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Charlie twitched as she stepped through the wide lobby doors, shifting uncomfortably in the starchy black skirt that she'd received in the mail just a day before, readjusting the plain white button blouse. She felt a little ridiculous wearing it- It was *exactly * what her mother had worn to work, and she'd always made fun of the older woman for looking like someone that had stepped right out of TV. It was supposed to be washed she supposed, but it had been a late night and she didn't even realize she'd had the uniform sent to her until she'd arrived home to find the box at her door. It didn't feel that bad, just stiff and a little tight, the trimmed black hem hugging and crimping down the canary's bright yellow feathers, squeezing her wide hips until a distinct curve showed even where no real curves were supposed to exist. She was thankful it was so short, stopping barely halfway down her thighs- She always wore shorts, didn't have any problems showing her legs, and with this being her first job out of school, didn't really consider it odd. It fit her surprisingly well, though the girl had a fairly common anatomy- Her shoulders were slender, her thighs squat, and while her butt was a little rounder than usual due to a lack of distinct cheeks, that just meant the fabric squeezed over more tightly. That was to say nothing of how her legs ended with scaly, featherless feet just after being conjoined at the knees, or that her arms were a hybridization of wings and hands that meant they did neither of those things well- Though they certainly looked the part- And that she had a tied off feathery crest over a broad beak- But none of those things impeded the wearing of clothes at all.

Her bright blue eyes searched the lobby, but it was a plain, if impeccably standard place. The ceiling held a sloping dome of what she assumed was concrete, merging in with walls of glass and steel to maximize the sun, what looked to be marble pillars providing central support. The slate floor was polished to a gleam, a few rugs here or there, but the only place to sit was behind the circular reception desk that stood in the middle of the lobby. A few plants decorated the walls, a few odd sculptures too abstract to offend or interest anyone in particular. Barren. Large. Expensive. Anyone important would have better places to wait on the upper floors, and employees were not supposed to linger downstairs. She wasn't actually sure what people *did * there- The job offer came to her, a startling one that she'd thought was fake until she'd spoken over the phone. A secretary gig, high paying enough that she hadn't blinked twice at the prospect of wearing her present clothes, from a name she recognized from her mother's work. She was sure that's how she'd gotten the offer to begin with- Recognition of her mother's name- But it wasn't something to ask about anywhere but in-person. Maybe not even then.

The receptionist, a massive and feral-bodied serpent that was really just there to intimidate riff-raff from the streets, gave her an odd and almost distasteful look as they eyed her up and down. She couldn't tell if they were male or female, just knew those black and tan patterned scales, that thick and broad body, marked them as a constrictor. That they were intelligent was only a small comfort to the bird- She knew right away from their increased size as well, as if them being in a corporate office lobby wasn't proof enough- There was something _visceral _about their presence in her mind. Fear quickening her step, making those bare taloned feet click across the wide open tiled floor. She held up her badge, swallowing heavily but unable to remove that lump in her throat, but she didn't need to speak- The serpent just bobbed their head towards the elevator, tail slapping a chart behind them and pointing out the twenty-first floor.

She smiled with her eyes, bobbing her head and managing to gasp out a little 'Thank-you', then rushed past. There were *six * elevator doors, though only three buttons spaced at intervals between them. Charlie was thankful that the doors on the center lift opened immediately, dimly remembering someone stepping out of the building just before she'd walked in. She rushed in, and was surprised to find it was rather spacious- Though she supposed with so many workers going down or up, it would have to be. Dark wood panels made up the walls, and touching the grains- *Smelling * the grains- She was surprised to find it was real. The roof of the elevator held a small hatch in one corner, and a protruding light in the opposite, a sphere that cast a gentle illumination evenly over the space. Flat rails jutted from the walls on each side, even breaking up the row of buttons next to the door, and the floor held a clean black carpet striped with various sizes and shapes of grey. She punched in the designated floor.

There was a slight jostling when the elevator started, but after the initial jump she wouldn't have known if they were moving or not if the panel didn't light a circle up around whatever numbered button was for the floor they were on. She jerked when the elevator jostled again, startled that it stopped early, but then calmed herself as the door opened and admitted a well-suited Labrador man. It looked almost comical, such a crisp-looking jacket and matching pants, both black, over black fur. Soft ears and soft-edged eyes, but his stern expression and proper stature marked him as serious enough that Charlie's back stiffened and she gave a little bobbing courtesy bow. She didn't know who he was, or what position he held, but it wouldn't hurt to be polite. She liked to be polite. It felt nice, especially when people were polite in return.

