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All's Fair in Love and Business

By Danath

_Characters © Leonisoul _

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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"Do you think Blake likes my hair?"

"Oh my gawd, Terrence is soooo cute tonight, right?"

"Hey, do you have an extra edible..."

The babble of voices surrounded me in the restroom of the club as I leaned over the counter reapplying my makeup, surrounded on both sides by a tall tigress and a short porcupine doing the same. I grinned and then pursed my lips in the mirror, checking to make sure my fangs were clean after. As a wolverine, I took pride in my sharp little teeth, after all.

A white-furred persian cat about my height leaned in against me and ran a paw through my hair.

"Oh my gawd, I loooove your hair tonight!" Tabitha said, grinning at my reflection in the mirror. "What did Armstrong say about it?"

"He liked it, but he said blue was his favorite. Hmph."

I put on a little pout, watching myself in the mirror. I thought I could look pretty cute doing that and I'd practiced enough in the camera of my phone for hundreds of selfies, after all.

"Like, does he not appreciate the effort?" I complained.

"For real!"

Tabitha wore a slinky cocktail dress, black with some faint sparklies sewn in a T-shaped pattern on the front and back. It hung low on her chest as she draped an arm over me and grinned with an altogether more devious intent. I knew what she was gonna say and I grinned right back.

"So he's gonna ask? Tonight?"

"Oh yeah. It's for sure. A total lock," I replied. "I heard there's a limousine parked around the block from Becca."

"Oh my god oh my god!" Tabitha said, grabbing my hands and jumping with excitement. I joined in, and when the rest of the girls in the restroom learned why we were so excited, the whole place went nuts.

And why shouldn't I be feeling good? I was graduating without ever really bothering to go to school - thanks, daddy's endowment fund - and my boyfriend was gonna take over the family business so I wouldn't have to bother. I was getting a pretty good following on social and some companies were interested in hiring me for some endorsements, and plus, my tits looked fantastic tonight.

I turned back to the mirror and grinned again, triple-checking my dark black fur around my neck and shoulders. My shirt ended a bit up my stomach, revealing the patch of beige across my belly and the small of my back, as well as the strap of my lacy underwear, which lined up with the border between tan and black. Perfect. Armstrong wouldn't regret tonight, I'd make sure of it. Everything was going according to plan.

And things did go to plan. The night at the club was amazing and Armstrong and I danced all night long. We went outside, got in a limo, and he proposed to me in front of the restaurant where we went on our first date. We got food to go, then went to a big party that lasted late. Just like if I'd planned it myself.

I woke up in bed alone. It was a house that belonged to one of Armstrong's friends and I didn't bother learning their names since I never really hung out with them. Unfamiliar with the layout, I quickly dressed and went looking for my betrothed. That was so much fun to say! Betrothed... Armstrong was gonna make my life so easy, even easier than now. Especially if I didn't have to keep making excuses about why I skipped class so much. What a pain!

"...take everything and then dump her? Dude, you're heartless. I love it!"

I stopped and listened, both of my small, pointed ears perking up. I recognized the voice as one of the guys Armstrong was always hanging out with, but couldn't put a face to it.

"She's hot for now, sure, but she's dumb and would lose it all anyways. I'm doing her a favor, really."

That voice I recognized and my heart sank. That was Armstrong. Why would he say something like that? Who was he talking about?

"Still, though, you're that sure she'll sign the papers?"

"Heather doesn't have two brain cells to rub together, so yeah, I think she'll sign it."

I leaned against the hallway wall and gasped, then covered my muzzle with my fingers. Armstrong!

"And then, besides not having any brain cells, she won't have two cents, either!"

"So what're you gonna do with the money?"

"Eh, sell the company, maybe start a crypto farm. So what about you? Any big plans after graduation?"

I sunk down against the wall. Just like that? He was going to throw me away so easily? But that meant... my plans...

I grabbed my purse out of the bedroom and ran out of the backdoor, got a cab back to the college, and buried myself in my bed in my dorm room. Unable to stop the tears, I tried to rationalize what he'd said somehow.

Dumb? Sure, I didn't go to classes, but that's because they were boring, not because I wasn't smart or something. What a mean thing to say, Armstrong!

Hot for now? What did that mean? I was gonna lose my looks? Why, 'cuz I'm so dumb? Huh?

Ugh!

