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Lilith hated it when people asked her if she knew what went on in there. Of course she did. She wasn't stupid. It wasn't the question itself, but rather the unspoken implications that came with it. They always sounded like they were trying to warn her, maybe wordlessly implying she might want to consider a change of jobs before she got swept up in the activities that went on behind Grant's closed office door. It was difficult not to be insulted by those comments, but then, nobody else truly knew how it worked between the two of them. She was his valued secretary, tending to both his work-related needs and his insatiable desires with the constant flow of new hires brought in when previous workers went missing right around the same time he started looking conspicuously heftier. He simply didn't look at her that way.

That was what the vixen had told herself for years, coming into work five days a week, passing him by in the halls, helping the quadruped with tasks that required hands, arranging his appointments. And when his tidy office became instead a heated, musky mess, spattered with the results of his private activities, she was happily there to get things fresh and clean once more. Of course, it always got her hot and bothered, but she kept her relationship with him strictly professional, even when it meant discreetly fingering herself to orgasm beneath her desk, in plain view of anyone who walked by. She needed to focus, after all. Her daily work attire almost always included a short skirt for the simple reason of easy access just in case of a sudden, near explosive need to pleasure herself before her lust overtook her good senses and made her act anything but professionally.

Such a system worked for her, as long as she was disciplined. She had gone this long without slipping up, but something was simply different that cozy spring afternoon when Grant discretely requested her services once more. She stood there, knowing she had plenty of time while he was in the private bathroom just next door, and the usual musky, sweaty mark he'd left upon his office mixed well with the heat of her most recent new hire, and the lingering perfume of her own arousal that still wafted through the air despite her disappearance. Taken together, it filled her with more than just the usual excitement. She felt herself rolling her body with her inhalations, taking it all in as deeply as possible, stricken by the sudden urge to lick his sweat and cum right off his desk. Standing on the tips of her toes, she bit her lip hard enough she made herself flinch, rubbing her legs together, feeling the juices running down the creamy white fur of her inner thighs as her lust grew to unbearable levels, making her lament her choice of heels as she struggled to keep from dramatically toppling over in a heap of horny vixen.

He was going to be a while. That much she knew. She found herself glancing from that door, to the front of his office, considering. Maybe she could spare just a little time. It wasn't like it was going to take long to satisfy that urgent need, in such a flustered state. She was already tender, already pursing her lips and closing her eyes halfway as arousal surged through her like wildfire. Swishing her tail slowly, she moved to seat herself on the side of his desk, taking care to avoid sitting in his cum, and lifted the hem of her skirt up high so she could tug her panties aside and push two eager digits into her sopping sex. That left her soothed by the immediate cooling feeling of chill relief washing over her as if she'd just slipped beneath a pristine waterfall on a fresh summer's day.

She was left even more refreshed as she rushed herself to a squirting orgasm in less than a minute. It hardly even took her any effort. Just a few plunges back and forth, barely brushing against her clit, and her body was already reacting. She didn't meant to gush like that, but when climax took over her body, leaving her rocking on his custom-made reinforced desk, tossing her head back with a flutter of her hair, she couldn't help it. Hosing down her thighs was one thing, but she got some of those hot juices on the carpet as well. Her whimpers of bliss came with a groan of dismay as she realized she'd only added to the mess. But surely he wouldn't notice a slight scent like that when the whole room already smelled intensely of hot horse sex and whoever else had enjoyed his company for those sweet pre-meal moments of debaucherous indulgence.

No regrets. She didn't have time for those. Instead, she got back to work, feeling her own wet thighs brushing against one another as she went above the office, sucking his delicious scent into her lungs. It was still just as pleasant even after climax like that. She found herself licking her lips, as if tasting it right out of the air. At least she was calmer by then. Pleasuring herself to that brief, sudden climax was just enough to let her focus again, swishing her tail around and humming to herself as afterglow ran through her muscles, making every flex, every little motion a little more pleasant. She was swimming in the soothing sensation, having to suppress herself from moaning out loud with how good she felt in those moments.

Despite her brief delinquency, she still got the job done and returned to her desk as before. The day rolled by as usual, as did the next. It was only that Thursday that she noticing something was different. At first it was nothing more than an aside glance as he went by to his office. Nothing that should have seemed unusual, but to her it felt like more than just acknowledgement. His gaze lingered for just a little longer than she was used to, and his gait slowed just slightly as he heavily trotted by. To most, it would have seemed like nothing. But she she knew him better than that, which was exactly why she was invaluable to him. Just that minor change in his mannerisms was enough to make her blush beneath her fur, while her tail twitched away behind her, revealing that inner reaction she otherwise held in check.

When he stepped back into his office, she felt her teeth on her lip, not even realizing until then that she'd been biting so hard once more. Oh dear, what if he had seen that? It would have been so blatant. All those years of faithfully serving and there she was, making a sexy face at him. Yet she couldn't bring herself to worry too much. That subtle gesture told her something. He wasn't just looking at her, he was looking at her, in a manner of speaking. Maybe it was a result of having known him for so long, seeing him every work day, but she could all but ready his mind by then. And somewhere in his head he was thinking about her differently, ever since she had let herself go just that one time and indulged her own desires. Somehow, he knew.what

Such thinking might have seemed paranoid to anyone else, but her suspicions were pleasantly confirmed when he stopped by her desk a moment later that day. She was used to being in his shadow, seeing that massive draft horse looming over him, yet there was something about his gaze, about his eyes that left her unable to sit still. His voice came as warm and gentle as ever.

"Pardon the question, but have you been using a new perfume lately?"