He looked her over critically, eyes wandering from the sharp tips of her toes as they dug into the carpet, up to a beak that quivered as she flushed from such an intense examination.

"H-hi. I'm Charlie, Sir. Brand new secretary, coming in today!" She tried to grin at him, turn the corners of her cheeks up so they'd tug that smile into her eyes, but it wavered as he just stood there. Not even punching in any floor, just stood and stared at her face, expression flat and unreadable. Just as silently, walked right past her and turned to lean his back against the wall. Her tailfeathers twitched, her beak clicked briefly with uncertainty over the whole affair and she straightened up, staring straight ahead and hoping she hadn't offended him somehow.

Then his hand slipped up beneath the hem of her skirt and a thick, fuzzy palm cupped right over her crotch, fingers digging into her panties as he groped her so thoroughly that she could feel the indentation formed from his digit's joints. It was a hybrid hand, just like her wings, dog and human, only he'd gotten the best of both worlds. Thick grainy pads cushioning fingertips and palm, tender and far softer than she'd ever thought a dog's paw could be from a lifetime's lack of any work. Only single joint for each finger, but flexible enough to make up for it They squeezed in as they spread, the little grains gripping the the delicate and wide-spaced threads of her panties- They were cheap and lightweight, good for covering feathers. His thumb was digging in harsher than the rest, finding the patch of warmth and soft that marked the edges of her cloacal folds.

Charlie froze, beak spreading open in shock, feathers bristling all along her figure, a sharp wheezing gasp erupting past her beak. She could feel his arm brushing against her tailfeathers, the long plumes spreading themselves over the upturned joint of his elbow. "Sir, what are you doing?!" She tried to make it a demand, but she could hear the horror in her own voice. Legs trembling so much that she couldn't lift them for a moment- Giving him time to swirl that thumb around, her panties creasing inwards as he flattened her feathers and dimpled in the flesh, his hand rolling to get a feel of the broad sloping curves that defined her rear end. The actual hole of her vent was quite tiny, but the surrounding skin felt like it was stretched over a shallow funnel, guiding any pressure inwards with a gradual slope until one would meet the patch of loose skin that marked the entrance, kept it cozy and clean and warm unless she became exceptionally aroused, feathers so fine that they became a soft canvas akin to fuzz.

He was silent as his thumb dug in to that fuzz. She could feel the skin stretch, winced as the harsher fabric scratched at her tender inner lining, but his other fingers dug in too, claws scratching at her lightly and tears forming in several parts of her panties before they were just torn away. She could feel and hear them shredding, falling past her ankles in scraps, falling off one leg in its entirety. She cried out, and tried to jerk herself forward, breathing hard and frantic, but his second hand came up and slapped itself over her chest, yanking her back into him, half-choking her with the pressure it placed on her chest. Her ribs were delicate, *she * was delicate, especially compared to this dog. "You can't do this Sir! Stop it!" her shrill cry was almost musical just with the natural tones of her voice, projecting out well even in her distress. Dimly, a distant part of her was aware that his tail was wagging, she could see it out of the corners of her vision.

He did not stop. The first hand drew back up along the bare inner thigh, caressed at what would have been the crotch of a more normal creature, then his fingers slipped back up to her vent. She could feel him sliding in, two of those digits crossing over one another as they pushed the skin aside, then spreading apart to stretch her wider open for a third. Her entire body trembled, terror and shame taking every part of her, eyelids wincing up so tightly that they squeezed out the tears forming up along the edges of her eyes. She flailed, tried to snap and lash out with talons or beak, her arms too feathery and insubstantial to be of any use, but he kept pushing her down and forcing her legs to the floor, kept a rigid bicep beneath her chin so she couldn't do more than brush the smooth underside of her beak along his fur. She trembled as he slipped through the loose pocketed flesh and delved into the squishy walls of her cunt.

She'd never been a sexual creature. She'd had never really had any interest in sex. Few birds had the urge to experiment while young- For most species, it was purely a chemical affair, a desire to mate and impregnate with little thoughts for the pleasure of it- and Charlie was no exception. It was far more important to be sanitary, and such desire outweighed the much smaller ones that might crop up. She knew of sex of course, education was quite important, and she'd never shied away when her classmates mischievously showed videos of it in school, never looked away when her friends dug up videos on their computers or phones, didn't even care when

The convulsive shocks that went blasting through her nerves, the startling waves of pleasure, they took the girl by utter surprise.