And take over the family business... well, yeah, I wanted him to do that, but only so I didn't have to! He's not supposed to take it over and throw me out when he's done! But I didn't know the first thing about how the company worked. Whenever they tried to get me to learn, I'd go off to the mall or hang out with friends or something. So what? The company is boring! That doesn't mean Armstrong ought to steal it from me. And what the heck was a crypto? He was going to be a farmer?

I sat bolt upright, seized with a sudden realization. Armstrong... didn't love me? The waterworks continued as I vented my disbelief. I was sure I had him wrapped around my finger.

Tabitha came by later and consoled me some, but I stayed holed up in my room for the rest of the day and night. I didn't answer my phone and ignored all of Armstrong's calls. Instead, I moped, and ended up hanging with my elbows out of my window holding what was supposed to have been Armstrong's proposal gift in my fingers. It was a cigar, a big one in a metal canister with a screw-on lid. I didn't know anything about cigars, but the cougar who sold it to me seemed nice and she promised that if I gave it to the right person, they'd be very happy with it. What was her name? It was a weird store at the mall I hadn't seen before. Maisel? Maria? Eh, whatever it was, the cigar was expensive, though with daddy's credit card, it didn't really matter. As if Armstrong was the right person now.

Well, in that case, I wasn't going to let it go to waste. I impulsively twisted off the cap and slid the cigar out of the tube into my other paw. The smell hit me immediately as I looked closer at the dried, dark leaf wrapper. It was pungent, but mellow with a hint of spiciness. Back in my dorm room, I found a long-neck lighter I used for candles and then returned to the window. I looked at the cigar, then at the lighter, and tried to remember how it was supposed to go. I'd never smoked a cigar, of course, but I'd seen Arnie light one up with his buddies when they went off on their weekend trips.

What did they always do first? Oh yeah - smell it. I brought the tip closer to my narrow nostrils and sniffed. The smell was certainly stronger up close. Like I'd seen Armstrong and his friends do, I pulled it across my snout, inhaling deeply.

"Ooh!"

My eyes shot open as I felt a tingle run down my spine, like static electricity, but inside instead of out. My tail bushed out and I looked down at the cigar as the multitude of scents mixed around, strong enough I could taste it in the back of my throat. My mouth watered.

"Wow..."

What was next... after they all smelled their cigars for a while, they'd bite a bit off of the ends. I turned the large cigar over in my paws. One end was tapered to a closed point and the other was open, revealing the layers of rolled leaf inside. That made sense - no hole, no smoke.

I brought the tip to my muzzle and pulled back my lips, now bare and the same black as my fur after removing the makeup, so that I could use my sharp front teeth to nip the cigar. Having a strong wolverine bite certainly came in handy at times. The wrapper feathered apart on my tongue as I bit through and I quickly spat it out and blew air across my lips. The taste wasn't quite what I was expecting. It was strong, almost but not quite bitter, much different than the smell.

My lips tingled as I repositioned the cigar in my fingers and the lighter in my other hand. Carefully pressing my lips around the tip this time, I formed a light seal and then clicked the lighter. The flame appeared at the end of the stem and I could feel a heat grow through the tube as I sucked inwards.

I felt a blast of heat suddenly and my eyes watered. Coughing, a cloud of smoke shot out of my muzzle as I pulled the cigar away. I leaned over, gasping and coughing again, as my throat burned. I hung my paw with the cigar out the window as the tip went from bright to dark red.

Ouch! Why didn't Armstrong ever cough like that with a cigar? Though come to think of it, I recalled hearing them say one time that it wasn't good to inhale. So just... hold it in my muzzle, maybe?

I took a drink from a bottle of water before trying again.

Careful... careful... I slowly drew on the tip this time, not as hard as I did the first time. I felt the heat on the insides of my cheeks and stopped, pulled away, then blew a stream of rich tobacco smoke out of the window.

Well, that was better. My muzzle tingled, and the warm sensation spread up my face and head, then down my neck and into my chest. I could feel my tail twitch and swish as I leaned on my elbows at the window and took another slow draw, then exhaled.

I could get used to this.

The rich aroma melted my senses as I half-closed my eyes, staring dreamily out over the campus from my dorm room window. My muzzle watered even more as the tingly smoke burned my tongue, searing the flavor and muskiness into every savory draw. Before I'd realized it, the stogie was burned halfway down.

Well, that was alright. I could always buy more.

