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After-Dark Office Antics for Heru by Draconicon

Mike sighed as he smacked the side of his computer for the third time that hour, shaking his head as it had the same effect as all the other times. None. The strange spiral was still spinning in the background of his work documents, and nothing he did seemed to get rid of it.

"Damn it...if it weren't for this freaking thing, I'd have been out of here an hour ago."

At least his boss was understanding enough. The otter looked away from the computer to glance over at the main office, where the doors were closed and the blinds were down. A slight flicker of the blinds told him that the boss had been looking out, and had probably pulled away just as he'd looked up. He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked back at the computer.

The boss wasn't a bad guy. Yeah, Mr. Davies was more than a bit...flamboyant...but that didn't mean that the tiger made for a bad boss. It just meant that he and the rest of the work force had to deal with a bit more proposals than he really wanted to. He tried to take it well, but...it was weird.

He shook his head as the spiral seemed to darken. It was just his imagination, he thought, but it was a little more distracting. As were the thoughts of his boss, if he really got down to it; thinking back to the tiger now, he couldn't help but think that there should be someone making that big tiger happier. With all that pent up need, Mr. Davies should be getting someone to take care of it.

The otter groaned, reaching up and rubbing his forehead as the spiral suddenly almost took over the entire screen. He was getting a headache dealing with this. First thing in the morning, he was getting the IT guys to look at this damn thing.

When he looked at it again, the spiral had faded down once more. Still noticeable, but not quite as bad. Mike took a deep breath and got back to typing, letting his mind wander out of boredom.

Once again, it slipped back to Mr. Davies, and he wondered what the tiger looked like under the office suit that he always wore. Probably pretty good, he supposed; it certainly wasn't looks that kept the tiger from getting a date. Hell, if he wasn't straight, he would have thought about going out with the guy. If only for a chance at that ass.

"Heh, what am I saying? That's ridiculous."

Then again, it was a rather nice ass. He'd never thought about it before, but as his mind wandered to keep from paying so much attention to that spiral, it ended up settling on that ass. Hard and tight enough to make the feline's slacks get a lot tighter as well. Probably could squeeze nuts between those cheeks.

Or empty them, he thought before he blushed.

"Man...I must be a bit harder up for some fun than I thought."

It was weird. Normally he wasn't anywhere near this easily excitable, but something about the long day must have made him need some play more than usual. The spiral wasn't helping, either. The longer he looked at it, the more he found himself spacing out and thinking of the tiger, thinking of his boss and how much fun he might be. So much fun that it might not matter that he was straight. So much that -

"Hey, Mike. How's the work coming?"

The otter nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden reminder that he wasn't alone. Scooting into his desk a bit more to hide the developing erection in his pants, he turned to look over his shoulder.

"Hello, Mr. Davies. Sorry, just startled me."

"That's fine. How's it going?"

"Slow. This computer's acting up; gonna need IT to take a look at it in the morning."

"Can I take a look?"

"Be my guest."

Mike backed up from the computer, and let the tiger lean in. His boss had to see the weird spiral, but if anything, he only looked amused.

"Heh, nothing to worry about there. But I'll talk with the techs later. For now, I think you're probably eager to get out of here, huh?'

"You have no idea."

"Sure, sure. But before you go, how about you come back to my office? I had one more project I wanted to discuss with you."

"Oh?"

Mike stood up, following the tiger as they walked toward his office. The feline opened the door, but it wasn't until he felt one of Mr. Davies big paws against his rump that he realized just what sort of project the big cat had in mind. The otter turned with a smile, his rudder tail sweeping slightly off to the side.

"Just what sort of role did you have in mind for this...project?"

It hadn't taken long for Mike to end up under the boss' desk, his mouth open wide and dealing with the tiger's cock. He moaned as he sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth and bobbing his head as quickly as he could. Above him, he could hear the steady typing of the tiger's hands on a keyboard, surprisingly regular rather than the stuttery typing that he imagined most people would do if they were getting their cock sucked while they worked.

Still, he tried to trip up his boss every now and then. The otter would pause with his lips locked around the head of the tiger's cock, sucking harder than usual. He would suddenly dart to the base, sucking the shaft deep into his throat as hard as he could. He would even occasionally use just the slightest point of his teeth to give a little extra stimulation.