She blinked a couple times, the guilt running through her head making her shift her eyes as if she were being interrogated for a confession, despite the soft smile on his face.

"Um, no, same as ever. Why do you ask?"

Grant gave a light toss of his head, which was his equivalent of a shrug. "Ah, it's no reason really. I suppose I noticed a different scent in the office the other day, and I couldn't help but wonder what it was. It was nice"

It was a good thing she had all that fur, otherwise her reaction would have been terribly blatant. She did something entirely uncharacteristic, and stammered some as she replied.

"Oh, um, I-I mean, maybe it was ... someone else, probably."

"Mhm. No worry." He nodded. "While I have you, was there any progress on the new hires? I understand we still have a vacant position in marketing after the departure of Miss Rowan."

She sucked a breath through her teeth, trying to concentrate and only partly succeeding. "Not yet. It's unusual. We just haven't had a great many fitting applicants. I'll make sure to get someone in as soon as possible, of course."

"Hm," was his only comment, before he gave her a nod of acknowledgement along with another of those slightly longer, lingering glances that made her feel as if she was about to burst like a dam right on the spot.

Even she had to admit that she spent the rest of the day being terribly inefficient. Her head was filled with images. Not just of his body, watching him work, or simply listening to him in action, and then later admiring the sweat on his bulk and his hide when he walked out after one of his private sessions, not just the passive fantasies of observation of usual. She was treading into that forbidden mental territory, picturing herself pressed right up close to him, no matter how dangerously it turned her on. There were so many things they could do together, so many positions they could take, rubbing, grinding, moaning. By observation alone, she knew his body well by then, knew how he moved, how he could bend. She would be so much better for him than any new hire. The only question that remained was one burned deep into the back of her mind: would it be worth it? Even knowing full well what he could do, what he would do, was the temptation of his body worth such a price to pay, worth submitting to the inevitable? Maybe her willpower was destined to break ever since she'd first met him.

She was feeling warm all over, her toes curling into the bottom of her heels, her top feeling unusually tight, clinging to her breasts as if it had suddenly shrunken in the wash. She tugged at its collar and the shiny choker around her neck, adjusted her skirt, never quite able to get settled into her seat and maintain that usual aura of nonchalance. All she wanted was to step off somewhere private where she could strip right now, and give herself the pleasure she really needed. No more being discrete, no more quick relief so she could go back to work. She was supremely, wetly overtaken by her own growing lust. And that was how she stayed all throughout the afternoon, until the final hour struck and she realized through her flustered haze that she couldn't have called it a day just yet. It looked like she was going to have to pull some overtime.

It would have gone smoothly, with her going right back to her work, if not for that horse stepping out of his office once more in a huff. She knew immediately by his body language that something was bothering him, seeing him leaning more heavily on his hooves than usual, stomping down without really meaning to, puffing air from his nostrils as he gazed out towards the empty office with a distant look in his eyes. It didn't take her extensive knowledge of his habits and mannerisms to tell something was wrong. She paused in the middle of the sentence she was typing, her fingers hovering over the keys, tipping her head to the side as she cleared her throat.

"Anything I can help you with, boss?"

"Hmm," was his only immediate response, and he seemed briefly lost in thought, looking right through her. "I admit, it's been a while. I've grown accustomed to a bit of release every few weeks. Perhaps it's for the best. I must be putting such a burden on you with all the hiring."

He nodded to himself, seeming satisfied with that conclusion, and began to process of turning his bulky body around to trot back into his office. She found herself losing control of herself, pursing her lips to hold in the words that threatened to burst free and flood the office with her barely-contained lust. Before he could swing his haunches all the way around, she finally blurted out what she was thinking.

"Maybe I could help you?"

He paused. When he turned back to look at her over his shoulder, he was wearing a broad smile.

"Was there someone you had in mind?"

"Well." She took a moment to just breathe, even closing her eyes as she considered the weight of what she was about to do. "What about me?"

"Hm," he said again. "What about you?"

She didn't even know what to say after that, left sputtering on her words, frozen in the moment. He finally broke her tension with a little chuckle and continued.

"I'll admit, I was hoping as much. I didn't wish to compromise our professional relationship, but ... it has always been on my mind. Since the very first day."

That was enough to bring what sounded like an exaggerated gasp out of her. She cupped both hands over her muzzle a moment before pulling them away, knowing how silly she must have looked. Finally she just permitted a break to her professionalism and let herself slip into a toothy grin.

"Likewise," she chuckled. "I suppose you could say I've always been fighting off the temptation."

"So what's changed, that it's more than just a fantasy now?" He leaned in closer to her, sharing the warmth of his presence.

"I'm not sure." She shook her head, breathing slowly, deeply. "Does it matter?"

"I don't think it does, as long as you are feeling good about it. By your expression, I'll guess you are. Let's step into my office."

She was immediately overtaken not just by arousal, but by relief. All the tension, all the secrecy for fear of what he might think was a burden lifted from her chest, along with the rest of her body. She all but melted in her chair, before straightening up and rising to her feet. There was nothing more she needed to say until she was standing in front of his desk, with the door closed behind him. There was no one else in the building, but she wanted to make sure they could have all the time they needed all to themselves. A click of the lock, and she turned back to him, still wearing that positively foxish grin.

"I'm going to make the most of my time with you," she said with a lick over her lips. "I hope you don't have anywhere else to be tonight."

"It can wait. I doubt anywhere else would be as pleasant." He flicked his tail a few times, his cock already dropping, swinging back and forth beneath his hefty belly, still padded with a squishy portion of horse fat despite how long it had been since his last big meal.

