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"Good morning, good morning, almost Christmas innit?" the security guard asked the otter as he checked her ID and waved her into the enormous skyscraper. It was close to a dystopian megabuilding but wasn't quite there yet; the bottom floor was overflowing with lights, glitter, and several Christmas trees, all welcoming the employees to their daily grind.

"Sure is, sure is," the otter replied, mimicking the guard's mannerisms while rubbing her heels on the welcome mat. No matter how hard she tried, she'd never get used to walking in snow with them. But they were part of her unofficial uniform, and as such, not optional. And she liked what they did to her rump. She flashed a smile at the security guard. "You have a good day now."

She liked his friendly approach to life, the sensible familiarity with which he greeted all the regulars, but today - as every_morning - her attention was fixated on something else. Some_one else that made everything else seem rote, mechanical, and unimportant. And he was here again, his striking brown and black fur standing out in stark contrast against the beige interior of the elevator.

They'd only ever met each other on the elevator, heading to and from work. Every day, at seven in the morning, just like it was today, they both got in. She, an otter in her 30s, got off on floor seventy-five, and he, a German shepherd who looked a little - but not much - younger, continued upwards to another office on another floor. Then, at the end of the day, when she got in the elevator to take it back to ground level, he was there again. They'd trade good mornings and good evenings and even wish each other happy weekends and merry holidays, but beyond that, they knew absolutely nothing about each other.

She had no idea what his job was, at least. Maybe he'd figured out she worked as a technical writer. Either way, the rather handsome dog had become a part of the routine after weeks and weeks of meeting him. And there was something more, too. The otter was well aware of how crazy it sounded, but it felt like they were bonding, somehow. The shared glances asking for relief from the everyday grind, the little winks and subtle smiles that grew from the initial businesslike coldness.

Neither really knew the other. But they knew what they imagined each other to be. The otter had noticed the ring on the dog's finger - a sleek band of what she thought might be titanium - and vice versa. She fiddled with her modest diamond-studded wedding band. They imagined each other as successful, well off, popular, and even lusty. But with only perhaps half a minute to a minute of time together each day, they couldn't confirm any of each other's suspicions. Instead, they simply looked; errant glances towards each other's most sensual features. The dog's hefty bulge, his sheath outlining his virility even in his office slacks. The otter's breasts, enhancing her naturally sleek and curvy mustelid form. Errant thoughts of what might lie underneath their professional attire, and of how they might sound if caressed just right. But they didn't know anything.

That made it more exciting, in a way. For the otter, the German shepherd became the ideal male, the epitome of masculine prowess, beauty, and virility if only in her imagination, and with that strange kind of familiarity - very much mutual, as it seemed - other desires had begun to grow within them both. In other words, they desperately wanted each other. But neither dared to express it right away. Perhaps they never would, instead choosing to keep their thoughts in the realm of fantasy. After all, mentioning it had a risk of ruining their little friendship, somehow. And they'd never have time to do anything, anyway. In the mornings, they had to rush to work. In the evenings, they were hurrying home to their families.

Well, they never would've said anything if it wasn't for a power outage one of those mornings. They were in the elevator, as usual, looking at each other - her blue eyes fixed to his deep brown ones - a few days before Christmas, when it came to a sudden, jarring stop. The lights went out, only for the backup lights to bathe the elevator in a deep red glow. The speakers crackled to life almost immediately.

"Right. We seem to 'avin' a bit 'uva power outage," a tired voice called out. "Don't panic. We'll 'ave it fixed in a minute or two once the generators kick in. Take it easy."

He went quiet. In the basement of the building, engineers rushed to get the emergency generators running. Maintenance had been slacking at their job, however; this was the first time in about fifty years that there was a true blackout in this area. And from the little window in the elevator, the otter and shepherd could see the city itself. It was beautiful, eerie even. Usually, the elevator was so brightly lit that the city was barely visible at all when it was still dark, like it was this morning.

Still, beyond a brief glance at the dark city beneath them, with only a few generator-powered Christmas decorations still lit and casting their warm light over the snow far below them - with more snow coming down in little flurries - the two were staring at each other. It felt like a moment cast in pure meaning, a clear intention from whatever benevolent power perhaps watched over the universe, with the two getting the few minutes they'd always dreamt of on that cold day. Suddenly, all those fantasies they'd mutually tried to repress came flooding back. Then, in a moment - misguided, perhaps, given that she had a husband waiting for her at home - that'd change their relationship entirely, the otter tugged up her pencil skirt just a little, with a suggestive glance towards the dog.

