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"You're late."

Beat stood across the stained wooden desk of his boss and half-sister Alexa. The skunk boy, uncomfortably clad in a tight button-down dress shirt and khakis, stayed silent. A nervous grin plastered his face. He knew his half-assed report was due 10 minutes ago, but a frisky bear of a bear kept him behind in the usual morning meeting. Alexa knew of this but didn't report it; as long as all clothing stayed on, the supervisor could have a bit of fun manhandling the twink while she had an excuse to reprimand him.

She hated the skunk, his birth nearly destroying her perfect family and remaining as a visual reminder of her mother's alcohol-fueled mistake. Even his face annoyed her; his nose lacked the usual white stripe of a skunk but instead was covered in white freckle-like spots, betraying his hyena blood inherited from some unnamed scumbag. His grin didn't help either. Now that he was interning at their father's business under her charge made it so she saw this face every day.

In her hand was Beat's report. She skimmed it over with a grimace, obviously not thrilled about the numerous grammatical mistakes and simple vocabulary. "Well, I would toss this in the trash without a second thought, but I have to admit that you do make several valid points here. Your writing is dogshit, but your analytical skills are pretty decent. Surprising for someone bearing 'yeen brains."

Alexa tossed the papers onto her desk and took a sip of her coffee. Beat stood quietly, not risking setting off one of her famous tirades with a dumb statement or lame excuse. The fact that she wasn't forcing him to rewrite the report was a blessing. "So, here's your next assignment: part of our warehouse fleet is down due to their fuel cell engines smoking. Apparently, the company that builds them sent out a software update that fried an important circuit board. Something about them being older revisions not able to handle the increased load and whatnot. Since we aren't legally allowed to touch them, the company sent out a repair tech to take care of it."

"Your job is to pretty much babysit the tech until he's done with the repairs. It's a six hour job so it'll take up the rest of your shift. Of course, if he takes longer, you'll be expected to stay. Honestly, it's a pretty easy job, so even you shouldn't have any difficulty with it. Any questions?" Alexa paused to allow Beat to process the information.

"No sis-" Beat started, but she shot him a glare. "Sorry, uh, ma'am. No, no questions." Beat was impatient to get out of her stuffy office.

"Good." Alexa said. After taking another sip of her coffee and reading her watch, she explained "He should be here about now so pick him up in the lobby and bring him to the garage. Everything should be ready for him there." With a wave, she dismissed Beat. He wasted no time leaving.

Beat stepped into the rather posh looking lobby. The walls were perfectly white with a nice wooden trim, lights hanging from the ceiling gave the room a nice warm feel, and the indigo tile floor was swept clean of any dust and debris. Everything was nice and neat and shamelessly showed off the company's wealth. The only thing that stuck out from this scene was the smell. For some reason, the room was rather musky and Beat could only guess it was from the tech probably waiting at the security desk around the corner. Beat groaned. He pictured the guy: fat, greasy, hasn't taken a shower in weeks, dirty clothes that do little to cover his grody ass crack.

Beat turned the corner expecting the worst, but what he saw before him surprised him. Fiddling around with a cheap sticker name tag was a fox, around 5 feet tall and dressed in a well worn but clean uniform. His fur was a light cream color except for his ears, face, ends of his limbs and tip of his tail. His clothing covered the rest but Beat correctly assumed the brown went down to his belly and more.

The fox turned his blue eyes to the skunk and examined the mustelid. The path his eyes took and the soft smile he gave reminded Beat of when his ex-boyfriend first laid eyes on him. He's checking me out, Beat thought. He returned the smile and approached the fox.

"Uh, hey. The name's Be-, uh, Maxwell. Maxwell Grayhart" Beat stuttered, electing to use his proper name for a company guest. It was too proper for the punkish skunk, but there was a protocol to follow. "I take it yer the repairman from Outlet?"

The fox grinned. "Yep. Ink Silvers, at your service!" He gave a slight bow, then motioned to a couple boxes stacked behind him. A toolbox and laptop sat on top of them. "Here are the boards. I'm sure the boys up top told you it'd take like six or seven hours to fix, but I can get it done in four." He winked.