She didn't waste much time undressing, damning all the buttons on her top, her hands only slightly unsteady as she exposed her hefty bust beneath. She couldn't be bothered with restraint by then. A flick of her finger, and she was simply snapping her bra strap. What good was it going to do her afterwards? Her breasts bounced as she freed them, and she took a moment to simply squeeze into their heft, leaning down to draw her tongue across her own cleavage, just to hear him snort in arousal. It was far from time for an extended tease though, and she was swiftly stepping from her skirt once she got it down to her ankles, panties following suit, ensuring she was fully exposed in all her curvy vixen glory before him. The sensation of his warm eyes roaming over her naked body scratched a long-awaited itch, feeling even better than any groping fingers could ever feel.

No more waiting. She couldn't stand it. She braced herself, crouching low, and threw herself at him with a fittingly vulpine fox-pounce. Throwing her arms around his muscular neck, squeezing herself close to him, rubbing her muzzle into his mane - every single touch fulfilled a deep-seated desire, one she had only imagined and craved but never yet experienced. She kicked her heels aside and curled her bare toes deep into the carpet, sighing out as energy welled up in her chest, prompting her to keep active. She couldn't just be passive with him, not after wanting him for so long. Especially when she knew how this was all going to end.

Nothing else mattered as she promptly made herself too busy to care, wrapping letting as much of her fur brush against his heated hide as possible, using her fur like a towel to wipe away that which made him glisten. Then she was kissing his cheek, a gesture soon returned to her a thousandfold as he swiped his broad tongue across much of her face in a single sleek slurp, leaving her cheek dripping with spit. He wasn't quite drooling yet, but she was definitely making his mouth water. She knew how dangerous it was to be that close to his jaws, but she was pretty sure their time together wasn't going to come to that swift of an end. Probably.

Maybe she was just going to have to take control to ensure she got as much time with him as she desired. Cupping his soft cheeks, she pressed her muzzle up against his, not feeding herself to him but rather just laying a big smooch on those horsey lips. He reciprocated, taking over her whole face with a wet kiss, opening up so that they could rub their tongues against one another's, exchanging saliva, closing their eyes and letting themselves groan out loud into each other mouths. There was no one around to hear them. They could be as loud as they wanted, go as long as they wanted, just there, together with each other's bodies. It was all going to be so worth it.

The fear was exquisite, running through her veins like the finest drug. It was far from terror, but rather just an inner nervousness, an instinctual danger alarm that somehow only contributed to her own arousal as he pressed his impressive jaws up against her face. She knew his strength. Maybe she had never quite experienced it on full display, but his size alone was enough to ensure she didn't have a chance against him if she chose to wiggle. Any day, any moment, and he could have easily snapped her up in his jaws, dragged her down his powerful throat, and tucked her away in his plump belly, and yet she had made it all this way. Now she was feeling his lips working over her face, his saliva running down his features, his tongue playing along over her fur and taking his first-ever taste of her. Her flavour was in his senses, something he'd never forget. She was as good as eaten already, now that he knew.

Her ability to moan was quickly shut off, muffled out by his intruding tongue as he stuffed it between her lips. It wasn't at all an unwelcome visitor, one she was soon suckling upon, delving down and taking inside as he pushed it farther. First it was just a mouth-filling kiss, but it grew deeper, more intense than that. She dragged her claws lightly along his thick hide, holding him hard as he pushed his tongue right down her throat, so sizable it was bulging out her neckfur, putting some strain on that light necklace of her as she struggled to fit it all. She glurked and gulped at it as if trying to swallow it entirely, feeling her throat working, stretching, expanding with its heft, pulling the clasp that held her necklace together to the very limits. Eventually that little piece of jewellery popped, throwing little buckles and bits of leather everywhere. She felt the chain rolling down her shoulder and to the floor as she continued to suck on his slurper, juicing the saliva right out of it, swallowing it straight down to her belly as she did her best to kiss back just as intensely, until the sound was echoing off the walls of that spacious office, smacking and sucking, letting a steady flow of spit run smoothly down to coat her tits.

It was hard for her to tell if it was her own urging or his that soon had them all but fucking, muzzle to mouth, tongue plunging in and out of her throat as he pushed it back and forth while she moved in time to his thrusts. Or maybe he was simply keeping in place, and letting her massage her own gullet with his slurper, moving with such eager motions, such lust that she was coming dangerously close to the back of his undulating throat. She could already feel the muscular force on display there, tugging at her, beckoning to her, but she was far from ready for the long dark slide just yet. She wouldn't have been able to convince him otherwise if he simply decided her flavour was too intoxicating, and he wanted nothing but to consume her right that very moment. But she hoped that her body was such a temptation that she might remain outside of him for at least long enough to satisfy the desire within her that was all but burning by that point, a fire that had her wanting to just claw the walls, or bite through a book, near to driving her feral with need.

She did eventually need to breathe, and he did nothing to restrain her when she slowly made her way back out of the kiss. It was like swimming to the surface of a warm lake, as she popped free with a spatter of saliva, tilting her head back and falling into a brief doggish pant before she steadied herself. She didn't put her tongue away, instead just pressing forth and dragging her tongue along his neck. He had sweat clinging to his hide, and she cleaned every single drop she could get, working along his throat, before coming down from her toes to work on his chest. Every detail, no matter how mundane, was worth licking, as she cleaned him from front to back as thoroughly as her own flexibility and height would allow, moving until she was standing directly behind his broad backside.

