FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

Jean preened herself nervously in front of her mirror. She brushed her face until all her spots were perfectly smooth, a few times too many. One whisker needed a bit of straightening after a long night of restless sleep, but that was easily taken care of by her flattening iron.

Why don't you just calm down, Jean? It's not like it's your first job, she told herself as she tried to squeeze herself into a push-up bra to enhance her modest cleavage just a little. Usually, it seemed to make everyone a little friendlier, and she wasn't above using a little sex appeal to improve her chances.

Well, I've never had a job like this, she replied, playing both sides in her internal conversation. Unique workplace culture. What does that even mean?

Jean added just a little bit of blush where her fur was the shortest to enhance her naturally round, feline face. Then some eyeshadow, to emphasize her already-wide eyes. Her hands trembled a little with anticipation, but she managed to control herself enough to apply it evenly, adding a bit of highlights. Nothing too obvious, she wasn't heading to a party after all, but looking prettier than normal was the normal thing to do for her.

The workplace - EZ Web Dev, as they called themselves - had indeed told her that they had a particularly unique workplace culture over the phone. When she'd asked what exactly they meant, the boss - a diminutive but vividly orange fox - had invited her over to their offices to see for herself. Her resume was plenty good enough to get hired, but they wanted to make sure she'd "fit in", whatever_that_ meant.

She'd scouted the location from the outside, yesterday. It looked like any other office, except that the windows were one-way. Probably to save money on air conditioning. The only really odd thing she'd noticed was that a lot of the women leaving the building were in various stages of pregnancy, but that was probably just a coincidence. They did say pregnancy was infectious, didn't they? One woman would set off the others' biological clocks and they'd end up all having children one after the other.

Well, that was all sexist rubbish, of course, but there was probably a kernel of truth to it. Not that Jean herself was planning to ever get pregnant; she had a career to focus on! She admired her slender build, her perfectly flat stomach which took entirely too much work to maintain given her frequent cravings for sugary snacks. She wasn't opposed to the idea, but rather, simply couldn't imagine herself having time for It, even if she sometimes did fantasize about it.

Her tail twitched, lashing back and forth. Was she forgetting something? This wasn't the time to get lost in daydreams, but it was a little difficult to resist with how long it'd been since she last had sex at all. Let's see. Blush, check. Eyeshadow, check. Mascara, check. Lipstick, check...

No, that did seem to be everything. She picked up her messenger bag - she'd have preferred a purse for the look, but she'd never seen one big enough to fit her laptop - and then dashed out of the door, as befitting a cheetah, especially one who prided herself on never being late.

The office wasn't far away. Two stops on the bus, which she took because she was wearing pretty high heels. When she got on, she thought about how she still had a few minutes to prepare, but in what felt like an instant, she was already there, all that time gone as if it'd never existed at all.

The heels probably weren't the right shoes to wear for this, she agonized, but for the introductory day, she did indeed like having that bit of additional allure about herself. She wasn't the curviest woman, but with heels, she sure looked like it. Plus, it made her feel a fair bit sexier knowing her rump was basically on display when walking around with them.

The building's doors weren't locked - and thank the gods for that, she loathed having to talk over scratchy, staticky intercoms - so she walked in and got on the elevator. There, just like they'd said, on the tenth floor: EZ Web Dev. Jean pushed the button. It was surprisingly slow for such a tall building. Then again, maybe it was just her nerves making it seem slow. Jean's nose twitched as she took in the scents around her, scrunching up when she picked up on the distinct smell of sex. Some couple or another had used the elevator for a brief rendezvous, no doubt, and the fragrance left by their encounter hadn't quite been fully covered by the pine-scented disinfectant they seemed to clean all surfaces with.

Not too unusual, really. Every now and then, she knew, stressed colleagues would end up mating for relief, which she didn't really have any negative opinion on. Whatever works was her usual mantra.

What was_unusual was when she finally reached the tenth floor and stepped out of the elevator into a lobby, only to discover the secretary-deer getting unmistakably rutted by a wolf about twice her size. They weren't even _trying to be subtle about it; she had one leg raised onto the desk, and the wolf was shamelessly pounding into her from behind while she moaned happily.

It was only when they noticed Jean that they both paused for a moment. "O-oh, the new hire? Jean, w-was it?" the deer chirped, voice stuttering a little. "J-just have a seat, the boss will be with you in a moment."

The wolf nodded with a wide grin. And then they went back to it, merrily thrusting away while Jean tried her best to look unbothered. That wasn't very professional, was it? She wasn't the type of woman to shy away because of some public displays of affection, but she certainly hadn't been expecting outright _sex._And she was ten minutes early!

Jean sat down across the room, picking up a fashion magazine and trying to not pay the secretary and her lover too much attention, but as always, her eyes kept getting drawn to them. Even when she tore her gaze off the mating pair, the rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap of the wolf's hips smacking against the deer were impossible to ignore. At least they seem to be having fun, the cheetah told herself. Nothing wrong with that, right?

She felt a little tingle of sympathetic lust between her own legs. The deer's heavy breasts bounced with each hard buck of the wolf's hips, and Jean realized she was staring at them again.

Slap-slap-slap. They reached a staccato rhythm. Jean was trying her hardest to not pay them any attention, as doing so felt at least as impolite as mating in public like that should've. Then again, they did say the place had a unique workplace culture. That better not be what they meant.

Jean let out a loud squeak when someone suddenly touched her shoulder, and she sprung up startled, her long tail puffing out. She quickly realized that she was facing her soon-to-be boss, who wasn't wearing pants. Not only that, but the fox was sporting a shameless erection that bounced when he reached to shake her hand. She grasped his hand firmly, professional demeanour just barely managing to overcome her surprise.

