FSE

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--1

Leorajh hugged the stack of papers to his slim breast. He peeped at Aura over the tops of his narrow, trendy glasses. His voice was ripe with sarcasm when he asked, "Is there anything else?"

A smile from Mayor Aura could mean anything; she could hold excellent poker faces. The trick was to read her eyes, and Leorajh could see mischief in them. Playing with the ends of her pen, pinning it between her index fingers, she said, "Well, yes, actually - and how I appreciate that proactive attitude of yours."

"Uhn," Leorajh huffed.

The pretty wolf laughed, leaning back in her chair. She clutched the pen and thumbed its blunt end. "We have a new intern, her name is Vanessa. When I last saw her, she seemed rather shy, so I believe she could use some help getting used to things here."

Now Leorajh put on a smile of his own. He tilted his head, licked one of his saber teeth. "Now, just so we're perfectly clear, miss Mayor--."

"If you can manage it, go ahead," Aura dryly said, "but I have the feeling she will not be very receptive. Obviously I do not formally condone your attempts at sleeping with everyone who enters this building, but what you do with yourself is, as it has always been, your own business." She set down her pen and gestured at the door. "I digress. Try to make her feel a little more at home." Watching Leorajh turn to leave, she added in the unruffled tone of an afterthought, "Do tell me how things go, though. All the little details."

"But of course," said Leorajh, smiling.

He went off, attending to his interoffice duties with the usual amount of care and finesse which he was marginally less known for than his girly physique and sexual precociousness. Everything was sorted; filed; filled out; laid neatly on the appropriate desks - and all before the lunch break.

He found Vanessa not in the break room but out in the plaza, sitting on one of the benches reading a yellowed novel with a well-broken spine: Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail. Taking her in from afar, Leorajh was immediately interested. For the prettyboy sabertooth to not wish to sleep with a new face at the office was a rare thing. He wasn't even all that picky, but he wasn't exactly a slut, either; it was so complicated he'd given up trying to even define what made him lust after so many others.

Back on course, he found that Vanessa was pretty by any standard. She was a Pokemon he had not seen before - a Lycanroc. She was on the short side, perhaps five feet tall, but with a very feminine figure. Her curves couldn't match Leorajh's, but he didn't often meet ladies who could boast such proportions. He didn't particularly care for the modest long skirt and the high-necked blouse, thinking the outfit made her look puritanical, but sometimes that was cover for a cock-hungry little hellion. Leorajh never judged by clothes.

"Hello there," he smoothly introduced himself. "My name is--."

"Leorajh, yes, I know," Vanessa said, glancing up from her novel with a withering blue gaze. "You're Mayor Aura's assistant. I know all about you." She said it in such a way as to imply don't try it, slut.

The feline was startled, but didn't show it on his face. He blinked, widened his smile, and tentatively offered her his paw. "Yes, well," he murmured, "still no reason to shirk an introduction, right? It's nice to meet you, Vanessa."

She took his paw, shook it stiffly and went right back to her novel, nose nearly against the pages. She enjoyed the musty scent of old books. "I'm sure we'll see plenty of each other." She pulled her nose back a few inches, sniffed the air and bluntly asked, "Is that your perfume?" He started to answer; she didn't let him. "You smell like a prostitute from France. Goodbye, Leorajh."

"Uh--, I'm sure we will," Leorajh said, a few beats behind in the conversation. Rejection tinted his voice. He left feeling dejected, but hopelessly interested.

The rest of the week passed, however, and Leorajh steadily lost interest in Vanessa. It was hard to care about her when she worked so hard to make herself an unremarkable wallflower. In time, Leorajh's crosshairs fell on other, more receptive interlopers in the office. The Lycanroc did her work with speed and skill, but little else. She was, as Mayor Aura agreed, simply average but a fine worker.

Leorajh made one more token effort to break the ice with her on Friday afternoon. "Vanessa," he softly spoke, adding little of the sugary sweetness he lumped on when he really wanted to appear innocent, "would you be interested in going dancing with me tomorrow?"

