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It had not taken much for the meeting to happen. In the haze of meetings the convention provided, a thousand faces from a hundred species preened to the same cookie-cutter format of a business professional all began to blend together. It took more than standing out to get noticed. Therefore, it took a particular eye to pick the right man for the job out of the herd.

The fox admittedly didn't have to work too hard to find a suitable candidate for his position among these faces. Everyone here was pent up, tense, bored...but something about the way the crocodile sat, lazed back in his chair as slide after slide flashed at the front of the room, just attentive enough to take it all in but relaxed enough to show his degree of care, caught the vulpine's eye. That, and the way the scaly male's paw occasionally left his notebook to drift under the pad of paper he cradled in his lap. When they were called up to engage in "company exercises", the content of that lap straining against impeccably tailored slacks, along with the way he didn't even care to cover himself, cinched the deal. All it took was a business card with a room number scrawled on the back slipped into the big male's pocket...and a subtle squeeze as they parted. Simple, but it had done the trick.

By the end of the day, the convention had moved mostly to the bar, though two faces were absent among the crowd. The fox sat on his bed, presentation impeccable as ever, as the crocodile took up a good either of the hotel room, loosening his tie and sizing the small male up.

"You got me this far...why don't you tell me what you're after?" the crocodile rumbled, fanged lips curled in a little sneer as he looked down upon the smaller male. Even as the fox stood up, a good head's length separated their gaze, though with the face he was throwing back the fox acted like he was 8 feet tall.

"Why don't you show me what you've got?" the fox challenged coolly, his soft voice flowing perfectly from his coy little smile as he stepped closer. Whether it was in the conference room or the bedroom, he refused to be intimidated.

The crocodile's teeth clattered with a soft chuckle and his heavy tail swayed slowly behind him as he threw his silk tie behind him without a care. He took a few steps closer, leaning over to get his face to head-height with the other male, before unbuttoning and pulling his expensive shirt off with just as little care. "That easy, hmm?"

"At the right time of night, even the best man can't help himself," the fox chuckled, before stepping forward and placing his paws on the beast's now-bare chest. The larger male's chest rumbled with a low, lustful croon, his tough scales adding to the firmness of his muscles and the fox's paws making little thumping noises during the pats. "Besides, this is a better sight than a dozen drunken lecturers..." His voice trailed up as he started to rub and caress slowly, stroking up and down before his paws casually rested on the reptile's waistline, the crocodile offering no resistance. Standing almost chest to chest with the male, he added "maybe I'm just diversifying my market."

The male rumbled out a laugh as he began to unclip his belt and loosen his pants, his claws soon sliding around the canine's body and pulling him into the embrace. "Always love the feeling of fur against my scales...perhaps I should arrange for a transfer into my department?"

"We'll see how the meeting goes," the canine murred, nuzzling into the smooth, cool chest as he wriggles into the embrace, sending a hot breath over those scales, surprisingly soft against his lips. His paws continued to roam over his sides, his belly, and down under the waistline, under the fabric and helping push it down. The crocodile huffed, almost taken aback by the fox's initiative, and his tail twitched a bit as his pants and underwear slid down his toned legs. The fox didn't even bat an eye as he rested his gaze on the long, half-hard shaft, though he couldn't hide a sparkle as he watched the heavy, scaled sac swaying with each little movement of the crocodile's tail and hips. Not missing the fox's gaze, the larger male chuckled, swaying and rocking his hips a little more to exaggerate their motion, grinding his crotch against the canine's body. Finding only business professional attire, he reached down to free the fox's soft fur from its prison. With a clumsy eagerness, he did his best to unbutton the shirt and pull down the fox's pants without tearing the designer couture to ribbons. Eventually, the fox tore himself away from his eye candy and shimmied out of his clothes, his calm smile not matching the rock-hard canine shaft jutting out from his own lap. Now faced with his next project, the crocodile licked his lips softly.

"I ask this of every cute little treat that enters my office," the large male crooned with surprising gentleness, though his eyes burned with an almost wicked hunger. "How committed are you?"

