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Jacob groaned, grabbing the nearby pillow and holding it over his face. He tried his best to drown out the blaring of his alarm clock, to no avail. Giving in, his paw swatted out toward his side, trying to find the damned thing to shut it off. It took a few attempts, but he finally found what he was looking for, managing to bring silence to the room once more. A couple moments passed where the fox debated just going back to sleep, but as he lay there, he knew forgetting about the day wasn't an option. With a soft grunt, he hefted the pillow back to the side and shifted the blanket off himself, gradually sitting up and opening his eyes.

As he took in the early morning light, he raised a paw and lightly ran it through his messy orange headfur, blinking slowly as he tried to wake up. His grogginess wasn't bound to last, however, as his nostrils flared briefly while he sat on the edge of the bed. A quick glance behind him confirmed that his partner was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Sighing as he saw no other option, the vulpine slowly got up and made the trek out of their shared bedroom. His morning displeasure was soon replaced with happiness though as he made his way into the kitchen, seeing Lane sitting at the table, already chowing down. The stallion's laptop was open next to him, with loud slapping noises echoing out from it.

"Hey hon," Jacob uttered, walking up behind the light brown equine and wrapping his arms around him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He glanced up at the screen, noting the otter present taking a rather large, knotted shaft in his ass. The fox smirked briefly but ignored it for the moment.

"Hey yourself," replied the deep voice of Lane after gulping down the small bite in his mouth. "Up kinda late today, aren't you?" He asked, making no mention of the porn playing on the table.

"A bit, yeah. Really didn't want to get up, and more time passed than I thought. Should be fine though, don't need to leave for another 25 minutes anyway - more than enough time to shower and all that," Jacob explained.

"Just make sure you clean up well. Big day for you," Lane remarked.

"Right..." Jacob trailed off, shaking his head a bit as he moved to sit at the table. "Not sure how it's going to go. I mean, Tony's been there for...what, 30 years? I knew he'd retire at some point, but he's easily the best boss I've ever had. Can't believe he sold the place."

"Had to happen eventually, and he seemed like he was going to be happy in retirement. He sure threw a hell of a party for it last week," Lane said with a smirk.

"No kidding. Who knew he could handle that much to drink at his age..." Jacob said.

"So, you know anything about the new owner?" Lane asked.

"Zander Prince. Dragon, seems to know his stuff. Degree in software engineering, started his own company after college, sold that one a couple years ago. Seems he's bored though. He was inactive for a couple years, but clearly made enough to buy out this place. Maybe just missed working, I dunno. Couldn't find much about his personality or anything, just that he obviously knows how to run a business."

"I mean, that's good I suppose," Lane mused. "At least you know you won't go out of business soon. Businesses can fail quickly if you don't actually know how to sell the services, or if you suck at providing them."

"I think we're quite good at the tech side, if I do say so myself," Jacob remarked, rather boastful of his abilities. "The sales guys...Well, they seem to be good enough, I guess. They keep me busy, even if they're just a bunch of douches."

"Aren't they all?" Lane laughed. "Just make sure you're on your best behavior for the new boss. Who knows what he'll change around there, and you want to make sure you get on his good side."

"Yeah, I know, I know...It'll be a busy day, that's for sure. He's got a meeting for us at nine - basically right when I get to the office - to introduce himself to us all. Can't take long; there's only like nine of us there - eight without Tony I guess - but still. Kind of a waste of time if you ask me."

"You never did care much for the social side of work," Lane smirked. "It's every bit as important as the technical side. With as introverted as you are, it's amazing you're even in a relationship right now," he teased.

"Hey, I'm just as surprised as you are, let alone that it's gone on for a couple years now. If you remember, our meeting didn't exactly involve a lot of me talking though. Probably why it worked out so well."

"Oh, I remember. Speaking of which...I did make you some breakfast as well, if you want," Lane said, his lips quickly turning into a knowing smile.

"Ugh..." Jacob sighed, looking over at the clock and knowing time was ticking down. "I figured as much with this going on," he said, gesturing toward the laptop. "Is this that office porn you usually watch?"

"Yeah, one of their old videos. Shame the site shut down, so there's no new stuff coming out. They're just in the stall right now; he'll probably get fed soon. Just like you," Lane said, turning away from the screen and tapping Jacob's stomach.

"Is it like...fully ready? I figured I'd try to eat before I left - it's the whole reason I didn't shower yet, let alone get dressed, but it's gotta be quick."

"Oh yeah, it's ready. Been getting myself in the mood for a while now watching this. Just waiting for you," Lane said, laying his fork down on his empty plate and standing up.

"Alright, let's get to it," Jacob said, his voice now steadier as he was fully awake, and much more lustful as he moved out of the chair and knelt behind the horse. "You're so good to me, making me breakfast like this, you know that?"