Her answer was swift and brutal and efficient. Leorajh likened it to that Indiana Jones movie scene where the villain ripped out a sacrifice's still-beating heart. "No, I have plans. Goodbye."

Aura was passing by when Vanessa strutted off, her heels clicking coldly and professionally down the hall toward the reception area. "You should pick your lower jaw up off the floor," said the wolf, smiling tightly. "I have to admit, even I find myself surprised by how consistently you are striking out. Maybe I need to hire a newer, prettier boy to replace you."

Leorajh huffed, red-cheeked. "It's her. Not me." He didn't take long to collect himself; he never did. "I'll be going dancing, either way. She doesn't know what she's missing."

The mayor chuckled and patted Leorajh's shoulder. "Yes, of course. See you Monday."

--2

The clothing Leorajh wore to the club wasn't far removed from his office clothing. The core component was still a skirt, but this one was pleated and considerably shorter, coming up so high that certain steps exposed the bottom curves of his wide, fat ass cheeks - which were nude, most definitely for the sake of convenience when he finally found the right man or three to make his evening interesting. At least, that was how he looked from the right. Fashionably asymmetrical, the skirt hung lower from the left, nearly to the knee, and he could entice a prospective lay with as little as a slight turn.

A low-cut burgundy halter covered his midriff, going nicely with the black fabric of the skirt. His nipples, stiff with excitement, poked obscenely into the fabric which, much like his skirt, tended to give a more tantalizing view when he shifted just so, letting his bare nipples be seen now and then. He capped this off with his favorite earrings: simple gold hoops which caught the eye without being tacky.

Leorajh had only just begun to browse when he felt monstrously meaty paws squeezing his shoulders, preventing escape. He gasped, then grinned, which his pronounced saber teeth added immensely to. "Hello-o-o," he cooed to his unseen assailant. "Well, don't be shy."

"Oh, I'm fucking not, prettyboy," came a gruff female voice. She stuffed her snout into the pretty kitty's neck and bit him, making him gasp and writhe. Sniggering with plainly evil intent, she slid her clawed paws down the cat's arms, slid her arms around the middle, and squeezed him so tight that breathing became difficult. A stiff, throbbing lump in her jeans tried to stuff the cat's skirt between his ass cheeks.

"Ooh, gosh! A little something extra there?" he squealed, not trying to hide the glee in his voice. "Gawd, I love when girls have that equipment..."

She laughed in his ear. Her breath was humid and hot, actually a little unpleasant, but that surprisingly added to the wicked appeal of the girl. Her claws, long and garishly pink, prickled the smooth skin of his belly insistently and made him buck and giggle. Musk rolled off her body, and upon resting freely on her breasts, Leorajh found her sweaty and hot - probably from dancing. "Mmh, hey," he purred. "You smell nice."

"Yeah? Well you smell like a fuckin' French hooker." She mouthed the words into his neck and didn't see how Leorajh's eyes flashed with recognition. Had he asked, she'd have told him freely; Lycanrocs were basically werewolves, and the slavering beast currently grinding its cock on his ass was the same unpleasant office lackey named Vanessa.

As recognition faded, a grin grew in its void. Leorajh pushed his bottom back into Vanessa and reached around her. He clutched her athletic ass in long, firm fingers. "I suppose I do," he dryly said. "Hold the escargot, but I can certainly be quite amorous."

"That's a nice way of sayin' you're slutty." She snickered with her lips against his jawline, prodding his cheek with her teeth. "Fuck dancing. I just want to stick it up your ass."

"Direct, aren't you?"

"What, you mind that or something? Look how you're dressed."

Leorajh bucked his wide rear back; Vanessa's cock further stuffed his skirt into the crack of his ass for an awkward but weirdly intimate feeling. "Not at all." His tone was even and disaffected in spite of his having been given a minor wedgie. In the fleeting, wide spectrum of light in the club, he surreptitiously tugged his skirt free of his pillowy cheeks. "Shall we go somewhere," he squeezed her bottom firmly, "a bit more private?"

