The next day at work was anything but easy. Jacob slowly walked in the building, head already held low and ears flattened a bit. He’d fully expected Taylor to out him to the entire office with as annoying as the feline seemed, but so far, the fox was at least able to make it to his desk without being confronted. As he settled in, unpacking his bag and getting his laptop out, he sighed. A small glance to his left told him Greyson was here early and working away, though seemingly not focused on very much at the time. The wolf hadn’t made much of an effort to reach out to him, and the fox wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Of course, he felt awkward himself, so maybe there wasn’t much to say. 

Jacob sighed as he refocused on his laptop, scrolling through his emails to start the day. He rolled his eyes seeing the emails from a couple from the dumber clients he had to work with. As he went through, he found it hard to keep from glancing over at the lupine next to him, though not once did he notice Greyson doing the same thing. It was starting to get to him - the unresolved tension not sitting well with the fox. He almost said something before he noticed a notification pop up on his screen.

‘You, uh…want to head to the conference room?’ it read. Greyson.

‘For work, right?’ Jacob shot back.

‘Yes. Work. I promise,” Greyson replied.

‘Alright then,’ Jacob typed, before gathering his computer. Standing up, he headed toward the pair’s usual spot. He walked alone, not bothering to wait for Greyson. The usually empty room was available as expected, and Jacob took his seat at the desk and opened his computer again. A few seconds later, the wolf followed behind. Shutting the door, he sat across the table, not wanting to get too close at the moment.

“Hey,” he said weakly, looking up at the fox.

“Hey,” Jacob replied, voice more monotone than usual.

“So, I really do have some of the usual project stuff to talk about, but first, I have to ask – are we cool?” Greyson asked.

Jacob sighed, putting his face in his paw. “Ugh, I’m so not ready for this…”

“Sorry…I just…It’s awkward, y’know? I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep working together if we can’t come to an understanding over it…” Greyson elaborated.

“I know, I know…” Jacob replied. “Look, I’m not mad at you, so don’t worry about that. It’s just…weird right now, okay? I don’t really know what I want. I…enjoyed yesterday,” he admitted, as much to himself as to Greyson, “but I’ve got a boyfriend, though after some things he said last night, he might even be okay with it…”

“So…you told him?” Greyson asked.

“Not…so much…” Jacob conceded. “He couldn’t really tell much was off, and thought I just didn’t clean up that well after the last time I fooled around with him…”

“Did…he not smell a difference?” Greyson asked, confused.

“He’s a horse, so no. He could smell it, but his nose isn’t nearly as good as ours, and didn’t know it wasn’t his,” Jacob explained.

“Ah,” Greyson said simply. A long pause permeated the air, with both canines awkwardly looking in different directions. The wolf cleared his throat, about to speak again, but thought better of it. Nearly a minute passed before he made up his mind and finally continued. “So…Where does that leave us?”

“Still co-workers, unfortunately, so we’re not going to stop seeing each other anytime soon,” Jacob remarked. “I guess beyond that, we’ll see. I’m not saying…what we did…won’t happen again, but I just need some time to process it at the very least. So, between us, it’s not bad, just…weird, for right now, okay?”

“Alright…” Greyson replied. “I’ll give you your space. I, uh…did talk with Taylor, by the way…”

“Oh God…what did you say?” Jacob asked.

“Well, first I made sure he actually knew what happened. Then I told him if he told anyone, I’d make sure he was fired, and that’d just be the start of his problems. Then I just walked off,” Greyson said with a shrug. “Wasn’t much conversation. More threatening than anything. He’s strong, but I guarantee I can beat the shit out of him if I have to.”

“Yeah, you, uh…you’re definitely strong; that I can vouch for…” Jacob remarked, shaking his head and trying not to relapse again so quickly. “Thanks, I guess, but you don’t have to defend me.”

“I know, but even before yesterday, I did genuinely like working with you, and I hope we can at least get back to that,” Greyson remarked. “If you’re willing to, that is,” he hastily added.

“Yeah…I am, I think…” Jacob nodded.

“Good. Now about this project…” the wolf replied, turning his computer a bit and sliding toward the fox. Shifting the conversation toward more animated topics, he pointed at his screen and trailed off into a tirade of tech jargon.

Though he still wasn’t completely over it, Jacob found it much easier to get back to work alongside the wolf after their conversation. Their pair programming sessions flew smoothly, and if anything, were more productive now than before. The rest of the day felt almost like any other, and after a few days had passed, you’d never have known anything untoward happened between the two. They laughed and joked the same as before, though now with a small amount more pushing and shoving between them.

By the fourth day that week, Jacob was back to smiling broadly as he entered the office, happy to be there and excited for another day of having his brain tested against the ever-changing requirements of their clients. As he walked through the front door, however, he pulled his paw back away from the knob, grimacing slightly as he felt something slightly sticky on his fingertips. It wasn’t much, but it was annoying, and Jacob couldn’t identify what it was from the scent. Frustrated, he headed inside and made a beeline for the bathroom, stepping up to the sink and running his paws under the warm water. As he moved back and made to dry them, the bathroom door opened, and the worst person Jacob could hope to see wandered in.

“Well, well, well,” Taylor smirked, looking over at the vulpine. “Look who it is. I wondered when I’d find you in here alone.”

“Hi, Taylor,” Jacob sighed, completely unimpressed with the lion. He moved over to the paper towels, running one across his fingers before tossing the wet mess away. As he stepped toward the door, he realized the lion hadn’t budged an inch. “Can you move, please?” He asked, already annoyed at the feline.

“Nope,” the lion said simply.

“Why not?” Jacob demanded.

“Because you still haven’t welcomed me to the company properly,” Taylor replied, a grin across his muzzle.

“I’m not doing that,” Jacob said flatly.

“Why not? Don’t want to?” the lion asked.

Jacob opened his maw, intending to tell the lion off, but nothing came out. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to even utter the word ‘no’. Even with as much of an asshole as Taylor had been in such a short period of time, the last few days had made something clear to Jacob – he did want to ‘welcome’ the lion. It wasn’t necessarily the nice or the fair answer, but the fox really did enjoy looking back on what happened with Greyson. The problem with this opportunity, however, was who it was with.

