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"What about cuck stuff?"

A snort from behind, the lanky sheep not bothering to look up from his computer. "Too mainstream. The normies got to it on twitter and fucked the life out of the word. Lost its punch. You into that?"

A shrug from the red-furred wolf, also too engrossed in his screen to be polite. "Kinda. I don't jerk off to someone fucking my girl."

"What about that thing with the dragon?"

A wad of paper left a nonexistent crater as it crashed against his desk.

"Fuck off."

"Heh, soft spot? You know those are the ones that make you tickle the best."

"Only with the right touch, faggot. Besides, I'd rather be the one making him watch as I breed his girl, you know me."

A light tap at the door, and both the Maned Wolf and the Sheep's heads quickly turned to face the intruder. Kane from the next office stood in the door, his skunk of a dog face looking directly into the headlights. "Um...gentlemen...you are aware this is an office space, right? And there's a certain degree of profess-"

"Are we in an office, Tuchi?" The wolf looked up and around at the bare, white walls of their shared space, imagining a nice anime poster or pinup in every space of wall not already containing an anime poster or pinup.

The sheep, Tuchi, was also looking around theatrically, checking inside his waste bin and under his tablet. "Are we? I thought we were in the bar! And I must say, Trav, the service here is terrible! I ordered my Mimosa an hour ago!" He gestured angrily at Kane, waving his empty, also nonexistent glass at the scared middle manager.

"A mimosa!?" Trav gasped, utterly horrified. "You brought us all the way out here for big-girl fruit juice! Have some goddamn pride!" He turned to the even more terrified poor excuse for a Kane. "How dare you serve us exactly what he ordered! I didn't ask for whiskey on the rocks and I want it now!"

"Gentlemen, please just lower-"

"I WILL YELP REVIEW YOU INTO A SHALLOW GRAVE, BOY!" Tuchi roared, and Kane ran away like the squeaky little beta he had to look at in the mirror every night before brushing his teeth and masturbating to disgustingly vanilla porn like the virgin he is.

The two cleared their throats, and returned to their work, back to back at their respective desks. Trav adjusted the collar of his shirt before returning to typing out the script for the latest issue, scanning over a neat pile of bar napkin notes with a pinup of Jenna from Balto on his second monitor to keep him motivated. Tuchi was furiously swiping the stylus over the surface of his tablet, working on picking out color palettes from preliminary sketches with one hand while the other was wrapped firmly around the cold, unyielding plastic crotch of his well-loved Bowser Amiibo, sitting proudly next to him and taking his abuse like a dinosaur lizard dragon.

"Why do you think people love that shit so much?" Trav called over his shoulder as he saved for the thousand time this sentence I mean really if he wasn't so afraid of losing his data he'd have been on page 3 by now he's such a

"What, cuck? Fuck if I know. Shit pisses me off," Tuchi grunted, scratching his crotch slightly. Acapulco swim trunks under slacks was not the best idea. "Fucking 13 year olds who don't even have everything dropped throwing it around, like Jesus fucking-"

"No, not that." Trav turned around, all of his mane of hair reluctantly following. "The idea of it, throwing around such a word like that? Something meant to be so gross, so distasteful, but something people fucking love? Why do we do this to ourselves?"

"Transgression!" Tuchi proclaimed, waving his paw in the air like he just don't care savage queen slay or something gay like that. "People love it. people love the drama, love pissing each other off. In a world where things are getting more and more unacceptable to say or do, we just want to keep making people scream and shit their britches."

"Fair enough," a smirk from the wolf. "Sex and death, the lot of it. Maybe that'll sell the next issue? People love a good sinking ship, don't they?"

"That they do, Cinnamon." Tuchi turned around in his chair, rising to his feet and rubbing what would be a chin were it not for all that fucking wool. "Let's introduce new characters, something to really rattle the new protag's bones." He snapped his fingers. "What about...a couple...let's make 'em gay."

"Appropriate!"

A knowing smile.

"Well, what's their damage, Tuch?"

"They...they've got no parents."

"Boring."

"And they hate each other."

"Less boring. Do they fuck?"

"Sure!"

"Eh...then Tumblr starts cutting themselves over it."

"Wait...no...they get off...by hurting each other."

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Trav's eyes lit up. "Give it to me."

"And...they're in the shell of a town...because they burned everyone up!"

Trav made a muffled seal mating call and waved his paw furiously, scribbling notes with the other. "Fuckin' gimme...gimme more, you fucking cunt."

"Yeah! They're two greasy, ugly, queer piles of shit who cut each other and hurt the world for fun!"

A less muffled seal ejaculation noise. "God...yes...but then what? We'll hopefully get prosecuted by then, but how do we beat that?"

Tuchi snorted, throwing up his arms and shouting, eyes full of life. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We could go so much worse! We'll have the protagonist cheat on his plucky, wholesome girlfriend with a bar slut!"

