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I occasionally run a livestream where I choose people watching at random and write them a spontaneous flash fiction story based on their characters and prompt.

Bearly Confident

By Danath

danath.sofurry.com

Characters © Ursasoul

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Aleksandra watched as Mr. Fredericks walked past her desk. She was up for a promotion, so whenever he walked by she tried to smile. Just be confident, her boyfriend told her. Mr. Fredericks glanced her way. He was the living embodiment of ancient. Stuffy, blunt, and lacking any compassion, he was the last of a dying breed of managers. Women found it difficult to get promotions from him.

"Good morning, sir," Aleksandra said. The brown bear smiled, though she wondered whether she was seeming too forward. What if he thought she was flirting? What if she couldn't stop smiling? Was this already awkward?

As more panicked questions arose in Aleksandra's mind, the crotchety old badger nodded curtly. "Morning."

He kept moving, not breaking stride, as Aleksandra grinned after him. Only after he turned the corner did she relax her face into a look of chagrin.

"Stupid," she growled under her breath.

Aleksandra was tall, as most bears were. She was a little chubby around the middle, though she worked hard to try to stay in shape. Well, she told herself she worked hard, anyways. She was intimidated easily at the gym and didn't enjoy going. Her shyness didn't help either. Running around in a gym in shorts and a sports bra? Who could do that?

She sighed and turned back to her computer screen. She was doing barely more than secretarial work at this point, though she was qualified for much more. She wanted this promotion, but she couldn't figure out how to earn it. Mr. Fredericks barely knew she worked here.

Aleksandra tugged her white blouse snug and straightened up in her seat. She would work harder. That's how she'd impress him.

And work she did, right up until lunch. She was supposed to meet her boyfriend at a nearby restaurant. Aleksandra went there alone most days, so she was happy when he'd offered to meet her.

The diner was small, but clean, and had reasonable prices. Aleksandra smiled at the cashier, who knew her, and then looked around for her boyfriend. He wasn't hard to spot. The black and tan stallion was an inch or two taller than Aleksandra. They made quite the pair when they went out.

"Hi, Cory!"

The stallion snorted. "Hey. How's work?"

Aleksandra knew he was just asking to be polite. Cory was standoff-ish towards her, but he'd always been nice enough, and it was so hard finding guys willing to date someone her size. She figured he had the same problem.

"Oh, it's fine. You?"

Cory shrugged. He worked as a trainer at the gym where Aleksandra failed to go most days. That's where they'd met. He caught her using a machine the wrong way and corrected her. Not very romantic, but she could still remember the right way to do leg curls now.

"It's okay."

They ate in silence. Cory had an intimidating presence. Most people felt as though they maybe shouldn't talk to him until spoken to, and Aleksandra was no exception. The bulky, muscular horse ate quickly and stood to leave before Aleksandra had finished her own meal.

"I'm gonna take off. See you later."

"Okay... see you later."

Aleksandra wondered if things would go better if they moved in together. Maybe if she was around him more often they'd be more affectionate. She sighed, finished eating, and stood to go to the register to pay.

"Hey, Aleks," the cashier said. The short skunk had worked at the diner for so many years that most people thought it had been built around her. "Your boyfriend said you're paying for his meal?"

Aleksandra rolled her eyes. So romantic. "Yes, I've got it. Thanks, Myrtle."

Myrtle's gray muzzle twitched. "Not much of a gentleman, that boyfriend of yours?"

The brown bear shrugged, causing her blouse to wrinkle. "I guess not," she said, brushing her long bangs from her eyes. "But, you know. It's fine."

Myrtle's snout wrinkled as much as Aleksandra's shirt had. Without warning, she raised her voice. "Lonny!"

A younger skunk, around thirty years old, popped his head from around the corner. A white paper kitchen cap sat on top of his head, between his black ears.

Myrtle ignored him. "You come back for dinner tonight," she said, patting Aleksandra's much larger paw. "Lonny's gonna cook you up a special meal. Make you feel better."

"Uh... sure. Thanks, Myrtle!"