The silence was not lost on the lion. “That’s what I thought. Now come on, let’s get to it,” he said, turning and heading over toward the stall, stepping inside. He didn’t even bother looking back behind himself, knowing Jacob would eventually come with him.

The fox didn’t move. He stood there, on one paw impressed by the lion’s boldness, but on the other mortified he hadn’t yet left. He looked back and forth between the two doors, giving him the choice of either exiting the bathroom and forgetting this, or following the new coworker and adding a new indiscretion to his list. He reached out for the exit door, intending to leave and get to work. As soon as he did though, his heart dropped a bit. It was then that he realized he genuinely didn’t want to, and he really was about to go follow the lion into the stall. Sighing, his head dropped a bit as his desires made themselves apparent, and he trekked over and joined Taylor inside.

“There he is, the little dick sucker. I’ll get that,” Taylor remarked, shutting the stall door behind Jacob quickly and latching it before the fox had any second thoughts. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know what we get up to, now would we?” He joked, causing Jacob to scowl. 

“Alright, no, bad idea, I’m leaving,” the fox remarked, reaching toward the door, only for the lion to step in front and block him.

“Uh uh uh, I don’t think so. I might be an asshole, but you’ve got something I want,” Taylor pushed through his toothy grin, reaching out and running a paw along Jacob’s cheek. Coming from such a loathsome individual, it caused the vulpine to quickly pull his head backwards. The lion’s smile never wavered though, and his other paw slowly moved toward his crotch. “And I’ve…” he started, undoing the zipper and button, pulling his pants down just enough to tuck the waistband of his underwear beneath his sack, “…got something you want.”

“Ugh. I hate you,” Jacob said, though the phrase was directed as much at himself as at the lion. He watched as a couple inches of Taylor’s shaft were already exposed from the sheath, and the length continued to grow.

“Aww, don’t say that, you’ll make him cry,” the lion teased, squeezing his cock and milking a small droplet of pre out. “Go on, give him a kiss, let him know you don’t mean it.”

Jacob gulped as his eyes locked onto the cock, taking note of the barbs along it. He was familiar with them, even if he’d never experienced them himself, but he knew he was about to. With a sigh, he resigned himself to being the victim of his own lust and sat down on the toilet seat, putting him nearly at eye level with the lion’s crotch. Taylor wasted no time in stepping forward, getting ever so close to Jacob’s face, but not quite touching it yet. He wanted to make sure the vulpine made the first contact.

The fox soon obliged to the lion’s obvious and throbbing request. He leaned forward, pressing his tongue against the flesh growing in front of his face, tracing the path of the pre back upward until he reached the tip. Once there, he parted his lips and took the first couple inches inside, bobbing up and down lightly on them, not pushing anything just yet. He did reach up and shift Taylor’s pants all the way down though, making sure he had full access to the feline’s crotch as he worked.

“There we go…” the lion purred, putting a paw on the back of Jacob’s head and gradually easing him down further. “See? Isn’t it so much better when you just stop playing coy? I know you want it, Greyson sure as hell knows you want it, and I bet half the other guys in the office do too. We’ll get you all the dick a good little slut like you can handle…” he mused, lightly pumping his hips into Jacob’s maw. Feeling his length starting to enter the fox’s throat, Taylor wasn’t about to give him any time to reply. 

“Mmmm… Practiced little whore too. You ever play with a feline before?” he asked, pulling back at least out of the fox’s throat, but leaving a few inches on his tongue. Jacob shook his head slightly before he lowered it again, still somehow feeling the length filling out slightly in his muzzle. “Well, you’re going to get a lot more chances after this; I love a good blowjob to start my workdays.”

Jacob’s first instinct was to roll his eyes at the lion’s suggestion, but after thinking about it for a moment, he knew he wanted the same thing, if not more. He placed his paws on the lion’s hips, going down until his lips pressed firmly up against the golden sheath before withdrawing them. The barbs weren’t quite as sharp as he was led to believe, but he had to be cautious not to do anything too aggressive with them. He could feel them tracing paths down his throat as he swallowed the larger male’s cock, then back up again a second later.

Taylor leaned forward over top of the fox, placing his paws against the back wall of the stall and replanting his feet, making sure he was set. As Jacob worked, Taylor slowly started increasing the pace of his hips, pushing in every time Jacob’s head moved forward. It wasn’t long before he repurposed one of his paws for holding the fox’s head steady, gripping the fur on the back of it and simply driving his cock home, slapping his crotch against Jacob’s nose and balls off his chin. It was all Jacob could do to keep his throat relaxed. He kept his eyes shut as he let Taylor work off his lust using his muzzle.

A few minutes of panting and slapping echoed throughout the bathroom, but luckily with the company being so small, they were unlikely to get caught. Taylor seemed to not care as he picked up the pace further and further, completely uncaring about how Jacob was handling it. As he felt himself getting close, he paused for a moment to shift back into an upright stance. He took Jacob’s head between his paws and thrust away. Spittle flew across the stall and onto the walls as Taylor ravaged Jacob’s throat. Eventually, he bit down on his lip to suppress his moans when his dick started throbbing, shooting a wad of cock snot down into Jacob’s gut.

The sticky liquid kept coming, and Jacob breathed slowly through his nose as he felt the rapid twitch against his tongue, knowing he was being fed the load whether he wanted it or not. As it started dying down, Taylor had already begun pulling his length out, and Jacob caught what he believed to be the last spurt on his tongue. He was caught off guard when the actual last bursts splattered right between his eyes.

Jacob swallowed quickly, clearing his throat before whisper-shouting, “What the fuck, man? I still have to work today,” he remarked, wiping his face with his paw and sucking the fingers clean. “Someone’s gonna smell it.”

“You’ll be fine…” Taylor panted, chuckling slightly as he pushed the issue further by thrusting his hips forward and wiping his cock on Jacob’s cheek. 

