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Charlotte checked her reflection in the window. She straightened her blazer and fixed her short, spiky hair. When she summoned a tired smile, her reflection grinned back at her with a maw of bat fangs.

She didn't know why she was up here.

Oh, she knew most of it. She knew how painfully, painfully close she was to a mortgage on her dream apartment. She knew the window was closing, and she knew she somehow needed just a bit more money - not even in her hands, just on paper - to seal the deal.

She knew she had asked her boss earlier today, and she knew the answer had been no.

Charlotte felt thankful her department was headed by Mz. H. Capra. The goat had taken an immediate shine to her, happily mentoring her from her first days at the company. It wasn't quite friendship, given the considerable gap between their stations - and their ages, too, to the tune of about twenty years - but there was a genuine warmth there.

Lately, though, she had been more distant. Charlotte didn't pry into her co-workers' lives, especially a superior, but word in the office was that Mz. Capra's wife was recovering from surgery or something, and it was taking a long time.

Maybe that was why their earlier conversation had gone so weirdly. Normally, Charlotte could chat quite easily to Mz. Capra, even about something as serious as salaries. But the older woman had seemed distracted, and Charlotte was desperate and frustrated, and they had been lucky to avoid an outright argument.

Later, Charlotte had received an email. It was short, uncharacteristically so. Just an invitation to meet in her boss' office after work to discuss things again.

This was odd for several reasons, especially considering Mz. Capra was normally very careful about not keeping workers past five o'clock. Was this a work discussion or not? Either way, Charlotte was here, secretly hoping there was an exciting explanation for this strange approach. She had no idea.

After glancing around - she was the only person on this floor - Charlotte took a deep breath and knocked. A familiar voice welcomed her inside.

Mz. Capra smiled at her from her office chair. But the goat seemed nervous, somehow. Her brown fur, usually immaculate, looked messy, as though she had been fidgeting with it. The same was true of her dark purple outfit. Her warm expression didn't quite reach her yellow eyes, either.

Charlotte could only blink her own dark eyes in reply. "Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yes, of course!" said Mz. Capra, too quickly. "Please, have a seat..."

As she took the chair offered to her, Charlotte tried to size up what was happening here. Mz. Capra had seemed distant lately, even irritable at points, but this was new. And how did it relate to their earlier conversation?

Hilda Capra, for her part, didn't know where to begin.

She had always liked Charlotte. Liked her energy and her optimism and her intelligence. Her fashionably short haircuts and dark eyes and big, bright smile full of fangs. Hilda had worried for some time that she liked Charlotte too much.

Her wife, Olive, laughed it off. (If anything, she agreed.) As they trundled deeper into middle age together, their relationship had only gotten stronger year on year.

It had been a rough month for them, though. Olive had it worse, no question. But Hilda, the breadwinner, had navigated the stresses of her job for years thanks to Olive providing a very specific kind of support.

Earlier, as she desparately pleaded her case, Charlotte had unthinkingly reached out and grabbed Hilda's arm. And that touch, as meaningless and brief as it had been, had been a potent reminder of what she had been missing.

Hilda wasn't a bad person. (At least, she hoped not.) After trying and failing to get the thought out of her mind, she had called her wife over lunch. Mostly to vent, really, but she had come out of that conversation with a plan - one Olive signed off on totally.

All she had to do now was actually pitch it. Somehow. Her mouth felt dry, so she licked her lips, and then immediately felt very self-conscious.

"Uh... Mz. Capra?"

There was a reflexive response to that. Actually, it was a good place to start. "How many times have I told you? You can just call me Hilda."

"Oh, uh, sure." The same answer as always: a sheepish grin. "If you insist."

"I do," said Hilda. "In this case, I do. I think it's the best way to, uh... handle this discussion."

That caught Charlotte's attention, her expression becoming more engaged.

"I wasn't kidding earlier, Charlotte. I really can't raise your official salary. A company of this size is too big to run off of favours and asking nicely; there are too many people aside from me who would need to sign off on it."