She was panting within moments, beak hanging open and trembling, her body shivering uncontrollably from the simple swirling movements of his hand. She could hear him snicker, perhaps the only sound he'd made since entering the elevator with her, and a fourth digit slipped in with the other three. She could feel her juices leaking out, the slick liquid seeping past his fur, down his wrist, smearing against her feathers and thighs as he made little wiping motions. Or she thought that's what he was doing. Her eyes bulged when she realized he was working her open, sliding his hand forward in the process. She'd thought he was deep inside of her before. She quickly realized he hadn't even gone far past an inch. Her legs kicked against the carpet, scraping it as inch turned to inches, as her soft flesh expanded and gaped over the fist that was being pushed inside, muscles pulling at the skin and rendering it taut, her walls expanding and pushing back with full reflexive excitement. Trying to great the soft, spongey flesh of another cloaca, and instead being overwhelmed by fur and muscle and bone.

She couldn't speak, she was panting too hard. Chest heaving uncontrollably, little spasms wracking her figure even as the muscles and flesh spasmed over the Labrador's hand. So much stimulation... She whimpered and cried, unable to stop moving, to stop shaking her body all about. She was starting to slump forward, the muscles in her legs clenching and unclenching so rapidly that they wouldn't support her anymore, juices sopping out as he started to punch up into her cunt. Quick, rapid thrusts, but each one felt like it was tearing through her entire form, shocked spikes of pleasure and something else she couldn't identify wracking her with each and every one. He held her steady through it all, not letting her slump too far, his paw spreading over her chest for better support.

Her jaw clenched, saliva leaking out from irregular shifts along her beak. It was too much.

"Stop it..." She just barely managed to whisper out the words. That snicker came again, but his hand fell away from her chest, and she collapsed forward without it. She barely managed to get her arms up and keep her chin from smacking the floor, falling over her knees and only kept that way because the fist was still lodged deep in her. She could feel his wrist, feel the now broadly-stretched opening that clenched into the fur, slimy and wet with her excitement. He was slow in pulling it out, excruciatingly so it felt like, like every centimeter took several seconds, and the pressure in her gut was immense. At last he pulled free, and there was a startling pop, a vacancy and a rapid tingle to fill it. She could only cry out again for an entirely new reason as she felt an utter loss of control, the tingle overwhelming her, hot urine gushing out of her at the peak of it.

Charlie felt a deep sense of shame as she peed on the floor. A narrow, incredibly thin arc forming, most of it just spreading across the carpet, but she could feel a trickle against her knees where some fell over her skirt's hem, splashing off in scattered drops. She couldn't help it- Her body felt sore and exhausted, she could barely move- Even as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing a wide, brightly lit corridor with carpeted floors and about six more visible doors.

"Your floor. Unless you want more?" The canine behind her spoke quietly, but with a deep clear voice that sounded professionalism incarnate. A slight rasp tinged it- She could see enough from the tiled position of her head on the ground that he was licking his fist, tongue making broad strokes to catch every hair and wipe it all clean. Charlie sucked in air, feeling like she'd run several miles without rest, but she couldn't work up the energy to respond, to pull herself up. Cheeping a whimper, she tried to drag herself forward, but she was too slow, too out of breath- The doors closed while she was still two feet away from the door.

"I suppose you enjoy my company just that much-" She could see the labrador step forward, a thin key pulled from his pocket. Inserting it into a narrow, unassuming strip between numbers, he turned it, and the elevator's numbers all lit up. Putting the key back in his pocket, he circled back around behind Charlie and grasped her sagging hips, hoisting her body until it was flush with his own.

"N-no..." she croaked, eyes tearing up again as she felt him undo his pants while pressed against her crotch. He didn't seem to care that he was kneeling in her urine, didn't care that he was soaking the fabric of his pants against her wet skin. Belt still in place, he unzipped his front and pulled down his underwear with a thump, forming a gap large enough that he could edge his sheath out from their confines- And into her.