Lane just laughed. "Didn't exactly take a lot of effort on my part - just happens naturally. Need to make sure my fox goes off to work with a full belly though."

"I appreciate it hon," Jacob said quickly, his last words before leaning in and spreading the horse's cheeks with his paw, tongue immediately sliding over the pucker between. He was immediately greeted with a blast of gas straight to the face, which he greedily inhaled before resuming his assault on the hole.

True to his word, Lane didn't make the vulpine wait long. After another quick burst of flatulence, the hole quickly widened nearly as far as Jacob could open his muzzle. The fox did just that, keeping his lips pressed firmly against the flesh as it opened to reveal his meal. A grunt was heard above as the first log quickly barreled out and onto his tongue, rather firm and slimy as it entered his maw.

Despite being an experienced toilet, Jacob couldn't prepare himself for the onslaught that Lane brought onto him. His cheeks quickly bulged out as he desperately tried to contain the solid brown waste, but his efforts were futile. The first log ended up sticking out of his lips, with Jacob bringing his paws up to hold it and keep it from falling. He frantically chewed, teeth mashing into the firm shit as he worked to soften it enough to swallow.

Not ten seconds into working the waste between his jaws, a small bit of panic struck him when the horse's hole began opening once more. He whimpered lightly, though it was heavily muffled through his mouthful, still unable to even fit the rest of the first log inside. The second came rushing out, bouncing off one of Jacob's legs, leaving a brown stain in its wake before it splatted on the floor.

"Sorry hon...really had to go, can barely hold it. You might want to chew faster..." Lane remarked as his pucker quivered, clearly struggling to hold in the rest.

Jacob redoubled his efforts, gradually taking bit by bit down his throat, using his paws to stuff the rest of the shit he was holding inside as soon as there was room. Eventually, his paws pressed themselves against his lips, preventing any of it from escaping as he chomped through his breakfast. Once he felt confident, he reached down and quickly grabbed the fallen excrement and held it up in front of his lips, barely opening enough to take another small bite and keep the waste flowing down.

"F-fuck...you better hurry up..." Lane breathed. Despite the focus clearly being on his bowels, the equine couldn't help but listen to the erotic sounds his boyfriend was making, sloppily chewing through his shit. He reached down and idly started stroking his mammoth length, pre already dribbling on the tip as he waited to desperately continue feeding.

Jacob did everything he could, mashing his tongue into the waste to break it apart, teeth quickly piercing the large chunks and trying to get them soft enough to swallow. He even started to squash what he was holding his in paws just to make it easier to get down. He only just succeeded in getting caught up, slurping the last of the waste off his paws and pressing his lips right back against the hole, still chewing while he did.

Lane, not knowing exactly how full Jacob's maw was, wasn't about to wait. As soon as he felt those lips back on his hole, he grunted and started pushing once more, waste pressing quickly against the tip of Jacob's muzzle. Luckily, once the immediate pressure was removed, the stallion was able to push more slowly, allowing the fox time to chew it up as it came out and gulp it down at roughly the same speed.

The rest of Lane's bowel movement was uneventful, but it was time consuming. No less than eight separate logs poured forth throughout the course of Jacob's breakfast, but each and every one ended up in the vulpine's stomach. It seemed his breakfast wasn't over, however, as Lane turned around promptly after pushing out the final, smaller log.

"Let me help you get that down," he said with a grin, promptly taking hold of Jacob's ear with one paw and placing his shaft against the fox's lips with the other. Completely overtaken by lust, the fox opened wide once more to let the horse inside. Lane wasted no time accepting the invitation. The broad, flared head was great for forcing the chewed-up shit down Jacob's throat, and the equine was stretching Jacob's esophagus less than a second after getting between his lips. After all, he knew the fox was more than capable of taking it.

Once he got himself inside, the horse grabbed Jacob's other ear and started roughly thrusting into the maw in front of him, eager to get off after the disgusting display. The nauseating scent combined with the warm tongue and fresh shit against his cock made the session rather quick. After barely two minutes of thrusting, the equine whinnied out and shoved himself in as far as he could go, balls resting on and overwhelming Jacob's chin. His shaft twitched, easily discernible from the outside in Jacob's throat due to the sheer size of the cock invading his airways. Each time it spasmed, a fresh shot of horse jizz went straight into the fox's gut, icing the nice mound of waste currently sitting inside.

Jacob smiled as best he could around the length, arms lightly wrapped around the horse's hips as he held him close, not wanting to miss a drop of cum if he could help it. Soon enough, that too came to an end. The cock shoved down his gullet slowly calmed down, signifying the last of his drink. Jacob prepared himself to be able to breathe again, but no such offer was given to him. He looked up at Lane quizzically, unsure what was going on. His unasked question was soon answered though, as the shaft quickly sprung to life once more. The horse was pissing straight into his stomach.

