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“So how do condoms even work with cat dicks?"

The fork that fell from my paw clattered across the counter in the nearly empty lunch room as I tried to register if Eric had really just blurted that out. With a deep and intentionally dramatic sigh I looked up at the rottweiler a few pieces away from me. He cocked his black and tan muzzle in a way that asked 'well?' and I wished I had the sense and self assurance to either walk away or smack him across his stupid face.

The dog had always been an occasional annoyance at work with his frat boy like vibes and constant “joking" around, but usually he was easy enough to avoid when I wanted to either by talking to other people or pretending to be busy. Not the case that week. Everyone in the office had the week off between the Christmas and New Years holidays, except us two losers who didn't save the PTO for the set of days in between.

“You have to buy special ones, Eric. Regular ones will most likely tear." I went over in my head how many ways this was sexual harassment, but he usually wasn't that direct. At least he was hot, like really made my mind go places hot. And there he was just asking me about dicks and barbs out of the blue. Was he trying to flirt? Or was he just being his usual dumbass self. I couldn't help but lower my sight down to his crotch and ponder that I'd never actually played with a knot before. As much as a flirt I played when talking to folks online I hadn't done all that much in reality.

The rottie hrmm'd and nodded to himself. “Special ones, eh? What are they made of?" He looked so sincere and I had to let out a chuckle.

“Why are you so curious, anyway? Thinking of asking me to dick you down or something?" I folded my arms and raised a brow. If there's one thing I did know about Eric it's that he'd back off or even sorta respect you if you could dish some back out his way.

“Woah!" he held up his paws in mock offense and shook his head. “Nah man, not into taking dick.

I felt one of my tufted ears flick and my stubby tail wag playfully as I took a half step towards my coworker. “Oh, you know this from experience?"

Eric's eyes searched around for just a brief moment as he clearly was trying to decide how to answer that. Holy shit he did.

“Yeah, so?" The rottweiler's floppy ears folded back. Maybe I actually pushed a little too hard there. “Look, Trev" he paused “my wife's heat suppressant script got all fucked up and shes got it bad right now dude." His paws went into his pockets as he leaned back against the wall behind him.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. Us cats get it pretty damn bad when we do." The whole conversation was fucking wild, but I was pretty sure he was trying to be serious for once. I just had no idea where he was going with any of it. I looked his somewhat slumped body over. Tall, probably bit of a musclegut, a smile to kill for. Surely he was plenty enough to sate even the most ravenously horny wife.

The silence, a concept I didn't know Eric was capable of, was becoming a bit deafening. “So…" If nothing else I had to break up the awkwardness.

“Look Trevor, this all sounded better in my head, but actually having to say it is really weird." Eric pulled his paws back out of his pockets and fiddled with them.

“Christ man you got the weird part right. Whatever it is just spit it out it can't get any worse."

“Fine." He stood up straight and his chest rose and fell in a giant breath and exhale. “Samantha said she needs her itch scratched by another cat so like, I figured maybe you could drop by and fuck this heat out of her. Must be a cat thing I don't know. Plus you're both lynxes and all..."

Nope, it could definitely get worse. Had I heard that right? The cute but annoying guy at work out of the blue just asked me to go over to his place and fuck his wife?

“I mean uh," the rottie stammered. “Uh, well, you're gay too so like it wouldn't really be cheating or anything cause you won't really be into it right? Just pretend it's a butt or something"

I just blinked. My mouth felt dry as I tried to process the utter nonsense that was coming from his mouth.

“I don't think that's quite how that works Eric." I shrugged helplessly. “I'm also not sure you know what gay means, somehow?"

The canine lowered his head and slumped his shoulders in defeat. “Okay, okay. You're right bud. I'm going to go back to my cubicle and pretend this never happened."

“Deal," I offered a sarcastic set of finger guns as he slunk away though the lunch room door. Once he was good and gone I grabbed the spaghetti I had been reheating from the microwave and sat down at my usual table. The absolute fuck was all that? I tried not to think too much about it as I ate my lunch, but how couldn't I? The whole thing was ridiculous. Why would he ask me of all people? Was it just because we were the only ones in the building or did he really think that me being gay made it less weird?

With any luck Eric would keep to his idea of forgetting the entire thing happened and we could just go about our lives with the lunchroom talk as just a memory to laugh at down the road. I finished eating and headed back to my desk, thankfully on the other side of the office from the rottweiler. I hadn't even settled fully into my chair when something peculiar caught my nose. My nostrils flared involuntarily as I tried to identify the oddly familiar note. Somewhat spicy, somewhat sweet,, incredibly interesting. Something inside me drove me to seek out the source and any thoughts I had about my work or even the interaction with Eric were buried in my mind as I took in a few more long sniffs.

It was coming from under my desk, and I grabbed the small bundle of pink cloth that I saw and instantly brought it right to my nose. It was a pair of women's panties. They shouldn't have interested me other than being confused as to why they were there, and I also should have put two and two together in my head, but all I could do was drink in the powerful aroma wafting off of them. My claws dug into the fabric as I desperately tried to get even more of that wonderful smell. I could feel my sheath rapidly fill up as my head became completely lost in primal urges I never knew I possessed.

