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>"Gah! Fuck..."

>You withdraw your hand from the top of the fryer as a few droplets of hot grease splash on your forearm.

>Fucking midnight cleaning and prep shifts.

>They were always spent scraping the grill, draining that disgusting fucking fryer, and putting up with...

"Ha!"

>...Tracy.

"Aww, leme see... You want me to file workplace incident report?"

>She teased sarcastically, appearing beside you as you held your forearm.

>Tracy was the night time supervisor, a rat about a foot shorter than you were, but easily just as heavy.

>Just then, you felt her press up against you as she reached out and upwards to pull your wrist down to her level.

>The soft, pink pawpads on her palms and fingers brushed against your skin in a way very incongruous to the abrasive impression she gave off.

>It almost seemed like she was getting just as lost in the feeling of her hands against your forearms, and she inadvertently leaned inwards enough to brush your hand against the side of her breast.

>Through the thin polyester fabric there was no mistaking it.

>No bra.

>She wore the same MacDòmhnall's uniform as you did, and even seemed to be dressed in the male cut of the uniforms polo style top.

>Through it you could tell that her chest was small, but not flat.

>It did a good job at hiding the curves above her hips well, but the way she was built from the waistline down told you everything about you needed to know.

>Practically a case study for the term "bottom-heavy," her hips and thighs stretched the seams of her work pants considerably.

>You could tell that she was wearing pants that had originally been much too long for her, and hemmed at the ankle to compensate, but they still threatened to burst when she was forced to bend over.

>"I don't think you could manage to do your paperwork if your life depended on it, let alone mine."

>You yanked your arm back, looking away and trying to hide the blush you could feel rising on your cheeks.

>It's not like you hadn't caught yourself staring at her during these ass-crack-of-dawn working hours more than once.

"Heh, nope."

>She chuckled to herself before turning and stepping back over to the coffee pots she was washing.

>It was a shame she was such a bitch.

>Doubly so because she felt like the only manager you had who was a real person.

>The rest of them were corporate shmucks who'd thank you for a job well done one day, and cut your hours the next with the same fake grin.

>"Fuck it. I'm gonna go cool this off in the sink and take my fifteen."

"Sounds good. Don't get lost."

>She said with her almost ever-present wry smile.

>You rolled your eyes as you pulled off your plastic gloves and walked around the corner over to the sanitization sink.

>The tap squeaked a little as you turned on the cold water, and soon the cool, soothing feeling was running down your exposed forearms.

>It's not like you really needed to do something about the tiny burn, but any excuse to take a few extra minutes to relax from that sweltering kitchen was a good one.

>Less than 60 seconds had gone by however, when you got the sense someone had just stepped into your personal space, and turned sharply to see that Tracy had easily snuck up on you once again.

"You know, that really doesn't look like much of a burn at all, Anon."

>She said coyly.

>"Yea? And? You gonna write me up for an extra 30 seconds on a break?"

>You responded casually, knowing she barely did enough book-keeping to say she did any at all.

"No, just concerned, is all."

>She still had a very flippant air about her, leaving little doubt to how concerned she really was.

"Can't have my best employee injuring themselves on the job."

>That line took you by surprise.

>You couldn't recall her her ever directly complimenting you before.

>Not without appending "for a dweeb" or something at the end...

>That wasn't what really startled you though.

>She stepped around behind you as she spoke, and you could feel her place her hand on the small of your back.

>Sliding it along opposite to the direction she was walking, she soon had you by the hip with one hand, and reached back out to the forearm you were rinsing with the other.

>There was nothing subtle about the way she caressed your skin now though, and you heard a satisfied exhale through her nose as her thumb began to trace circles along the soft skin on the inside of your arm.

>"Tracy-!"

"S-Shut up."

>She said, suddenly breathless.

"They put me on this fucking shift... every week."

>Her hand on your hip pulled you in, pressing your pelvis into the side of her waist as she got even closer.

"They said the smell of the kitchen would overwhelm the scent of an unclaimed human..."

>She was almost panting now, eyes boring into where her thumb still stroked up and down your forearm.

>"Tracy- I-"

>Suddenly Tracy got between you and the sink, pushing you back against the white tile wall at your back as her pink tail waved back and forth behind her.

"I said shut up. I can smell it on you. You think I didn't pick up that scent of desire on your sweat when you pulled away?"

>Her hand that previously caressed your lower arm was now clamped around your wrist, holding it to the side as she stood on her tiptoes to bury her nose in the base of your neck for a deep whiff.

"Fuuuuuccckk..."

>She breathed past your ear in a hoarse whisper.

>You tried to push her off out of instinct, but her other hand intercepted yours before you could reach her shoulder.

>Her massive hips moved forwards as she did so, seamlessly taking up the duty of pinning your legs to the wall.

>She was pressed entirely against you now, and you could no longer do anything to hide the erection in your pants that was rapidly reaching full mast.

"You think I didn't notice all those looks either? We have plenty of cameras you know. You can be very bold when you know I'm not looking..."

>She giggled.

>Being shorter than yourself, the beltline of her pants sat about 6-7 inches lower down than yours did.

>The perfect height for the tip of your cock to nestle right into the crevice between her pussy mound and legs when she brought her thighs together, assuming it was being pointed down one of your pant legs.

>That second bit wasn't a guess.

>Intense heat radiated from Tracy's loins, threatening to burn a hole in the taught fabric that stubbornly separated her from you.

"Now... Are you gonna fight it... or not..?"

