a familiar sight: a tent on Jeffery's pants. Betsy sighed. "And what's [i]that[/i]?" Jeffery looked down and blushed. Giggling, he said, "N, nothing." "You have an erection," said Betsy. "[i]Again.[/i]" She looked around to room to see which zooman had gotten the tuna man lustful but it could have been anyone that raised the fish's rod. A few of the office folk chuckled at Jeffery's dressing down. Xenia, a taller orangutan girl, stood up to get a look at Jeffery's crotch. The tuna had pitched out his black slacks out five inches. The orangutan smirked. "It's not against the rules," said Jeffery. He got smug. "It's [i]natural[/i]. It's part of being a zooman!" Betsy scoffed. "Some people just can't keep their instincts in check!" Jeffery looked at his erection. "Excuse me," he said, heading off to the bathrooms. Everyone knew what he was about to do. Xenia smiled and bumped a shoulder into her robin friend. "Speaking of can't keeping her instincts in check, aren't you the bird that goes absolutely [i]nesty[/i] when Rocky comes around?" "Th, that's not true!" Xenia giggled. "It is so true! When that goat passed through last week, you got [i]fragrant[/i]." Betsy scoffed and crossed her arms. "You're exaggerating things!" Xenia snickered and walked away. Betsy groaned and went back to her work. It would be a good half hour before Jeffery emerged from the facilities, she assumed, so she went to his computer to check his work. Some more time passed, Jeffery came out of the washroom looking satisfied. A good fantasy where he and the weasel girl went skinny dipping together got the semen out squick. He went back to his work and typed at his computer silently. It was just past lunch break that some of the docking crew from downstairs came up to the offices to get special keys for incoming product. Betsy was too busy looking over the Darwin file to notice the guys walk in from the front door, dressed in blue work uniforms. There was a rhino lady, a jaguar guy, and others. Xenia went to Betsy's computer, chuckling. "Guess who's here?" "Who?" asked Betsy, not knowing what was going on and not expecting the answer to be noteworthy. "[i]Rocky[/i]..." said Xenia, smiling. "R, rocky?" thought Betsy. The goat stud with a dashing smile, a chest carved out of stone, a rump of steel and a rumored 12 inch cock? "The very same," said Xenia. "Maybe you should say hi!" Betsy shook her head. "No. I have too much work to do." She turned back to her work and tried to ignore the blue-colored figures walking around the office. If the goat man was among them, she would never know. A few minutes passed and she heard the rugged grunting of the downstairs crew fraternizing with the office people. She ignored it as best she could. But after a few minutes she heard a peculiar knocking of toes walking up to her with a casual stride. Shivering, she looked over to see the man himself: Rocky. Just about six feet and with a face of a god, it was Rocky. "R, rocky!" said Betsy, sounding nervous. "R, r, r, ro--" Her beak jammed up. Staring at his deep eyes and charming smile, she had forgotten how to speak. The goat man had his clavicle peeking out from underneath a wide collar. She wanted to hold on to that thing like a handle bar! Her eyes went down his cut figure and down to his pants where she stared into his crotch wondering what size of junk he had on the other side of his work pants. "Hiya there, Bets," he said using a made-up nickname. "Hur," said Betsy, her beak jamming up and her eyes obviously staring at the man's hardware. "Hhhhhhh!" Rocky raised his eyebrows in a way that a stud would trying to pick up a woman. "You ok?" Betsy grimaced trying to force her beak to move in the way she wanted it but it was no use. "Ggggg!" Her bizarre behavior was getting the attention of some neighbors. Xenia had come over to watch her friend freeze up in the presence of her workplace crush. Jeffery recognized the signs of arousal in his supervisor. He smirked, looking on the robin lady as she stared at the goat man with her feet caressing each other and a sweat forming on her brow. Seeing Betsy freeze up made Rocky worry. He stepped forward to place a hand on her shoulder. "Are you--" "TWEET!" tweeted Betsy. She realized what she had done and covered her beak in embarrassment while a few of those around chuckled at her lack of control. She was so [i]wanting[/i] of the goat man that her instincts were literally crying out for him! Rocky chuckled, knowing why the bird tweeted. "Happy to see me?" Betsy grimaced. Her body was on fire with passion. Her beak turned, wanting to tweeting out a whole mating song for Rocky. Her breasts heaved, wanting to be freed out into the world. Her ass clenched; Betsy so tense to stare