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Luvian in... Unexpected Overtime

By Danath (danath.sofurry.com)

Luvian © Luvian

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Luvian wore his best suit to work on his first day of his new position. He'd worked hard to get the Executive Designer position, so when he received an email letting him know last week, the wolfbird finally felt like his hard work was acknowledged. The Executive Hospitality Services department at SynTech wasn't the most visible or well-known of the many branches of the company, but Luvian felt proud every time he walked through a building and saw his touches decorating the walls - a vase here, the art behind an executive's desk there, the color of paint in a conference room. Luvian enjoyed designing interiors to be both pleasing to the eye and functional, so the new position as an Executive Designer meant lots more freedom to direct projects on a grander scale - he'd be in charge of teams of people from now on.

The wolfbird's hunter green suit hung from his slim shoulders and showed off the gentle curve of his lower back. Specially tailored openings in the white button-up shirt and the green suit coat allowed Luvian's large wings to stick through in the back. Each wing had a span about the same as the height of the wolf, possibly a few feet more when fully extended, though currently they folded in against his shoulders neat and tidy. They were gray-furred on the upper half, the same dark shade that coated the rest of him from his head to his knees. The bottom halves of his wings featured an overlapping series of dark, ruddy brown feathers, with the smallest at the base of his shoulders and growing larger towards the broad wingtips. A long and feathered tail the same color as the lower parts of his wings draped out over the belt of his dark green pants, swishing side to side as he strutted through security, nodding at the bored guards behind the counter. They would only respond if the system alerted them to a visitor without proper clearance, and the wolfbird's ID badge hung proudly around his neck on a SynTech lanyard. Though design was his passion, SynTech was a close second - the wolfbird had big plans for further promotions, eventually reaching the upper echelons of the company where real power resided.

In the meantime, the canine-avian hybrid kept his black nose to the grindstone, working hard to complete projects ahead of schedule and beyond expectations. The promotion was just the latest sign things were going well for Luvian, and as he waited in the elevator on the ride up to his floor in one of the many skyscrapers spearing into the sky on the SynTech campus, he tapped his white talons on the floor. The wolfbird's avian-styled yellow-scaled lower legs scratched impatiently as he straightened his tie in the metallic reflection of the elevator door.

This was it... his first day as an executive. A rookie executive, sure. A junior executive, yes. A newbie in the lower rungs of the enormous corporate structure, fine, of course.

But he was here. Just one step closer.

The doors opened with a ding and Luvian stepped out into the familiar office, but instead of turning right to head into the field of desks where dozens of designers worked at computers in an open office space, he turned left, strolling along the row of small offices along the wall. A common secretary working for the pool of junior executives occupying the offices nodded at him as he approached.

"Good morning, Mr. Luvian!" the short, emerald green dragon said. Her voice was bright and cheerful as she leaned over the counter, holding a mug of cool coffee and a packet of papers. "Oh, I'm sorry, just one moment."

Leaving the papers in the wolfbird's fingers, she pulled the coffee mug back to her muzzle and closed her eyes. When she exhaled, a bright blue flame roasted the bottom of the mug, quickly bringing the liquid inside back to a steaming hot temperature.

"There you go, Mr. Luvian! Your office is right there in the middle. Let me know if you need anything!"

Luvian accepted the handle of the mug and nodded, eyes wide as the dragoness smiled at him cheerfully. He backed up into his office and slumped into his chair without really looking around until he blinked himself out of his haze. He was at work - this was no time to get distracted by a pretty secretary! The wolfbird chided himself as he looked around, checking out his office.

It was small - barely large enough for his desk and a chair for a guest. He had a pair of bulletin boards, a white board, and a window view looking out over the SynTech campus and the city beyond. He pressed his face up against the glass, eyes wide as he drank in the view. This is what he was after - this what he wanted. Views like this, positions of importance, the ability to make a difference! The wolfbird grinned and tore himself away from the glass to turn on the laptop sitting on the desk.

It displayed his username and scanned his eye as it flickered to life, presenting him with his latest interoffice messages. The first was an assignment from his boss - the first project he'd manage as a junior executive. Luvian tapped on the keyboard to open the message and scanned it in a rush. A performing arts hall suffered an incident with a bull that unexpectedly swelled up during a concert and flooded the lobby. The construction was done, but the bare walls turned off visitors - could someone from Campus Design help out the University?