"Okay," said the younger woman slowly. "Then how come we're discussing this at... six past five pm? You wouldn't keep me after hours just to tell me 'no' a second time, right?"

She really was quite perceptive. That was one of the many things Hilda liked about her. The notion of ruining that relationship was terrifying, but... "You're right. There's maybe another way I can help."

Instantly, those cute eyes lit back up. "For real? How?"

"You said you're just barely short of the minimum for the mortgage. If you had more money in your hand, right now, you'd need less from the bank."

"Yeah! If my deposit was bigger, I'd be set!" Her enthusiasm didn't last. "Woah, woah. Are you offering me a loan? Because - well, I mean, that's very kind of you and everything! But I don't want to owe you and the bank. That's..."

Hilda raised a hand. "Not a loan. Just some help."

Healthy skepticism. "For nothing?"

Oh god. Here it was.

Trying to keep her breathing steady, Hilda started from the beginning. "Did you know that my wife, Olive, had a major dental surgery done almost a month ago?"

"Uh. I had heard something like that, yeah."

"Almost a month later," sighed Hilda, "she's still eating everything through a straw..."

"Oh. I'm really sorry to hear that."

"We were been warned about the challenges of sheep dentistry, but still, it's been very hard. Mostly on her, but... on me, too. If I'm honest."

"I'm sorry to hear that too..." Charlotte blinked again. "But I don't see where I come in. What, am I supposed to help out somehow?"

Hilda felt her face start to burn. "Y-yes..."

"How?" A simple word that demanded a simple answer.

"I... You... Th-there's something..."

"Look," said Charlotte, "the clock is kinda ticking for me. So if you're serious about this, could you just come out and-"

"P-please eat me out!"

Charlotte stared.

More words were spilling from Hilda. She couldn't stop if she tried. "Olive used to go down on me every single day, first thing when I came home - sometimes she'd even wake me up with it - and medically she can't, not until her mouth fully heals, and we've tried other stuff and even bought new toys but nothing is the same and I've always - you've always been..." Hilda hid behind her hands. "Ohhhh god forget I said anything. This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry."

Silence dragged for a few moments. Hilda was terrified about how Charlotte would react. So far, it was muted. Her expression shifted slowly.

"You're saying you will co-fund my mortgage, no strings attached, if I eat your pussy right now?"

"N-not..." Hilda tried to regain her voice, to manage even the three words 'Not right now'.

But Charlotte was already moving.

Within moments, she was out of her chair and moving around the desk. Within moments, she was kneeling, leaving nothing between her legs and the thin office carpet except her tights.

Compared to the hoops the bank made her jump through, this was nothing.

Charlotte braced herself for the bizarreness of stripping off her boss' panties, but - probably realizing the same thing - Hilda relieved her of that burden. This hadn't been the plan, but it was happening, and she wanted it. Without leaving her chair, she removed her long, formal skirt, revealing simple black underwear. After a few moments of awkward wiggling, those were discarded as well.

Just like that, Charlotte was facing her boss' pussy.

That realization stalled out any momentum she might have built up. For a moment, she just had to acknowledge the strangeness of the situation. She checked in herself, making sure she wasn't too uncomfortable. She was very surprised, of course, but that was all.

Either way, she did the same thing she always relied on when she needed a moment. She took a deep breath. Kneeling between Hilda's soft thighs, this resulted in a mouthful of scent.

Something about it struck Charlotte immediately, hitting her hindbrain and then sliding down her spine to her own crotch. She understood it before she could put it into words. It wasn't just sampling the most intimate scent of this otherwise professional, perfumed woman. It was the undeniable tinge of need. She knew that Hilda hadn't been exaggerating - she really was pent up.

Slowly, Charlotte extended her long, long tongue.

She wished she had more experience. She had given a couple of blowjobs in college, but hadn't found them particularly stimulating. She hoped some of the skills were transferable, though, since she had never gone down on another woman. Definitely never on her boss. For a mortgage.