down her crush. Her feet folded into each other, so nervous and not knowing what to do. Her loins burned, begging for penis. And her thighs tensed up, needing to [i]show[/i] the goat that her body begged for attention. Betsy gripped her legs to keep them steady but mother nature was a more powerful force. Her legs spread, no control from the robin. They reached the corners of her seat then went further, looked uncomfortable in the chair. She tried to apologize or make excuses but all that came out of her were chirps. Her legs raised and there was no helping them so she gripped the seat and hoped that her body would stop. It didn't, and her feet went up in the air as her legs went vertical. She stared mortified at Rocky as she flashed him her legs up and to the sides like she was directing him to land his plane on her runway. Rocky blushed. Janice, the floor supervisor, saw Betsy in the compromising position and walked up. "What is the meaning of this?" Seeing that Betsy was having trouble making mouth sounds that weren't cries for mating, Xenia spoke for her friend. "It seems that Betsy is very [i]warm[/i] for Rocky here." Janice sighed. For all the years that Betsy had worked at that place she had never done something so [i]juvenile[/i]. Betsy curved her beak in embarrassment. The smell hit the noses of several of those around. It was Betsy's fragrance. Her hormones were thicker than any humidity. Betsy made the mistake of covering her crotch but a touch from her hands was too tempting for her vagina. She rubbed. She pressed. She touched herself in front of everyone. Janice shook her head. "Betsy, do you need a minute?" There was no helping it. Betsy nodded and tweeted a confirming chirp. Rocky was catching second hand embarrassment, but he saw that it was partially his fault that the robin lady was locked up with horniness. He smiled. "Perhaps me and the misses Betsy could go down to the empty floor for an [i]early lunch[/i]." Betsy's heart raced. He was offering sex! Her vagina spritzed with excitement! She tried to speak but all that came out was a tweet. Rocky giggled. "Then let's go then." Betsy couldn't move. Her legs were stuck in the air. She tried to push them down but they wouldn't budge! "She's horned stiff!" said Jeffery, biting his lip trying to stifle a giggle. Betsy turned her head away from Rocky, so embarrassed that she was so aroused that she couldn't get up from her seat. Janice sighed. "It seems you are going to have to [i]help[/i] Betsy in taming her legs, Rocky." Rocky chuckled and walked up to Betsy. Betsy shivered. He knelt down in front of her presented legs, feet dangling in the air. The goat said, "You must really like me, huh?" Betsy struggled to turn her head but she looked Rocky in the eye. He smiled his big incisors as he reached into Betsy's crotch. The heat of the robin's sex warmed his hand. He placed his hand down on Betsy's pants and Betsy shivered before tweeting out a few times. He rubbed and Betsy bit her own beak, chirping through the end of her beak. She gripped the seat so hard she could have broke off the edges. Her toes curled. Her ass cheeks pinched. Rocky was doing the robin lady a favor but rubbing her privates through her pants was a pleasure. As he smelled the bird's wanting aroma, he thought of how she looked naked. A hard stiffy went down his pant leg. Betsy heaved her back. An orgasm came so quickly! When Betsy threw her head back, those up close knew what she was doing. Those far away that wondered why the robin was screaming into the air, they had their concerns. Ooze poured down Betsy's thighs and mucked her panties. Rocky felt the slickness and slowed his rubbing. When they stopped trembling Betsy found the ability to lower her legs to the ground, a little tired after holding them in the air for a few minutes. The goat smiled, getting up with a bump on his crotch showing that Betsy wasn't the only one around that wanted something physical. Betsy placed her feet gently on the ground, scales and claws touching carpet, and got up. "I'm guessing that wasn't enough," said Janice. Waiting for no reply, she motioned at the front door, "You may take an extended break then, to get... whatever you need to get out out." Betsy nodded. She tried to speak, hoping that the orgasm would have settled down her animal instincts but when she tried to speak, all that came out was a quiet chirp. Work still needed to be done. Rocky took the robin's hands and walked her to the door. Many watched as Betsy had to be escorted out of the offices. She walked like she had a load in her drawers with how her pace was wide and her legs were stiff, but she made it to the elevator. Betsy was quiet during the elevator ride. Thankfully no one else