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The creamsicle-colored sunset shone through the glass paned windows onto a large wooden conference desk, casting long shadows onto its grain. The low hum of a fax machine in the corner permeated the air along with the scent of cleaning solution and warm paper. Milo sat in the table's center, fiddling his paws and staring intently at the whiteboard at the room's front. His tan tail drooped over the back of his chair. His posture was crooked.

Corporate nothings poured from the lips of the feline next to the whiteboard: the boss, Lily. Her stance was immaculate, her hair pulled into a tight bun, her lips permanently pursed. Deep wrinkles adorned her eyes. She said, "Our competitors are choking us out at every opportunity. If we can't land the GrandCorp contract, we will have to let go of some clients." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know it isn't ideal, but it's almost an eventuality at this point."

Another voice piped up from the table's corner: Steph, a chipper vixen with long, auburn hair. Her tail flitted excitedly behind her. She said, "There has to be some way we can convince GrandCorp we're the right choice. We're in the final round of considerations. We just need one final push, that's all."

"We're just not sure where that push is going to come from at this point," Lily replied. Her fur shone gray and gold in the sunlight. "I can get a meeting with their execs. That's not the problem. But as of right now, we don't have any extra ammunition."

The raccoon who sat across from Milo, Amelia, folded her arms. "I don't feel comfortable taking a chance with this," she said, brushing her dark bangs out of her face. She suddenly turned to face Milo. "You said you had something, right, Milo? What is it?"

The three women turned to face the vulnerable fox. His body froze. Sweat formed on his forehead. He said, "I have an idea for a presentation. It's about sharing our clientele base. I can't guarantee it'll work, but...I'd like to give it a try."

Amelia scowled at the suggestion. She asked, "Share our clientele base? With who?"

Milo corrected his posture, narrowing his brow. He said, "Lentigo. If we could just split the GrandCorp contract, there'd be no need for competition. I know it sounds crazy, but-"

"Milo, I'm going to stop you right there," Amelia said. She buried her head in her hands. Her short ears twitched. "We're a company. We're competing with Lentigo. They're not just going to roll over, especially when they have a win in the bag right now. You of all people should know this," she spat.

Lily shot a glance in Amelia's direction. Wrinkles formed on her forehead. She then raised a paw to her lip and said, "Unfortunately, I agree. We hold no leverage over Lentigo. They wouldn't cooperate with us. There's no incentive."

"W-wait." Steph gingerly raised her paw, as if asking for permission to speak. Her ears folded back. "I know it's a long shot, but shouldn't we give Milo a chance to think it over? You know, create some incentive?"

Silence. The three workers turned and stared intently at Lily, waiting for her response. The feline stared into nothingness as she pondered the possibility. "I don't see how we could gain leverage over Lentigo...but it might be worth a shot, meager as the chance may be," Lily said. She faced Milo and asked him, "Can I trust you to spearhead this solution?"

Milo mustered a weak smile. The pressure weighed on his shoulders, almost causing him to sink into his seat. "Of course," he said. "I'll have a plan for you by tomorrow afternoon."

"Good," Lily replied. The aged feline then checked her wristwatch. "Shoot. Investors meeting in ten minutes. We'll have to break now. But all of you - keep thinking about this. Profits are on the line. And Milo - please find a way out of this."

The three employees nodded silently in response and packed their belongings. Milo's mind raced. Dammit... he'd definitely have to stay late tonight. Without GrandCorp, the company would be forced to downsize. Layoffs would be a near-certainty. And as valuable as he was... no, he couldn't risk losing his job. Failure wasn't an option.

More than that, success would definitely net Milo the vacant project manager position. As much as he despised sucking up to Lily, he'd do anything for a promotion. But as always, Amelia and Steph complicated things. All three were racing to secure the GrandCorp contract. All three wanted a promotion. Milo just needed to come out on top.

Lily silently slinked out of the room and the door slammed shut behind her. Tension hung in the air as the other three stood to leave.

Steph stared earnestly at Milo as she packed, trying to think of what to say. Her gaze fell upon his breasts, but she quickly refocused on his face. She sputtered, "Um, I hope this all works out for you, Milo." Her tail twitched behind her. "Let me know if you need help, okay?"

Milo grinned. He said, "Sure. Thanks, Steph. I just wanna make sure everyone's positions are secure, you know?"

Amelia scoffed, not looking up from her bag. Her hackles raised. "C'mon, Milo. Don't lie. This isn't just about layoffs. It's about promotion," she said.

Milo chuckled uncomfortably and glanced aside. He said, "I never said it wasn't about promotion, Amelia. I want this. But believe it or not, I'd be happy for you if you got the position, too."

The raccoon's nose wrinkled in disgust. She crossed her arms and slung her bag over her shoulder, moving to the doorway. "I'm not trying to be an ass," she said. "And I hope you find a way out of this. But I also hope I find one first." And she disappeared beyond the doorway. More silence. Steph and Milo stood alone now.

"For what it's worth, I agree with you," Steph said. She wrung her paws, sneaking glances at Milo's figure. His thin shoulders showed from beneath his pink button-down. The shirt's neckline betrayed the slightest hint of cleavage. Steph continued, "Amelia's being kind of mean right now. I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

Milo let out a tired chuckle and frowned. "Yeah. It's tough. I know she needs money for her family. But... c'mon. We should be nicer to each other." He turned to Steph and flashed a toothy grin. "Thanks for being so nice to me, Steph. If I don't get this promotion, I'd like you to have it. You'd make a great manager."

Blood rose to Steph's cheeks. Her legs wobbled a bit, but she remained upright. "O-of course! I always, um, wanna help." Nervous giggling. "Just, uh, let me know if you need anything. But don't be surprised when I swoop in and take the promotion from you."

Milo walked to the door and held the cold knob in his paw. He turned to Steph. "I look forward to it," he said, and returned to his desk.

