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There was a soft tap at the door, and an exquisitely beautiful mousegirl looked in. White-blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in a startling contrast to the warm grey-brown of her fur and the charcoal of her dress and matching sandals. "Your 10 o'clock appointment is here, sir," she said in a soft, sweet voice.

Micah looked up, smiling his appreciation. "Thank you, Julia," he replied. "Please show her in," the handsome, dark-furred wolfman requested. His executive assistant swept the room and his person with limpid gold eyes that missed nothing, ensuring the richly-appointed office and its owner were ready to receive their visitor.

"Of course, sir," she replied, finding that he met her exacting standards. She pushed the honey-toned double door open further, standing to one side as she ushered his visitor in.

His eyes widened slightly, involuntarily; the horsewoman framed in the doorway was easily the most gorgeous of her kind he'd ever seen, and he'd met more than a few. The moment passed; he had not risen to his present position as CEO by allowing his face to give him away, and his ruby-toned eyes resumed their usual slightly-closed, appraising expression as he quickly looked his guest up and down.

She was nearly as tall as he; in fact, if you counted the equine ears protruding through the silky auburn locks, she might have an inch or so on him. Emerald-green eyes were framed in a heart-shaped face covered with a coat of fine horsehair in a rich chestnut colour, a shade that faded to chocolate at her lips. Those eyes were quite enchanting; slightly lifted at the corners, and together with a quirk at the corners of her generous mouth, conveyed an impression of a merry disposition.

Her business suit was impeccably tailored in a shade of royal blue that complemented her coat; the jacket fitted closely to her bosom and waist, then flared over her hips and the sheath skirt under it. The blouse under her jacket shimmered under the lights and seemed almost translucent in spots. Cream hose adorned her long, shapely legs, and through the sheer material he could see patches of chestnut, though the fur of her legs appeared to be predominately white. Elegant pumps in a matching, almost jewel-like tone of blue completed her ensemble.

"Welcome, Rhiannon," he smiled in welcome as he came around his desk to greet her, his hand out to grasp hers. "It's good to finally meet you in the flesh."

Rhiannon smiled in return, her auburn tail swishing slightly as she advanced to meet her host. He was a dapper, handsome figure of a wolf, dressed with quiet, confident elegance that eschewed the usual forms of power dressing. Not for him the tie and three-piece suit, but no-one would mistake him for anything but the highly-placed business executive he was. He wore an open-collared white silk shirt, making a stark contrast with the sleek charcoal-dark of his fur, and over that a vest in crimson just a few shades darker than his eyes. Grey slacks and comfortable black loafers completed his outfit, presenting the impression of a confident, relaxed executive, accustomed to the high stakes and rapid pace of the business world.

"Thank you, Micah; the same, I'm sure," she replied, her voice a warm, sensual soprano. Her eyes opened a bit wider as he took her hand but instead of shaking it, bowed in a courtly fashion over it, just barely brushing his lips over her fingertips. A smile curved her mouth as he guided her to a comfortable-looking sofa and low table. She seated herself, long legs crossed, and set her slim business case on the table.

"Julia," he looked at his assistant, "would you send in refreshments, please?" The mousegirl smiled warmly and nodded, whisking her tail neatly out of the way as she closed the door to the office. Turning to his guest, he smiled charmingly. "Please let me extend my hospitality before we enter upon our business," he said, seating himself on the other end of the sofa.

"Of course," she chuckled slightly. "I sometimes think we over-formalize things in business, and I much prefer to be on friendly terms," she went on, swinging one leg slightly, and Micah grinned, leaning aback against the supple burgundy leather.

"Ah, Julia, thank you," he added as the door swung silently open again to admit her. She set a tray with an elegant coffee service on the table, then straightened. "Please make sure we're not disturbed for the next hour or so," he asked. 'Rhiannon and I will be discussing several details of the contract, but other matters are likely to come up as well and I'd like to deal with them right away."

"Certainly, sir," Julia answered, her face thoroughly professional save for the warm smile in her liquid-gold eyes for her boss. Micah watched appreciatively as she walked to the door, hips and tail swaying gently. From the corner of his eye, he caught the direction of Rhiannon's gaze; the horsewoman was also watching the pleasantly rounded curves of Julia's pert bottom as the mouse left his office, and he smiled.