>She almost slurred, eyes fixed hungrily on yours as she practically humped your pinned legs.

>"I- Ah- Tracy..."

>You managed to eek out before she interrupted you.

"Goooodd... Good boy..."

>Her grip on your wrists loosened, and she started to slide her hands sensually down your arms, and along the sides of your torso.

>Coming to rest on your hips again, one of them gracefully traced around your waistband to effortlessly undo your fly.

>You pressed your palms up against the cold ceramic at your back as Tracy gave your pants a quick tug, freeing your manhood to spring forth enthusiastically.

>Tracy gasped as cock was exposed to the open air in front of her, and you looked down to see her eyes practically shimmer as they took in her prize.

>She only took a moment to admire it though, and swiftly had her nose buried in the side of your sack, drinking in the scent of it as her tongue slid out to caress your balls.

>Her hands were back on your hips now, and she was putting more and more of her weight on them as her legs seemed to grow weaker with every passing breath.

>You slid down the wall over the course of a minute or so, pulling down the various notices and reminders that were taped there.

>Soon you were sat upright, back against the wall, as Tracy sank to her hands and knees to keep her face nuzzled into the base of your crotch.

>Her ass swayed tantalizingly in front of you, sending lazy waves of back and forth motion up through her tail.

>The way she teased you was almost too much to bare as well.

>Sending gentle licks up the underside of your shaft, she never seemed to pull her nose too far away from your base.

>She seemed more intent on huffing your sweat for a while longer before giving you what you wanted.

>Even though it was facing away from you, your supervisor seemed to be begging you to cop a feel with her perfectly shaped posterior.

>The temptation was too great, and you couldn't prevent your hand from reaching out and wrapping fingers around one of the heavenly curves in front of you.

>That seemed to be what she was waiting for, however, and she moaned into the pants crumpled just below your nethers.

"Goooooddd boooyyy..."

>She mumbled, sounding almost drunk now.

"Mmmmmhhhhh... That's enough, I think... Now... Listen to your supervisor and shift down for me. All the way... Down to the floor..."

>She lifted herself up slightly from where she straddled your ankles, allowing you to slide down the wall along the floor towards her.

>A light press on your shoulders assisted you in making your way closer to her, laying your head on the cold tile below.

"Comfortable?"

>She asked, seeing you slide a piece of cardboard under your head as a slight cushion from the hard ceramic.

"Good."

>She said in a sultry tone as she stood up over top of you.

>She did a quick 180 in two steps, and before you knew what was happening, the ceiling lamps were obscured as a wide shadow crossed your face.

>Tracy's ass descended on you in an instant, and you were smothered in the hot damp fabric containing her enormous rear.

>It was everything you could have hoped for, staring at its divine roundness for months.

>You had never really had a thing for rats, or even anthros for that matter, but the smell of Tracy's sex was immediately intoxicating.

>A hot, fuzzy feeling filled your brain, and spread down your chest into your limbs.

>The last of your inhibitions were shattered, and you brought both hands up, desperately clutching at her plush thighs and cheeks as you pressed your face upwards.

>Your tongue ground against at the heavy fabric covering the underside of her pussy like a man desperate for water, and she seemed to lift off of you for a moment in surprise.

"Oh! Oh my... You are eager..."

>It was only for that first moment however, and she pressed it down again, wiggling it back and forth gently with the rest of her sentence.

>A few minutes passed, as she sat there breathing heavily and riding your face.

>Her pants were soaked through by now, giving you ample chance to taste just how much she was enjoying herself.

>Then, at the end of a particularly satisfied sigh, you felt her wordlessly bend over forwards, pressing even more of her slit closer to your face.

>That was just a bonus however, as you felt that same soft, warm tongue from before starting to lap at the head of your dick.

>You moaned into her crotch, but you barely had room to breathe, let along make much noise.

>There was no warning however, when she went from gently licking at your tip, to hilting the entirety of your ~8" shaft in a single swift motion.

>Your moan went from a low groaning to a muffled cry of over-stimulation as stars danced in front of your obscured vision.

>She was relentless.

>From the moment she put your cock in her mouth, she was on the attack.

>Her tongue caressing your tip back and forth against her soft palette, lips pursed around your shaft, she seemed to be trying to suck the soul out of you like she was on the clock.

>The buildup was all too much, and you didn't last very long under her enthusiastic attention after all that teasing.

>"Mm m-mhp mmmm!"

>You tried to warn her, but it only made her redouble her efforts.

>She bobbed her head up and down in long, forceful motions as she felt you begin to twitch in her mouth.

>Then, at just the right moment, she pressed her face all the way down into your hilt, swallowing the entirety of your length as you came right down her throat.

>She stayed there, snout glued to your pelvis as your hips bucked up and down automatically.

>Almost every drop of seed was shot right down her esophagus.

>She opened her maw wide, and pulled her head back, your engorged tip making a quiet, lewd popping sound as it unblocked her throat.

"Uwagh..."

>She smacked her lips, swallowing what was left of the semen and excess saliva in her mouth before she lifted her ass off of your face and looked down at you underneath.

"Did'ja enjoy that, nerd?"

>Her brash, abrasive attitude was back, but it was suddenly somehow a lot more endearing.

>You nodded weakly.

"Good. 'Cause your 15 minutes are up, but I've still got half my lunch left, so get back to work."

>She cackled, dropping her butt back onto your grool soaked face.

>But hey, if that was what she meant by 'back to work' you figured the night shift had just become a lot more enjoyable...