"Welcome to EZWD... Jean, was it?" the fox beamed. "Sorry if it's a little jarring, but like I said, we do carefully cultivate a more easy-going atmosphere, here."

He followed her glance towards the secretary and the big wolf, who suddenly howled out in triumphant climax and grew still behind the deer, a look of intense focus on his face as his muscles twitched and trembled.

"Yeah, those two have been going for it for a few days now. Mr. Slate there wants to get her pregnant, I think," the fox smiled. "Ah, where are my manners? I'm Red, the CEO of our little operation. Why don't you come to my office so we can talk?"

Jean followed the fox, biting her lip so as to not stare at his naked rump. The wolf, evidently having satisfied his masculine urges with the doe, winked at her playfully, and Jean blushed in response. Wait, did he say he was trying to knock her up? So are they a couple, or...

Well, what they did was really none of her business, the cheetah resolved. In fact, that would probably be a good approach to take to this place, if casual sex was common. Red was, though, perfectly happy to answer all the questions she wasn't going to ask.

"So, you already know what we do from a purely technical perspective, and you're perfectly qualified for that," Red explained. He had that cunning, sneaky fox-grin. "So, what I'm hoping is that you'll feel at home with our unique culture, too."

"What, you... just allow people to, um, have sex at the office?" Jean asked.

"Not just that, we encourage it! Every one of our co-workers is expected to service their colleagues if any happen to want it. Nothing that'd distract you from work, you'd just let them mate with you while you work. Easy enough with a raise of the tail," Red smiled back.

Jean realized she must've looked confused from the look of amusement on Red's face, and so he continued. "You'll have two days to get acclimated to our culture, if you choose to join, before you're expected to partake. You'll get a normal salary for those days even if you decide you're out. And of course, if you want to, you can join in earlier, too."

"Wait, wait, wait. So, if someone comes up to me with a boner, I just..." Jean asked, trailing off, still quite uncomfortable even talking about sex in public.

"You don't need to put too much effort in! All it takes is that you bend over your desk a little and let them take care of it," Red grinned. "Our janitors will clean up any messes before work every morning, if you happen to leak."

"Leak? As in... wouldn't they be using a condom?" she asked, unable to quite believe what she was even hearing. Yet somehow, it immediately made her sex clench eagerly. It had been quite a while for her too, and- no, this was crazy.

Red shrugged. "If they want to. But we expect you to let them mount you bare if they'd prefer. We have very generous benefits for all that. Maternity leave and such. Oh, I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but that's why you get these two days to get used to it, during which you're off-limits unless you ask one of them to help you out."

The fox licked his lips when he said that, and Jean couldn't quite tell if it was meant to be suggestive or not.

"In short, we believe that a satisfied workforce is a productive workforce. Well, what do you think?" he asked.

Jean's thoughts were racing to the extent that she could barely focus on any of them. She couldn't quite believe how demeaning the whole place was. She would be expected to let anyone pump their cum into her, with no protection? Letting them breed her if they wanted? And at the same time, if she felt horny, she could already imagine herself with some handsome male - like that wolf, or even her boss - under her desk, eating her out. There was another one of those excited tingles. In fact, the barrage of fantasies left her feeling rather damp and itchy, and soon, painfully aware that her panties were growing moist.

She'd definitely need some time to think, but that's what those two days were for. She nodded. "Yes, I'm... in, I think," she stuttered. "At least for two days."

"Great! Clothing is entirely optional around the office, by the way," Red smiled. You don't say? Jean couldn't see the fox's vulpine cock, but if she knew men at_all_, he would still be rather stiff under his desk. "You can start whenever. Cubicle four is yours."

Jean felt numb,_she realized. She should've had much more of a reaction to just how weird the situation was, but it was somehow too much to process all at once. She was half expecting an orgy when stepping into the cubicle landscape, but instead she was greeted by a view like any other workplace. Maybe a little more focused, if anything. The cheetah briefly wondered if that meant that the CEO's crazy theory actually _worked, or just that everyone was forcing themselves to behave while they had a new hire.

She was greeted in a friendly manner by everyone who noticed her. The office seemed to be fairly diverse, with what seemed to be about half women, and a variety of species. Her cubicle neighbour, at least for these first three days, was a rather chirpy bunny named Alexa.

"Oh hey, new girl! Welcome to the team," she squeaked, peeping over the divider. "I bet you're going to love it here!"

"Well, I hope so. It's just very... unorthodox?" Jean smiled back apprehensively.

"Ooh yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I wasn't expecting to get dicked multiple times per day when I started either. But they're right, having frequent orgasms really does make you more focused!"

"Um, you're not worried about getting pregnant?" the cheetah asked.

"Nope! You know, the chances of that happening are actually so low. You know how even couples who are trying for it have to try for months?" Alexa chirped. "Last week I was ovulating and basically all the guys were taking turns on my pussy, but it still didn't happen."

Blind luck and way too much information, Jean though at first, though the bunny did have a bit of a point. They weren't quite as fertile as their ancestors had been. She felt herself clench again. So that means you should let them cream you too, her naughtier inner voice added. You'll probably be just fine.

The two kept talking about how excited she was to have Jean on board, and some other details that Alexa insisted on sharing, like who had the biggest cock, who came the most, and so on. All of it was stuff that Jean would've really rather not have known, at least not yet, but Alexa's positivity and bubbliness were a little infectious.

"...yeah I'm still all sloppy down there after that bear. Um, I forget his name..." Alexa noted. "It stops even feeling naughty after a while, though. You just kinda learn to enjoy it, you know?"