"And every cute thing likely answers the same way," the fox replied matter-of-factly, his paws resting just above the reptile's crotch, claws dancing over the softer scales as he kicks his khakis away. "That's why in my office, I have only one rule. Talk is cheap."

The fox flashed a wink and a smirk, one met with a lick of the beast's scaly lips and a wide, knowing grin, the soft paws closes the gap, stroking and massaging over the thick, swaying pole of flesh, working it to hardness with a practiced touch.

In spite of his cocky grin, the crocodile couldn't help but arch his back and push his hips forward into the mammal's grasp. Hot and smooth to the touch, and large even for a creature of his size, the long, pointed cock stiffened and throbbed with every stroke, the fox even managing to coax a bit of precum to glisten from the tip.

"Mmh, you'll be far from the first mammal to take this on...we'll see how well you do," he rumbled as his claws rakes through the male's fur, dipping beneath the male's tail and giving his soft rump a firm squeeze.

"Doubt I'll be the last," the fox chuckles, grunting and murring at the paw on his rear, arching his back into the clawed hand. After squeezing down with both paws and stroking the shaft from tip to base, he bent over suggestively to reach all the way down to cup the sizable balls hanging below. The scaled hands slid up the canine's body as he and his large legs spread apart on reflex to give the eager male all the access he could want. The scales on his sac were softer than the rest, but the weight was as intimidating as it was exciting.

"But I know I'll be the best."

With his challenge finished and faced with the now-hard shaft's glistening top near his face, the vulpine licked his own lips and opened his slender muzzle. A hand settles on the back of the canine's head, guiding his nose right to the tip of that thick, needy cock, teasing him for just a moment with a light bap to the nose. A little chuckle, and he slid the tip between his thin lips with a murr and gulped immediately, the shaft throbbing needily and rewarding him with another little spurt of warmth. The crocodiles' claws stroked behind those dark ears, giving him an encouraging message. Another muffled chuckle, and the fox opens a bit wider, swallowing a bit more of the thick, meaty shaft. He closes his eyes, throat vibrating as he moaned in pleasure, continuing to grope and fondle the divine sac with both paws. His head bobs gently, swallowing a bit more each time, until his lips are slowly, achingly gliding up and down the pillar of flesh, tail lazily waving behind him as he worked. Meanwhile, the crocodile had let his jaws hang open, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he watched with great interest as his shaft slowly disappeared into the canine's maw, the warm mixture of precum and drool soaking his cock and dripping onto his balls. The large orbs shifted and rustled ever so slightly with every little touch and stroke of those soft paws. He rocked his hips back and forth with the male's movements, ever so slightly as to not overwhelm him with his spear of a cock. Each push down rewards the fox with another surge of pre, and earns him another croon from the enormous male, who took great delight in grinding up against the cool, black nose when it finally tapped his crotch directly.

"Mmh, do they have many reptiles back in your office?" he rumbled, almost amazed at this point. "Either you've done this before, or you got a special need for scalies."

The fox growled, the sound filling the air and caressing all around the shaft firmly encased by his muzzle and throat. A thick gulp and a slightly choked sigh billowed over the sensitive flesh as he tended to it with almost reverent attention. After a few more long moments of mute pleasure, the smaller male pulled his face away from the reptile's crotch, paws following suit and caressing the sticky flesh as it was bared to the air until he uncorked a thick gasp as he gently kissed the tip once more. The crocodile clenched his jaw to suppress a whine, his coldblooded flesh almost uncomfortably cold outside the caress of the mammal's body with its new coating of saliva and precum.

"Either way, here I am." A chuckle, and he moaned as he dragged his long, flat tongue from the tip to the base of the heavy cock, drawing a shudder from the owner, before starting to lick and tongue at those balls he had been enjoying so much before. "I can't imagine you complaining..."

"Mmmph...leave me in the cold like that again and I might. I'm not whatever limp-dick office manager you blew to get this job-ah!"