I smiled and relaxed for the first time since overhearing Armstrong after the party. Sure, my plans were ruined, but... well, they weren't really plans, were they? More like, I just stood back and let everyone else do things so I wouldn't have to. I took another draw and the corners of my muzzle curled. I didn't have two brain cells, huh? A new plan formed in my thoughts as I flushed with the warmth of the cigar smoke filling my muzzle again.

By the time I finished the large cigar and put the last half-inch or so out by dropping it in the plastic water bottle, I knew what I was gonna do. I felt a strange confidence. Maybe it was because it was the first time one of my plans was going to rely on me instead of someone else.

Baring my sharp white teeth in a ferocious grin, I texted Armstrong a quick message, then jumped in the shower. I was just finishing blow drying my fur when I heard him knocking at the door.

"Hey, babe! Are you okay? You weren't replying to my texts! I even called!"

I put on my best smile and grinned up at Armstrong. The weasel's dark brown head and pale green eyes widened as he stared down at the towel hanging off my chest. He was taller than me by a foot and well-built by going to the gym most every day.

"Sorry about that, honey, but I was just thinking we never got a chance to celebrate the proposal... you know... together..."

I grinned, then put on a pout and looked up at him as I released the towel. His muzzle had the right reaction, though his nostrils twitched.

"Were you smoking in here?"

"Shush now, we're gonna celebrate... just the two of us..."

A couple of hours later, I left Armstrong flat on his back, passed out and exhausted from the romp. Strangely, I felt lighter and more alert than ever. And after a satisfying time like the one I just had, an intense desire for another cigar swept across me. Closing the door to my dorm room, I tugged the hoodie of his sweater over my ears and headed for the mall.

And then I was back in front of my dorm room, key in paw, holding a black paper shopping bag in my other paw. I blinked. Wasn't I going to the mall? No, I'd just been. I was back from the mall. I shook my head. It was a little blurry, like my thoughts wouldn't come into focus. Hadn't I seen... who was it again... Annabelle? Wasn't she a Dalmatian? No, a panda? I couldn't remember, though I had to have gone, considering the bag in my paws.

I unlocked the door on autopilot, stepped inside, and set my purchase down on the desk in the corner. Armstrong was still sleeping, stretched out naked on top of the covers. His firm chest rose and fell slowly as he quietly snored. The late afternoon sun beamed through the window, warming the room as I inspected the box I pulled from the bag.

Had I really bought this? An entire box of cigars? I tried to remember. The shop was in the mall, that I knew for sure... near the food court. Or was it over by the outlet shoe store? No, it was right off the front entrance, where the candle shop used to be.

Well, it didn't matter. I had some stogies, so I was satisfied.

I blinked, then opened the box and smirked at the identical cigars lined up neatly inside. The box was dark red wood and had a few extra pieces of wood inside that were thin like matchsticks but very wide. I ignored them, unsure what purpose they served, and took one of the cigars out instead. Using my candle-neck lighter, I started it burning after nipping off the tip, this time avoiding getting it stuck to my tongue. Within a few moments, I was leaning halfway out the window, contentedly puffing on the stogie as my boyfriend's hoodie pulled around my plump bosoms.

So far, so good, I thought. He doesn't know that I know. Yet.

The corners of my muzzle turned up as a sensuous, dazzling warmth teased down my limbs, making me shiver and gasp. I slid a hand over my stomach as the warmth concentrated in my loins, then shuddered again as I slid my palm lower, between my thighs. Biting my lower lip, I closed my eyes and exhaled through my nostrils as I felt my heat rising and building. It was just as well I was getting so horny and worked up... Armstrong wouldn't say no, and it would make it all the easier to make the plan work...

"Ugh, I need to buy some new clothes," I said, sighing as I felt my breasts squeeze together inside of my tight t-shirt. It was definitely too small, and stretched across my melons especially where my nipples were poking out.

Tabitha looked up from her burger and grinned. "Why? I think you look good."

"I dunno... I kind of feel like nobody will take me seriously dressed this way."

"Since when do you care about being taken seriously?"

I grinned and took a sip of soda from my cup. We were at the food court at the mall. Tabitha wore even tighter, more revealing clothes than me, along with an oversized pair of sunglasses. The persian's flowing white fur was long enough to hide what her clothes didn't, fortunately for her. With my shorter coat, I didn't quite have that same luxury.