was in there on Rocky and Betsy's way down. Betsy's eyes rolled over to Rocky's pants. She wanted to measure his cock through the fabric. Rocky chuckled, noticing the robin eyeing his junk. "I would tell you to feel it but I think if you get too horny again your legs will get stuck in the presenting position and you won't be able to leave this elevator!" Betsy smiled, offering a chirp but still too feral to use zooman words. The elevator reached its destination. It was floor number 23, a special floor designated by the faculty to serve as a place for mating. When the elevator doors opened, the sultry humid air hit Betsy's face and the sounds of elephant trumpets and snake hisses hit the bird's ears. Rocky and Betsy walked out into a large empty room aside from a table in the corner where an antelope man was drilling into a rhinoceros lady. Their clothes were off, on the floor beside them, and they were thrusting hard and moaning loud. Rocky giggled. He and Betsy had to find a place for themselves. They went through a few doors into a couple other rooms, rooms that would be offices or conference rooms if not for a lack of features, to find other zoomans in the middle of lovemaking. A whale man had a cow lady on a table and had her spread out wide, the cow lady mooing like she had to moo for a field's worth of cattle. The floor rang with animal noises, and it got Betsy reaching down to pat her crotch in anticipation. She and Rocky found a quiet table in the corner, across the room from any other maters. Rocky patted the surface nervously. Now that they had found their spot, it was time to get busy. Rocky grinned and made a quiet bleating. Betsy quivered, pinched her side, and tweeted. She looked down to see that Rocky had a big tent on his pants. It pitched outward like a flagpole. She swooned, her mind percolating with thoughts off how big it truly was underneath the fabric and what it would look like if Rocky removed his clothing. She tweeted. She tweeted at his cock with eyes for of anguish, her body weighed upon with arousal. She tugged at her sweater, there was a tear. She got her mind together and pulled it upward. Rocky was happy to see that the bird lady was trim and slim and had a nice pair of breasts. When Betsy reached behind herself to unclip her bra, those tits came out and Rocky bleated. His bleats were so primal. Betsy squirmed and tweeted in response. Rocky unbuttoned his shirt and let that impressive body out. Betsy placed her cheek onto Rocky's abs and Rocky chuckle rubbing Betsy's head. She didn't mean to be so forward but Betsy's hand twitched its way onto Rocky's groin and she got a good feel of his massive penis. She cawed and screeched, splaying her legs out and turning her toes. She screeched for the goat's loving! Betsy's hand rubbed the throbbing mass and Rocky folded his ears and crossed his eyes. A small bleat rumbled out of him and he dropped his shirt to the floor. Betsy's legs quivered and she fell to the ground staring at that sausage tent had her legs fanning out as far as she could go. She slapped her crotch and screeched. The pants needs to come off but Betsy didn't have the will to fold her legs in so she could slide them off. She moaned and pointed at her crotch. Rocky, big tent swinging around, got down on his knees and rubbed into Betsy's crotch. Even through her pants, there was a very slimy feeling. Betsy squirmed and moaned with delight. Rocky kept rubbing until Betsy was singing and a sound of spritzing was heard. Betsy's legs trembled and she was able to clamp them back together again. It was time for the big reveal. Betsy got up on shaky knees and lowered her khakis. The panties underneath were [i]soaked[/i] and when she revealed her perky vagina, her crotch and thighs were swamped with her love juice. It splashed onto the floor. Rocky stared, drool hanging from his mouth and cum firing into his underwear. With hands that hadn't the concentration to tug at any pants, Rocky lowered his pants. The tent on his underwear pitched out long and Betsy wondered if the 12 inch cock rumor was true. Rocky frantically dropped his briefs and that big cock hung out in Betsy's direction. If it wasn't 12 inches, it was close. Betsy's eyes popped and she chirped, squawked and sung for the dick. She got down on the floor and fanned out her legs again. Rocky jumped on her like a beast in the jungle. With eyes manic, a smile stretching all the way down his maw, and drooling trickling from the corner of his mouth. He took Betsy and jammed that humongous cock up her cooch. With speeds unknown, he thrust the dong up into the bird's sanctum, the tip smacking the walls like it was desperate to say hi. Betsy crumpled. Her body lit on fire as the feeling