Aleksandra smiled as she left the diner. Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Back in the diner, Myrtle turned towards Lonny, who grinned as he listened to her plan.

"We're not out of the special steak, right?"

* * *

The day didn't turn out that great. Aleksandra found herself swamped with incoming projects. A suave leopard named Chet was dumping everything on her. She knew, because he flat out told her when she mustered up the courage to approach him.

"Look, sweetheart," he'd said, as he leaned against her filing cabinet. "I got big plans this weekend. You don't have anything happening. We both know that, so don't lie. Besides, this is your chance to impress the boss, am I right? Okay, good talk. Later."

And just like that, he'd disappeared, leaving her with more work than she could possibly get done even if she worked straight through the weekend.

A gray-furred, wrinkled, and thoroughly displeased face made an appearance a while later, just before quitting time.

"Chet said you're helping him out while he attends the training conferences," Mr. Fredericks said. "Good. I need it done by Monday."

Aleksandra's mouth hung open. Training conferences? Chet was going to Atlantic City with his girlfriend. He'd spent twenty minutes boasting about it that morning. She wanted to say something, but instead, said, "Get what done, sir?"

"All of it. And no mistakes!"

Fredericks disappeared even more quickly than Chet had, leaving Aleksandra alone with a pile of work and a rumbling stomach. A small spark of rebellion flared up inside her as she remembered Myrtle's offer at lunch. Well, Fredericks hadn't said she couldn't eat, had he? She stood up and stomped out of the office at precisely 5 o'clock, joining the rest of the people streaming out of the building.

The diner was mostly empty when she arrived. That wasn't unusual - most of their business was serving breakfast and lunch. Myrtle waved her to a booth near the kitchen when she arrived, but didn't say anything. Almost as soon as she sat down, Lonny, not the usual waiter, arrived carrying a large tray with several plates.

Aleksandra's nostrils flared as she smelled the food. It looked even better and her mouth watered.

"Compliments of the house," Lonny said, taking a theatrical bow as he backed away.

"Lonny! Quit acting the fool and get back to work!" Myrtle barked. She hadn't even looked up from the register.

Aleksandra shrugged. This wasn't what she expected, but she wasn't about to turn it down, either. There was a massive steak on one plate, potatoes with gravy and bread with butter on another, and sautéed vegetables with various other side dishes on the third. Everything looked much better than the normal, typical diner fare she ate at the restaurant. With relish, she tucked in. The steak was sweet and succulent - no need for sauce. Juice ran down her thick lower lip, which she daintily blotted away with a napkin. The vegetables were perfectly cooked. The gravy was rich and creamy, matching the hand-mashed garlic potatoes. It was like Lonny had reached into her head, pulled out the perfect meal, and served it up to her on a silver platter. Well, the platter had been plastic, anyways.

Aleksandra ate another bite, and another. She closed her eyes, savoring the intense flavors, and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she pulled the steak apart with her fork and knife. She cut larger pieces, enjoying the thickness of the steak, and more juice ran over her lip. She ignored it as she grasped the glass of milk Lonny had brought and drank deeply. Gravy splattered across her plate as she noisily chewed, thoroughly enjoying herself.

When she finished the huge supper, leaving only a few drops of gravy remaining on one plate, she leaned back in the booth, both arms spread wide across the back of the seat. A loud belch echoed from her muzzle. Normally doing something like that would have mortified her, but tonight, she didn't care. That meal was too good not to burp after.

Lonny's head appeared from around the corner. "You're welcome!"

Aleksandra grinned. The brown bear patted her belly and licked her lips, smacked them together, then stood up. She grabbed her purse and pulled her pocketbook from it.

"How much do I owe you, Myrtle?" she asked once she was in front of the register.

The old skunk cackled. "Nothin'! Nothin'! You just go have fun now." She walked away from the register, still laughing.

