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If there's one thing the Flippins Architecture Corporation prided themselves on, it was employee satisfaction. The otter called Geo, despite holding an entry-level position at the firm, prided himself on being the facilitator of that satisfaction. He'd been warned that it was a hard job, though he would later discover that it normally involved a rather different kind of hardness.

He found himself reflecting on his employment during a meeting with a particularly passive lizard. Working as an Employee Gratification Officer in an enormous firm like the F.A.C. hadn't exactly been his dream position, but he had to admit that it was an honour nonetheless to be working in the firm. Their name was attached to most of the prettiest, largest or simply most outlandish monuments, skyscrapers and infrastructure projects all over the world. Finally, in a small way at least, Geo could also attach his own name to those projects. That included, of course, the upcoming deal to build an enormous golden statue in the image of some heroes of a foreign nation. A wholesome deed like promoting the remembrance of great figures of the past in an unnecessarily opulent and maximalist manner was exactly the kind of thing the firm was renowned for and it was a dream of his to be involved. While other firms were building boring things like factories, the F.A.C. were building monuments to progress that would be remembered for centuries. All he had to do was bide his time until the official announcement of the statue project and then he would leap into action and push for a promotion, so he could work towards the satisfaction of real clients instead of the firm's own lowly employees. He'd been told countless times that he wouldn't be able to make this plan to launch himself straight to the big leagues work, but he remained confident. For now, though, he prided himself on employee satisfaction.

It wasn't all bad, of course. There were plenty of "clients" that kept things exciting for him in their own way. It was just a shame that most of the staff were less experienced and content to keep business with Geo rather dull and transactional. None filled him with such a "just get it over with" attitude, though, as the blue-skinned lizard currently occupying his windowless back office. He'd learned to tune out the lizard's ear-splitting, high-pitched voice, but it was inescapably grating during moments of excitement, which he supposed was why the Employee Gratification Officers like him were kept in well-soundproofed back offices in the first place. The lizard's drawl made him appreciate those who worked silently all the more. In fact, he couldn't quite grasp why this lizard visited him so often at all. He was normally more concerned with talking, while Geo did all the work. Still, it was Geo's job to provide employee satisfaction. A client is a client and an orgasm is an orgasm.

Geo heard the lizard's volume rising exponentially and prepared for the mouthful he was about to receive. If they can't all act the same, he thought, at least they all taste just as good. He kept his lips locked around the shaft, gulping dutifully until the stream subsided.

"W-w-w-wow!" the lizard gasped, in his usual way. "Boy, you're really good at that. It makes it sorta hard to talk!"

Geo, ever amiable, stifled his snide remark. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. That's what I'm here for!"

Sensing his time running out, the lizard hurried to get his clothes back on. "You're going to put me down for the same time next week, aren't you? Gosh, nothing gets me pumped for a working week like a chatter with you!"

Geo, now back at his desk, put his face in his hand. "Just bring me another consent contract and we can set it up whenever you want." Why can't they all be like those wolves who practically throw him against the wall as soon as the door opens? Anything but Mister Motormouth.

Right on cue, the lizard finished with his attire and slapped a form down on Geo's desk. The only thing worse than the bad clients was the paperwork. Still, most companies wouldn't offer their employees any kind of sexual relief on-site, let alone handle it so professionally. All of Geo's meetings were preceded by both parties filling in the Consent Contract, a document acting as formal written consent, agreeing confidentiality, stipulating what activities were on the table and putting the encounter on the books as an official business meeting. Of course, he could have as much personal sex out of the office as he wanted, but he found he got paid more if he had as many forms filled in as possible. He raised his pen ready to sign, skimming through the red tape. He noticed a box had been ticked alongside "Anal (Giving)" this time - as if this lizard would ever be an active enough participant for that.

"Let's see here. Name: Jupis. Occupation: blah blah blah," Geo muttered quietly. He was nearly putting ink to paper when something caught his eye. "Wait, 'Ruddonia Monument Project'? I've never heard of that one before. Have they taken on some kind of small build?"