Milo held the warm mug to his lips and chugged the last of his stale coffee. How many cups was that...? Four? No, five. It didn't matter anyway. His index finger cramped. Spreadsheet after spreadsheet of holdings data rolled in front of his tired eyes. The vulpine's paw pads tapped deftly on the keyboard as he browsed the company database. If he could just negotiate a deal with Lentigo, it'd be in everyone's best interest to split the GrandCorp contract. Maybe he could barter a territorial agreement? Give Lentigo the rights to construct commercial property in blocks A-C. No, no... too much.

The glow of Milo's computer screen projected an white hue on his beige fur. Darkness encroached the office outside of his cubicle. The low hum of heating vents and a nearby printer on standby. It was going to be a long night in the office. At least Keiran had the apartment to himself. He was probably hooking up with a guy right now...

Fuck. Milo felt his black slacks grow tighter. The thought of his roommate being bent over the couch and rammed... it turned him on. As always, boring work made him horny. He ignored the urge to give into fantasy, tapping his foot intently on the ground. Just a few hours more. Then, he could...

In an instant, the computer's monitor turned black. Milo was plunged into total darkness. His heart raced as he frantically tapped his paws on the keyboard. No response. Damn it! This couldn't be happening. Not on the most important night of his career...

The fox reached and turned on his desk lamp, bathing himself in warm orange light. He then looked below his desk, attempting to troubleshoot the computer's sudden malfunction. He pressed the power button - nothing. Percussive maintenance - no dice. He pressed every button on the monitor and keyboard before slouching over his desk, head in-hand. Dammit! What the hell happened?

Milo looked around the dim office, trying to think of some other way to access acquisitions data. Every other employee's computer was locked, of course. His log-in credentials wouldn't work. And he could never search through paper records in time for tomorrow; there were just too many.

A vibration from his side cut through Milo's despair - his cell phone. He picked it up and glanced at his fluorescent lockscreen. A message appeared on its banner:

"Hey I'm downstairs. Dinner is getting cold. Let me in"

Adrian! Right. He was here to deliver dinner. Maybe he could help.

Milo then hopped from his office chair and trotted down his office's narrow corridor, descending the stairway by the light of his phone. He eventually reached the glass outer doors, frosted with a thin layer of ice. He hastily undid the locks and opened them, allowing cold air to rush inside. Adrian piled in, bending himself awkwardly over the warm plastic bag which held their dinner.

"Hey, Adrian," Milo said. He rubbed his eyes. "Thank you so much for this."

Adrian grinned. He replied, "It's no problem. This place is on my way back home anyway." He then put the food down on the matted tile. "Besides, I wouldn't waste an opportunity to see your cute face."

Milo chuckled. "Aw, c'mon. I'm not very cute right now. Look at me. I'm actually pretty tired."

The otter stepped closer to Milo, wrapping his arms around Milo's back. He flashed a devilish grin. "I think you're plenty cute," he said. "And I hope you enjoy your dinner, okay?" Adrian pecked Milo on the cheek. The fox released a saccharine squeal.

Milo then pulled himself away, attempting to hide his wagging tail. He said, "Um, actually, I need your help with something. If you have the time. It's my computer. It kinda, uh... broke."

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Broke?" he asked. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! I swear!" Milo raised his hands, as if offering surrender. "I was just working and it... shut off. Could you help me fix it quickly? Then you can go home. I don't want to hold you up."

Adrian rolled his eyes and grinned. "Sure," he said. "I'll see what I can do."

The couple then traversed the dark corporate labyrinth together, food in-hand. Ghosts seemed to be hiding around every corner, causing Adrian to tightly grip Milo's paw. Within a few minutes, the pair reached Milo's cramped cubicle.

"Finally! Some light," Adrian teased. "Now, let's see here..." He immediately stooped down and inspected Milo's computer, turning its back to face him while humming a simple tune. He then said, "Well, there's your problem." His paw pointed to a socket in the computer's back. "The power cord came unplugged. Were you wiggling your foot or something?"

Milo breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah... Yeah, I was. Thank you so much, Adrian. Really. You're a lifesaver."

"It's no problem!" Adrian exclaimed. "I already know I'm the best. You don't gotta tell me."

The fox rolled his eyes. He teased, "Well, I wouldn't go that far."

Adrian smiled. He was quiet for a moment, observing the dim office. He asked, "You have an empty office around here?"

Milo tilted his head. "Um, yeah. There are a few vacant ones. There's not much in them. Why?"

The otter shrugged. "Well, I see how tired you are. What do you say to a little break?" He stepped closer to Milo, planting a kiss on his lips. "I just wanna help you relax. Plus, you look hot as fuck in your work clothes."

Milo stared into Adrian's eyes, thinking it over. He was feeling pretty burnt out. And he hadn't taken a break in three hours. Even if he resumed working now, he'd be too horny to focus. Fuck it. A pick-me-up couldn't hurt...

"Fine," Milo said. Happiness rose to his tired eyes. "But only if you stay and eat with me after. This office gets kinda lonely at night."

Adrian smirked. "I planned on it. I'm not gonna hump and dump you, idiot."

The pair then left Milo's cubicle, reentering the inky blackness. They passed a blur of offices, as if window shopping.

"So, which one suits your tastes?" Milo teased, hooking his arm around Adrian's.

Adrian let out a dignified huff. "Well, dear, the office on the right is positively spacious. But the left has a skylight!" He raised a paw to his face in mock desperation. "Oh, how shall we choose?"

Milo turned to him and asked, "Well, how does me sucking you off under the stars sound?"

A gasp sounded from Adrian's mouth. "Well, that sounds positively lovely. Tally ho, then!" And he opened the office door on the left, ushering Milo inside. He then added, "Just so you know, you're the 'ho' in 'tally ho.'"

"You're so dumb," Milo replied. He then flipped the office's light switch, lowered the office's blinds, and turned to face Adrian.

The otter stared back at Milo with half-lidded eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Adrian's short brown hair was messy and ruffled from the cold winds. He had taken his jacket off, only sporting a tight white shirt and a pair of navy sweatpants. His nipples formed small mounds from under the white fabric, accentuating his bulky pecs and wide-set shoulders. Thick tendons rippled under Adrian's fur with every movement of his toned arms. The slightest hint of his cream-colored abs peeked from beneath his shirt. His thick tail twitched excitedly.