"I can imagine," Jean replied. "So you don't hesitate at all to just spread your legs for anyone?" she asked.

"Nope! I mean yeah they usually make a real mess, but if we girls want to we can just tell them to eat us, too. Some fun orgasms from that. I had one guy basically tongue-bathe my pussy with coffee-"

"Hey, Alexa, I should really focus on work for a bit, you know? Get used to how your systems work, your codebase..." Jean suggested, and now the bunny blushed.

"Oh! Of course. Sorry, I just get so worked up sometimes," she apologized, and disappeared back into her cubicle, leaving Jean feeling a little worried that she'd hurt her feelings, somehow. Then again, how sensitive could she really be if she let everyone at the office mount her without as much as a condom? Or apparently, even the pill.

Maybe she's right though. About the risk.

Jean finally focused her attention on the monitor. Headphones on, shutting out the noise of the world. Their setup was fairly standard. There was the framework, and a few of the typical third-party libraries on most of the clients, customized for their needs. Easy enough. Her work sample was supposed to be her coding a fairly basic menu system, but all that was provided by the libraries already. She'd only have to type in a few words and the rest of it would more or less autocomplete - tap-tap-tap - yep, there it was. Professional-looking and ready in just a few minutes. That, of course, meant that there was some kind of catch she wasn't thinking of, and try as she might, nothing came to mind initially.

Jean stood up, circling out of her cubicle to pick Alexa's brain about it, only to let out an audible gasp when she was greeted by the sight of her on her knees, merrily sucking on a cock belonging to some older crocodile. He was just standing there, tapping away on his phone and occasionally grunting with pleasure at Alexa's mouth around his shaft. Once again, Jean was speechless, and that was before the crocodile turned his head to acknowledge her.

"Hrr- new girl, yeah? Welcome a-ah-aboard," he huffed, his robust form tensing up and an idle hand digging into Alexa's scalp. "Man, Alexa here has the _best_mouth, way better than my wife these days... and she's so eager too."

"Um..." was all that Jean could muster. Was this guy married? Was his wife fine with him working at a place like this, doing things like that?

"Oh, not into other women? Well, lots of- nnf, hold on, I'm g-gonna-" he growled, attention turning back to the thirsty-looking bunny beneath him, and with a hard thrust, he hilted his cock deep enough in her mouth that Jean could see her throat bulge. Bulge and then clench, in rhythm with his incredibly heavy-looking balls throbbing. It was fairly clear what was happening, and Alexa gulped eagerly, her eyes closed as if she was enjoying the great mouthfuls of crocodilian cum. A bit of it even trickled from the corner of her mouth, which made Jean question just how hard he was cumming.

He kept cumming for what felt like a whole awkward minute, before finally letting out a pleasure-dipped sigh of relief. "Mmh, yeah. I needed that, thanks Alexa."

The crocodile pulled out slowly, and Jean couldn't help but stare at his cock. His balls were already rather sizable; his cock looked so big that she had no idea how it'd fit in to Alexa's little throat. "Sorry about that," he chuckled. "Wife can't quite keep up with me these days... still love 'er, though. Did you need help with something? I think Alexa might need a moment to catch her breath."

"Well-" Jean answered. "-the code sample they asked me to write was really simple, so I was..."

"Oh right, I remember thinking that too," he said, pulling up his pants as if it was the most casual thing in the world, grabbing a tissue off Alexa's desk to dab off the last few droplets of his cum - and dutifully wiping the bunny's mouth, too. "I think it's just an excuse to keep you here and see how you get on. With the whole thing. You know, if you take to it or not."

Jean nodded. "You don't think it's weird at all?"

"Well, it's a little weird isn't it? But it's easy enough to get into as a guy. Maybe harder for you ladies," he grinned. "I'll definitely be coming over to say hello if you do decide to stay."

Anywhere else, that might've sounded like a threat. In this workplace, it was far less sinister. Once he had left, returning to his own job, she addressed Alexa again.

"You don't mind doing that?" she asked. "I mean, just sucking someone's cock like some kind of... toy?"

"Oh, no. He's quite tasty," the bunny giggled. "I just like making people cum. He always gets so affectionate too when I let him."

Well, that was that. If she liked blowing her coworkers, who was Jean to really argue about it? She'd never really liked the taste of cum, but maybe it was one of those acquired things.

Nothing much else happened that first day. Jean turned her work in and simply watched her soon-to-be colleagues go at it. Between bouts of orgasmic moaning and very satisfied grunts, they really did seem to be hard at work. One heavily pregnant kangaroo even kept working, bending over her desk to let that wolf from earlier use her pussy like it was no big deal at all.

Being immersed in a place like that soon had Jean soaking her panties. It was impossible not to with so much free, easy sex happening around her. She entertained the thought of pulling up her skirt, leaning suggestively against the desk or maybe the watercooler and seeing what'd happen, but banished the thought, regardless of how tingly her slit was starting to feel.

Still, it'd been an eventful day, and that night she fell asleep almost immediately, though to a night of erotic dreams, of endless nameless males and their erections wanting a turn with her. She wouldn't remember any of those nocturnal lovers, come morning, except for the arousal her oneiric fantasies stirred in her mind.

The following day, rather than the mirror, Jean found herself staring at her closet instead. She did, as many did, have a selection of somewhat more suggestive garments, but it was a question of if she really wanted to wear them. Lacy lingerie, a tight skirt that only reached half way down her thigh rather than to her knees like the one she'd worn yesterday. It felt significantly more appropriate for that office, but still he hesitated, not quite sure if she wanted to encourage them.

