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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country. All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM. ********************************************************************************** One could be forgiven for thinking that in an office full of financial assessors and chartered accountants that the staff would consist of the majority being homely looking females and the males being of a slighter, if not more feminine build. That was not the case in Bendim and Wrecham, Ken was delighted to find out. After moving states and being offered a position at the top-rated firm, he eagerly accepted the position. Even the attractive arctic vixen, Cassandra the head of the HR department, who had held the interview was smoking hot. It didn’t hurt that Ken had heard the rumours of how wild their staff parties got, members of staff indiscriminately hooking up and such, which meant if he played his cards right, Ken would have Cassandra bent over her desk by Christmas…and it was already October. The only thorn in Ken’s side was Dale, a large and intimidating ebony stallion who seemed to think he was the cock of the walk. All the ladies in the office seemed to fawn over him and the not-so-subtle bulge in his pants. Sure, he was a horse, but Ken assumed he had to be stuffing something down the front of his pants for that effect. Dale was clearly used to being the centre of attention in the office, until Ken came on the scene. The dark furred horse scowled even darker at the handsome white furred wolf every time he spotted Ken talking to one of the ladies in the office. Clearly, he didn’t like sharing his thunder, least of all with a mangy mutt like Ken. As the weeks turned into months, the animosity between Dale and Ken continued to grow, though Ken was mostly oblivious to it. Outwardly they both pretended to remain professional and courteous, but to anyone with half a braincell, it was obvious there was a fair bit of tension brewing between horse and wolf as they both foolishly jockeyed for the position of office alpha. Being head of HR, Cassandra was well aware of the situation, but instead of trying to get ahead of it and squash any potential issues, she instead stoked the flames and would often flirt with Ken in front of Dale in pursuit of her own unknown private agenda. Apparently being the one woman in the office who the horse had not gotten balls deep into yet and now watching her flirt with his rival really got under the horse’s skin. Even on the rare occasion when Dale did overstep the line, his direct manager seemed rather reluctant to chastise the equine. Sam seemed outwardly professional, perhaps even a bit aloof when he was around Ken, but the wolf noticed the strange looks the rabbit shot Dale every time he was around. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it almost appeared as though Sam was afraid of Dale, but that wasn’t quite it. Whatever their strange relationship was, it always resulted in Dale being let off with a warning at most, no matter what slight he pulled on Ken. Things finally came to a head during the office Christmas party, Ken and Cassandra had been flirting almost non-stop the entire evening, while Dale watched from across the room. Just as things started to get a bit more touchy feely between the white wolf and the gorgeous arctic vixen, with his attention focused on Cassandra, Dale took the opportunity to strike. No one saw him do it, but while the white wolf wasn’t looking, the large ebony horse slipped something into Ken’s drink; then again, a moment later after Ken ordered a refill. Dale briefly thought Cassandra had seen him the second time, but all she did was give him a strange sort of smile and act like she hadn’t seen a thing. That was all the confirmation the ebony stallion needed to enact his dastardly plan. At first Ken thought the barman must just be getting a bit heavy handed with his drinks, but this wasn’t the usual buzz he felt when he started getting drunk. His body was starting to feel hot, along with a strange sort of tingle beginning to build within his balls, which had his sheath throbbing within his underwear. When Cassandra’s hand lightly brushed across his crotch, her touch felt electric and his brain all but shut off. Ken found himself following her smile away from the crowded conference hall and into one of the private offices where they began to make out like drunk and horny high school teenagers. With every passing moment, Ken felt his mind move slower and slower, thinking was becoming difficult and his vision even more blurred. He barely registered when Cassandra slipped out from between him and the desk she had been leaning against, his heart was pounding far too loud in his ears to hear what she had said to him as well. A large hand clapped down onto Ken’s shoulder and firmly turned him around, bringing the white wolf face to face with a grinning Dale. The large dark horse filled his vision as the Ken frowned in confusion, his mind too bogged down by whatever was in his drinks to think clearly. He knew this was wrong, that Dale shouldn’t be