Runner’s High by BangBear It was really hard to concentrate on anything with how fucking loud this bunny was. Nikki had been watching them go at it now, glaring at the duo past her magazine. Gordon had the bunny pinned under him and was slamming away at his ass, two fingers hooked in his mouth. He was drooling all over his hand and the mattress, kicking his legs up, and moaning like a cow in labor. It was disgusting. She tossed her magazine to the couch and got up to head towards her closet. She quickly disrobed and changed into workout clothes. She slotted her phone into her armband before heading for the elevator, seeing them once more as she passed by. Her scaly brow furrowed as the tiger dumped inside the smaller guy, his cigar clenched firm in his teeth. She watched her boss’s whole body tense up in a grotesque display of hedonism, the bunny shrieking even louder to match his partner. “I’m going for a run,” she informed as she walked by, not bothering to look at the man she was talking to. The stench of sex and excessive lube was heavy around the bed. A strained “yep,” was all she got in return. The sounds of heavy breathing and the mattress creaking was cut off by the elevator door closing shut. A shudder rattled her head down to her back as she tried to put it out of her mind. She reached for her phone and started to turn on her music, only to realize she’d forgotten her headphones in her bag upstairs. “You’re fucking kidding me…” she grumbled to herself. She didn’t want to go back up there again, so she’d have to do without for now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nikki huffed along the pathway in the park, her feet stomping on the concrete. Her attempt to clear her mind wasn’t working too well, the lack of music to drown her thoughts out not helping the situation. She was coming towards the end of her usual route and was feeling no better now than when she decided to start. Cresting the hill, a figure came into view. Weird, usually it was just her in this secluded part of the park at this time of day. As she got closer, it became more clear who it was. It was someone she knew. It was Johnny, the jaguar who carried her up the stairs when her legs failed her, here doing his own calisthenics routine by a tree. She slowed her run to a walk, breathing hard from the hill climb. He heard her approach, turning his head towards the visitor. “Oh, hey, one sec…” he strained, holding his plank for a few more seconds. “Hah, done,” he panted, standing himself up and giving her a little wave which she returned. “Nice running into you here. Or… I guess you ran into me.” He reached down to his bag next to the yoga mat and pulled out a water bottle to drink from. “Yeah…” She found it odd that he was there, she’d never seen anyone around here before, and now him of all people? It was nice seeing a friendly face, regardless. He finished drinking and offered her the bottle, which she took after a moment of consideration. “Thanks.” “How long you been running here? I haven’t seen you around before.” “I don’t usually run on Wednesdays,” she replied. Not really an answer, but he suspected he wouldn’t get anything more than that even if he pressed. “That’s why, then.” She returned the bottle after taking a drink, looking him over. He looked great outside of his work uniform, the synthetic fibers of his workout clothes clinging tight to his well-trained form. Johnny placed his bottle back in his bag and stepped over to lean against the tree, its shade cool shade refreshing after his session. “It’s nice up here. Serene, away from everything else.” He looked out over the river in the distance, and at the forested island stranded in the middle of that. “Yeah.” He was really nice, one of the better guys on the payroll. Never made a pass at her or made any weird comments, and was quick to step in when a customer was causing trouble. Nikki walked over to join him, turning herself around and leaning back against him. He looked down with some surprise. She never really got close to him like that outside of the club’s crowd incidentally shoving her into him. “You, uh, you feeling okay?” “I never thanked you for that night.” “Wha-” He felt her push back against his crotch. Johnny tried to step away, bit he was pinned between her and the tree. “What are you… Hey, come on, stop teasing.” “I owe you.” “No, you don’t. I was just doing my job. Knock it off.” She didn’t let up, and she could feel him getting harder. “You want this.” “I don’t. I have a boyfriend, you know that.” She pushed back more, and leaning forward now with her hands on her knees for balance. She wiggled herself side to side against his hips. This was bad, and he knew she could feel his shaft reacting. “I won’t tell anyone.” He looked around. There was no one in sight, but still… “Nikki…” She reached a hand back and hooked under the elastic of her pants, pulling them down to reveal herself to him. He’d seen her in various states of undress plenty of times now, it was just a fact of their employment. But this… something was different this time. Now her nudity was directed at him, it wasn’t simply happenstance. Her hand moved to his waistband and started tugging down steadily. There was resistance on it, but only from the fact that it was getting caught on his stiffening cock. He didn’t move an inch to actually stop her. As she pulled more, it sprung up free from the confines of his sweatpants and landed between her cheeks. “Nikki we can’t…” Johnny could easily push her away, but that might end even worse. If she got hurt, or she told Gordon he’d done something to her, well... “Let me do it.” She grabbed his shaft and guided it downwards, quickly finding her asshole and prodding his tip against it. “Wait!” It was far too late. She pushed herself back, and he was forced inside her. His heart sank. It was real now. “Haah, shit, shit shit…” He was breathing fast and looking around. Still no one in sight. His hips thrust forward without him intending them to, delving deeper into his coworker’s ass. His hand instinctively came down to rest on her hip. “Stop, let me do it. It’s not cheating if I’m doing the work.” Johnny caught himself and focused on holding himself