"Anyways, Heather, you wanna go anywhere else?"

"Oh, yeah... one more place... the cigar shop... you'll have to try one later, and I'll tell you all about my plan for Armstrong..."

"Ooh, count me in!"

A few more weeks passed. I moved out of the dorms and into an apartment with Armstrong. We set a date, and every spare moment I had I spent with him in bed. I couldn't get enough. It wasn't exactly part of the plan, but I was finding the feeling of a good romp followed by a choice cigar more and more attractive as time passed. I'd even taken to smoking in bed right after the deed.

"Do you really have to do that in here?" Armstrong asked, grunting as I wrapped my thighs around his head and silenced his question by using my free paw to shove his head back down.

"Shush and get back to work... mmmhhh... I'm busy thinking..."

A few more weeks passed. I grinned as I stood at the door with Armstrong. The weasel's head lined up nicely with mine as we pressed together for a kiss before he left for his job at the company. He was starting as an executive, of course, and reported directly to daddy. My heavy breasts smooshed flat against his narrow chest and I pushed him forcefully back into the wall, grinning as he moaned into my muzzle. It was getting easier to make Armstrong do what I wanted. He was becoming very well-trained, if I thought so myself. Again, not part of the plan, but useful.

The weasel's fingers stroked over my chest, sliding across the patch of beige fur running down my cleavage. I squirmed forward and reached down, groping at his balls. He was already hard and gasping as I kept him pinned to the wall for a few more minutes.

"Nnfff," he gasped, once I leaned my head back. "I wish you wouldn't smoke right before you do that, you know."

I squeezed his balls harder until he moaned and sagged into my chest, burying his muzzle in my cleavage.

"Have a good day at work, dear," I said, before giving his ears a sharp nip.

His hips thrust against me when I did that and he moaned when I pulled away, leaving him a fully erect, flustered mess.

"By the way, I'll be home late today. Going to the gym with Anthony."

"Oh? Your friend? Why not bring him over for dinner?"

I grinned as I returned to my still-burning cigar and dropped into the chaise lounge in front of the window. Opening my book on business back up, I started reading between slow drags on the cigar, occasionally wiggling my tail as I savored the taste of my fiance and the taste of the tobacco in equal measure. Very soon... very soon, I'd have a new plan, and it was going to work for sure...

The black jacket around my shoulders clung to the outer swells of my chest, while the blouse below, with the top five buttons undone, barely managed to wrap halfway around each huge orb. Using my cleavage as a weapon? That was business 101. In the dark room, standing in front of the projector lamp, it was like a spotlight showing the path to heaven. My jacket was buttoned in the front, over my belly, and a short, straight black skirt hung down my thighs.

"And so you see, gentlemen and ladies, we can increase productivity by twelve percent while still maintaining our supply lines at no additional cost!"

I finished my presentation on a triumphant note and grinned, flashing my pearly whites at Armstrong, who'd stared at me, shocked, since I first crashed the board meeting.

"That's an impressive idea, Ms. Heavensent, but do you really think the board is just going to hand over the company to you?" one of the board members asked.

"And besides, we were under the impression your future husband was supposed to take charge," said another.

I turned and smiled down at my future husband. Since he was half a foot shorter than me, I liked to remind him of it.

"Oh, Armstrong? No, that was just a misunderstanding, I'm afraid," I said, casually waving my paw. "Not sure how that rumor spread. I've spoken to my father and he's satisfied with the decision, anyways."

Armstrong's eyes bulged and his lips twitched. I grinned and cocked my head his way.

"Right, dear? This is for the best, don't you think? Making sure the company stays in the family no matter what is important after all."

I put a little edge into my voice and the weasel's small ears flinched backwards, then he nodded vigorously despite his obvious disappointment.

Good. Let him be disappointed. He'd be satisfied soon anyways.

"In that case, I suppose the board has no complaints, Ms. Heavensent. Congratulations!"

Later, back at the apartment, Armstrong stormed through the door while I strolled through in the process of lighting up a large, dark cigar. I couldn't remember buying it, but I remembered someone telling me only to smoke it once I'd gotten what I wanted at work. Or something. It was hard to remember, like a dream that fades upon waking.

The short weasel growled and threw his coat on the floor. It was baggy and much too big for him, but he insisted on wearing it. I'd have to give him some allowance money to get some better duds. I'd already replaced most of my wardrobe with more appropriate business wear, but considering his new job as my personal secretary, I was hoping he'd go for something that showed off his cute little tush a little more.