That someone was Luvian. The wolfbird grinned as he opened more files - blueprints, architect reports, budget analyses, building histories, photographs of the lobby from before the bull's incident, photos of the bull during the incident, images of the lobby after the incident... Luvian felt a stirring in his pants and shook his head. No, he needed to focus - this was too important to get distracted!

He peered at one of the photographs. The bull's thick red hide pulled taut across his shoulders, outlining the size and strength of his biceps as a cock almost as wide as his torso flexed just off to the side of the camera's range. In the background, though, to the left of the muscular bull's round rump, Luvian noticed something - a pink sort of haze. At first he thought it was a processing error, but there was no doubt about it - some sort of pink mist.

Curious, but Luvian had seen stranger things, after all. The wolfbird peered at blueprints and mentally calculated the costs of various ideas and themes. Something classy, formal, but welcoming at the same time... hmmm...

"Hey, Luvian!"

The wolfbird's wings unfurled halfway as he jumped in his chair, swinging around to face the door of his office. He recognized the handsome gryphon immediately - tall, lean, the nimble sort of figure that screamed it was just full of energy even if it wasn't all that large. He was tall, with lush wings made of solid feathers, darker brown at the edges to a lighter tan around his shoulders. A mane-like ruff of chocolate brown fur formed a v-shape down his throat and chest, eventually narrowing to a strip that crossed his belly and widened again between his thighs. The gryphon's glossy yellow beak and piercing purple eyes also left quite the impression on Luvian. Of course, the wolfbird couldn't see any of the gryphon's smooth chest and belly, covered as they were in the dark fabric of his suit, but whenever Luvian saw the manager of the design division, he couldn't help imagine the gryphon as he'd seen him that one time in the locker room of the gym located a few floors down...

Though being suddenly confronted by the gryphon in an unexpected way startled the wolfbird. The lupine muzzle squawked in surprise before he could stop himself.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" the gryphon said. He stretched out an arm, the corners of his beak turning up in a friendly grin as he waited for Luvian to return the handshake. "I've seen you around before, but I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Constantine Sterling. You'll be reporting to my office."

Luvian stared up at the handsome gryphon and nodded before he remembered to close his muzzle. The gryphon's eagle-like forearms felt smooth and firm against the wolfbird's lupine fingers.

"Looks like you're already getting cracking on your project, so I'll leave you be. Let me know if you have any questions," the gryphon said, squeezing the wolfbird's paw just a little more firmly before releasing. "I'll be in late tonight - big deadline coming up for the all-managers' meeting at the big headquarters, you know. Gotta get ready!"

The friendly gryphon nodded and waved, turning and heading as the speechless wolfbird looked after, though his rusty red-feathered tail swished excitedly along the textured laminate floor under his desk. Maybe this job was going to be even better than he thought if his boss was as nice as that all the time. If this was the gryphon under pressure, he must be a fountain of positivity in normal circumstances.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. Luvian met a few other of the Executive Designers - there were a few dozen in all managing projects ranging from small teams of a few movers to large armies of decorators and painters and craftspeople. His project - the lobby redesign - was somewhere in the middle in terms of complexity. The history of the building made it difficult to alter things too much - the theater was one of the few pre-SynTech buildings remaining on campus. He had lunch with them in the breakroom and chatted with the secretary - the emerald dragoness - towards the end of the day.

The regular quitting time came and went, but Luvian remained at his desk, taking advantage of his executive status to have food delivered straight to his office. Eventually, his light was the only one on among the row of Executive Designer offices. The main floor with the dozens of desks was empty of activity, a startling change from the busy daytime. Luvian stretched backwards in his chair, leaning away from the expensive tablet on which he'd drawn and sketched various ideas for the lobby space. Tomorrow he'd be able to start pricing out options, and by the end of the week present a proposal he felt would be strong enough to get approved. Maybe not the most impressive start, but he'd make sure there'd be no stumbles early on. Luvian grinned and stretched his arms over his head, then extended his wings. His office was narrow - longer than it was wide - with the view of the city at night filling the window on the wall end. His desk was in the middle, facing the interior wall between his office and the neighbor next door. He was pleasantly surprised to find his floor space just allowed him to stretch his wings outwards almost to their full span, which he did with a yawn.

