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For all that Miss Vipra was a demonic being determined to undermine, conquer or otherwise enslave the world, she wasn't insensitive to the customs of business or the needs of her employees. So it was that every year, she provided a staff Christmas party at which copious amounts of food and drink were laid on, entirely at company expense. She was very well aware of the old saw about the kine that tread the grain; if she gave them little perks like this from time to time, she knew their productivity would be increased and her grand plan would move forward the more swiftly.

This year's party certainly seemed to be a raging success so far; people were talking and drinking and laughing and eating and (in a couple of offices) fucking. There were the usual familiar faces present, and the usual ones missing, too. Miss Vipra had been there earlier, but was now gone and so were Carrera and Purgy, which meant Vipra was having her way with them in her office; he'd just seen Watamaraka dragging Audrey into_her_ office, not that Audrey was protesting. Kyrell looked at his watch, debating whether he was going to stay much longer. Then he did a double-take; there was a new face in the crowd. Had a new employee been taken on?

He liked what he saw. Tall for a woman, but not as tall as him; two equine ears protruding through a tousled mop of collar-length auburn hair; a pair of laughing green eyes set in a chestnut-furred, heart-shaped face; a generous, chocolate-dark pair of lips that seemed just made for kissing... she was stacked, too, he saw; those boobs had to be D-cups at least and stood out firm and proud on her chest, filling out her shirt. The shirt belonged to FedEx; so she had just happened to make a delivery when the party got started, and stayed on. The shirt's sleeves were rolled up, revealing graceful yet muscular arms, and then she turned and he gave a low whistle, despite himself. Her uniform shorts seemed to have been sprayed on, and he was pretty sure he was looking at one of the top three finalists for Most Perfect Ass Ever. An auburn tail poked through a buttoned-down flap, the fine, silky strands swishing from side to side and he found himself wondering how tight she'd be. Going by those smooth, shifting buns, very tight, and he growled softly to himself.

He had to have her. More, he had to proclaim to the world that he'd had her, and being the IT manager meant he had the means, too. The employees of the company didn't know it, but Kyrell had complete control over their PCs (well, except for Miss Vipra's; he wasn't about to test his luck that far - yet). That included their web cams. He stepped into his office for a moment, quickly bringing up the override software and put the mail room PC cam on standby. Now he could trigger it with the penlight he always carried for working on the staff's computers.

Back in the office bullpen area, he moved smoothly through the assembled employees toward her, his feline heritage letting him weave through the crowd with easy grace. Good, she wasn't "with" anyone yet; she was chatting and laughing easily with a few others by the water cooler, which was dispensing Mike's Hard Lemonade for the occasion. "Hi!" he greeted her, raising his voice to be heard above the crowd.

"Hey, how're you?" she replied, displaying a dazzling smile. She gave him a look that was disconcertingly direct, not in the least put off her stride by the fact he was easily half a foot taller than her. Those green eyes slid up to meet his brown-orange ones set in his red-and-silver-furred feline face, taking in the shock of unruly silver hair, the twitching ears, then back down, over his broad chest, and her smile widened. "I'm Rhiannon," she added.

He chuckled softly. "You came about a package, I think?" he said, and she caught the double entendre.

"A pick-up," she replied saucily with a toss of her head.

"Come on, then," he nodded in the direction of the mail room. "It should be in there." She nodded and turned, and he took the opportunity in the press of the crowd to grab a quick feel. God, that ass _was_perfect - firm, well-muscled with just the right amount of padding. And there was no mistaking her willingness; he felt her push back against his soft-furred hand, and he felt himself stirring.

As soon as the door closed behind them, she turned and practically glued herself to him. "Now, about this package," she said in a warm, husky soprano, and her hand slid down his washboard abs and between his legs, fingers curling as she cupped him. "That's quite a large one, and it's gonna need special handling," she laughed.

"Mmm yeah," he grinned back, leaning against the table. "You wanna be careful with that, too; it's loaded."