Jacob sighed as he realized Lane was making full use of him, disappointed with the situation. Not because he was being used; it was more because the horse was still holding his head all the way down, preventing him from getting to taste the acrid fluids. He looked around as he waited for the equine to finish - pissing like a racehorse was an expression for a reason, and Lane was no exception. As Jacob surveyed the kitchen, his eyes briefly caught the clock - he had to leave in under five minutes if he wanted to get to work on time! Almost immediately, he started tapping Lane's ass with his paw.

"Yeah, yeah, almost done..." the horse sighed. "I know you're not out of breath with as often as we practice it. Last time, I kept it in you like what, seven minutes, eight? You're a proper fox."

Jacob tried to scream, but all it did was send vibrations down the horse's length. He immediately realized he shouldn't do that again unless he wanted another facefuck for breakfast. Which, if he had more time, he'd be open to it, but today wasn't the day for that. He tapped harder, desperately trying to get Lane to finish up, which finally seemed to get the horse's attention.

"Geez, not in the mood for piss play today?" Lane remarked, forcing out the last bit that he could. He finally stepped back, his cock slithering back up Jacob's throat. When it at last popped out, it was still dribbling a small amount of piss onto the floor in front of him, with some obvious brown streaks along it.

"No," Jacob gasped. "Not that - I need to leave for work," he rasped, already getting onto his footpaws.

Lane's eyes shot wide open, quickly looking toward the clock to confirm the time, then back at the fox. Not only was Jacob's entire muzzle covered in waste, but his paws were too, and his right thigh had a nice coating of brown on it. The equine certainly hadn't helped matters, as the rather rough way he'd gotten off with Jacob's mouth had caused waste to splatter over his torso as well. "Fuck - let's get you in the shower fast. Just take your toothbrush to work or something and brush before your meeting."

"Yep," Jacob said simply, turning around and moving. The pair quickly took off back the hallway and into the bathroom. They jumped into the shower together, with Lane doing his best to help scrub the fox clean, at least making sure there were no visible shit stains covering his fur. Once they'd both confirmed that he was okay on that front, Jacob immediately jumped out and started drying off. His heart was beating rapidly as he mentally went through all the stuff he had to do before work.

"Close enough," he finally remarked, tossing the towel aside and snatching his toothbrush from the holder. Running back into their room, he threw on the clothes he'd luckily picked out the night before. He grabbed his backpack and put the toothbrush inside, zipping it back up and quickly sprinting out of the house. Jacob shouted a brief 'love you!' as he passed the bathroom to the horse still inside, soon fumbling with his keys to get into the car. He tossed his backpack onto the seat next to him and instantly took off.

At this point at least, Jacob could focus a bit more on the drive. He was able to go a bit above the speed limit, but traffic would be the major deciding factor for whether he got to work on time. If it took as long as his commute usually did...fuck, he'd be there around 9:10. Guess he'd better pick up the pace a bit.

Jacob's mind was racing the whole way to the office. This was not the way this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be well-dressed, on-time, and clean-smelling - fuck. As the thought hit Jacob, he immediately reached over and started rummaging through his backpack, grabbing the cologne he kept inside for emergencies and sprayed it all over himself, knowing that even too much of that was certainly a better impression than smelling like a port-a-potty. For the rest of the drive, Jacob fretted over his appearance, constantly looking over his visible fur in search of shit stains, all while knocking nuggets of waste out from between his teeth with his tongue and swallowing them down.

Somehow, the fox managed to avoid any accidents before he pulled into the office parking lot. 9:07. Well, he supposed he'd made up a few minutes from the erratic driving. Just needed to dash inside and brush his teeth quickly before the meeting. It was a long walk to the front door due to his late arrival and needing to park further away from the building than usual. Unfortunately for Jacob, his troubles were only beginning. As he walked in the front door, someone immediately spotted him.

"Jacob! Come on, we've been looking everywhere for you. Zander wants us all here before he starts!"

"Uh...I'll be there in a sec, I really need to run to the restroom first," Jacob spat out, making up the first excuse he could come up with.

"No, hold it, he wants you in here now!" the rather annoying sales wolf, Jeff, yelled out.

Jacob gulped. Well, he supposed this was happening whether he wanted it to or not. He pursed his lips, keeping them sealed tight to try to prevent any of the scent from escaping as he wandered into the room. Just needed to get through the meeting, not say anything, smile where he could, and dash to the bathroom immediately after.