Breath caught in Milo's throat. His legs crossed themselves. "S-so, are you gonna take what's yours, or what?" he teased.

Adrian stepped closer, tilting his head to the side. "I can't just admire my property?" he asked, and gripped Milo's shoulder. "You're so cute in your little office get-up. I don't know how your coworkers keep themselves off of you." He then wrapped his paw around Milo's back, squeezing the fox's shoulder blade. The other paw slinked downward and grasped Milo's ass, eliciting a yelp from the thin boy.

The pair gazed into each others' eyes. Adrian then pushed Milo against the wall, standing chest-to-chest with his prey. Milo felt himself melt into the otter's embrace. His legs went slack, but he was upheld by Adrian's strong arms. The otter's steady breathing blew across Milo's neck.

Adrian growled, "I've got you right where I want you now."

He then bent down and began licking Milo's neck, gently lapping at the fox's jugular. Hot breath washed over Milo's throat, cascading down the fox's chest as he moaned. Adrian then suckled on Milo's neck, savoring his prey's desperate gasps. His sharp teeth grazed the fox's thin skin, plunging themselves beneath Milo's soft fur. The faint scent of sweat and cologne wafted from the prey's chest.

Milo squirmed as he felt himself gently penetrated by Adrian's fangs. He clawed at Adrian's back, attempting pathetically to grasp the otter's broad shoulders. Adrian then released Milo's neck, licking his lips as he stared at the cherry-red hickey he'd left on his prey's throat.

"Aww. Do you like being marked?" Adrian asked. He reached over to Milo's face and brushed the messy hair off of his forehead. "Don't tell me you want me to hold you down, too."

Milo scrunched his face. "Sh-shut up and kiss me already, nerd."

Adrian shrugged. "Wish granted," he said, and leaned in for a kiss. The otter proceeded slowly, planting chaste kisses on Milo's plush lips before pushing himself inward. Milo's tongue was soft and welcoming, drawing Adrian into his warm maw. Adrian then deftly reached his paw inside Milo's shirt. The helpless fox quivered as Adrian crept upward from his soft tummy to his nipples, running his slick paw pads over Milo's breasts.

Quivers wracked Milo's body as he felt himself violated by the muscled beast. Muffled moans emanated from his mouth. His limbs shook, but were held still by Adrian's strength. The otter swabbed the inside of his prey's mouth, his tongue rhythmically entwining with Milo's. The fox nearly went limp.

Satisfied, Adrian pulled away and wiped his maw. "Good boy," he said. "You did so well for me."

Milo smirked. "I'm not broken yet, you dummy. It takes more than some kissing to make me melt."

"Really? Because the mark on your neck would suggest otherwise. Your legs practically gave out," Adrian teased.

The otter then let go of Milo, walking to his jacket and rummaging through its pockets. Milo felt strangely exposed without his embrace, grasping his elbow as he stared. He asked, "Um, what are you doing?"

Adrian waved his paw, not bothering to look over his shoulder. "Well, I figured you might wanna do something like this tonight. So... I brought us a little toy." He then turned around to reveal a blue leather collar, connected to a leash with a heavy metal chain. He asked, "You don't mind, do you?"

Milo's eyes widened. He struggled to speak. "P-petplay? Here? Now? Adrian, I don't know..." He shuffled his feet, staring downward. "I mean, here at the office? That's... it's..." He shuddered. "It's hot, but..."

Adrian chuckled, nearing Milo once more. He held out the collar for Milo to inspect. "Well, if you're unsure, maybe this will decide things for you."

Milo then glanced down and inspected the collar. The trim was quite well-made, the

collar itself and its leash colored sky blue. A small bow plumed from the collar's front, attached to which was a nametag.

The fox gasped. He held a paw to his mouth. "Y-you didn't!"

"I did, actually." Adrian then flipped the nametag, showing off its engraving: 'MILO.' He continued, "And PetSmart was none the wiser. Told them it's for a pet. So... do you want to try this with me?"

Silence as Milo stared at the tag. His mouth moved before he knew what he was saying.

"Yes. Yes, please."

Adrian flashed that devilish grin again. "Okay, pet. Get on your knees, then."

Milo blushed at the sudden command, but still complied. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He was used to submitting, of course, but being collared and chained? It was a whole other level of demeaning. But, for some reason, it was incredibly arousing...

The otter walked around Milo and brushed away the boy's hair, revealing the nape of his neck. The collar fit snugly around Milo's throat, partially covering the mark Adrian had made earlier. The leather was unexpectedly cold.

Adrian then turned the collar so that the ribbon faced Milo's front, gently pulling the leash taught. Milo's head lurched forward as a small moan escaped him. Fuck... he was completely under Adrian's influence now.

The otter teased, "Who's my good little puppy?"

Milo froze. His mind screeched to a halt. "I-I'm not gonna say that!" he said.

Adrian chuckled. "Aww. Why not? Just admit you're my good boy and I'll give you some scritches."

The fox's eyes pleaded. His face was totally red. "Mmmmph. I'm not _that_much of a slut," he protested.

"So, you don't wanna be my good little puppy? And here I was, about to tame you." Adrian gave the leash some slack, allowing Milo to sit back again. "Oh well. I guess that's all I can do for today. That is, unless you tell me who my good boy is."

Milo whined. "N-no! Please. I..." He looked away, unwilling to meet his master's gaze. His voice was small and defeated. He then finally admitted, "I'm your good boy..."

Adrian's face lit up. He rushed to Milo, petting his palms against the fox's ears and face. "Awwwww! Good boy! Such a good boy! Look, your tail is even wagging!"

F-fuck! Milo turned back to see his tail really _was_wagging. Dammit! He couldn't believe he was so dogbrained. It was so embarrassing to let Adrian see him like this.

