{"sf1_id":1842822,"sf2_id":"znJoQ6o1","title":"Tusks After Dusk","author":"PapaDelta","words":3936,"posted_at":"2022-04-17T06:55:34.000Z","tags":["ADHG","Age Difference","Bathroom","Boar","Boobs","Bra","Breast","Breast Fondling","Breasts","Busty","Claws","Cock","Contemporary","Cowgirl","Cum","Dick","Domination/Submission","Drama","Ejaculation","Emotional","F/M","HMOFA","Handjob","Hooves","House","Human","Kissing","Licking","Lingerie","MILF","Molesting","Multiple Breasts","NSFW","Nipples","Non-Consensual","Office","Outdoors","Panties","Plump","Second Person","Straight","Tail","Tongue","Vagina","Vanilla","Winter"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1842822-tusks-after-dusk","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJoQ6o1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e1/81/e18117c5-42d1-4187-a0be-e0011d5cf149","description":"So an office manager decides to go out for a weekly ritual of hers…  \n  \n~3,900 words  \n  \nThis is a green for /adhg/ that's been expanded and cleaned up. Please have a look at the tags before reading.","content":"\\\u003eYou point your muzzle towards the clock on the wall\n\n\\\u003eJust past five, finally time to get out of the office and make the short walk home, thank god\n\n\\\u003eIt wasn't that you disliked the job or your coworkers, it's just that you couldn't wait to finally engage in a very particular weekly ritual you recently started doing, one that gave you the kind of stress relief that made the start of the next work week not nearly as dreadful\n\n\\\u003eOkay, let's file away these papers, clean up the inbox, shut down the comp-\n\n\\\u003eThe door to your office opens, the head of one of the office drones under your command timidly peeking in\n\n\\\u003e\"Hey Mrs. Boarson, I got those reports done like you asked.\" He says\n\n\\\u003eYour yellow eyes slowly drift up from the screen over to him, a harsh look on your face\n\n\\\u003e\"It's _Ms._ Boarson to you, welp.\" You growl before giving a cold order. “Let me see them.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"S-sure Ms. Boarson.\" He walks over to your desk with the stack of papers in hand\n\n\\\u003eHe presents them to you and you snatch them away, careful to not let your overgrown claws tear the paper\n\n\\\u003e\"Okay Michael, let's see, this time you used the correct formatting, headers look good, correct color coding…Ah!\" You rap your fingers against the desk and shake your head disapprovingly. “That's not right, not right at all.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou look back up to his face that now seems a few shades paler, the unmistakable smell of fear hangs in the air\n\n\\\u003eYou put the papers on your desk and slide them forward\n\n\\\u003e\"Michael, you used the wrong font. We use Times New Roman at this company. I can tell you didn't read the formatting guide I emailed to the entire department last month. If you did then you would know this.\" You coldly lecture. “Now get these things out of my office and fix them. I also want you to double check every single page for errors before resubmitting your reports to me first thing tomorrow morning.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Tomorrow morning? Ms. Boarson that's Saturday do you really want me to-“\n\n\\\u003e“Yes!\" You cut him off. “You'll be coming in this weekend, if you're lucky I'll only make it a half day. I'll be here to make sure you turn your work in. Will any of this be a problem?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe stares at the ground with a dejected look\n\n\\\u003e\"No Ms. Boarson. It won't be a problem.\"\n\n\\\u003eStanding up you tower over the human in front of you, the fearful look on his face causing you no small amount of joy\n\n\\\u003e\"Good, because I will not tolerate further failure from you Michael. We both know how tenuous your current employment at this company is, do not make me regret letting you transfer into my department. Approving the transfer after your screw up in customer service was an act of mercy, in fact it was the fullest extent of my mercy.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou put your hands on the desk and lean forward, your pointy tusks mere inches from his face\n\n\\\u003e\"You do not want to see what I do to habitual screw ups around here Michael. _It…isn't…pretty_.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe rapidly shakes his head up and down in an affirmative\n\n\\\u003e\"Y-yes Ms. Boarson I'll get those reports fixed right away. It's gonna take me a couple hours but-“\n\n\\\u003e\"I do not care how long it takes!\" You shout. “Just get them done and have them on my desk first thing in the morning.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I will, I will, don't worry!