"Oh no, this is the big one!" the lizard screeched giddily. "You know, the statue of the folk heroes! They're gonna pay us a whole lotta money for it, too!"

Geo's brow shot up. "The huge golden statue? They already put that team together? ...And you're on it? How do I get on it?"

"Beats me, I guess you'll have to ask the boss!"

Geo signed away five minutes of his next Monday, deep in thought as he did. He would have to accelerate his plans to land himself a promotion. He'd unbelievably have listen to Jupis' advice and march on up to ask the boss in person. He'd learned enough in these months that he knew he could let his body and his "employee satisfaction" skills do the talking.

"Woah, where are you going in such a hurry?" Jupis asked, as Geo almost threw him aside to get out of his office door.

"I'm going to get myself a promotion!" replied the running otter, halfway down the hall.

"Well, gosh!" mused the lizard. "Was I that good?"

It only took a wink and a nod to get to the doors of the boss' office on the top floor of the monumental skyscraper. The secretary owed him favour, after all. The roughness of those wolves was often pushing beyond the limits of the contract, but he'd let it slide enough times that the lupines would let him get away with anything.

With a deep breath, he pushed through the doors. It was a luxurious office; dark wood cabinets lining the walls all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window at the far end. Marble floors covered with a long red rug, leading up to the spacious desk at the far end. The leather chair spun around and Geo gulped as trepidation filled his mind. He'd never met the boss before and so had no idea that he'd be staring into the surprised eyes of a stallion.

"I don't think we have an appointment, do we?" he said calmly, eying a tablet on his desk through half-circle glasses.

Geo called on all his confidence. If he wanted to walk out of here with a different career and a limp, he had to hide the butterflies with confidence. "I'm fully booked, I'm afraid."

The horse looked up at Geo and let out a chuckle as the otter strode down the room. "Ah, then you must be one of our Gratification Officers. Keeping everyone satisfied, I hope?"

"I try. The name's Geo."

"I'm sure there's no 'trying' about it, Geo. Now, is this something I can help you with quickly? I have back-to-back meetings concerning the new Ruddonia contract today."

Geo, making it to the desk, swung his hips around and hopped up onto the desk, sitting there with one knee over the other. He made sure to raise his rudder just a little higher than was actually necessary, for good measure. "See, that contract is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Is it?" The horse shot the words out like he had them prepared from the start. The sarcasm was laid on thicker than most of loads Geo had downed today.

"Well, it's always been a dream of mine to work on something as huge as that." Just a hint of salaciousness in Geo's tone. Subtle, yet also unsubtle. "I just wondered if there was any way I could prove to you that I'd do anything to get where I want to be."

The boss looked unfazed...for now. "You want to work on the Ruddonia monument? That's a big jump from HR."

"Big is fine by me. I'm flexible, I can work in all kinds of positions." That one was maybe a bit much. Better reel it in.

The boss smirked and took off his glasses. "Can I assume from your careful choice of words that you're here to try to seduce and fuck your way onto the team?"

Geo swung his legs over the desk to sit on the horse's side, face-to-face. "I'm sure there'll be no 'trying' about it."

"It won't work. I have a very specific type," the boss said, looking just slightly flustered.

"I think otherwise, sir." Calling him "sir" elicited a small blush. Better keep that one in mind, Geo thought.

"And what makes you so sure of that?"

"Well... how about you clear something up for me, first? I thought this company was in the business of building monuments, not pitching tents," Geo said slowly, using a foot against the boss' knee to push the legs apart.

It was the body language that gave it away. Legs crossed tightly with the arms down over the crotch, crossed at the wrists. Geo couldn't imagine the acrobatics that horses must have to go through to fully hide a boner like that. The boss' arms moved to grip the arms of his chair. The secret Geo had revealed wasn't so much a bulging crotch as an entire bulging trouser leg. He dressed down the left.