"Don't get distracted! Just... do a good job!"

Charlotte willed her hands to move. Her fingertips settled, slowly and lightly, on the fur of Hilda's thighs... then deeper. She paused when she heard the older woman inhale, but it was a sound of anticipation, not discomfort.

Those lips parted for her fingers. Now all she had to do was lean in.

She glanced up. Hilda met her gaze with a distant, almost clouded look in her eyes. She was tightly gripping the armrests of her office chair, and her breath heaved in her chest, drawing Charlotte's eye to the curve of her breasts.

At that moment, the tip of her tongue met her flesh.

It caught them both by surprise - Charlotte had forgotten how far forward she was leaning, and Hilda jumped in her chair, letting out a little gasp of shock. But it broke the ice. Charlotte now had her tongue on her boss' crotch.

The last moment to pull back and dress themselves and promise never to discuss this again came and went. Charlotte twisted her tongue, just a little, and heard another little gasp. A second, surer motion drew out a long moan.

The decision was made. She was going to do this, and do it well.

Charlotte shuffled closer, pressing her muzzle right against Hilda's pussy. With a confidence that surprised her, she planted a wet kiss on those lips. Hilda's whole body reacted. She had to clamp her hands over her mouth to keep quiet.

Bringing her arms up underlined her feeling of vulnerability. It was an unfamiliar sensation, especially at work. She was here, in her fancy chair in her fancy office, where people relied on her to make major decisions. But she was half-naked and needy, spreading her legs for one of those people. Hilda thought of those fangs, so close to the softest part of her body, and she shivered.

She never stopped shivering. Charlotte had taken hold of her waist, claiming handfuls of soft goat curves, as she firmly attached her mouth to Hilda's pussy. She slowly slipped inside, starting her exploration with just the tip of her tongue. Hilda squirmed in place, knowing so much more was coming.

Charlotte was paying close attention to every reaction she earned. She was glad she seemed so sure of herself. In reality, her heart was pounding, and she had only taken such a firm grip on Hilda's waist to stop her hands from shaking. But it was working. She was clearly having quite an effect. All she had to do was keep it up, and focus on what she was doing.

Of course, there was a lot to take in. Charlotte had let her eyes drift shut, but every other sense was alive, and processing potentially useful information. She listened attentively to every noise Hilda made, and felt every twitch and spasm of her body. With her nose practically buried in the older woman's groin, she was also still getting a lot of her scent.

She hadn't expected her boss' pussy to taste this good.

Instinctively, she sought more. Her tongue slid further inside of Hilda's warm body, welcomed by a heavy twitch and a pathetic moan. If she was this loud with both hands on her mouth, Charlotte could only imagine the noises she'd make otherwise. She began to stroke the warm, soft fur under hands, while still pressing on with her tongue.

Hilda melted in her chair. The sensation of being serviced by her junior colleague's tongue was everything she had dared to hope it would be. Long, firm, wet, and flexible. Having a bat working her pussy felt amazing. Despite her inexperience, Charlotte was already rivaling her wife's thorough techniques. And this was just the first session! What if they really hit it off? What if Olive gave Charlotte some training? What if Hilda found herself with not one, but two women between her legs, her pretty young assistant being coached by her loving wife-

The thought made her arousal spike, hard. Hilda forced herself to take a deep breath - she needed to take her hands off her face. Her fevered fingers managed to unbutton her blouse, but her stupid businesslike bra was too difficult for her at the moment. Still, it was a start. She fondled her breasts through the thin black cups and tried to keep her moaning low and quiet.

The movement made Charlotte look up, so she noticed all this. She would have gladly offered her help, but she knew where she was needed. She had settled into a spiral pattern. Her tongue circled Hilda's walls, learning her anatomy, while constantly extending further and further. Even a bat's tongue had its limit, and Charlotte knew she was reaching hers. But judging from the noises she was hearing, her boss had no complaints.