Aleksandra shrugged and turned to go. She glanced down at her purse as she walked through the doors. It was a cute little pink handbag. She hadn't liked it much, but a coworker had given it to her for the office Secret Santa the year previous. Scowling, she tucked her pocketbook into her back pocket and tossed the handbag, along with the assortment of half-used makeup and other toiletries, into the garbage can in front of the outside door. With a jaunty whistle, she headed for her car and turned onto the road back to the office.

The brown bear drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of her car, thinking about work. Pretty bad situation you got yourself in, she told herself. Be more confident. Yeah, that didn't work.

The lights and noise of one of the few bars in the area caught her attention as she drove by. It was a nice place. She'd been in there once or twice for work parties, being as it was near the office building. On a whim, she decided to go there again. Work could wait until she'd relaxed a little. One beer wouldn't kill her productivity. Aleksandra grinned as she stepped out of her car and strode purposefully through the doors of the club.

Inside was dark and smoky. The atmosphere was decidedly different than that of a cheerful office party. People here were here to drink. Aleksandra fit right in. The tall brown bear strode up to the bar, shoulders square and broad, carefully parted hair framing her large muzzle and eyes.

"Help you?" the bartender asked.

"Shot of whiskey and a beer."

Aleksandra paused. Had she just said that? That's not what she ordered. She always drank fruity mixed drinks. They helped her fit in with the other women at the office. Had she ever had whiskey before?

The bartender was already back with the shot and mug of beer by the time she finished thinking about it.

"Start a tab," she said, tossing him a credit card.

A tab? Was she crazy? Aleksandra wondered what was getting into her. She had to get that work done. A shot and a beer was too much already if she wanted to get a head start on Saturday morning. Well... but what was the harm starting Saturday morning, anyways? Didn't she deserve a little time off too?

Her resolve strengthened. Aleksandra leaned over the bar, resting on her elbows, hips sticking out behind her. She grinned at the watching bartender as she slammed back the whiskey, chugged the beer, and banged the mug back onto the wooden countertop.

"One more." Aleksandra grinned as the rush of alcohol emboldened her further. "And one of those."

The bartender's eyebrow lifted as she pointed at the small humidor set into the back counter. The cigars available weren't of the highest quality, but would satisfy bosses and managers looking to show off to each other as they drank together after work.

Whiskey, beer, cigar. Aleksandra knew she only needed one more thing to get the night started right. "Matches?"

"Here you go, lady."

Thirty minutes later, Aleksandra's nose slowly rose from above a hand of cards. Her teeth ground down on the large cigar stuck in her muzzle. Clouds of sweet smoke billowed around her face as she stared down the canine sitting across from her. He was nervous... ears back, fingers wiggling... his eyes darted from his chips to the middle of the table to the brown bear sitting across from him. A small crowd gathered to witness the moment, all of them male, none of them speaking.

Aleksandra's muzzle spread open in a smile, cigar still tucked firmly between her back molars. "Call."

Forty-five minutes after that, with a few hundred extra dollars in her pocket, Aleksandra found herself in an arm-wrestling competition with a polar bear, a beefy otter, and a mountain lion.

"Double or nothing!" the mountain lion exclaimed as Aleksandra collected her winnings.

"Sorry, boys, I can't stand around taking your money all night!" she said, laughing loudly and slapping them on their backs. "You look me up the next time you're here, though."

Fifteen minutes later, she wandered into the men's room by mistake. She laughed it off as she turned, beer in one hand, cigar in the other, and kicked open the door to the ladies' room. After using the facilities - beer and cigar still in hand - she took a moment to wash her large paws. The sight of herself in the mirror was different, though. Not just the thick cigar still stuck in the back corner of her muzzle. Or the slightly bloodshot eyes. She patted her stomach. It wasn't soft anymore. She had what felt like a washboard under all that fur. A puff of smoke floated above her head as she lifted both arms, curling them in. Her biceps nearly tore the short sleeves of her blouse.

The strange thing was it didn't really bother her. She looked good and she knew it... right? For a moment, she wondered whether this behavior really was normal. She had never arm wrestled anyone before. Certainly not three males as large as her in a row. And when had she learned to play poker?