of pleasure circulated every nerve. She stretched out her legs so wide they went parallel. Her vagina was a vacuum trying to suck up all the cock she could get. Rocky took his arms around the bird and jostled inside her like he was trying to shake a bag of chips out of the vending machine. His mighty rod pierced her. His hips smacked her crotch, sending waves of delight through the bird's thighs. Her ass jiggled with every slam. Betsy wanted that cock though. She stressed her hips as she opened up her legs as much as she could. She tweeted and squawked, wanting no bit of her body in between herself and Rocky's attack. Her arms gripped him tight. The feeling of impalement was so intense that her feet turned inward and her toes splayed. With her tits smooshed into his chest and the bird's squawking in his ears, Rocky was in heaven. His mouth foamed with his delight and he giggled like an idiot. Their sounds bounced around the room. The other couples (and throuples) in the middle of bestial physical action, their noises came from other parts of the floor. Elephant trumpets and frog ribbits joined Rocky and Betsy's bleats and tweets. The jungle got louder and Rocky and Betsy's passions overflowed. Betsy focused her eyes on Rocky's face. No longer was the goat the stoic and charming hunk in her building but a wild and feral beast so happy to have his plus-sized penis inside the bird. Betsy crunched into herself and when she sprung out, her eyes went manic and she tweeted loud into the room as she burst forth. A surge rocketed down her quarters and out where the goat dick was clogging it. Juice burst from out around Rocky's wide cock. It sprayed on Betsy's hips and trickled on the floor. It tickled Rocky's ball sack. Betsy groans got guttural so Rocky knew what was up. He tugged her close and his thrusting peaked as he let his canals open and pushed a stream of jizz down his cock and into the bird. He bleated like a foghorn. He came so hard that the splash of cream hitting the wall of Betsy's sex could be heard through the flesh. They jostled into each other, sqawking and bleating, until their cums were had. Rocky fell on Betsy and both were too tired to care about her being crushed but after catching a few breaths, Rocky pushed himself off, wet cock sliding out and dripping juices onto the floor. Betsy looked over and saw Rocky's dick resting between his legs, tip planted on the floor. She went over and took the thing. Rocky went from breathing heavily to moaning with delight when the robin started licking his shaft. It only took a few licks to get his got to go from deflated to getting erect again. Once it was hard, he leaned up and gave Betsy another wanting look. He tried to tell her to turn around but all that came out in that lusty haze was a bleat. He motioned her to turn around with a twirl of his finger and when Betsy presented her back to him he picked her up and dropped her on his lap, dick piercing her vagina again. They rocked together with Betsy's cheeks bouncing off of Rocky's hard balls. Her tits bounced up and down. They grunted, sharing grunts between each other as they got into the sexual motions again. Betsy's ass smacked Rocky's lap as Betsy's vagina was pulled and pushed by the girth of Rocky's amazing cock. Her lips had to make room for the chunky train. Rocky reached around and grabbed Betsy's breasts. They were round and firm. He pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. The bird noticed that and it felt good. They knocked each other in that position until Betsy spilled her orgasm all over the floor. They took a moment to collect themselves and then Betsy, on legs already shaken with exercise, got up on the table and Rocky got his cock long so he could walk forward and jam it inside. Rocky wavered his hips into Betsy and Betsy wrapped her legs around the goat man's body, connecting with each other on the other side and scaled feet rubbing against each other. Betsy leaned back, holding herself up with her hands, and let the goat drill her. Rocky took Betsy's knees and his ass cheeks when bulbous as they flexed with his thrusts into Betsy. The table shook with every blow but it would be awhile before the furniture shifted so far across the room to hit the wall and neither Rocky or Betsy had the concentration to care. Rocky looked down at his partner, the pretty robin who had caught his fancy at the office. She was older, but still sexy. Her slight chub on the sides jiggled with his jostling but not as bunch as her round breasts. Betsy rolled her eyes back, dropped her beak wide open, and let her tongue hang out as she gasped while she received Rocky's cock. The dick was too good and too big. Betsy tried to keep herself from cumming, holding