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Prick from a Rose by Zmeydros

It came in a clear box with a loud cyan ribbon around it to keep it shut. The petals of the rose that was trapped in the box were the deepest velvet red I'd ever seen, almost black. A note made out of nearly opaque vellum the size of an index card had been folded the long way and had a hole punched in the corner. From the outside, whatever had been written on it looked like a smoky haze trapped by the paper. Another cyan ribbon secured the note to the stem.

I heard the flower delivery van pull away as I closed the front door to my family's basic white two-story bungalow. In the small-but-functional kitchen, I untied the bow that was holding the lid closed and opened the box. The smell hit me hard: deep and citrusy with a musty undertone that I couldn't place.

Pulling out the rose, I brought it to my nose and inhaled. All the tension in my tiger-striped shoulders loosened like a sheet of ice on a sunny winter day. That wonderful calming feeling traveled just under my fur reaching ever lower, putting me at ease. My tail flexed as it wagged, having the mobility of a tiger's tail but the floofiness of a wolf's.

My forearms were sitting on my moderate bust as I held the rose. I knew who it was from, Kade was still in Germany for his study abroad semester and our anniversary was the day after Valentine's. Today.

He wasn't sentimental, but damn did he try. I could only imagine how much effort he put into painstakingly adding dates to his phone's calendar. I wasn't that sentimental myself, but he knew it made me feel special and that's all the reason he needed.

I pulled the rose away from my muzzle. My muzzle was short for a canine, but long for a feline. People rarely looked at me without staring for a moment to decide which "side" I was on. Not that there was that much animosity between canines and felines, but the stereotypes of the two rarely overlapped. Strangers often acted as if I could do anything at any moment. It was amusing now that I was an adult, but things had been really frustrating until I was out of high school.

Even more annoying was the damn bow that was tied around the rose! "OW!" I yelped when I tightened my grip on the rose to try and pull the bow out. The pain had an unexpected edge to it, like I'd just completed the connection on a car battery. The pain went right into my arms all the way to the bone and then cascaded down to my toes hitting everything in between.

Sure, I'd been pricked before, but this was something else. I wasn't even sure if it was pain by the time the sensation ended. More like a full-body twitch that traveled like a crashing wave.

There was blood. I'd cut two of my paw pads.

I grabbed a paper towel from the roll sitting next to our stark white refrigerator to make sure I didn't drip blood onto the buff-colored linoleum below.

Eyeing the bow, I said, "Fuck it," and grabbed a pair of scissors out of the kitchen drawer. Snipping the ribbon off the stem, I opened the note. The overembellished tiny italic text was nearly illegible.

*To my love, Savannah:*

*Let this be a day of roses, warmth, and love. I cannot hold you, so you must hold yourself. I cannot kiss you, so you must kiss yourself. I cannot finger you, so you must finger yourself. All these things I will do to you when I'm back home, but please do them thinking of me this day so, in some form, we can be together for our anniversary.*

*Seriously, take the day off and masturbate and do nice things for (and to) yourself so the person who felt awkward writing this note and attaching it to the rose didn't go through all that awkward for no reason!*

*Love,* *Kade*

*P.S. You absolutely must stay home today. Trust me, you need this time off and your coworkers will survive without you. I'll call tomorrow morning to see how your day went. XOXOXO*

I chuckled reading through the note, it was so Kade. The longer he kept a straight face, the harder he laughed. I shook my head at the last part. Fontina was out with strep throat and wouldn't be back probably for another couple days. If I called in sick too, things would be impossible. I'd have to take a special day to myself once Fontina was back.

After checking to see that the bleeding had stopped, I put the rose in a small vase with a bit of water. Then went to my tiny bedroom and got on my reddish-orange blouse and khaki work pants.

On the drive to work, my pussy twitched between my legs a few times. Each twitch sparked a wave of heat that got my nipples rock hard by the time I'd finished parking. As I got out of my ancient blue-green Chevy Malibu, I gasped at the wetness between my thighs. Taking a few breaths to calm myself, I promised my pussy that I'd get to her first thing after my shift was over.

Staring down my libido usually did the trick and I kept at it as I entered the intimidating red-orange and white hall of consumerism that was "Waltarko." This was the seven-hundred-forty-third store in the chain and it was adorable when our bosses tried to make us feel like our store was special.

I put on an unconvincing smile as I passed seven-foot-tall shelves packed with disposable goods. The more authentic I tried to make my smile at work, the more I looked like a creep. I was incredibly fortunate that I spent nearly every hour of my workday in the stockroom away from customers. I suspected most computer science majors preferred this sort of college job.