“God damn it, Taylor! You’re such an asshole,” Jacob vented, grabbing some toilet paper to try to get what he couldn’t cover with his paws.

“Guilty as charged,” the lion agreed. “Ooh, you should be more careful too. Looks like you got a little on your shirt,” he said, poking his hips forward to point roughly at where it was, making the blotch even more conspicuous when his dick rubbed against the fabric.

“Oh, fuck off man, I can’t go out there like this. It’s not even going to dry that fast,” Jacob whined, panic starting to set in as he blotted at it with toilet paper.

“Sure it will. Just give it like fifteen minutes or so, trust me. Not the first time I’ve done that to someone, and it won’t be the last,” Taylor said with a smirk.

“Still makes you a jerk,” the fox answered. “But I guess I don’t have another option. I’ll wait here, I guess. Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay and keep you company, if that’s alright. I’ve even got something we can do to pass the time,” Taylor remarked.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Jacob asked, though knowing Taylor, only a few answers were possible.

“Well, you wouldn’t know since you haven’t done much with felines before, but we can go quite a few times in a row before we get tired…” he trailed off, waving the tip of his cock back and forth barely an inch from Jacob’s lips, obviously still erect.

It was almost twenty minutes later when Taylor exited the bathroom, straightening his tie and heading back to his desk. Jacob followed a few minutes later, making sure no one spotted him. He tried to suppress a belch as he tasted the lion’s second load coming back up on him. At least with this one, Jacob kept a firm hold on Taylor’s hips, not letting him pull the same trick twice. He swallowed every drop of it, making sure to keep his face nice and clean.

The lion wasn’t all hormones though, and seemed to have learned a couple tips over the years he could share with the fox. First, and the most obvious, was just washing his face in the sink. It wasn’t the most unusual thing and would at least make sure his fur didn’t smell like cum afterward. The second though was odd, but clever. The wet spot on Jacob’s shirt took up nearly his entire shoulder now as he’d purposely widened it. Not only did the water help wash away any of the scent, but it was so large at this point that no one would believe the entire thing was cum. The two tied nicely together as well – he tried washing his face in the bathroom, and accidentally splashed his shirt. No big deal, and he’d get away scot free.

Happy he’d taken care of what he needed to, Jacob got to his desk a bit later than expected. Setting up his laptop and charger, he started doing the usual morning check of emails and other notifications. One of the first things he saw though, was a notification from Greyson – ‘Already in the usual spot, meet me there when you’re free.’

Jacob smiled. Everything was moving as well as it could. No one mentioned his shirt, and he got to explore his newfound acceptance of promiscuity in the office. As he reached the conference room, he let himself inside, smiling as he shut the door behind himself. 

“Hey Greyson,” he greeted, sitting down beside the wolf and popping his computer open. “What’s on the docket today?”

“Hey yourself. You seem awfully cheery,” the lupine noted, taking a quick sniff as the nearby fox sat down.

“Yep. I’m…I’m just feeling good today, I guess,” he remarked.

“That’s nice,” the wolf said, turning back to his computer, an unusually short reply for him. “Want to get to work then?”

“Yeah, sure! I’m all raring to go,” Jacob mused, with much more pep in his step.

“I, uh, I can tell,” Greyson said back, nodding a bit. “So anyway…nothing major for the moment. Just working on some tedious helper functions, then I figure we can architect a bit after I get done. You okay with that?”

“Sure, works for me. I can get caught up on a couple things myself while you do that,” Jacob said, turning back to his laptop.

Greyson just nodded again, fingers moving across the keyboard once more. He paused every now and again to think. A few minutes later, he sniffed once more as Jacob suppressed a belch. Getting a whiff, he scooted his chair a couple inches away from the fox, grimacing. Even after moving, he continued glancing back at the vulpine, shaking his head a bit.

Jacob wasn’t oblivious though. While they hadn’t exactly reconciled on that level yet, Greyson was more than willing to get close to Jacob a few days ago, so why was he scooting away now? The wolf in general seemed rather uncomfortable, and seeing how talking before helped them, Jacob decided to pipe up.

“Everything okay? Seems like something’s eating at you,” he noted.

“I’m fine,” Greyson said simply, not looking up from his computer.

“Come on, I know you better than that. At least, you’re usually the more talkative one out of us. You can tell me…if it’s not too personal I guess,” the fox noted, trying to respect the wolf’s space.

“Oh, it’s personal, just not for me,” Greyson said cryptically.

“Huh?” Jacob asked.

Greyson sighed. “Alright, fine. Guess we’re doing this now. Going to get a whole lot more awkward before it gets better, I think,” he thought out loud. 

“Okay…well, let’s get through the awkward then,” Jacob said slowly.

“You said a couple days ago, when you were explaining how you didn’t get caught, that your boyfriend’s a horse, right?” Greyson asked.

“Uh, yeah…” Jacob said slowly, already apprehensive over where this was going.

The wolf let out another sigh, crossing his paws around his muzzle and pointing his head down, not looking at Jacob as he spoke next. “Well, that’s…that’s not horse cum I can smell on your breath.”

Jacob froze. Breath. He was so focused on his outsides that he never worried about his insides giving him away. Quickly, he exhaled into his paw and sniffed it. While it wasn’t strong, he knew the wolf wasn’t lying. He could smell it too, meaning for Greyson it had to be almost overbearingly strong. Excuses were already flying through Jacob’s mind, but they were cut off when the wolf spoke again.

“And what’s worse…” he continued, “is that I can tell it’s not canine either, so you didn’t jerk off and eat it or something. To me…to me it smells feline, but I’m not sure, so I’m just going to ask. Did Taylor fuck you this morning?” he asked bluntly, lifting his head now and looking at the fox.

Jacob gulped, frozen in fear, unsure of what to say. Nothing seemed appropriate, no matter what went through his mind. Denying it was almost out of the question, all because of that fucking nose. Jacob cursed his luck. Why couldn’t he have fucked another horse or something, at least then this wouldn’t be a problem. Admitting it seemed to be the only way out, and upon realizing it, Jacob slowly nodded.