back. His arms reached behind him and held onto the tree as if tying himself to a post. The crocodile rode him silently, occasionally looking back to try and gauge how close he was. His face was strained and unflinching, and his eyes were closed. Strange. She wasn’t exactly sure what reaction she was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Whatever, she thought, and continued working his rod. At least he felt pretty nice inside her. He couldn’t shake the thought of if his boyfriend found out. Maybe he’d understand? After all, he never said yes to this. He wasn’t in a position to even say no. He was torn. On one hand, he wanted to cum quickly it’d be over. On the other hand, he didn’t want to cum inside her at all. His physiology was making that decision for him. His heart raced and he snapped back to attention. “Nikki you have to stop, right now.” “You’re close? That’s fine. I’m not gonna judge you. It’s your reward.” “Shut up. I… oh, fuck I…!” His claws bit into the bark of the tree and he grit his teeth. His face contorted from the orgasm he never asked for, losing the battle against his own body to resist her efforts. He was ashamed that he took any pleasure from this. He was ashamed that his hips betrayed him and thrust forward into her again. He was ashamed when he felt his shaft pumping what was reserved for his love inside someone else. Nikki felt him loading her up, keeping herself nailed to him until she felt the pulsing die down into nothing, hearing just his heavy breathing. He was quiet otherwise. The crocodile pulled herself off of him once she was sure he was done, a splatter of cum falling on the ground with some staining the rim of her dark shorts before she pulled them up back over herself. She turned and looked at him as she fixed her clothes. He was still clinging to the tree and breathing hard, claw marks deep in the wood. She gave him a little confused look before stepping forward and squatting down in front of him. She was about to wrap her lips around his cum glazed shaft when- “Enough!” Her pushed her head away, her neck craning painfully backwards and to the side. She was thrown to the ground, her snout in the grass. “Ow! What the fuck is your problem?!” she shouted, her hand balled into a tight fist. “Don’t you think you had enough?” “I did this for you, dipshit.” she said angrily up at him. “Didn’t you hear me telling you to stop? Telling you no? You did this for yourself,” he said as he started picking his pants up. She glared up at him with furrowed brows. “Fine. I was gonna clean you up but I guess you’ll just go back home to your boyfriend with your dick smelling like someone else’s ass.” He didn’t even think of that. He wouldn’t have time to shower before his boyfriend pounced on him. He liked him right after a workout. He sighed. “Then I guess I’m gonna have to tell him what happened here, huh?” He looked sternly at her, and she snarled back at him denying her help. “Fine, whatever. Asshole.” She got up and quickly left the park, back on her way to the club. Johnny watched her leave, and when she was far enough away, sat back against the tree to take a breather, his hands dragging down his face as he began processing the last few minutes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nikki walked through the empty hall towards the elevator back up to the penthouse, security not even glancing at her on her way. The double doors to the lift opened up, and the bunny boy from earlier stepped out. Their eyes met, and she could see his pupils were heavily dilated. A sour look from Nikki greeted him. He returned it in kind, stopping before passing her as she stared down at him. “You got some kind of problem?” he confronted. “Don’t come back.” His brow furrowed at her. “Don’t be mad at me just ‘cause I’m better bitch! You’re just mad ‘cause sugar daddy like my ass better! Scared he’s gonna dump your ass out when he gets tired of you bitch who the fuck do-” His voice trailed off as the elevator doors closed, leaving just the soft whirring hum of the machine bringing her up. And up. And up. When she finally reached the top, the door opened to quiet. Gordon was nowhere in sight. She had the place to herself for now. Nikki headed to the shower, indulging a long stay while she had the peace. It was nice, but… eventually her mind drifted to the park. She tried to put it out of her mind, but it refused to leave. Alright, time to get out. She’d had her fill and toweled off, her lack of any kind of hair speeding the process. Nikki stepped out to walk to the closet and- “Ah, there ya are, sweetheart!” She stopped and turned to him, her body bare and on full display. Gordon sat on a couch in the room, freshly cut cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. He was sharply dressed, but it was undercut by him leaving the top buttons of his shirt open. She could feel him eating her with his eyes. “C’mere, keep me some company.” Well, there went her peace. “After I get clothes.” She started back towards the closet. “Aaaaah, c’mooon, who needs ‘em?” he insisted. “I just took a shower.” “Best time to sit around naked!” She rolled her eyes, already tired of arguing the point, and relented. She padded her way to him and took her reserved seat, Gordon smiling and wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against him. “Attagiiirl. Be a sweetheart,” he said, wiggling his cigar and lighter towards her. She took it, aiding him to light it with unspoken resentment. “Appreciate it, darlin’.” He looked up to the ceiling as he puffed away at the luxury, the hand around her searching for her chest. Of course, she thought. The lecher couldn’t help himself. But again, not worth fighting right now. His hand clumsily found its way onto her soft, albeit flat chest. “Yer numbers’ve been slippin’” he said, his tone unusually serious. At least, unusual when speaking to her. She let a long silence hang. “...so?” “So I’m gonna help you fix it.” “I don’t need your help.” Gordon chuckled. “The last couple weeks say otherwise. Just hear me out is all I’m askin’.” “...fine.” His hand traveled down her body slowly, gently pressing in on her belly. “You scaly gals,” he took a puff. “You lay eggs, right?”