in here, he was busy with…someone else, he just couldn’t remember who. As his mind fought to recall why he was even in this office in the first place, Ken was firmly pushed back to lay down atop the sturdy wooden desk behind him. "That's it champ, just lay back and lift your legs for me" Dale snorted with a grin as he undid the drunk wolf's belt and pants. Before Ken knew what was happening, he had been stripped from the waist down and now had his legs up over Dale's shoulders. When his head rolled to the side, time seemed to blur, along with his vision. Off to one side he could see others from their office standing crowded around the open office door and watching with a look of amusement. Though he couldn’t understand why they seemed so jovial or aghast with shock, nothing unusual was going on here, was there? "Damn, Dale's about to break in the new guy" Ken heard one of the onlookers say, his mind struggling to process the words and understand them. It was then he felt it, a sudden pressure just below his heavy balls, something was pushing rather insistently against his asshole. "No, wait...stop...I'm not gay" Ken mumbled, or at least tried to. The words formed in his mind but failed to make it past his lips. Instead, he just heard himself mumbling and groaning as Dale managed to pop the thick flare of his cocktip inside Ken’s virgin rear. Once he'd broken the seal, the horse wasted little time in sinking more of his thick black cock deep between the now folded in half wolfs buttocks for the crowd gathered around the doorway to see. “Oh shit, pop goes Ken’s cherry!” someone whispered before giggling. "Told you he was just another bitch waiting to be bred" Dale snorted for the onlookers as he began to pull back a few inches, just to reverse direction and sink even more of his cock deeper into Ken. He was almost to his medial ring now and already he was starting to snort and pant, thanks to how snug the bitch wolf was beneath him. "I'm...not..." Ken barely managed to say between pained groans as his ass was stretched and filled uncomfortably. He tried to kick Dale off, but it was as if his legs no longer obeyed his mind, his muscles felt completely stripped of their strength and he could not resist the horse as his office rival slowly and deliberately forced more of his thick ebony cock up the helpless wolf’s tailpipe. When Ken next looked over at the crowd, he felt a ball of ice form in the pit of his belly when he spotted Cassandra standing in the doorway, watching as he got his guts rearranged by the office alpha as if he was just another of the office bitches. “Nooo…” Ken mumbled and tried to shake his head, but that just made his vision and his world blur even more. "Yeah, you are. Look how hard your drooling dick is..." Dale laughed as he nodded down at Ken's own impressive red rocket, which was now fully hard and throbbing while it spilled strands of precum against his toned abdominals. With the white wolf adequately embarrassed, Dale began the real fucking as he hunched himself down over the wolfs behind in order to drop his hips down against Ken’s ass heavily, sinking every inch of his thick black cock into the no longer virgin pink hole below, much to the onlooker’s amusement. Ken found himself twisted and bent into a mating press as Dale really began to fuck him, he watched as his own thick red cock bounced and swayed up above his face while an even thicker black horse cock kept vanishing down behind his bouncing white balls. Unfortunately it was at this point Ken had to admit that Dale was not stuffing his underwear, all that cock was real and it was all being sheathed under his tail right now. “Wait…stop…please” Ken whined, he felt that strange sensation starting to grow more insistent behind his balls. He didn’t want to cum, not like this and sure as hell not because of Dale. But the horse just grinned down at him smugly, ignoring his pleas and continuing to fuck the hapless wolf into submission. “Going to cum, pup? This big ol’ horse dick too much for you to handle?” Dale mocked as he continued to hammer the white wolfs backside like he owned it. Ken wanted to growl and fight back, but his body refused to cooperate, all he could do was watch as his legs bounced and flopped around in the air while the horse used him like a goddamn fleshlight. He might have been able to tolerate it, if only he didn’t feel like his own balls were about to explode. Dale’s thick cock was assaulting his prostate like it owed him money, already Ken could feel how messy and sticky his chest and face was from the strands of precum practically drooling from his cock as a result. Worryingly, he could feel his balls start to ascend up higher against his crotch, he was rapidly approaching his climax and there was nothing he could do to stop it. “Fuck, no!” Ken growled or at least thought he did. To those watching from the doorway, it just sounded like another lusty growl, which the white mess firing from his bouncing cock a moment later seemed to confirm. He felt the warm splashes against his face and muzzle, he could smell it, his own cum was spattering all over his face as that fucking