The two exchanged small talk over coffee and biscuits, discussing anything but the purpose of Rhiannon's visit to his business. "I hope you won't mind if I make myself comfortable?" she asked, unbuttoning her close-fitting jacket. "Your office is very pleasant, but it's warmer than I was expecting," she went on, shrugging out of it. Micah nodded, concealing a smile of amusement. He was no stranger to the use of seduction as a business tactic, and Rhiannon's move was smooth, practised. He countered, leaning back, relaxed and very much at ease while subtly ensuring his tailored slacks showed him to his best advantage, and enjoyed the move.

Freed of her suit jacket, he saw that her blouse was indeed semi-translucent; it shimmered slightly under the indirect lighting, chestnut shadows hinted at within. She filled it pleasantly, the material taut over the generous curves of her breasts, a slight change in light highlighting pert nipples. He cast a swift glance down her back, noting the rich auburn sheen of her tail,which emerged from under a buttoned strap at the waistband of her skirt, and was bound with three simple, plain gold bands. That skirt was also calculated to capture male attention, he was sure; elegantly tailored it was, but nonetheless hugging the curves of hips and buttocks.

Rhiannon's emerald-green eyes crinkled at the corners; the horsewoman enjoying his response to her gambit. Micah was a handsome wolf, no doubt of it; his dark-furred, well-toned body hinted at under the open shirt and close-fitting vest. Her eyes tracked down his form; yes, a very handsome wolf, her smile widened, noting the tightness of the fabric of his slacks. Let's see if he'll make the next move, she mused silently. Aloud, she merely said, "Perhaps I should show you what I had in mind, Micah," as she bent to pick up her briefcase, making sure he had an unobstructed view of her profile.

She rose with fluid grace and - well, walked would be the verb, but the complex harmony of motion, her stride, the nearly-hypnotic sway of her hips from side to side, the soft swishing of her tail, the shift and play of her skirt over the tempting, lush curves of her bottom, made it so much more than the word 'walked' could convey. He rose to follow her, watching the display of her backside's charms as she set the briefcase on his desk and opened it to remove a slim but powerful notebook computer. And did she - yes, she did; as she opened the lid of the computer, she gave an unmistakable wiggle of that lovely ass, switching her tail from side to side.

Okay, then, he thought. Rhiannon had made certain of her terms crystal-clear, not that Micah had any problem with them, and he took the offered invitation. His pants were becoming quite uncomfortably tight, and his dark-furred hand move to cup her firm bottom as he stood behind her, looking over her shoulder. This provided him with quite an unobstructed view down the V of her blouse, the shimmering white material framing and displaying the rich, chestnut-furred curves of her breasts.

He distinctly felt her push back against his hand and groin, a warm smile lighting her face. "Julia?" she asked simply, and he shook his head.

"She won't disturb us," he replied, abandoning any pretence of looking at the contract proposal on the screen, while his wolfhood jumped in the confines of his slacks.

"Good", Rhiannon replied softly, flirting her tail up. Micah's smile lifted the corners of his mouth enough to reveal gleaming white canines as he leaned closer, pushing the urgent bulge in his crotch against her firmness. He could feel her long, elegant legs shifting, opening, and he grinned wolfishly while his hand slipped around her waist, then up, until it found the warm, full mound of her breast and his palm came to rest over the hard bump of nipple. Lust flaring, he wrenched at his belt buckle with his free hand, eager to free himself. Soon, he promised himself, soon he would be buried in her, consummating more than a business relationship.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she responded to his dark-furred hand, and as his trousers slipped down and his already-erect penis sprang free, she turned in his arms, eyes half-closed, lips parted as he pulled her close, meeting his in a fiery kiss. He wanted, needed to feel her arousal as well, to tease her and bring her to a peak before he indulged himself with her. He and Julia had watched each other with other partners, but he had not had her; there were lines he could not cross with her. Rhiannon, though, was not his assistant, and the rules which governed employers and employees conduct didn't apply. He wanted her, and she'd made it very clear she wanted him, and so he didn't hesitate to slip his hand up her skirt to explore between her thighs.