She felt the press of his taper as it slid into her engorged vent. Heavier than his fingers, the fur finer, tickling along without the harshness of claws that she hadn't even realized were harsh. It was smooth and rigid, and it exploded into her faster and with more intensity than his fist. It wasn't quite as large, but it reached deeper, and the smooth curve of his member formed a suction-like seal against her slickened flesh as it grew and expanded inside of her. Tears streaked down her face as he humped into her, the same vigor he'd shown with his fist, but he didn't care. His cock rolled along, fur mashing into the edges of her cunt, her flesh wrapping around him with seeming glee and eagerness, or just so overly stimulated it was swelling with irrational. His cum slopped through her body, released in scattered jets that shot and painted freely through her. His sheath kept grinding- She didn't know why, until suddenly a thick knot of pressure suddenly enlarged itself within her vent, pressing through the outer edges and wedging them apart, to be wrapped around and hugged by the looser flesh that normally guarded her so, the engorged flesh shoved aside by the sheer weight of it. That taper digging in deeper than she thought she even had room for.

"Stop it!" She cried out, a sudden burst of energy shooting through her. Her leg kicked- And she could feel one of her talons sink through his fur, nicking him in the flesh deeply enough that he snarled. She made a squawk as his fist came down, not a punch, but pressing as heavily as one into the back of her neck. Pressing, pressing in, vision blurring as her throat was pressed to the floor. She couldn't breath, and his knot was grinding down, already half-choked of her air. Cum pouring through her like a leaky faucet, washing across her walls, bubbling out the edges of those thick orbs with such a loose, juicy seal. She gasped, then choked, then coughed, but the pressure was unrelenting. She began to slacken- Too exhausted for more than momentary fear- Then thought faded into black.

Dimly, she was aware of being moved. Oxygen returned quickly to her system, but her brain was slow to catch up. Tears and fatigue blurred her vision, she was in some sort of oval office room, glass windows overlooking the city from a great height, a large table taking up most of the room, surrounded by chairs, the center cut out so a person could stand in it, or carts and displays wheeled into it. The wolf was standing there, supporting her body from behind as she sat on the outer edge of the table, staring at a cardinal that was the near spitting image of herself, just taller, a little broader, with a more angular beak and red feathers instead of yellow. He was handsomely dressed, the same pants as the Labrador but with a suit vest instead, and he was eyeing her crotch with great interest. "I told the lot of you it was fine to have your fun with her, but did you have to make such a mess?" He sounded amused more than anything, blinking up at her face as she awakened before his eyes.

"Ah. I'm Elliot. I employed your mother, and she is why I have decided to employ you."

"I don't- I-i don't want to work here anymore. let me go. I quite" Charlie's voice rasped, her throat felt dry. She barely had the energy to speak, and looking down she could see her skirt had been pulled back and hips propped up so her drooling vent was exposed, leaking the canine's seed all across the edge of the table, dripping freely to the ground.

"No, no. Your contract states you will stay here a full year. Stay. You're not leaving this building until I'm through with you, girl" He stepped forward, a bright smile already in his eyes. "I for one, will be very happy to have you around." Charlie realized with a shudder that his pants were already undone. He had no belt. His feathery crotch had a slight bulge to it, but it wasn't the same sort as a canine's sheath. His cloaca was more forward-facing than Charlie's, easier to mount from behind- But forward facing did just as well. Their feathers ground together, and Charlie shivered convulsively as skin met dripping skin.

It was soft. Intense, but soft. His flesh surged forward like a liquid, even more rapid than the dog's cock had, surged forward and grew tight within her. No pain, though the girl's poor, overstimulated nerves screamed for relief, making her shudder again and again and requiring the Labrador to hold more tightly on to keep her still. The cardinal just let off a relieved sigh, letting his flesh pulse within her, the hot gush of semen he released so much thicker than the canine's had been. Not quite as much, but it weighed more heavily in her belly, a gooey mess that flowed deep within, faster than normal with her walls already coated over. He stroked along her thigh as he bred her, quick and efficient, little shivers going down his back, clearly only in it to release his seed but enjoying every second. It pumped and pumped, and their flesh throbbed as one, until he pulled back with a wet and gentle pop that released another gush of their fluids.

He grinned at her, lifting up a wing-like arm and stroking at her chin, brushing those sleepy eyes while leaning forward. Grasping her open beak with his own, he tilted her head up, and she didn't have the energy to resist him, delving for a kiss, but pulling back after his tongue made the barest contact with her own.

"You know, I did poorly letting your mother go like that. A chick should not be raised without their father. But I promise you girl. I won't make the same mistake with you."