Smoke rose from my nostrils and the ridges of my muzzle as he approached me with an angry look on his face, then stopped in front of my huge chest and stared up at me with no small amount of petulance.

"You stole my job!" he said, pointing a finger at my chest.

"Stole your job? Sweetie, I think you're mistaken," I said, narrowing my eyes as smoke curled out of the corners of my muzzle. I tensed up a little, making my biceps bulge and my thick thighs show off the cords of power under my dark fur. My brow furrowed as I looked confused. "I mean, it's my company, isn't it? And you're my fiancee, right? How could I steal anything from you?"

The skinny weasel tried to keep eye contact, but kept looking down at my impressive chest. I undid the button of the jacket, and his pupils went up and down as he followed the bouncing that followed as they came to a rest in just my straining blouse.

"Well... it was... you were..."

My claw tip slid between the swell of my right breast and my shirt, moving slowly towards the next closed button.

"Oh? Was it that I was not in possession of two brain cells? Something like that?"

I blew a stream of smoke dense enough to make the weasel's throat close up. Armstrong's tongue twisted in knots as he coughed.

"Or that you were going to toss me aside the moment you had control of the company?"

The weasel's coughing fit continued, and I didn't help by blowing a few heavy clouds of smoke his way when I strolled past into the living room. He followed, recovering, and put his hands on his hips to try and look threatening.

"I was supposed to get control of the company! That was the plan!"

I smirked and looked at him over my shoulder, then blew another stream of dark smoke his way.

"Looks like my plan was better, sweetie. Now stop whining, or I'll get upset."

"Look here, you can't talk to me like that! I'm the one in charge of this relationship, and I'm the one that's going to be CEO of the company, and that's the way it's gonna be!"

I laughed. I had to. Armstrong was just so cute, the way he stamped his tiny feet and flung his paws around. Still, I didn't much care for his tone of voice, either. He should know better than to speak like that to me. I wasn't just his future wife, after all. I was his boss, too, from now on.

The weasel shrunk back against the wall as I leaned over, smirking at him. I licked my purple lips and exhaled, blowing smoke directly into his face. His eyes watered and he looked away, blushing. My pendulous tits came to a rest long after I stopped moving, and his eyes wiggled back and forth watching as they swung in front of his incredulous muzzle.

"That's what I thought."

Still, maybe it was important to really teach him a lesson and make him understand that things were going according to my plan now, not his. He was a little on the slow side, after all. Didn't have two brain cells to rub together. Heh.

I grabbed the back of his neck and gripped hard, holding his head steady. Pushing my muzzle down, I shoved my tongue inside, easily filling his small mouth as he squirmed in my grasp. His paws pressed forward, dimpling my blouse. I could feel him and hear him shuffling against the wall as I pressed my tongue deeper, into the back of his throat, until his paws went to my shoulders and grasped them.

"Mmfff! Mff mffff!"

Ignoring whatever the hot little weasel was trying to say, I pushed deeper, into his actual throat until I could feel him swallowing. My chest flattened around his narrow shoulders, pinning him down, and then I swung my hips forward.

There was whomp and a rush of air when the front of my skirt bounced off Armstrong's sleek, narrow belly. The wriggling weasel stiffened when he felt the girth of the immense bulge completely filling my tight panties before he twisted even harder in my grasp.

"Mmfffff! Mff mfff mfffff mfffff!"

Without removing my tongue from my fiance's throat, I worked him around, forcing his head to tip back and his belly to go flat to the wall. My breasts squeezed in from below as I worked his muzzle thoroughly, until saliva drizzled down his chin. The cigar still burned in my paw as I ground my hips forward, pumping my bulge against his rump right through my skirt. I could feel myself getting hard and harder as he wiggled around. I'd been waiting for the right moment to teach the naughty weasel a lesson, though, and this seemed like the right time.

His wet muzzle fell forward between his outstretched arms when I finally broke the deep kiss and dragged my tongue free.

"Nnnggghhhh... wait... you don't... have a... a..."

I growled and wrapped one of my paws around his hips, holding them steady as I ground forward, sliding my nearly fully aroused shaft under his tail until he gasped and jerked away.

"What's that, Armstrong? You don't remember?" I said, smirking as I took another draw on the cigar. "Funny... seems like you were always a big fan of it, even though I'm way bigger than you."