But then again, she had a whole day to make her mind up, didn't she? Why not let herself feel really sexy for that remaining day?

Sure enough, when she left, it was dressed in the miniskirt and a pair of panties so airy she could feel the warm summer air against her folds, almost as if she was wearing nothing at all. Knowing that anyone who really looked might see her pussy actually turned her on in unexpected ways. It made her feel sexy, and feeling sexy made her act a little easier and loose than usual. On the bus, she didn't even bother crossing her legs, getting all tingly at the thought of someone noticing. Not that anyone really would¸ but it was the tiny risk of it that got her going.

A risk like that of getting pregnant, if she actually did let someone fuck her without a condom. Immediately that heady feeling of lust intensified. She didn't actually_like_ the idea of some stranger filling her with sperm and rolling the proverbial reproductive dice, did she?

Once again, Jean made her way to her cubicle. There was another trivial task waiting for her, and it was then that she knew the crocodile daddy - she didn't know his name, so that'd be his moniker - had been right. Her very limited work was only an excuse to keep her there, to force her to acclimate to the odd, horny atmosphere.

"I'm a little worried about getting pregnant if I... you know," she confessed to Alexa during one of her breaks.

"Oh, don't be, silly. It's like I said, it takes a lot of effort. Just letting it happen a few times is like... it'd be like winning the lottery," she smiled back reassuringly. "I mean, look at me-" she added, pulling up her shirt so Jean could admire her flat, toned belly. "-I basically get a sexy creampie every day and nothing has happened!"

The cheetah rather wished she could share Alexa's carefree attitude, but for all she knew, the bunny was pregnant and she just didn't know it yet. Few women did, unless they used a test or missed their periods. That, and when she really paid attention to the others, she noticed that at least half the women were in various stages of pregnancy, so it wasn't as if the men were shooting blanks either.

The office wasn't done with the new, strange experiences, of course. When Jean went to the break room to fetch some water - maybe some coffee - she came upon a sight that made her pussy juice up almost immediately. The deer-secretary, whose name Jean still didn't know either - was leaning against a wall, with _her boss_nursing on her breasts.

Jean did a double take. Yep, they were actually doing it. She could see milk leaking from the deer's free nipple while Red's mouth was wrapped around the other, his throat flexing now and then as he gulped it down. The two entirely in their own little world, both pairs of eyes closed as they enjoyed the moment. If it hadn't been so perverted - or rather, if the fox hadn't been fully erect, his shaft pressed against the deer's damp-looking crotch while he drank, it'd almost have been cute, even wholesome.

Jean squeaked loudly as she suddenly felt a hand on one of her own breasts, squeezing it gently through the fabric. "Mhm, just look at those tits. They get so big and beautiful when a woman gets pregnant," someone growled right into her ear, their muzzle close enough that she could feel their hot breath against the sensitive inner side. It made her shiver, her breath catching in her throat. They did look beautiful, swollen in the nicest way, her darkened nipples standing out perky and stiff.

She felt something warm and firm press against the small of her back. No, she knew exactly_what that was. It felt _huge, but then again, so did whoever was standing behind her, as a whole. He was almost twice her height.

"You're not g-going to..." she stammered, halfway hoping that he would.

"Not today," the unknown male rumbled. "You still have a whole day to decide if you want to."

Jean's fur was poofing up. She felt deliciously vulnerable, and sexy too. His hands were kneading both of her breasts now, softly, and she could feel those tingles of pleasure all the way in her curling toes. She didn't really want it to stop, but at the same time, it felt insane to let it happen in an office setting. Or it would've, in any other office.

"I think you do want to stay, though. Just think about it, you could look just like her..." he whispered, now, in the lowest tone he could muster. "Let your body have what it wants, and your beautiful breasts will grow bigger, eye-catching and hard for any man to not stare at. And your belly..."

His hand dropped lower, splaying over her stomach, just above where her pussy suddenly felt like it was on fire. She knew what he'd say next.

"...will swell up, signalling to everyone that you're pregnant, that you're a breeder, that you let someone cum inside you," he said, giving a little demonstrative buck of his hips against Jean's quivering, warm body. She felt a trickle of her arousal seep through her panties and down her thigh. Gods, why is this getting me so wet?

"I d-don't want to get pregnant," she huffed. It was too much of a responsibility. Even if they had excellent benefits for it. She wasn't ready, was she? Her career had only just started. The excuses, while logically sound, all sounded hollow.

"We'll see what you want. What your body wants," the man said. "Tomorrow."

And then, he let go. Jean didn't dare turn around for a few seconds, not until she realized that she was still staring at the deer and fox going at it, and that the deer was looking back. She gave her a knowing wink, and Jean turned around stiffly, mortified, walking back to her cubicle as if on autopilot - feeling her soaked panties grind against her suddenly very sensitive lips and stiff, throbbing clit.

She returned, only to see the crocodile walking into Alexa's cubicle again, sporting an obvious bulge. And that's when she had an idea. A very naughty idea, but she wouldn't be able to focus on anything if she didn't take care of the alluring itch between her legs.

"You... um," she paused. Alexa and the crocodile both looked at her. "Would you mind if I... watched?"

"Aw, look at her, she's adorable," Alexa giggled.

"Bring your chair over here too. I'll give you a good view," the crocodile added, and then unbuttoned his jeans before tugging them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang out, hard as rock. Jeez. It's almost as thick as my wrist, Jean thought. It looked almost... tasty, demanding, dominant, and looking at it made Jean feel like she wanted to join in on pleasuring it. She wasn't ready for that, not really, but there was no harm in fantasies.

"Want me to eat you out while you watch? I mean, I could alternate between you two," Alexa grinned.