The slightest nibble to his soft-scaled sac made the larger male flinch and rumble threateningly as he glared down at the face occupying his crotch. Almost infuriatingly, the fox still had that irritating smirk, even as he licked and suckled lazily at a heavy orb. The vulpine winked, taking in a deep breath as he buried his cold nose in the soft scales, enjoying the masculine scent. This was the scent of a beast designed to chase down, overpower and lay claim. Perfect. He could tell the reptile was getting antsy, though, and felt like pressing his luck might be inadvisable. Giving the crocodile's balls one last hungry lathering with his flat tongue, he slowly rose, making sure to flick his tongue over the thick cocktip with a whorish little murr. Standing back up and stretching a bit, he once again faced the thick, scaly, aroused beast, all with that same challenging smile.

"Now here's a question for you..."

The vulpine's voice trailed off as he turned around, no longer striding like an executive but swaying his hips like a streetwalker, accentuating the subtle curve in his body usually hidden under fine couture. Pausing near the edge of the hotel bed, he all but crawled on until he was resting on all fours, rear thrown out effeminately and eyes turned to face the male.

"Why don't you find out how I actually got this job?"

The alligator was silent, tilting his head at the sight. It took more than a little effort not to laugh too much at the canine trying to look defiant and challenging with his tail raised like a bitch and a muzzle slathered in precum and drool. It took an equal amount of willpower not to simply jump and ravage the little male right then and there. The urge was certainly there, stoked by the fox's treatment, and his muscles tense as if he's going to pounce...but he kept his cool. For now.

The giant male trudged over to the bed right behind the fox, his needy, erect shaft bobbing with every step. His large, clawed hand came down on that plush, furred ass, eliciting a wag from that bushy tail. "So eager, Jesus," he rumbled, before slapping his big, weighty cock down between those rump cheeks, soaking the male's backside and spreading open his cheeks with the slimy mixture of drool and pre. The lukewarm, slimy pressure under his tail and between his cheeks made the fox nearly coo with pleasure, and he grinned back at the reptile and pushed back, swaying his hips a little to tease and toy with the thick weight drooling onto him.

"I know what I want. Now, you can explore, or shoot to win." He arched his back and ground his ass up and down the shaft, letting that warmth drool all over his hips and back and mark his fur. He winked up at the crocodile, this time with a bigger challenge.

Make your move, that wink said.

The crocodile licked his lips again, feeling each and every little shudder from the fox trembling beneath his hefty cock. Or was it? When he had a soft little twink bent over in front of him, he was used to them trembling in anticipation. Excitement. Even fear and the first pangs of regret. But the fox was steady as a sniper. The crocodile felt a different brand of warmth in his chest, akin to anger but closer to lust. He wouldn't be bested by this little twerp. The invitation was more than good enough, and he lifted a leg and set a large foot on the bed, leaning forward to get just a little bit of a better angle. The warmth rolling off the fox's plush ass made him huff, and he grabbed at the fox's hips and used his thumbs to spread those soft cheeks apart. Slowly dragging his hips back, he eventually pushed the tip of his cock against that tight entrance, letting the first excited blob of precum soak the tight looking orifice.

"Too late to turn back now, buddy," he chuckled darkly, before finally pushing forward, grinding his cockhead against the entrance and churring in surprise as it already began to relax, nearly drawing him in. It was still a tight enough fit, and he kept pushing and pushing until finally the little fox's body finally gave in, and the first few inches of his thick cock plunged into that tight, impossibly warm backside. The sensation drew a low, needy croon from the beast, and the fox began gasping and grunting at the unreal size spearing into him, but the pair were far from done. Rather than wait for the fox to relax, the crocodile kept pushing, cramming inch after inch into the little male, stopping only when his hips clapped against the male's ass, his sac swaying and thumping against the canine's, utterly dwarfed in size.

A long, drawn-out sigh from the fox ended in a grunt as he was filled to the brim, and though his body was able to adapt quickly, it was rare that he had to accommodate such a beast. A few moments of heavy controlled breathing and the fox began to grind his ass against the crocodile's crotch and balls, even pushing back a bit. With messed hair falling in his face, he looked back with a grin and flushed face.

"Definitely. So...let's get on with the show..."