There was so much she wished to touch and taste, but she started with the most obvious. She had grown accustomed to seeing his fat balls bouncing up and down with his every step, bare all around the office, but that didn't mean she ever stopped noticing them. They were things of beauty, those smooth onyx orbs glistening with perspiration, silently begging for or perhaps demanding the attention of an eager vixen's tongue. She was going to give him more than just licks too. A few drags of her tongue, and then she was curling it beneath one of his massive balls, pulling it into her mouth, letting it stuff her cheeks to bulging as she showed her admiration in a series of deep, lengthy suckles, drawing as much of his flavour out, closing her eyes to let her other senses take priority as her nose remained mashed into his taint while she pleasured him.

One, and then the other, swapping back and forth, huffing like she was running a marathon in between them before stuffing her mouth full once more. The skin of his sack was silky on her tongue, and she massaged those nuts until they were completely coated, kissing, even nibbling on a bit of loose skin, rubbing it back and forth between her lips. Her senses were imbued with the warmth of the horse, his musk, and she knew she was having the right effect. His cock wasn't just swinging anymore, it was firming up against his belly, stiff and thumping at his fat, drooping only slightly. That usual equine give and flexibility wasn't even showing itself, it was simply an iron rod of horse dick, already smearing some lines of pre along his underside as he huffed and stomped one front hoof while she worked.

Up she went, opening wide, giving him as much of her tongue as she possibly could while she slurped her way up along his taint. She planted her palms on his ass, rubbing hard, feeling that padding, and the powerful muscle below. He probably could have kicked her through the wall from such a position, but she wasn't afraid of that. Not when she was proving herself so useful, kissing her way up and finally reaching that thick black donut of a pucker, one she didn't hesitate to rub her face against, letting her whole muzzle caress along its plump surface before she got to licking. She was generous with her slurps, digging right inside, pushing deep until she was muzzle-deep in his rear, hearing nothing but his hot breathing and an occasional grunt of approval that went along with a tight clamp of his insides. When he was squeezing down, she couldn't even move, but moments after and she was plunging her tongue in and out again.

She didn't stop until she could feel those contractions turning more rapid, telling her she was bringing him at least somewhat close to orgasm. She didn't expect to make him cum through tongue along, but she did have to make sure she took her time with him. His scents, his tastes, his every little flex and grunt of showing his pleasure, they were all something to be savoured. When she withdrew her tongue and sighed, she just stood basking in the moment for a time, until she felt his gaze upon her. Even with her eyes closed, she knew when he was looking at her, attuned to him like a sixth sense by then. Except, in all their dealings, he had never given her such a seductive, approving look as the one currently radiating out from his face right then. She couldn't help but start swishing her tail wildly at the sight. Just glimpsing him like that, hard and smirking to her, silently seducing her with every moment, she was dripping. Absolutely pouring over her thighs as if simply creaming herself on the spot, her hips rocking back and forth as she fought to keep her own balance.

"I never knew just how much you liked my body," Grant softly said.

"I must have done a very good job hiding it, then." She smiled to him once she steadied herself, her hands on his rear for support. "I've always been looking."

"Oh, likewise. But I didn't want to be inappropriate."

Her smile grew a little wider, tempered by her heaving panting. "Well, here we are. It's our time to be as inappropriate as we like together, at last."

Grant nodded. "I've been enjoying having you back there, assuredly, but I wonder: are you ready?"

"I'll be ready when I'm ready, you big horny stud," she teased, licking her lips, pausing dramatically. "... Which is now."

The parts of her brain that weren't lit up with arousal and desire had to admire the sturdy construction of his desk. It had to be the single most solid piece of furniture she'd ever seen, one that didn't even shift when she leaned herself over it, bracing herself as she heard him thumping around behind her, getting into position. The actual mounting was admittedly a bit intimidating, feeling all that weight, all that massive horse rearing right up behind her. One miscalculation and he probably would have come back down and crushed her flat. That would have been a literally anticlimactic end to their forbidden romp. But his aim was true, and he soon had his front legs looped over a bar hanging from the ceiling She had entertained so many questions about that bar from new hires over the years. Most of the time she fed them little more than half-truths.

He might have accurately mounted her, but there was still plenty of lining up to do. His dick prodded her in the asscheek first, then brushed up along her back. She felt it dripping, pouring out gobs of his pre, letting them cling to her fur. The part of her still in denial, still thinking herself above the fate of every other person who had given in to their urges around him was thinking about the next day, even if there wasn't going to be one. Everyone was going to know what she got up to with a mark on her fur like that. They would all be looking at her. A few pokes and prods, with her lifting her tail high and out of the way, and he finally found his mark, pushing that flared tip right up against the soft, glistening lips of her sex, applying a little pressure but not rushing to penetration just yet.

Her first instinct was to scoff, not at him, but at herself, for being so deluded as to assume she might have been able to take that much horsecock without breaking. He remained gentle with it, allowing her to get a good feel for his pulsing tip, for all that pre oozing out over her folds while she gushed out, lubricating herself up more than adequately. Any initial doubts began to melt away as she desperately moaned out, feeling him putting on just a little more pressure, taking good care to control himself as he spread and stretched her out without ever actually hurting her. Maybe it was how wet she was, or maybe she was just numb to the strain with how turned on he was making her, but a sloppy pop into those lips and he was inside of her, sliding inch after inch towards her centre, not even bothering her when he pushed past the resistance some inches down.

