Relief Officer
Story by ShorkScribbles on SoFurry
Every office must have someone to handle the primal ‘needs’
Kinktober Day 22 - Free Use
Relief Officer
Every office must have someone to handle the primal ‘needs’
Kinktober Day 22 – Free Use
Heart throbbing. Groin burning. Breathing short.
It was all the signs, signs that everyone in the office knew about and would have to handle themselves one day or another. For some, it was once every year. For others, it was every month… And for a few; it was every week.
For those unlucky people, the direction even offered the possibility of working remotely during that period.
For the others, there was another solution.
“Jake? I need to take a break.”
“Sure, Damian, you look pale- Oh. It’s the time of the month?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” answered Damian.
With one hand on his forehead, the polar Bear stood up and left his cubicle. All around him, the cubicle farm was full of people taking calls or working on their projects. Simon himself had spent the last hours on the accounts, trying to ignore the rut.
However, even the numbers were starting to look sexier as the Bear couldn’t put up with it anymore.
He huffed, trudged along. With his strapping physique and height, anyone could see the ‘problem’. His white slacks were tight as steel, and the front of them was damp. His cock was fighting against the fabric, pushing against it until the cloth hid nothing… Any detail from his cocktip that was prominently snug by the fabric itself.
And Damian could see the gaze he received. Smiles, chuckles, whispers. Some were mocking him, some were dismissive, few were even envious or tempted.
But no, Damian stepped and looked around.
He didn’t have to crane his neck much, but the spot he was looking for was empty, and so… The Polar Bear beelined to one of the office blabbermouths. Kyle might be a raccoon, but he could have been a parrot in a previous life.
“Hey, Kyle. Do you know where Noah is?”
“Noah? He is on his break. You’re rutting, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” answered the Bear, dismissively.
“Okay, okay, fine. Hey, do you know what Jake thinks about-”
“I really need to go. We’ll talk about that later.”
“Oh, okay. Have fun!”
“Yeah… Fun.”
The Polar Bear grumbled, passing an enormous paw over his head. Even his brain throbbed, and thinking was a pain. A pain he endured as he left the cubicle farm and passed through the corridors, getting a few glances.
And then, he was out in the lounge. More people were eyeing him, curious. Then… Without a stop, the Polar Bear noticed the lanky and well-dressed old Fox having a chat near the coffee machine.
“So you see, Karen was on the line. She’s gotten her account flagged because she’d done shifty stuff with her shop. I don’t know what, but she got the flag.”
“Hunhun,” answered his Lion interlocutor, visibly ‘enthralled’.
“Noah? Noah?” came up the Polar Bear, interrupting the conversation and getting one side glance.
“Oh, hey, Damian! John, this is Damian. He’s working in my service.”
“Yeah, pleasure to meet you,” answered the Polar Bear, nodding curtly before turning to the fox. “I need your help.”
“My-” began the Fox, only to look down and to have his eyes glimmering with interest and lust. He even licked his chops before looking up. “You didn’t have to ask.”
“Good, thanks,” answered the Polar Bear.
Without even stopping, the Polar Bear went behind the Fox and yanked the tail up. Meanwhile, the Fox had his voice going higher for a second while he explained how his call went.
“So. When I explained to her, she got her account flagged, she nagged me on and on. She said, this is unacceptable. More, she told me she knows the o-Owner!”
The words were practically a blur for the Polar Bear as he reached for the zipper underneath the tail and opened the back of Noah’s pants. His posterior practically jutted out, offering a faint view of the brilliant fiery fur… And of that pucker, nestled in between, that had been so pumped and abused, it was a donut. A donut that was already glazed since cum was covering it.
Even then, Damian scooped that posterior, gave it a feel.
It wasn’t his favorite type of ass or people; he had a husband, too. But he couldn’t go home, so he had to use the help of the ‘Relief officer’ in his department.
And well, Noah might be a slut that wasn’t up to his taste. But he was a good guy who was still talking and sipping his drink while Damian opened his pants and fished his drippy underwear out.