horse forced it out of him. But his humiliation wasn’t over yet, once his climax finished, Dale climbed down from the desk and rolled him over, with a rough twisted of his arms and a grip to his scruff to turn his head, he forced Ken to look up at the crowd as he really began to fuck the wolf. At least this part only lasted a short while, he hoped, he wasn’t actually sure as he had no real concept of time just then. It only took another dozen or so strokes before he felt Dale buck roughly against his ass and hilt him, he knew why too, before he even felt the first shot of hot horse cum deep in his guts. Dale forced Ken to maintain eye contact as he felt the office alpha spilling his seed deep inside him, Dale’s hips grinding against his toned white ass the entire time, until he finally finished. Only then did he let the wolf collapse onto the desk, before he withdrew his length from his rival, the smug horse then proudly lifted the wolf’s tail to expose his now gaped tail hole and the white seed starting to trickle from inside it. “Not a bad fuck, for a bitch” Dale laughed before he finally let Ken’s tail drop, adding insult to injury with a firm swat to his backside before getting dressed again. Dale strode proudly from the office, leaving Ken laying across the desk with cum leaking from his no longer virgin rear. The last thing the wolf remembered from that night was Dale’s laughter as he slammed the office door shut, casting the spent canine into darkness and soon slumber. Ken awoke a few hours later, long after the party had finished. He hoped it was all just a bad dream, but when he stood up from the desk, he found he was indeed nude from the waist down and his face felt sticky and crusty still. Even worse though, was when he reached back beneath his tail, he winced as he touched his aching little hole, which was still rather wet and sticky with Dale’s load too. “Fuck me…” Ken groaned as he awkwardly put his pants back on, finding he was forced to do the walk of shame past the night cleaners on his way out. A couple of them must have heard the rumours already as there were a few whispers followed by laughter before he managed to get on the elevator and escape. ********************************************************************************** The following Monday, Ken got into the office early, he fully intended on bringing up the incident at the office party with his direct supervisor, Sam. Sam surely would have no choice but to bring Dale’s actions up with HR as there were now witnesses to what he had done to Ken, it should be an open and shut case. At the very least, he expected Dale to be terminated on the spot, if not thrown in jail for fucking Ken against his will. The office was still relatively empty at this time, thankfully. But Ken had seen Sam’s BMW in the parking lot, so he knew the rabbit was there already. Worryingly though, he had also seen Dale’s Humvee, of course the fucker drove a Humvee. It just screamed asshole, which suited Dale down to a tee, Ken thought. Even his vanity plate “B1GD1K” irked the wolf every time he saw it now, it just brought back flashes of that night and how sore his ass had been on the drive home. But most of all, Ken hated that he had still stroked himself off to the memory a couple of times, which really hurt his pride, he shouldn’t be finding being fucked by another man so damned exciting. Ken growled and shook his head to try clear those unwanted thoughts from his mind; he needed to focus and remember what he needed to say to Sam. However, as soon as he got to the rabbit’s office, he saw the blinds were drawn and the door was locked, but that was not all, there were strange noises coming from inside the office. "What the fuck...Sam?" Ken growled as he peeked through the gap in the rabbit’s blinds. Inside the office was Sam, their direct departmental manager and he was currently bent over his desk with Dale behind him and fucking the smaller rabbit mercilessly. Ken felt a flash of something, the underside of his tail ached at the memory of what had happened at the office party, but more worrying was the way his sheath throbbed and twitched in his trousers. Ken looked around the still empty office before he peeked back through the gap in the blinds and watched as Dale gripped Sam by the scruff of his neck, pinning the smaller rabbit in place while his hips worked. Even through the closed door he could hear the voracity of the equine’s hips clapping against their manager’s backside, followed by pathetic little squeaks from Sam with every stroke. “Does your wife know you like taking dick yet?” he heard Dale snort out as he mocked the smaller rabbit. “N…no…I d…don’t…” Sam tried to argue, but it was clear by his tone of voice that it was a complete lie. “Lying bitch, then why’s your dick so hard? About to cum for me like the little rabbit bitch that you are?” Dale leaned down to snort into Sam’s left ear. “N…no…nooooh” Sam tried to deny it, but it was obvious that was exactly what happened. Ken could see how the rabbits nails scratched at the large desktop calendar he had on his desk, leaving behind marks as reminders of his