{"sf1_id":1775395,"sf2_id":"Oe585yl1","title":"The Interview","author":"MJT","words":5772,"posted_at":"2021-10-17T15:57:48.000Z","tags":["Alligator","Anal","Fingering","Gay","Human","Oral","Post-Apocalyptic","Rimming"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1775395-the-interview","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe585yl1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/dd/bf/ddbf6e8d-007d-4d97-acc0-d5eeb0de99c2","description":"A new piece of smut commissioned from the brilliant Nemo0690","content":"The Interview\n\nCommission for MJT\n\nTags: Male, Gay, M/M, Human, Alligator, Anthro, Cyberpunk, Post-apocalypse, Office, Age\n\nDifference, Size Difference, Adult, Alcohol, Substance Use, Groping, Teasing, Flirtation, Virgin,\n\nFirst Time, Stripping, Musk, Sniffing, Licking, Balls, Cum, Eating Cum, Handjob, Reach Around,\n\nOral, Anal, Fingering, Rimming, Domination/Submission, Master/Pet, Reluctant, Daddy\n\nTotal Word Count: 5777\n\n--------------------------------\n\nThe world had changed; and many humans weren’t very sure it was for the better.\n\nIt had started small, much too small for anyone to notice. An asteroid had fallen to earth,\n\ncausing a small stir in the sleepy, rural community outside of which it had landed. A few locals\n\nhad gone to check things out, a few pictures and videos had spread online, and after about a\n\nweek the event was almost entirely forgotten; save for by the families of the few unlucky men\n\nwho had gotten too close to the crash site.\n\n  \n\nSomething had been in the air, carried by the asteroid down to that sleepy community. Later,  \n\nafter everything started going sideways, researchers had found tiny spores in the lung tissue of\n\nthe first few victims. Unidentifiable. Unfamiliar. Extraterrestrial.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nIt had killed the men that had approached where the asteroid had landed. They had collapsed\n\nas soon as they got within a few feet of the smoking crater. However, those men hadn’t died;\n\ntheir bodies continued moving after death, seeking out prey to bite and rip and tear. Prey to\n\nwhom they could spread the spore which had reanimated them. Prey who were reanimated in\n\nturn, becoming zombies like out of a cheap horror flick.\n\n  \n\nAnd much like those cheap horror flicks, there wasn’t any way to stop the spread.\n\nThe zombie hordes overran towns, cities, nations, adding to their own numbers exponentially as\n\nthe human population dwindled. In what would later become known as the Great Zombie War,\n\nninety-three percent of humanity was killed. Attempt after attempt to find a vaccine, a cure, a\n\nway to destroy the reanimated dead ended in failure; until at last, in one last move of\n\ndesperation, the United Nations came together with the best bioengineers they could find to\n\ncreate a race of super-soldiers who could turn the tide of battle.\n\n  \n\nStronger than a human. Larger, towering above their creators. Faster, moving with swiftness\n\nand agility through the army of undead to cut them down. And of course, immune to the spread\n\nof the zombie virus, suffering at worst a brief period of intense illness before bouncing right\n\nback. They had the intelligence of a human, with the enhanced senses and capabilities of a\n\nbeast; they were the anthros, humanity’s only hope.\n\n  \n\nAfter a months-long campaign, the Great Zombie War was won. The last of the undead were\n\ndestroyed, and humanity could rebuild. However, another threat reared its head for the\n\nremnants of the human population: the threat of being outnumbered and outgunned by their\n\nown creations, who knew well their own capabilities in comparison to their smaller, weaker\n\ncreators. Fearing marginalization, and yet unable to put up any resistance against this new\n\narmy, the humans emancipated the anthros and allowed the animal-people to rebuild in their\n\nstead.\n\n  \n\nAnd rebuild the anthros did. They thrived, while humanity—weakened and soon oppressed by\n\nthe ones they had created—became second-class citizens in their own world. While the anthros’\n\ncities rose, the humans were ushered into ghetto districts. While the anthros advanced their\n\ntechnology and culture, the humans were allowed only the meekest of scraps. While wealth and\n\nopportunity grew abundant for the new masters of the Earth, its former ones fell into poverty and\n\nobscurity.