Geo thought he might have licked his lips, but he wasn't really paying attention. He did, however, notice the boss reach over to tap his tablet screen and speak words that made Geo sure he wouldn't have to be guessing at his level of success anymore.

"Yes, Andus, sir?"

"Push all my appointments back an hour."

With that, Geo sank from the desk down to his knees in front of the boss. Andus had to stand up to get his strained underwear down, his height meaning that the thing loomed over Geo's head. The perfectly-straight rod of meat must have been a foot long. Andus' hand was clamped around it just below the medial ring but his fingers hardly reached around the whole thing. The black flesh of the heavy, hanging balls ran up the shaft to the medial ring, giving way to a needy, blushing pink up to the tip. Geo probably licked his lips again. He definitely wasn't paying attention now.

"Are you sure about this, Geo?" Andus warned, sitting back down to get the beast more level with Geo's face. "Plenty of Employee Gratification Officers have tried before and none of them have been able to handle me. This still isn't going to work."

Geo grinned, wrapping his hands in tandem around the shaft to guide it into position. "I'll make it work."

He opened his mouth wide and let the head inside. Andus chuckled again.

"Confident, aren't you?" quipped the horse, the grip on his chair arms loosening slightly. "Well, if there's one thing I've learned...you'll never get anywhere in this line of business without an E.G.O.!"

Geo found pacing a blowjob was a lot like a story, in some ways. It needed a gentle introduction and then peaks of energy, all building up to the crucial climax. So he began gently, leaving his hands in place to limit the depth of the insertion, instead letting his tongue make the first impression. He ran it around the rim of the typically flat horse cockhead and dragged it up over the face. He squeezed with his fingers as he did, feeling the throbbing of the veins growing more intense. The move was met with the beast's own first impression, loosing drops of precious precum to meet Geo's deft tongue. Andus said nothing, but his breathing was heavy.

The first taste of precum was a pivotal event. Geo felt a dial in his mind switch from business to pleasure. His ulterior motive could wait until he'd had his fun. It was time to build up the action. Geo slid his hands down the shaft, feeling them bump one-by-one over the medial ring and settle just below. He gave his tongue a break and let it softly swivel about the underside of the shaft as he set his upper body in motion. He found the sweet spot somewhere just above the medial ring; the spot where the tip just reached the border between mouth and throat. Having found the next checkpoint on its journey, Geo finally began sucking. The sound of Andus' breathy groans was drowned out for Geo by the wet smacking sounds of his worship. He kept the rhythm decent and dynamic, bobbing fast and eager before easing back to a slower pace that allowed him to twist his head angle and tease with more tongue coverage.

Time sort of disappeared as Geo continued to give what he knew had to be the best performance of his life. Still, his instincts told him when it was time to perform his finishing move. Like before he moved his hands down - this time off the base of the member altogether, resting them on his boss' strong thighs. He pulled out to the tip, drew a deep breath and took the plunge. He swallowed the tip past its previous depth in seconds, his tongue greeted the medial ring as it passed by. His lips were ready to kiss the base, pushing the limits of his jaw, when Andus cried out.

"W-wait!" A hand fell on Geo's head and gave him a firm, pleading push. The otter obliged and let the throbbing member free of his maw, strands of saliva and precum still connecting them like two lovers after a passionate kiss.

Andus had leapt onto his hooves as though in shock and Geo looked up at him. He must have undone his shirt at some point, now flashing his perfect pecs and abs out from within it. The magazine-model body covered lightly in brown fuzz was fitting for a boss and even more so for a "business" partner. His tie was still fastened, but loosened and hanging around his six-pack. That was good, Geo thought. If it was still there, then he could still hold onto it in a pinch. Still, Geo's gaze was inevitably drawn to the hungry beast looming over his head once again. Unlike last time, it now hung there happily with no support from Andus' hands whatsoever.

"N-nobody's ever..." Andus gasped.