submission. He could also see how Sam was squirming and writhing against the desk as Dale just kept hammering away at him, a sure sign he was indeed cumming. The horse wasn’t far behind however, with a few last rough and rapid thrusts, Dale closed his eyes and snorted heavily while he gripped and yanked at the rabbit’s ears like riding reigns. Ken blushed as he recalled how it felt having that fucking prick explode under his tail, how the hot, messy warmth spread through his core. God, he hoped he didn’t have that same look of pleasure on his face as Sam was currently wearing when it had happened to him. “Clean me up, bitch” Dale snorted as he crudely withdrew himself from Sam’s backside a few moments later, before he roughly tugged back on the rabbit’s ears to force Sam back off his own desk and to kneel before him. The horse slapped his softening cock against Sam’s face a couple of times until he reluctantly opened his maw and let Dale stuff his softening cock inside to let him clean it. Though from his vantage point, Ken could only really see Sam’s head bobbing back and forth against Dale’s crotch while the bastard smirked down at his bitch of a manager. This definitely did explain why Sam never adequately reprimanded Dale before though, he was just another bitch under his thumb, or cock in this case. Ken growled softly at that; he knew now that he was clearly not going to get any help from Sam. His next best option was to go directly to Cassandra and hope that she would be on his side, with any luck, the fact she was the only one that Dale hadn’t fucked yet gave him some measure of hope that she would actually help him, unlike Sam. The only problem was that she only got in after nine, he still had almost two hours until then. Ken was so lost in thought as he stared over at Cassandra’s office door that he didn’t see things wrapping up inside the Sam’s office until it was too late. Sam’s door opened and Dale stepped outside with a grin as he adjusted his tie, then paused when he saw Ken standing outside the office window. “Enjoy the show, pup?” the horse sneered. “Fuck off, Dale” Ken growled threateningly at him, his fangs bared. "You'll be begging for it again soon enough, pup" Dale snorted with a grin as he shamelessly grabbed Ken's backside and gave the wolf a grope and spank as he walked past. Ken stood frozen on the spot, he should have knocked Dale’s lights out for that, but instead he stood almost motionless. The only part of him moving though was his tail, the traitor was fucking wagging! The next couple of hours was pure torture as Ken waited for Cassandra to arrive, but as luck would have it, Dale was walking right alongside her when she finally entered the office. No doubt he was laying the groundwork to scuttle whatever complaints Ken was about to bring against him. He wasn’t going to let that happen though, he had to strike now, before Dale got away with his bullshit again! Ken didn’t even knock before he barged into Cassandra’s office behind the pair, though for some reason, she didn’t seem very surprised by that. The gorgeous arctic vixen just sat passively behind her desk as she smiled evenly at him. “I believe you wish to discuss something with me, is that right, Ken?” she asked in that smooth and rather disarming way that just took the wind right out of his sails. Her gaze was calm and steady as she stared up at him from her seat, her delicate fingers idly toying with and rather suggestively stroking an expensive looking pen in her grasp. “Yes, something important that can no longer go unpunished!” he growled back and slammed his hands down on her desk, knocking over a picture frame in the process. “Dale, if you would be so kind” Cassandra said with a nod over at the big horse who was standing off to the side. Dale nodded with a slight grin as he moved to lock her door and close the blinds, blocking out the rest of the office. “Well, what is it you wish to discuss?” the vixen asked with what appeared to be amusement. “I wish to lay a formal complaint against Dale” Ken demanded with fervour. “Oh, what did he do this time?” she asked innocently, as if she didn’t know already. “He raped me at the Christmas party!” Ken snarled and turned to glare at the horse, who was smugly grinning at him right now. “Really? From the videos I have seen and the eyewitness testimonials, it certainly seemed consensual” Cassandra said plainly as she picked up her phone from her desk and began to scroll for something. When she turned her screen around to show him, Ken saw a video of himself laying back on the desk with Dale stuffing him full of cock. It looked bad enough as is, but when she turned the volume up, the way he was moaning made it sound like he wanted it and was enjoying every second of it. “Wait, but it’s not what it looks like…” Ken tried to argue weakly as he looked back at Cassandra pleadingly. “Really? Because to me it looks like two consenting adults having a bit of risqué fun at a work function” Cassandra noted. “Wait, here’s the best part!” she smirked as she zoomed in on Ken’s face, just as the first shot of his own cum spattered against his cheek. “You