The large feathers at the end of his left wing bumped upwards between something warm and Luvian froze as a weight squeezed down on the top of the feathers. He turned his head slowly and then let out a small unhappy noise as he pulled his wings in. Constantine stood in the doorway, looking down between his thighs where he'd just been given an impromptu featherjob. His knuckles were still up in the air, just about to rap on the door jam to alert the wolfbird to his presence.

"I did it again!" the gryphon said, shaking his head. "I promise I'm not trying to sneak up on you, Luvian!"

The gryphon laughed and took a step back, though he leaned forward to peer at the open screens on the monitors and tablets spread over the wolfbird's desk.

"Looking good... very good! And you can fit the fountain there without needing to move the stairs?"

Luvian nodded his head and zoomed in on a set of blueprints on display on a tablet hanging from a movable arm on the wall.

"Yes, the architect said the walls below can support the weight without needing any major structural renovations, since the damage was surface level moisture problems anyways. On the plus side, this fountain will also help future issues with concert guests encountering... uh... well, you know... um..."

Luvian stammered to a stop, his confidence suddenly draining as he realized he was about to start talking giant, over-productive male organs with his boss. What a way to start day one that would be.

"Oh, I see," Constantine said. The gryphon's voice was a playful purr as he swiped his fingers to the side on the tablet, showing the next picture was one of the bull in mid-orgasm, a fountain of seed pooling knee deep throughout the lobby with no way to drain. "You've got a drain in plain view, but nobody will know it's there. Clever, Luvian, very clever."

The gryphon grinned and scratched his claw tips through the thick ruff of fur wrapping around his neck and over his head, then ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix the stray strands going every direction after a long day of work.

"Anyways, you've done a lot for your first day. Remember too that we have deadlines for a reason - get things done on time so the other teams don't get surprised by too much coming in at once, you know?" the gryphon said. "I'll be around another hour or so, but I expect you to be gone by the time I leave, got it? Have a good night, Luvian!"

The wolfbird stared at the retreating backside of his boss. Was it possible for someone so friendly to exist? Could he have lucked into the Nicest Boss Ever? Luvian shook his head and turned back to his desk. Constantine was right, though - he had all week to get the estimates in. He could head home anytime. Though first, he'd just wrap up this last idea and sketch...

The monitors flickered off and on. The light above the wolfbird went next, flashing half a dozen times before blinking back to an eventual solid glow. All around the office, the bright blue glow of dozens of computer monitors automatically turning on as the computers reset put a strain on the building's power system. Luvian heard a rattling from the ceiling above him and stood up in alarm. Slipping out of his office, he looked around as the rattling echoed through the empty office while dozens of startup chimes blared from speakers. An automatic update of some type, Luvian wondered.

The wolfbird glanced across the office floor past some of the support columns towards the only other office with a light on. He could see Constantine at his desk, glancing around in confusion at the same noise Luvian heard, presumably. But instead of getting up and exiting his office like Luvian had, the gryphon shrugged and turned his head back towards the stack of papers on his desk.

That's when a billowing cloud of pink mist mushroomed out of the vents in the gryphon's office, completely filling the room. The gas was so thick that, despite the blinking light, Luvian could see no trace of his boss. He stared, eyes wide and tail still, not sure exactly how to respond to what he just saw. The pink gas swirled and whirled around the room as the rattling noise abruptly cut out. A few moments later, the flickering of the lights stopped. The power draw returned to normal and the air conditioning started up, a gentle whirr that, while inaudible during the busy day, sounded like a roar in the ominous quiet of the silent office. Strands of the thick pink mist floated upwards, sucked into the air return vents as fresh air was pumped in by the AC system, slowly clearing Constantine's office. He could see them rising through the glass above the door.

Luvian ran forward.

"Constantine! Uh... Mr. Sterling? Hello?" he called, paw reaching out.