The otter then lifted Milo's chin, allowing their gazes to meet. Adrian's breath shook. He said, "You're such an adorable little thing. Humiliating you like this turns me on." He then stood over Milo, looking adoringly downward at his stupid little pet. Milo was eve-level with Adrian's bulge, but looked away in humiliation. His master savored the embarrassment on Milo's face.

"So, are you gonna fuck me, or are you just gonna stare?" Milo teased.

Adrian then slowly pulled down his sweatpants. Its hem traveled across his shaft, slowly revealing his package. As the fabric passed over Adrian's glans, his pink cock popped free and sat erect in the air, throbbing as it met Milo's gaze. A small tuft of mocha-colored fur sat atop its base. Small veins crept along its sides, culminating in a flaring red tip.

"You want this?" Adrian teased.

Milo whined, nodding fervently. He salivated as he yearned for Adrian's cock to enter him. His tail sweeped the ground, thumping in desperation.

Adrian laughed. "Good boy," he said. "Then come and get it."

Milo then burst forward, trotting on all fours toward Adrian's crotch. He immediately hooked his mouth around Adrian's glans, savoring his intense musk. Adrian had been trudging through the cold for hours that day. It had left him pungent, the smell of his sweat mingling with his lust in Milo's nostrils. The sensation made Milo desperate to take the entirety of Adrian's cock.

"F-fuck. Good boy. Slow down, now. I can't have my pet choking," Adrian teased. He pulled the leash taught once more, forcing Milo up and off of his cock. The fox's mouth gaped as he attempted to force himself back down. "I need you to be a good boy and go slow. That way your master can enjoy this. Understand?"

Milo was struck with another pang of embarrassment. He pouted and sat back on his knees, giving puppydog eyes to his master. He then raised his paws in front of his chest, as if showing his submission. "W-well, I'll try. It's not my fault you taste so good."

"Good boy," Adrian said. "Now get back to work."

Milo then latched back onto his owner, making sure to give every inch of Adrian's flesh the love it deserved. He cradled its soft bottom on his tongue, pressing its top against the roof of his mouth and drinking his master's precum. Bitter lust trickled down the back of Milo's throat. Adrian adoringly ruffled his pet's hair, scratching behind his ears. "Such a good pet. You take your owner so well," he cooed.

Milo could only whimper in response. His tail fluttered.

Far away, the office's front door creaked open once more. Cold air crept inside. Lily emerged from a barrage of snowflakes into the building's warm interior, clad in a thick gray overcoat. Even in the freezing cold, her posture remained upright and unshaken. She was then followed closely by Amelia and Steph, both riding her coattails as they proposed their respective business plans. Lily remained silent.

"A territorial agreement is unviable. We need every inch of commercial property we can muster," Amelia argued. She removed her coat and hung it on a nearby rack. "I just... I don't see a way to get around this."

Steph replied, "Milo's been working on something. He wants to leverage some of our properties, I think, but I dunno. We'll have to ask him tomorrow."

Amelia shot a glare at Steph. She barked, "So are these your ideas, or Milo's? Are you working together?"

Lily then snapped her head toward the quarreling couple. "Stop. Girls, this is not appropriate," she growled, and clutched the bridge of her nose. "This conversation has been going for an hour. And frankly, it's not productive or professional. I'll give you both until I get to my office. But after that, I'll need to be alone for the night."

Silence. Steph and Amelia exchanged worried glances, then began arguing once more. These girls were incorrigible. Lily couldn't bear listening anymore.

So, the feline remained in her own head as the trio mounted the stairs upward. What was she going to do? She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Realistically, Milo was the only employee skilled enough to think of a practical negotiation strategy; she didn't like relying on him so heavily, but Lily's strength had never been corporate dealmaking.

And as much as Lily didn't want to admit her reliance on Milo, everyone in company outreach functioned off of his suggestions. So if Milo couldn't come up with a solution, no one would. Corporate would have a field day with layoffs if they failed. Who knew who would be among them. The best Lily could do was placate her superiors until Milo had a breakthrough...

Lily opened the door to her office and idly tapped her keyboard, sending the monitor alight. She then turned exasperatedly toward Amelia and Steph.

She said, "Girls, this is it. You two need to go home. Leave the rest of the work tonight to me, alright?"

Amelia pouted, "But Lily-"

"No exceptions. Both of you need some rest. I appreciate your dedication, but this is a talk for tomorrow."

Steph suddenly gazed past Lily, her jaw dropping. Her eyes widened in horror. "U-um, Lily-"

The boss crossed her arms, staring into Steph's eyes. "No exceptions," she said. "We'll continue this discussion tomorrow. I need you both to leave."

The vixen shook her head, pointing limply at Lily's computer screen. "It's not that," she said. "Look!"

Lily and Amelia both pivoted toward the boss's computer screen, on which were displayed the feeds from four separate cameras. Three feeds were blank; but the fourth showed Milo and Adrian pleasuring each other. The audio feed was barely audible. Moans and smacks emanated from Lily's monitor. All three women froze up, staring in disbelief at their best employee sucking another man's cock.

Amelia gulped. Her paws clenched. "I-It's Milo," she said. "Is he...?"

Lily wordlessly sat in her office chair and leaned closer to the screen. Her face was blank. She enlarged the camera feed and turned up the volume, as if verifying that this was real. She then leaned back in her chair, holding her paw to her muzzle. She stared at the screen, listening intently to Adrian's grunts.

Blood rushed to Steph's face as she watched Milo degrade himself. Her auburn fur turned a deep red. Her tail stood erect behind her, as if being confronted by a predator. Butterflies fluttered in her chest. "W-we shouldn't be watching this!" Steph said. "Let's, um, just give them some privacy and talk to them later. Okay?"

Neither the feline nor the raccoon listened to her. Amelia instead crept closer to the monitor, placing a paw on Lily's desk. She smirked at the sudden realization: Milo wasn't perfect after all. In the office, he was a smooth-talker who always got his way. Confident, talkative, charming. But here? The fox was reduced to a needy cocksleeve. That leash pulled Milo fully onto his master's cock. He was practically begging for that otter's cum.