The otter grinned and rose to his feet. "It's the Geo promise, sir. I always make it work." Another "sir", another few drops of precum Geo heard splatter on the marble tiles. Before he could catch his breath, the horse had rushed in and locked their lips together. It was the hasty and fiery kiss of a horse who was ready to let himself give in fully to the situation. That was confirmed all the more by Andus' adventurous hands finding their way down to loosen Geo's fly buttons, finding their way into his underwear and squeezing down firmly on the otter's plump cheeks. The clothes almost reflexively slid down and off, leaving them both bottomless. The kiss - and the groping - ended a little earlier than Geo would have liked.

"Get on the desk." There it was. No more professional patter or surprise. This was the tone of a boss giving an order.

Geo knew he wasn't ready for a size like that entering anywhere else, but the kiss had given him trust. He hopped back up onto the desk and fell back onto his back. Sure enough, it seemed Andus had other plans, swiveling the otter so he laid on the desk lengthways and climbing aboard - the other way round - on top of him. Geo blushed as the shadow of the horse fell over him, the hefty balls swinging right in front of his eyes and the member once again overhead.

"I've seen that you can take it," Andus said, peering down beneath him to Geo. "Now I want to see how _far_you can take it."

A backswing of his hips brought the tip to Geo's face. Understanding his place, he caught it with this mouth and let the tip sit in his lips, gulping slightly. Andus swung his hips forward and in one smooth motion, Geo's throat was distended by the full length of the horse's monster rod. His lips finally met the sheath and Andus' large orbs finally met his face. He'd just been deepthroating the guy, but this was different. He knew that having the control over it mostly removed from him could only mean one thing: that this story would soon be reaching its end.

It didn't come yet, though. Andus had plenty of powerful strokes to take before that. Geo held on to the horse's thighs and let it come. He was locked firmly in place, eyes closed, as Andus used his throat like a fleshlight with his ravenous bucking. Geo was sure he could feel it flaring up inside him. He could also feel Andus leaning himself down at the other end of the desk and from the position, he had been anticipating a 69. After all, his own cock had been stood to attention since first seeing his boss' package and had still gone unserviced. Despite that, he found no disappointment in what Andus actually had in store. The horse leaned down further than Geo's groin and pressed his long face right under the otter's tail. Geo's tailhole had been expecting a punishment, but a vigorous massage from the horse's large tongue was even more tantalizing. Andus worked around the otter's rim expertly and it wasn't long before he was sinking the muscle inside with a wet pop (inaudible to Geo, whose senses were overloaded by a cacophony of wet shlicking sounds at his end). The tongue massage on his rear continued, the insertions timed up perfectly with the in-thrusts of the horse's hips. The feelings all blended into elation for Geo. It was like nothing he'd experienced and he'd all but forgotten his goal coming in. His only goal now was to leave with a full stomach.

If Andus' tipped wasn't flared before, it was now. It was pulling out all the way to Geo's lips and he could feel the solid ridge with his tongue. It turned out to be the last time, as Andus drove it home hard, nearly pushing Geo down the desk. He kept his tongue lodged deeply in the otter, his voluptuous booty perhaps stifling the roaring groan that came from him as he climaxed. The cock was damn near spasming in Geo's throat and soon Andus was pulling it out to be safe. Geo could hold his breath for a very long time just like all otters, but things were a little different when a rod like that was beating the wind out of you from the inside. He was seeing stars forming and twinkling around the horse's twitching balls but he still grabbed the shaft before it could escape, locking his lips behind the flare. He was overwhelmed by the familiar (but, from his boss, somehow richer) taste and was bound by his pride to keep the beast held in his grasp until he'd swallowed every drop. He wasn't even sure he could get that flare out, anyway.

As Andus pushed himself up and off the desk onto his hooves, it did pop out. Just as Geo had planned, not a drop escaped. Andus near collapsed back against one of his side cabinets, his whole body twitching. "Fuck..."