“You know, she’s coo-coo. When she talked about a ‘William’, I was like, ‘Do you even know the company’s owner is a woman?’ You know me; I have no filter for old bitches. So I- hrmph! Yeah, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
It would be mighty fine, at least for Damian, as his cocktip pressed against the Fox’s entrance.
With his size, Damian’s pink and uncut cock was practically as sizeable as one of Noah’s arms. Still, the Fox could take worse, and being a ‘Relief Officer’ was tied to the fact that someone was to take bigger men than they were.
But even then, the orifice looked tight. And tighter as Damian pressed his dick inside, finding the rim clenching and tightening around his dick, holding. It was… Like a grip. Like the Fox holding him down and slowing him.
“Hey, big guy? Damian? You there?”
“Hmm… Hmprhh.. Y-Yeah,” answered the Polar Bear, saliva dripping from his mouth onto the Fox’s shoulders.
“Do you need coffee?”
“Uh… Uh? E-Expresso?”
“Sugar?” replied Noah, not even bothered.
“Su… yeah.”
“Good. Push me closer.”
Damian's words were slurry. His paws were drifting, slipping… The only thing that was in control was his raging hormones ordering him to breed, to pump another cub into a female. However, there was no female. And in return, the sole hole was a slutty Fox’s hole.
Even then, he pushed closer, holding onto the Fox’s thighs. It forced Noah to be on his toes, to be careful with his balance.
But so far, even his cup of coffee hadn’t been spilled. Well, until Noah was smashed against the coffee machine, and some burning droplets landed on Damian’s forearm.
Even then, it didn’t seem to deter the Fox, who pressed the buttons while continuing to talk with John.
“I know I shouldn’t have been insulting that hag. But she’s been on everyone‘s ass in the service! We told legal to handle her, but- Hrmph! They’ve been ignoring us!”
“I know. We’ve got the same issues. Not legal, but marketing. Hey. Isn’t it too hard?”
“No,” laughed Noah. “Say that when I take a Rhinoceros.”
Even then, Damian was making ‘efforts’ to prove that a Polar Bear could be a raging fucker, much like any horned mammal. His hands locked on Noah’s hips, Damian was fucking, humping, pumping. Once he’d been inside, his primitive brain took over.
And so followed the thrusts, the movements, the fucking, the humping that even made the coffee machine shake while it delivered its dark nectar.
“No, I meant with the hag.”
“Oh no. Once they pulled the call recordings, they got… Off my back. O-Oh fuck.”
“Is he good?”
“Real good.”
Damian wasn’t sure he was good at it. He wasn’t sure he was a good top in life. But when it came to rutting, he didn’t care. Saliva dripped from his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his claws were almost digging into the reinforced slacks. And then, he felt it: the heat, the warmth, the shocks.
He started to feel that tight hole clenching around his dick, certainly after hammering that prostate for minutes. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet, as his groin was practically about to burst, and yet wouldn’t.
“It takes training to become a relief officer?”
“Lots… Lots of… Big training,” answered Noah, his face hard-pressed against the coffee machine by Damian’s chest. The coffee was ready and yet the Polar Bear not done. Yet.
His cock was about to burst, but he needed something, anything… A little push. One that came when the Fox grunted and his hole tightened like steel around his dick.
That push, that last hit, that was it. A moment before, Noah groaned. The moment after, Damian roared while he pumped inside the Fox’s guts. Cum.
He came… He came so much. He came after what felt like hours of need. And finally, it was done. Freedom. Liberation. Liberty.
His eyes rolled, his tongue dropped. And for a blissful moment, the Polar Bear stood still, his weight crushing the Fox against the coffee machine. Before he pulled out and groaned.
“Fu-Fuck… Thanks, Noah, I- I needed that,” answered the Polar Bear, suddenly bashful as he quickly stepped back and slipped his whole package back in his slacks.
“I’ll pass him the message.”
“John, is that right?” answered the Bear, blinking and reaching for the hot and slightly-spilled cup of coffee. “Tell him thank you… And the same for the coffee.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell him that… When he’s back.”
The Lion even raised his own cup to the bashful and fleeing Polar Bear… Before he turned to see the old Fox leaning against the coffee Machine, his belly bloated and his asshole practically a cum fountain.
“Shit. I wanted to fuck that ass during my break.”