Before his fingers made contact, the knob turned. Luvian stumbled backwards as the door swung open, releasing a cloud of pink gas that quickly dissipated into the air. Standing square in the center of the doorway, Constantine shuddered, his talons gripping the edges of the door jam for support.

"Constantine?" Luvian asked, stepping closer. "Are you okay? Was that... is that supposed to happen?"

The gryphon snorted. A plume of pink gas exhaled from the nostrils high up on his glossy, sharp eagle beak. The suit coat stretched tight around his shoulders as he let out a low groan. The seams holding the fabric together pulling apart as he took a step forward, both large hands stretching out towards the wolfbird. Constantine's purple eyes glowed in the deep blue light of the dozens of monitors, that same light also illuminating the swelling of his upper body from the side, casting parts of him into shadow. Luvian stared, shocked, as the pants clinging to the gryphon's feline hips and thighs split down the middle, revealing the dense, dark brown pelt below. Buttons popped from the button-up shirt as Constantine's pecs flexed, bulging outwards, thick and hard and showing far more definition than before. In fact, the gryphon's whole body was bulking up, Luvian realized, getting larger both in muscle mass and in height before his very eyes.

And as the pants ripped to shreds around the beefy, powerful legs, Luvian's eyes traveled down, widening as he watched a thick, soft pink maleness stretch from a feline sheath between the gryphon's legs. Accompanied by a softball-sized set of testicles, the full arousal stretched up and out, following the thick bulge of the main shaft with a beefy, bulging knot, like two baseballs set on the sides of the bat.

Abdominals rippled and shifted under the gryphon's belly as he groaned again, staggering forward. Luvian stepped backwards automatically as he watched Constantine's chest outgrow his suit coat. Scraps of material fluttered from his beefy pecs and fat nipples as he flexed, shuddering and growing even larger. Those purple eyes blazed even brighter, narrow and sharp, focused on Luvian, who tripped over his own feathered tail as he tried to keep backpedaling.

"Uh... oof! Constantine... what are you... you're... mmppphh!"

A lion-like growl ended in a predatory screech as the gryphon's hips surged forward, aimed at Luvian's open maw. The pointed tip of the thick maleness stretched the wolfbird's jaws wide, instantly filling his cheeks with the warm musky length, as the last few clouds of the pink chemical mist drifted away and out of the air vents. Luvian's eyes turned upwards, looking past the hard abdominals and the fluffy, deep treasure trail of slightly lighter brown fuzz that widened across his wide shoulders and round pecs, running into his overgrown and wild mane. The eagle's sharp eyes looked right back down at Luvian as he ran his tongue over the edges of his beak, hips already thrusting his heavy, full thickness deeper into the wolfbird's muzzle. Luvian stretched his wings out to the sides as his fingers dug into the gryphon's thighs.

This was not how he expected his first day of work to end.

More surprising, though, was that he didn't mind. The gryphon was handsome and just so... so...

Luvian's sensitive lupine nostrils flared, sucking in lungfuls of the hybrid's deep and musky scent. It was so good. So rich... the wolfbird shuddered as his cock hardened in his suit pants. It shoved out and down the leg, throbbing, forming a wet spot as the gryphon's muscular hips pumped in regular, steady, deeper each time, working the narrow throat of the groaning, gasping wolfbird open a bit at a time as deep growls and rumbles of pleasure echoed out of the gryphon's beak.

The wolfbird's head spun. He couldn't think straight. This wasn't right. He wasn't... supposed... to blow... his boss... but he couldn't stop himself either. Thick strands of saliva and pre-cum rolled down his chin and squirted from his nostrils as he wrapped both paws around the gryphon's fat knot.

"Grrraaaaahhhhhrrrr!"

The roar rang through the office. Luvian's eyes widened as he felt the fat, achingly hard maleness pulse deep in the back of his throat. The gryphon's claws dug into the fuzzy, dark gray fur around the wolfbird's ears and before Luvian could do a thing about it, the knot slid through his fingers, and popped past his lips.

The gryphon's eagle-like forearms flexed, shoving the wolfbird's muzzle down as the fat and bulbous knot stretched his cheeks. The rest of the shaft lurched, bulging lewdly down the rippling, swallowing gray-furred neck. Luvian's eyes bulged as he felt the claws pressure him deeper, until his nose buried in the deep, musky, pheromone-laden crotch fur of the eagle-lion's sheath. The warmth, the heat, the pressure... Luvian shuddered, moaning with lust as the gryphon's grip tightened. A moment later, that warmth turned into a blast of heat.

