Another Lateral Promotion

Story by Ceeb on SoFurry

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Office butts and deez nuts come together for anal office sex. Because this is what my life has come to. <:3 I should have had Petey get caught xeroxing his gigantic ass, but I don't think he's that clever.

Since it features Elizabeth the 'roo and has a passing reference to the events of another story, I'm considering this a very loose sequel to Lateral Promotion, a tale of Elizabeth's big dick going down Desmond's small throat. I also couldn't think of a clever title for this. :3

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Writing (C) me

Elizabeth Cox and Petey (C) FA: dj50


"Hey, next time the boss catches you playing that crap, you know what's gonna happen."

The goat looked up from his game. He was wearing his easygoing, mellow smile which many mistook for a stoner's vacant expression when they noticed how chubby he was. Petey, who had no taste for pot, was simply a very calm fellow who wore his heart on his sleeve. He tried to put in honest work, he really did, but his guild waited for nothing - not work, not sex, not disaster.

"I know, but god, this raid-."

"Dude," the wolf peeking over his cubicle wall suddenly hissed, "she's coming now. She just walked out of her office. Coming right this way. The 'roo is coming for you."

"Man, I can't pause this stuff, it's an MMO," Petey said. He tried to alt-tab the game so he could at least appear to be working, but the sluggish office computer, which was already overtaxed by the office software in the background, froze in the middle of its task. A still image of his game fixed itself on the monitor. "Aw, shit," Petey groaned. "So much for my raid."

The boss looked in no other cubicle but Petey's. Her footsteps were silent, but his wolf coworker had ducked down before she arrived. The boss and the only kangaroo in the office asked sharply, "Working hard, Petey?"

That commanding tone worked on everybody except Petey, and it irritated Elizabeth to no end that he was immune; the goat never flinched no matter how dead-to-rights she had him. He just turned around in his chair, smiling placidly.

"Hey there, Ms. Cox. No, yeah, I was actually alt-tabbing this with my work and-."

"Wasting company time and bandwidth, huh?" Elizabeth folded her arms severely over her thick chest. The conservative blouse-and-skirt combination she wore subdued her womanly figure, but the sheer width of her hips could never be fully suppressed. None at the office dared to ogle her; a string of sexual harassment firings had all but cowed the ambient libido in the office. "Third strike, Petey. Pack up your," she scanned the desk quickly, noting the empty candy bar wrappers and soda cans strewn about the company property, "belongings. You are leaving."

Petey turned his smile up a notch. The computer finally finished its task and minimized the game, bringing up a blank spreadsheet. The goat ignored it. "C'mon, Ms. Cox, you know I usually turn in great work. I just got the MMO bug again, I'll knock it-."

"No," Elizabeth said firmly. "You know what? Forget it. In my office. Now."

"Aw, all right."

Elizabeth marched him to her corner office and covertly admired how his bottom wobbled in his khakis. It looked like he had bought them at least two sizes too small.

The goat knew the inside of Ms. Cox's office as well as his apartment. He sat down in the plastic, yellow economy chair opposite her desk. It was too small like always, and when he got up, he'd have to push on its flimsy arms to break its hug on his ass.

Usually Elizabeth sat across from Petey to lecture him about wasting company resources, but this time she sat on the desk, right in front of him. He could look up her skirt if he wanted to, and he did so once, only out of curiosity. Her panties were purple.

"So-o-o. How 'bout those TPS reports?" Petey asked conversationally, drumming his hands on his knees.

"Shut the fuck up, Petey," Elizabeth said flatly. She thought the goat's smile cracked briefly. "Get out of my chair and close the blinds. Just the ones facing the office."

Petey started to get up and the chair came with him, stuck on his mushroomed ass. He popped it loose and swished his way to the windows, closing the blinds on each until the office was private. The outer windows didn't matter; they were on the seventieth floor of the building.

Near the corner where the last window was, Petey spun on his hoof and smiled at Ms. Cox. "You gonna beat me up?"

"What? No." Elizabeth scooted off the desk, nearly knocking over her cup full of pens with her long, tapering tail. "You want to keep working here, you lazy nerd?"

"Not if you're gonna call me hateful names, no," Petey replied, smiling still. "Nah. I'm kidding. I know what I am. I'm tubby, too!"

"Oh, for god's sake." The kangaroo huffed and tugged at her skirt, straightening it primly. "Get over here, and get those khakis off. Looks like they're about to explode off of you anyway. You're ten pounds of sausage in a five-pound casing, aren't you?"

Petey couldn't help but laugh. He was unbuttoning even as he walked over. "I guess I am. Hey, am I gonna get to screw you?" he asked as he pulled down his khakis. He was commando underneath them, and his fat gray ass decompressed as the pants cleared it. "I don't really go for girls much, but I could do you in the butt and pretend you're a guy."