People were awesome for a couple hours each day, but after that, they were the worst! Unless they were on the internet and into the same kinks I was, then they were the most amazing thing in my entire life and I couldn't get enough of them.

Kinks...my mind was conspiring with my pussy to make things difficult and, as I stepped to the side to let Gino walk by, I ogled his tall, giraffe-spotted body from head to toe. Had he always had such a fantastic ass? I wanted to squeeze it and fondle it while he used that ridiculous tongue of his to do terrible, wonderful, things to my snatch.

His eyes caught me staring. "Do I have lint on my back or something?"

"Yeah," I lied since it was far less complicated than telling him the truth. "I'll get it. Just turn your back toward me."

As I reached for the fictitious bit of lint, his tail flicked to and fro. He could be a bit overly concerned about following all the rules of our job, but he was a decent guy, much better with customers than I was.

"There, got it." I pretended to flick the lint away.

"Thanks, Sav," He smiled.

"You're welcome!" I beamed.

I bit my lip as I allowed myself a covert glance at his backside as he walked down the aisle. If I kept having days like this, waiting for Kade to get back was going to be a real challenge. Especially since I knew he got off on the idea of me fooling around.

The back room had industrial metal shelves that went up the whole height of the store. Scissor lifts and ladders were scattered about the incredibly long and narrow corridors with an area where all the boxes were crushed and bound at the far end. I went to the lockup to put my large denim purse in a locker. Next to the door of the lockup was a little pad with a screen where I touched my badge to clock in. I did so and then used my badge to enter the room next to the lockup and grabbed a scanner and a walkie.

Then my workday started: consolidating things of the same type, pulling things that they needed up front, putting things back that they decided they didn't need up front after all. Products in constant motion, busywork in its purest form.

An hour into my workday, Beth and I were working in the home decor area of the stock room. She was a busty fifty-year-old fox with a gravelly voice and eerie grace when on ladders. From where I was, up high on a ladder checking boxes with the scanner to see which one was supposed to come down, I had a bird's eye view of her cleavage.

There was something going on in my crotch, something really odd. Sure, sometimes I liked to look at porn of women, but mainly to watch them enjoy whatever was going on and what the men, or other women, were doing to them. But at that moment on the ladder, I wanted to pull off Beth's top and bra and just smother myself in her tits while I fingered myself.

There was a buzzing just in front of my pussy above my clit, like the sensation you get when you've been rubbing at your skin for a long time and it gets tender. My panties felt tight and my wetness was soaking through them.

I silently prayed that my work pants were loose enough for that wetness to not start marking my crotch as I climbed down the ladder with the box. Two steps from the bottom, I gasped and lost my balance. My tail flailed behind me as I fell to the side. The box hit the edge of the shopping cart I was going to put it in and broke open sending wooden coasters clattering across the floor.

Beth caught me 'round the middle and guided down so I was lying on my back. For a brief moment, she was on top of me and during that moment, I blushed as I resisted the urge to thrust against her.

When she stood up and looked down at me, she asked, "Are you okay? You look flushed."

I was too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "I'm fine, I think I just climbed down too fast."

"Getting good numbers isn't worth breaking your neck," she said as if her sentiment was non-obvious.

I was usually in the high-middle for productivity at my job, so I never really worried about numbers, but it was a good white lie that would get me out of this awkward situation. "You're right, I'll try to be more careful."

"Good." She nodded, pleased with herself. Picking up the box she'd gotten down, she trotted off and left me to clean up the coasters.

Getting them back in their packaging wasn't too hard, but I started to feel like I was in heat. That tenderness just above my pussy was turning into pleasure. I kept rocking my hips to rub my panties against my pants. There wasn't anything near that area other than my clit, so I figured I was just misconstruing where my clit was. It was true that my panties, and fur, were so wet that the evaporation down there was giving me all sorts of sensations, after all.

Just letting things be was my favorite option because I knew if I took off my pants to inspect my crotch, I was going to masturbate at work again.

Masturbating at work was so much less satisfying than doing it at home. At home I had vibrators, I could get all the clothes out of the way, and I didn't have to worry about making too much noise. Getting off at work was always an act of desperation and I wasn't desperate yet.

After I'd packed up all the coasters, things had calmed down a bit and I went back to my duties. Other than some butterflies in my stomach, I was fine for the next hour and a half until my first fifteen minute break.

After I relieved myself in the bathroom, I stayed in the stall and inspected myself. The fur near my pussy seemed oddly dense and when I pushed on it, I swore I felt some extra skin. Touching around there made me moan like a cat in heat, so I took my hand away and thought about my options. Going to the clinic would blow up my workday and I wasn't sure whether I was just imagining things. Sometimes, if I was horny enough, touching my inner thighs could make me feel that good. It was possible I was just extra sensitive near my clit today.