Jean's thoughts came to a screeching halt and she stood there, stiffly.

"First time with another woman? Well, don't let me rush you. But if you do want it, just bring your chair over here and get your panties off," Alexa cooed, before sinking to her knees, wrapping both of her small, slender hands around the crocodile's throbbing cock.

"I -nnnf, that's good- definitely wouldn't mind," he gasped. "Hey, I could do it too if you'd prefer a man, it's been a while since my wife- rrfh!"

The crocodile was distracted by Alexa squeezing him firmly. She seemed to not only be willing to help, but rather, eager to. Jean thought about it. It wouldn't result in anything bad. She'd cum, and that'd be that, no further obligations. She did also really need it, and the bunny was cute. The atmosphere of the place was getting to her once again, but she felt incredibly self-conscious all of a sudden. Then again, Alexa seemed to enjoy the idea, so...

Still feeling clumsy and stiff, she pulled her chair out of her cubicle and into theirs, sitting down just in time to watch Alexa wrap her lips around the crocodile's glans, kissing them with evident lust and affection. It was incredibly sexy to watch, even if she didn't really know either of them, and the cheetah felt herself grow even wetter, if such a thing was even possible.

Could she _really_want this? Her clenching, throbbing pussy said yes, in no uncertain terms, and so she spread her legs a little, fighting the urge to just reach down and start rubbing herself immediately. Being in a small cubicle like this seemed oddly intimate, despite the workplace environment of it all. Alexa's fruity perfume hung in the air, and the interior walls were covered with photographs, stickers, and whatever else she'd managed to think of. It felt like someone's room, and yet, it was just a space at work. One with little to no privacy, which apparently didn't stop her from eagerly satisfying a few cocks every day.

She spread her legs a little, unsure of what exactly she should be doing, before suddenly remembering that she still had panties on. Still, by now, Alexa was bobbing her head on the married crocodile's cock pretty hungrily, so neither of them paid attention to the cheetah fumbling with her underwear, trying to find a way to get them off without having to take her skirt off first, and failing. Eventually, she just pulled them to the side, baring her pussy to the conditioned air of the office. It was cool enough that she could almost imagine her folds steaming with how hot she was in turn.

Just in time for Alexa to pull her mouth off the crocodile with a wet smack of her lips and cast her eyes between Jean's legs.

"Mm. You look tasty," Alexa purred. "You hold on a moment there, big guy," she added, and the crocodile nodded in response.

"I'll hold on all day to watch you eat that cutie out," he chuckled, though his cock throbbed demandingly in her grasp. A few droplets of clear, warm precum oozing out over the bunny's hand.

Without any warning, Alexa stuck her short snout between Jean's thighs and went to town. The first darting lick over her stiff clit nearly made her see stars. The second, lapping lovingly over her honeyed lips made her shiver, and when she finally thrust her tongue into Jean, she moaned out loud. The cheetah felt dizzy, almost disassociated, barely able to keep track of Alexa was doing, but she was acutely aware that every moment of it felt wonderful. She clenched around her tongue, bucking her hips and grinding herself against the bunny's nose - and then it was the crocodile's turn again, leaving her to soak the chair with her juices.

"Fuck, that's sexy, y-yeah, I'll definitely have to t-try that-" he grunted, and then let out a drawn-out pleasured hiss as Alexa's lips wrapped around his girthy shaft again, slathering every inch of his cock with loving little licks.

By now, at least, Jean wasn't shy about staring. She watched that veiny shaft disappear into Alexa's mouth, only to make her throat bulge and strain against her plump lips, and the fact that the bunny's lips were glistening with Jean's own juices somehow made the display all the more intense.

She kept switching between the two of them, her deft hands caressing whoever wasn't enjoying the pleasures of her tongue. Alexa seemed to love what she was doing, her eyes half-lidded while she moaned happily, taking in the rich mixture of masculine and feminine flavors, precum and nectar mingling on her tongue. In turn, she'd wrap her lips around Jean's clit or lips and suckle on her while stroking the crocodile's cock - Jean noticed, through her tear-glazed eyes, that his balls were starting to draw up against his body - only to then go back to bobbing up and down on his cock, taking him so deeply that her tongue could touch his heavy balls while sliding a finger or two into Jean and knowingly rubbing little circles around some spot inside her that made her squirm with excitement.

"Mmh. God, this is pretty hot," the bunny finally moaned. Her face was soaked with mixed fluids. "Which one of you sexy things wants to cum first?"

Jean moaned, and the crocodile grunted. "Aww, don't worry, I'll take care of both of you. Let's start... with you!" she exclaimed with a happy giggle before focusing her attentions on the male. Her hand cradled his balls, cupping them warmly, rolling both hefty orbs between her fingers as she started sucking on him firmly. This time, she didn't take him all the way into her throat; no, rather, she focused on the sensitive head. Whatever she was doing seemed to work wonders, as soon his expression melted into one of intense pleasure, the big male tensing up just before Jean saw his cock jerk several times in quick, eager succession. Seeing it up close like that - and hearing Alexa's muffled, appreciative murmuring - left little doubt as to what was happening. He was cumming in her mouth, and heavily so going by how his entire body twitched with each throb of his shaft.

Alexa pulled off when the pulsating throbs ebbed, and opened her mouth with a playful_aaah._ Her tongue was completely coated in his thick, pearly cum, and much more of it was pooling against the back of her mouth. Then, her eyes darted to Jean and the cheetah realized what she wanted to do.

"Nnf, d-don't, I might get..." she protested, though she was rubbing herself with feverish anticipation.