Elizabeth liked what she saw, but she groaned irritably. She had intended to be a little more subtle, but now she had a point to prove. She suddenly pulled up her skirt and showed Petey that her purple panties had a hefty bulge in them. "No, stupid. I'm gonna fuck you. Bend over the desk."

The goat's smile became a wide, toothy grin. He all but skipped to the desk, and he threw himself over it as if to say oh, do ravish me! His short tail flagged eagerly above his ass, and he pulled one of his cheeks to the side. His anus winked for her, a pink pucker with the kind of thickness which implied frequent anal sex. "Cool! Fuck me! I've never gotten it from a dick chick."

The kangaroo's attention was pulled between admiring the plump perfection of Petey's big gay ass and her generalized annoyance with his unsuitability as an employee. She unbuttoned her skirt along its hidden seam and slid down her panties, exposing a fat, pink, uncircumcised phallus not unlike what Petey had dangling between his girthy thighs.

"You know the whole reason I wanted to fuck you was to punish you, right? Not reward you for being a goddamn slacker?" Elizabeth said this as she took a small bottle of lube out from one of her big desk's many drawers. Smearing it on was a double-duty; it helped her fluff herself. "I'm gonna fuck you anyway, as a matter of principle, but god damn you."

Petey laughed. "Sorry, Ms. Cox. Or, I mean, can I call you Elizabeth? Ooh, or Liz? I like to be all first-name with people who buttfuck me."

"No. No, you can't call me by either of those names," Elizabeth coldly told him, hoping that would at least take some wind from his sails.

It did not. "Hey, that's cool, Ms. Cox. So you gonna rail me now or what? I almost feel kinda silly with my butt up like this."

"Oh my gawd," Elizabeth grunted. She grabbed Petey's ass cheeks in slick paws, digging her fingers into his fur for purchase. "You're unbelievable. Really." As Petey enjoyed another unruffled laugh, Elizabeth stuck her meat between his cheeks, which at least made the goat shut his mouth. Riding high on that small amount of control over Petey, the kangaroo went ahead without a bit of hesitation. Her blunt cockhead bumped Petey's anus, and the goat crooned.

Elizabeth hoped her large endowment would cause the goat a little pain. Not a lot, but enough to make him wince and gasp at least. Petey didn't give her that satisfaction either, and not out of spite, but sluttiness. Her entry was as smooth as a key into its hole; his plush pucker spread like butter for her, dilating so easily that the kangaroo wondered briefly if she had missed and her cock was hotdogging up his ass crack. But no - she was inside of him, gouging him, except it was downright casual for the goat. He sighed, wiggling his tail.

"That's really good, Ms. Cox," he said warmly. "Man, I got to play Warcraft on the job, and I'm getting fucked. Today's awesome."

"Oh god, shut up!" the kangaroo said in another exhausted groan. "Can't you let me have just-, anything?" Without waiting for a response (mainly because she knew she wouldn't like whatever he said), she started to nail him, pounding his fat, gray ass with her taut, tawny hips. Her balls swatted the goat's backsack in a sloppy dance, fur-on-fur muffling the satisfying sound of colliding ballbags. Her pistoning filled the office with a lewd and unmistakable sound, a damp suck of shifting lubricant cutting the air with irregular smacks.

The goat kept his mouth shut where actual words were concerned, but he cooed and sighed, moaned and huffed, seeming to be unaware of what a noisy bottom he was. Not even Elizabeth roughly palming his shoulders and mashing him into the desk put a damper on his spirits. His penis stiffened against the back of her desk, and it drizzled a runner of precum across the wooden finish. Elizabeth, who regularly masturbated in her office, wouldn't have minded Petey's contribution to the black light nightmare that was her workspace even if she had been aware of it.

"You-, chubby-, fu-u-uck," grunted Elizabeth, punctuating her thrusts. Her heavy bust heaved under blouse and bra. Elizabeth preferred to leave her tits covered when she fucked some ass unless the spectacle of bouncing tits was what the occasion called for. Otherwise, she likened bouncing jugs during vigorous thrusting to jogging topless: painful and silly-looking. "Gawd, I bet this is how you got this job, innit? You probably fucked your way through college!"

"I mean," Petey uttered a titter, "I did my work in college... I just did everyone else's work, too. In exchange for this."

The kangaroo grinned. Despite how annoying she found Petey, the slutty gall of taking ass sex as payment was something she could appreciate. "Knew I was rewarding you for being a lazy shit," she bashed her hips powerfully into Petey, and he uttered an unguarded, almost feral bleat in response, "but I didn't know you were that fucking bad."

"Ooh, man," the goat crooned. He sighed. "Yea-a-ah, I'm basically a buttslut, you know. Some guys like to give it, but me? Basically bottom only."

"Uh-huh?" Elizabeth was starting to flag; fucking was good exercise, but Elizabeth went the extra mile with sheer vigorousness. She was a woman lucky enough to have a cock, and she made full use of it. "You-, uhn. You never top, huh?"