"Let's fuck in the bathroom," said the Pokemon, her slavering tongue rubbing on Leorajh's neck as she spoke. "Bang you up against a grubby wall covered in phone numbers and dried pecker sauce."

"Not a chance I'm letting you push me against a piss-smeared wall in this outfit," Leorajh firmly said, albeit with a smirk on his face. "I know the perfect place. Nobody will see us."

--3

The girl was so profoundly in-character as a hulking, club-going dickbitch beast that Leorajh had begun to wonder if she actually was Vanessa, or if she just happened to smell the same and prefer the same euphemisms. You stink like a French hooker was one he'd heard before. Not often, but it happened.

Driving with her, glancing over and taking in peeks at her outfit under cones of pale orange streetlight, he acknowledged how much this persona was the antithesis to everything he understood about Vanessa. This red-furred creature with her muscles and mohawk and shredded black denim jeans looked more like something from an anti-drug PSA than the alter-ego of an icy office wench.

She reached down and scratched her cock. She looked noticeably uncomfortable in his little car (Leorajh, when pressed, coyly referred to it as economic, not little and noted that it was more than capable of getting the job done). Whether the car she was in was small or economic, it felt more like a kennel cage to her; she was squirming and huffing as though she were dying to rip off her clothes and nail something. Not far from the truth, I imagine, Leorajh thought.

Leorajh turned right at the next traffic light, went on a quarter-mile and pulled across a busy street into the parking lot of the mayor's administrative office. The Lycanroc took a look at the building, unfamiliar with its appearance at night, and then turned to Leorajh with narrow, leering eyes.

"Wh'kinda fucking joke is this?"

"It's where I work," Leorajh said patently, killing the engine and unbuckling his seat belt. "Janitor's done by now. Ten dollars makes him blind to after-hours antics if not." He winked, pulled up the leg of his skirt. In the pale blue light of the parking lot's overhead lamps, she could see his naked, modest genitals and the dramatic curve of his ass in profile. "If you don't still want this, I can take you back to the club..."

She grumbled, casting off her own seat belt. Its steel insert clattered on the window and slammed up into the plastic housing. "I'm gonna fuck you 'till you can't walk. Don't give half a shit where. Let's go."

He took her around back and through the service door. An unassuming key on his ring served as a master pass for much of the building. "This isn't such a bad place to work. Good benefits, a lovely view and Mayor Aura is very pleasant," he politely noted, leading her up into the main building. Lights were on in a few offices; blurry figures could be seen through frosted glass. Nobody caught them in the halls, and they moved along swiftly to Leorajh's office.

"Let's cut the shit," the Lycanroc grumbled. "You know who I am."

Leorajh was startled. He stumbled mid step and brought his foot down hard. "Well--, I guess I do now. I had started to think you were a different Lyc--, Lycanruff?"

"Lycanroc." She corrected him indignantly but smirked. "Lycanruff... you butthead."

The cat grinned and kissed her, following it up fast with a nip on the nose. "Watch it, you. I'm still your superior around here."

She grumbled something, letting herself be led further. They were a few paces from Leorajh's office when the mayor's door at the end of the hall squeaked on its hinges and started to swing out. Leorajh, with masterfully practiced skill, pulled Vanessa into the shadows of a small hall branching off of the main corridor. It led to the restrooms but presently was dark, as to be expected in an after-hours building.

Mumbles of conversation came closer. The two naughty employees listened as the voices became clearer and louder; Mayor Aura strolled past, casually holding the bicep of a tall and handsome fox with saber teeth like Leorajh and long, black hair. "Your place? Or how about my hotel?" he asked. "It's got a waterbed."

"Oh, those are hell on my back," Aura laughed. "My place, as usual... really, why do you even waste money on hotels, hm? It is not as if you spend any time away from me when you visit..."

They were almost out of earshot when a smooch - and then a gentle laugh - echoed up the hall. Leorajh and Vanessa waited ten seconds more, his pelvis pressed to hers, before stepping out and peeking after them. They were gone.

