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I cruised down the street in my convertible. It was sunny and warm, but not too warm, a nice 75F with absolutely no humidity. The breeze from the moving car cut by like cool water - thin and shapeless and it made my scarlet and black fur ripple and shine in the sunlight. On the radio, some candy coated pop song played and I subconsciously bobbed my head along with it in time. It would have been a lonely drive, except I had just left one of my casual fuck buddies' houses up in the hills. The highway Southbound was a winding one along the coast and had only two lanes in direction.

My mind wandered to the mundane thoughts of what kind of food I wanted for the evening. Pizza. I could already start to taste the divine amalgamation of cheese and sauce and meat. The distinct smell of a pizza parlor filled my snout, and I looked around at all the empty tables nearby where I sat. Burgundy vinyl stools placed around each of them, with menus under glass toppers. I looked down at the menu in front of me and saw instead bar graphs and excel sheets, numbers and hastily scraped notes. The figures began to lift off the page and float around me as the vintage jukebox in the corner turned on with a loud clunk and started playing Pink Floyd's "Money".

"Blake...?"

The swirling numbers began to shift and conjoin to form a clip-art style briefcase, open and stuffed full of paperwork.

"...BLAKE!"

My assistant's voice snapped me from the visage of my dream. To the outside viewer I would have looked like someone who was on their way to being thrown out of a job, not one managing his own law firm. Laying sprawled out on the couch in my office, with one of my legs hooked in a very uncomfortable position over the back, a bottle of beer nestled between my arm and chest. Thank god I wasn't naked.

"Fran?" My head spun as the very annoyed looking mouse came into focus. She was standing there with her arms folded looking down at me over the rim of her smart, thin framed spectacles.

"Jesus Blake you look like shit" she said, moving back a step as I stood up, "and you smell like you haven't bathed in a week."

"I--"

"Have a meeting, in thirty minutes." She finished for me. It wasn't what I was going to say. She didn't care that I had slept in my office, or that I hadn't been laid in... Jesus... three months. I mean, she cared, but not at the expense of either of our careers. It was why I offered her a job.. I knew she would be able to kick my ass into gear when needed. "I'm glad you've got your prep work done but seriously, go get cleaned up, this guy is notoriously hard to crack," she chided. I peered around at the scattered beer bottles and greasy pizza box before looking down at myself to find further evidence of my dinner in the form of pepperoni remains in the large tuft of fur on my chest. Embarrassed, I began to apologize and thank Fran and as I did so she appeared at my side with a fresh change of clothes and a towel. I have a small selection of clothes here at my office for days like this one, and Fran moved so quickly as it was that my unclouded eyes could sometimes hardly keep up, let alone with such a foggy mind.

"That's what I'm here for B... to clean up your messes" she said with a wink and a shit eating grin.

Fran and I met in college, before I decided on pursuing law. I got shitfaced and she helped take care of me while I was getting sick in my dorm bathroom. It's funny that such a simple meeting would produce the best friend I would ever have, and the jokes that we got about her being a mouse and me being a fox were endless, but it was true -- I had her back and she had mine, through thick and thin. In fact, oftentimes people who had just met us both, usually clients, would think we were married; which was hilarious to both of us.

"You're the best Fran, thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you." I said and heard her reply, "I know" as I turned to leave my office and head for the gym area downstairs. Perks of being in one of those fancy high rise, multi-function buildings downtown.

The elevator was empty, and it played one of those terribly slow, wordless songs you might hear in the waiting room at your dentist's office.

*DING*

The elevator bell snapped my eyes back open as they started to droop from the soft tunes and I stepped closer to the door, not noticing that it had stopped on floor 4 and had still not yet reached the lobby. As the door slid open I began to step out into the smallish deer who was trying to board. After some profuse apologies we both stepped onto and back into the elevator, going down. The conversations were short and nothing but superficial, but he was nice enough. Finally the elevator had reached the lobby and after a quick goodbye to the, rather handsome, deer and I headed off in the direction of the gym complex. Inside there were various species, a horse, a ferret, a rhino, to name a few. Some lifting weights, and some were running on treadmills. Sad that I was in such a time crunch, I looked longingly at the sauna as I passed by and headed towards the showers. I could hear water splashing before I arrived so I knew someone was already inside. Maybe if I was lucky I'd get a little peek at that tiger who worked somewhere in the building. I had seen him working out and chatted a bit in the showers previously.

Stepping into the room I saw immediately that it was not him as a panther's head popped up behind one of the stone dividers that sectioned off the shower areas from one another. Steam lightly rolling around him we exchanged a polite nod and I selected one of the shower bays nearest him. I knew I was supposed to be quick, but I couldn't help the chance to show off...

