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Mayor Aura sat back in her chair, her weight impelling it into a long creak. A less modest person might have said that she's really let herself go, but to her employees, her close friends, and her rockstar beau whose star-shaped emblem she wore around her neck, she was deliciously thick. Only her chair, with its tired gas cylinder and faded wood, seemed to complain of her size.

Across from her, appearing uncomfortable in the small and stiff economy chair opposite the desk, was Aura's newest prospective employee. To Aura's private amusement, she was a Pokemon; she teased her chief of staff often about his affinity for them, though as Aura admitted to herself, he chose only the best-qualified for the positions he filled.

Aura had never seen a Goodra before, let alone in person and up close. She was stricken by the sheer size of the Pokemon, whom stood nearly seven feet high. A pretty face at the end of a very long neck looked at her with features both alert and astute, but her eyes were soft little gems behind thin, silver glasses which wouldn't have looked out of place on a librarian.

Of course Aura's experienced eyes had perused the rest of the Goodra both on her way into the office and as she sat down now, obediently quiet as she waited for the interview to commence. She was thick in the hips, fat in the ass, plump in the tits - all of these proportions Mayor Aura could get behind, figuratively and literally. The slutty secretary outfit with its low-cut blouse and wickedly high skirt didn't hurt the Goodra's chances one bit.

Lacing her fingers over her belly, Aura cracked a smile and killed some tension. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Whitings," she amicably began. "Leorajh tells me you are quite qualified to be our weekend secretary, is that right?"

Miss Whitings, named Virginia on her license and Ginny to all she met, leaned forward eagerly. The view down into her cleavage was awe-inspiring; Aura noted mentally that the Goodra lacked the distinctive slime of her species. "I should hope so, Mayor Aura," she said, a midwestern American accent all but suppressed into cold neutrality. Aura, whom had once striven for such tonelessness but had since begun to indulge herself in a mildly Australian speech pattern at times of ease, found her efforts endearing. "I've met with Miss Powell - your current secretary? She believes I have all the qualifications and skills needed. She told me she'd feel comfortable trusting me with her post on the weekends."

Aura leaned forward, gazing briefly into Ginny's cleavage. She quickly looked up, meeting the Goodra's eyes. "Miss Powell is quite picky. That is very high praise from her," the wolf said, and concluded by chuckling. "But you must understand, Miss Whitings - this is a highly desirable position. You are far from the only applicant."

Surprising Aura, the Pokemon began to grin. Her eyelids sank, hanging like half-drawn curtains over the gleaming emeralds of her eyes. Less noticeable than her game face was the muck beginning to form between her pillowy breasts. It began as merely a shine not unlike sweat, but it thickened even as she sat, slowly oozing from her cleavage like the filling of a pastry. "And I suppose I have to grease your palm if I want to improve my chances, Mayor Aura?"

The wolf laughed. It was a pretty, jolly sound, muffled somewhat by her palm over her muzzle. "Oh, no, Miss Whitings."

"Please call me Ginny, Mayor Aura."

"Of course." Aura smiled. "But no." She shook her head, two-toned hair bobbing, full of bounce and as airy as hair could possibly be. "It's not my palm you need to grease," the wolf slyly explained, losing the prim austerity of her voice, letting a bit of Aussie into her tones.

Aura believed in hands-on, show-don't-tell examples in many situations. She stood up from her chair; its gas cylinder chuffed in relief and the seat rose an inch. Striding around her desk, eyes never leaving the Pokemon, Aura put herself between Ginny and her wide oak desk. The smile on her face cracked into a narrow, toothy grin as she pulled up her conservative black skirt, exposing magnificently fat thighs, but more importantly red panties with a distinctly male bulge in them.

The Goodra's smile turned lopsided. She started to unbutton the sleazy blouse, more and more slippery cleavage bared by the second. "A penis, hmm? And here I thought I was the only woman in this office who had one."

"You too?" Aura asked, surprised. And she thought rather dryly, that would explain why Leorajh picked her so quickly.

Ginny smiled thinly, a rosy blush adding hue to her cheeks. With the undoing of the last button, her heavy and slimy breasts relaxed apart from one another. She wore no bra; her purple nipples were stark against her lavender hide, though presently unaroused. "I try to make up for it with my other assets."

The Goodra mashed her tits together with her forearms, framing them like so. She looked coquettishly at Aura, the smile still firm on her pretty face. "What do you think, Mayor Aura?"

"I think I'm looking at two very compelling reasons to hire you," Aura teased. She was still standing before Ginny with her skirt pulled up, but now she leaned back, letting her generous bottom rest on the desk's edge. "I'll admit, I'm curious about the... the slime," she murmured, as if trying to broach the topic of a zit on her forehead. "Is it...?"