She wasn't quiet about it, mind. Just because he wasn't hurting her didn't mean he wasn't stimulating her. She fully endeavoured to be louder than anyone she had ever heard moaning through his office door, and she didn't even have to exaggerate to achieve that. Just a few moments with that massive cock inside of her and she was screaming like she was caught up in a cheesy horror movie. Wailing might have been a better word for it, while she writhed and shook, rocking back and forth, fucking a little more of his dick inside of her as he continued pushing in. His flare, his veins, that solid ring in the middle that popped inside of her with a squelch, it was all enough to make her come near to squealing for a moment.

Such a shrill noise actually gave him pause, and he leaned his head down near her ears to speak calmly to her.

"Alright so far? I don't wish to hurt you, even if a certain degree of breaking is unavoidable."

"Unngh," was her initial, inelegant reply before she straightened up and nodded her head, doing her best to act nonchalant, even challenging. "Oh, all that noise? That's just me enjoying myself. You don't need to hold back with me. Well, maybe a little, but I'm not fragile!"

She asserted that statement with a sharp jab of her hips, one she immediately regretted when it shoved another inch inside of him. He wasn't quite balls-deep, but she was already bulging, her belly outlining the shape of his cock. She would have rubbed at it, but her hands were busy, staying firmly planted just to support herself. Most of his weight was up on that bar, but he was still pinning her, bending her right over while she kept her tail lifted high, biting her lip when he finally started to fuck her. All of that juicy stretching and shoving was just getting him inside her, working deep until her body all but rearranged itself just to accommodate him. He hadn't even started thrusting yet.

As much as she promised herself she wouldn't simply go to pieces once he was actually mating with her, actually giving her what she had pictured and fingered herself to for years now, she couldn't help but embarrass herself just a bit. She was moaning in extended notes, though far from operatic as she grunted and almost growled out while he worked his enormous, muscular body back and forth. Pistoning, pumping, rapidly building speed as a slick trot grew into a rutting gallop. The desk might have stayed in place, but the whole building around her felt like it was shaking, like it might just collapse all around them if she didn't first. But she braced herself, flexed her every muscle, and told herself that a little exhaustion was going to be worth it if it meant perfectly taking his fat dick deep into her pussy, getting used and pleasured like so many before her, fucked no differently than he would have bred a mare in heat.

The sloppy products of their fucking ran hot down her thighs, a mix of his and her arousal, streaking over the white and orange of her fiery fur until it was even soaking up between her toes. Her breath was getting short, her legs were tired, but she wasn't going to collapse, not for anything. Even when the electric shock of orgasm sprang suddenly from within, rocketing down her legs, and all the way to the tip of her fluffy body. She wasn't quite there yet, but caught in a peak, in pleasure so paralyzing she could only shriek, sounding more startled than anything before settling into more standard rapid-fire moans.

"Nngh - nnh!"

Grant was panting too, his every breath like that of an old steam engine, a runaway train directed right into her pussy. He was forceful, but never brutal. Massive, but never overwhelming. Eager, but careful with his every stroke, rutting her just right, bringing her to a climax she hadn't even fathomed before. Her body was convulsing, contracting in ways she didn't know were possible, and her best effort to cry out, to top the perfect moment off with a wordless declaration of her heavenly bliss was cut short as she simply lost her breath and fell silent. She would have been drowned out anyway by the nicker and the neigh he erupted into as his cock bulged and flexed inside of her, his last few thrusts losing that careful edge and becoming harsh, plunging strokes that shook her to the very core.

She was full in an instant, his very first shot of cum packing her to her limit. The rest was just going to have to stretch her, and she felt her body expanding and being weight down by the weight of it. He filled her until it looked like he bred her, spurting forth his seed as he snorted steam right above her. She ensured the flow was constant and steady, milking it out with her mighty clenches, her body exercising muscles she didn't even know she had while she climaxed with a gush, spurting juices on his balls and belly while he filled her. She was soon sloshing, expanding with the burden of his seed that swayed inside her rounded belly, while she flopped briefly to the table, unable to hold herself up. That only increased the pressure on her middle, until his cream was simply gushing right back out of her, spraying down the carpet and possibly even the walls as she released some of the pressure. Funny, she didn't think he usually made that much mess during his private meetings. And she would know.

Yet even as orgasm overtook her like a hundred grasping tendrils, nearly paralyzing her, leaving her exhausted, soaked and satisfied, she still had more left inside of her that wasn't horse cum. When he dipped his head close and swiped his tongue along her cheek, she didn't just submit. Instead, she perked right up as if suddenly energized or simply given an electric shock, shaking her head and squirming as best she could beneath him, straightening so that she could thump her shoulders up against his underside in spontaneous defiance.

"Mm, hold on! Don't you go thinking you've broken me yet! There is still so much we can do together, wouldn't you say?" She spoke with haste, knowing there was a certain urgency to those post-coital moments around him.

"Hm," he simply said, and then chuckled. "A round two, then?"

"At least." She kept her tone as steady as possible, keeping the quivers her body was making out of her voice.

"Very impressive."

"When have I ever disappointed you, Grant?"

He gave her another lick on the cheek, though this one was quicker, softer than the first. Affection, not tasting. Though probably tasting too, while he was at it.

"Never, but now less than ever."

"Good. Now, if you'll let me at least turn over, I'd like to be able to watch you work this time."

He stepped back slowly, his cock flopping down from her cunt with a juicy sucking noise, coated in his cum as it slopped to the floor. He didn't stay soft for long, soon firming right back to that belly-stretching size as she laboriously rolled over atop his desk, stretching out and spreading her thighs, glimpsing him from behind the rise of her swollen belly. Reason told her that she was already full, that there wasn't possibly any more her body could take. But if she was listening to reason, she wouldn't have been there alone with a huge, horny horse know well for his insatiable appetite as much as his business savvy.