"Ri~i~ght" Beat replied. "Well, it's nice that I won't hafta stay late. I'm sort of yer supervisor fer the day." Ink giggled at the strange mix of highborn accent and street talk coming out of the skunk's mouth, and Beat replied with a sheepish yet toothy grin. The skunk looked at the boxes and said "Uh, you want a cart fer those?" Ink nodded.

Beat led Ink through the large warehouse along clearly marked pathways. Forktrucks, power jacks, and other similar vehicles passed every so often, beeping their horns every other second to give their location to others. Those working on the floor turned to watch the two, amused at the difference of attitude between the girly-boys. Beat walked with a bored expression with his paws in his pockets, giving the workers no attention whatsoever. Ink on the other hand bounced his way alongside the skunk pushing a small cart holding his supplies with a bubbly demeanor. As they walked, Beat had a hard time ignoring the musk that covered the fox beside him.

They eventually reached the garage, a cornered-off section of the warehouse where vehicles are stored when not in use. As Alexa said, the fuel cell engines to be repaired were neatly lined up on pallets. Their blue casings were scratched and dented here and there from use, but a noticeable black spot covering one of the vents signalled the internal damage. Ink dropped the boxes to the side of the line and organized his tools and computer on the cart. Like his uniform, the toolbag was quite worn and the tools displayed their years of use.

Ink grabbed a socket wrench and started removing the exterior panels on the first engine in line, whistling in feigned surprise at the sight of the scorched circuit board beneath. Beat grabbed a nearby stool, sat down, and watch the fox work. The first engine only took around 20 minutes to repair and test, and going by the amount of them, it would indeed only take around four hours.

As Ink moved on to the second machine, Beat noticed that his scent had completely permeated the area.Unable to restrain himself, he asked "Okay, I hafta ask. Did ya shower or anything before ya got here? By the time yer done, this whole warehouse is gonna smell like ya."

Ink giggled and rolled his eyes, a reaction that took Beat by surprise. "Yeesh, I wondered how long it'd take you to mention it." Ink replied. Instead of turning to face the skunk, he bent his body backward into an impossible U-shape, instantly unnerving Beat. "I'm half ferret. I stink no matter how much I wash and I make the lab boys question whether or not I have a spine." He gave a wide smile to the bewildered mustelid before straightening himself. "Though, you're not really one to talk, Mr. Skunk-yena."

Beat blushed. "Wa- wait, ya know?" Ink nodded. "Like, how? People think I'm a full-blood! I look like one too!"

Ink looked over his shoulder. "I like to entertain myself by guessing hybrids. You're definitely one of the least obvious ones, but your slight difference in smell compared to other stinkers, your spotted nose, and that toothy grin you have no matter the situation screams hyena to me. You just confirmed it yourself." Beat grimaced, but Ink gave him a kind look. "Don't worry, I won't tell. I know your father is a man of appearances and that little tidbit of information would open a can of worms I'd rather not step in."

"Uh, thanks."

The two hybrids spent the next few hours chatting about this and that and before they knew it, the last engine was patch up and ready to be reinstalled. Ink packed away his things, pushed aside the cart and empty boxes for one of the workers to deal with, and stretched, unintentionally showing off his obnoxious flexibility. Beat also stretched, but his focus was on the spectacle before him.

As they walked out of the warehouse, Ink glanced at Beat. "So, according to the books, we have two hours left and I don't know about you, but I have no issue milking the clock."

Beat looked back. "Um, what do ya mean? There's really not anything to do and if my boss catches me slacking, she'll tear me a new asshole."

Ink snickered and pulled the skunk into what he correctly guessed to be a broom closet and locked the door. He pushed Beat up against the wall and pushed his nose into his, his eyes displaying a surprising ferocity and his widening grin showing off rows of sharp teeth. "So, you ever fucked in a closet before?" the fox asked. Beat's mind went blank, so many things happening at once overloading his overworked brain.

After several long seconds, he finally spoke up. "N-n-no, I haven't. And we shouldn't. My father would fucking kill me!"