“Alright. That’s it. I’m going to kill him,” Greyson spat, shooting out of his seat and practically lunging for the door, stopping only when Jacob seized his other arm.

“Wait, what? No, stop,” the fox said, confused, trying to keep the wolf in the room.

“Why not? He clearly raped you. I know how much of an asshole you think he is,” the wolf snarled, turning back toward Jacob, vengeance in his eyes. As he looked down at the fox, realization swept over him, his expression softening before turning into one of surprise. “He…he didn’t, did he?” Greyson asked, astounded.

Jacob went quiet once more, shaking his head and looking down in shame. Greyson let go of the doorknob and slowly walked back to his seat, slumping down in it. His mind was racing at the fox’s admission, trying to piece everything together. “I just don’t get it…” he mumbled.

“Get…what?” Jacob asked softly, still not looking up.

“Why you’d do that. Three days ago seemed to practically traumatize you. Yeah, you were willing, but you hated yourself after it, and barely wanted to talk to me after we got caught. Now…what? You suck him off and you’re all smiles?” Greyson ranted, trying not to shout in case someone outside heard.

“Twice,” Jacob said softly as his only reply.

“Twice? You sucked him off twice?” Greyson said, astounded. “I don’t even…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Why him? Why is it so easy to fuck him and be happy about it? And yet with me, you feel like you can barely talk to me? Should I be offended?”

“No, no…” Jacob replied, lifting his head and making eye contact with the wolf for the first time in a while. “Look, when we did it, it was the first time I…cheated…and I wasn’t sure how to feel after. I felt guilt, shame, and a whole lot of other things. Now…I mean, I still do, but like…I just can’t resist doing it anymore. Maybe you can look at it this way…You remember the first time Taylor said something to me?”

“Yeah, where he called you a whore in front of everyone and I defended you?” Greyson said, almost angrily.

Jacob nodded. “Yeah, but then I told you it wasn’t a big deal, and to drop it. I was uncomfortable, but not for the reasons you think,” he paused, causing Greyson to look at him inquisitively. “I, uh…I was embarrassed, but mostly because…I wanted what he said to be true…”

Greyson’s eyes widened at Jacob’s confession, even as his mind still worked to process it. “So, you mean…you want to live out all those fox stereotypes?” he asked slowly.

“A little, yeah…I mean, I’d thought about it before, but Taylor saying it out loud was the first time I’d experienced someone thinking that of me in the wild, at least that I know of. Then you wanted to fuck later that day…I mean, it all happened so fast, but how could I say no? It’s not been an easy few days, but if you hadn’t pushed, I don’t think I’d have been able to accept it about myself, and definitely wouldn’t have sucked him off today,” Jacob explained.

“Sorry, it’s just a bit of a roller coaster – first you’re down to fuck, then I avoid the topic at all costs, and now…you’re back to basically just wanting to fuck, is that it?” Greyson asked.

“I wouldn’t simplify it that much, but…kind of…” Jacob said, reaching up and scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry, it’s obviously not easy on me either. I promise though, you’ve been a great friend at work since you’ve been here. You’re funny, intelligent, and…if I can say so…insanely hot,” Jacob remarked, putting a paw on the wolf’s thigh, oddly mirroring their first encounter earlier that week.

The wolf’s expression softened a bit. After thinking for a moment, he let out a resigned exhale. “I mean, I guess I get it. The guilt doesn’t just magically disappear… Or if it wasn’t there at all, I’d say you didn’t even love your guy at home, but I can tell you do.”

“Lane,” Jacob said, slightly more comfortable talking about his boyfriend with the wolf. “And I do, I really do. Like I said, I…I think he’d be okay with all this. And besides, it’s not like he’s getting any less than usual at home…there’s enough room for all of you in my life.”

“All of us?” Greyson asked, almost bemused. “Including Taylor now, are we?”

Jacob looked away, ashamed, but smiled as well. “I…I suppose. I don’t see him winning any social awards any time soon, but… He did make a comment about wanting to start his workdays that way, and if I don’t have to interact with him beyond that…I think I can tolerate him long enough for it.”

“Anything for dick, right?” Greyson continued.

Jacob nodded slightly. “At this point…kinda. I… I like being a fox…”

Greyson took hold of Jacob’s paw still resting on his leg and slid it upward, his large gray one easily engulfing the small black one; both were now resting on top of the wolf’s large bulge. “Well, don’t let me get in the way of that. Any meetings this morning?”

“Nope. All clear,” Jacob replied, sliding his paw up slightly more to undo the fastenings on the wolf’s pants and slip his fingers inside. He didn’t lower anything just yet, wrapping his fingers around the temporarily hidden sheath and smiling naughtily up at Greyson.

“Same here. I think we’ll have plenty to keep ourselves busy though,” Greyson remarked, sitting back and letting the fox do all the work. 

“Wait,” Jacob froze, but left his paw inside the wolf’s pants. “I don’t want to end up in the same situation as last time – I don’t suppose you brought anything to clean up, did you?”

The wolf could only grin. “I’ve kept it in my bag since Monday night. I knew you’d come around again at some point, and I wanted to be ready. Got a couple things here…” he gleefully remarked. Reaching over and rummaging in the nearby backpack, he tossed a small pawful of hand towels onto the nearby desk, followed by plopping down an empty extra-large fast food drink cup.

“Uh…the cup?” Jacob asked.

“You don’t remember?” Greyson said, waiting a moment.

“No…?” Jacob asked. Then, realization dawned on him. “Oh God, you don’t expect me to do that again, do you?”

“You have a better idea?” The wolf asked.

“I dunno, holding it? It’s not exactly normal to chug the cum some guy just shot into your ass…” Jacob lamented.

“No, but it was hot as hell. And I’ll leave my knot inside you until you agree to do it,” Greyson teased.