\"\n\n\\\u003eMichael grabs the stack of reports off your desk and scurries out of the room\n\n\\\u003eSatisfied that you've properly scared him into compliance you sit back down, landing with a thud as your tired knees struggle to slow your fall\n\n\\\u003eMichael, what a cute little humie he was, not that he would ever know your affection towards him\n\n\\\u003eHe was pretty quiet, mousy, easily commanded by the sound of your voice\n\n\\\u003eUnlike some of your lazier underlings you didn't even need to poke him with your claws or tusks to give him additional motivation\n\n\\\u003eUsually, anyway\n\n\\\u003eYour gaze shifts back to the clock, a quarter past five? Time to get out of here before you run out of time to “relax\" tonight\n\n\\\u003eGathering your belongings you turn the lights in your office off and walk through the hallways towards the exit, giving polite but brief greetings to the coworkers you liked and emotionless glares to the ones you didn't\n\n\\\u003eYour hooves hit pavement and with a steady gate you stroll to your house while bathed in the dim orange glow of a dying sun\n\n\\\u003eThe air outside is cold and getting colder, not that it bothered you with the dense gray fur that covered your body\n\n\\\u003eThe cold weather also meant that every humie outside today would be wearing several layers of clothing to protect their furless little selves from the elements\n\n\\\u003eA minor complication for your activities tonight\n\n\\\u003eFinally arriving at your house you unlock the door and step inside\n\n\\\u003eThe inside is quiet, no one comes to greet you, no one lovingly calling your name, just the familiar rumble of traffic outside and the occasional police siren\n\n\\\u003eJust like every other time you've come home for the past several years\n\n\\\u003eEmpty, kind of like your life now that you think about it\n\n\\\u003eNot that you blamed your kids for leaving the house as soon as they could, you were a total mess after the divorce\n\n\\\u003eSo to try and fix your life you threw yourself into your job, quickly and ruthlessly climbing the corporate ladder until gaining your current management position\n\n\\\u003eNot that it made that empty feeling in your chest go away\n\n\\\u003eBut now is not the time to have another embarrassing alcohol fueled self-pity session, you've got to get ready for tonight!\n\n\\\u003eThrowing your briefcase onto the couch you stomp towards the bathroom, already beginning to unbutton your navy blue suit jacket and relieve some of the pressure on your bust\n\n\\\u003eNot even bothering to shut the door you begin undressing yourself in front of the mirror\n\n\\\u003eThe pearl necklace around your neck comes off first with your simple studded earrings following soon after\n\n\\\u003eYour suit jacket and dress shirt make a neat pile on the floor, your bra the only garment remaining above the waist\n\n\\\u003eIt takes longer than you expected to get your skirt off, could have sworn it wasn't so tight when you put it on this morning, or maybe you're just getting fatter\n\n\\\u003eAfter some gentle encouragement it falls down your legs and is kicked into the pile with the rest of your clothes\n\n\\\u003eReaching towards your back you unclasp your bra and throw it onto the pile along with your panties\n\n\\\u003eYou glance at the mirror taking in your naked form\n\n\\\u003eBeady yellow eyes atop a long muzzle tipped with a wet black snout\n\n\\\u003eTwo tusks jutting out from your lower jaw, their color turned deep yellow with age\n\n\\\u003eMost other sows got them whitened, you never really saw the point, not like you were supposed to be out there chasing men at your age\n\n\\\u003eYour breasts and paunchy belly are covered in a shorter fur than the rest of you, more like fuzz than hair\n\n\\\u003eTwo sizable breasts tipped with jet black nipples hung off your chest, slightly sagging as they gradually lost the fight with gravity with each passing year\n\n\\\u003eBelow each breast were two smaller ones, so that you could give milk to a full litter without a piglet going hungry\n\n\\\u003eA purpose that's long since been served\n\n\\\u003eYour body as a whole could best be described as large framed and plushy, the fat gained from your pregnancy never really going away, not that you ever tried to get rid of it\n\n\\\u003eYou turn your hips to get look at your butt and tail\n\n\\\u003eShort tail with a bushy tip and your fat fucking ass jiggling after you give it a hard slap\n\n\\\u003eJust what the humies liked, or at least you think they did, you've never bothered to get their opinion on your posterior\n\n\\\u003eBoring and uncomfortable clothes now discarded it was time to get into a much more pleasant uniform for tonight\n\n\\\u003eBlack fish net stockings are pulled up to your thighs and attached to lacy black panties, their bands compressing your flesh slightly\n\n\\\u003eClaws are painted a deep burgundy\n\n\\\u003eYour breasts are barely contained in a black bra made of thin fabric, the outline of your nipples plainly visible\n\n\\\u003eA thin line of red lipstick adorns your lips\n\n\\\u003eYou ruffle up the fur around your head to add a bestial flare to your look and snarl into the mirror\n\n\\\u003eYou appeared equal parts beastly, whorish, and refined\n\n\\\u003eThe perfect recipe for striking fear into whatever humie you were going to snatch off the streets tonight and ravage\n\n\\\u003eWell, you