"N-no!"

"Y-yes!" I said, mockingly, as I shifted my grip after clenching the cigar between my teeth. His body pushed back into me, wanton and supple and firm, just the way I liked my boytoys. Despite his protests, he couldn't stop his tail lifting as I dragged my skirt down over my plump, full backside and muscular thighs. I growled deep in my chest as I felt his warm, furry cheeks clench around my length.

"Oh, yeah, look at you, Armstrong," I gloated as he shoved back against me with another needy whine. "You can't help yourself, can you? My big cock is so much larger than yours, after all."

His ears flattened and his thighs pressed together, hiding his stubby pink shaft from view. I grinned as I reached down and wrapped my big paw around it, completely smothering his dick in my fingers, while at the same time I shoved my hips forward, grinding in under his tail. He whined again and wiggled in his attempts to push back at me.

"Yeah, I'm bigger than your arm, right? Maybe we should measure again sometime, you little shrimp," I growled, nipping at his folded ears. I kept a paw on his pathetically hard dick with one paw and shoved my cigar back between my lips with the other. "Mmmfff... what would the guys say if they knew your wife was packing bigger hog than you, huh?"

"N-no... it's not... possible..."

"Oh, it is, it is," I said, growling again as I blew smoke around his head. The cigar was good. Heavy, rich, densely packed, with an aroma that made my whole body tingle with power and pleasure. I smirked down at the pathetic, skinny weasel pinned between my tits and the wall, then squeezed his cock until he cried out with need. Thick cigar smoke filled the air as I rubbed myself against him, enjoying the way he pushed back with cute little moans and cries of needy pleasure. I was really getting hard as his tail flattened across my muscular abs and curled over my chest, so I grabbed the base of it in my fingers and pulled.

"Ahhhnnngghh!"

What a cute noise, I thought, so I tugged again, and flicked my ears as his eager moans and whines reached them. Heh... this little fucktoy thought he could dethrone me at my own company? Me? Really? In your dreams, Armstrong.

The weasel's head popped up as I nudged my tip under his tail, both paws gripping tight around his hips. His chest slammed into the wall as I thrust forward, filling him, taking him, claiming him fully as inch after inch of my big, fat wolverine shaft throbbed inside.

"Ooooooh... ohhhhhh, yessssss, Heather!"

"That's better, sweetie... looks like you just needed a little attitude adjustment... heh heh heh..."

I grabbed the weasel by his skinny little shoulders and shoved down as my hips thrust upwards. He sank into my cleavage until my heavy breasts completely surrounded him from the shoulders up, muffling his gasping cries once more and pinning his arms to his sides. He bent his elbows and wrapped his arms around the undersides of my huge tits, but it was like trying to hold up a pair of watermelons with tiny little twigs. I squeezed his thigh with one paw, lifting and pushing with that one, as the other slid down his belly so I could feel myself inside the cute little male. He was nice and tight as I forced his hips down to the base and held him there, squirming in my breasts, as I flooded his belly with seed.

"Ooooh, yes!" I gasped as he howled from within my cleavage. "This is why I said yes when you asked to marry me! Fuck!"

The cherry on my cigar glowed bright enough to cast shadows as I drew in deep and slow, filling my muzzle with the intoxicating smoke. Fuck, but this felt good. The cute little weasel's rump clenched down around my base as I dug my claws into his shoulders, holding him in place. My heavy, dark-furred balls emptied quickly, but my cock stayed fully erect. How could it not, inside such a nice and tight little plaything? Mmf... I really loved fucking my soon-to-be-husband's tight ass...

Stomach sloshing, Armstrong had both arms wrapped underneath my breasts to hold himself in place as I kept bucking and thrusting, hardly slowing even though I just blew a huge load inside of him. His gasping, rasping yowls of pleasure were music to my ears as I bounced him harder and faster yet, eyes closing as he squirmed against and around me. Going to work every day with your beloved was going to be a real pleasure...

"Are you sure about this?" Tabitha asked. The persian's chest swayed side to side, almost three-fourths the size of mine. A leather bikini top wrapped around her heavy teardrops, somewhat containing them, while a simple leather bikini strapped around her hips matched it below. I grinned as I eyed her thick, long white fur, her graceful and elegant curves, and the plump bulge distending the bikini bottom with the clear outline of a lovely thick cock and balls.