Once again, the crocodile was momentarily at a loss for words, savoring the feel of the fox's passage squeezing and rippling around his cock, almost impossibly tight compared to what he was used to. He was reminded why mammals were some of the best lays of his career. Warm. Soft. Elastic. Slowly, carefully, he pulled his shaft back, as if he was nearly going to pull out entirely, only to unexpectedly thrust back in again, a little bit faster this time. Then he did it again, and again, quickly getting into a heated, lustful rhythm. Soon, the dull thud of scales colliding with fur was echoing through the room, bouncing off the tacky beige walls. His balls swayed with the motion, clapping happily against the mammal's smaller, softer sac. A low, throaty chuckle, and the fox threw back his head and laughed, the pleasure of being spread wide exhilarating. He was content to be held by the beast but still made the effort to push back, meet the crocodile's hips. He clenched and rippled his muscles, stroking along the massive shaft as best as he could. The sheer volume was almost more than he could handle.

Eventually, the crocodile leaned over the fox, reaching around to grip the mammal's soft, furry chest while his free hand gripped his hips in place. "Mm, takin' it better than I thought," he rumbled, and the fox nearly giggled in response.

"Mmph...thought I showed you...I know what I'm doing, my friend."

Still defiant? The reptile thought to himself, starting to sense a real challenge. We'll have to fix that.

The crocodile nearly barks in laughter back at him, a sound which blooms into a hissing roar of pleasure as his cock was squeezed just right, making him push and grind even harder than before. Every push into the smaller male was rougher, harder and faster than the one that came before, and knowing that the fox could clearly take the thrusts without being harmed too badly bid the crocodile abandon restraint with glee. His hips were strong, and the bed creaked and swayed beneath their lustful rutting, rocking the both of them back and forth with the motions. His tail swayed each time he pulled back, changing the angle just a little bit each time he plunges forward, his cock seeking out all those angles and spots that make him groan loudest, and shudder hardest.

"Always appreciate a forward thinker who knows what he wants..."

Cocky as he was, the fox was nearly overwhelmed. He was huffing and panting, cock throbbing as he was thoroughly fucked. It was worth it, worth the scouting and buildup, and he snarled and barked as that cock probed deep into him. His own cock and balls ached for release, but his claws were too busy shearing into the covers and mattress. At this point, he could barely collect the breath to tease.

"Mmph, fuck...it's all about-oh!-keeping momentum..." He managed another snarky grin before rolling his hips and shaking his ass around the cock invading him.

The crocodile snarled again, his tail hiked high into the air as he felt another surge of domineering instinct overtake him as he pounded away at the smaller male. Noses against the back of the canine's neck, he responded to the words not with more teasing, but with a sudden, possessive bite. His teeth raked and grazed harmlessly against the scruff of his neck, the teeth built more like railroad spikes rather than sawblades, simply pushing down and pinning the little male into submission rather than shred him into tartare. The fox arched his back and let out a snarl of his own, the sound far less intimidating and more effeminate as he backed his neck into the bite. The whole bed squeaked with the crocodile's strong hips, fucking the panting and huffing canine with little mercy as precum flowed freely deep inside the soft male's ass. Soon, the wet sound of smacking filled the air as the volume of warmth leaked from the edges of the fox's spread ring and splashed both swaying pairs of balls.

The large, clawed hand left the fox's chest to drag down his belly until he found another little prize, namely the canine's own drooling cock, prewashed with the reptile's pre. Grabbing the throbbing, knotted length and giving it a firm squeeze, he started to stroke and knead haphazardly. The Fox nearly squeaked, before trying to strain against the crocodile's grasp on his waist to guide his cock deeper into that paw. His senses were delightfully overloaded, surrounded by so many sensations that he did not know what to focus on. It was too much, and the fox barely noticed as he moaned and barked breathlessly, thrusting his knot weakly against the crocodile's hand, starting to spurt and fountain cum over the crumpled, messy sheets. The orgasm that racked his body was almost drowned out by everything assaulting him, his warm cum soaking his partner's hand and ass tightening on the source of all his pleasure.