were going to try and ravage them\n\n\\\u003eIn the past you were content simply pulling them into a dark alley and violating their furless bodies with your tongue and fingers, maybe giving them a handy while looking them in the eye and whispering crude nothings into their ear before letting them go\n\n\\\u003eIt was the perverse thrill you craved, not like anyone was going to report your activities to the police and even if they did there's no way a respectable career woman like yourself would be suspected of such a crime\n\n\\\u003eNot to mention a large portion of the police force being composed of boars made it easy to request a favor\n\n\\\u003eBut today? There's a raging fire in your loins you haven't felt in a long time\n\n\\\u003eYou were going to get your fill tonight by being filled\n\n\\\u003eNow it's just a matter of walking over to your preferred hunting grounds and waiting for a clueless humie to get near you\n\n\\\u003eAfter putting a large coat on and buttoning it up to hide the immodest body underneath you begin the moonlit journey to the dark alley you liked to hide in\n\n\\\u003eIt's a short walk, the streets are mostly empty this hour aside from the occasional hobo, drunk, and late night jogger\n\n\\\u003eFinding your dark alleyway you slink in, put your nose to the wind, and wait\n\n\\\u003eAnd wait\n\n\\\u003eAnd wait\n\n\\\u003eYou sniff the air as a new scent comes across your nostrils\n\n\\\u003eHuman, male, young, no trace of alcohol or tobacco so he's probably not some hobo\n\n\\\u003eA perfect target\n\n\\\u003eYour ears pickup his footsteps and you get into position by the corner of the alleyway\n\n\\\u003eHe's getting closer…\n\n\\\u003eSo close…\n\n\\\u003eAnd…NOW!\n\n\\\u003eThe second he comes within range you grip him by the shoulders and throw him into the darkness behind you landing with a grunt\n\n\\\u003eWasting no time you throw off your coat and stomp towards him, the loud clops from your hooves bouncing off the walls as you advance\n\n\\\u003eIt's too dark to make out anything more than the vague outline of his body, boars aren't exactly known for their eyesight, but with your nose it's easy to tell where your prey lies\n\n\\\u003eBefore he can cry out you straddle his prone body and place a hand over his mouth, growling before whispering into his ear\n\n\\\u003e\"Listen humie, don't struggle or you're just going to make things harder for yourself. I don't want to hurt you and you want to live, so just let this happen and we'll both get what we want. Okay?\"\n\n\\\u003eYou can barely make out a muffled “okay\" coming from his mouth\n\n\\\u003e\"Good, good, now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. If you make any noise other than lustful moans and pleasured grunts I'm going to take a claw and…\"\n\n\\\u003eYou take the dull side of one of your claws and run it against his throat\n\n\\\u003eIn response you get a frenzied rush of muffled affirmatives, seems he gets the point\n\n\\\u003e\"You learn fast welp. Now just sit back and enjoy the show, not like you have a choice\"\n\n\\\u003eGrabbing his head with both hands you immediately put your mouth to his, thrusting your flat tongue past his teeth and into his mouth\n\n\\\u003eYou trace his gums with your muscly tongue making sure to coat every inch with your saliva\n\n\\\u003eWhen you push too deep you feel a suppressed gag, guess you found his limit\n\n\\\u003eSatisfied with your domination of him so far you exit the kiss, strands of saliva dripping and sagging from the corners of both your mouths\n\n\\\u003eYou continue your exploration of his body, tearing his jacket and shirt open with your claws before leaning down to coat his now bare chest with your drool\n\n\\\u003eYou move up to lap at his neck, intentionally poking the bottom of his chin with your tusks eliciting the cutest little gasps each time your sharp enamel touches his tender flesh\n\n\\\u003eBy now he was fully coated in your scent meaning if he had an anthro girlfriend she was in for one hell of a surprise when he got home today, assuming she even lets him back in the house that is\n\n\\\u003eTime to take it to the next level\n\n\\\u003eFeeling around for a zipper you quickly pull his pants down to his knees and release his cock from its confines\n\n\\\u003eDamn, it's already fully erect, guess you caught a real sicko tonight\n\n\\\u003eNo matter, this just means you don't need to waste any time getting him hard, if anything his deviancy is doing you a favor\n\n\\\u003eGripping his cock with one hand you lean forward to whisper into his ear\n\n\\\u003e\"Listen here you sick fuck, I'm going to tug your cock until you cum for me and you'll have the honors of sucking one of my teats while I do it. It's not up to you. Now suck.