\n\nYears passed. The world changed. And humanity had no choice but to come to terms with its\n\nnew place in the civilization of the anthros.\n\n  \n\n-----\n\n  \n\nThe sounds of the office building filled the air, phones ringing and voices chattering in a chaotic\n\njumble of noise. Far more chaotic was the storm of anxiety which seethed and roiled in the mind\n\nof the young human man standing before a heavy oak door at the end of the hallway; the one\n\nwith ‘Cade McGrewl’ on the holographic nameplate beside it. He stared at it; he’d never had the\n\nopportunity to see real wood before. He swallowed hard, trying to settle his nerves. He shifted\n\nfrom foot to foot and did his best just to breathe in and then out.\n\n  \n\nThe young man could feel the eyes of the occasional passing anthro running over him; curious,\n\ninterested, concerned, aloof. The fact that he was an outsider—an interloper, an intruder in their\n\nspace—was like the electricity of a pending bolt of lightning in the air, and the young man did his\n\nbest to make himself small and unnoticeable. Unremarkable. Unexceptional.\n\nNot a difficult feat when every animal-man and animal-woman in the vicinity towered head and\n\nshoulders above him; even if he was relatively tall for a human at six feet, the young man\n\ncouldn’t hope to compare to an anthro.\n\n  \n\nHe'd introduced himself at the receptionist, ducking his head under the lion’s condescending\n\nsmirk. He’d been led down the halls of the building by a large and burly wolf, feeling the anthro\n\nmale’s presence looming over him. He’d nodded his gratitude to his guide with a shy murmur.\n\nAnd when he’d received a patronizing laugh, a flirtatious wink, and a lingering grope on the ass\n\nin return, the man had stood there and taken the molestation with little more than a shudder and\n\nwhimper; like a good human who knew his place should.\n\n  \n\nAt last, they’d reached their destination. At last, he was where he was hoping to be. At last, it\n\nwas time for the interview that would determine whether or not he’d have a job, a livelihood, a\n\nway to survive.\n\n  \n\nOne tick of the large, antique-looking clock—an analogue one, far more elaborate than the\n\ndigital displays he was used to—hanging on the wall behind him passed. Another. Another.\n\nThen, once the shock of what had happened passed, the young man shook himself and shoved\n\nhis whirling thoughts to the back of his mind. Ignoring the heat in his face and groin, the human\n\nturned at last to stare up at the massive door.\n\n  \n\nTook a deep breath.\n\nSearched around for the buzzer to announce his presence and, finding none, reached up to give\n\nthe wood a shy knock.\n\n  \n\n“Yeah, come in!” The voice which called out was deep, a rumbling bellow, and the young man\n\nalmost spooked backward like a skittish feral at the sound. But after a moment to still his\n\npattering heart and trembling hands, the human looked around for any button to push before\n\nnoticing the old-fashioned doorknob right in front of him. He turned it one way—the wrong way,\n\napparently—and then the other, and finally let himself in.\n\n  \n\nThe office of the Mefferdi and Olseni Conglomerate’s head manager was dim and filled with\n\ncigar smoke; and just as massive as the rest of the building, built for towering anthros with little\n\nregard for any smaller, weaker human. On one wall was a liquor cabinet, while the other was\n\ntaken up by windowpanes looking out over the neon-and-holographic-billboard-lit skyscrapers of\n\nthe city’s center. And ahead was the desk of Cade McGrewl, behind which hunched the\n\nman—alligator—himself.\n\n  \n\nBig. Very big. He had to swallow down a whimper at the sight of the hulking beast. Even though\n\nmost of his bulk seemed to be pudge, the young man could still see the occasional hint of\n\nrock-solid muscle flexing underneath with every movement. His eyes darted upward to a few\n\nholographic pictures in frames on the wall—a younger-looking Cade McGrewl in the uniform of a\n\nmilitary officer; that explained it—before dropping down to his shifting feet. He swallowed, and\n\ngulped, and let out a shy call to announce his presence. He was there about the clerk job.