Charlotte had a different problem. She was enjoying this a lot more than she expected, and her own crotch had started to cry out for attention. She stole another glance at Hilda's face - eyes closed, mouth open, lost in bliss - and decided to risk dividing her efforts a little bit. It wasn't like she had been forbidden from taking care of herself, too.

Keeping one hand on Hilda (sliding it a little further up her body, in fact), Charlotte reclaimed the other. She struggled with her skirt, and then her panties, but soon her fingers were slipping inside her own wet pussy. Her gentle sigh of relief was, of course, expressed directly onto Hilda's, whose constant moaning briefly pitched upwards.

Once her hand was moving on autopilot, Charlotte could redouble her efforts. She varied her technique, lapping up Hilda's juices at different spots, at different speeds, with different parts of her tongue. All the while, she paid close attention to the older woman's responses. She needed to do a good job. She needed to make her boss cum, as hard as possible. Charlotte's pussy twitched against her fingers.

Most of the feedback came as groans and shudders, but Hilda did manage one coherent word. "Deeper..."

Charlotte paused, looking up. Hilda would fondly remember this exact moment - the view of her protégé between her legs, her beautiful eyes beginning to cloud with lust of her own.

At the time, though, Hilda had only one thing on her mind. "Fuck me," she breathed. Almost a whimper. "I know how long that tongue is, and I need all of it. Please. Please, just fuck me with it."

Charlotte met her gaze, then gave a subtle nod. She had been lightly licking at Hilda's outer lips, but now she knew exactly what to do.

She began with another deep, wet kiss. Then, keeping it pressed against Hilda's velvety walls, she slowly extended her tongue. She tried to create as much friction as possible, letting her saliva intermingle with the abundant love juices dripping into her open mouth. She was thankful she was partial to the taste - otherwise it would have been overwhelming.

Soon, her full length was comfortably buried in the goat's body. Hilda whimpered, but that was all she did. Charlotte had been told to fuck her, and she did just that. At the same pace, with the same diligent attention, she withdrew part of her tongue. Then extended it again. Withdrew. Extended. Withdrew. Extended. Steadily pumping Hilda's needy snatch with her long, wet organ.

"Ffffuck..." By now, Hilda was pinching her nipples through her bra. She instinctively waved her hips, grinding herself against Charlotte's face. It felt so good to clear her head and give in to this pleasure. "Please... You're doing - ah! - d-doing so well, don't s-stop..."

Being so attentive to non-verbal feedback, Charlotte didn't need to be told. But she very, very much liked being told. Her pussy fluttered as a fresh thrill of arousal washed through her body. Thoroughly encouraged, she wiggled her tongue flexibly around Hilda's walls. The older woman stiffened, her words disappearing into another helpless moan.

Charlotte added that to her approach, punctuating her steady in-and-out motions with occasional, unpredictable movements. At this point, the blushing, panting creature before her was barely recognizable as her boss. Hilda Capra was classy, and discerning. But this needy goat didn't seem to care what Charlotte did to her, as long as it felt this good. The young bat continued her work, knowing she was close.

Pressing her face as deep as possible against Hilda's warm folds, Charlotte's nose brushed against her clit. The reaction was immediate. The low, sultry sounds above her were abruptly replaced with a high-pitched yelp.

Charlotte tried to pull back, just to ensure that hadn't been a noise of discomfort. But she couldn't. Her boss's thighs were tight around her head, and sensing her attempt to retreat, Hilda also desperately planted a hand on Charlotte's hair.

"N-no! More!" she begged. There was no other word for it. "Please...!"

Charlotte obliged.

She resumed the same motions with her tongue, but she didn't stop there. She had a new angle of attack now, and clear permission to use it.

Gently, but purposefully, Charlotte settled her thumb onto Hilda's clit.

She let out a loud moan, far past being willing or able to keep quiet. It was just too much. She couldn't hold back any more, not with Charlotte's tongue so hard at work in her pussy while her thumb delicately but deliberately stroked her clitoris. The motions were slight, but in her sensitive state, they were more than enough. Much more...