Nothing did anything to shake up the tiger's concentration. Mike wasn't sure if he was impressed or annoyed at that.

Nevertheless, he continued to service Mr. Davies, enjoying the game, particularly when the otter reached down and rubbed his head in reward. It was a nice acknowledgement of what he was doing, despite the pre running down his throat doing the same thing. The otter moaned every now and then, enjoying the feeling of the cock in his mouth.

Why haven't I done this before? It's much more fun than office work, he thought as he placed his hands on the tiger's thighs, parting them a bit as he pulled off of the shaft, going down to the balls. Maybe we can work out a deal; I bet Mr. Davies would love having someone down here more often.

As he pressed his lips and tongue against the tiger's balls, he couldn't help but get a powerful whiff of the musk down there as well. His boss must have been pretty pent up, considering how musky it smelled. Like pre that had been oozing for most of the day, collecting in the underwear, with the stain right over the crotch. He huffed it up like an addicted snorting a line of coke, panting all the while.

That hand pressed against his head again, gently grinding him into those furry orbs, even as the tiger's legs spread further. Mr. Davies chuckled.

"Look at you, so eager to give this project your all. Have you been waiting to do this for long, Mike?"

"I...I dunno. It's just so fun."

"You know what would be even more fun?"

"What?"

"Playing with my ass."

Mike grinned; he'd been hoping that he'd get permission for that, but he hadn't wanted to ask. His smile got even bigger as the tiger leaned back in his chair, exposing his hole to the otter. That tight little pucker looked so good, and as he leaned in, he snorted up a scent of sweat and bitter, hot musk, different from anywhere else.

It drew his tongue out almost immediately, and he moaned as he rimmed the tiger. Every lick brought a strange heat to his mouth, as well as the simple taste of fur, flesh and sweat. He panted as he licked, his cock getting harder in his pants as he moaned. The tiger above him did the same, groaning and stroking himself as he got licked.

The otter kept up the licking for almost five minutes before that big hand pressed down on his head again, stopping him in his tracks. Mike had to be pulled away before he stopped, and looked up at the grinning tiger.

"That's it. Get up, big guy. You're going to get to fuck me today."

"I - really?"

"I've been wanting a good ass licker and ass fucker for a while; you're doing good so far, so don't mess it up now."

As Mr. Davies scooted his chair back, Mike pulled himself out from under the desk and stood up with a grin. By the time that he had his pants down and his cock in hand, the tiger was grinning and spreading his legs. His knees were over the arms of the chair, and his hole was completely exposed. The tiger patted his ass a few times.

"Come and get it, Mike. I want you to give that to me good."

"Heh, yessir."

The otter grinned. He'd never fucked someone's ass before, but if it would make Mr. Davies feel good, he'd do anything. Stepping forward, he pressed his cock to the spit-slick hole, and slowly pushed forward. His cock wasn't as long as the tiger's, nor as thick, but Mr. Davies was tight enough to make that a non-issue. Mike moaned as he slowly slipped inside, and he saw that the tiger's toes were curling in his boss' pleasure as well.

As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and slammed in again, and again. The office chair squeaked beneath the tiger, and Mr. Davies growled and moaned as loudly as he did. Mike's tail went up, the great big rudder lying over the boss' desk as he stood on tiptoe and kept fucking the tiger.

"Fuck yes, that's how you do it, Mike...deeper! Harder!"

Everything was a command from the tiger, and the otter was all too happy to obey. He panted, his eyes rolling back as he held onto the chair, using it to pull the tiger to and from him. Each time he slammed in, he could feel his balls drawing up further and further, and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. In and out, in and out. The tiger panted, grinning up at him.

"That's it, boy. Cum in your boss, rudder-butt!"

With a moan at the slightly insulting name, Mike slammed in one more time and came hard. He felt the boss tighten around him, drawing him further and further into his orgasm and pulling him to squirt more and more up the tiger's ass. The otter moaned through his orgasm, even as his boss' cum started splattering against his stomach.

By the time he was done, Mr. Davies had soaked him from waist to chest, and his own cock was swimming in his cum in the tiger's ass. The boss smirked, nodding to the ground.

"You got something else to do, Mike. Pull out and clean up your mess."

"Yessir."

The otter wasn't sure why he was so eager to eat his own cum out of the tiger's ass, but hey, it was better than work, right? And if it was better than work, then it was worth doing.

The End