“What if I just don’t let you knot me?” Jacob countered, but was met with only laughter. His ears flattened, but he still had a small smile on. “Alright fine, we both know that won’t happen. I’ll do it…” he conceded, not exactly unhappy about the turn of events. 

By now, Greyson’s sheath had swollen to the point where Jacob could no longer get his paw around it. A few inches of wolf cock stuck out, pushing their way past Greyson’s pants and standing out in the open, with more joining by the second. Jacob got to work, lowering the wolf’s clothing a bit more before he started massaging the length with his paws once again. It didn’t take long before he was presented with the full hardness that had speared his ass only three days prior, and just as before, he couldn’t believe how big it was.

“No idea how you fit inside me last time…” Jacob lustfully observed, leaning down and lapping up a bead of pre from the tip.

“You’ve got a horse at home; I’m not surprised at all. If anything, I’m surprised you could feel it,” Greyson countered.

“Feel it? You’re every inch as big as he is. Both length and girth,” Jacob noted, giving another quick lick to the tip. “Not nearly as big a head though, he remarked, sliding his fingers over the pointed tip, “and no big medial ring in the middle,” he continued, paw sliding down, “but his base isn’t anywhere near as huge as this is,” he finished, squeezing around the wolf’s shielded knot, knowing it would only get bigger and bigger as they fucked. 

“Mmm…you really know how to talk a guy up,” Greyson said with a grin, sliding his fingers down Jacob’s back and squeezing the fox’s ass with them, easily fitting a full cheek in his paw. “Now I imagine that throat of yours is tired after you and the little kitty had your fun earlier,” Greyson teased, “so I’m happy to give that end a break for now.”

“Funny,” Jacob remarked. “I’ll have you know my throat could go all day, and I won’t have you say otherwise,” he said proudly. “But lucky for you, I’m in the mood for you to bend me over that desk and make me regret it.”

“Now that I can do,” Greyson replied, standing up and fully dropping his pants, making sure they didn’t get in the way. Unlike last time, the wolf quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing it aside, he revealed his fully naked form to the fox for the first time. 

Jacob was too distracted to notice, however, as when Greyson stood up, his cock was now at eye level. He couldn’t resist leaning in and giving it a few quick sucks, bobbing his head over the first half of the length, milking a few small streams of pre out and onto his tongue. When he finally looked up though, he was stunned. The vulpine slowly pulled off the shaft and placed his head against the wolf’s stomach, drooling slightly over the rock-hard abs above. The cock remained dribbling over his shoulder as he sat there, running a paw up and down the muscles, in awe of how fit the wolf really was. 

“Uh, Jacob? Might want to at least take your shirt off… Kinda getting messy,” the wolf remarked.

Jacob jumped, turning around and groaning as he realized the pre was running down his back now. “God damn it, not again…”

“Again?” Greyson asked.

“Yeah. Taylor came a little bit on my shirt earlier…on purpose…” Jacob explained.

“He really is an ass, isn’t he?” Greyson asked as Jacob disrobed, eyes feasting on the fox for the first time. “You’ve got quite the body yourself though,” the wolf added on.

“Thanks,” Jacob said, a bit ashamed still, not quite used to being fully naked outside his house. The fox wasn’t nearly as toned as Greyson was, but still had some definition to him. The vulpine’s figure was average. Not big, not small, although next to the wolf he looked downright tiny in every way. He stood up as he finished disrobing, the two canines erect and pointing at each other. 

Greyson was the one who took the next step, bending down and wrapping his arms around Jacob’s back. Shoving his muzzle up against the fox’s, he wasted no time in jamming his tongue inside, easily dwarfing the size of Jacob’s own as he wrestled against it. Greyson probably could have tongue-fucked Jacob’s throat if he were so inclined, but right now, he had other things on his mind. They passionately kissed, muzzles twisted opposite ways to allow their tongue to explore further inside. Greyson began leaning Jacob back against the desk, bending over on top of him. The vulpine naturally acted along with him, lying back onto the desk.  He lifted his legs off the floor once he was stable and wrapped them around the wolf’s waist to pull him closer. Their cocks rubbed back and forth, pre continually slickening their sensitive flesh. After a few minutes, Greyson finally stood upright again. His cock dragged along Jacob’s, leaving it untouched and throbbing into the air as he felt the wolf take position behind him.

“Think we’re lubed enough now,” Greyson noted, grabbing hold of Jacob’s ankles and lifting him high into the air. He fumbled around slightly until the tip of his shaft met the warm target of Jacob’s tailhole. Needing no further invitation, the wolf groaned as he slowly slid himself inside, giving the fox barely enough time to acclimate to the intrusion. Greyson worked until he felt the vulpine’s pucker right up against the entrance of his sheath, then still gave another couple quick thrusts to make sure he’d completely bottomed out. Slowly, he drew his length back, barely even leaving the tip inside, freezing there for a moment.
 
“Beg for it,” the wolf said simply, waiting, poised at the entrance.

“What?” Jacob asked, raising his head off the desk slightly.

“You heard me,” Greyson growled. “Or it’s not going back in.”

Jacob gulped, knowing he couldn’t be too loud in the office. Despite all of his concerns, he found himself quickly spouting many of the things Lane told him whenever they fucked now. “Give it to me, please, I need it. I’m a worthless fox. I can’t live without a dick inside me. I live to serve, and I have no purpose without guys like you choosing me to get their rocks off. Just shove it back in there, please, all at once, I don’t care. Just do it!” He whisper-shouted, voice getting louder than it probably should have by the end.

Greyson’s predatory grin beamed down over Jacob, invoking even a small amount of fear in the fox. He felt true helplessness underneath that gaze. “Good slut,” Greyson said shortly, doing just what Jacob asked. Without mercy, he gripped the fox’s legs tight and slammed his hips forward, shoving over a foot of wolf meat inside in one go. With Jacob barely lubed, he had to bite down hard to prevent screaming out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his insides brutally stretched by the lupine dick.