Trav left the notebook behind, facing Tuchi with no less fire in his stance. "A bar slut...no...a prostitute, a crippled prostitute."

Tuchi starts stepping forward, Trav advancing as well. "She pulls a Bad Dragon out and fucks him after he fucks her."

"And he helps her shoot speed into her fucking clit."

"He doesn't realize she's dead until after the morning nookie."

"Dead and pregnant."

"And his mother."

"And she gives him corpse AIDS."

"That she got from a priest."

"After he fucked the neighborhood stray."

"Kiss me."

"Shut up."

The two's chairs went flying as they both crashed together, lips and tongues slapping and swiping hungrily as they tore at each other's clothes. Pristine white shirts were torn apart, and their thick-furred chests pressed together as they gorged on each other. Blind paws groped and molested each other until the first zipper gave, and a thick, chocolatey treat popped free to bat Trav's wrist. They both gasped, pulling apart, the wolf eying dessert with hunger.

Tuchi smirked, voice squeaky and prepubescent. "Nurse, it tingles down there. Am I sick?"

Trav snarled as he got on his knees took the sheep to the base, sputtering noisily and spraying spit all over his wooly bush. He pushed in deep, nose tickling the soft flesh as he tongued his treat and suckled hungrily, tail wagging whorishly behind him. He pulled off with a gasp, feverishly pumping the shaft as he messily tongued the dark pair of thick, heavy balls.

"Mmph-If I do-_slurp-_good, will I-_mmmm-_pass Chemistry-_ulp­-_Mr. Richards?"

A pulse from the fuzzy orbs and a grunt of wooly pleasure, and a dollop of pre gave the wolf a soul patch. Trav looked up and made a big slow of slowly licking the treat off the tip before he stood up with a snarl, thrusting his hips forward demandingly. With a drunken snigger, Tuchi dived down, tearing open the wolf's slacks. Furry lips closed, and he immediately started bobbing his head roughly up and down as Trav groaned and ruffled his mess of headfur.

"Good girl...lap up all the peanut butter..."

A muffled snicker, and Tuchi paused from his meal. "Isn't that your job, mutt?" he snorted, before kissing down to the knot.

"MMPH!" Trav couldn't hide a good, hard moan. "Fuck...fuck you, I'm purebred. Now turn that ass around and I'll show you what that means."

Tuchi's tongue was almost long enough to curl around the knot. Who'd have guessed? "Learned well from the heifers, did you, cowgirl?"

"And the bulls too. Saddle up."

Tuchi stepped out of his slacks and turned around, resting his bellows on his desk and face pressed to his kaleidoscope of a project, brown cottonballs of an ass primed and ready. The sheep sashayed his hips and ran a paw over his thin frame, before gripping a cheek sensually as he lifted his little tail just right to beckon his stallion.

"Make me a mommy."

"You fucking idiot," Trav snickered, splattering the little tail end with a heavy load of spit, Tuchi moaning like a color-inverted Shirley Temple. A cinnamon thumb lovingly swirled the load over the cute pucker in a sea of brown, fingerpainting pleasure on and inside the sheep and bringing a wave of drool from the canine. Silky dribbled trailed down the forest of bush from his taint to his pre-sampled balls. Hips pressed to cheeks, giving Trav the delightful sensation of fucking his nana's Christmas sweater. So fucking warm, and a little push primed his rocket for launch. A groan, slow shifting, and a low sigh. Trav's thick, pointed cocktip gliding smoothly inside the ring of warm fle-

"Hang on, let me save this."

Mission aborted?

"Are you fucking serious?"

"The layout's due Friday, man."

"Fine."

Trav stood there, arms crossed and dick in halfway through the door as Tuchi quickly tapped a few keys, muttering to himself.

"And make a note for me...I need to up the saturation."

"You're always upping the fucking saturation.

"Vivid is stark, you whore."

"Quit trying to suck Lisa Frank's floppy tits already, the 90s are over."

"At least Lisa Frank has a bigger cock than you."

"Anne Geddes' subjects could crawl into you."

"All right, I saved."

"Good."

And with a heavy grunt, Trav grabbed Tuchi by the hips and buried his cock deep inside.

The pair exploded with loud groans, the wolf wasting no time in devouring his prey. He sank his claws into Tuchi's hide, thrusting like a bull into his heifer indeed. Tuchi replied in kind, rolling his hips up and against Trav's thrusts, before starting to push back himself, not content with a life of being a fleshlight.

"You know, you're really bad at being straight?" Tuchi grunted and winced out, And Trav replied with a playful spank drawing forth a less playful yelp.

"And you're bad at carrying a foal, dial back that damn metabolism and get some hips." Trav dug in with his claws and worked harder, their gasps and groans mixing with chortling, stupid laughter. Their respective facefucking left them both delightfully slick, surging warm pleasure from eartip to hoof.