\n\n“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been reading your application, Anon.” Cade seemed to be tasting the human’s\n\nname, rolling it on his tongue and drawing out each syllable. He took a long drag of his cigar\n\nwhile looking the young man up and down. “Have to say, we don’t get many humans applying\n\nfor these types of positions.”\n\n  \n\nThe human gulped, stuttering out a reply: he’d always been fascinated by anthros, having grown\n\nup hearing stories of their feats during the Great Zombie War. And when the opportunity had\n\narisen to work with—for—them, he couldn’t help wanting to jump at it.\n\n“I see…” The gator allowed a considering hum to linger in the air for a long moment. “So you\n\nlike the idea of making yourself useful for anthros, is that it?” When the human answered with\n\nonly a strangled squeak and widened eyes, Cade had let out a rumbling guffaw at the young\n\nman’s expense. “Just pulling your leg, kid, relax. Although…” A slow, deep draw of his cigar.\n\n“Not gonna lie, you don’t exactly have a lot of qualifications. Makes sense, since you’re just a\n\nhuman and all, but still.”\n\n  \n\nThe young man bit his lip. Humans couldn’t go to college, and any work for them was scarce.\n\nHe’d had to scrounge and scrape to come up with a half-decent resume, and even then it was\n\nanemic at best. He nodded, stammering quietly that he knew he wasn’t exactly qualified, but he\n\nwas eager to work and would do anything asked of him.\n\nOne of the gator’s brows shot up. He hemmed and hawed, the chair he was sitting in creaking\n\nwith protest at every shift of his bulk. “Anything, huh…?” The deep, crooning tone in Cade’s\n\nvoice stirred the heat in the human’s face. Made his belly roil. Sent a sharp twinge into the\n\nsuddenly-tighter crotch of his pants.\n\n  \n\nHe swallowed around the knot in his throat, and nodded in affirmation. He said ‘anything’, and\n\nhe meant ‘anything’. For a moment, the thought that he was coming off as too desperate—and\n\nmay be getting in over his head—sent a nervous shudder down his spine, but the young man\n\ndid his best to ignore it; even as the sound of his own knees knocking together seemed to grow\n\nthunderous in his flushed ears.\n\n  \n\nCade just grunted. He scratched at his soft, considerable gut with one hand, and stubbed out\n\nhis cigar in the ashtray perched atop a pile of reports with the other. Then he jerked his head\n\ntoward the liquor cabinet on the wall to his left. “Glasses are in the right-hand cabinet, be a good\n\nboy and bring two over here. Scotch is on the shelf. And…” He smirked. “…ambrosia’s tucked in\n\nthe little cranny back behind the bottles.”\n\nAmbrosia.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nThe young man swallowed hard; when had he last been able to score that sweet\n\nsubstance, one of the only things his kind had to look forward to in their new lives under the\n\nanthros? He nodded, making his way over, and began to rifle through the cabinet. The human\n\ncould hear Cade leaning back in his chair with a heaved-out sigh, and the gator speaking up\n\nonce more in that deep, almost thrumming voice of his.\n\n  \n\n“Used to deal with you humans all the time, y’know?” A laugh, and then the sound of a massive\n\nmitt of a hand patting against a firm, scaly gut. “I know I don’t look it, but I was a big shot in the\n\nAnthro Corps back during the war.” The young man nodded and murmured in response.\n\n“’Course, after we finished putting the undead back in their graves and you all handed things\n\nover to us, you humans got put in your little reservations. Been a long time since I’ve had one of\n\nyou around.”\n\n  \n\nThe human didn’t speak as he turned, carried the two glasses and scotch and packet of\n\nambrosia over to the desk, and set everything out with neat and tidy care. However, he caught a\n\nbrief and almost nostalgic shift in the gator’s expression.\n\n  \n\n“Kinda miss it, y’know? Even just smelling one of you gets me really… heated up.” His\n\ndeep-green eyes—as green as his scales—stared right up into the young man’s as Cade\n\nsprinkled a bit of the ambrosia into one of the tumblers, and then poured out the scotch. The\n\ngator then pushed the ambrosia-spiked drink over to the young man with a single thick digit, and\n\ntook the fuller one—all the way to the brim, rather than only half-full—for himself.