Deciding to go to the clinic if things got worse, I pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and walked over to the break room. One wall was all windows looking out onto the white-painted cinderblocks across the hallway. Why someone would bother to put windows in that didn't look out at anything, I hoped to never understand. Because understanding it would mean that something had gone terribly wrong inside my brain.

As I used one hand to shovel handfuls of my mom's famous party mix into my mouth, the other hand sneaked between my legs. I didn't realize what I was doing until I moaned so loud that I choked on a pretzel chunk.

I coughed it out and then took a much-needed sip from my water bottle to soothe the scratchiness at the back of my throat. I kept both hands above the table for the rest of the break.

The butterflies in my stomach got worse over the next half hour. Now it felt like outright pain, like something was tugging at my insides. It wasn't even centered in my stomach. There was a burning on the front of my vaginal passage, like something was shifting there.

It took me about ten minutes to give up on toughing it out and take out my walkie. "This is Savannah, I need to go to the clinic."

"Okay, Savannah." It was Clarke's high nasal voice. "Gino, please take over for Savannah in the back."

"Roger that." Gino's voice came through with some static. He must have been on the opposite end of the store near the electronics section. The signal over there was always bad. Gino said it was because a madman had done the wiring for all the Wide-Screen TVs.

"Savannah, are you able to wait for Gino to get back there? We need the product you're pulling ASAP."

"Yeah, I think I can wait. I'll just keep pulling till he gets here," I said.

"Thank you." Clarke said in a singsong voice. He was my favorite manager. Pragmatic, efficient, and very polite.

Ages passed while I waited for Gino. The pain got worse than ever and I doubled over. As I hissed through my teeth and stomped my foot, the pain changed. It felt like someone was tickling my insides with feathers and then it was manageable. Something was moving down toward my sex. Then that something felt like it was sliding down the front of my vaginal passage!

An undeniable urge to push had me bearing down on whatever was inside me. I took deep breaths interspersed with moans as I got into a squatting position. It was like I'd shoved two apricots inside me and it was suddenly time to get them out.

Gino rushed over to me the moment he caught sight of me. He'd decided that my life was in the balance and started grabbing me under the arms trying to lift me up. "Shit! We've gotta get you--"

"No! Wait!" I begged, my instincts telling me everything would be fine the moment I pushed whatever it was out of me. There, with his eyes staring at me in complete bewilderment, I birthed the first round object. Instead of falling into my pants, it filled that extra skin I'd inspected in the bathroom. I nearly came from it popping out and had to breathe out moans to not embarrass myself in front of Gino.

The urge to push came back in full force and I did so. As the second one popped out, I came so hard that I fell to the floor. The pleasure was like roiling water surrounding pasta. I was the pasta, caught in a flow of hot bubbles. I twitched, yowled, howled, and bucked my hips feeling like someone had just knotted me for the first time. As my body moved, so did the sac that that contained my two new orbs.

From the horrified look on Gino's face, it was clear he thought I was dying right there in front of him.

The explosion of bliss passed leaving me on the floor with no will to move. Gino knelt down next to me, eyes the size of dinner plates as he stared at my drenched pants. I was pretty useless, wondering why the concrete floor below me felt better than any bed I'd tried.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm." I nodded languidly.

"What happened?"

"I don't know." I shook my head.

"Do you want help getting up?" He offered a hand.

I made no attempt to grab it. "Room's still spinning a bit. If I'm not able to get up in a few minutes, we can call someone to get me."

"No chest pain or anything?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Nope, all the pain is gone."

He looked at the wet spot between my legs, but then winced as if he didn't want to know what it was. He probably was thinking I'd peed myself. If the truth wasn't so embarrassing, I would have told him.

"Okay," he looked at his watch, "five minutes." He climbed the ladder and stared scanning boxes to find the next item on the list.

My eyes stared at the ceiling at first, but it was less than a minute before I was feeling incredibly energetic. A giddy warmth was rushing toward my crotch as Gino's fine ass once again became my fixation. As I imagined pulling his pants down and taking his buttocks into my hands, two incredible things happened.

The first was that my imagination had forgone my old standby, the strap-on that I typically used on men, and put an actual cock on me. There I was, in my head, pushing my nice thick prick into Gino's backside while he moaned and sputtered.

The second was that this imagined scenario was making my pants feel tight in a way completely alien to me. I felt something moving, something pushing out of me. Something that had a bunch of nerves that wasn't my clit. I bit my tongue to stay silent as a tent formed in my crotch. Every millimeter that slipped out stretched the circle of flesh that this new addition was coming out of wider.