On one level he felt a bit like cringing; their conversation was like something out of the corniest and cheesiest of porn videos. But that was a minor consideration; right now he was far more interested in what she was like under - or out of - the FedEx uniform. She was as eager as he; while that cream-furred hand massaged him through his slacks, her other hand was busy unbuttoning her shirt; and in a matter of seconds it was undone, releasing her twin globes.

He had to feel them; he cupped then between his hands, savouring their warmth and the softness of the fine chestnut horsehair that apparently covered her entirely. She licked her lips as she released his manhood momentarily to shrug out of it with a lissome wiggle, making those generous orbs jiggle pleasantly in his grasp. For a moment her hands rested on his, squeezing them, lifting them for his delectation; then her hands were fumbling at his belt, unzipping him and he was glad he'd gone commando.

"Oh, nice!" Rhiannon exclaimed softly, admiring the proud, smooth black shaft rising from his sheath above his furry balls. Cream-furred fingers wrapped around his manhood, warm and soft against the sensitive skin as she began stroking him. "Mmm... now me," she purred, and he slid his hands under her rump, cupping that heavenly ass, feeling through her shorts the muscles shifting against his palms as he lifted her onto the sorting table.

The fabric of her shorts pulled tight, he saw that she was sporting a bulge of her own, and his heart beat a bit faster. His furry paw joined hers, eagerly unbuttoning and unzipping her, and as he drew them down, she raised her legs and kicked her shorts off. Beneath her uniform she sported a pair of very feminine, lacy pale blue panties; the only thing odd about them being the reinforced panel that restrained her femcock. The flesh was dark under the sheer material, and tenting quite prominently. He grinned at her, enjoying this process of discovery quite as much as she, and hooked a clawed finger in the narrow strap at her hips. That claw sliced easily through the strap and hir panties fell away to reveal hir rearing stallion shaft, emerging swiftly from hir sheath now, as well as a pair of generous testicles in a velvety-black scrotum, and just behind that full sack, pouting labia adorned with the same fine chestnut fur that covered hir all over. Little dewdrops of moisture adorned that tempting slit, and shi leaned back, lifting hir balls and spreading hir nether lips with practised ease.

"C'mon, tiger," shi purred, chuckling at the inadvertent word-play. "Feed me some of that thick black cat-cock...!"

Kyrell needed no further invitation; he was ready and more than ready to plunge himself into hir ready heat. The presence of a stallion's cock on hir didn't bother him in the least; hermaphrodites and shemales were very often the most enthusiastically lusty playmates, as he well knew. His sensitive nose twitched; the rising aromas were entrancing to him and fired his libido further. He could smell his own musk, a warm, deep feline scent; and her lighter, feminine odour was a compelling counterpart to it.

A soft moan escaped hir chocolate-dark lips as he grasped hir thighs, lifting hir legs onto his shoulders, then slowly teased hir, sliding the black head of his cock along her juicing slit. The texture of the fine, tight hairs adorning her crease against his shaft was exhilarating, though, and it didn't help when hir hand joined his on his throbbing, straining shaft to aim the pulsing, foot-long tiger cock at hir entrance. "Do it..." shi urged him in a sultry voice freighted with lust. "Do it!"

He hissed through his teeth as he drove into hir, hot and sweet and wet around him. "Nngghuuu!" he grunted, feeling hir fine-haired pussy lips parting, opening, embracing him. The hand on his cock moved to cup his balls again, unhindered by his trousers this time, squeezing him gently as he pushed into hir welcoming wet warmth, his proud feline staff at its full straining length, over a foot long, and two generous inches across to stretch hir marehood wide.

The cam... Gotta get this... he thought with some difficulty; her snug pussy was a warm, living cock-sleeve around him and hir heat was distracting. Fortunately hir eyes were closed, an expression of blissful lust on hir pixie countenance. With only a small bit of difficulty he fished the penlight from his shirt pocket and triggered the cam. Three blinks of the LED confirmed that the cam was now active and streaming the feed. Hir mouth opened slightly, hir tongue peeping from one corner between chocolate lips, and she moaned softly as his rocking thrusts hilted him fully inside hir.