Amelia clenched her paw. She crossed her legs, bending over the desk and staring intently at the screen. Something about knowing this side of Milo... it turned her on. The look in Milo's eyes was desperate and hungry. His moans, his needy eyes, the bulge in his neck. Amelia's rival had been thoroughly conquered, and she was watching it happen. Amelia bit her lip. A small grunt escaped her lips.

Steph remained affixed to the floor. Neither Lily nor Amelia wanted to stop watching. The pairs' eyes were affixed on the computer screen. It felt surreal. "S-so, are we not going to give them some privacy?" Steph asked.

Lily then turned to the vixen. She waved her paw dismissively. "If you don't want to keep watching, you can leave," she said. "But I'd like to see where this goes. Call me curious."

"B-but we should probably leave them alone," Steph protested.

Amelia suddenly turned toward Steph. Her hackles raised. She snarled, "Don't pretend you're not interested, Steph. I see you eyefucking Milo whenever he enters the room. And your little attempts at flirting aren't subtle. So don't fault us for watching him for once." She then looked away, embarrassed. "Not all of us can talk to him like you do."

Steph was taken aback. She began to speak, but no words came out. Her shoulders slouched. For once, Amelia was right. She found Milo incredibly attractive. His lithe figure, his confidence, his sweet voice. Hearing it over the speaker almost made her melt.

More than that, she was surprised that Amelia seemed aroused, too. Steph never would've predicted that Amelia had a crush on Milo. Steph had unknowingly been participating in a love triangle for years now; more than that, she'd been winning. The revelation weighed in her stomach.

Lily affixed her eyes on the screen. Her voice was calm, but her posture became hunched. A faint smile flashed across her maw. "Again, Steph, you can leave if you'd like. But Amelia and I are going to stay and watch. Choose."

Silence. Steph's legs shook. Her voice caught in her throat. Her heart pounded. But nonetheless, her legs moved on their own. She stepped closer to the computer and leaned over Lily's desk, getting a better look at Milo's face. His moans became clearer as she neared the monitor. Steph decided to stay.

And so, the trio became Milo's audience. They watched as Adrian gripped the back of Milo's head, holding onto his short tan fur and pumping the boy's maw across his dick. Tears formed at the edges of Milo's eyes. The fox's muffled grunts became subdued as his will evaporated. With every thrust, Adrian shoved himself deeply into Milo. His precum trickled down the back of Milo's throat, coating the fox's tongue in lust. Milo's sucking intensified as he felt Adrian's member quiver in his maw.

"Good boy... such a good boy. You should be my pet full-time," Adrian teased.

His breathing became unsteady. His tail thumped on the floor behind him. His abdomen tensed. He gripped the leash tightly and pulled it taught with one paw, grabbing Milo's fur with the other.

"I-I'm gonna cum, Milo! Deeper!"

Adrian then unleashed one final plunge into Milo's tight throat, burying himself completely in the fox's maw. His legs shuddered. His claws dug into Milo's shoulders and held the boy still. A guttural growl poured from the otter as wave after wave of his love exploded into Milo's tummy. He then removed himself from Milo's maw and let his cum drip into Milo's face, marking his property with his own seed. Milo fell onto all-fours, cum spilling from his maw as he caught his breath.

Milo gulped down the rest of Adrian's cum before words fell from his lips. His voice was hoarse. He grinned and said, "I-I don't think I can be a pet full-time. Maybe part-time, though."

Adrian stood above Milo, his cock still dripping onto the ground below. He pulled lightly on the leash, jerking Milo's gaze upward.

"Fine. But for tonight, you're all mine," Adrian said.

Milo chuckled. He bent his head low and stretched, raising his ass and folding his ears back. His tail wagged in the air. "You're lucky I like you so much, dork."

Adrian smirked. "I am pretty lucky," he said. "Now let's take those clothes off."

The sentence sent a shock down Steph's spine. She just watched that otter orgasm down Milo's throat. She saw the cum leak from her friend's maw... and it made her legs weak. Fuck, she would give anything to see Milo like that in-person. That desperate, adoring look in his eyes. She recognized it. Utter submission.

Lily then cut through Steph's thoughts. She said, "This ought to be good." The feline was fully smiling now. Steph had never seen Lily so happy before. The veil of constant stress and frustration was lifted from Lily's eyes, uncovering a perverted side of her which neither Amelia nor Steph knew existed.

The feline shot a glance at Steph. The vixen's chest heaved. Her breath was heavy with anticipation.

"You're turned on, aren't you?" Lily asked. Her tone was matter-of-fact, but her eyes squinted in mock playfulness.

Steph recoiled at Lily's suggestion. "Wh-what? No! I'm not turned on by this. I just..."

Amelia rolled her eyes and tapped her paw on the table. She said, "Steph, don't lie. All three of us want to see Milo get dominated. You're just the only one who feels shame about it. Which is ironic, given how you give him fuck-me eyes everyday."

Steph froze, then pouted and let out a frustrated grunt. It was true. She really didn't have a leg to stand on. She had stared at Milo for so long from across the office, wanting to put him in his place. And now, she finally got to see it.

Adrian's voice rose from the monitor. "Let's start with your shirt," he said. "Good pets don't wear shirts, do they?"

The trio watched as Milo's face contorted in aroused embarrassment. "F-fine," he said. "But I'm doing this because it's stuffy in here, not because you asked." He then began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top. The sleeves of his button-down slipped off of his thin shoulders. His muscled pecs then revealed themselves from under the thin pink fabric. Between them laid a thick plume of cream-colored fur. A patch of darker fur surrounded his otherwise lighter tummy, laying along his abs. His coworkers watched intently.

"Look at his shoulders," Lily remarked. "Even mine are bigger. No wonder he's the submissive one."

"I-I think they're cute!" Steph protested. "And look at his arms. H-he's been working out, you know. I've noticed. He's been getting stronger lately."

Amelia giggled. "Oh, of course you noticed. You probably want him to hold you down or something."