She was, he decided, much, much more than the wealthy, powerful noblewoman he already knew she was; she was also playful, for as his fingers quested up her toned thighs, he encountered the top of her stockings and the fine fur of her legs, and then he felt her flesh, velvety-soft, warm and inviting, a sweet crease - only it wasn't; the shape was wrong, the velvety skin was slightly loose except where it felt stretched over something - two somethings, and something else which didn't feel at all like a woman's sex under his experienced hand.

"Mmm... ooo yes... don't stop," she murmured into his mouth, but he broke the kiss and pulled away a bit, a slight furrow creasing his black brow. He could tell she was aroused; her eyes glittered, and her breasts rose and fell with her panting breathing. Something else was rising as well as he looked down where his cock pressed hard against her; there was a tautness to the fabric of her skirt, pushing back against the insistent press of his erection.

Without a word he lifted the hem of her skirt. Cream fur gave way to chestnut about mid-thigh, clad in lace-topped sheer stockings. A lace garter belt supported them, but she wore no panties, and the reason was plain. Between her thighs was a dark charcoal scrotum, the velvet-soft skin he had felt, and above it an equally dark sheath, from which an equine penis was emerging, the same dark skin, mottled here and there with pink patches of skin.

Confused, he took a step back, staggering as one foot was momentarily hobbled by the puddled fabric of his slacks around one ankle. Rhiannon straightened, her lustful smile growing wider, curving the corners of her generous mouth as her cream-furred fingers unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down over the swell of her hips.

"I'm sorry, Micah, to have deceived you this way," she - shi, he realized belatedly - said as shi wriggled lithely, pulling her - hir- blouse over hir head. Giving hir head a shake to settle the collar-length auburn locks of hir hair, shi discarded the blouse as well, advancing on him now, clad only in lacy brassiere, garter and stockings, hir black equine penis bobbing hypnotically as it extruded further from hir sheath, arching out in a proud bow in front of hir scrotum, rising and straightening with every bounce. "The proposal was just an excuse, you see," shi went on, "to bring this occasion about."

Something hit him behind the knees; in the confusion of discovering she was - what, shemale? herm? - he'd forgotten the couch was only a few steps from the desk where she - shi'd bent to display hir ass. With a yelp of surprise, he went over the arm onto his back, his legs flying up into the air. He landed with an 'oof!', his legs splayed apart, and felt hir hands grip his ankles, hir finely-furred fingers surprisingly strong. Hir throaty chuckle fell on his twitching ears.

"Why, Micah, thank you!" shi laughed merrily. His head whirled; surely she - shi - wasn't thinking of...?! Hir next words left no doubt. "As soon as I saw that wonderful, delightful ass, I just knew I had to have it," shi cooed, wrapping one arm around both his calves. Shi tugged slightly, pulling his bottom up onto the soft, wide arm of the sofa, and he felt hir equine adornment bounce against his anus. The thought made him flush, though the effect was utterly invisible with his dark fur, and his sphincter puckered... and a thrill seemed to shoot through his erect penis. The horsewoman - stallionwoman, he supposed - rocked hir hips, and the black, veiny length of hir femmecock pushed between his thighs, rubbing against his balls and cock. Hir other hand grasped his member, elegant fingers wrapping around the proud, dark flesh as shi began stroking him.

An involuntary gasp escaped his lips, followed by a low, urgent groan. Shi certainly knew what shi was doing; he could feel he was close already, both from his anticipation of sliding into hir and the stimulation shi was giving him. Shi stopped jacking him for a moment, stroking hir fingers down the thick vein on the underside of his shaft until they came to his dark-furred balls. These shi cupped in hir hand, hefting them, and he saw the smile on hir face grow; shi liked what shi saw. Shi gave them a light squeeze, sending a bolt of pleasure up his shaft, then returned to jacking him.