\"\n\n\\\u003ePushing a breast toward his face he quickly gets the idea, finding and sucking a tender nipple while your hand glides up and down his shaft with slowly increasing vigor\n\n\\\u003eYour mind is racked with sensation, the warm body beneath you, your suckled teat sending waves of pleasure to your brain, the rock hard cock in your grip, the occasional moan coming from your prey, his life completely at your mercy\n\n\\\u003eIt's enough to cause you to lose control and let loose a few lusty squeals of your own\n\n\\\u003eSoon you feel his sucking grow more intense and the subtle bucking of his hips against your thighs, he must be close\n\n\\\u003ePointing his shaft towards his belly you feel it spasm as he spills his load\n\n\\\u003eYou lean up, his mouth releasing from your tit with a pop\n\n\\\u003eNow for your favorite part\n\n\\\u003eYou scoot backwards on your knees a couple feet and lean down, lapping up his cum with your tongue\n\n\\\u003eHis breathing slows and body cools as you greedily eat up his load, just where you want him\n\n\\\u003eWhen his belly is clean of the sticky mess you pause for a brief moment as if to give him the hope that you're done\n\n\\\u003eBut you're not, they never suspect this next part, a little something to remember you by\n\n\\\u003eSlowly, quietly, you place your arms down and near his upper back before violently tilting him upward\n\n\\\u003eYour maw opens and you bite down where his neck meets his shoulders, your tusks nearly breaking the skin\n\n\\\u003eHe struggles, like they all do, but you didn't expect what he said next\n\n\\\u003e\"Gah! Ms. Boarson! Stop!\" Your prey pleads\n\n\\\u003eEyes go wide in shock, your mouth is frozen in place, an overwhelming sense of dread fills your consciousness\n\n\\\u003eYour prey…knows your name?\n\n\\\u003eThis is bad, really bad, it was one thing for a random pedestrian to go to the cops and report an unknown assailant but a victim that knows your name?\n\n\\\u003eThe cops might actually pay attention to that, they'll question witnesses, give them your description, look into your history, question your coworkers\n\n\\\u003eYou'll need a rock solid alibi to get out of this, and you'll have to request some favors fro-\n\n\\\u003eYou idiot! You just coated him with your saliva! All they have to do is compare your scent to the scent already on him\n\n\\\u003eAww fuck, you're toast\n\n\\\u003eIt takes a couple seconds to regain enough composure to cease biting his neck and push yourself backwards onto your ass, unsure of what exactly your next actions should be to try and minimize the length of your inevitable prison sentence\n\n\\\u003eYou only hear the sound of the two of you breathing heavily for a few tense moments before he breaks the silence\n\n\\\u003e\"Ms. Boarson was that payback for fucking up the reports? I'm sorry I…I did my best you have to believe me.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Michael?\" You state in disbelief. “What were you doing out so late? Why didn't you try to stop me?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"By the time I finished redoing the reports it was already nearly seven and my apartment is nearby so I just decided to walk. I could tell it was you by your voice so I didn't doing anything because, well, I kind of need my job. But also I kind of…\"\n\n\\\u003eHe trails off before finishing the sentence, raising your curiosity\n\n\\\u003e\"You kind of what?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"I kind of like you. No wait, I don't kind of like you, I REALLY like you Ms. Boarson.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou can't help but chortle at his schoolboy confession\n\n\\\u003e\"You like me?! Michael, I'm a washed up divorced old hag. There's nothing to like. Hell every time I get near you in the office I can literally smell the fear coming off of you! Same as everyone else at work, you're just as scared of me as the rest of them. You don't have to pretend to like me, you won't hurt my feelings.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe chuckles before responding\n\n\\\u003e\"No offense Ms. Boarson but my mother is a Tiger, your tusks and claws don't scare me one bit. I guess I smell that way because I'm afraid of disappointing you whenever you're around, to make myself look stupid in front of someone as beautiful as you.\"\n\n\\\u003eYour heart skips a beat\n\n\\\u003e\"Beautiful? Michael my tusks are half an inch too long to be fashionable, my eyes are too close together, my fur is a terrible pattern, and my snout isn't well shaped at all. Just ask any boar and they'll tell you that I'm a two out of ten, if that!\"\n\n\\\u003eThere's a pregnant pause before he mutters three little words that would light your heart on fire\n\n\\\u003e\"Not to me.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You…really mean it? I'm not just some ugly fat bitch to you?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"No.\" He responds confidently\n\n\\\u003eFear no longer clouding your consciousness that familiar longing between your legs returns with twice the intensity\n\n\\\u003e\"Not to cut this heart to heart short, but you wanna finish what we started?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"You have no idea, just no more biting please.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou chortle\n\n\\\u003e\"I promise I'll be gentle.