\n\nThe human stuttered out a response over the rim of his drink as he took a sip, already feeling\n\nthe warmth of both the alcohol and the ambrosia spreading through him; Mr. Cade really liked\n\nhumans, did he?\n\n  \n\n“’Course!” A laugh as the gator threw his drink back, and then slammed the emptied tumbler on\n\nthe desk. “Especially you male humans. The way you look, the way you smell…” His tongue\n\nflicked out over his lips. “The way you taste…” The rumble returned to Cade’s voice as his eyes\n\nslid up and down the young man’s body once more. His nostrils flared. He grinned, wide and\n\ntoothy. “Anthro guys are great, but ain’t nothing that can compare to human, if you want my\n\nhonest opinion. So, if you wanna be part of this here operation, I’m going to offer you a deal.”\n\nThe human nodded, shifting from foot to foot.\n\n  \n\n“You, Anon, are gonna be mine. Boyfriend, pet, whatever you wanna call it. You’re gonna give\n\nme that sweet little human ass of yours whenever I want it. Anytime, anywhere. In the office, off\n\nthe clock…” Another rumble—a throaty, chest-shaking purr that vibrated into the young man’s\n\nbones—as Cade smirked. “In return, I’ll let you work under me, doing anything we need done\n\naround here. Sweet deal, right?”\n\n  \n\nAnother shiver. Another shudder. A hot blush burning the young man’s face as the drink in his\n\ngut roiled around a tightening knot of anxiety. He’d had a feeling that something similar would be\n\nproposed; and it wasn’t like he had the right to resist any advances the anthros might make on\n\nhim. He was a human, after all, and that meant he was desirable. Desired. Whether or not he\n\nwanted or even enjoyed it.\n\n  \n\nAt least the anthro propositioning him was a guy.\n\n  \n\nHe took another long swallow of his drink to procrastinate on giving Cade an answer, letting it\n\nwash through his mind and smother his whirlwind of thoughts for at least a few moments. When\n\nhis tumbler was empty, however, he realized he couldn’t put it off anymore; and the gator’s brow\n\nwas lifting higher and higher with every second that passed, his stare growing more and more\n\nimpatient. At last the young man murmured, soft and shy, that he wasn’t sure about that deal.\n\n“Well, it’s the only one you’re getting, boy. No bee-eff, no job.” Cade shrugged, leaning back in\n\nhis chair, and settled his hands on his rotund belly. Peering at the human through narrowed,\n\npredatory eyes. Watching every shift of both the young man’s posture and expression.\n\n  \n\nThe silence grew stifling, every beat of the human’s heart pounding in his flushed ears. He\n\nlooked to the window, to the liquor cabinet, down to the emptied glass still in his hand; anywhere\n\nbut at the gator. It was only the tingling throb of the ambrosia running through his veins that kept\n\nhim from collapsing into a babbling, nervous wreck. He needed the job; it was his one chance,\n\nhis one opportunity. Otherwise he’d have to return to his dingy, run-down, one-bedroom\n\napartment in the human quarters, and try to figure out another way to pay his rent that month.\n\nTo keep food in his belly. To survive.\n\n  \n\nFinally, the young man nodded. He stammered and stuttered. He would take the gator’s deal.\n\nAlmost immediately, Cade’s face broke into a wide and toothy grin. “Good boy. Now…” He\n\nturned his chair to the side, just a little, and crooked a finger at the young man. “Why don’t you\n\ncome over to this side of the desk? Lemme get a better look at you.” Again his tongue flicked\n\nout, dragging over his lips as he rumbled. “Maybe a little taste.”\n\n  \n\nA shudder. A twinge in his belly. A nod as the human assented, calling the gator ‘Mr. McGrewl’\n\nas he moved around the desk; but as soon as the words passed the young man’s lips, Cade\n\nsnorted and shook his head.\n\n  \n\n“Nah, none of that. You’re gonna be my personal little human toy, Anon, and you’re gonna act\n\nlike it.” Without the shield of the desk between them, and much closer than before, the human\n\ncould see just how bulky and heavyset the gator was. His gut straining the buttons of his shirt.\n\nThe tightness of the slacks he was wearing. And—as his gaze dropped to the floor—how big the\n\nbulge between the slabs of the reptile’s thighs was. Cade palmed that bulge, growling and\n\npurring as he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs; an expectant upward perk of his\n\nbrow made it clear that the man was to move forward, forward, until he was standing between\n\nthose powerful limbs. “When it’s just us two, you call me ‘daddy’, boy. Understand?”