"Oh, I'm very sure," I said. "It's all Armstrong can talk about since I brought it up. Think of it as a morale building exercise. Besides, it's not like you had any trouble handling my husband's friend... what was his name again?"

Tabitha shrugged. "I don't remember. He moved in with me last week, can you believe it?"

The Persian grinned, then nodded, and I double-checked my own outfit. Leather corset with stretchy lacing down both sides? Check. Choker covering my neck and shoulders, leaving a window for boobs in the middle? Check. Garter shorts, belts, and thigh-high stockings? Check, check, and check. Knee-high leather high heel boots? You better believe it.

I smirked as I opened the door to the conference room. My morale officer, Tabitha, stood behind me as a procession of twinky, drooling employees shuffled in, each one trying to decide which one of us to stare at the most. My enormous chest swayed as I stared down the bridge of my muzzle at them, easily two feet taller than the biggest among them. My loyal employees deserved a reward after working so hard and earning me some record profits this year, and I wasn't so stingy as to not give back anything at all... and with the acquisition plans being recently approved by the board, I was going to have all sorts of new employees to take care of soon as well... oh my...

Armstrong approached, a look of lust and need written all over his small muzzle. I could barely fit my fat cock down his muzzle anymore, but the small weasel was surprisingly stretchy. He would do for a warm up before I turned my attention to the rest of the crew. Tabitha was already bending several of the marketing team over the conference table as more lined up or worshiped her heavy, swaying breasts and fat, awesomely full nuts. I felt paws stroke down my sides and back, feeling up my thighs and calves, as Armstrong's fingers worked my thick maleness out of my tight shorts. I grinned down at the weasel and the glinting wedding ring on his finger - it matched the heavy gold cockring around the base of my enormous shaft as it flopped out across his muzzle.

As a plethora of muzzles pressed into my jugs, I took a draw off of the cigar proffered by another loyal employee, then blew the smoke overhead as the warmth of an eager weasel muzzle surrounded my aching tip. Tabitha, nearby, moaned and groaned as she thrust into the thick rump of a tasty little male from accounting. His glasses fell off onto the table as she pounded away, fur flying in all directions. For some reason, almost all of the employees at the company were skinny up top with thick, juicy rumps that practically begged for a good pounding. Lucky me.

Another successful employee meeting, I thought, as muzzles surrounded both of my plump nipples. I flexed my arms and shoulders, and the mass of squirming boytoys clutching at my powerful body squealed with pleasure. I could feel heads fighting for space down around my balls as I couldn't help but pump my hips forward, burying my erection deep into my husband's throat. My chest swelled as I sucked on the cigar, drawing deep, enjoying the warm pleasure and tingling that followed. I blinked as I watched one of the newest hires, a muscular red wolf, drag his tongue across the side of my swollen breasts. Well, not muscular, really. He wasn't much bigger than Armstrong.

I wondered how I remembered he wasn't all that big. Strange. Even stranger, my corset was feeling extra tight all of the sudden, and the stretchy webbing was pulling extremely taut, cutting into my heavy, swollen melons as they bounced around between so many paws and muzzles.

"Mmmmhhhh... oh, Armstrong... I'll be going shopping tomorrow," I said, humming as I felt him swallowing my entire thickness right to the sheath. "You want to come with? Good. We'll pick you up something cute, too."

The lithe, skinny red wolf sagged into my chest as my plump breasts bounced, more swollen and full and firmer than ever as the small male pushed in close. It took a handful of them to keep me happy anymore, not that Armstrong minded sharing his marital duties. I grinned as I felt my heavy nuts contract, then a gush of lust and pleasure as I came down Armstrong's throat, flooding the weasel with seed and the room with both cigar smoke and the additional scent of my dense, sticky, thick white jizz.

I pulled both on the thick, wide cigar between my lips and my husband's flicking ears as I filled his belly and stretched his throat, forcing his jaw to spread until every inch of my thick dick disappeared between his messy lips. Between his thighs, I could feel his much smaller cock twitching against my thigh. I grinned and blew a stream of smoke into Armstrong's face, then licked my lips and started to hump again. Waves of seed gushed from his muzzle and drenched his chest and potbelly.

"Mmmmffff... oh, yes," I groaned, exhaling slowly. "Nobody sucks cock like you, dear. Too bad you don't have two brain cells to rub together..."

The end