“Thought so." Eric sounded muffled and distant, even though a quick peek from me confirmed he was standing right outside my cubicle. I should have been mortified because I was certainly a pathetic sight, but I didn't care and just kept sniffing and flexing my claws into his wife's heat stained undies. The dog stepped close to me and rested a heavy paw on my shoulder, even giving it a gentle squeeze. In an instant my prize was snatched from me as he ripped the enchanted panties from my grasp. I hissed, taking a drunken-like swipe at him with my built in weapons, but all that resulted in was a hearty chuckle.

“Now now, kitty," the rottie wagged a finger at me as I started to get a few breaths of fresher air. My pants had a damp spot on them already, and I knew he saw that. “These are from this morning, ya know." He twirled the pink panties around playfully while he stepped out of range of any more swipes I might make. His grin was the biggest I've ever seen from him. He'd planned this from the start. “Just imagine how much better it is in person, Trev. Come with me and do what your body clearly wants."

I was slowly regaining some mental faculties with some distance between my nose and the intense scent of feline heat. Sitting down I was at a perfect eye level to see my coworker's pants also bulging from his own excitement.

“Yeah, you can suck me off too if you want, queer boy." My tufted ears folded at that and I felt them redden up in embarrassment. I wanted that. I wanted all of it more than anything I'd ever wanted in my life.

And that was that. Eric and I clocked out early, neither one of us caring a damn about the consequences. The drive in his car was quiet. I was blushing the entire way as I kept getting whiffs of arousal from the both of us. I was a bit confused as we pulled into the lot of a pharmacy.

“Gotta go grab those special condoms you mentioned." he explained. Oh, right.

As he disappeared into the store I started running through scenarios in my head. What if I couldn't perform? Despite the sudden awakening in me from the scent of a woman in heat what if the moment came and I embarrassed myself? I supposed if nothing else at least I was going to get to suck some cock, and more importantly get to explore a knot for the first time. I was so horned up at that moment I didn't even care it was going to be Eric's. He was never going to let me live any of this down, and it would only be worse if I didn't come through at that point.

The drivers door opening snapped me back to reality. He gave me a knowing nod as he wiggled the translucent bag with what was clearly a box of condoms in it. Yeah, there was no going back.

Just around the corner from the pharmacy was his apartment complex. I followed as he opened the door an announced that he had a present. I guess I was a gift then. I was overwhelmed in an instant at the intensity of that damned scent. Eric smiled and patted my back. “Yeah it's pretty good. Doesn't do a ton for me but I've smelled dog bitch in heat before and goddamn, man."

Then I saw Samantha. She was standing in the doorway to what I assumed was the bedroom as naked as could be. Gay or not I could appreciate a good looking woman, and she definitely was that. Her fur, so similar to my own, was absolutely stunning as the patterns on it danced in the dim light of the apartment. My eyes lowered and noticed the fur down around the source of my new obsession was matted and damp. She needed this even more than I did. Once more my nose began to drink in the intoxicating smell. Any doubt I had were gone. I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt until enough of them were lose to yank my dress shirt off unceremoniously. Eric was saying something but I didn't register it. My eyes locked with hers as I loosened my belt and pants button, nearly stumbling as I kicked the unnecessary clothes off to the side. Not for one second did I even consider I was stripping in front of my coworker. My actions were automatic, driven by deeply recessed but innate instincts. I don't even remember stripping my boxers but I do remember feeling the cool air on my hot and fully exposed dick as I single-mindedly walked towards the bedroom.

I became dimly aware that I was salivating as I intently watched the lynxess sit on the edge of of the bed and spread her thighs as she laid on her back with her big fluffy feet resting on the floor. We both knew what came next. The smell of heat got impossibly intense as I fell to my knees and inched my short muzzle near her dripping sex. Cheek tufts and whiskers brushed against already sticky thigh fur as my tongue made an exploratory lick across her slick folds. I'd never done that before, or anything with a woman, but my lack of experience was made up for by pure enthusiasm and I delved right in. It must not have been too amateurish based on the noises I could hear her making and the quivers I could feel. I'm not sure how long I was down there lost in the sauce. I let my tongue explore the burning hot and increasingly slick mysterious hole. Eventually I found a spot that got her moaning and I felt her thighs clamp down against the sides of my head as she yowled and my muzzle was coated in her fragrant juices. Had I just gotten her off? I pulled away panting for air, only to see her doing the same.

I glanced down and saw that I had made an actual small puddle of pre on their hardwood floor, but before I could stand up I felt a powerful paw grab my arm.

“Damn you're a natural Trevor." Eric said as he handed me a square foil wrapper. I had actually completely forgotten he was there somehow, and for shame too. I guess my handiwork on his lady was enjoyable to watch because it was only then that I realized he too had stripped. My eyes went wide as I looked over his nude body. He was perfect, just as I had imagined earlier. His black sheath was already sporting a few inches of glistening red as he rubbed his ample nutsack.