He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations shi was evoking in his body. Dammit, but shi knew exactly what shi was doing. Of course, having a penis hirself, shi would know exactly how to stimulate another one, but that wasn't the sum of it. His mouth hung open slightly; he could feel his peak approaching rapidly and it wasn't solely due to the lust-inspiring shape of hir form. No, he was liking this, he realized; the lack of control was arousing him greatly.

His teeth clenched together, his body trembling; he was going to cum any second, he knew - and in this position, he would wind up shooting all over himself, and the thought only spurred him on. "Hnnngghg!!!!" he groaned as sudden pleasure exploded in his groin and he felt himself jumping in hir grasp. Hir fingers released his shaft, only to cup the black plum of his glans as his cock flexed and spat a creamy jet of wolf-goo, then another, and another, and still another; he was cumming as he seldom had before. Hir hand remained cupped around his knob, catching most of it, but between those beige-furred digits, a few drops leaked, curving around hir fingers and knuckles.

Two or three more eruptions, growing smaller, followed, and he panted, his heart racing as he subsided. Blowing out, he looked up at hir, enjoying the afterglow of orgasm, wondering just what shi had in mind. That shi planned to take him anally he had no doubt; only the details were unclear.

Still embracing his legs, she leaned forward a bit, bending his legs back. Hir other hand, the hand full of his cum, turned, pouring his seed along the length of hir erect penis. Indeed, drops of his seed were already adorning the meaty equine shaft, where his softening cock had dripped on hir. Now a line of his semen trailed along hir, and then hir hand went to his tail - no, just above his tail, in this position - and he felt the warmth and wetness against his tailhole. Shi was lubing hirself, and him, with his own spunk.

Strong, slim fingers worked the warm goo around his anus, hir thumb pushing in, massaging it right into the opening of his rectum. Then hir fingers, hir thumb left and he looked down - up? - to see hir stroking hirself, working his jizz into the satiny-soft skin of hir girlcock.

He ran his tongue along his teeth, anticipation making his heart pound. Shi was gorgeous, alluring... and completely unexpected. If he'd been asked to bet on the chances of finding himself in this position that morning, he would have laughed the wager and its offerer out of the office. Suddenly he wondered - what if Julia came in, saw him like this, saw Rhiannon ass-fucking him? The thought, he realized, excited him.

Shi was ready now, he saw; her hand no longer stroked hir impressive equipment, but gripped it just behind the wide cap as shi guided it up against his raised rear. Now it was resting there, slick with slowly-cooling sperm - his sperm - and he could feel hir pulse in the warm, rubbery flesh. Shi was pushing, and he felt his anus begin to give way, to open for hir. Pain - not severe, but uncomfortable - rippled through him and he grimaced.

"Relax, Micah, dear," shi encouraged him, pausing. Hir fingers rested on his balls, the web of hir hand around hir shaft. "I'll take it nice and slowly." With that, hir fingers moved back to hir cock and shi resumed pushing while hir fingers squeezed, compressing the thick flesh... and then he felt it, felt her glans as his anus gaped to admit hir, felt it slide inside, and his sphincter almost snapping back as the widest part of hir cock slid into his bum. "Ooooh yes.... oh GOD that feels good," shi panted, pausing again. Micah wasn't sure; he felt incredibly stuffed, if anything. But he was relaxing, he could feel it, as his body adjusted to the fleshy intruder.

It took hir several minutes of slow, careful pushes and thrusts, watching him, watching his face. He winced several times when excitement got the better of hir and shi thrust just a bit too enthusiastically, but at the end of it, shi was wrapped around his legs, supporting them, and he could feel the unfamiliar sensation of hir sheath against his butt cheeks, and the odd yet intensely erotic feeling of hir she-shaft penetrating into him, encased tightly by his rectum. They rested like that for a moment... then shi began fucking him.

It was like - God, he had no idea what it was like, nothing in previous experience to compare it with. Shi was at once tender, solicitous of him, watching the growing pleasure on his face, the urgent, growling groans of lust rising from him; and yet he had no doubt that shi would not stop until shi had slaked hir lust and had hir pleasure of him. Shi took him with strong, deep thrusts, setting a demanding, relentless pace as shi bucked; hips, ass, thighs flexing, toned muscles rolling smoothly under hir coat with every stroke. Shi had released his legs from the one-armed embrace to spread them apart, grasping him by his ankles, lifting his furred bum slightly off the padded sofa arm. Thus raised, hir ballsack now thwapped against the base of his tail with metronome regularity.