The bunny mumbled something reassuring, probably something about how low the chances were, placing her hand over the cheetah's and slowly approaching her drenched sex once again while the crocodile watched, panting heavily. "Just enjoy it," he rumbled, his voice hoarse with satisfaction and pleasure. "She's amazing."

Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one about to get his pussy stuffed with virile, eager cum. Maybe it'd be worth taking the risk, though. Jean couldn't imagine even standing up if she didn't get to cum herself, much less work.

If that was how the rest of her co-workers felt, she suddenly felt a lot more understanding about why they were so willing to provide relief for each other. Maybe the strictness of a more conventional workplace kept those urges at bay... though then again, she had caught more than one couple mating in the restrooms at her previous workplace. Only in the sense of rhythmic banging inside a stall, sure, but still. Maybe it was just a natural state of being- chirp!

Jean's train of thought went careening off the rails as she felt Alexa's creamy lips press against her clit once more. She could've sworn she felt the crocodile's cum _tingling_against her, and soon it'd be inside her too. In her unprotected, presumably fertile pussy. Swimming up her tubes. Gods, it was about to happen, wasn't it? The thought made her clench like crazy. At least it'd just barely be at her entrance, so between the naturally low chances and that it probably wouldn't take, she rationalized, but it was still definitely an incredibly naughty step over the line, letting a stranger's sperm into her like that.

Alexa was enjoying herself, certainly, feasting on her. Jean could smell her arousal too, but the bunny seemed fine remaining on edge, denying herself the pleasure of orgasming. And then she thrust her cum-coated tongue into Jean's dripping wet pussy.

The cheetah came with a loud, piercing cry almost immediately. Jerking her hips against that beautiful, shiver-inducing sensation, thrashing and writhing in her chair as she creamed herself hard on Alexa's probing tongue, her own flavour of creamy wetness joining the crocodile's load in her mouth. Alexa kept her lips tightly sealed around as much of Jean's snatch as she could, making sure to catch every drop of her climax, too, a dreamy look in her eyes as their flavours mingled.

"Oh, she's a firecracker, isn't she?" the satisfied crocodile said. Jean didn't really hear him though as her world disappeared into wet, clenching pleasure for a good half-minute, nor did she hear Alexa eagerly, thirstily swallowing, moaning herself as their mixed fluids ran down her throat.

It wasn't a subtle orgasm, and when it ended, Jean felt like she was about to choke on embarrassment. "T-thanks," she mumbled, grabbing a tissue off Alexa's desk and stiffly wiping herself mostly dry before leaving the two and quickly darting back to her own cubicle, hunkering down, and hoping that nobody had actually heard her climactic yowls.

"Oh, don't be so self-conscious, you'll get used to it!" Alexa called from her side of the divider, but thankfully, didn't press the issue any further.

And sure enough, if someone had heard her, they didn't seem to care. It was business as usual, though only moments later she heard the characteristic grunting and slapping of someone else going at it somewhere else in the office. Jean didn't dare look up, of course, opting to hide mostly unseen and focusing on her work. The simple task she had was quickly finished, and after half an hour of cooling down she couldn't help but agree that she felt very satisfied. Maybe it was a good idea to do things like this, after all. Her pussy certainly seemed to agree, still thrumming pleasantly with the afterglow, and she felt relaxed in spite of the awkwardness of it all. Relaxed, limber, focused... like she had all the energy in the world until the end of her workday.

The next day would be her time to make or break. Once again, her dreams were filled with vague erotic imagery, the cheetah fantasizing about what the future might hold through the night. Would someone actually want to fuck her? Would she let them cum inside her? Would they even listen to her if she said no?

In the morning, she woke up more energized than she had been for a while, not even needing coffee. Instead, she scarfed down a couple of sandwiches in front of her closet. She did have a pair of crotchless panties that she'd picked out to surprise her then-boyfriend, but wearing those to work seemed like as open an invitation as they came. Soon enough they were hugging her warm pussy snugly. She felt so incredibly sexy like that, feeling the breeze against her lips. Mm-hm. Maybe I'll skip the bra too. It'd leave her a lot bouncier, but she was in exactly the right mood for it, letting her nipples stiffen against the fabric. Jean did an excited little twirl, already feeling herself grow wet again as she watched her breasts jiggle freely.

Yeah. This would be a great day, wouldn't it? Her heart was pounding when she got on the bus a few minutes later. She didn't dare sit down at all this time, but maybe eventually she'd grow accustomed enough to feeling like this that she'd not mind other people staring at her naked pussy either.

The cheetah felt almost like a goddess each time someone's eyes fell on her bouncy breasts as the bus went over a speedbump. It was such a rush imagining their cocks swelling in response, knowing they wanted to fuck her. It seemed like her new workplace had unlocked something inside her, something sexy and confident... and fertile.

Suddenly all the blood left her face as that last thought flashed through her mind. She fumbled with her phone, checking her cycle-tracking app. Oh, no. She was definitely going into a fertile period, which meant that no matter how sexy she felt, she definitely couldn't let anyone cum inside her. She found herself immediately regretting dressing so sexily, but it wasn't as if the office condoned_unwanted_ sex, right? If she could just keep herself under control, nothing would happen at all. Oh, she might give a blowjob or two, let someone hump her just a little bit... but she wouldn't get knocked up unless she agreed to it, hopefully.

Her legs felt like they were cast in solid lead when she got off the bus and into the elevator towards her new workplace. The feeling of doing something inadvisable and liking it, the one that'd been developing inside her the whole week, was getting overwhelming, and for a moment, Jean thought she might pass out, having to steady herself against the handrails of the elevator as she watched the street disappear below. Maybe it'd let up once she'd really gotten acclimated, and every day would just be business as usual. The others didn't seem bothered. Maybe the taboo aspect of it lost its bite after she'd been with half the office?