in the orgasm but every time she tried to show the conviction of an eagle, Rocky's dick broke through her defenses. Her ass clench, her thighs wobbled and her feet flapped. Another poke at her cervix, and she let go. Her tweeting was loud and coarse. She leaned back and gripped the edge of the table as her body pushed out another orgasm. Every nerve in her body shook as it ejected cum, soaking the feathers on her taint and coating Rocky's balls. Betsy rocked and she twisted her waist, being struck by Rocky's dick as she came. She calmed herself and laid back, catching her breath. Rocky was close to cumming but seeing Betsy exit the throes of arousal, he instead pulled his dick. Still hard, he slapped the wet beast onto Betsy's belly. The bird chuckled and seeing the big monster stare at her, she raised her thighs to grip the cock. The couple shared a giggle as it was only meant to be a tease but when that curvy bird clamped the goat's dick between her thighs, a bit of pre dotted out from the goat's tip. Rocky shivered and scraped his hooves on the floor, needing to release. Betsy could feel the blood flow through Rocky's shaft and did the guy a favor by rocking her thighs back and forth. She got into a good work of jerking the guy off with her thighs but all it required was a few seconds for the goat to bleat out and spray jizz all over the bird's belly. Very sticky, but she was ok. She could clean herself up later. Once Betsy had gotten her horny back, she got down on the floor and presented her hindquarters to Rocky. Rocky saw her pussy teasing him and jumped down on the bird and rammed her backside like an oil drill. His balls whacked into Betsy's thighs as the two rutted. When Betsy had enough, she got up and leaned over the table, showed off her backside to Rocky. Rocky took behind her and drilled her hole. They made their grunts and spilled cum. Betsy hadn't enough and Rocky was up for more. Betsy showed her holes a few more times and Rocky obliged. Betsy got on the table and gestured at Rocky to hold her feet up. Her legs were high in the air like her feet were trying to plant on the ceiling as Rocky drilled Betsy's vagina. He was slow at first but then something came over him and he gripped Betsy's legs a little tighter while his thrusting speed spiked. He grunted at a low pitch. Betsy threw her back down, smacking the table and sang every chirp, squawk, and caw in her as she received Rocky's blows. The light coming from the window shifted across the floor as Betsy had orgasm after orgasm. She had lost count but after the tenth or so cum she could look at Rocky without wanting to tweet out a mating call so she knew her horny had been quenched. She and Rocky took their clothes and went to the front to get some wet wipes and clean off their fur/feathers. As they cleaned, Rocky took Betsy's head and kissed her on the top. "That was wonderful." Betsy blushed. The two went back to their workplaces. Betsy returned to the office to see that over two hours had passed since she left and the staff were in the final stages of the workday. People gave her mocking looks as she walked back in, having to take a couple hours to get mated to get her lust under control. She shook off the embarrassment and went back to her desk. Xenia came around, wearing a smile like the others. "So how was it?" Betsy sighed, grin on her face. "It was [i]lovely[/i]. Oh, did I ever need that!" Xenia reached out a foot to rub against Betsy's. "Good! Because it would be a shame if you had to take the day off to get fucked!" Betsy giggled. "Of course. But I'm ready to do some work. I have a lot to do!" Betsy went to checking the reports she got but the docking crew came back up to talk with the head office. Rocky was with them and Betsy flashed him a smile as a thanks for such a great fucking. Rocky thought he would go over to Betsy so thank her as well. As Rocky approached though, Betsy got a look at his broad shoulders, his handsome face, and dashing smile. No longer was he the handsome goat man at the office who she dreamed of having hot sex with, she was the goat man who she knew could fuck her brains out! Her lust wasn't under control, it was confirmed! As Rocky's steps got close, Betsy's loins burned. She quivered and dropped a hand down towards her lap, a heat flowing off of her crotch. Rocky came to Betsy's desk. "I hope you're feeling better." Betsy was still, then her legs trembled. In a sudden swoop, her legs went up and split themselves apart. She was presenting once again. Those around the room saw that Betsy [i]still[/i] needed Rocky's loving. Janine came forward and saw Betsy in the same compromising position as before. "Again, Betsy!?" Betsy dropped her eyes and chirped in shame.