"Hey, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Plus-" Ink reached down and grabbed Beat's package through his tight pants, already aware of the quickly stiffening muscle within. "A certain someone seems to want this to happen!"

"Fu~u~uck" Beat moaned as the fox fondled him through his khakis. Before he could muster the strength to push the fox off, Ink dropped to his knees, quickly unbuttoned Beat's pants and dragged them and his boxers down to his feet, exposing a knotted cock fully emerged from its sheath. Ink flicked it, causing the pre leaking from the tip to fly over his shoulder.

"Nice cock" is all the fox said before he engulfed the entirety in his maw. Beat wasn't all that hung, only having a modest five-incher between his legs, but it was perfect for a quick blowjob. He suckled and bobbed on that member in purposefully irregular intervals, causing the skunk to lose all will to resist and making his knees shake. He bit his lip, feeling a tingle he hadn't felt during his month long stress-induced chastity. He placed his hand over his mouth to stifle a moan, but as the fox worked, he figured that the ambient noise of the warehouse would drown them out anyway and used his arms to support himself.

Ink eventually pulled back, not wanting to let their little secret session end so soon, and fished around in his pocket. Beat looked down in time to see the fox pull out a small packet of lube. He ripped it open and was just about to pour it over the mustelid's meat when Beat stopped him. "Uh, sorry, but I'm not...Ya know" he stammered, his face now covered in a blush hot enough to show through his dark fur. It took Ink a moment to parse out what the skunk meant.

"O~o~oh, you're a buttbitch, aren't you?" Ink snickered. Beat just barely nodded, still looking away. Ink stood up, his head a half a foot shorter than Beats, and thought for a moment. Then it hit him. "Well, I haven't topped in quite a while, so why not?" Grinning wildly, Ink pulled Beat to the floor faceup and pulled off his bottoms completely. The vulpine then unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his briefs just under his balls. His own member, around the size of Beat's and knotted as well, stood glistening in the dull light of the room.

Ink emptied the packet onto his dick, using his hand to smear it around and wiping the access on a nearly towel. Without fanfare or warning, he spread the skunk's legs and quickly buried his bone in the stinker's stinker. Beat gasped, nearly yowling, before glaring daggers at Ink. "Oops" Ink nonchalantly replied. "Kinda forgot about the whole 'warmup' thing I'm supposed to do. To~o~o late no~o~ow!" he sung. Giggles turning to full-on laughter, he started to pump the skunk.

Ink showed no rhythm in his rutting, randomly changing his speed and strength and preventing Beat from getting used to his penetration. Whether it was due to inexperience or just how he naturally fucked, neither of them knew, but the irregularity felt amazing to the both of them and had them both moaning like bitches in heat. Despite being used to dicks a few inches longer, Beat enjoyed the feeling of Ink inside him. He was just big enough to get to all of the sensitive areas without causing any noticable amount of pain. Even the knot that was mashing up against his tailhole didn't leave it bruised and was quickly making its way in.

With one last buck, Ink buried his knot inside of the skunk and unleashed a torrent of semen into his bowels, caking the sensitive flesh in vulpine cum. As he entered his afterglow, he looked down at the writhing creature beneath him, taking note of his pre-strain belly. Not one to be selfish, Ink unplugged his manhood from Beat, it not big enough to leave his anus gaping and drooling with his cream, and bent down to finish his blowjob from before. It only took a few sucks to set off the skunk who unleashed his pent up orgasm down the throat of the fox. As Beat relaxed on the floor catching his breath, Ink went ahead and licked the pre off of the mustelid's belly and cleaned both of them off with a rag.

Suddenly aware of where they were, they got up and quickly dressed, taking care to brush off any filth they may have accrued, and quickly left the closet before anyone could notice. When they entered the lobby, Ink looked at the clock and turned to Beat with a smile. "Damn, we only blew 15 minutes." He shrugged. "Eh, I'm getting paid for a full day anyway, so I'll catch you later." Ink sauntered off with a bit of a swish in his step as the skunk processed what he just said. The fox had just left the building as Beat's eyes snapped wide open. "Wait, what?!"