Putting a palm against the rise in my pants, I rejoiced. There was only one explanation. No wonder Kade had told me to stay home, no wonder that rose affected me so strongly, no wonder I was acting like I was in heat. I was growing a cock and I'd just cum from having my balls drop!

I hopped to my feet and spun around the moment I saw Gino starting to head down the ladder. I said, "I think I'll just go to the bathroom and then take the rest of the day off."

He replied with worry still coloring his voice, "Yeah, maybe stop at the clinic first just to be sure you're okay."

"Sure, I'll see about doing that on the way out," I said with no intention to stay at work longer than necessary. In fact, I was going to wait till I got home to play with my new cock. All I'd do in the restroom was look to make sure I was right and didn't have to go to the clinic.

Every step was a challenge. My loins ached for my hands to reach down and relieve me of my pants. I was moaning by the time I was past the area where the seasonal stuff was stored, I was panting by the time I was near the box crusher, and I dropped to my knees before I could pass it. The restroom, not thirty feet from me, felt like it was across the universe. My length was raging against its confines and my daydream about fucking Gino was inescapable.

It was all Kade's fault. All his encouragement for me to seek out other sex partners while he was away. I was sure he wanted to watch me with whoever I picked when he got back and that was making me even harder!

I tried to stand, but the pain was too much and I fell back onto a pile of boxes that had been collapsed and were waiting to be thrown in the crusher. I was on a cardboard cloud.

My hands were undoing my pants, my mind prioritizing the cessation of pain and lust over my decency and continued employment. As I pulled my pants and panties down, my shaft flopped out and slapped against the fur of my belly.

Gawking at my beautiful hot pink canine-shaped erection with titillating feline bumps, I teared up in joy. This was the best present anyone had ever gotten me. This was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I greedily took my tool into one hand while the other felt up my heavy apricot-sized balls. Of course, Kade being the strap-on size queen he was, would make sure I was enormous. It was thick, well over ten inches long, and had knot as big as a racquet ball even before it was inflated.

Groping my balls, I stroked my shaft feeling ecstasy as my paw pads caught on the little bumps scattered across it. It felt as if someone had taken my clit and made it swell up to something that I'd need both hands to tame. Stroking it was like fireworks. It took all I had not to yelp and yowl as I manhandled it. The boxes started crunching sounds underneath me as I took on a brutal pace.

I added my other hand and grunted as I tried to keep my breathing in step with my body's need for oxygen. It was a real challenge, between the moans and gasps and stifled screams, my lungs were under a full load already. A light headache built at the front of my head as something that touched the front of my vaginal walls burned. I smiled to myself realizing it was my brand new prostate about to unleash its first load.

I needed to release the pressure, I needed...my left hand my left hand gripped under my knot making it feel like I'd just popped it inside a pussy. My knot grew to the size of my fist as a rush of delight radiated to every extremity.

"What the fuck?!" Gino's voice made me look up from what I was doing.

My body didn't wait for me to assess the situation. I yowled openly for the second time that day as my entire length lurched in my hands. Knowing what was happening instantly, I used my feline flexibility to bend in on myself and put my mouth over my cock tip. Sucking on my own cock as I came was like the ice cream on top of a warm apple pie.

I came so hard I saw stars. I came so hard that my spooge splattered against the back of my throat. And I came so much that some squirted out the sides of my mouth sounding like the pattering of rain as it hit the cardboard sea I was drifting in.

Gino watched the whole thing, tail lifting up, mouth dropping down, and hands in front of his crotch. I'd always thought he was the sort that liked getting pegged. Now I knew.

I tasted like lemon curd mixed with vanilla ice cream: tangy and sweet and thick. As I got the last bit down, I let my dick drop from my mouth and fell backwards panting like an olympic sprinter after the hundred meeter dash.

Gino walked over to me timidly and asked, "Have you always had one?"

"No...just got it today." I said between labored breaths.

"So, that's what was happening back there?" The insides of his ears were blushing.

"My balls dropped in. It felt fantastic!" There was no point in hiding any of it now.

"W-wow, why didn't you stay home?"

"It was a surprise gift from Kade." I grinned.

"That's a huge gift." He stared at my prick which was now receding back into its home.

I smirked. "If you're nice, I'll share it with you."

"If you wait till I get off work, I'll let you." He took his hands away from his crotch so I could see his erection straining against his pants, but I barely even noticed it.

What I drew my attention was a wet spot between his pant legs. After blinking to make sure I wasn't seeing things, I asked, "You too?"

After giving me a simple nod, he walked past me toward whatever item he'd been tasked with getting. I watched his ass until it was out of sight and then stowed my Valentine's anniversary gift eagerly awaiting the next time I'd bring it out to play.

THE END

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