Geo just laid on the desk, panting and letting his body come to terms with everything that just happened to it.

"Sir?"

Andus gasped as if just the word was about to set him off again, but he shared a fearful glance with Geo as they both realised that neither of them had said it. They could hear the door being opened across the room. Geo, like a missile, found himself leaping reflexively across the room, slamming the door shut just as it opened a crack.

"Sorry, we're in a very important meeting right now! Heavy workload, you know how it is!" Geo cried, trying to control his breathing enough to talk.

The voice outside was the wolf secretary, as Geo heard when the wolf continued to rattle on about the challenges of delaying all of Andus' meetings. Geo looked back expecting to see Andus still at the desk, only to immediately be grabbed by the hips by the powerful grip of the horse's hands. Andus had wasted no time getting over here, having spied his next prize as Geo ran across the room. He wasted no time in claiming it, either. This wasn't like the slow introduction and build-up he'd employed for the oral action - Geo barely had time to bite down on his shirt before the horse's still rock-hard cockhead was embedded in his rear end. It was while attached that Andus swung Geo to the side gently and opened the door slightly himself, impatiently dismissing the secretary. It seemed Andus shared Geo's distaste for people running their mouth too much at a time like this.

When the door was firmly closed and locked, Andus turned his attention back to the otter he'd impaled. Geo felt an arm hooked around him for support and moaned as Andus pulled one of his legs over, making the cock spin inside him. Now face-to-face again, the horse lifted Geo and slammed his back against the sturdy office doors. Andus pressed both of his hands to the door, letting gravity and Geo's hip movements do the work of sinking the shaft deeper inside. Otters could hold more than most in there, but there was still a knack to getting a size like this inside. They got up to that familiar medial ring before Andus took matters into his own hands, gripping the otter by the waist and firmly thrusting upwards. Geo bit the shirt again and groaned as he felt his soft rump connecting with the horse's groin. His belly was even more visibly bulging than his throat had been, only this time Geo could see it, only being able to blush and moan once again in response.

Andus was a powerful force, but he seemed to be savouring the experience more this time. If the skullfucking on the desk had been a test, then this round was just for kicks. Geo had no problem with that and put his hips to work pushing back against the horse's furious strokes. They found themselves all over the room, moving from the door to the floor and feeling the cool contrast of the marble against the heat of the meat as he was covered by the horse's shadow once again. The only consistent thing wherever they ended up was the sounds of sex and the overwhelming heat and pressure in Geo's belly as the horse stretched his hole and beyond to the limits.

This time it was Geo who pulled off early, shakily rising to his feet and walking back to the desk. He tried his best to mask the limp that naturally accompanied a still-gaping horse-plowed tailhole, flopping his front onto the desk. He waved his hips invitingly as he looked back, raising his rudder to the boss for the final time.

Andus practically sprinted and barely stopped to aim. The slickening of all the assorted fluids guided it home and made Geo squeal as it was rammed in him so deep and hard the entire desk scraped along the floor. Andus only got a few hearty tip-to-base thrusts in again before he was flared up to bursting point. The second climax, spurred on by the warm and squeezing tightness of the otter's insides, lasted much longer than the first. Andus made no attempt to stifle a groan that must have shook the whole skyscraper. His fingertips dug into Geo's waist and belly as his slim build was expanded into a smooth balloon by the weight of the two hefty loads. Geo squeezed his hand against it and groaned with half pleasure and half discomfort at the unusual sensation. Despite it feeling strange, it was enough for Geo's cock to erupt with his own orgasm, coating the front of the desk in cum despite having barely been touched in all the action. The speed of Geo's bloating prompted Andus to pull out and unload the rest of his passion on the floor along with much of the seed leaking from Geo's spent rear.