Finishing the short jog to Leorajh's office again, Vanessa chuckled, "Who's the hunk? I figured that icy bitch was asexual."

"Just some American singer," Leorajh noncommittally said, unlocking his door. "One of the perks of personally issuing entertainer's licenses."

Vanessa had never seen Leorajh's office. It was fair in size and tastefully decorated with a small oak desk and a high-backed office chair. One of those stiff and gaily-colored ergonomic chairs sulked in the corner. An undefined, small-leafed plant stood potted in another corner with a few spiderwebs strung between its lower branches, and a sexy fireman calendar hung on the wall.

Leorajh followed her eyes to the calendar as he undressed. Meeting her skeptical gaze afterward, he smiled and lied, "A little joke gift from a friend."

"Uh-huh."

The Lycanroc took a thoughtfully long look at the cat's naked breast. He was unbuttoning the skirt now. "Figured you'd have faggy pierced nipples," she admitted, smirking.

When the skirt fell, Leorajh braced his paws on his hips for a sassy posture. "Now, really, aren't nipple piercings just so tacky?"

In direct, wordless response and never taking her leering red eyes off of Leorajh's, Vanessa yanked up her black sports bra and let her fair, round tits fall free. Black barbells bookended her pink nipples. "C'mere," she growled, opening her fly without a moment of pause. "I bet you suck like a vacuum cleaner."

"One way of putting it," mused the cat, slinking closer. He licked his lip, continuing down his fang when he reached its perpendicular edge. Reaching out calmly, he pulled apart the denim flaps and exposed a bulge of cotton; Vanessa was wearing a jockstrap. Its crotch pouch was white, its colors saturated with some sweat. Leorajh sneered, reaching under the red waistband. "Cute jock," he remarked.

"They're supportive," she grunted. "And I headed straight from the gym to the club."

"I can tell from the stink," Leorajh teased, but he wasn't exactly lying. Moving as smoothly as ever, he knelt before her, pulling down the jock as he went. The Pokemon's thick sheath loomed in his view, a heavy ballbag hanging under it. Her white fur was dewy with sweat, thick with musk. Leorajh put the pad of his nose into the mouth of her sheath and bumped the peeking tip of her penis. Precum dribbled from it, smearing on his nose. He shuddered and reached around her, giving her hard bottom a squeeze.

"Watch it, bitch," Vanessa hissed. "Nothing goes near my asshole unless it's a tongue."

He snickered. "Just touching. No need to be so grumpy." And he thought with some amusement, even that macho singer guy seems to like it in the ass. You don't know what you're missing.

The Lycanroc laughed humorlessly. "Yeah? Well, touch less 'n suck more. I coulda dumped my nuts in your ass twice now if we'd just fucked in the club's bathroom like I wanted to."

Leorajh kissed her cock's pointed canine tip. He suckled it with teasing sweetness then wiggled his tongue against the divot. "Patience, patience... the sun doesn't come up for another four or five hours."

In spite of her grumbling, she was responding nicely to Leorajh's gentle ministrations. His kisses and licks had her growing out of her sheath at a fair pace, and the more her slick red rocket bared itself, the more Leorajh could lick and smooch it. She watched over his head, taking in the dramatic, feminine curve of his hips and the steady feline sway of his tail. It was relaxing... and relaxation was the last thing she wanted. "Cut that shit out."

"Mmmh?" Leorajh, nose against the underside of her penis, looked up past her small breasts. "I'm sorry?"

"You will be," she chuckled. She reached down and pushed him back gracelessly, using a palm on the middle of his forehead.

He hissed, splaying down his ears. His claws came out. It was nothing but a reflex; he sheathed them and looked up at her, rocking back on his knees.

"I'm tired of this slow shit," she said, ostensibly in an answer to his stare. Gripping her sheath, she pulled it down, tugging and wiggling it until the knot of her thick, red meat popped free. The mouth of her sheath hung slack behind it. Salty precum fell from the tip in ponderous drops.

They both stared in admiration of her fine canine cock. She tweaked one of her nipples and gave her knot a grope. "Bend over the desk."