The moment didn't last long. Her confident smirk returned. The cigar traveled, as though of its own accord, from one corner of her large muzzle to the other. A healthy belch echoed in the small bathroom just as the door opened.

A trim and proper ocelot stood in the doorway, glaring at her.

"How rude!"

"Ah, blow it out your ass, lady."

Aleksandra laughed as she pushed past the uptight herbivore back into the bar. People got too worked up about the little things. Another drink and she fumbled for her phone.

"Cory!"

The voice on the other end didn't sound as enthusiastic as Aleksandra. "Yes?"

"I need a ride, babe. Can you come pick me up?"

There was a pause, then a sigh. "Fine. Where?"

Aleksandra gave him the address, promised him a dance, and had another drink before he arrived. She grinned at him as she got into his car.

"What, you're drunk?" he asked. "And smoking? You can't smoke in my car!"

"First, I'm not drunk. Well, not really drunk," she said with a guffaw. "And second, roll down the window and quit being such a baby." Clouds of cigar smoke blasted into Cory's face.

For a moment, he looked angry, as though he were about to say something. Aleksandra leaned back in the chair and stretched her arms over her head, which caused her blouse to pull tight against her ample chest. The stallion grinned as he put the car into gear. "Whatever you say."

Aleksandra shifted in her seat during the drive. Something tingled and itched like mad under her slacks. She scratched herself lazily with one hand and reached across to Cory, casually rubbing his chest and belly with her other.

"Um... do you mind? I'm driving," Cory said, his voice indignant.

Aleksandra rolled her eyes and dropped her paw down to his lap. The stallion stiffened and the car accelerated as she gave his sheath a few good squeezes through his jeans.

"You look real good tonight, you know that?" she said, leaning her head in close. She licked up the side of his neck slowly and was rewarded with another burst of acceleration.

Aleksandra grunted as she got out of the car and tossed her cigar butt away. She pulled a fresh stogie from the front pocket of her shirt, nipped off the tip, and lit it as Cory watched. The horse headed up the sidewalk to open the door to his house after she got it lit and took a few puffs. When Aleksandra followed him, though, he stopped.

"Look, the car is one thing. You can't smoke in my house."

Aleksandra rolled her eyes, then leaned over and stuck her finger into Cory's chest.

"I'll smoke what I want, where I want," she growled. "Now get that cute ass of yours inside."

Again, a look of momentary anger flashed across Cory's face, but it was quickly replaced with a more conciliatory tone.

"I'm... sorry. It's just, the smell will be hard to get out and..."

Another warning growl silenced him. He turned and scurried inside, encouraged by a firm swat to the rump by the muscular brown bear. He'd barely gotten past the entryway when she grabbed him with one paw and pushed his back to the wall. She held her cigar in a free hand and pressed up against him, squeezing him into the plaster. Her tongue invaded his muzzle and he felt her paw slide up his side, caressing his rump.

Cory was used to taking the lead when it came to dancing. He wasn't sure how to react when a female took the lead with him. He didn't really have much of an option at the moment, though, with the powerful brown bear's tongue trying to push down his throat and thick fingers curling under his tail. He snorted through his nostrils as his package fleshed out. He couldn't deny he was getting a little excited at this new behavior from his girlfriend. He didn't mind being bossed about so much.

The horse thought maybe he did mind when her paw smacked his rump a few times. Aleksandra stood up, breaking the kiss, and squeezed his crotch once more, finding his erection.

"Heh. Cute. Go get me a drink, huh? You got rum and coke?"

Cory gasped as her fingers squeezed his maleness. He nodded, eyes wide. "Uh... yeah. I'll go get that for you."

"Thanks, babe. And lose the pants when you get back!" she called after him as he headed down the hallway to the kitchen. "I want to see that ass of yours!"