Ginny had heard all of the questions so many times that she considered carrying business cards with FAQs on them. She slipped from her chair, knelt, touched the wolf's thighs with clean hands. In a quick and even tone of voice, she recited: "It has no smell, it doesn't stain, its consistency is somewhere between K-Y jelly and Jell-O and it makes a fantastic lubricant." Up went her hands until her knuckles brushed the soft fabric of Aura's panties. The Pokemon's tail swished in the air. "Safe to eat, although I'm not sure you'd want to anyway," she added with a laugh. "That answer your questions?"

"And then some," Aura said, smiling. She touched Ginny's cheek, just a sweet caress. "Would you care to keep up the boss-employee charade or shall we do this as equals?"

Ginny paused, considering. She licked her lips, then hooked a thumb into the groin of Aura's panties. As she tugged them down and Aura's black cock sprang free, already semi-hard, Ginny smiled again. "I'd like to keep doing it," she admitted. "Kinda gets me going."

The wolf's touch trailed higher. She teased along one of the long antennae atop Ginny's head. This seemed to be a highly arousing touch to the Pokemon whom huffed, cupping Aura's scrotum suddenly in a palm which began to secrete slime. Aura bit her lip, staring down past her bust and the locket which lay on its curve. "I believe in meeting the needs of my employees," the wolf said, her tone genial as though she were consenting to the addition of a wheelchair ramp. But her smile turned sly, the shrewd look of a businesswoman on the cusp of closing a deal, and she asked in a tone somehow both cordial and sultry, "Is this all you have to offer me, Miss Whitings?"

"Hardly," came Ginny's retort, and she leaned nearer, tail swaying. Slime fell from its tip, leaving minute spots in the carpeting. Aura's first response was to wince, but she decided to trust the Goodra's claim that her secretions really didn't stain fabrics. "If I might be so bold, Mayor Aura," the Pokemon began as she bumped her nose into the curve of Aura's balls, "I believe - as pejorative as the term tends to be - that a little butt-kissing goes an extremely long way towards showing a possible employer how serious one is."

Aura's smile grew wider and lopsided. This was one of her tells. Her teeth showed on one side and a blush made her cheeks glow. Precum dribbled from her uncircumcised meat, resting atop Ginny's head. Though she was fat, she lifted a leg with grace not unlike a dancer. She bent it at the knee, resting it on the surface of her desk. The coffee cup which said NO WORDS, ONLY COFFEE with her cheap pens in it tipped over when her heel bumped it. "I can quite appreciate what it is you're saying," she cooed.

Ginny's nose found the pucker of Aura's anus. Neither shy or subtle, the Goodra slurped its pink flesh, laying down a smear of saliva distinct from her slime.

Reflexive shudders raced up Aura's spine and she leaned heavily on her desk, making its solid oak creak like a house settling at the end of a humid, hot day. She chewed her lower lip firmly, leaving indentations in it as Ginny's licks and laps cut through the recirculated air of the office. "Mmm, yes," Aura said, her cadence not that of a woman receiving a fine rimjob but an entrepreneur thoughtfully weighing a business proposition. "You make a very strong case for yourself, Miss Whitings."

The Goodra touched Aura's behind. It was so thick and apparent that to not fondle it was unthinkable. Even as Aura leaned against the desk, parting her cheeks horizontally across its edge, she was curved and warm. Ginny drew a breath, sucking in the smell of the mayor's balls, taint, anus. It disappointed her how antiseptic Aura seemed to be. She thought when she'd seen that the mayor was plump that perhaps the wolf had a little sweat and smell, but in fact the opposite was true; Aura had grown all the more meticulous about her hygiene as the needle on her scale tipped more and more to the right. It was only in the presence of her beau that she let herself begin to sweat, and even then it was for his sake and not her own. Aura liked to be clean.

Ginny was disappointed, but she prided herself on being easy to please. Even clean and smelling faintly of shampoo, Aura was sexually thrilling to the Goodra. She pushed her smooth lips against the wolf's anal entrance, giving a kiss to Aura's pucker. Then came the tongue, wiggling and prodding like a clumsy finger. Aura's toes curled in her heels. She put all her weight on the desk and threw back her head as though to howl at the moonless sky, her hair whipping like a bat's wing through the air. But instead of a howl, she huffed and nearly hissed through her pursed lips.

Aura understood as Ginny poked and pushed that her present goal had nothing to do with a rimjob. Her prospective employee (let's not be silly now, this girl is as good as hired so long as this is at least a weekly occurrence) was trying to tonguefuck her. Aura had read somewhere that the tongue was the strongest muscle in the body; maybe her lover had given her that factoid before or after a particularly enthralling kiss? She was unsure of when she'd heard it, but as the Goodra achieved sloppy penetration with firm, slow stabs of her tongue, Aura felt like the myth had some merit.