Leorajh wasn't just admiring. He was doing a little mental calculation, comparing the size of that knot to the guessed diameter of his anus. The results he got back were worrisome, but he knew from the interoffice rumor mill that Aura's rockstar boytoy had an even bigger thing - and he intended to sit on that at some point. When the girl made her command, he smilingly uttered, "I'm sorry?"

"I said, bend over the fucking desk!" She had an enormous grin on her face, toothy and sinister. Her eyes seemed to glow in the dimness of the office. "I'm gonna lick your fat, faggoty ass until I hit your tonsils."

The cat grinned back, but it was a combination of nervousness and excitement. He rightly guessed there was some hyperbole in that promise, but who was he to complain if she wanted to try? He stood up and bent himself gracefully over his desk as he'd done before more times than he cared to recall at the moment. His tail, held high, swished back and forth with the steadiness of a metronome, though it curled and twisted during its rhythm. "Oh, be gentle, I'm a virgin," he teased.

"If you're a virgin," the were-bitch scoffed, dropping to her knees with a bump and grabbing his ass cheeks, "then I'm a well-adjusted young Catholic girl who doesn't have an eight-inch dick."

"I can measure a dick at a mere glance," Leorajh wryly boasted. He chose not to react when she pried apart his cheeks, though the rush of cool air across his pucker made his stiff penis twitch. "And that was seven at the most. Don't try to fool me."

Vanessa grunted, but there was a laugh buried in it. She pushed her sticky jowls into his asshole and forced upon it a wet smooch. She suckled the ring for a brief, intense moment then popped off of it. "Shut up, you sassy fuckin' fag. You this much of a bitch with everyone who bends you over?"

The cat couldn't stop himself from purring as Vanessa went to work. She tongued and smooched, peppering his delicate entrance with sordid gestures of affection. Drool held tight to his fur, threading through it, forming sticky webs which broke and took shape again with every slobbery slurp. Grinning wide and peering at the night skyline through his window, he murmured, "Only the ones who seem like a good time. It may shock you, but I can behave myself."

The suckles and smooches broke off sharply. "Bullshit," she spat, and went right back into her work. She raked her blunt dogclaws down his ass and thighs, leaving ruts in the fur, red marks in the flesh.

"Nnh, gawd." Leorajh winced, rising to the tips of his toes. "It's tru-u-ue... and I'll tell you what else is true: nobody's ever rimmed me like this."

Vanessa assumed there was some exaggeration there, and perhaps there was, since Leorajh was an experienced office slut, but he sincerely couldn't recall a rimjob quite as savage as that one. Slobber ran down his backsack, sticking to his inner thighs and dripping off onto the carpet. Where Vanessa came up short on finesse, she wallowed in excess.

She was so involved in her slobbery work that she didn't take the time to discredit the cat. She crushed her lips harder against him, the pad of her nose grinding just above his anus. Her nostrils flared wide as she sucked in his scent, which was demure but unmistakably present. A little anal musk was always present no matter how hygienic the subject was. Vanessa kept to herself that she preferred her partners on the more unkempt side. Leorajh's feminine curves and office bicycle attitude more than made up for a lack of smells.

A deep, throaty rumble welled up in the Lycanroc's throat. She dragged her lips against his anus and formed another sucking seal on it, then popped them off, causing the big cat to gasp and arch his spine. Vanessa kept her lips to his asshole a moment longer. She clutched his cheeks, making them dimple and spill around her fingers. Once she pulled back her snout, fat twin runners of slobber linked her jowls to his winking pucker before falling away. She wiped her lips off on the back of her arm and sniggered.

"Christ," Leorajh puffed, his eyes dreamy. "I can't even think of anything clever to say. That was so good."

The sabertooth left his chin resting on his forearms, giving him the quality of a lazy daydreamer as Vanessa stood and mounted him. She was brusque and efficient, bumping the pointed tip of her shaft into his slobbered pucker immediately. She took no time to admire how it winked and throbbed against her penis; she was past appreciating the state she had left Leorajh in. All she wanted was to bury the bone.