For a considerable stretch of time after, the pair just chilled in the afterglow. They cleaned themselves up in Andus' convenient adjoining executive bathroom and Geo's belly had eventually returned to something close to its normal size, though the same couldn't be said for his punished tailhole. Andus was busy despairing about the cost of replacing his rug in the meantime, but Geo knew he had no regrets about it. Andus has to call through to his secretary and cancel all of his appointments, lest he take them all at a desk sitting in a puddle of horse and otter cum.

Their clothes had luckily escaped largely unscathed and they were soon looking presentable, if exhausted.

Geo made for the exit, needing to get back to his office so he could cancel all of his own appointments too. He thought about trying to hide his obvious limp on the way, but he thought maybe the telling gait would get those wolves jealous and drum up some more business for himself. He could use a warm-down after that workout.

"You're one talented Gratification Officer, Geo," Andus quipped. "You're wasted down there with the drones."

It was not until this point that Geo remembered what he had come here for in the first place, having lost track of it roughly around the third thrust into his throat. He turned to face Andus, now sprawled in his chair.

"So you'll let me be a designer on the monument team? I daresay working higher up the building would let me hold meetings like this a lot more often."

"No."

Geo's heart sank at the abrupt answer, but it was a mix of confusion and simmering anger. "So...you just want me to stay working down there, wasting my talents fucking the drones?"

Andus grinned. "Not that either. I want you work up here and put those talents to good use fucking the monument team. And me, obviously."

"But..."

"I'm the boss. I have to spot talent and make sure I'm allocating it effectively. I'm sure you're a great designer, but sleazy as it sounds, I think you'll be even greater as our first ever executive-level Gratification Officer, working exclusively for the monument team. And yours truly, obviously."

Geo just stared at the horse. He'd gotten what he wanted, sort of? Right?

"You take some time to recover and think about it. But it's stressful working up here, the team could use someone like you. You'd be a valuable member." He glanced at his tablet for a second. "Oh, you can even introduce yourself to the team leader right now! He's the best architect in the company, a real prodigy. He's right outside, I was supposed to meet him half an hour ago."

Geo smiled, made his thanks and left the office. Rounding a corner into the waiting room he was hit by even more confusion and dismay as he found himself greeted by none other than the blue-skinned, perpetually passive lizard. There was nobody else around, which could only mean that he was the prodigal architect virtuoso. I guess you can't judge a book by how lazily it fucks, Geo thought.

"Geoooo! Boss just texted me, said you're going to be joining our team up here! Oh, I just knew my plan would work!" he cried.

"Wait... your plan? What are you talking about?"

"My plan! To get you on my team! Boss would never have listened to me if I tried to get a low-level E.G.O. on a team like this, so I had to come up with another cunning scheme!"

"So...making all those appointments and then making me do all the work while you talked my ears off was part of that, I suppose?"

"Oh, Geo, you don't really think I'm genuinely like that in the bedroom, do you? I saw potential down there and you can be sure that I know how to get my way! If I can't get you on the team myself, then just maybe I can leave you feeling so unsatisfied with your job that you'll march up here and fuck your own way onto my team. And sure enough, here you are! I even paid off those wolves to go easy on you. It was a whole thing. Aren't you grateful?"

That last part came as a surprise, given Geo's experience with them. "I...need to go and lie down."

"You do that, Mister Executive Gratification Officer of the Ruddonia Monument Project!" Jupis cried excitedly, as Geo was already halfway down the hall once again. "Oh, and you'd better move our next meeting up to tomorrow! I can finally show you what this bad boy can really do!"

Geo barely listened, still in a bit of a daze. He made it back to his back office and fell on his couch, ending up sleeping until leaving time. As he left that night, he found himself reflecting on his employment. He was now going to be a member of the dream team working on the dream project, but yet he had also failed to break out of his employee satisfaction job. Despite it sounding too demeaning to admit as his career, there was still a part of him that loved providing that kind of carnal stress relief for other guys. He supposed he was grateful to that annoying lizard - he had no choice but to call his strange plan a success. True to his promise, Geo had made it work.