Few, if any, words escaped either of them; sight and scent and wordless noises conveyed all that was necessary. He growled repeatedly in his throat, eyes half-closed in pleasure. Hir thick, meaty member stroked and massaged him from the inside, hir glans caressed his prostate, rapidly bringing him to erection again until his cock stood rampantly proud, rearing from his groin and quiveringly hard. Atop him - well, not really, but that was certainly the impression - the she-stallion lunged repeatedly, rutting hirself into him powerfully, hir laughing emerald eyes no longer laughing but instead blazing with the fire of feral lust and need. Shi was a primal thing, wild, unfettered; it struck him that the sobriquet of 'stallionwoman' suited hir exactly. A light sheen of sweat bedewed hir forehead, bouncing breasts and flanks, and between panting breaths shi nickered and snorted, and through everything, every sign of lust and need and pleasure, the constant, beating tattoo of hir equine shaft thrusting inside his rectum.

He braced himself, clutching at the soft cushions as hir pounding rhythm jerked him along the slick leather surface, then reached for hir ass with the other, digging his fingertips into the firm pad of flexing muscle. Thus supported, gripping hir, he released the cushion to grab hir other cheek. His timing was off just a bit and instead of a pawful of chestnut ass, his hand gripped hir thigh, fingers brushing the softly-furred flesh behind hir scrotum... and there, he found the pouting, moist crease he'd expected at first. So she was both; a hermaphrodite, and somehow that made a difference. He grinned up at hir, riding the surging waves of pleasure as shi stuffed hirself inside his ass over and over, and made good use of his handhold on hir to begin teasing hir.

The effect was immediate, electric; shi jolted, hir eyes opening wide and a gasp wrenched from hir. "Someone likes that," he laughed between his own gasps of pleasure. Hir legs shifted, opening in response to his fingers' touch and a shuddering breath shivered through hir.

"AaaaaAAAHH!!" shi moaned, and he felt hir wetness suddenly, drenching his fingers, the velvety labia drawing apart in a bit to welcome the intruder. "Oh my GOD, yes, Micah!" Shi released his legs, leaning forward until shi was braced on hir hands over him. Hir lace-concealed breasts swung hypnotically with hir rhythmic thrusts, hir eyes slitted now, mouth open in an 'O' of lust-fired bliss as his fingers' assault on hir maresex augmented the pleasure of hir cock working in his ass.

"Do it," he heard himself chanting. He let go hir ass, now that shi was more or less lying atop him, both chestnut globes rising and and falling with hir plunging strokes. Thus freed, he found new employment for his hands, spreading hir thighs apart the better to continue fingering-fucking hir greedy, succulent puss. "Do it!" he gasped again, seizing hir brassier in his teeth. His gleaming fangs made short work of the thin lace, and with a yank and toss of his head, he stripped it from hir, freeing hir breasts from their confines. His ruby eyes gleamed and he growled, "Cum! Cum in my ass!", then seized one nipple between his teeth, sucking and biting it.

Rhiannon's world exploded; bolts of lighting seemed to be shooting through hir. The handsome wolf's ass was a symphony itself of pleasure, a hot, tight sleeve that gripped hir feminine stallion-hood with wet, sucking ripples; then his fingers had added yet another theme, delving into hir, lighting a fire within hir pussy, until it seemed hir entire centre was one roiling, liquid mass of lust and ecstasy.... and then his teeth, his tongue, his lips on the hard, stiff pegs of hir nipples became a counterpoint of sensation. Shi was barely aware of anything but him now; the sweet, searing warmth of him around hir plunging staff, massaging hir she-cock to build hir up to a crest; his fingers inside hir, stirring hir honeypot until shi teetered on the brink, and when he began his oral assault on hir breast, that was the match to the tinder, to light the conflagration of climax.