\n\nAgain, the human nodded. Again, the knot in his stomach tightened. Again he stuttered out his\n\nunderstanding, and then murmured that word to the gator; to his daddy.\n\n  \n\n“Good boy.” Large, calloused hands grabbing the human’s hips. “Good boy, son.” Thick fingers\n\nrubbing and caressing his sides through the fabric of his shirt. “Second rule, if you’re gonna\n\nwork for me, you’re gonna need to look the part.” Those deep-green, burning eyes—filled with\n\nopen and shameless lust—staring right into his own; the pair were right at eye-level, even with\n\nthe gator hunched down into his seat. “I’ll take you to get your new uniform when we clock out\n\ntonight. But for now… get these clothes off.”\n\nThe human gulped, and murmured out another acquiescence, and began to unbutton his own\n\npressed white shirt; and immediately, as soon as the smooth expanse of his slim chest and belly\n\nwere exposed, Cade surged forward. The gator pressed his scaly snout to the human’s bared\n\nflesh, nuzzling and snuffling. Groaning. Letting out a long, protracted moan as something slick\n\nand thick—the anthro’s tongue—dragged over the young man’s stomach. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s\n\nthat taste I remember…”\n\n  \n\nAnother lick. Another. Another as the human shrugged his shirt off, staying still and letting the\n\ngator’s hands and oral muscle explore as they pleased. Over each of his pert nipples, swirling\n\naround the sensitive buds. Up and down his belly. Delving into his navel. And when the gator\n\ntugged on the waistband of his pants with an impatient grunt, and the man quickly undid his belt\n\nand fly to push his slacks and underwear down together, Cade pushed down to grind his broad\n\nnose into the curls of the human’s pubes.\n\n  \n\n“Oh goddamn… you smell amazing, son…”  \n\nWith a blush, and a stammer in his voice, the young man thanked Cade—his new boss, his new\n\nmaster, his new daddy—for the compliment. His own hands rubbed and kneaded the gator’s\n\nbroad shoulders, tentative with their touch. But when they only elicited a rumble of\n\napproval—and when Cade dipped down to lap at the man’s balls, the crook of his thigh, and\n\nthen along the slim shaft of the human’s pert erection—he couldn’t stop them from travelling up\n\nto stroke at the back of Cade’s neck. The broad, smooth crown of his head. Grasping as he\n\nwhined and bucked against the anthro’s face.\n\n  \n\n“Mm… see, boy? I knew you wanted it.” The young man’s clenched eyes cracked open to meet\n\nCade’s grinning gaze. One of the gator’s massive mitts engulfed the human’s cock, giving it a\n\ntender squeeze before beginning to pump, while the other unbuttoned the anthro’s shirt. Undid\n\nhis belt. Unzipped his fly, pulled it open, and fished the gator’s much longer, much thicker, much\n\nmore virile manhood out into the open. And the human watched as that yellow-scaled, built,\n\nsupple chest and ample belly were bared. As Cade exposed the darker-hued scales of his\n\ncrotch. As that smooth, gargantuan shaft was freed to pulse and dribble and fill the air with its\n\nown overtly-masculine scent. “You’re a good boy who knows a human’s place, aren’t you.”\n\nA nod; he was.\n\n  \n\n“You wanna let daddy do anything he pleases with you, don’t you.”\u0026nbsp;Another nod; he did.\n\n“Turn around and bend over, son.” With a reluctant moan, Cade pulled away from the young\n\nman’s crotch. Stroking his erection. Fondling and teasing the human’s balls. Smiling with\n\nalmost-paternal affection. “Let’s let daddy get a look at that ass of yours, huh?”\n\nWith another murmur—another shaky whine of that word, ‘daddy’—the young man obeyed. He\n\nturned around. He bent over the desk, feeling paper and wood pressing against his bared\n\nabdomen. He jerked and stiffened when his slacks were tugged down to his ankles, and then a\n\npair of large, rough, calloused hands grabbed his asscheeks. “Mm… nice and big and soft. Just\n\nthe way I like ‘em.”