He was down on his knees in an instant with a hungry look of pure lust in his eyes. The otter's webbed hands clutched his head to herself tightly, squeezing the two of them together as he pulled the otter's lace panties to the side and thrust his snout against her warm, soft folds. She was already wet, and they'd both dreamt of this moment of indulgence for so long that there was no reason to hold back. He opened his mouth wide, engulfing as much of her hot, damp sex as he could, as if trying to devour her whole, and at the same time, lapped over those plush lips with a primal, sensual thirst.

She sated that thirst, readily. She grew from wet to drenched in just a few licks, whimpering and moaning as she thrust against the dog's face, almost riding his face and soaking his whiskers and snout in her fragrant lust. He lapped for dear life, taking in every little bit of the otter he could. He had smelled the subtle floral perfume she wore so many times and imagined burying his nose into her neck in a kiss, but this was better than any perfume. Better than any flavor. He thrust his tongue into her again and again, nose smushing against her stiff, tingling clit.

He pursed his lips around her clit and sucked. Gently, but firmly enough to make her squeal when combined with the soft, circling laps around and over the little nub.

"Looking like we'll 'ave your issue fixed in just a second," the voice on the speakers announced. "And... there we go. Have a good day at work, everyone".

The elevator lurched again, and the lights came back on. It began to move just as the otter came, hard, gushing her love all over the German shepherd's tongue and chin. She moaned with pure carnal joy, hips twitching as she clutched at the railings and even only barely managed to keep herself upright. She rode out her orgasm around his probing, broad tongue and against his scruffy muzzle for as long as she could, but then, the elevator came to a stop.

With her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, the otter pulled her skirt down in a vain attempt to hide her drenched thighs, while the dog stood up, straightened his tie, and wiped the worst of her lust off his face with a tissue. The door slid open, and a bull stepped inside on the way to the upper floor.

He sniffed the air but didn't look at either of them. And soon, it was time for the otter to get off. She squeezed out past the massive bull, leaving the dog in the elevator. She'd meet him again that night. Maybe. At the moment, she was so abuzz with the afterglow of getting eaten out, and perhaps a little more flustered than usual, having to excuse herself from the day's first meeting to visit the bathroom and wipe up some of the additional wetness from her panties.

Thankfully, her workplace - if anyone even noticed - was dominated by men, and men were, for better or worse, rarely bothered by a woman like herself being indecent. And as such, the day went by as workdays always did. Snow continued falling outside, and the otter kept glancing out through the window in her office. She wondered where, in that vast wintery expanse, the German shepherd actually lived. Did he have a family? The ring suggested so. But then, she reasoned, he could be divorced. It made her feel a little less guilty, and more than anything, distracted her from the fact that she had just cheated on her own husband.

And for what? Getting licked like a dog? The naughtiness of it, though, only made her want it to happen again. The sex she had with her husband was good, but it was never so raw and impulsive. Rarely if ever did she feel like her instincts truly took over like that, except when she was going into heat. And she wasn't there yet, at least according to her calendar.

Then again, their little affair wouldn't go anywhere, anyway. It was just a brief, ephemeral thing. Ships passing in the night. They wouldn't end up together, and as such, did she really have to feel bad about giving into the urges? Clearly, the shepherd had wanted it just as badly. And eventually one of them would change jobs and they'd never, ever meet again.

Really, it'd be a shame if she didn't take advantage of this passion while it lasted.

She was shivering by the time it was time to head home again. Outside, it was dark again, as it seemed to always be during this time of the year. But she didn't mind. It made the city's lights stand out all the more. The snow hid the grime and the lights lit up the snow in the colors of dreams and fantasies. For a few weeks in late December the world really did seem like a place where anything could come true.

The otter glanced at her watch. Why, she didn't know. For the last year she and the dog had always left work at the same time and met in the elevator. But what if what they'd done during that brief blackout had changed things? What if he didn't want to see her again? Her stomach turned at the very idea. The thought terrified her for no real reason, and as she packed up her things, she quietly hoped all those worries were for nothing.

At the same time, if they were - if things worked out the way that her most base instincts were hoping they might - it was a whole new problem. For a variety of reasons. But the main one of them was that she would surely return home to her husband with her unfaithful pussy full of another man's seed.

Yet in a way, she wanted it, needed it. Deserved it.

She turned off the lights in her office and headed to the elevator again, heart beating rapidly and her pussy growing wet at the mere thought of getting to enjoy that handsome, nameless German shepherd some more. The otter pressed the button to call the elevator and waited, and that relatively brief wait felt like an eternity.