The elevator dinged. She made a brief stop at Red's office, and the fox greeted her with his characteristic, merry grin.

"Welcome aboard, then!" he exclaimed, "So glad you decided to really join us. You'll find your next project in your emails, but before then, maybe you could b-"

His phone rang. The merry expression on his face dropped, and his ears drooped. Slitted eyes glanced at the incoming number. "-one of our customers. I have to take this," he sighed. "Well, have a good day anyway. Oh, here," he dug into a drawer and tossed Jean a bottle of what seemed to be lube while already sandwiching the phone and simultaneously waving her away with the other hand. "-good day, yes, you'd like your web platformed reworked...?"

Jean stepped outside, wondering what the fox would've asked for if he hadn't been so rudely interrupted. Blow me? Bend over? Butt-something? She had to suppress me a fit of giggles. It all still felt so absurd.

When she got back to her cubicle and checked her emails, she was surprised to find a very real project waiting for her, having been half expecting it to be another idle task. But no, this time she'd have a whole team, at one of their other locations. She'd be working with them digitally, and the brand new shiny web cam on top of her monitor was probably the means. The meeting was about to start in half an hour, so she used the opportunity to scan through the emails. It seemed like it'd be a long project, but once again, nothing she couldn't handle. Lots of detail-work, but it was all fairly self-explanatory with the customer wanting a slicker-feeling modern interface.

Her idle hands found a button underneath her desk and immediately pressed it. The cheetah almost jumped as her desk lurched upwards, before she realized it was just a way to adjust the height. Neat. Maybe she'd work standing up this first day, that was sure to burn some calories.

She was comfortably slipping into the professional mindset with something real to focus on, and made sure to quickly brush her long, blonde hair again to look as good as possible for the video session. There it was, their meeting... joined!

The instant the other team's faces popped up on her monitor, she felt someone slide up behind her. Someone big. She recognized his scent; the wolf she'd seen on her very first day. She wiggled, as if trying to tell him that she was busy, forgetting where exactly she was. Of course he didn't let up, even as she tried to focus her attention on the meeting.

It began with the usual group introductions, though trying to memorize any names was difficult with a pair of rough, large hands kneading her rump. Nobody on the other end seemed to care, though, which told Jean that EZ Web Dev had the same "culture" everywhere. That, unfortunately, didn't make the experience any less mortifying. Especially when she had to hurriedly mute her microphone to keep the others from hearing her moan when one hand dove right under her skirt and cupped her bare mound.

Oh. Right. Crotchless panties. It seemed like it'd been a bad idea up until the point when one of his fingers found her clit and traced a teasing little circle around it, and then another, quickly getting her worked up as she tried to pay attention to what the others were saying.

"Don't mind me," came a voice from behind her. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'll help myself."

She could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face as she kept teasing her eagerly responding sex. Then she realized it was her turn to present herself, with everyone looking at her expectantly, and a deep blush swept across her muzzle.

"H-hello everyone, I'm Jean, and I'm kind of a new hire at EZ Web Dev, west," she began, and then bit her lip as Slate's finger slid into her dampening sex. She clenched. "I'm... new here but I have a lot of experience otherwise, and I look forward to -mmnh- working with you all!" Jean continued, the last few words coming out in a rapid, pressured fashion. "I have some ideas for the UX/UI but I'll present those once we have the general outline ready," she nodded, and then just barely managed to flick her mic off again before letting out a raspy moan when the wolf curled his finger to rub her g-spot. Not that they didn't all see her moan, even if they couldn't hear it.

"Smells like someone's ready for babies," Slate rumbled, and Jean's heart skipped a beat when she heard the telltale sound of a zipper undone behind her. Was he actually going to- in front of everyone- she didn't want to get-

"I'm ovulating," she hissed back. "Don't get me pregnant!"

"Mm-hm. Just stop me when I get close," the wolf chuckled. And then she felt it. He was even bigger than the crocodile, thanks to his much larger frame. Jeez. His rigid length felt massive as it naturally came to rest against her cheeks, just under her far too short skirt which he'd pulled up enough to bare both her round rump and vulnerable, glistening pussy. He rubbed the tip against her clit, which did make her moan before she managed to mute her microphone, but it didn't seem any of her co-workers cared despite her intense blushing. In fact... when she managed to catch a proper glimpse of the monitor, it did rather look like some of them were getting rocked back and forth, though their cameras blurred the background.

She moaned again, less concerned this time, when the wolf's massive cock began to pry her open. He was incredibly big, and somehow that only made it more exciting, sending jolts of pleasure that she'd not felt for a long time through her body. He felt so... thick, masculine, and virile. Potent, somehow...

...and despite all of that, she wasn't really putting up much of a fight to letting him go inside her bare, despite the both of them knowing full well what it'd lead to.

Jean gasped for air when he hilted, and had to excuse herself from the conversation - her teammates, luckily, seemed perfectly understanding - when he started to actually thrust into her. Her entire sex felt like warm butter around his amazing_cock, and suddenly the cheetah understood perfectly well why the secretary had let him fuck her. Condom or not, it felt so shiver-inducingly wonderful that she couldn't help but clench needily, growing wetter by the minute. She _had always been a bit of a size queen but it'd never seemed like the appropriate time to indulge, but now that her pussy finally got an oversized cock to glut on, it was flooding her brain with endorphins, leaving her whole body tingling as the lupine shaft started to properly claim her.