\n\n  \n\nAnother shaky bit of gratitude was cut off as his rump was pulled wide open, and then a scaly\n\nsnout pushed into his cleft. Grinding up and down the length of it, from the top curve of his ass\n\ndown to the humid pit right behind his ballsack. Rubbing and nuzzling right on the tender pucker\n\nof his hole as air puffed and flowed over it; Cade sniffing deep, and then letting out a humid\n\nbreath right onto the clenching ring. “You a virgin, boy?”\n\nHe was.\n\nA chuckle. A slurp. A low appreciative groan. “You won’t be for long.” And then the gator was\n\nlicking him. Swirling that wide, slick tongue around and around his rim. Pushing and prodding\n\nagainst the center of it, until—with a grunt from behind and a reedy whine from the human—it\n\nslipped into the young man’s back passage. The penetration stung just a little bit, his untouched\n\ninner walls being probed and stretched and wetted by that oral muscle, but both the drink and\n\nthe ambrosia mulled the man’s mind. Filled him with warmth. Loosened the knot in his gut, and\n\nallowed him to enjoy his very first rimjob.\n\n  \n\nIn and out. In and out. Pushing in, swirling all around, and then pulling out to lap at his relaxing\n\nentrance. And then that tongue was replaced by a thick, insistent finger sinking into his depths\n\nto feel them out. To seek—and to find—the tiny bud in his inner walls which turned the pain of\n\npenetration into a sweet-burning fire in his groin. To stretch him further for what was to come;\n\nthat digit was joined by another, and then another, and then they scissored apart within him to\n\ntest the limits of his clamping inner walls.\n\n  \n\nAnd all the while, the human bucked his hips. Moaned. Squirmed and whimpered and whined\n\nas the warmth intensified within him. The whirlwind raged in his mind, scattering his thoughts\n\nabout. He panted and gasped, and allowed the gator to do anything the anthro pleased with\n\nhim.\n\n  \n\nFinally, those fingers pulled out of his ass. Finally, there was a groan from behind as Cade stood\n\nand moved up behind the young man. Finally, something longer and thicker and pulsing with the\n\ngator’s heartbeat—his cock—slid between the man’s soft and cushy asscheeks before pressing\n\nagainst the opened pit of his hole. “You ready, boy?” There was a puff of breath right on his\n\nearlobe, and then the young man felt a kiss—tender and gentle—against his temple. “Ready for\n\ndaddy to fuck you, Anon?”\u0026nbsp;A gulp. A shiver. A moan; he wanted it.\n\n  \n\nCade pushed, and prodded, and finally popped his cockhead through the ring of the young\n\nman’s anus. The human gasped as it ground against his inner walls, and took in a hissing\n\nbreath through his teeth as the shaft began to slide into him, and let out a long groan as he felt\n\nthe pudge of Cade’s gut settle onto his back. Deeper. Deeper. Pulling back out, working him\n\nopen with firm insistence, and then being shoved in deeper. Until it was hilted inside of him, until\n\nthe gator’s pendulous ballsack pressed against his crotch, until he felt that entire length filling\n\nhis back passage. Cade murmured sweet nothings into the young man’s ear as he reached\n\naround to grasp his boy’s own flagging erection; pumping it back to hardness as he gave his boy\n\ntime to adjust.\n\n  \n\n“Shh. Relax, son. Daddy’s got you. I got you, Anon…”\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nAnd the human cooed and murmured to the anthro in return as he pressed up against that bulk\n\natop him. As he felt that tender, paternal, overtly-masculine presence engulfing him. As he\n\nbucked his hips and craned his neck to let Cade kiss along his neck and shoulder. And when\n\nthe gator began to thrust, to rock his own hips, to slam his crotch against the human’s soft\n\nbackside, he cried out loud at the pleasure which arced through him like a bolt of lightning.\n\nIn and out. In and out. Pushing in to hilt inside his boy, grinding his balls against the young\n\nman’s taint, and then pulling back out to do it all over again. Going faster and harder and\n\ndeeper, until Cade let out a loud cry of his own while erupting into his new human boytoy; and at\n\nthe same time, the stroking hand wrapped around the young man’s erection—combined with the\n\nfeeling of being rutted by a big, strong anthro man—sent him over the edge of orgasm in turn. At\n\nlast the pair collapsed into a panting, groaning, sated heap over the gator’s desk, the human\n\ncompletely engulfed by the anthro’s warmth and bulk.