The wolfbird felt the gush, though all he could taste was the huge, musky flesh of the knot stuffed between his stretched jaws. Every drop of thick white gryphon-cum went directly into Luvian's belly. His stomach bloated outwards, filling like a water balloon as the recently enhanced Constantine blasted his pent-up load into the nearest warm muzzle he found. Luvian's eyes watered as he wrapped his paws around his stomach. He could feel it sloshing and swelling already after just half a minute of the gryphon growling and cumming and thrusting and humping and dragging his knot back and forth inside the wolfbird's muzzle. The musk made it hard to tell how much time passed. Luvian felt hot. The thick shaft throbbed, huge and rigid, stretching him like nothing he'd imagined. Constantine's claws stroked his fur, urging him on as the muscular, powerful gryphon's belly squeezed forward, grinding those large abs over the wolfbird's face.

By the time Constantine decided he was done, Luvian's belly stretched out past the waist of his pants, hanging down between his knees and flattening across the floor. His neck, distended still by the obscenely thick gryphoncock, swallowed rhythmically, milking the powerful male's arousal. Luvian would do anything for that cock, that taste, that musk... he couldn't imagine ever not smelling it, feeling it... the pheromones... it was the pheromones, he told himself... he just needed to... to... to...

The knot popped out of his muzzle and he gasped, lurching forward as a wave of backed-up spooge erupted from between his cheeks. A few ropes of thick seed splattered across his backside as he rolled forward on his bloated gray belly. The wolfbird's wings spread out to the sides to help him balance as his paws spread across the floor.

"Nnnnnggghhhh... too much," he groaned.

A large set of taloned fingers wrapped around the base of Luvian's feathered tail and pulled it to the side. There was no hint of foreplay, just the urgent spearing: Luvian squawked as he felt felt the huge shaft impale his rump, spreading him open with a few well-timed gushes of thick gryphon seed lubing the way.

Surprisingly, and perhaps thanks to the thick, warm cum pulsing out of Constantine's shaft, Luvian thought, he was able to enjoy this more than he would normally. Not that he had much choice. The gryphon's thickness spread his tail hole wide, mercilessly forcing deeper as the larger, muscular male crouched over his upturned backside. Luvian clamped his muzzle shut as his cheeks bulged with backed-up jizz, shoved back out of his bloated belly by the sheer size of the thickness the gryphon wielded upon him.

Claws dug into his shoulders to either side of Luvian's fluttering wings. He moaned and squawked, growled and yipped, hips clenching and squeezing as the muscular gryphon's thighs pumped forward, grinding the twin-baseball knot under the wolfbird's tail. There was little resistance left - Luvian sagged forward, a dazed expression on his muzzle, his arms stretched out and around his rapidly swelling belly. Constantine's chest flexed, biceps bulging, forearms stretching as he ground forward and, with a satisfied roar-screech, knotted the wolf for the second time. As Luvian's belly shuddered, the gryphon's claws tugged on his hips, still pumping and pushing his thickness to the hilt and beyond.

Luvian's belly shivered, spreading outwards as the gryphon's claws groped at his hips and rump cheeks, keeping them squeezed in around the base of the fat knot plugging him up from behind. A steady drizzle of seed dribble from Luvian's lips as the gryphon's thrusting increased in pace.

"Nnnnggh... not... another... looooooowwwwwwwuuuuuuuuudddd!"

Luvian's belly bloated again. Visible jets of the gryphon's powerful, musky, hot seed forced their way against the stretched gray belly now several times wider than the wolfbird's own backside. The gryphon leaned in, knot flaring, cock squirming, both of his feet coming off the floor as his entire weight descended onto the wolfbird's twitching backside.

Their moans echoed through the office before Luvian's faded into a series of gurgles. A rich waterfall of spooge rolled from his lips as his stomach stretched and creaked, filled beyond capacity by the hyperproductive, muscular, transformed gryphon. The last few scraps of Constatine's suit floated down past his knees as he leaned back, getting over the highest peaks of his orgasm and slowly returning to some semblance of rational, non-lust-induced behavior.