Thank God the PC was at the end of the room; the monitor-mounted cam had an unobstructed view of the proceedings, and he made sure of it by lifting hir long graceful legs off his shoulders, his furry hands gripping hir thighs just above hir knees, pushing them back, opening hir further as he leaned into hir. She was moaning continuously now, hir free hand squeezing, pinching hir nipples, and the hand that had been toying with his nuts was now jacking hirself, stroking the growing horse erection extruding from hir charcoal-dark sheath. Shi was impressively hung, no doubt of it; that equine cock looked to be about a foot and a half long by now, and thick in proportion. The meaty shaft pushed between hir tits, the flat mushroom-head just above the line of hir nipples.

Fucking hir was a deliciously new experience; he'd never taken a herm from this position before, and feeling hir black ball sack flopping atop his ebony shaft, slick and glistening with hir pussy juices and his pre was surprisingly enjoyable. The girl-stallion was definitely enjoying it; tossing hir head, writhing in a frenzy of lust with every deep-driving thrust of his cock, the lust shining in hir emerald eyes quite possibly a match for his own glowing orange ones.. Shi was bucking eagerly, thrusting hir hips and ass up off the table to meet him, and as shi did, hir pink-mottled black stalk drove along hir soft-furred belly, trapped between hir breasts. Both hir hands were around hir fat, proud column, masturbating and tit-fucking hirself.

A new scent joined the complex medley filling his nose; equine, unmistakably a stallion, but just as unmistakably her. Clear droplets of pre-cum welled up from the wide cum-slit in the flat face of hir horse-cock. Shi saw him watching hir leaking cock, smiled, and leaned forward to taste hirself. Once, twice, three times hir tongue slowly laved the head of hir girl-shaft, probing into hir cum-slit and shi shivered. Then shi reached elegant chestnut-and-cream arms up, snaking hir hands around his neck, and pulled his face to hirs, saluting him with an open-mouthed kiss, and he tasted hir.

Shi was tangy, a salty-sweet hint of something exotic. The couple moved together, never losing the rhythm of penetration while hir lips embraced his muzzle and shi offered hir pre on hir tongue. Then shi pulled back with a low, soft panting gasp, and released hir she-stallion from its prison between hir warm, full breasts. The fat stalk swung up and then it was there, the head anointed with hir spit and the bubbling wellspring of pre-cum now trickling down the underside of hir shaft. Hir cock-knob was wide - wider than his, he felt certain - but his rough, raspy tongue flicked out, curling around the meaty staff to catch the runaway drops, then up to the top.

"Oh my FUCKING GOD!" Rhiannon cried out, hir toes curling; the feeling of his tongue on the super-sensitive skin of hir cock was like dipping it in fire and ice. Every square inch of hir cock - and there were a _lot_of square inches along that prideful stallion's shaft - seemed electrified, and bolts of sudden, searing pleasure shot from hir cock-meat into hir balls, then down hir legs, up to hir nipples and out to hir fingertips, and shi clamped down tightly around his cock, hir inner walls gripping him like a wet, fleshy vise.

Kyrell just grinned; he had never given a herm head before, but if they reacted like that, he might have to try it more often. "Like that, hmmm?" he purred, then took hir cock-knob into his mouth. That got an even stronger reaction; the stallion-mare under him, impaled on him, bucked strongly and clenched spasmodically around his cock, spurring him on further and harder. He began sucking on hir cock in earnest, engulfing the first three or four inches of charcoal-dark horse-flesh in his maw, teasing and tasting hir, while shi bucked uncontrollably, bringing him close to the brink. Shi was trying not simply to fuck hirself on his cock as he plunged into hir liquid warmth; shi was also trying to fuck his mouth. Hir arms slipped under his, under his shirt, and hir fingers dug into his fur, holding on as though shi might drown. Hir black balls pressed against his flat belly, warm and full and needful, and he felt his balls churning, swelling up in response to hir need.