\n\n  \n\nCade pulled his cum-drenched hand out from under the human, bringing it to his mouth so he\n\ncould lap up the young man’s seed with a soft and hungry moan. He slurped and slavered all\n\nover his palm and digits until every single musky, salty-sweet drop had disappeared down his\n\ngullet. Then he grinned, and laughed, and pressed a kiss to his boy’s nape. “Fuck, Anon. You’ve\n\ngot the best hole I’ve ever nutted in, hands down. Tightest, too…”\n\n  \n\nThe young man swallowed down his own panting, and craned his neck to peek over his\n\nshoulder and offer his gratitude for the compliment; however, he was cut off with a sharp gasp\n\nas that softening length which had opened him up slid out of his back passage. He could feel\n\nthe sticky warmth which had been pumped into him dribbling back out, down his inner thighs\n\nand the back of his emptied ballsack. He could feel his tenderized inner walls grasping and\n\nclamping around the sudden absence within him. He could feel large, strong, gentle hands\n\nhauling him up, setting him on his feet, and turning him around to rest upon a cushy, heaving\n\nchest and belly.\n\n  \n\nTo be petted and caressed all over as he was held in a firm yet tender embrace.\n\nTo have his head tilted back so he could meet Cade’s warm and lust-filled gaze before the gator\n\ndipped down into a kiss with the human.\n\n  \n\nAs Cade’s tongue pushed into his mouth, the young man could taste both his own semen and\n\nthe faint echoes of the scotch they had both been drinking. And he could feel the roughness of\n\nthe gator’s scaly lips, and the awkwardness between their different mouth structures; but the\n\nanthro was patient as he guided the human into a more comfortable position, letting them press\n\nin together. And when at last he chanced pushing his own tongue back against the wriggling,\n\nexploring intrusion, the quiet rumble in Cade’s throat sent a flutter through the young man’s\n\nchest.\n\n  \n\nThey pulled back, gasping for breath. They stared into one another’s eyes. The human ducked\n\nhis head, shy and embarrassed, and the anthro let out a purring laugh. “You got the job, son.\n\nHope you’re ready to work… and I don’t just mean this little human ass of yours.”\n\nThe young man gulped. He clutched at the larger, stronger body against which he rested. He bit\n\nhis lip with a whimper when that saliva-slickened hand gave his asscheek a playful smack, and\n\nthen nodded while letting his burning cheek rest on the gator’s broad chest; he was ready to\n\nserve his boss. His master. His daddy.\n\n  \n\n-----\n\n  \n\nTime passed, days and weeks blending together and turning into months, as the young man\n\nsettled into his new position as Cade McGrewl’s clerk. He ran papers and reports back and\n\nforth, made copies, got coffee for the gator, and in general assisted with anything he or his\n\nemployees needed. It was good, honest work, and allowed the human to make a decent salary;\n\nfar better than what many other humans could make. So all in all, he was content.\n\n  \n\nOf course, his ‘uniform’—a skimpy thong, socks on his feet, a collar around his throat, and the\n\nsmile on his face—took a long while to get used to. He’d been embarrassed—ashamed—when\n\nCade had taken him to get outfitted for it, sitting with the human in the back of his limo as they\n\ndrove from the office, to the boutique, and at last to the young man’s flat. And the first time he’d\n\ngone around in it, getting catcalls from nearly every anthro on the floor—as well as a few gropes\n\non his ass and pert bulge—had been humiliating. But eventually he came to enjoy the stares,\n\nand even the touches; for he, and every single other employee at the conglomerate, knew well\n\nthat he was Cade’s alone.\n\n  \n\nTo smell, holding the young man in his firm grip while snuffling at his human boytoy’s chest and\n\nass and crotch.\n\n  \n\nTo taste, licking and lapping and slurping every exposed inch of skin; and when they were alone\n\nin the gator’s office, that thong was slid down his thighs to give his boss and master and daddy\n\naccess to the real prize Cade coveted.\n\n  \n\nTo fuck, to rut, bending the man over his desk and laying him down on his back to slide that\n\nvirile anthro erection to the hilt in his ass and gullet.