Hilda sucked in a breath. She kept her hand on Charlotte's head, the other pawing desperately at her own chest. She tried to ask for more, but the words wouldn't form. All she could do was moan needily. Luckily, that was a clear message.

Charlotte was pressed as close as physically possible. Hilda felt those fangs very carefully brushing against her folds, and moaned again. Her head lolled back. Her hands shook. Her whole body shivered, from her head to her clenching toes. And for the first time in weeks, she came.

There was no missing it - Charlotte knew instantly that she had reached her goal. The way Hilda's pussy twitched, sending yet more love juice directly into Charlotte's mouth, meant she quite literally tasted her success. She lowered the intensity a bit, trying to stretch out Hilda's orgasm and bring her down slowly from this loud peak. Aside from that, there was little to do now except kneel in place and savour the feeling of her boss cumming on her face.

As she let Hilda enjoy her climax, Charlotte discovered a pleasant feeling tingling through her own body. It felt more substantive than pride at doing a good job. A twitch from her pussy brought the answer. She had never stopped stroking herself, pleasuring her own clit the same way she serviced Hilda's. Although it wasn't as loud or pent-up, Charlotte had earned a small orgasm of her own.

The moment dragged on, but it couldn't last forever. Hilda's voice gave out, too breathless to scream, and her muscles relaxed. Just a helpless pile of satisfied goat. Her grip on Charlotte's hair loosened, and she let both arms go limp. The office became silent, save for heavy breathing and the wet sound of Charlotte breaking her kiss.

She leaned back, settling into a more casual kneeling position to enjoy the afterglow. Her mouth was completely drenched.

Instinctively, she pulled up her sleeve and went to wipe at her lips with her forearm. Before she made contact, though, she paused. She wanted to commit this sensation to memory.

When she began to rub her face into the black fur of her arm, Hilda finally stirred. It was hard to say how long she would have remained melted in her chair, panting helplessly, without prompting. "Oh, uh..."

She gestured, weakly, to her desk.

"I have tissues..."

Charlotte nodded. "Right!"

Luckily, the box was almost full. Charlotte used a few on her face. Then she glanced over to Hilda, who cleared her throat. "Oh, you can..."

She was going to say that she would take care of herself, and all Charlotte had to do was pass her a few tissues. She trailed off as the younger woman came closer.

Both of them had expected things to be awkward, even tense, once the moment of orgasm passed. Instead, Charlotte bent down and cleaned her boss' wet cunt. Her fingers moved with a careful tenderness, and despite the thorough treatment she had just received, Hilda felt her pussy stirring from the gentle attention.

She met her protégé's gaze. "It would probably be weird to kiss you, right?"

Charlotte laughed. "Less weird than eating you out, I think..."

Hilda smiled. Then she leaned forward and got a taste of herself off of Charlotte's lips.

They stayed like that for a few moments - Charlotte leaning over her half-naked boss, one hand still rubbing her exposed crotch - before they broke the kiss. The room felt warm. They were both thankful that their existing rapport had survived this encounter. If anything, they felt much closer already.

"Thanks for this." Charlotte stood up straighter, dumping the used tissues in the nearby bin. "I hope I did, uh... well."

"Of course you did. Like always."

That made Charlotte beam. Now the sight of those familiar fangs made Hilda's body flush.

She laid a hand on Charlotte's thigh, and was pleased when the younger woman didn't pull away. "I haven't forgotten my end of things. I have your bank details already, so I can arrange a transfer the moment I get home."

"And first thing tomorrow, I'll tell the bank I have more cash to work with! Perfect..."

She leaned down to plant another kiss on Hilda's lips, which was gratefully accepted. With that, she began to move towards the door.

Charlotte paused before leaving, though. "Oh, and Hilda?"

"Yes?"

"For my housewarming party," she said, "I'd love to have you and your wife over..."