Afterwards he couldn't really say which of them came first; all that mattered to him at the time was the mare-stallion he was fucking and the inexorable demands of his body. Feeling hir clenching repeatedly around his cock, hir legs shivering with hir lust in his hands... and then he was cumming, dear GOD he was cumming like never before; his ebony-dark cock flexed belching thick spurts of sticky goo, he could feel every firehose-like jet racing from his balls up the length of his shaft to erupt volcanically deep inside hir! He threw back his head, yowling like a rutting tom, and as hir cock-knob popped free of his muzzle, a powerful jet of thick equine cream shot from the suddenly gaping slit of hir stallion's shaft, into his open jaws, bathing his tongue and the roof of his mouth with hir seed. Hir cum-cannon jerked again - he could feel hir balls shuddering against his belly as he bucked to pump another rope of tiger jizz into hir - and hir next eruption landed splattering on his muzzle and cheek.

Rhiannon bucked under him, giving a high, whinnying shriek as shi convulsed in the throes of orgasm along with him. Shi didn't just cum from hir cock, he discovered; hir cunt flooded as well, bathing his plunging shaft while hir inner muscles rippled and milked him of yet more loads. Hir stallion orgasm was definitely the more obvious, though; hir cock shot again, straight up, a fountain of rich cock-cream that peaked and fell, missing him and spattering hir breasts and face with creamy, pearlescent goo that dripped like an obscene glaze from hir cheeks, hir lips, hir breasts; sinful fat droplets that paused before falling free, dangling from the tip of an ear, the fat chocolate peg of a nipple.

Withdrawing from hir as his eruption subsided, he hissed his satisfaction when he saw hir catch hir lower lip between hir teeth; evidently shi'd never been fucked by a tiger, and the spines on his cock had been a surprise. For all that, he pulled out with little resistance; hir cunt was awash in his spooge; leaking around his glistening, dripping black cock until the plum of his knob popped out. Hir charcoal lips still gaped, revealing hir moist, juicy, fuckhole and a thick ooze compounded of his tiger spunk and hir equine cunt honey leaked slowly, pooling on the table. Hir green eyes opened fully again as he lowered hir legs and stepped back, blowing to catch his breath, and of itself one hand went to his cheek, now matted with hir seed. Hir spunk had tasted like hir pre - salty-sweet, but thicker, and something, some undertaste, almost like timothy hay...?

The horse-herm moved gracefully to stand, the leakage from hir thoroughly-fucked cunt trickling down hir thighs, and hir dark charcoal cock arched out proudly from hir groin as it softened, errant drops of hir semen dangling from hir flared glans. Forgotten completely, hir torn panties slid down hir leg to puddle on the floor. His trousers had slid down as well while he was fucking hir and a quick shrug of his shoulders sent his shirt to the floor to join them. Naked except for hir FedEx ballcap, shi grinned as shi knelt in front of him, and then shi exhaled a zephyr of warmth across his cum-slicked manhood. For a moment the pair stood frozen while shi considered his softening black cock and furry balls, then shi leaned forward and hir tongue flicked out to taste him. One slim, cream-furred hand wrapped around his shaft, guiding him to hir parted lips, and then the sweet, wet warmth of hir mouth engulfed him.

A low exhalation of pleasure escaped him and of its own volition one hand went to hir head, weaving into the tangle of auburn hair, and his feet shifted as his body responded, rocking his hips forward. "God, you're insatiable...!" he muttered, feeling the tip of hir tongue probing at the slit in the head of his cock, sending little shocks through him. He felt hir arm wrapping around his legs, her hand warm against his fur.

He hissed through his teeth as shi began bobbing; she was really going to town on his cock. Cool air flowed over his hardening shaft as shi slipped him out of hir mouth, placing a soft kiss on the head. He looked down to see hir smiling face; shi was leaning back, supporting hirself with the arm around his leg. Hir other hand was hefting hir she-cock, which was also hardening again, and slowly shi began stroking its length. "Damn, Rhi, you do like cock, don't cha?" he observed, noting the streaks of spittle from the corners of hir chocolate-toned lips.