His bulk overtook her like the shadow of a stormcloud, and it there was plenty of precipitation to follow. He leaned down heavy on his bar, putting more weight atop her, sweating on her as he resoundingly pinned her, letting it pour upon her fur, pattering as if on a rooftop as those hot droplets hit the table below. The best she could do from such a position was cling to him, raising her hands and legs up to grasp at his heft as he overtook her entirely. She wasn't quite immobile beneath him, it wasn't like he was crushing her, but he was already so much more in control of her movement, limiting her to a bit of squirming at most as she remained sprawled and stretched out for him, gaping just a little.

That just meant he didn't have to take as much time easing his way inside of her. Not that she was any less shaken by it, letting out some sharp fox yips that almost sounded like giggling. Her ears were flat to her head, her tail twitched, but this time she wasn't screaming. Merely singing, or doing her best approximation of such, holding a note that wavered as she slid into her soaking depths. She was already overflowing, every inch of horsecock buried in her pussy one that sent pressurized jets of his cum shooting out of her, soaring across, painting his underside, hitting the floor beyond. The schlurps of his shaft sliding into her were already overwhelming as he stirred that overflowing chalice of cream with his cock, letting it all ooze back out of her with nowhere else to go. It wasn't like she could get any rounder, she thought, foolishly.

Where before she had at least had some ability to direct how things went, bobbing and swaying her hips just so, beneath him like that, with her legs spread right out around his barrel of a belly, she was all his. And she could already hear his belly rumbling. She could feel it too, hanging down there, squishy and soft against her tits, already padded with so many promising employees. Relatively, anyway. The best stayed outside of his gut, or at least that was what she always told herself, coming into work every day, sitting so close to him and his appetite, trusting that her own willpower would hold up indefinitely. Yet there she was with a dumb horny expression on her face as his flared dick fucked her senses right out, leaving her vision blurring, making her muzzle fall open, her tongue dangling out one side. She was even drooling on herself, in most undignified fashion.

She was only going to stray further from her usual tidy, proper appearance the longer he fucked her. He still wasn't balls-deep, but that was probably impossible. There was still well over a foot of horse jamming into her, his thrusts a bit stiffer, more feral in those moments. Or maybe they just felt that way, gliding along her swollen, oversensitive lips, pumping into her depths all over again. He didn't seem tired in the slightest, aside from his heavy breathing. He still kept fucking her like before, rutting her back and forth as she weakly held onto him in effort to not get thrown across the room by all that muscular horsepower. The smacking, slurping, sucking sounds of those juicy strokes into her sopping, soaking, flooded sex were echoing by then, growing out her stifled moans as he plowed her into a quivering mess, barely even an imitation of her usual dignified self.

She was beyond verbal by then, cycling through a whole series of foxish and canine sounds, yipping and barking when she wasn't just whimpering. It still didn't hurt, but she was a little numb. Her body could only handle so much pleasure at once, and that marathon of hot horse sex was making it so she could barely feel her legs. His every thrust was still plenty stimulating, making her go tighter and tighter, holding onto his cock as if to keep it in place with how firmly she was clamping on him, rapidly contracting. She couldn't even tell if she was orgasming or just staying locked at a perpetual peak, reaching the heights of bliss, and staying locked there, even if it meant completely unravelling her train of thought, blanking her mind out so her body could focus on cumming as she launched suddenly into a writhing, twitching seizure of climax, one that had her squirting on him as he leaned his head right down and nickered in her face.

It turned out she could get bigger. The cum that came bulging down his dick and erupting in her womb stretched her to her very limits, ballooning her belly outwards before the torrent turned itself around and began thickly slopping from her pussy. She was lucky it all just gushed back out of her sex, really. She felt dangerously close to simply popping for a few moments as he emptied those fat horse nuts inside of her once more, turning her into a fountain, spurting his cum in sloppy streams, shooting off in eight directions at once. It was all over her, and him, and the surrounding room, making so much more of a mess than she had ever cleaned before. She was sprawled, shaking, and the longer she stayed in the clouds like that, her body spasming with continuous climax, the less she could think, leaving her a swollen, soaking, dripping, drooling mess, her eyes rolled back and a silly smile on her face as she faintly murmured and chuckled in incoherent ecstasy.

"Now you're done," he chuckled, slowly slipping down to let his cock flop from her depths once more.

"Nnngh," she said, shaking her head. She couldn't even find the words to deny it. She was broken, her tongue refusing to cooperate, her body left sprawled and flattened as he closed in on her.

When his tongue came brushing against her cheek, and his jaws loomed right in front of her vision, flat teeth gleaming, she finally found some deeply-held reserve of energy left in her. The absolute last of her willpower, expended just to babble out a few decisive words.

"Never been fucked in the ass by a horse before ..."

He paused mid-slurp, tipping his head to the side a moment. "You know, you can't last forever. But I'm pleased by your effort."

"I've still got a little more. I have to make the most of these moments, don't I? I'm not just anyone."

"Perhaps." He didn't quite acknowledge her fishing for compliments, but the fact she was still outside of him was compliment enough.

First, she tried to just turn over, but her belly really wasn't going to let her do that. Even after unloading what must have been a gallon of his cum, just spraying it right out, she was still stuffed full, almost uncomfortable. She wanted to put as little pressure on that gut of hers as possible, so she was just going to have to remain where she was, stretched out beneath him, watching him leap up into the air and mount up on his bar again. This time he was taking a different angle, standing almost vertical, giving her access to his dick as she weakly took hold of it and lined it up with her tight rear. At least he was thoroughly lubed.