The wolf gazed down again, past her heaving breasts. Her penis was now a swollen ebon rod dribbling between the Goodra's antennae as if it were a spigot in need of tightening. Aura dared to touch herself, masturbating with temperance, wishing not to let her paw get out of control. Butt-kissing employees were her weakness, and the harder Ginny tongued her, the harder it was for Aura to resist temptation.

Ginny touched her swollen cock through the dark fabric of her skirt and soft purple panties, the latter stained with precum and the former certainly soon to be. It mattered little since her palm was full of ooze as though she'd squeezed a honeycomb. It smeared colorlessly and odorlessly into her skirt, forced through the fabric by her groping digits.

Of all the parts of her which could secrete, her genitals were not among them. Covering her clothed crotch in her natural goo had a peculiarly arousing effect on her, and she packed her short snout harder into the wolf's fat bottom. Her tongue could go no deeper, but her nose ground into Aura's perineum where the fur was at its thinnest.

Raindrops began to tap against Aura's windows and the wolf turned her head thoughtfully toward the sound. It was just enough of a distraction to break her concentration on the Goodra's present work. "All right, Miss Whitings," tutted Aura, gingerly putting down her elevated leg. The Goodra withdrew slowly and reluctantly. Aura's pucker and the fur around it remained slick with drool. "You've certainly proven what an ass-kisser you can be."

Rocking back on her knees, Ginny smiled up at Mayor Aura. She pulled up her skirt by its hem and showed the bowed tent of her panties. "I try very hard, miss mayor. How else can I show you my qualifications?"

Aura chuckled as she sat on the edge of her desk again. She made a point of opening her blouse, and she popped the clasp of her bra. Great red cups fell to the wayside, spilling chubby breasts with pert, pink nipples staring down and to opposite sides like lazy eyes.

"Lovely tits, Mayor Aura," Ginny purred.

"Thank you, Miss Whitings," Aura answered, nearly beaming in her smile. "A fine pair you have yourself."

Ginny smiled back with but a hint of sheepishness. She stood, allowed herself the briefest of stretches, and then pulled down her panties in one hand and lifted her skirt hem in the other. Aura's eyes fell on the Goodra's penis, a meaty thing of ten inches, give or take, and it jutted so largely from Ginny's pelvis that it held up her skirt which draped around it like a cowl. Her scrotum was of matching proportions, its flesh snug and smooth, devoid of wrinkles.

"Tell me, Miss Whitings," said Aura in her even and diplomatic tone of voice, "have you impressed my Chief of Staff, Leorajh, in this manner?"

Ginny chuckled deviously. "Yes I did, miss mayor. I impressed him for most of an afternoon, and mostly over his desk. Oh, he was very impressed. You can tell from his walk."

Aura laughed. It was not an uncontrolled reaction of wild guffaws, instead more of a noblewoman's chuckling, but for Aura it was quite a hearty spell. She was still bringing herself to heel, covering her mouth demurely, when Ginny pressed up close and forced her great, smooth, slimy breasts into the wolf's belly. Her long neck put her face nearly even with Aura's. She chanced a kiss on the mayor's lips and found it returned lightly.

"Very forward," said Aura lowly. "I like that."

A little laugh shook Ginny's body. She pushed more snugly into Aura, flattening her breasts out somewhat. Slime smeared into Aura's fur, reminding the wolf of something like hair gel. "Leorajh told me you appreciate when employees take the initiative."

Now Aura kissed the Goodra. Her kiss was as soft as the first, but the mere fact that it was she who made it surprised and impressed Ginny. She kissed Aura back timidly. "Giving you insider information, was he? That would explain why you've known how to push all my buttons..."

"To be honest, miss mayor, I think I would have eaten you out anyway." Ginny bumped her nose to Aura's, winked, kissed her again. She bent her knees and dragged her immense bust down Aura's chubby belly.

The mayor said nothing, but her crocodile smile gave it all away. Her tail swayed and swished, not quite wagging but close to it, yet it finally did begin to wag (if only briefly) when her aching, dark meat met the bottom of Ginny's cleavage. The Goodra hugged her breasts together with her forearms, forcing slime between them to ooze down across Aura's penis. The sudden coating of body-temperature lubrication sent a shiver down Aura's spine; the slow entry into the Pokemon's dark, slick cleavage sent another.

Ginny allowed herself a titter. She peered up at Aura's flushed face and the titter became a laugh. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, Mayor Aura. I know I mentioned it earlier, but you wouldn't believe what a great lubricant the slime is."

Aura gnawed her jowl, leaving reliefs in it. Her penis emerged from the top of Ginny's cleavage as the Goodra's breasts pressed firmly into her groin. The slime coated her cock, and its clear matte appearance made Aura think of resin.