Now there was no turning back. Greyson had Jacob bent nearly in half as he leaned over the desk, hammering his hips repeatedly and brutally into the fox’s hole. Truth be told, he was pent up from seeing Jacob in the office for three days without getting off, but he wasn’t about to tell the fox that. Instead, he chose the much more productive path of taking out his carnal lust on the poor, abused tailhole. 

For as much discomfort as Jacob was in, he felt orders of magnitude more pleasure. The wolf truly wasn’t holding back, and he felt it. The fox wasn’t even aware his legs could bend that far over himself until the wolf forced them there, and Greyson clearly wasn’t about to let go any time soon. While their first session was more about exploration and discovering each other, this was the reignited fire in their loins desperate to get out. 

Their session took much less time than it did before. With as hard as they were going at it, it was only a matter of time before their knots were fully engorged and threatening to blow. Jacob was the first to pop, the pressure on his prostate too much as he once again bit down, feeling his cock jump and spray his upper chest and face with seed. It even jumped high enough a couple times to hit Greyson. The wolf paid it no mind, his own eminent and imperative orgasm coming soon. With the pace of his thrusts already at max, his knot slipped inside with almost ease, despite the size still causing Jacob to groan in discomfort. It popped out a couple more times and went back in before it finally stayed in place, firmly locking the two together. With Jacob’s sphincter tightly gripping the base of his cock, Greyson let loose, once again flooding the fox’s bowels with potent wolf seed.

The pair rested on the desk panting after their intense orgasms. Their faces were a mixture of intrigue and lust as they watched Jacob’s stomach, seeing it jump slightly every time Greyson’s cock twitched from within, the outline of the length visible for a brief moment. As the wolf’s breathing steadied, he leaned down and ran his tongue across Jacob’s chest, collecting a bit of the fox’s load as he did. With a small additional movement upward, he rejoined his lips with Jacob’s and forced his cum-covered tongue inside, swapping it back and forth with the vulpine. 

It was all Jacob could do to keep from swallowing instantly, forcing himself to go against years of built-up instinct to swallow whenever the taste of cum hit his tongue. Their rising and falling chests pressed against each other as the kiss was maintained, still breathing heavily as they came down from their orgasmic highs. When most of the fox’s seed eventually did make it into his stomach, the kiss parted, with cum-infused saliva strands connecting their lips.

Greyson finally leaned back a bit, propping himself up on the desk with his paws and giving the fox a bit of room to breathe. Jacob’s legs relaxed as well, finally able to bend back the normal way. Hanging off the edge of the desk and resting to the wolf’s sides, they dangled above the floor. 

“Just as good as last time,” Greyson panted, smirking down at the fox.

“Better, I’d say,” Jacob rebutted, lifting a leg again and putting it around behind the lupine’s ass, pulling him in a tiny bit closer.

“Careful now; we can’t spend all day like this,” Greyson said with a chuckle. 

“Yeah, I know…” Jacob said, disappointed.

“But,” Greyson started, reaching out and tapping Jacob’s nose, “if we get our work done fast, we can do it again before we leave today. It’s still early,” he finished with a wink.

“You promise?” Jacob asked hopefully.

“Let’s see, I’ve got a fox desperate for cock next to me, in a confined space that,” he paused, audibly sniffing the air, “smells way more like sex than it should. I don’t think any guy out there would say no to that.”

“Good. Well, in the interest of trying to get done fast, you have any tech stuff to talk about?” Jacob asked.

“Sure, but it’s going to be kinda hard to focus on that right now,” Greyson articulated, flexing his cock in the fox’s ass for emphasis.

“It might at least take your mind off it if we get into it enough, and help your knot go down. Sooner it goes down, sooner we finish, and sooner we can do it all again,” Jacob explained.

“There’s that fox logic. Whatever gets you more dick quicker,” Greyson laughed. “Fine, well, I guess we can start with the performance concerns I have…”

“Really? I have no concerns over your performance,” Jacob with a grin, squeezing Greyson’s waist with his leg again.

Greyson rolled his eyes. “Code optimization, you dunce. What happened to not talking about sex?”


Jacob just smiled. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Go on.”

“Alright, anyway…” Greyson trailed off, actually getting into the technical side of the conversation now. Lust-driven or not, Jacob’s plan did seem to work, and soon enough Greyson felt his hips moving around a little bit more. The conversation, while productive, had to take a quick pause while he readied the towels and the cup. Grabbing Jacob’s hip with one paw and holding the cup beneath with the other, he slid out slowly, making sure the dribble stayed over top of it, trying to maintain position while the flow got stronger and stronger. For the last few inches, he found staying inside only caused the stream to flow in many different directions, most of which avoided the cup. He suddenly pulled it out, leaving Jacob fully empty again. The rush of cum splashed against the cup and Greyson’s paws, slightly falling onto the floor below, but mostly filling it up. 

“Alright, well…that’s most of that, I guess,” the wolf remarked, seeming a bit unsure as he said it.

“Everything alright?” Jacob asked, tilting his head a bit as he sat up.

“It’s…a lot more brown than last time,” the wolf said, setting the cup down on the table. As Jacob sat fully up, he could see what Greyson was talking about. He had to flatten his ears in shame. Not only was the wolf’s cock covered in a brownish layer of cum, but Jacob reckoned his ass was too. He could see that not only was the cup full of it, but a few stray nuggets of shit floated their way up to the top, taunting him as they lightly bobbed up and down inside.

“Ugh… Sorry…” Jacob said with a groan, grabbing the cup and setting it aside, dismissing it for now. “I, uh, didn’t really know we’d be getting up to all this today, or I’d have cleaned out a bit more…”

“It’s fine…” Greyson said, shaking his head a bit. “Kinda happens when you use that hole. I’ll just get us cleaned up a bit, and uh, throw these towels away after.”

“Sorry,” Jacob said again.

“Like I said, it’s fine. Just…lean back again so I can clean your ass,” Greyson said.