He worked up a quick pace. Sure, there was no rush, but Slate preferred to cum a few times rather than take his time with any given session, pounding away into the cheetah's spotted body with clear intent. She felt him throb every now and then, as his thrusts grew hard, sharper and faster, no doubt already painting her insides with his precum. That was a distinct reminder of what would happen soon. If only it hadn't felt so damn good.

"R-remember to not cum inside me," she managed to squeeze out between laboured breaths, knowing full well that she'd soon lose all vestiges of self-control.

"Rrf. What if I do anyway?" the wolf growled, angling his next thrust so his cock jabbed right at her g-spot, drawing another full-throated moan from the cheetah.

Let him. It'll feel awesome. No big deal. You won't get pregnant anyway, her fertile body told her in little trembles and quakes of pleasure that promised to soon explode into a full-blown orgasm. You don't really mind anyway. It's only natural to let a man cum inside you. With how rapidly he was fucking her now, it was bound to happen anyway.

She could picture, in vivid detail, how his cock was swelling and his balls tightening, preparing to pump the first load of belly-swelling cum into her without a care in the world. And if he didn't care, why should she? In the throes of pleasure, it seemed like sound logic.

"Nngh- fiiine," she squealed, and in that instance, he immediately slammed his heavy knot into her and throbbed hard, letting his cock pump his seed deep inside her fertile pussy.

She felt that first pressured, hot spurt of cum against her cervix, and then she was cumming too, wildly bucking back against Slate as her sex spasmed eagerly around his jerking cock, reaching her climax in almost perfect sequence for her body to drink his virile offering. Concerns melted away into pleasure and she squirmed in twitching, warm ecstasy, creaming herself on his cock so hard that her inner muscles ached with pleasure. She was acutely aware of the warm jets of cum filling her, even feeling the underside of his shaft bulge with each pulse, and despite the risk of it all, she couldn't hold anything back.

"...so what do you think, Jean?" someone asked her, seemingly far away. Oh, shit. Her orgasm ebbed and she realized she was still in that damn meeting, with the wolf safely tied to her and his cum still oozing into her. Well... when in Rome and all that. The cheetah finally decided to just let things unfold as they did, her mind too dazed to really do otherwise.

"Oh, could you, mm, repeat the question please?" she asked, panting freely and helpless to hold back a giggle when she clenched hard, making the wolf grunt in turn. At some point, her tits had gotten knocked out of her top, but she was in no hurry to adjust her clothing.

They managed to actually get some decisions made while she was still tied to the stud of a lupine behind her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And when he, without even pulling out, started to rock his hips against her again, apparently wanting to make sure she was pregnant, she continued the conversation as if nothing was happening, taking breaks only to moan as she came over and over again until she was truly too spent - at which point, the meeting was done, and she was a sodden mess of fluids below her waist.

"Hey, congratulations!" she heard Alexa call out while the bunny was packing her stuff, getting ready to leave for the evening.

"On what?" Jean asked, groggily.

"Your pregnancy! I mean the chances are low unless you go with him," she giggled. "He's knocked up like half the office already. We're lucky croc-daddy prefers oral or between them it'd probably everyone!"

"B-but you said you're not-" Jean groaned, with dizzy frustration.

"Well, _he_hasn't fucked me yet," Alexa called back from the entrance. "Not really his type I think! Anyway, have fun!"

The door opened and then closed. Goodbye, sexy flat belly, she lamented, tongue lolling out as she received the last few weak and watery squirts of cum Slate could muster. She knew Alexa was right, really. That night, and some of the ones following, she slept in her office.

As it turned out, Jean was one of those rare women who loved being pregnant. It gave her a beautiful, maternal glow, and she got rather turned on by watching her body slowly change and adapt, her formerly flat belly stretching into a proud, taut dome of pregnancy. Not to mention the tits. Nowadays, she wore only the skimpiest tops, making sure everyone on the bus was distracted by watching her jiggle and bounce. Letting that wolf squirt his baby batter into her - repeatedly, until it took, after that first hesitant experience - was the best choice she'd ever made... well, except maybe for starting work here in the first place. Today, they had a new recruit, which had quickly become one of her favourite events. Especially when she, like today, was tasked with coaching them.

"Why don't you get under my desk?" Jean purred, kneading at her heavy breasts. The new guy just couldn't keep his eyes off her and it was adorable. "You know, so you can eat me out."

"Right... now?" he stammered. "Shouldn't we be writing code? Every- everyone is still here, they'll see or hear us for sure."

"Mm-hm," Jean hummed. "See, we have a bit of a unique workplace culture here..." she explained, and spread her legs, delighting in the newbie's reaction when he saw just how wet the cheetah was. Self-conscious as he was, he couldn't quite hide the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Plus, you'll notice that you can focus much easier when you're all relaxed and not horny. Don't worry, you can mount me after I cum," Jean added with her warmest smile.

Sure enough, soon he was under her desk, obediently licking away while she worked, her pregnant belly resting against the top of his head while he suckled on her clit. It really did help with focus, Jean thought, squeezing his head between her thighs. Mm. Maybe I'll make him milk me later. She couldn't be too selfish, of course, she wasn't the only female here driven wild by those pregnancy hormones... and there were quite a few males who wanted to try his mouth too, given that he was admittedly pansexual. That wouldn't stop her from soaking his face in her juices, though.

She kept typing code even as her orgasm hit, moaning softly to herself as her by now rather experienced pussy gushed over his clumsy tongue. After a few months of cumming while working, she'd learned to just enjoy the sensations without letting them distract her from the task at hand, and after that, it'd all gone pretty smoothly.

It'd be time for maternity leave soon, but she couldn't wait to come back to work in a few more months and see who ended up knocking her up this time.