The Pokemon began to move, putting stout legs to good use. She cupped her jugs in her hands and purposefully pushed them in, grinding them together and pulling them up and down as if to polish Aura's cock.

An appreciative, if not reserved moan crept past Aura's lips. Her eyelids once fluttered, long lashes batting, and then she closed them tightly, slamming shut the windows to her soul. "I could imagine how handy it can be," she genially said, mildly strained though her voice was. She sounded as if she were just beginning to struggle in lifting something heavy; Ginny rightly took it as the first sign of her coming orgasm.

"I can produce as much of this as I want." The Pokemon quickened, bouncing on her squatting legs and pressing her tits in to wring Aura's shaft. It oozed precum into the Goodra's cleavage, its output pitiful and unnoticeable. Even its smell was masked by the odorless goo. "As long as I keep taking in fluids, of course... no more than the average person needs to survive."

"How--, ah, how fascinating, Miss Whitings," the mayor replied cordially. Her desk groaned. One paw slid out from under her and knocked her NO WORDS, ONLY COFFEE mug off the desk and onto the floor. Its ceramic bumped harmlessly on the carpet. "You seem to--, to make very good use of your assets, Miss Whitings..."

Again Ginny smiled. She thought how she must look bouncing against Aura; she could feel the fat in her ass jiggling, her balls bouncing. She supposed if Mayor Aura was half as excited by booty as Leorajh that she'd become a permanent fixture of the wolf's office. "Oh, yes," she said, somewhat absent in her tone. The goo began to drip down the curves of her breasts and along Aura's cockshaft. Fat globs of the natural lubricant fell onto the carpet noiselessly like heavy drops of candle wax. The noise was more obscene than the sight of the titjob; wet, loud sucking sounds filled the air of the office and beat out the raindrops, which were steadily becoming a constant pouring.

Aura chewed her jowl again, stopping just short of bloodying herself. Her heels clicked against the face of the desk and she draped her body back, shoulder blades hitting the wood and spine arching. The chubby droop of her breasts was accentuated, making them nearly teardrop in shape. Their nipples were rock hard and the star-shaped locket gleamed in her cleavage like a diamond against her black fur.

Ginny dropped all pretense of the boss-employee shenanigans. Her snug American accent grew sultry, but her language was encouraging: "Cum for me, you're dying for it. I can feel it. Gawd, you're throbbing. You need to bust a nut. Hard-working lady like you, you deserve to shoot a-a-all over my chin. Come on."

The Goodra's words complemented her rough tittyfucking like wine with a fine dinner. Aura was a woman of confidence and initiative, but Ginny had her beaten and she nestled into the role of sexual recipient with nothing in the way of protest. "Ah, thank you... thank you, Miss Whitings," she uttered in a shaking, cracking voice. Her Australian accent was thick.

The wolf grimaced as she came, but her expression fast leveled off into dignified pleasure. Her dark cock spasmed in the Goodra's cleavage and then began to shoot, fat ropes of cum breaking through the heavy veneer of slime to shoot across Ginny's long neck. The Pokemon mashed her tits down into Aura's loins, hugging the mayor's cock with her warm, fat cleavage. Only the head of Aura's penis remained exposed, and from this point it squirted across the top of one breast. When her orgasm tapered off to a watery drool, it became indistinguishable from the Pokemon's slime.

Aura allowed herself a moment to regain composure and dignity. She decided there wasn't much dignity to be regained with her panties around her ankles and her breasts pointing at the ceiling, but she made the attempt when she sat up.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes as if sleepy. Thank you, Miss Whitings," she affably said, smiling. Her tousled hair and blushing cheeks betrayed the pleasure she still felt. "I believe there is a place for you in my office."

"I had the feeling you'd say that, Mayor Aura." Ginny straightened out, noting mild but well-hidden disappointment on the wolf's face. She made no effort to clean herself up; her breasts were a Pollock painting of semen and slime.

Aura's eyes fell on Ginny's penis, still jutting proudly with the skirt parted around its base. A wan smile creased her jowls. "You know, Ginny," she flicked her eyes up to the Goodra's, "I take pride in making my employees comfortable within reason."

With not a word more, Mayor Aura slipped off her desk only to spin on her heel and put her paws on its impassive surface. Bent like so with her luxuriant tail high, the wolf made a blatant offer to her newest employee. She wondered if her boyfriend would be jealous or intrigued when she recounted the story to him.

"Well now, Mayor Aura," Ginny clucked, gripping two greedy handfuls of Aura's chubby bottom. She pried apart the cheeks and gazed upon that winking, pink pucker. It still glistened with saliva. "I think I'm gonna really enjoy working here."