Jacob groaned as he leaned back on the table, the cup next to his head still teasing him. Down below, he could feel the wolf’s paw swiping a towel along his tailhole, doing its best to clean up everything it could touch. A second had to be used just to remove the bulk of the mess, while the third and last one made sure the fox was spotless, albeit still a bit wet, with just enough use left to tidy up the floor. As Greyson sat it aside and sat back in his chair, Jacob slowly shifted himself upright again.

“I uh…should have brought another towel… Don’t think any of those can hold much more…” Greyson started, and Jacob immediately saw why. While the floor and Jacob were almost entirely clean, the wolf had left his crotch until last, and his sizeable shaft was still glazed in cum. 

“Fuck. I can’t go get more either. It’s the middle of the day; someone’s going to smell it if I run to the bathroom,” Jacob lamented.

“Then what do we do? I don’t suppose you brought towels too?” Greyson asked.

“No, I didn’t. Again, I had no idea this would happen,” Jacob replied.

“Me neither, but I still like to be prepared,” the wolf countered.

“Ugh. Fine, you’re right. I should have done more. I don’t know,” the fox said, looking around the room and finding nothing but their clothes, and he wasn’t about to dirty those. “I… I guess I can lick it clean again…”

“What? Dude, you don’t have to do that. It’s gross. There’s got to be something else,” Greyson remarked.

“I don’t see anything…and I’m not seeing much of another option…” Jacob said, trying to hide his desire as much as possible.

“Ugh. You sure? You don’t have to. I’d let it dry before I do something like that,” Greyson said.

“I guess so. I mean, it won’t be fun, but after the good time you just showed me…I think it’s the least I can do for you,” Jacob said, already sliding off the table and starting to kneel down.

“Dude, it’s not like you owe me for sex. It’s just as much fun for me as it is for you. But if you’re gonna do it anyway…I guess I won’t stop you,” the wolf said, shaking his head.

Jacob only nodded, now at crotch level with the lupine. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around the base to hold it steady and to appear as if he was trying to avoid touching much of the mess. Slowly, he extended his neck and ran his tongue up the underside of it, the flavor of his own waste evident in the cum flooding his tongue. It was difficult to suppress his ravenous appetite which was telling him to virtually attack the wolf’s cock, all in the name of hiding his fetish.

As Jacob cleaned his way up, he found more solid brown streaks near the tip, similar to the last time. And just like then, he spent far too long cleaning with his tongue, even well beyond the point where it was spotless. The prolonged cleaning took nearly ten minutes. After Jacob had successfully licked everything off the wolf’s cock and balls, as well as a few drops that fell onto the floor, he finally sat back and belched into his paw, trying to stifle it.

Greyson sat through the entire cleaning, focused. Jacob seemed to have no repulsion whatsoever to the job at hand, and he saw the fox swallow down every last bit he was given. As gross as it was, Greyson couldn’t help but find it arousing, not the least because he had a willing slut licking all over his dick. After Jacob finished, he coughed lightly and commented on the fox’s cleanup job.

“That…was kinda hot…” he said slowly, looking down at the fox.

“Was it?” Jacob asked. “Tasted like shit to me.”

Greyson couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah…I mean, I know it was disgusting for you, but…I liked it…”

“Well, guess you’ve learned something new about yourself,” the fox remarked, standing up and returning to his seat. “It, uh, wasn’t as bad as you probably think either, for me. Could hardly taste anything but cum,” he lied.

“Really? Because it looked… Never mind. Well…if it wasn’t so bad…there’s still that,” Greyson remarked, nodding toward the cup still looming on the table.

“Yeah, but that’s got like…actual shit in it,” Jacob remarked. 

“It was small though…you could probably swallow it whole, not even realize it was there…” the wolf urged. “Is it really any different than licking it off my cock?”

“Kinda…I mean, it’s gross. It’s shit; you’re not supposed to eat it,” Jacob rebuffed, though he wasn’t sure why he was trying to resist so much.

“But you already kinda did. I know it’s a weird request, but…you did already agree to drink it before all this… And are you a fox of your word or not?” Greyson asked.

Jacob groaned. “I mean, I am, but… Look, if I do this, you won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Not a soul!” Greyson promised, face immediately displaying his excitement. Jacob, however, was too busy with his inner turmoil over showing his nasty side to the wolf to notice.

“Alright, fine…” Jacob relented, sliding his paw across the table and seizing the cup. He brought it closer to himself. Giving it a cursory sniff, he put on a disgusted face for show despite his cock still throbbing out of eyesight. He tilted it up, pressing his lips to the rim and feeling the cum slide up against it, much cooler than the remnants warmed by Greyson’s cock he ate a few moments ago. Nevertheless, the fox opened wide and let the first few bits inside, gulping them down and lowering the cup again. 

“Eugh,” he uttered, yet again for show more than anything, before raising the cup once more. This time, Jacob opened his lips a bit wider and drank more quickly, tilting it up further and further as he did. He could feel the occasional nugget of shit pass over his tongue, but not being in a place to stop and enjoy chewing it up, he swallowed it down. Greyson was impressed – Jacob kept going and going, chugging it like a beer as he downed the entire thing in two goes, leaving a small glazing of jizz lining the inside of the cup and a giant pool of cum in Jacob’s gut.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Greyson commented, paw back on his cock and stroking it slightly. 

Jacob, seeing no reason to hide quite as much in front of someone who was openly enjoying it, finally decided to come around. “Yeah, I uh…I kind of enjoyed it too…” he admitted.

“Wait, really? You, uh…you liked eating…?” Greyson trailed off, but Jacob picked up the slack for him.

“Shit,” the fox finished, “And…I mean, I wasn’t exactly focused on that, but…yeah, a little…”

“You’re not just saying that for me, right?” Greyson asked. “I know it’s a…well, a really fucked up thing to be into, but watching you just pushed the right buttons there.”

“No, no, I’m not, and I know,” Jacob nodded. He gulped, nervous as he looked over at the wolf, but given the lupine’s erection he was still stroking, Jacob had to believe he could trust him. “Can I, uh…tell you something?” 

“Uh, sure? Go ahead,” Greyson said, nonplussed.