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe tries to get up but you push him back down\n\n\\\u003e\"I started tonight, I'll finish it. As your manager it's only natural that I take the lead.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Whatever you say Ms. Boarson.\"\n\n\\\u003eOnce again you straddle his hips with your own, reaching down to pull your panties aside allowing his cock to enter you\n\n\\\u003eOnce hilted you grip his midsection and begin the familiar up and down, your own grool soon pooling at the base of his crotch as your lust grows more intense and his fingers play with your teats\n\n\\\u003eYour pace is fast but not rough, the fact that you had a willing lover tonight keeping your more sadistic desires at bay\n\n\\\u003eJust before it seems you're both about to orgasm he puts a hand on yours, fingers trying to dislodge your handhold\n\n\\\u003eCurious, you take the hand off his side and his fingers curl around yours, palm to palm\n\n\\\u003eWith this new linking of bodies your orgasm draws closer and with a lusty gasp your velvety tunnel grips his cock, the sensation pushing him over the edge as well\n\n\\\u003eYou aren't proud to admit it but a lusty squeal escapes your mouth as you peak, your claw tipped fingers almost crushing his hand as you shakily come down\n\n\\\u003eExhausted, both physically and emotionally, you crumple on top of Michael\n\n\\\u003eYou absentmindedly run fingers through his hair, careful to not let your nails scratch his scalp\n\n\\\u003e\"Sorry for calling you a sick fuck earlier Michael. You know I didn't mean it.\" You mumble into his ear\n\n\\\u003e\"Don't worry about it, I was called worse things when I worked in customer service.\"\n\n\\\u003eHis response elicits a sensible chuckle from you\n\n\\\u003e\"I believe it. But before I leave there's something I need to tell you.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Go ahead\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Absolutely no one, _no one_, can know about what we did tonight.\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Obviously, what we did tonight would be a gross violation of the manager/employee relationship policy, I did read the company handbook you know.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou give him a loving lick on the cheek, half because he wouldn't tell anyone and half because he read the handbook\n\n\\\u003e\"And one more thing Michael.\"\n\n\\\u003e“What's that?\"\n\n\\\u003e\"Your reports, my desk, tomorrow morning.\"\n\n\\\u003eThe next day\n\n\\\u003eYou power walk through the office with a rarely seen vigor\n\n\\\u003eCubicle after cubicle passes your vision until you finally come across the one Michael was assigned to\n\n\\\u003eYou stop in front of it and glare at him, speaking loud enough to make sure everyone in the vicinity heard your next words\n\n\\\u003e\"Michael! Meet me in my office in fifteen minutes. We need to discuss the quality of your recent work. And don't even think about being late or I'll have your head on a platter.\"\n\n\\\u003eOnly lingering long enough to watch him turn around and swallow the lump in his throat you whip around and begin the trek back to your office\n\n\\\u003eFifteen minutes later, right on the dot, he enters your office\n\n\\\u003eYou point to the chair in front of your desk\n\n\\\u003e\"Please, have a seat.\"\n\n\\\u003eHe dutifully complies and sits down, an anxious look is in his eye but unlike the last time he was in your office you don't detect the same scent of fear in the air\n\n\\\u003e\"Did you get my reports this morning Ms. Boarson? You weren't in the office so I left them on your desk.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou intentionally keep a tense silence going for a few moments before answering, your eyes glued to the papers on your desk the entire time\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes. Yes I did. I didn't get as much sleep as I normally do last night due to some…\" Your yellow eyes glance back up to him. “…late night meetings, so I decided to sleep in a little. Now about your reports.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou get up and walk beside him leaning your plushy rear against the desk\n\n\\\u003e\"I noticed a consistent formatting error on your revised work.\" You hand a paper to him. “Can you tell me what it is?\"\n\n\\\u003eHe stares at the paper taking in the bright red lipstick marks you covered it in a couple minutes ago\n\n\\\u003e“Well Ms. Boarson, it's going to take a couple hours to correct this all on my own. But I think with your help I can get it done much sooner. Maybe even get it done quick enough to go home early.\" He says, a sly look in his eye\n\n\\\u003eYou give a toothy smile and rub his back\n\n\\\u003e\"It would be my pleasure to assist you.\" You snatch the paper out of his hand and slowly bring your faces nose to nose. “But remember, as your manager it's only natural I take the lead.\"","series":{"name":"Tusks After Dusk (Series)","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1944601-tusks-after-dusk-2-a-very-corporate-christmas.json"}}