really are a messy boy, aren’t you?” the vixen teased. “So, what, you’re not going to help me? Dale just gets away with this shit, again?” the white wolf growled and glared at the vixen. “Truth be told, Dale is far more of an asset to this company than you realize” Cassandra sighed and locked her phone before placing it face down on her desk. “Since we’ve let him do his thing, staff complaints have decreased by seventy-three percent and staff turn-over is almost in the single digits” she began to explain. “Those numbers are unheard of, especially in our field. Dale is an asset to this company, and we intend on keeping it that way” the vixen said with finality. “I can go higher than you…” Ken snarled as he balled his hands into fists. “You could, or…you could comply with our companies unwritten rules” her tone suddenly shifted, becoming more seductive and almost inviting. Even her posture changed as she leaned forward and stared up at Ken. “Why the fuck would I do that?” Ken spat back at her. “Simple, a ten percent increase in salary, backdated to your starting date. This means your Christmas bonus will also increase as well…but most importantly, I’ll let you fuck me” Cassandra finished off with. “What?” Ken balked at her offer. The money was a tempting offer on its own for sure, but getting to fuck the vixen on top of that? All he had to do was swallow his pride and pretend like nothing had happened at the Christmas party, was that it? “What’s the catch?” he finally asked after mulling it over for a moment or two. “You let Dale fuck you while you fuck me” the arctic vixen answered with a broad grin. “You’re fucking kidding me…” the white wolf growled again as he turned to glare at Dale, who was still smirking at him. “Think of it as a form of agreement, you’re agreeing to let Dale continue to work as intended, so you get your increase and you get to fuck me” Cassandra explained simply. Ken’s mind reeled at the implications, could he do this? Even if he did take it higher, the evidence didn’t support his claims, and it was just his word against Dale’s…and all the witnesses on the horse’s side. If he pursued the claim of rape without any real evidence to back it up, he would probably lose his job and the likelihood of him winning was at best slim to none. But if he accepted their offer, his pride would take a knock, but his wallet would be fatter, and he would get to keep his job. But at the same time, he had to let Dale fuck him again…even though he had thought about it a couple times and gotten hard, that didn’t mean he wanted it, surely? “Fine…I accept the offer” Ken eventually agreed after accepting his defeat. He reluctantly agreed that he didn’t really have any other choice. “Good boy” Cassandra teased as she slipped out from behind her desk and joined Ken standing in front of it. “I’ll even throw in an added little extra for you” the vixen almost purred as she slowly got down onto her knees before him. Ken watched as she undid his belt and pants to expose his thick sheath to her soft hands and even her warm little tongue. Cassandra cooed and praised his size softly while she groped, fondled and stroked him to fullness. There was no doubting her skill, especially not when she managed to swallow his sword right to the knot with relative ease on the first try. “Holy fuck” Ken grunted as he stared down at her, those gorgeous blue eyes of hers stared back at him as she lewdly groaned around his flesh. Fuck, he could cum just from the sight alone, but thankfully he didn’t. Soon her office filled with the lewd wet noises of his dick being sucked well enough to make his toes curl inside his expensive shoes. She even slipped a hand between his thighs to cup and fondle his balls gently, rolling them about in her soft palm with gentle squeezes every time she squeezed down behind his knot with her other hand too. Cassandra seemed to have no problem swallowing the jets of his salty precum every time she did so either. “Ready to fuck me?” she panted softly up at him after pulling her lips off his cock with a lewd wet slurp. Cassandra nuzzled against his cock while she continued to stroke him, batting her eyelashes coquettishly. “Fuck yeah” Ken replied eagerly as he helped her back to her feet. The vixen turned around and leaned against her desk with one hand, while the other worked her short, black pencil skirt up about her waist, revealing a lack of panties, despite her wearing stockings and a garter belt. Fucking hell she looked good, Ken thought. She looked even better a moment later when she leaned forward and bent over her table, her fluffy white tail lifted and exposed her snug looking little pink slit, which was already dew kissed and glistening with her arousal. Cassandra didn’t need to tell him what to do, Ken knew and was already on her within a second of the vixen exposing herself. He’d wanted her since that first interview for his current job and now he had her, she felt even better than he had imagined all those times since. He couldn’t believe he was getting to fuck her finally, especially while on the clock, so technically the company was paying for him to do just