Steph blushed. She choked on her words. A strangled "Fuck you!" weakly fell from her lips, causing Amelia to break out in laughter.

Amelia said, "Seriously, look how feminine his body is. There are more muscles on his breasts than his arms. And his nipples are so cute!"

Lily chuckled. She held her head in her hands, resisting the urge to make an off-color comment.

Amelia turned to the feline. "What? What is it?" she asked.

"It's obvious to me how much you want to dominate this boy," Lily said. "You want to hold him down and suck him off, right?"

The raccoon's body shivered, then became rigid. "I-I wouldn't say that," Amelia said. But Lily was right. That's exactly what she wanted.

Adrian then squatted down and planted a kiss on the shirtless boy. He rubbed Milo's ears, causing his pet to blush. "Good boy," Adrian said. "You follow your owner's orders so well." He then stood up, and said: "Pants off, too. Good pets don't wear clothes at all, do they?"

Another pathetic whine from Milo. "N-nothing? I thought you liked my work clothes."

Adrian rolled his eyes. "Can't fuck you with clothes on," he said.

Milo laughed, gripped the hem of his pants, and pulled them downward, uncovering his bulge. The dark fur on his tummy formed a path downward, leading beneath his underpants. Milo's thighs were unexpectedly chubby and soft, too; Steph imagined burying her face between them, inhaling the musk of his package...

"Good boy!" Adrian cooed, watching as Milo flung his pants out of the camera's frame. "How does it feel to be exposed, pup?"

Milo gazed embarrassedly at Adrian, his mouth agape. His tail wagged aggressively as he eyed his owner's package. He then flopped onto his back, exposing his tummy to the camera. Milo raised his paws to his face, motioning for Adrian to give him tummy rubs with a smug expression. "If I'm gonna be a pet, you may as well spoil me," he teased.

Adrian rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said. "Just a little tummy rub. Then I have something for you to do." He then bent down and began petting Milo's soft belly. Milo squirmed with excitement, rattling his leash.

Amelia stifled a whine as she stared at the monitor. "His thighs are huge," she said. "And look at his ass. God, even I don't have an ass like that."

Steph giggled, holding a paw to her face. "Aw, don't tell me you're jealous," she teased.

"I'll have you know I'm perfectly secure with my ass!" Amelia shot back. "But it wouldn't hurt to squeeze his. Especially with that cute little tail. Damn..."

Lily licked her lips. "His thighs are impressive," she said.

Adrian then stood, leaving Milo a splayed mess on the ground. He gripped his pet's leash and said, "If you want more, then you need to obey me. Start by taking off your underwear."

Milo visibly tensed, his chest heaving in anticipation. A timid smile rose to his face. He slowly stripped the last piece of clothing from himself, now fully exposed to his owner. The pup's cock was fully erect, his sheath the same creamy color as his tum. A pair of small testicles nestled between his legs, barely visible behind the girth of his thighs. The pink tip of Milo's cock twitched as it was exposed to the office air.

The three women gawked as they saw Milo fully nude for the first time. Amelia leaned on the desk, keeping upright. Steph bounced her foot as she struggled to contain her arousal. Lily simply stared.

"That's the cutest cock I've ever seen," the feline said.

Steph giggled nervously. This whole situation was so absurd. "Lily, how can you be so nonchalant about all this?" she asked.

Lily shrugged. She said, "When you get to be my age, these things don't surprise you as much."

"I guess," Steph agreed. "He's just such a cute little pet! I can't help being, um, yeah."

Meanwhile, Amelia was lost in a world of her own. God, look at how adorable Milo was! Nude, splayed on his back, collared... that dreamy, stupid look on his face. Complete and utter vulnerability.

As if on cue, Adrian ordered, "Alright, Milo. Up, now. I have some stuff I need you to do for me."

Milo stood on all-fours, his package now dangling below him. "Do I get to spoil you now?" he asked. His tail tucked neatly between his legs as he awaited his owner's next order.

Adrian held the leash upward, smiling devilishly. He began to walk away, pulling Milo's leash taught behind him. "Just follow me for a lap around the office," he said. "I want to take my pet for walkies. You want walkies, don't you?" He then opened the office door and beckoned into the dim workspace.

"Ch-change the cameras. We can't lose track of them," Amelia ordered.

Lily replied, "Already on it."

The camera feed suddenly changed, displaying a wide view of the circular route which Milo and Adrian would likely take around the office. It was dim, but just enough lighting leaked from the office windows to illuminate the video.

Adrian ambled out of the office, waiting for Milo to hobble out with him. The otter then let his pet take the lead, walking nonchalantly behind him and watching Milo's tail bob up and down. Milo exhaled like a dog through his nose. "I can't believe I'm doing this," the fox said.

Suddenly, Lily switched camera feeds. The trio now had a closer view of Milo's pillowy ass as he proceeded down the corridor. His red cock poked from between his legs, still erect and just within view of the camera. A drop of precum glistened on its tip.

"O-oh my god, he's wet," Amelia said. "Look - you can just barely see it. God, that's so cute."

"As if you aren't wet, too," Steph said.

Amelia scowled. Her tail flitted. "I-It's different for guys! It's so cute. Like, the ultimate show of submission."

"Either of you ever pegged a guy?" Lily asked.

Steph and Amelia shook their heads. Lily chuckled.

She said, "Well, trust me when I say that Milo's ass is _perfect_for it."

Amelia laughed. "And his dick would be perfect for a cage," she replied.

A sudden smack then emanated from the computer. Adrian swiftly reached down and spanked Milo, leaving a red welt on his thick ass. Doglike whines flowed from Milo's maw. The company's star employee was reduced to a shivering mess on the office carpet.

"C'mon, pup. We gotta keep walking," Adrian said. "You're not done quite yet."

Milo struggled to speak. "Hnng... Fine. But know that this is scraping up my knees."

And so the couple continued to trot around the office, Milo glancing nervously over his shoulder as if expecting another strike. Adrian relished in his pet's anxiety, savoring every little whine. "Don't worry, pup. Just keep on going. One day I'll parade you around like this in public," he said.