"Mmm... you bet, Ky," shi replied, chuckling. "I love cocks... all kinds of 'em." The soft warmth of hir velvety wet mouth once again engulfed him. He growled in pleasure as he thrust into her mouth, but she didn't swallow him this time; instead, after a few moments, she let him slip out again, and now she was kissing and - he jerked a bit - nipping with strong, even teeth at the underside of his cock, until she had worked her way down to the root. There she began caressing his balls with her tongue, then sucked them into her mouth, first one, then the other, back and forth... until suddenly she sucked them both in, her tongue curling, lapping under, lifting his sack, and he felt her nose against his shaft, her mouth warm and wet around his balls - and her tongue probing at his ass, licking and teasing.

He twitched, feeling his pre bubbling up, welling from his cock, beginning to trickle down the underside of his shaft and along hir nose. Hir tongue was probing quite insistently into his ass now, pushing past his tight pucker and hir hand wasn't on his thigh anymore; it was clutching at his ass, hir fingers pushing his cheeks apart, and hir other hand was doing the same, trapping him in the circle of hir arms while shi sucked his balls and tongue-fucked his ass, and hir stallion-hood bumped against his calves. He looked down, past hir eager face, hir mouth still bulging with his black sack.

"You planning -?" he started to ask, and shi released his sack from the warm prison of hir mouth.

"To ass-fuck you? You betcha, sugar," shi replied. Shi grinned, licking hir lips - _with the tongue that had just been sampling my ass,_the thought flashed through his mind - and began kissing hir way up his body, nuzzling his washboard abs. She paused at his navel, hir tongue probing there, tickling him while hir hands shifted from his ass to his thighs, and he felt hir arms tensing.

"Hnfff... you're no lightweight, hun," shi gritted, lifting him. The wiry muscles of hir arms stood out; not a weight-lifter's build, but strong nonetheless. "Here," shi set him back down, "try it this way," and shi hoisted hirself back up on the table, hir girl-shaft bobbing slowly above hir heavy black ballsack.

He looked at hir askance. "You don't want me bent over?" and shi shook hir head.

"Nope - ridin'," shi replied. "I figure that way you should be able to tit-fuck me at the same time, too."

Kyrell saw what shi had in mind, and in seconds he was kneeling astride hir, his cock nestling eagerly between hir chestnut globes. He began rocking slowly, a low hiss of pleasure escaping him as the softly-furred tunnel caressed his cock all around. When he pulled back a bit too far, he nearly exploded as those soft, fine strands brushed over his glans.

He started a bit when he felt hir cock nuzzling between his butt cheeks. Watamaraka was well endowed and he was accustomed to her stuffing his ass with her demonic cock-meat. Rhiannon, though, was appreciably thicker, and he forced himself to relax as hir flat-capped knob pushed insistently, demandingly - then he felt hir jolt as hir cock-head entered; she was thick, fuck shi was thick! and he bit off a gasp.

The horse-girl under him huffed, bucking hir hips up repeatedly to stuff hir meaty stallion-cock inside his bunghole, an inch at a time, and he resumed fucking the warm valley of flesh wrapped around him while hir cock pushed deeper inside him. "Hnnfff... fuck yeah..." shi panted, pausing in hir efforts, and he nodded, feeling rather full. Watamaraka frequently made him feel that way, and Rhiannon could definitely give that worthy a run for her money. Going by how his ass felt, shi must have pushed the whole thing in now, but when he turned to look, he saw that a good half-foot of equine fuckpole remained. What he was feeling at his thoroughly-stretched anus was hir medial ring, but shi was pulling out now... then thrusting in again, slowly, trying to match his rhythm.

"Fuck..." he panted as hir horse meat moved inside him, a new and unfamiliar invader. "That's... that's good," he went on, feeling the flange of hir knob pushing. And it was good; shi was different from his demonic lover, a warm, earthy presence in him and under him, and around his cock. Shi seemed quite happy not to try stuffing hir full length inside him - but shi couldn't, not if shi wanted him to tit-fuck hir at the same time, and shi wanted that, definitely; hir hands had left hir cock and his ass, and were now squeezing and lifting those glorious full breasts, smooshing them around his achingly hard cock.