\n\n  \n\nAnd the human smelled, and tasted, and explored every inch of his gator daddy in turn. Stroking\n\nthat pulsing shaft before licking and suckling upon it. Taking one of those cum-filled balls and\n\nthen the other into his mouth in turn, lavishing his affections on the scaly sack. Even being\n\npulled down lower, his tongue and lips on Cade’s taint and taut asshole to pleasure the gator\n\nthere as well. Anytime his daddy wanted it. Anywhere.\n\n  \n\nCade would fuck his boytoy in the office. Let himself into the human’s flat. Invite the young man\n\nto his manor, to his bed, for a long and passionate night of lovemaking. And even beyond the\n\nsex, the man was lavished with gifts by his daddy. Repairs to his flat that had been set on the\n\nbackburner for years. Enough food to keep him happy and healthy and well-fed. Any little\n\nextravagance or luxury he dared to ask for; and of course, a steady supply of ambrosia.\n\nAnd so, time passed. The pair grew closer and closer, the human’s reluctance and shame giving\n\nway to sweet and eagerly-given affection exchanged with the anthro. Cade could still be a strict\n\nmaster at times, but more and more that façade would melt away when they were alone, leaving\n\nonly the tenderness of a caretaker and boyfriend rolled into one large, scaly package. And one\n\nlate night, as they laid together in the gator’s—in their--bed while pressing their nude,\n\nsweat-soaked bodies against one another, Cade popped the question that would change their\n\nlives forever.\n\n  \n\nHis massive, rough-scaled, but so-gentle hand cupped his boy’s burning cheek, and the anthro\n\nlooked deep into the human’s eyes with a quiet rumble. “You wanna move in with me, son?” The\n\ntip of his snout brushed the young man’s nose, and his tongue flicked out against the other’s\n\nlips. “Make this thing we got… you know… official?”\n\n  \n\nThe human smiled. His own hand moved up to stroke the gator’s own—warm, flushed—cheek.\n\nSurrounded by the anthro’s presence, feeling tears of joy brimming in his eyes, the young man\n\nsaid the only thing he could in response to his big, strong, loving daddy’s proposal: ‘yes’.\n\nThey kissed, their lips locking together with well-practiced ease. Cade’s tongue surged forward\n\nlike a roiling tide to explore every nook and cranny of his human’s mouth, and the young man\n\nsurrendered to the anthro’s passion with a moan of bliss. The gator shifted atop him, rolling\n\nthem over so that the smaller, weaker man was on his back while the larger, stronger one was\n\nlooming over him, and then the human felt his legs being lifted and spread.\n\nFelt the prodding, the pushing, the familiar sensation of his daddy’s fat cocktip kissing the\n\nclamping ring of his entrance.\n\n  \n\nFelt another surge overtaking him, this time of the anthro’s monolithic cock sliding into his hole.  \n\nSlow, and yet easy. Like a key fitting into a lock. His back passage welcomed the girthy shaft\n\ninto its depths, and the sensation of being stretched, being filled, being loved by the massive\n\nmale drew another keen of sweet pleasure from his throat; a keen that was muffled by another\n\nhungry kiss from the purring, rumbling gator.\n\n  \n\nCade fucked him. Rutted him. Pounded the human’s tight ass, the sound of scales smacking\n\nagainst flesh joining the chorus of their voices in a symphony of lovemaking. In and out. Harder\n\nand faster and deeper. The steady rhythm echoed in every pump and stroke and squeeze of the\n\nanthro’s hand around the human’s own throbbing erection. When at last they orgasmed, it was\n\ntogether; Cade pumped his load deep into his boy, while the young man blew his all over\n\nhimself. His chest. His stomach. His daddy’s hand, to be slurped up by the gator with a low,\n\nappreciative, love-and-lust-filled croon.\n\n  \n\nThen, while the pair were engulfed in the warm blanket of their respective afterglows, the gator\n\nwrapped the human up in his arms. The young man tucked his face into the broad, firm expanse\n\nof the anthro’s chest, and Cade ran his broad fingers through his boy’s hair while pressing\n\ntender kisses to the human’s temple. And at last, curled up together—smelling and tasting and\n\nfeeling the other—the two of them drifted off into a deep and restful slumber. Daddy and son.\n\nGenerous master and beloved boytoy. An anthro and his human lover.\n\nThe world had changed; and for that pair, at least, it was for the better"}