She was too tired to scream, though she would have if she still had it in her. That was a hell of a stretching, getting a sloppy draft horse cock stuffed into her butt, inch by inch, stretching her, making her pussy gush as the pressure on her bloated womb increased. He was moving slowly, almost as if he was getting worn out. But she doubted a stud like him could ever truly tire of fucking, even when he was hungry. She tried to lift her legs to wrap them around him, but she couldn't get them far. Her whole body felt like she was waking up the day after running a marathon, her every muscle useless, malfunctioning. She was pushing her body well past anything it was supposed to do, but she was somehow managing, watching her belly shift and wobble as that flared cock dug into her depths.

This time, he managed to make it all the way. His flare, his medial ring, and even thick base of his cock were all wedged up inside of her by the end, to the point she felt more impaled than penetrated. His balls tapped on her rump, and she wiggled her legs slightly, but she was otherwise helpless, pinned in place, feeling him getting to work. He hadn't slowed down any. She was sliding along the desk, near to just falling off, at least until she managed to brace herself slightly on the edge, curling her fingers around it with what little she had left in her tank. That let him pump and thump against her, spanking her with his nuts, leaving her completely blank and near to passing out. She was a slavering mess, already filled and bred. This was just excessive, but that didn't stop him from pounding her rump, leaving cum running like a river down the edge of the desk as it spurted out of her pussy with his every thrust, squished out by the ruthless pressure.

When she slumped and groaned, feeling herself stretched so very far, maybe never to return to ordinary tightness, he finally just finished himself off. A sudden,huffing, along with a frightening increase in speed, moving no more than an inch back and forth as he rapidly pumped himself to climax, and he was emptying his balls once more. It was perhaps a little thinner than before, even his own stamina tested to some extent. Of course, a horse's cumshot was still enormous compared to what she was used to, and she didn't have much room left. She felt a few disconcerting stretches, as well as just a general shutdown of her entire body. Maybe she was paralyzed. She barely even felt it when he pulled from and emptied the last few shots over her body, soaking her belly, her breasts, her face. She slurped some of it from her lips and swallowed it down, letting the taste mingle with the good amount she'd had earlier.

Other than her tongue, she couldn't move much else. She was limp, exhausted, drained and filled all at once. His scent was deep in her fur, and she was sweating plenty for herself. Her eyes weren't seeing much, so she was briefly startled by his approach as he hopped down from his bar and licked her entire head in one thorough slurp. His breath was steaming hot, even compared to the rest of the room, and she was only going to get warmed as he parted his jaws and gave her a good long look at the base of his throat, framed by his teeth, flexing as he prepared to swallow her down like so many interns or new hires before. All the years, all the waiting, all her masturbating thinking of finally giving in to him even if it meant leading to this moment, and it was finally happening.

At first she let out a whimper as she felt her muzzle slipping into his mouth, her vision darkened. She was soon gargling his saliva as it slipped past her open lips, leaving her swallowing deeply both in anticipation and by necessity. Before she could get too far down his throat, her nose just pushing towards those flexing muscles, he paused to lick the back of her head, giving her a nibble on the shoulders she recognized as something other than hungry. He spoke as best he could with his mouth full, smacking his lips on her upper back and chest to form words.

"Now, there's no reason to be nervous. All you have to do now is relax, and I'll do all the work. No need to think about anything but how good this feels."

At least, that was what he was trying to say. It came out much more muffled than that, but she got the idea. She sighed out and finally let her body slump. While she didn't exactly go limp for him, she released some of the tension from her muscles, feeling suddenly relieved of so many burdens. He actually paused in his swallowing to give her one last kiss, one so deep she had her whole muzzle in his mouth while he pushed his tongue between her lips one more time. Sucking on her head from ears to chin, he soaked her and tasted her, plunging his tongue all the way into her throat, making it bulge with the shape of it, letting her work her own swallowing muscles on him a little while before he pulled back out and resumed his meal.

Nothing else mattered but for the slimy constriction of his throat wrapping around her face. It was the perfect massage, the heat like a sauna, steaming upon her sodden fur as she slipped deeper into the equine darkness. By the way he slurped and nibbled on her, tugging her down, sucking her every detail into his throat a little at a time. She hadn't watched him with prey before, but the sound of his feasts gave her a good idea of how they went, and he was usually faster with them. Her mind gleamed to think he was taking his time with her, and only her. She liked to imagine she was a special meal, though that didn't mean his belly was going to be any easier on her. That much she knew.

It felt like just sliding into the warmest bed she'd ever rested in. She was snug in all that tightness, feeling his throat squeezing over her every single detail but never crushing her. Everything was so squishy and soft there wasn't even a moment of discomfort for her, at least so far. Her breasts fit into his jaws with ease, and then they were getting pressed flat as he clamped upon them in his gullet, working towards her big, rounded belly. Of course, he could fit that inside too, given just how much bigger he was than her, but even when he was trying to be gentle there was still more pressure than she could take. A tiny squeeze, pushing her inwards, and she became a fountain once more, squirting cum right across the room as it was squeezed right out of her, a juicy squish accompanying the mess, leaving her kicking briefly but unable to do much. Any sounds she tried to make were silenced by the fleshy contractions of his gullet.

She still had a gut by the time he was done squeezing all that mess out of her, was still sloshing, though he'd made it a lot easier to manage. He framed her hips in his jaws, tilting his head back, letting her internally cry out when she felt gravity taking over. One more gulp, and he could have tucked away her legs and fluffy tail, though he didn't rush it. Tightening his throat, he held her there for a moment, hovering just about gurgling oblivion, curling her toes, twitching her tail, subdued, broken. Though he woke her right up when he got creative with that tongue again, not even being subtle or careful as he jammed it into her oversensitive cunt again, bringing a scream out of her that went totally unheard even by her own ears.