"He has no clue it's already happening," Lily said. She switched camera angles again, this time gaining a clear view of Milo's face. His eyes were nearly glazed over, lost in a submissive haze. An absent smile adorned his face, perforated by little shakes when Adrian held the leash taught.

"Awww. Look at his unsteady legs!" Amelia teased.

Steph exhaled. Her breath was hot. "Fuck, look at his face. He's gone. That otter could touch him anywhere and he wouldn't resist."

"You could even order him to mount you. He'd probably do it. You want his cute little dick, I bet," Amelia teased.

Steph blushed. She stammered, "C-can we just establish we both want to fuck him equally?!"

Smack. Smack. Adrian spanked Milo's ass again and again, spurring Milo's face to contort in pleasure. Milo squealed as Adrian marked his body as his own. The dumb pet's face flushed red, his legs shaky, his ass up in the air awaiting more punishment.

Adrian grinned. "Such a good boy, Milo. I know you want your owner to touch you. To show you how much of a good pet you are." He chuckled. "Just keep going. Back to the office. I have something I'd like to do with you." And the two trotted back to the office, completing their walk.

Lily effortlessly switched the cameras once more, now viewing the empty office. Milo and Adrian reentered. Adrian briefly released Milo's leash and searched his jacket pocket, revealing a small bottle of lubricant. He then approached his pet, shaking the bottle in front of Milo's face. The pup quivered and whined as he realized what his owner wanted.

"You've been such a good boy today, Milo. Obedient. Adorable. And so, so needy," Adrian cooed. He pet gently behind Milo's ears, causing him to moan pathetically. Milo's package twitched in anticipation. "I just want to show you how much you mean to your owner. So turn around, idiot."

"F-fine. But don't be gentle with me," Milo stuttered. He then turned around and presented his ass to Adrian and the camera. His asshole was splayed for everyone to see. It puckered as he waited for his owner's touch. Milo's face periodically peeked backward to see what Adrian was up to, his eyes half-lidded and desperate.

Adrian poured a dollop of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together and promptly grazing them along Milo's ass. "You ready, pup?" he asked. "Need to make sure my good boy is comfortable."

Milo nodded. He squealed and shook his ass, as if beckoning Adrian inward. His fluffy tail wagged in the air. It was all the confirmation Adrian needed.

The otter then slowly slid his fingertips into Milo, pressing downward toward his pup's tummy. Milo squirmed and moaned as he felt his owner enter him. The pet's ass was tight and warm; the perfect cocksleeve. The otter quivered as he thought about cumming inside. Adrian removed himself and lubed further, then plunged his fingers deeper into Milo's ass.

"Look at Milo's face," Lily said. "That's an anal slut if I've ever seen one."

Steph cooed, "And his tail is wagging so cutely! God, it's so embarrassing seeing him like this."

Lily scoffed. She said, "Even the mighty have a soft side. It just turns out Milo's is particularly kinky."

Amelia piped in, "I just can't believe he's such a petplay slut. I imagined him being more... confident in bed. Not that I'm displeased."

"Of course you like this. You want to dominate him too," Steph said.

The raccoon pouted and pointed at the screen. "Look at that fat ass and tell me you don't want to dominate him, too."

Milo's moans grew more and more desperate. His consciousness melted as Adrian pressed down repeatedly on his prostate. Precum leaked from the helpless slut's cock onto the carpeted floor. Adrian smirked and removed himself, then began lubing his package.

He said, "You've been a very good boy, Milo. But your owner wants something more... I want to breed you." He grabbed Milo's hips and forcefully moved the boy closer to him, eliciting a yelp from the fox. "You'll obey, won't you?"

Milo didn't have time to respond. He could only gasp as he felt himself suddenly filled. Adrian's cock poked Milo's asshole gently, then slid itself inward. Adrian let out a satisfied growl and pulled the leash, causing Milo's head to snap upward and his spine to arch.

Adrian chuckled. "Oooh. How's that feel, pet?"

Milo could only moan in response. His body was wracked with quivers. His thighs shook as they struggled to remain steady.

Seeing this, Lily stood from her chair. She stepped aside and put her coat back on as Steph and Amelia watched in confusion.

Amelia asked, "Lily... what are you doing?"

Lily smirked. She said, "I'm tired of just watching. I want to see this in-person." She turned toward the doorway. "You two coming with?"

The remaining two hesitated. Milo's moans sounded from the computer, filling the silence.

After a moment's contemplation, Amelia stood by Lily's side. "I can't miss this," she said. "It's an opportunity of a lifetime to see Milo humiliated."

Steph stared for a moment, then nodded. She walked to Lily's side as well. "I... I need to see him, too," she said.

And the trio were off, navigating the office's dark corridors.

Milo's desperate gasps sounded off of the office's walls and echoed back into his ears. Adrian's knuckles harshly grasped his shoulders. The leash laid on the floor; it was useless now. The otter needed to hold his pet down directly. His tummy slouched over Milo's back as he buried himself deep inside him, laying his full weight on his pet's back. Adrian's hot breath washed over the nape of Milo's neck.

"Good little pet," Adrian grunted. "Beg for me, slut. Let me hear how much you want your owner's cum."

Milo's chest heaved. His voice was guttural and breathy. "P-please, Adrian. Please fill me up..." With every thrust, his voice melted further into a mindless submissive groan. The tip of his tail thumped against Adrian's flank. The constant penetration made his lower half feel like a warm gooey mess.

A low growl then came from Adrian's chest. The otter's rhythm became faster and harsher, plunging himself as deeply as he could into Milo's asshole. The feeling of so fully conquering Milo, making him a submissive mindless pet, turned him on. Milo's soft fur under his palms. His supple, lithe muscles shaking under his embrace.

Adrian couldn't take it anymore. He unsheathed his claws and raked them across Milo's shoulders, leaving long red streaks along his pet's fur. Adrian then bared his fangs and bit down on Milo's shoulder, savoring his pet's musk on his lips. Milo cried out in pleasure, knowing that he was being marked by his master. Every bite and scratch mark ensured that others would know who he belonged to.