As he walked through the doorway, he caught sight of the large black dragon for the first time. He thought Lane was big, but he had nothing on the muscular specimen at the head of the table. Zander had to be over eight feet tall minimum, with a clear penchant for going to the gym. His intimidating gaze looked down upon Jacob as the fox entered the room, giving him a small nod.

"Well, now that everyone's present," he remarked, pointedly keeping his gaze on Jacob, "let's get started! I presume you all know who I am - Zander Prince, and I'll be taking over from Tony. To answer one of the big questions that I'm sure is on all your minds - no, I'm not looking to come in and change everything. One thing I pride myself on is making sure my employees are happy and successful. I'll work with all of you to find things that are going well, things that aren't, and we'll try to make this as fun a workplace as possible while, you know, still trying to maintain a profit."

"I've created my own company in the past, and we were one of the best around. I started as both sales and technical, but eventually expanded both of those teams so that I could focus on running things. I look forward to both sharing my experience and learning from each one of you. I took a couple years off work after my last place was acquired, but eventually decided I wanted to get back in the game. Tony was ready to retire, and I figured buying him out was easier than trying to start up my own place, so it seemed a match made in heaven."

"Anyway - that's enough about me. I want to learn about all of you. I thought we could start by going around the table and all of you introducing yourselves. Uh...Janet, right?" The dragon gestured to the otter sitting to his right and received a nod in response. "Do you mind starting?"

"Sure," she replied, though that was the last word Jacob registered. The fox's eyes went wide as soon as he realized he was going to be forced to speak. He had plenty of time to come up with a plan, seated almost immediately on the dragon's other side, with only Jeff sitting between him and Zander. His eyes lazily followed the speaker around the room, though try as he might to think of some way to hide his breath, nothing came to mind. His tongue worked overtime, trying to scrape down anything left, but Jacob knew it still wouldn't fix the smell. A few minutes passed, and ready or not, it was his turn. Not wanting to piss the dragon off even further, he spoke.

"Hi, I'm Jacob," he said, only opening his mouth as much as necessary. He couldn't be impolite though, and looked up at the much larger male seated two to his right as he spoke. "I'm part of the delivery team, specializing in custom software, though I can do whatever our clients need. I've been here about four years, pretty much since I got out of college, where I majored in computer science."

As soon as Jacob started speaking, Zander's eyes widened for the briefest moment, then immediately went back to normal. He nodded along with the vulpine's speech, though it was the dragon's turn for his mind to be occupied by other things. He knew all about his employees anyway - no one really said anything that wasn't in the files Tony left for him. It was more just a way to get to know them on a more personal level. As Jacob finally stopped speaking, Zander briefly spoke once more.

"Thanks, Jacob, nice to meet you," he said politely. "Jeff, I think? You're last," he remarked.

Jacob let out a sigh as the dragon seemingly passed over him with no notice. His heartbeat slowed once more, finally able to relax. The rest of the meeting went without issue. Jeff finished his introduction, Zander went over a few other things, reassured the team no major changes were happening, then they were finally released to head back to work. The fox stood up and filed out of the conference room with everyone else, already grabbing his toothbrush out of his pack and stuffing it in his pocket. He put the rest of his stuff down on his chair before he turned and headed toward the bathroom, thankful that it was empty for the moment. At least one thing seemed to be going right today.

Jacob took his time, not wanting his breath to be a problem in the office. He scrubbed everywhere inside his muzzle as clean as he could, rinsing out with water time and time again to flush every bit of evidence of his toilet breakfast away. The toothbrush was beyond ruined, but he kept a pack of them at home with how often they ended up brown and unusable. He simply wrapped it in paper towels, tossed it in the trash can, and made his way back to his desk. Despite all odds, nothing catastrophic had happened yet.

He pulled out his computer and checked a few emails, making sure nothing urgent was in his inbox before he fished his phone out of his pocket. A couple quick taps later and he had his text messages open, picking out Lane's name, always near the top.

'Made it through meeting okay. No one seemed to notice. Toothbrush is ruined though lol' he sent off. Only a minute went by before his phone buzzed again, and he flicked it on to see his boyfriend's message.

'Good. Sorry again - couldn't really contain myself listening to you chew like that earlier, you little slut.' Jacob smirked softly as he read out the message - he certainly wasn't complaining about the treatment, and he always liked when Lane called him names.

'No prob hon - same plan for dinner tonight?' he fired back, and almost immediately saw the three dots telling him a reply was on its way. Soon enough, the message appeared - 'It's a date - just expect it in both ends later, and I'll be expecting your breakfast to make another appearance.' Jacob felt his pants stirring, and knew he had to cut it off before he got too riled up in the office. 'It will, no way I can take you dry. Need to work now, love you <3' he sent off, before finally slipping his phone back into his pocket and starting his day properly.