Petey's cock drooled. He was too lazy to jerk off. Just fuck me, dude, I can jerk it later was something he had said, or some variation thereof, more than once at college. "Nuh-uh. Maybe once or twice, figuring things out. Most dom thing I'll do is sit on your face. Seems like a waste having a big butt and not putting it on faces, you know?" He threw back his head, and his blonde hair bounced. "Mmm, you gonna nut soon...? I should probably get back to work."

"Shut the hell up," Elizabeth said, choking back a laugh. "Just shut up."

"Okay, sure." The goat smiled. "I mean, okay, I guess the reason I was asking is because I like when-."

"Petey, shut up!" Elizabeth demanded, but this time she couldn't hold back a giggle. "Oh, god damn you-u-u. Fuck."

The kangaroo swallowed her laughter, burying it deep. She wanted to let loose and laugh at the goat, who was charming and cute but such a worthless, lazy fuck. Laughter always killed hard-ons for her, and the one thing Elizabeth found more painful than bouncing tits was blue balls.

In silence, but with a betraying smirk on her face, Elizabeth rutted him. Her thick, mighty legs drove her into him, letting her fuck with a powerful rhythm perhaps no other creature could match. Nothing else could bounce like a kangaroo.

Elizabeth's breaths hissed between her teeth. Sweat beaded in her fur, emerging even in the unreasonable chill of the office which was warmed by the sun and the heater. She thought before long that she'd start to sweat through her clothes and then she'd have to change if she wanted to look presentable - which was to say, menacing to her employees.

"Shit," she snarled, teeth gnashed. Her smirk vanished and her ears splayed downward as if in shock and fear. "Aw, yeah, gawd," grumbled the kangaroo.

"Ooh, you gonna-?" Petey asked, only getting so far when Elizabeth answered with results.

Thick, hot spunk blasted into Petey, spackling his very tight, very warm ass in the awesome way he was used to from years of experience. Both employee and boss cooed as the orgasm struck her, and she continued to pump, grinding desperately at Petey like a humping dog. She dragged streamers of her cum out of him and it streaked down the back of his low-hanging balls, eventually adding to the horrid mess in her outwardly clean carpet. Her bucking slowed to a grind as her orgasm ended, bringing with it unbearable penile sensitivity. One last time she pulled back and then slid it home, uttering a deep moan as the tenderness of her cock overloaded her with sensation. Her nipples poked through her bra and blouse like fingertips under canvas.

Petey gazed idly ahead, smiling, waiting for the best part of the kangaroo's climax to pass. He didn't like being interrupted just as he was popping one off, and he wasn't about to deny his boss that same sacred moment. As soon as she settled against him, at least so far as she was willing to lean on him, he asked mildly, "So, Ms. Cox, am I gettin' fired?"

"Nah," Elizabeth said between short huffs. "But you know what?" she asked, forcing herself to regain some composure. She smoothed back some of her ginger hair which had become heavy with sweat and dangled in her eyes. "You're a lazy turd, and I'm not even gonna humor the idea that you'll actually fucking work if I keep you in that cubicle. I'm gonna make you my office assistant. You'll run papers around the office, get me coffee, bend over, and maybe sit on my face sometimes."

The goat smiled enormously. His teeth gleamed. "Sounds like a cool job to me, Ms. Cox!"

"For minimum wage," Elizabeth added sternly.

"Aw, ma-a-an," Petey moaned. "But I need my twelve an hour. I've been saving up for a new graphics card, Nvidia just came out with-."

"Shut up," Elizabeth flatly interrupted. She mulled over his predicament while she palmed Petey's plump ass. "All right," she eventually said. "Same as before - assistant and buttbitch, minimum wage, but an extra one-fifty a week out of my pocket if you come home with me every weekend and lick my asshole. You're gonna be double-teamin' it with this foxcoon boy I keep around."

"I'm a team player," Petey said coolly.

She eased off of him; her flaccid cock slipped free of him almost unnoticed, but the wash of cum which followed it made an enormous, white smear in the thin carpeting. The kangaroo didn't seem to mind, so Petey didn't either.

"One question, real quick," Petey said, straightening up. He met Elizabeth's gaze with a smile. "Can I have a handy?" The goat gestured at his erection. "Just a quick one?"

"No," Elizabeth plainly said as she wiped her cock and balls clean with the thin fast food napkins she kept in one of the drawers. Satisfied with her relative cleanliness, she sat at her desk with her panties still pooled around her ankles. "Go down to the lounge and get me some coffee. No cream. No sugar." Peering over her spectacles, enjoying the show of Petey bent over and trying to blot himself with napkins as she had, she said, "And Petey?"

"Yeah, Ms. Cox?"

She licked her lips slowly. "You have a damn good ass. Better not lose any weight."