The otter's thrusts became frantic. Pressure mounted in his groin. The warmth of Milo's insides was about to send him over the edge. He needed to claim his prey. Milo's scared, needy eyes. His cute ass. Everything about him made Adrian's heart leap. The otter's cock twitched desperately inside his pet. He instinctively called Milo's name as his grip tightened.

In response, Milo clenched down on Adrian and steadily massaged the otter's cock. He pressed his ass flush against his owner's groin, squealing as Adrian's cock flared against his insides. He could feel Adrian's stomach tense against his back.

With one final push, Adrian thrust himself as deeply as he could. He clenched his jaw on his pet's shoulder, breaking Milo's skin and making him yelp. A guttural moan erupted from Adrian's maw as he filled the pup with his love.

The warmth of Adrian's cum, the force of his owner's embrace, the love he felt. It filled Milo with bliss. His arms shook. His legs gave out. His entire body convulsed involuntarily as a prostate orgasm overtook him. Waves of cum erupted from the adorable pet's cock. Milo's body was only held up by Adrian's strong arms.

"F-fuck..." Milo said, catching his breath. Adrian's member remained inside of him, draining the last of its cum. "That was amazing."

A voice then rang out from behind the two of them. "I'm sure it was, Milo. Now, could you please tell me what you're doing at work this late?"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The pair immediately snapped themselves out of their romantic haze. Adrian removed himself from Milo's ass and stood facing the mysterious voice, hands in the air. Three women stood in the doorway: a fox, a feline, and a raccoon. His mind raced. What the fuck was going on?

Adrian stuttered, "Hey, hey, hey. W-we don't mean any trouble. Um..." He struggled to think of what to say. He didn't even know these people. Who the hell would be here so late?

Milo then stood and turned toward the feline. His face contorted in horror and despair. He said, "L-Lily! And, um, the others." He covered his package with his hands, looking for his clothes, but they were halfway across the room. Dammit. This was bad. Really bad. He had to think of some way out of this.

But he quickly realized there was no escape. He'd been caught red-handed.

"L-look," Milo said. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry. I didn't think there'd be anyone in the-"

Lily raised her paw, stopping Milo in his tracks. There was silence as Lily looked up and down the boy's body.

"Uncover yourself," Lily ordered. "There's no use hiding it now."

Milo was stunned. He looked at Adrian, as if to check whether he was dreaming. Adrian's jaw simply hung open, reeling in terror.

"Wh-what?" Milo asked.

Steph and Amelia giggled. Lily sighed. She waved her paw. "Milo, we've been watching you on the security cameras. You have nothing to hide. Just take your paws off of yourself."

Milo, still in disbelief, removed his paws from his nethers. A dribble of cum leaked from the tip of his cock, trailing down his shaft. The fox couldn't bear to make eye contact with any of the three women.

Lily said, "Milo. I need you to listen very carefully. I was young like you once. And you're our best employee, hands down. I don't want to lose you." She adjusted her glasses. "So give me a reason to promote you instead of fire you. How are we going to secure the GrandCorp contract?"

"D-dude, she's your fucking boss?!" Adrian stammered. Milo ignored him, desperately trying to regain his composure. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he needed to make the most of it.

"I-I have a trade deal that would work," Milo said.

Lily replied, "So Steph said. Tell me more."

"W-well..." Milo attempted to continue, but a stream of cum erupted from his ass. It leaked down his leg, curling around his inner thigh and making its way onto the carpet. His face turned bright red. His legs shook. His cock throbbed. Steph and Amelia whispered to each other and laughed as they witnessed Milo's body quiver in humiliation.

Milo then shook his head and continued. He couldn't fuck up more than he already had.

He said, "We can trade our current properties on Authority Ave and Park Street for a joint deal on GrandCorp. These properties are much more useful to Lentigo than they are to us, so fair's fair. They get valuable property and half of a lucrative deal, we get the other half of the deal which is worth more than the properties we'd trade combined. Everyone wins. Trust me. You can look at the numbers."

Silence. Lily squinted at Milo. She asked, "You stayed after work today to think of this?"

"Y-yes," Milo replied. "But I, um, got a little sidetracked. Sorry."

A small smile flashed over Lily's face. "Well, we all make mistakes," she said. "And you did give us a viable solution." She sighed and looked away. "As much as I loathe to admit it, we rely heavily on you, Milo. Despite all... this, you're my most reliable employee."

Lily then gazed into Milo's eyes and said, "How would you like to be project manager?"

Gasps emanated from behind Lily. "N-no fair!" Amelia cried. "They literally had sex in our office! He's not fit to be a manager!"

Lily's expression became harsh. She turned to Amelia and snarled, "And without the deal Milo just proposed, our company would fire you. Or, would you rather I fire you instead?"

Amelia could only scowl and look away in response. She held no power.

The feline then turned back to Milo. She continued, "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to forget all about this little incident. So will Steph and Amelia. In return, I expect you to hide this better next time and continue to drive corporate outreach. Understood?"

Milo was dumbfounded. His legs froze. But he managed to sputter, "Y-yeah. Sure."

"Good," Lily replied. She then turned to Amelia and Steph. "Then let's go, girls. We have nothing more to do here."

Lily then left the office, entering the darkness of the corridor. Amelia and Steph remained in the doorway, staring at Milo's nude body.

Amelia frowned. She said, "I'll still outpace you, Milo. Even if you beat me now, I'll come out on top." And she followed Lily out of the door.

Steph remained for only a moment more. "I-I think you're super cute like that, Milo. Wouldn't mind seeing it more often," she said, and filed out in tow.

Milo and Adrian then stood alone again in the empty office. The air was still. The fax machine hummed. The pair were awestruck.

"...So, do you wanna eat now?" Adrian asked.

Milo responded, "Y-yeah."

Adrian then took Milo in his arms and hugged him tight. They remained still in each others' arms.

"Congratulations on the promotion, by the way," Adrian whispered. And they were quiet again.