Shi gave a shrill, whinnying scream and stiffened, a cascade of bliss pouring through hir, from hir breasts and nether lips to rise in a surging, foaming eruption. Shi shuddered as hir shaft flexed inside him, the fat glans flaring as the shadowed mouth in its centre gaped wide, and the first ropes of thick spooge jetted from hir inside him. That was all he needed as well; the thick, fleshy pole inside him, the sudden liquid, gurgling gush of semen erupting within his bowels triggered him as well, and a lupine howl escaped, ripped from his throat as his furred balls convulsed and thick ropes of goo began erupting from his black staff as well. Rhiannon's breasts were perfectly positioned to catch that creamy release; the warm, full mounds pressed against his chest, wet with his saliva around the nipples; and his shuddering, cumming cock jerked again and again, painting hir with his urgent release.

He finished before shi did; his balls emptying and his black cock beginning to soften while shi still bucked, fucking and cumming until each thrust of hir fleshy horse piston forced hir seed in spurting squirts from his anus, splashing against hir heavy balls. After what seemed an eternity, but was probably only minutes, though, he felt hir shaft in him beginning to soften, the shuddering eruptions becoming less, until shi sighed deeply, hir sweat-dripping body relaxing. Shi simply lay atop him for a moment, recovering control of hirself, then pushed hirself up.

"My... God..." shi panted. "Holy... that, that was... incredible," shi got out. A bit awkwardly, shi planted hir feet, then supported him carefully as shi withdrew. The thick, slick mass seemed reluctant to leave its snug home, but leave it did, making a lewd, sucking sound until shi was fully out, hir glans making a 'pop' as it emerged, dripping and messy.

Cum matted the fur around his anus; hirs, and some was trickling out from him, as his sphincter hadn't yet realized shi was no longer in him. Smaller patches on his chest as well, from his own eruption, but not much. Rhiannon's breasts, though, were a mess; most of his eruption had splashed on the rich chestnut globes, glazing them thoroughly and some was oozing down hir tummy in slow trickles through the chestnut fur that covered hir. Hir softened black stallion-hood glistened as well, covered with the juicy evidence of hir orgasm, and more glazed hir black scrotum, errant drips hanging from the swell of hir testes. He saw as well, that more liquids trickled down hir inner thighs; evidently shi came from both hir sexes. His nose twitched; the air of his office was ripe and more than ripe with the scents of sex; his strong, lupine musk, the clear tang of his seed; her lighter, feminine scent, the evidence that his fingers had pleasured hir female aspect thoroughly; and another musky scent; the scent of of a stallion and yet unmistakably hirs.

Shi turned away, looking at him over one shoulder, and he grinned, recognizing the invitation in hir laughing eyes, an invitation made even clearer as shi leaned forward, hips and ass out-thrust toward him. Shi flirted hir silky tail to one side and between hir stained, sticky thighs, hir maresex, gleaming and wet, seemed to beckon. "My turn now," he growled playfully, and slapped hir rump as he moved into position behind hir. His cock was rising again, and with a slow, wicked grin lifting the corners of his mouth, he pressed the black head against hir dripping crease, then thrust....

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The double doors opened as Micah and Rhiannon stepped into the outer office. Both looked a little dishevelled; his shirt was rumpled, as were his slacks, and somehow shi was missing one of hir pumps, and shi paused to shove a damp, errant lock of auburn hair out of hir eyes. Both of them wore silly, goofy grins.

"Thank you for coming to me with your needs," he said, a gleam in his ruby eyes as he shook hir hand firmly. "I'm sure we'll be able to handle everything for you."

"I'm very pleased," shi replied, hir green eyes twinkling merrily. "I'm looking forward to an excellent relationship with you. It was my pleasure, I assure you."

He dropped hir hand and as shi turned to go, the door to the staff lounge opened. A trim, petite lizard in a pretty plaid skirt and Arran knit sweater, and a slim neko with red-streaked dark hair in a dapper suit stepped out. Rhiannon gave them both a look that Micah couldn't decipher as shi left, both of them following hir. He shook his head. Rhiannon's staff obviously weren't above seizing a moment to pleasure each other - when the boss is away, the staff will play, he supposed. He turned as the door opened again, and a rather rumpled, satisfied-looking Julia stepped out.