Hastily I began to lather up, the blue colored body wash contrasting with my deep orange fur. I was a bit furrier than your average vulpine, with bushy pits, chest and a thick layer of velvety fur covering my balls. I did work out regularly, though I had taken less time in the gym on account of my major workload, I still went three times a week. I was about 5' 9" (175cm) and around 150 lbs (~68 kg) - I feel like I had a pretty nice frame, though I didn't really have 'abs', at least not ones that showed through my slightly thicker build. I noticed the panther had begun to eye me a little, eyes wandering before making eye contact with me. I locked gaze with him and as I looked into his large sepia-gold eyes, I could see plainly how pent up he was. He had the look of a hungry thing, who hadn't eaten in days and was begging for a meal. My instincts had told me though, that by the way he was looking at me up and down as if I was a meal that I wasn't just being outwardly horny; and the way he was licking his lips was just the added assurance I needed... no sweat, I had a half hour, right? I finished scrubbing and watched the soap rinse clean down and off my body. I had somewhat unusual coloring for your average fox... Both of my front legs were entirely black fur, and both my back the same deep orange-red color as the majority of the rest of my body; my tail however was also a deep black fur, sans the tip and two rings of scarlet which crowned it... I used to get teased by the family that my dad was the mailman who was a raccoon. Furthermore, the only white fur anywhere was a small patch over my left eye. Turning away from him I leaned onto the chest high wall and arched said white shrouded eye toward him.

"What're you waiting for, stud?" I asked him with a wink.

In a much, much deeper voice than I expected from his rather smaller frame he said, "You crazy? What if someone sees?"

I turned around and smoothly, without missing a beat, nodded at the three fully stalled booths in the back corner of the room. They were still fully visible, but behind a hinged frosted glass pane with a handle on each side. He turned to me and his eyes and pupils widened, which I didn't think was possible as they already seemed like they were the size of dessert plates.

"I dunno..." his ear angled toward the door before his head turned to follow.

I was incredibly horny and really wanted to have this panther taking me from behind, pulling those rough, yet somehow soft spines of his feline dick backward against my channel before plunging back in for more.. Decidedly, I shut the water off in my stall, grabbed my things and quickly moved to the first of the closed showers. The large cat looked at me as I turned the water in the booth on, his blue-black fur running channels of water in all sorts of directions. I could see into his shower stall at this angle. He was sporting a full hard-on.. and it looked thick too, though partially obscured by his forepaw.

"Put your stuff in the area for the next booth but then hop in mine."

I shut the door and began to use the stream of water to warm my fur, especially around my hind area. After a moment he knocked on the door and I urged him in, chuckling at his nervousness at a low enough volume that I hoped he had not heard. He slipped into the shower and I pulled him into the water with me, already rubbing his back and pulling our bodies together. I leaned down and kissed him passionately, like he was my long time lover I had not seen for a spell. I could feel his prick on my thigh, twitching, causing my own cock to fully enlarge. I couldn't wait, and besides, Fran was going to kill me when I showed up, inevitably late to the meeting. I broke the kiss off and turned around, leaning into the corner shelf built into the wall, spreading my hind legs out wide. I felt his forepaw snake around my thigh as he kneeled behind me, and positioned his face at the furry cleft of my glutes. "There's a playful kitty..." I teased.

He snarled at a decent decibel range and so low that I swear the shower door panel vibrated before grabbing my rump with both paws, spreading my ass even further, and diving in like he finally got that meal..

This cat could rim a hole, and I don't even know if he knew it. He certainly didn't have the hotshot attitude, but my oh my did he have the talent. Lapping at everything from my taint up... focusing on my hole, obviously, but occasionally sending a slight chill up my spine by licking up the last of my crack and diving back deeper into my soft spot. One of his paws reached around and pulled my cock backward between my own legs and I could feel him squeezing my knot in a pulsating pattern as he moaned into my hole and let my cock go, causing it to spring up and slap my belly.

Mmmph! My hole clenched down a bit on his tongue, so I took a deep breath to stay relaxed.. My head hung below my shoulders and I could see the soup can of a dick he was sporting.

"You gonna put that in me cat?" I asked him, urging him along, wondering at this point if I had let my dick sabotage my meeting or not. His tongue retracted and I felt and heard his lips release my ring with a wet sounding pop. My cock was leaking profusely as it always had when I was getting eaten out.

There was only the sound of falling water.

I turned around to see him somehow blushing, turning his blue tinted black fur to a deep black with a magenta hue to it. "I- I, uhm..." he stammered.

"What, you never fucked a fox before? Or are you a virgin?"

He looked even more embarrassed.. "No, I'm not a virgin, and no, I have never been with a fox before; but that's not it.."

I realized as he danced around the topic, his narrowed pupils darting to my dick, what the precious cat really wanted.