that. Cassandra felt amazing around him, the way she clenched and squeezed about his prick as he stroked in and out of her snug, gripping heat. Even the sounds she was making were perfect, the telling little huffs and pants while she ground her hips back to meet his strokes. It was better than he ever could’ve imagined, until it suddenly wasn’t. “Dale, you’re up” Cassandra uttered between groans as the big, white wolf pinned her down over her table and fucked her. Dale had apparently already gotten himself prepared, his pants nowhere in sight and his turgid member already thick and throbbing, ready for action. Ken didn’t have time to react before the horse was on his back, he was almost balls deep in the vixen when the fucking horse lined himself up with the wolf’s pucker and began to push. Ken didn’t even have a chance to try stop Dale before the horse was inside him again, making him growl as his asshole was spread wide once more, reluctantly. Dale didn’t even give him time to adjust before he was pushing more thick black equine cock up the white wolf’s ass, until his hips were pressed flush against Ken’s firm backside. “Fucking hell, Dale!” Ken hissed and growled as he squirmed, trapped between the pleasure of the vixen’s cunt wrapped around his cock, and the burning ache of the horse suddenly under his tail. Ken’s hands came to rest either side of Cassandra atop her desk as he leaned forward, snarling and cursing as the horse immediately began to withdraw a couple of inches before pushing back in deep. The only consolation for his current predicament was the fact that Dale’s rude entry had effectively nullified his progress toward his initial climax, so at least he’d last a bit longer inside the vixen than he initially thought he would. “Even better than the first time” Dale said mockingly as he gripped at Ken’s scruff in an attempt to mimic a mating bite with his hand alone. Ken wished it didn’t work or wasn’t so damned effective, but he suspected this wasn’t the first time the horse had done this, so he unfortunately had the experience to make it effective. Ken’s ears lowered and lay flat against his hair, his growling even decreased as he reluctantly submitted to the bigger horse. By now he wasn’t even actively fucking Cassandra, he was simply being tugged back by Dale’s thick cock being gripped so tightly by his own ass when he pulled back, then pushed forward into the vixen when the horse hilted beneath his tail again. The harder Dale fucked him, the harder he fucked Cassandra in turn, which the vixen very clearly was enjoying. Cassandra was the first to reach climax, Ken could feel how she trembled and squeezed tighter around him, along with a soft lewd and drawn-out groan. Her entire body trembled and shivered beneath his as she came hard on his cock still buried in her. Ken wasn’t far behind her though, despite his best efforts to the contrary. He didn’t want to cum like this, fucking the vixen by himself was one thing, but having Dale dictate the pace was another. Yet the fucking horse still managed to grind against his prostate enough to make Ken’s climax impossible to hold back. With a final snarl of defiance, Ken felt his balls hitch up against his groin before his cock lurched within Cassandra and the first shot of his seed fired off deep within her. “Knew you liked that horse cock under your tail” Dale said mockingly when he felt the wolf hit his peak. He didn’t even slow down either, instead he just angled his strokes to grind even more against Ken’s prostate and milk the poor white wolf for every last drop he had, he didn’t seem to care that Ken was spilling all that seed deep into Cassandra either. Dale did at least have the decency to let Ken finish cumming before he roughly pulled the wolf off of and out of Cassandra before sitting down on a chair with the canine in his lap, still fully impaled on his cock. Ken groaned as he was pulled back into Dale’s lap, he watched as Cassandra reached across her desk to grab a few tissues to clean herself with, before she stood up and corrected her outfit. Dale reached down and gripped behind Ken’s knees to lift his legs up, forcing the wolf just a little deeper down onto his shaft, before he began bouncing him up and down, which made his own red length bounce and flop about obscenely. “I trust this means our new deal is secured then?” Cassandra asked as she returned to her seat behind her desk and smirked at the little show Dale was putting on for her now. “Y…yeah…” Ken barely managed to reply, between groans and whines as he was fucked like he was nothing more than a sextoy. Fuck, he wanted to cum again so bad, but his balls felt empty. “Very good, I’ll get the paperwork ready for you to sign so we can make it official then” the vixen smiled at Ken. The wolf watched as she reached over to the toppled picture frame he had knocked over earlier, when she lifted it, Ken was shocked to see a picture of her and Dale in a rather intimate setting, one which hinted that they were far more than just work colleagues. “Son of a bitch…” Ken whined, just as he felt the first hot spurts of Dale beginning to flood his guts again.