She laughed and walked into the living room, clamping the cigar between her lips once more. She sprawled across the couch, legs spread, and reached down to scratch the tingle between her thighs. What she felt was far more than a tingle. Outlined against her tight slacks was a meaty sheath and a pair of large nuts. Her reaction was muted, at first. She just scratched her balls. But after a moment, when the reality of what she was seeing sunk in, her eyes got wide. Then, after she pulled on the waist of her pants, looking down over her hard belly, they got wider. She was packing some serious stuff down there.

Aleksandra's emotional journey of acceptance of her new physical attributes was both remarkable and brief. Remarkable for the fact she was biologically female with a working male shaft, and brief in that she immediately began to think about all the people she could use it on... starting with her hot, beefy boyfriend.

Speaking of Cory, the stallion walked into the room sans pants. A t-shirt hung over his hips, though it did little to hide the erection sticking out of the waistband of his underwear. He handed Aleksandra her drink as his eyes traveled over her body. He froze when he saw the new bulges in her slacks.

"What... what's that?" he asked, pointing at her hips. His long mane hung around his shoulders as he leaned over, nostrils flaring. "That has not always been there. I would have noticed."

Aleksandra waited until his face was just a half foot from her crotch before thrusting her hips towards the stallion, bumping the meaty sheath against his nose.

"Ha!" she said, laughing as he recoiled. "Does it matter? C'mon, hot stuff, do a little twirl for me." She raised her paw, index finger pointing down, and moved it in a circle.

Cory's cheeks flushed. His emotional journey to acceptance was also surprisingly brief. He did as Aleksandra said. It was hard not to do what the confident, muscular brown bear wanted. He knew that what Aleksandra wanted, Aleksandra got.

A big paw reached out and smacked Cory's firm rump. The horse whinnied with surprise and jumped away. Aleksandra laughed and reached out, grasping his shirt and tugging him towards her. The bulge in her slacks thickened considerably over the next few minutes as they kissed. Cory straddled Aleksandra's hips, both hands cupping the big bear's breasts, still firmly squeezed by her blouse. One of Aleksandra's paws held onto her stogie, from which she occasionally puffed when Cory abandoned their kiss to smooch his way down her chest, which she found adorable. The other paw kept a tight grip on Cory's rear end, pushing him down against her bulging slacks. He would moan and make cute little noises as she thrust up against him, making him feel the size of her growing maleness.

"Time to see how well this thing works," Aleksandra said, her voice gruff and growly. Impatiently, she pushed Cory further down the couch and pulled open her slacks. A heavy slab of bear meat popped out and drooped over, towards Cory. The tip jerked upwards slightly before Aleksandra's paw wrapped around the base.

"Time to go to work," she said, waving the tip at him. Cory gulped, eyes wide still, but unable to deny the impulse he felt as his muzzle lowered. His cock was rock hard and he could still feel her claws scraping his rump. She was so in control... so dominant... so masculine. She growled with pleasure as his long, broad tongue slathered the tip of her new shaft.

"That's it... good boy," she murmured, which made Cory's cheeks burn anew. His head bobbed up and down slowly, until both of Aleksandra's paws came to rest above his neck, fingers curling into his long black mane. He took a deep breath a moment before her hips drove upwards and her paws pulled him down.

Again and again she pumped into his muzzle. He closed his eyes, snatched a breath when he could, and gripped her tree-like thighs as she manhandled his muzzle. A mixture of saliva and pre-cum bubbled around his lips as he slurped and sucked his way up and down the thick male length. She was bigger than he was by a few inches, which curiously only made Cory feel even more like a... like a...

The realization made his cock jerk a long strand of seed along the couch cushion underneath his kneeling body. He felt like a slut. And he was loving it. Aleksandra's powerful paws maneuvered him exactly where she wanted him as she pumped her hips into his muzzle, crashing the tip into the back of his throat.

Eventually, she relented. Cory pulled off with a gasp. Cum and saliva rolled down his chin and neck as the brown bear's contented growls echoed through the room. He fell backwards, jaw aching, and spread his legs, his own hard shaft flopped across his lower belly.

Smooth pads gripped his thighs, then slid upwards, over his belly. He moaned as they moved back down, under thighs. Aleksandra's heavy body leaned forward as she spread her boyfriend like a stick of butter across the couch. Her meaty shaft drooled onto his belly as she grinned down at him, smoking cigar still in muzzle.