"Ohhhhh...! You want me to fuck you!" I said with a mischievous grin. He looked at me again with those begging eyes. "Think you can handle it?" I motioned down to my cock. It was larger than most other vulpine folks at around 8" (20cm) not including the knot... Well, at least my brothers I knew, and longer than the panther's but he looked like one and a half times my girth.

He turned around and granted me access to his rear. I crouched down and inspected him, his short black fur swirled up in a spiral toward his puffy pink hole. Oh, you can handle it. Still, I loved making my partners feel incredible, so I started to lick and suck on his donut, skewering it repeatedly with my tongue... pushing my spit into him. He remained quiet as I slipped one finger into him alongside my tongue, still lapping away just inside him while I pushed my finger toward his button.

Hearing him moan softly I pulled my finger and tongue out before pushing two fingers back into him as far as they'd reach. They slid in easily and I began to cross and uncross them with each other, his moaning gaining volume. Standing up, my fingers still hooked inside his hole, I slide my other paw over his muzzle softly and whisper in his ear, "that is pretty loud moaning there for someone who is so paranoid about getting caught", slowly pulling my fingers out of him at that point. He whimpered, as much of a whimper that his vocal range would allow. "You sure you'll be able to keep quiet if I..." I slid my cock between the tight little mounds of his ass and across his hole and then his taint all in one go. His hand shot up to hold mine onto his face tighter as a muffled moan let out, and his other paw reached back to grab my hip, holding me closer to him.

I slid backward over his perineum and hole to line up with his spongy entrance and before I could move forward to press into the warmth of his cavity, the panther backed up onto me with swiftness. Engulfing my entirety, including my knot, made me gasp slightly, and the panther looked back at me with sultry eyes. "Use my hole, kit"

I growled and begin to knot fuck him. His hole easily accommodated the additional length and girth of my knot. This cat liked big things in him, and he felt amazing on my dick. If anyone had entered the shower they knew something was up as his hole squelched and gasped for air. My pacing grew and grew until I knew that in a brief moment I would be unable to withhold my load.

"I- I need to stop, I'm going to cum" I struggled to say as I attempted to steel myself.

The panther wriggled his mouth free from my grip and growled the command, and upon it, I slammed my knot into the cat. I felt a torrent of my seed begin to flood his insides, wave after wave of thick hot cum began to give his belly a bit of a bloat.. I pulled out with a loud shlop and thick ropes continued to bathe the cat in my mess, his hole gushing the bulk of my orgasm out and down across his balls and onto the floor of the shower.

Turning toward the water I rinsed off again, and pointed it at him. "You good?" I asked.

"Incredible, thanks to you." he said, blushing

It made me feel good knowing I had made this panthers day fucking the hell out of him. "Anytime hot stuff." I winked at him, "Hope to see you around!"

I stepped out into the openness of the room, reaching for my towel. Toweling off a bit first, I went to the bay of high powered fur dryers. Took only a minute or two and boom -- fluffy, dry fur. Fran had picked out a very smart black suit with a soft pink button-down and black tie. Getting finished by tying my tie, a handsome Clydesdale entered, dripping sweat, presumably from his morning workout. I didn't recognize him and as he walked by he looked me up and down with a grin. Fuck... if only I had more time stud... maybe another day... I winked at him on my way by and noticed the panther had just stepped out of the doorway to where we had just enjoyed each other's bodies.

The elevator had a few folks in it on the ascent, as the morning rolled on the building got busier and busier of course. It could've been the photo for a workplace diversity poster. A fox, a shark, a deer, a kangaroo and a human. Each of us dressed in suits, less the kangaroo whom I thought I recognized, and who sported a (frankly, stunning) purple, floor length dress. They wore a smirk and exuded an aura of 'living their best life', clutching a padfolio in one hand and drinking coffee with the other. Gods, coffee, sounded divine.

I was the second to get off the lift, and feared the wrath of Fran, as by my calculations I had been gone for just under an hour. Hurrying in to stash my bag and dirty clothes in the hidden closet I turned around and Fran was so close she made me jump and audibly sound off. I had known Fran for 'a thousand years', and despite that I was never able to fully get accustomed to the way she moved. Swiftly, silently, and with the grace of a principal ballerina. "The contact just called and is on the way now, apparently hit some sort of traffic jam or something. There's a latte in the conference room, I'll be right there." she called as she rounded the doorway to the hall.

Sitting in the conference room with Fran for about 15 minutes, going over strategies for the meeting, trying to make sure I am prepared for any possibility. There is a knock on the door and we both turn around to see a handsome panther in a very nice suit. "Mr. Fyffe!" Fran says in her fake customer service voice and stands to walk and greet him while I lean back in my chair and grin a wide, toothy one and took a relaxing breath... I think this meeting is going to go a lot smoother than I thought it would...