Meet Me in the Breakroom (Patreon)

Story by huskyhuskyhusky on SoFurry

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#45 of Meet Me (Patreon)

DISCLAIMER!!!

This is the first 1k words for the full story that is located on my Patreon. This is meant as a preview for the full story and the tags listed are representative of the fetishes found in the story's entirety

Awesome art by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/alphamoonlight

Out on patrol it can get awfully quiet, but once break time rolls around one bull in particular gets some much needed sex from his lupine friend.

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Nights were the most boring part of the job. Nothing happened on the outskirts of the city, particularly to some undisclosed warehouse that hung near the edge of the ghetto. All of the apartments out this far were decrepit and abandoned, not even the homeless would squat among their broken brick facades.

It was all a very cunning reuse actually, the epitome of hiding in plain sight, as the warehouse contained a large cache of military equipment that was meant to be kept out of sight from absolutely everyone. A makeshift command room had been set up, along with a breakroom nearby. A team of ten highly trained security guards patrolled the perimeter, dressed in all black and having powerful, concealed weapons that could take any intruder by surprise if they were implemented.

Six were out on patrol while two sat in the command room watching surveillance cameras and two were off duty. Through the night there would be a rotation of who was on and off duty, and in the morning a new team would take over to allow the nightshift some rest. They were hired by the military and had no official connection to the government, despite the fact that they were the ones that signed the checks.

While on duty there was nothing much to do, the facility itself did its job perfectly well and so it was often that the guards' minds would wonder. In particular one was of a muscular bull that had been feeling incredibly horny for the past two hours. And for good reason, he was about to go off duty at the same time as his close friend. It was set up perfectly and the two had been planning this for a couple days.

The job commanded too much professionalism, otherwise he would have went off into a bush and masturbated, but it was likely he would have been caught and the job paid way too well to risk it. In short, he resigned himself to blue balls and an erection that indented the thigh of his tactical gear.

The badge on his shoulder read "T. Rickter" his first name being Thomas. He was rather tall with broad shoulders and a powerful core. From over his face was a black stocking with holes for his horns, eyes, and mouth. He wore a bullet resistant vest that was decked out with equipment. On each of his arms was a gauntlet that spanned him from shoulder to wrist. It was these piece of technology that held all of his weapons, and also allowed for some strength enhancements as well.

Thomas had stopped walking on the south side of the building and turned to face the city. The horizon was alight with the bustle of the metropolis, even this late into the night. It was to be expected, he guessed. He slowly counted out 120 seconds before he began walking again, as per his instruction. It was right as he got to the end of his count that the radio fixed to his shoulder crackled to life with a voice.

"Rickter, Winston, you're off duty." the voice of his superior demanded. The bull gave a sigh and relaxed his stance. About damn time, he thought to himself as he turned the opposite way he had been walking and bounded off towards the breakroom on the opposite side of the building. He was in excellent physical condition, and so he kept a quick pace as he approached the small building just outside of the warehouse.

He slowed and composed himself just before he entered, striping away his mask right as he came in through the door. Inside there wasn't much, the breakroom itself was like a barrack that had a couple cots, two sturdy tables, and a few appliances that were hooked into a series of electrical cords. Near the far wall and fumbling with a coffee maker was his friend.

Thomas took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The other man was a wolf that shared a similar body build and musculature as him. They had been very close for a number of years, for closer than most friends would be. A small stint as part of a mercenary organization was where they had become acquainted, and ever since they had stayed side by side for years.

On the wolf's shoulder it read "W. Winston", his first name being Will. Will uttered a curse under his breath and slammed the coffee maker back on the table, frustrated that he wasn't able to figure out how it works. The lupine had stripped himself of his own vest and power gauntlets, their bulk heaped in a pile at one end of the table. All he was in now was a muscle shirt and black cargo pants that clung tight to his toned ass and thighs.

"You don't even drink coffee," the bull chuckled as he approached. The wolf turned with a happy grin and shrugged.

"I should probably learn to like it at some point here. Guess I picked a bad time to go solo with it though," the lupine replied as he turned to face his friend.

As Thomas got closer he eyed the coffee maker and quirked an eyebrow. It wasn't a new, fancy thing, it was kind of old and very simple. "Well, you're missing water, the coffee filter, and the coffee. Exactly everything you would need," the bull said, trying his hardest to hold back a grin.

"Eh I never claimed to be the smart type," Will said and shook his head. He then looked at his bovine friend with a smirk, his eyes traveling low to stare at that definitive bulge below the waist. "So uh, are you hiding a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

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