"I guess being confident really worked!" she said, chortling, as her hips pulled back, lining her tip up with Cory's virgin tail hole. The stallion's chest heaved, his hooves kicked in the air, and Aleksandra's grip on his hips tightened after she put his legs on her shoulders. With one smooth, solid, powerful thrust, she hilted the stallion in one go. Her dripping, messy, saliva-coated cock had all the lubrication necessary as the muscular and beefy stallion writhed in her grasp, making small moans and gasps of pleasure. Aleksandra's beefy body leaned further forward, pinning him down, pushing his knees into his chest, as her hips pulled back and dropped down again.

Cory's head tipped back, exposing his neck. Aleksandra's large tongue swathed his Adam's apple as her hips pounded at his rump. This wasn't "making love." Aleksandra didn't ever "make love." This was fucking. She wanted to get off and Cory's tight little tail hole was the perfect place to do it. He squealed beneath her as her heavy breasts dangled above his face. One popped free of her blouse as her claws scraped down his sides. Fist-sized testicles bounced against the stallion's smooth, supple skin.

"Unnnnhhhh! I see what you like about this now!" she gasped. Her thickness spread Cory open wide, filling him more than he would have thought possible, over and over again, until finally, twenty or even thirty minutes later, he felt her paws grow tight.

Her growls and moans and hot, heavy breathing washed over his face. Flecks of drool rained down on his chest. Her teeth grazed his neck, his shoulder, biting and nipping him, making sure he knew who was in charge. The brown bear's muscular belly contracted as she pumped in hard and held herself there. Her backside curled and her head tipped back as she came inside her boyfriend, flooding his guts with serious quantities of ursine cum. Her body rippled with powerful muscles, making her appear beefier, but with her chest, now a cup size or two larger, and firm rump, she maintained a strictly feminine outer appearance. The cropped bangs and dyed hair didn't hurt the feminine look, which made the massive length jutting from her hips into her boyfriend's quivering rump all the more incongruous.

Not that Cory cared how strange it was at the moment. He couldn't stop moaning as she pumped inot him, filling him over and over. Her paws raked his chest and belly roughly, pinching his nipples firmly or smacking his thighs, making him cry out. Cory's head tipped back as well, hanging over the edge of the couch. His cock jerked, slapping against his belly, spurting small shots of pre-cum every time it hit his six-pack. Aleksandra's hips ground forward, moving her cock inside him in small circles as she came. That was enough to make Cory orgasm without ever touching himself. His cock shot ropes of cum across his mottled black and white chest, leaving streaks of seed. The brown bear sighed, hips still pushed forward, and leaned down to smooch Cory's cheek.

"A few more of those and I'll be spent," she said. A cloud of cigar smoke blew around Cory's face, making his eyes water. She tapped on the cigar, causing some ash to fall onto Cory's chest. Flopping onto the couch, she slouched down, spread her legs, and reached down with one paw to firmly massage her swollen brown nuts. "Hey, don't just lay around bein' lazy. Go get me a beer."

Cory's head swam, his eyes watered, and his tail hole burned. He felt Aleksandra's paw shove his lower back, pushing him off the couch onto the floor. He looked up at her, humiliated, dominated, but unable to help himself, loving every moment of it. She grinned down at him and blew another cloud of cigar smoke into his face.

"Hurry up and get me that beer and I'll let you suck on it," she said, moving her paw to grip the base of her semi-hard shaft.

It drooped over her paw, pulsing slightly, dripping a wad of cum every few seconds. Cory stared at the thick member, transfixed at the sight of the thing. That had been inside of him, after all. It was so massive... so beautiful... Cory nodded and stood, pulling off his clothes and kicking away his pants as he hopped into the kitchen.