"Are you gonna--?" Leorajh began to ask, cut off when the Lycanroc pushed her hips forward. Her pointed tip speared him open, gouging snug pink flesh easily with its shape. The penetration, with its speed and brutality, ended his words with a squeak. The prostrate sound made Vanessa cackle with wicked laughter.

"Yeah, I'm gonna," she snapped, not knowing what he wanted to say, not caring that they were supposed to be sneaky and quiet. She ground it in, pushing and bucking that seven or eight inches of perfect dogdick inexorably deeper into Leorajh. Her knot heaved closer to his asshole in jerks and starts.

A high noise of mingled pleasure and mild discomfort welled up in Leorajh, whistling from his lips as a reedy note. He reached across the surface of the desk, gripped its edge, dug his nails into the trim. "Ooh, gawd," he wheezed, letting a grin tug up the corners of his mouth. His golden eyes shimmered with tears that didn't quite come. Leorajh was too much of an experienced whore to let a little rough intercourse make him cry.

Evil, naughty sniggers and growls rumbled out of Vanessa's slack jaws. Her long, wet tongue pendulumed like a locket on a necklace, kept in motion with her jerks and bucks just like her bouncing breasts. Her heavy dogcock slid in and out, in and out, gliding on layers of drool and precum but moving with ferociousness. Her balls, those heavy things in eggshell-white fur, dangled low from the heat of her body and swatted with remarkable consistency against Leorajh's smaller, tighter ballbag.

Vanessa squeezed Leorajh's plush hips. Soft fur and pliant flesh compressed under her fingers; she could feel the throb of his heartbeat which was quick, racing as if he were running in a marathon. She drew in her tongue and noisily licked her chops, making her jowls shine. "Ugh, fu-u-uck, I figured you'd be loose enough I could just shove my fist in." She laughed unpleasantly, sliding her masculine paws up his back and over his flanks. They settled around his ribs where she dug in her fingers again.

Leorajh, wincing as ever from a combination of pains and pleasures, inelegantly bucked his thick bottom back and said, "Fists aren't nearly--, ah, god... not nearly loving enough to go inside of anybody, thank you very much."

"Joking anyway," the Lycanroc snorted. "If I stick my fist in you, it's too easy to get the knot inside of you after that."

The bucking and fucking went on and on, Vanessa's hard but feminine body moving with a lack of grace that was peculiarly elegant in its own rotten way. She reached around him again, fingers scraping up his back to the protrusions of his shoulder blades. She shoved down on them with all her weight, slamming him into the desk and taking the wind from his lungs.

"Owww, watch it...!" Leorajh groused. "Hmph, tell someone they can fuck you... give them an inch and they take a mile..."

"Shaddup, kitty," Vanessa said, almost howling with her evil laughter. Any and all stealth had been completely abandoned. She was bearing down on him with everything she had. Her knot ground into him with its bulbous bulk, threatening his delicate anus with its apple-sized girth. Pushing against him gave the cat pleasure, undermined though it was by his (very reasonable) fear of the knot, but grinding wasn't doing a thing for her.

Dirty, stupid mumblings passed Vanessa's lips. She was drooling into his hair, digging bloodless trenches in his flesh with her claws. Every wince and grunt from his sissy lips was lovingly heard and appreciated, but only in the most absent way. She was close to her orgasm and absolutely needed to push that knot home where it belonged.

Leorajh, with his body compressed against his desk and his paws hanging over the edge and his little pink cock rubbing on the smooth oak, couldn't put into words how happy he was with Vanessa's true self. If every icy bitchqueen who came through those double-doors was secretly a sassy were-beast with a fat, greasy dick and a stockpile of musk and slobber, the world would have been better for it, he thought. But he was content to just have Vanessa, and he tried (uselessly, but the effort was the important part) to push his bottom back for her.

"Get that knot in me already," he bleated, so unlike himself that even he was surprised. "Fuck, you're teasing me so much... I do the teasing around here."