That didn't stop him from wiggling his thick knot side to side inside the wolfbird's stretched tail hole, though.

"You know what, Luvian?" the gryphon said. Though his voice was deeper, the same friendly tone as he had before remained. "I think you and I are going to do some really good work here. And I'll tell you what - in a few months, I'm due for a promotion, and I may bring you with me - your ideas on the... nnnnfffffff... on the theater lobby really impressed me!"

Luvian listened with half an ear and managed a wag or two of his long feathered tail, but that was all the mattress-sized wolfbird could manage as thick cum slowly drained from his muzzle. His nostrils flared with the gryphon's scent as he nodded his head, tongue hanging out.

For a filling like this, he'd follow the gryphon anywhere.

Luvian blinked. That was just the pheromones... right?

Both males turned their heads towards the elevator doors. A whooshing cloud of pink mist swept outwards from the interior like a tide, propelling from within the familiar view of the emerald green dragoness - the Executive Designer's pool secretary. Only now she didn't look quite so familiar. Luvian's gray muzzle dropped as he sloshed forward, having achieved some sort of equilibrium with the enormous gryphon plugging his rump and bloating his belly beyond belief, and a squawk erupted from his dark lips once more.

"Oh, there you are!" the dragoness said. Tatters of her clothes hung from her shoulders, arms, and thighs. Muscles flexed and bulged under the shifting, glossy bright green scales that glinted a vibrant underwater blue in the light of the computer monitors as she approached. "I couldn't get a hold of either of you on the phone, so I decided to come back to let you know - the building is experiencing issues with the ventilation. Something about the film set next door accidentally venting into the ducts in here. Anyways, I'm sure it's nothing!"

The dragoness grinned as she sauntered forward. Bright emerald scales, slightly lighter and whiter in shade down between her breasts and over her hard, rippling belly. Her tail, wide at the base and tapered towards the tip, swayed behind her swinging hips. Between her muscular, powerful legs, a dark maroon maleness draped to her knees, easily twice as fat around as Luvian's bicep, while a pair of oversized dragon eggs bounced beneath, glinting and jostling, swollen to the brim with untold gallons of warm, potent, virile seed...

As the rush of new dragonmusk sank into the wolfbird's nostrils, his eyes closed halfway. His stomach sloshed, sending jolts of warmth and pleasure up his spine, as he heard the dragoness purr.

"Oh, so you don't mind? Gee, thanks! For some reason, I'm feeling really horny!"

Luvian's already drenched muzzle opened wide around the thick maroon tip smeared over and past his lips a few moments later, guided by the secretary's slender emerald fingers. The dragoness's eyes glinted in the dark as she rubbed her palms over the sides of the moaning wolfbird's muzzle.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sterling says it's okay if I use your muzzle, Mr. Luvian!"

The dragoness's hips surged forward, burying her shaft to the hilt in the shocked wolfbird's throat, forming a bulge even larger than the one created by the gryphon before. His arms stretched forward, but Luvian couldn't reach past the growing bulk of his body as the dragoness's hips shoved forward, harder, faster, rapidly increasing in pace until the wolfbird's nostrils released twin sprays of cum, the intensity matching the groans and gasps of the eager dragoness.

Luvian, if he could, would have sagged with relief at the blessedly short, though impressive, bout with the dragoness. He felt so full, so massive, so stretched and filled and filled again... he blinked his eyes, shuddering, his own thick member still firing off somewhere beneath the bulk of his cum-inflated stomach.

The dragoness pulled her hips back, then stuffed herself forward, quickly building up to an impressive tempo for having just erupted. Luvian's eyes went wide and his squirming intensified as the gryphon's claws tightened around his stretched hips, holding him in place as his whole body rippled around his boss's huge thickness, and now the dragoness's stalk as well. The dragoness grinned down at the wolfbird, plumped-up lips drawing back in a broad and predatory grin as she squeezed her fingers and flexed her muscular, larger body, showing off as she humped Luvian's throat with unrequited eagerness.

"Ooh... one down... only a few dozen to go before I'll be completely spent!"

The End