Aleksandra leaned back on the couch, found the remote, and tuned in to the local team's hockey game. Her cock twitched as a warm tongue slid down the underside. Cory's black and white-skinned fingers appeared, handing her the beer. The stallion was already nuzzling her cock as she cracked open the can and drank deeply, all with both eyes locked on the game, completely ignoring the moaning stallion kneeling between her legs.

* * *

The next Monday at the office, Mr. Fredericks stormed over to Aleksandra's cubicle.

"You! What's-your-name! Where are those reports?" he demanded.

Aleksandra didn't turn around in her chair. She remained facing the computer, but used a large paw to toss a bundle of papers over her shoulder. Mr. Fredericks caught them with a frown on his face. Employees being so disrespectful? The nerve!

He was about to say something when Aleksandra spoke up.

"Listen, boss. I've got work to do. I had Chet do his own reports - he was slacking, but I took care of it for you. You need something else, let me know."

Mr. Fredericks gaped at the back of her head, turned on a heel, and stomped back to his own office. Halfway there, though, his scowl turned into a grin. Maybe that... what was her name? Aleksandra. Maybe she had some potential after all. She reminded him of himself, when he was younger. Heh. She was up for a promotion, wasn't she? He disappeared into his office, thinking hard about a certain brown bear's future.

Back in her cubicle, Aleksandra pushed her seat back from the computer a few inches. A long gag and slurp, followed by several deep gasps for air, echoed up from under the desk. A yellow and black-furred jaw poked out to the side of Aleksandra's thick, dripping erection.

The brown bear grinned down at the watery-eyed leopard.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "This was your idea, remember? You asked me if I wanted to have a fun time in the office when I first started? Well, I do!"

Chet's face turned into a scowl as he stared at her massive length, but the wet spot on the front of his khaki pants told a different story. The leopard couldn't help himself as he'd crawled under her desk, just as she'd told him, and he definitely couldn't resist when that fat, thick, swollen tip bubbling with clear pre-cum pressed against his lips. So he'd opened wide... just like she told him. The musk... the taste... Chet couldn't stop even if he'd wanted to, and he knew it. He was, in a word, whipped.

"Oh, and good job on holding your breath and not making any noise while Fredericks was here," Aleksandra continued. She cocked her head to the side and held a paw up to her ear as the unlit stub of a cigar twitched between her lips. "What's that? I think I hear Mr. Fredericks again. Open wide, Chet!"

The leopard's jaw stretched as Aleksandra reached down, grasped the back of his head, and impaled his muzzle and throat on her length, pulling him up until his lips stretched around her shaft about three-quarters of the way to the base.

The brown bear's tight suit jacket barely held in her broad shoulders as she grinned down at the helpless leopard. He glared at her over the hem of her skirt, which rode up over his mouth as she tugged him onto her shaft. He could barely see her face over the swell of her breasts. Pre-cum ran from his nostrils as his bulging throat systematically swallowed on the huge thickness plugging him up.

"I think a few more weeks of these fun office encounters and you'll be ready for the whole thing," she said. "Of course, if you ever try to pawn your work off on me again, it'll be the other end that gets it. You might enjoy it, though... just ask my boyfriend!"

Chet's eyes watered as she used one paw to work his muzzle over her cock and the other to click around on her computer. Confidence, she decided, really was the key. That, and the ability to turn arrogant males into her moaning play toys with the power of a massive cock. As if to prove that point, her paw lifted. Chet could have pulled off, but instead, the leopard's paws dove into his own pants and he shoved himself hard over the length, gagging anew on the thickness spreading open his throat.

Aleksandra grinned as the stogie in her muzzle shifted to the front of her lips. A box of matches appeared in her paw and she lit the cigar, then leaned back, paws behind her head, sending clouds of sweet scented smoke wafting above the walls of her cubicle. The "No Smoking" signs were really just suggestions, after all. Life was good, she thought, as her pulsing cock went off, dumping load after load of hot ursine seed into the feline's belly. The cigar trembled as she reached down and forced the cat down harder, making him swallow all of it. Yes, life was good, now that she had confidence.

She'd have to remember to tip Myrtle really well the next time she went to the diner.

The end.