Then, with a loud ding, the elevator arrived. The doors opened, and the dog was standing there, looking at her with a broad - if somewhat cocky - smile. She practically leapt inside, and the instant the doors closed, the male shoved her against a wall and planted a deep kiss on her cheating lips. They pawed at each other feverishly, clumsily, and the otter felt her panties tear when the dog aggressively yanked at them, but she didn't care. Yes, she was approaching her heat. Yes, this was her choosing to get fucked by some stranger on a risky day rather than the man she had married. But he was doing the same. The guilt was shared and intoxicating, and twice so when his heavy cock flopped out the instant he unbuttoned his slacks.

It looked just as impressive as his bulge had. Seven or eight inches of virile canine cock. The otter nearly drooled at the sight, immediately pulling the dog close to herself, until his shaft was between her thighs, the length of it sliding against her slippery lips with each little reflexive thrust the dog made. They were both like ravenous beasts, all pretense of civilization and modestly swept away by the flare of passion between them. The result of a spark finally catching after years of tension. Resisting or denying their desires was the last thing on either of their minds.

The dog lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grasping the railing as he thrust into her roughly and began to properly_fuck_ her, snarling and growling as he drooled against her shoulder. The otter, too, was dizzy with desire, the sensation of the dog's red-hot shaft spreading her open like pure ecstasy. Her yearning inner walls engulfed every inch of him in a wet, silken hug, massaging him with every rapid-fire thrust. Sharp, jagged thrusts shook the entire elevator cage as he ravaged her willing body.

But the elevator was descending rapidly. Around floor twenty, the dog slammed his hand down on the emergency stop button. They ignored whatever the operator said on the speakers. This was worth any fine. They mated like animals, her claws digging through his expensive suit and him in turn ensuring she'd have to wash all her clothes, drooling onto her shoulders as his teeth teased the side of her neck, her throat, and her shoulder. His knot had swollen up already. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't tie her. Not when they'd have to walk out of the elevator with him carrying her.

Then again, it felt like bliss every time he almost slipped into her spasming, drooling body. She was grinding back against him, even more lost to her passions than he was.

He was inside her bare, though. They both understood that they had to stop before they did something they could not take back. The same thing that happened, eventually, to every pair that surrendered to their lust. Yet the heat of the moment, their baser instincts, and the knowledge that if they didn't reach their mutual, risky climax right now, they probably never would, made neither want to miss the moment, because it'd never come again. The next time, they'd be more in control. He'd wear a condom. She'd go on the pill. But right now, there was nothing stopping her from swelling with a bastard child if he continued thrusting for even a few seconds longer, and him becoming a father to a child he'd never planned to have.

It would be a Christmas gift from nature itself, conceived in the depths of the biggest city in the country. He hesitated, again, trying to summon what few tattered shreds of willpower remained in him to stop and cum somewhere harmless rather than where every instinct was screaming at him to empty his balls.

As he tried pulling out in a feat of supreme mastery over his body, the otter took the initiative.

"No, cum inside me," she moaned, voice hoarse with desire.

"But you're not- I'm not-" the dog growled, his eye narrowing.

The otter fixed her eyes to his and uttered the three words any male in his position dreamt of hearing, if only in their deepest, lustiest fantasies: "I don't care."

That was all it took.

He pounded into her again, with renewed enthusiasm and no more holding back. It didn't matter what awaited them both. This was paradise on earth already; beneath them, as they raced towards a mutual climax, the city shone beneath them through the elevator window. He let out a strangled howl as his knot popped into her - consequences be utterly damned - and came, hard, filling her fertile and receptive body with rope after rope of warm, virile seed. She drank every drop of it amidst stuttering needy moans and orgasmic clenches, soaking him and the elevator floor again.

She felt his every muscle tense, from neck and shoulders all the way down to his legs, as his entire being was consumed by the singular task of inseminating his lover and her utterly feminine climax of clenches and squeezes sucked every drop of his precious sperm directly into her womb, without the two ever even learning each other's name. Just like it was meant to be, when leaving behind the weak pretenses of politeness and reason.

The elevator began moving down again, the emergency stop overridden from somewhere else. The dog and otter, though, were so deep in their post-orgasmic glow that they didn't care. They'd take the consequences - the warnings they'd receive for improper behavior, the reactions of their partners, and even the risk of his seed taking root inside the otter's womb - but all of it was worth it. The culmination of countless months of idle fantasies finally coming true was a Christmas miracle for them both, conception or not.

Once his knot deflated, neither knew what'd happen. Perhaps they'd go back to what they had done before. Perhaps they'd end up together in the end. That was something for a new year to reveal, they agreed, as she reveled in the feeling of his warm, slippery cum filling her to the brim, and he in turn luxuriated in how warm, tight, and all-encompassing her hungry body was around him.

The elevator came to a stop.