Pulling his teeth off the male, the crocodile bellowed in triumph over his "prey", the sound carrying down the halls and turning a few heads over him. The feeling of the fox writhing and shuddering under him only added to the pleasure, and whatever mind the smaller male still retained bid him lift his ass higher, giving the reptilian stud just a little bit more access to his well-used tail end. The beast leered down at the fox proudly as the finally submissive male used whatever breath still in his lungs to moan like a cheap whore.

As fun as it was to savor the moment, the crocodile's muscles began to tense, and his thrusts became rough and jerky. He knew his own orgasm wasn't far behind, and he let go of the fox's spent cock to grip his waist with both hands. He picked up the pace, cramming every inch deep inside the fox with every fiber of his rippled muscles. The crocodile almost was able to hold himself off a little longer, but before even he knew it, his cock went rigid and pulsed. He barely had time to roar out in pleasure as he released the first torrent of hot, thick seed flooding the male's backside and filling every spare inch of the slutty little mammal.

"Oh!" The fox could not hide the long, aching moan that had been building up since he first caressed the crocodile's chest. So much warmth was filling him up and drenching his ass and thighs, the streams from his own cock mixing with the thick cum washing from his hole. Grinding his lap against those plush cheeks and pushing the fox into the bed, the crocodile' sac was almost throbbing with the effort of feeding the fox's tail end. Two sets of balls were pushed together by force and gravity as one male flooded the other. Under the scaled male, almost encased in the wash of warmth and the grip of thick, masculine arms, the cry died on the fox's lips. He closed his eyes, almost meditating as he lost himself in the rush.

Even past his initial orgasm, the crocodile did not stop thrusting and grinding, pushing more and more torrents of hot cum deep into the male's rump. Even with his impressive size, cum still managed to leak out, making a mess out of every inch of fur, scale, and fabric between their union. Even as the torrents faded to rivers and then into streams, he refused to relent, now pressing the fox deep into the soft mattress. After all that showboating and lip service of every kind, the larger male was determined to show this little mutt just what it meant to establish dominance. The fox tried to hold himself up, but there's only so much a power bottom can take, and he slowly allowed himself to be lowered, the pressure on his back erotic in of itself. He kept trying to squeeze with his tired muscles to no avail, sighing haggardly as he felt little trickles still invade his already swollen-feeling insides. His own cock still spurted and dribbled, but eventually the rush stopped from both males.

The deed was finally done, and the crocodile's incessant grinding finally came to an end. Letting his weight rest atop the male, he still made sure to hold himself up just enough to not crush his little treat. The fox shuddered, before pressing his back into the male's chest, letting out a long, sated murr and earning a welcome sigh from the reptile as well. Finally tender, the reptile noses into the back of the mammal's soft neck again, licking the fur and wetting the fox's flesh with affectionate nuzzles and laps of the tongue instead of the kiss of teeth.

The fox's muzzle creases in a smile as he was tended to, relaxing and starting to leave behind the painful soreness for a nice, dull warmth. The pair stayed there like that for some time, panting and trying to regain their composure, with the crocodile loathe to pull his shaft out of that tight tunnel just yet and the fox unwilling to let go of that delicious fullness.

Eventually, the soft silence was broken by a surprisingly gentle chuckle from the crocodile, and a little croon sent into the fox's soft ear.

"Mmh, good boy. Heh heh heh..."

At those words, the fox's ears perked, and he slowly lifted his head. Leaning back to meet the crocodile's scaled muzzle, he lifted a paw and tilted his huge face enough to the side to catch that big tongue with a lick of his own. Meeting the reptile's slit-pupil eyes, he smiled gently and stared in adoration...before his lips twitched in a smirk.

"Back at you...boy."

The crocodile's half-lidded eyes popped open, and he looked down at the mess under him with utter incredulity. Leaving no chance for a reply, the fox plopped back against the bed, holding onto one of the crocodile's big arms and closing his eyes as he snuggled up tight, making sure to weakly roll his near-ruined hips against the reptile's messy crotch.

Covering his face with a damp paw, the crocodile rumbled out a groan. Even after all this, the fox didn't know when to quit. When to shut his talented little muzzle. Luckily, there were still a few days left in this insipid conference, enough time to give the fox a lecture of his own. Private and intensive.