"I'm not fucking trying to tease you, slut!" Vanessa snapped. "I'm trying to fucking knot you!"

Vanessa was shoving and grinding and bucking, working that knot against Leorajh's swollen pucker, making every attempt to force her knot into an orifice not only designed exclusively as an exit, but certainly not made for such enormous blunt objects. The deck was stacked against her, but a were-bitch who flipped between spitefully cold and perpetual partying was generally used to life being difficult by nature. She kept going.

All of that shoving and grinding paid off. It always did. Vanessa had never once failed to tie the knot when she was in a position to do so, and her spotless record continued when that fat, red bulk of hers popped into Leorajh, gouging him violently before slipping in deeper and resting safely behind the delicate orifice of his asshole.

There was no way for Leorajh to mistake the knot for anything else, and he was not modest or proud when it happened. He groaned and arched his spine in spite of the Pokemon's muscular weight holding him down, and those tears waiting as a sheen on his eyes finally started to fall. But he kept some of his grace, emitting only a tiny whine, following it with a deep and shuddering moan. His fingers clenched and released arrhythmically on the edge of the desk. His toes curled and opened similarly.

"Oh, good fuckin' Jesus Christ," Vanessa gushed. She tittered unreal, creepy laughter, easing her paws off of Leorajh's shoulders, putting her elbows on the desk. Her tits rubbed on the cat's shoulder blades, putting something soft on the fresh ruts. She panted into his ears, making them flit, and she came into his ass almost like an afterthought, blasting gooey jets of semen into him for a thick and nearly complete coating of his inner walls.

"Fuck... fuck," Leorajh whispered. "Mmm, I love being knotted, but I hate being knotted."

Vanessa snickered. "I love everything about it, don't be such a bitch." She slurped his ear obnoxiously and ignored his annoyed hiss. "Did you squirt too?"

"Not yet," he murmured, reaching back, swatting at her face in reflex. "Do you think you could--?"

That request and the cuteness of its tone cracked and fell away when the doorknob clattered with the sound of a key being worked into it. Before either the cat or the Pokemon could make a futile effort to get decent or hide under the desk, the door opened, casting a rectangle of light across the Lycanroc's heaving back.

Mayor Aura looked in, smiling pleasantly. Her expression turned to one of mild surprise, and then a grin.

Her rockstar friend stuck his head in over her shoulder. The smile on his face wouldn't have been out of place on the Cheshire Cat. "Nice ass, baby. Are you busy tomorrow?" Aura shoved him out of the doorway by his snout, never changing countenance.

"Well then," Aura said, blase. "I suppose I need not ask how you two are getting along."

"Nnno, I suppose not," Leorajh mumbled. "Did you need something, miss Mayor?"

Vanessa was noticeably tongue-tied. "Um. Uh. Hey, uh, hello," she muttered, not looking back.

"Hello, Vanessa, I hope you are doing well this evening," Aura politely said. "Leorajh - yes, actually. I was just looking for my spare apartment key. It seems I have misplaced mine."

The lion started to tell her which drawer the spare was in when the wolf cut him off with a chuckle and said, "Actually, I think I can just stay in Kahnso's hotel room tonight. You seem rather busy. Goodnight, Leorajh."

She shut the door, ending the conversation then and there. Vanessa waited all of five seconds before she shifted on Leorajh and licked his ear again. This time he successfully swatted her with the backs of his fingers. Even though she was grinning, she groused, "I never got to tell that singer dude I'm free tomorrow."

"I'll call Mayor Aura and have her tell him," Leorajh said, his tone a rising and teasing one, building up to an obvious but.

Far from stupid, Vanessa grinned and asked the obvious: "Yeah, if I do what?"

"Oh, nothing too difficult," he purred, tail coiling around her middle. "It involves your tongue... and your paws. I think you'll even enjoy it."

Leorajh was right about that. And as he was being right about it, enjoying her slobbery tongue and her rough paws, he found himself wondering what would happen when two barbarically dominant creatures got each other naked. The results, he decided, would be great water cooler banter for months to come.