A particularly hard thrust forced Tuchi forward, crashing his face into his workstation, drawing a bleat of protest and a kick of his leg that nearly hobbled the wolf.

"Fuck, let me get my face out of this goddamn keyboard!"

A snarl and a bleat, and Trav reluctantly pulled out, allowing Tuchi to slip over, shoving unloved and expensive electronics away to make room for all the gay. He grinned, lifting his legs like Daddy like, and Trav grinned as he gave his boy a booster shot, sliding all the way back in. Trav fucked even harder than before, battering the sheep's cheeks with an aching knot. Tuchi's own shaft throbbed and leaked, matting their fur with cum and sweat, the room hot with the pulsing of life and sex. The sheep grinned up at the wolf, licking his lips and whispering...

"Fuck me, daddy."

And that was it, a flash of white fangs, and the two's muzzles were locked, fucking each other's muzzles harder than anything below the belt. Trav rammed himself in while Tuchi milked his own cock, their hips jerking to meet each other. The wall cracked as the desk was repeatedly thrown against the plaster, and the desk itself creaked with each brutal thrust.

No one topped, no one bottomed. No one queer was taking it. The pair fucked each other.

It was too much, too wrong. They continued to gasp and groan and shout at each other, from cries of utter pleasure to cruel insults to every possible word one cannot say on television. Each slap of Trav's balls against Tuchi's asshole brought forth a new curse, something else to echo through the entire building. Every innocent man, woman, and child was left forever changed, sexuality never the same. With any luck there was at least one honest, hardworking male on the sidewalk outside, devoted to his wife and children, who would now have no choice but to stick his cock through a greasy glory hole in a 7-11 five years from now and ruin his life with a positive Gonorrhea test. And it would be absolutely fucking beautiful.

"Have you been a good boy, son?!"

He was close, face flushed and fangs dangerously bared, drool dribbling from his open maw and hanging tongue to be promptly absorbed by his hump's fur. Tuchi wasn't much better, little strings pulsing from him at every rough, abusive knead of his meat.

"So good!" Tuchi yelled, wrapping his legs around Trav's waist, trying to keep him forced inside. "So good, daddy! I'm such a good boy!"

The wolf snarled and throbbed heavily, a little pulse of warmth bringing a little coo of pleasure from both, and immediately the pressure in their respective middles turned into an ache, crashing toward an awful, gross, amazing finale.

"CUM FOR DADDY!"

"BREED ME, PAPA!"

One more heavy thrust, and a pop, and Trav sank neatly inside Tuchi's well-abused hole. Two yells, loud enough to echo, and it got everywhere. Trav's load leaked out, not quite corked by a fat knot. Tuchi's load pumped from his long, raw member, making pretty patterns in his shirt, on his chest, and on his cracked screen.

"Think we can handle transgressive, Trav?"

"I think we're pretty good at it, Tuchi."

A chuckle.

"You gonna tuck me in now, daddy?"

"Sure will, little man. Daddy's so proud of you."

They moved their lips in for another kiss, before a noise cut them off. Sounding eerily like a startled spectator dropping something in the doorway. Sure enough, when they turned their heads to the door, they found just that! The door hung wide open, perfectly framing the sight of Kane, standing there utterly dumbfounded, monochrome fur poorly hiding a bright blush.

"Yeah...I've got to say...well, I need to inform you gentlemen that...well, you're absolutely fired for...well...you can probably tell why. You...you need to vacate by sev-"

Less than 5 minutes later, the door was shut and locked, the sounds of grunts and muffled cries firmly sealed away in their cozy little office. The two had found an end table just perfect to prop their almost-boss on, and they each were happily indulging themselves on each end. Tuchi forcefully fucked the monochrome dog's broad muzzle, forcing his whiskers and nose to mesh with the soft wool of his pubes. Trav hungrily bred the soft bitch's adorable virgin-tight hole, rearing up to throw a littler inside. The hapless husky was passing the time between the two reconsidering his life choices, wondering if this made him gay, and trying not to moan. He also wondered whether he remembered to check the mailbox that morning, oddly enough.

"Think he's been needing a Daddy?" Trav asked, slapping his balls against Kane's fuzzy sac.

A very loud moan of protest.

"I'd say so! That particular gulp was full of paternal longing," Tuchi replied, ramming his own into Kane's slightly less fuzzy chin.

"Well, we can't both be his daddy. We can't give the SJW's their ammunition."

"Let's compromise...how about, I be Uncle Tuchi!"

"Perfect! You have 'bad touch' written all over you! Guess I'm Daddy Trav!"

"Absolutely perfect indeed!"

And the pair kissed sweetly as they double teamed Kane into the sunset.

*The End.

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