"Ooo... oh yes..." shi panted, bucking faster, hir shaft sliding more easily now - it helped that horse cocks were tapered, at least when shi pulled out, but not so much on the next thrust when that same taper stretched his ass again until hir medial ring pushed against his sphincter. Shi was using that to gauge hir depth in him, and hir face, streaked with hir dried jizz, smiled up at him, enjoying his ass and his cock hugely. "Faster, sugar," shi urged him. "Fuck my tits and cum all over me!"

"When... when you do," he replied, rocking back. They'd found their rhythm; shi bucked, stuffing hir cock in, and he surged forward, driving his shaft up between hir proud mounds... then as he pulled back, shi also pulled back, hir fat horsecock squelching as it slid out, slick and glistening with hir pre-jizz, only to repeat again.

They were both nearing their crest; their timing grew a bit ragged as the imperative demands of instinct took over, driving each of them to feral rut. The girl-stallion under him, fucking his ass, was becoming more and more stallion-like, hir green eyes flaring with dangerous lust, and the deep, ass-filling strokes became shorter, quicker, harder; a rough, jarring pounding that managed to hang onto the thin edge of control. He bared his fangs; hir cock was massaging his prostate and sending blind frenzied flashes of lustful pleasure through him, and he growled, his fingers digging into the soft globes of hir tits while his cock plunged wildly, the spikes standing out around his knob.

Rhiannon snorted, then gave a neighing cry, shuddering as the black balls between the chestnut columns of hir thighs suddenly pumped, and hir shaft flexed in Kyrell's ass, hir equine knob flaring, and hir cum erupted forcefully to hose his rectum! Shi cried out again as he clutched hir breasts harshly, his claws drawing blood, and then he was cumming as well, thick creamy tiger spooge spurting from his jerking shaft. That first jet splattered hir chin and then hir hands were on his shaft, jacking him while he shot again, and hir mouth was open to catch it, hir tongue lapping at his glans as his balls pumped and he came and came and came. Taking his cum shots seemed to goad hir, and hir hips bucked again and again while hir black cum-pumper blew load after load of equine cock-snot in his backside in a scalding Niagara of semen until the thick, fleshy piston pounding into him was forcing cum out around it with each stroke.

After a timeless eternity of orgasmic pleasure, he felt his cock softening between hir breasts, and hirs was softening in his ass. Shi released his cock from the tunnel between hir tits, panting; hir chestnut coat was lightly dewed with sweat. "Fuck me... that was very good..." shi grinned as shi pulled hir messy horse shaft out of his ass, making an obscene squelching noise until hir head pulled out with a wet 'pop', and semen ran from his ass to paint hir crotch. Hir face was equally messy; not only had shi gooped hirself in their first coupling, but he'd added to it; creamy tiger spunk glazed hir lips, hir cheeks; fat, creamy drops had landed in hir hair, matting the already-tangled auburn locks; and still more had landed on hir throat, hir collarbones and made a creamy, sticky mess of hir breasts.

He laughed, not unkindly. "There should be a roll of paper towel here somewhere," he said, climbing off hir. Several minutes and most of the towel roll later, they were reasonably cleaned up, though both sported matted fur and hair here and there, and there was an unmistakable perfume of semen about them.

"After you," he offered, opening the door. Shi smiled pertly, adjusting hir FedEx cap to a jaunty angle and flirted hir tail across his stomach as shi stepped out. Kyrell followed, and as he emerged into the main room, a storm of applause swelled up.

"Encore, encore!" came the cries of his co-workers, and the pair paused, Rhiannon's ears swivelling back in surprise. Kyrell pushed past hir, the crowd parting for him and several of his co-workers grinned, pointing to the computer on one of the desks. On the monitor was a video stream; a red-and-silver-furred tiger atop an Appaloosa horse-girl, riding the equine pole rearing from hir groin while his cock spurted thick, white goo over hir face.

The best way to handle it was to brazen it out, and he looked around, grinning; the expression on his face every bit that of the cat that got the canary - or in this case, the horse. A familiar voice made him turn - Watamaraka pushed through the crowd, Carrera close behind her. "Come see me after the holidays," she said to the chestnut girl-stallion, then smiled at Kyrell, licking her lips. "And you, dear... well, I want to discuss with Miss Vipra the possibility of... expanding... your work and pay."