It wasn't like she had any say in it, left to just faintly twitch, not even able to kick anymore as he ate her out, teasing her with pleasure, taking control of her and sliding in and out as if he were fucking her one last time, the muscular application of his tongue plunging her face back and forth inside his gullet as he worked. As big as his tongue felt, it was nothing compared to his cock. He had the entire thing inside of her before long, smacking his lips, sucking and nibbling on her thighs as he fucked her, leaving her waving her legs up and down as if she were slowly paddling underwater. Then she went rigid, curling her stiffened legs up towards his lips, splaying her toes as she gave one more squirt for him. It was an abrupt reaction, her body unable to resist the pleasure of that slurper even in her oversaturated state, and all she could do was whine as those sensations swam through her body, stimulating parts of her that were already so very beyond overstimulated by then.

She was very close to falling unconscious by the time her orgasm slowed to a mere glow. Her legs flopped down from his jaws, allowing him to whip them upwards with an elegant toss of his head and mane, slurping them down along with her tail. They were three fluffy noodles for his gullet, while the rest of her curves slipped down his throat and towards his fat gut, vanishing beneath his pudge once he was done swallowing her whole. He held that pose for a time, his neck straightened out, head tilted towards the ceiling, looking as handsome and elegant as horses could. Then he dipped his head back down and sighed as he finished off his meal, swallowing those thighs and calves and paws down in one final, slimy gulp, sucking her into his belly where she slightly sagged all the fat she would soon become, swaying back and forth as it grumbled and glorped in greeting.

He could feel her squirming some, but he didn't pay her much mind as the stomach walls tightened around her curves and began the process of converting her into another layer of horse pudge. It wasn't going to take long. He stretched some, letting his softened cock slowly tuck back into its sheath while he licked his chops. It wasn't long before her weighty presence inside of him brought forth a rumbling, a stirring of volcanic activity that sent the pressure and air rushing right back up his gullet, finally bursting from his mouth in a wet urrrallllp that rattled the pictures and accolades on his wall, a bassy blast of a belch that announced to the entire building that the insatiable horse had eaten someone again. But they were the only two people who knew how significant a consumption this was.

Well, significant perhaps in the sense that he was going to need to do some extra work to make up for her absence, as well as looking for a new hire to replace her. For a moment he thought to himself that she would do a fine job looking for someone to take over her own role, before pausing at the thought and faintly chuckling as he swiped his tongue over his lips. There was still plenty of her flavour left there, rich and distinctly that of a horny vixen, but she wasn't coming back. His belly was already at work, already churning and squeezing, preparing to pulverizing her pretty curves and convert them, just like any other meal. Even as a horse, his belly was long since accustomed to meat, both living and otherwise, and it wasn't going to be any kinder to her than it had been to everyone else who had taken a ride down his throat.

A glance around his office and all the chaos they had inflicted upon his normally tidy workspace perhaps gave him a brief moment of regret. Normally this was the moment, where he might page her and have her start the tidying, but he was just going to have to do that himself this time. No matter. She was worth the hassle, just to seize the opportunity to digest such a satisfying morsel. Arching his back and flicking his tail some, he let her simmer away, no longer paying her any mind as she slowed, softened, and succumbed to the harsh, airless prison that was his stomach, closing in around her as he returned to work, poking his nose against the wall console to activate the voice recognition.

"Open recent HR logs. Recent applicants," he told the console, and soon he was looking over a selection of resumes, studying their skills and their experience, trying to picture what they might have looked like just from text along as his gut loudly churned below, sounding like like thunder as it began seriously compressing around his prey. Not much longer.

"New file. Now hiring, secretarial position. Experience encouraged but not required, will consider all applicants."

It was dark out by the time he finally finished reviewing all the applications, and working out everything he needed to do to ensure the transition went smoothly for whoever ended up replacing her. He finished dictating an ad for Lilith's former position with some minor difficulty, frustrated by the unreliable voice recognition. It was so much easier to just have someone write it for him while he spoke it out loud. But ah well. Such was the price of his appetite, and even the most useful people eventually got caught up in it. He hadn't forced her nor surprised her with it either. Her current digesting state was the result of a long, slow breakdown of her own inhibitions, overwriting her own instincts and common sense the longer she was around him, until there was absolutely nothing she could do to resist the alluring call of a private meeting with him, no matter how dangerous it was bound to be. He doubted she had any regrets either in those final sloshing moments.

A few hours later, and he was done with her. Every pound of her had been processed, passed through his system, and added to his jiggly gut. Really, it wasn't much of an addition, compared to the rest. The only person keen-eyed enough to notice the difference was probably her, and well, she was in no position to comment on such a thing. He told his computer to shut down, and pushed his way from his office into the adjacent private bathroom to take care of the very last business. In the end, for as long as he'd been waiting for this particular indulgence, she looked just like any other of his meals.

The customized bathroom flushed and washed her way, spraying down his backside before he left. He was still going to need a good shower before sleeping that night, and his office still carried the significant scent of sex that had yet to be properly washed away. It would take time. There was a whole mountain of work added to his inbox with her new absence, but he wasn't going to let that impact his mood. All he wanted in those moments was to take a stride home in the evening air, and get himself freshly washed so he could take a long, deep sleep, and prepare for the next morning. He wondered how long it was going to take everyone else around the office to notice that her desk was conspicuously empty.