I opened the condom wrapper and rolled the protective sleeve down my modest, tapered shaft. Cats weren't usually the biggest guys out there after all. Nothing compared to what I'm sure the rottie was packing: he was only partially exposed and already had me beat. I wanted so badly to mount her raw—my instincts screamed at me to—but I knew what that meant in her condition.

Safely protected from the consequences of what I was about to do I climbed on the bed and over her, letting my dick dangle right above her freshly eaten out pussy. Her and I never said anything to each other that night, we didn't have to. Eric positioned himself on his knees near her and my own head, giving his then almost fully hard shaft a suggestive jiggle.

My muzzle, still wet with his wife's cum, found its way to his dick. On any other day his own masculine scent would have driven me crazy, but that day there was no competition between the two of them. I nuzzled the tip then opened my maw wide. It wasn't time for foreplay, and I quickly took most of his length into my throat, letting my sandpapery tongue expertly tease his sensitive flesh. I heard him curse and moan. I may not have known how to eat pussy but I knew how to suck cock.

While I slowly bobbed my way up and down the rottweiler's length I let my hips lower. The first stab at Samantha missed, but the second found its mark and I felt my cock instantly bathed in warmth and wetness. My entire body shuddered at the new sensations before instincts took over and my hips started bucking in and out. Sam gasped and mewed as I pummeled her depths. My maw kept up the work on the leaking dog dick, not that I had much choice once his meaty paw grabbed my headfur.

It was complete sensory overload. The sounds of wet pussy being rutted and cock being sucked mingled with gasps, moans, curses, and more feral noises coming from the three of us as we all moved together. The smell of cock and heat. The sights for me were just Eric's black crotch fur going back and forth right in front of my eyes. He loosened up his grip on my head, letting me catch my breath for a moment.

I pulled my head back, giving the tip of that red rocket a soft swipe of my feline tongue. It was rewarded with another glob of pre that mixed with my saliva to form a temporary rope bridging my muzzle and his cock. My hips were still moving, almost of their own accord, plunging my own cathood into and out of the writhing lynx below me in the most primal and ancient dance.

I looked up at Eric as my thrusts into his wife became more forceful and deliberate. His tongue was hanging out the side of his maw as he watched my every move. I finally saw his exposed knot. What a wonderful piece of anatomy canines were blessed with. Before I got the chance to admire it he once again grabbed the back of my fur and returned my mouth to its proper place.

That's when it happened. Something felt different inside Samantha. The sensations became more and more intense with every thrust I made and then I felt my barbs scrape against her inner walls. I let out a muffled yowl that joined with her own loud and unabated one. The condom had completely failed. We had to stop right then. Part of me panicked, but that panic was quickly smothered by the primal, instinctual part of me said that said to keep going and fulfill my raw biological duty. The brief moment of lucidity vanished as soon as I felt her legs wrap around my ass and lock me in place. I couldn't have said anything if I had wanted to with my mouth full of her husband, but I didn't want to anyways.

Her walls flexed and gripped at my cock, and the thrusts got easier as my pre slicked up the way. Her and I both knew what those barbs were doing, she had to know what was about to happen. I let nature take over, sucking Eric and fucking Samantha. It wasn't going to be long. I could feel that familiar tingle and warmth swelling up inside me.

“Squeeze my knot." I barely heard Eric, and he repeated himself more forcefully, giving the fur he held in his paw a tighter grip. I complied, shakily supporting myself on one arm as I grasped onto the bulbous thing and squeezed, hard. It sent him over the edge instantly. His shaft throbbed and jerked as the back of my throat was hit with thick jets of musky seed, drowning out even the smell of heat for the first time since I'd arrived. He let me go, my head pulling off his still shooting dick as he let the last few pumps paint my muzzle.

Free of that obligation I heard a loud growl come from my chest as I sunk my teeth right into the lynxess's neck. She stiffened up and I heard her scream and felt her clench tight around me in a sudden orgasm. I was only a few frenzied and erratic thrusts behind her. I saw stars as the most intense climax of my life hit. I felt my claws dig into the bed as my cock unloaded deep inside of her. I held her in place by the neck as her legs held me, every pump of cat cum making it more and more certain that her heat would be sated in the most natural of ways possible.

As the orgasm subsided Sam relaxed her legs and I replaced my mating bite with affectionate licks. We all just sorta stayed there for a few, panting and licking and rubbing each other. As the high of it all started fading and I felt my own seed leaking from around my cock I felt a sense of panic setting in. I pulled out and shakily stood up, looking at the remnants of the condom still attached; basically just the ring and a few frayed bits of latex.

“Huh…" Eric mumbled as he too noticed. “Guess you really do need to buy special ones."

Samantha snorted and waved a paw dismissively at her husband. “I told you, ya dumb fuck." She sat up a bit and looked examined herself down there with a couple of fingers, finally pulling out a piece of the condom that was left behind. “Gotcha. Now, let's just skip that useless rubber for round two."

“Round...two?" My half lidded eyes shot open and my ears stood up. She couldn't possibly...