Jacob paused for a moment, gulping again, but made eye contact with the wolf now. “So… you know how you’ve invited me to lunch a couple times, and I’ve always said no?”

“Yeah….” the wolf said, tilting his head a bit. “But how does that have anything to do with what we’re talking about right now?”

“Well…” Jacob started. “I’ve said no because…well, I don’t, uh, think they’ll have anything I want to eat there.”

Greyson just shook his head. “I never even specified a place. And again, real twist in the conversation here. If you’re trying to say something, I’m not getting it.”

Jacob sighed. “I don’t think they’ll have anything because the one thing I eat isn’t really served at restaurants. I kind of… only eat…shit…” 

“Wait. What?!” Greyson exclaimed, tail twitching in excitement.

“Shh! Keep your voice down. Yeah. Mine, and uh…mine and Lane’s, both. It’s why you never see me eat anything in the office, I can’t really…walk around after doing that, at least without not seriously brushing my teeth,” Jacob admitted. “So yeah, drinking that, I…really didn’t mind it, and I certainly wasn’t just saying it for you.”

“Whoa. That like…it can’t be good for you, right?” Greyson asked.

“It seems to work alright for me, I guess,” Jacob said. “Haven’t had any medical problems in a while, and I haven’t eaten anything else in…I don’t even know how long. Many years.”

“Geez. I’d never have pegged you for the kinky type…” Greyson remarked, shaking his head. “You just seemed like the quiet nerdy type; it was surprising enough you were as well-versed in sex as you were when I met you.”

“Well…there you go. If it’s too much for you, or too weird, I get it,” Jacob remarked.

“What? Dude, no, you just heard me say how hot it was,” the wolf remarked. His tail started wagging even faster now, making Jacob wonder what he’d say next. “If anything…I mean, if it’s not too sudden…if anything I kind of want to try feeding you…”

“What?! It’s the middle of the workday, we can’t,” Jacob rebutted.

“Exactly, it’s lunch time, the perfect time,” Greyson remarked. “I don’t really think I have to go much, but like…we can try it. We’re already naked and smell like sex; it’s not going to be that much worse. Just keep your mouth closed after, and we can camp out in here the rest of the day. Easy!” The wolf explained, much more eager than Jacob had seen him yet. 

Jacob sighed. “Okay, let’s try it…” he agreed, kneeling in front of the wolf and resisting the urge to start sucking that oversized red length. He lowered his head a bit, bending down as Greyson parted his legs, and placed his muzzle underneath the grey sack. Soon after, his tongue extended into the crack. Sliding along it, he tasted the wolf’s furry taint until the tip of his tongue met the tight, sweaty pucker hidden in there. He repositioned his muzzle a bit, making sure it was centered around the hole. His tongue began circling it, making small trips around before pressing on the middle. Greyson seemed relatively clean down here, and Jacob knew that if he did his job properly, he’d be able to keep it that way.

The wolf grunted as he felt Jacob’s tongue sliding inside him, doing his best to push out in return. A small bit of gas escaped and caused his pucker to flutter slightly around Jacob’s tongue. This as well as hearing the fox’s nose desperate to sniff it all up made his paw move a bit faster up and down his cock. Soon enough, with a bit more pushing, Greyson was able to give Jacob what he wanted. 

Jacob shivered slightly with anticipation, still a bit in disbelief what he was doing here in the office, when the tip of his tongue pressed up against what felt like a soft, creamy log of feces. Following years of practice, his tongue made its way back into his maw, never once breaking contact with the waste. As the wolf’s pucker widened, so did Jacob’s mouth. His tongue guided the shit inside, cradling it and letting it slide along before it completely bulged his cheeks out. The wolf might not have had to go much, but with the size difference between the two males, even a single log was a mouthful for the fox. 

Jacob’s stomach protested slightly at the new flavors, clearly able to tell the waste was from a carnivore, whereas Lane’s waste (and subsequently, Jacob’s) was from an herbivore. The difference in flavors was intriguing to the fox as he chewed, swallowing slowly to give him more time with the nasty taste. After almost all of it was gone, he felt the wolf’s tailhole opening against his lips again, and Jacob was there ready to accept it all. It was smaller this time with the same consistency, which made it easier to keep it all inside.

“That’s all…” Greyson said from above, “but don’t swallow it yet. Sit back up here and show me.”

Jacob nodded slightly before moving, rubbing his muzzle up and down through Greyson’s ass and showing he understood. As he sat back up, he opened his mouth as much as he could without spilling anything, showing the soupy, half-chewed mess inside to the wolf. 

“Fuck yeah…” Greyson said, making no show of hiding how quickly he was jerking off to the sights. “Now chew,” he ordered.

Jacob did just that, but never fully closed his maw again. Each time his jaws parted, Greyson could see the shit swirling around in different ways, slowly becoming more and more liquid over time. Jacob chewed for about a minute before Greyson stood up, still holding his cock, and abruptly jammed it against the fox’s lips. The vulpine stopped his chewing when Greyson moved, and barely a second after he did, he could feel the wolf’s shaft already down his throat. Greyson wasted no time in grabbing Jacob by the ears and hammering away, knot still engorged from earlier, as he slammed it against the fox’s nose.

It was quick, passionate, and powerful. Their conversation earlier combining with the sights of Jacob’s nasty deed, Greyson found himself unable to last very long this time around. The feeling of chewed-up shit that hadn’t found its way down Jacob’s throat yet against his cock was more than enough to excite him, and Greyson soon released his second load of the day into the fox below. Jacob had nothing to do but wait, able to easily feel the cock throbbing in his esophagus, each burning hot jet of wolf seed lighting up his stomach with heat.

At least this time, the pair weren’t stuck together for over half an hour after they got done. Greyson pulled his length out after he finished, his dick more brown than it had been since they started. The wolf smugly sat back in the chair, allowing Jacob to breathe again as he rested on the floor, much cleaner out of the two.

“Fuck you’ve got a good muzzle on you. Can hardly even tell you just ate my shit from the outside,” the wolf remarked, noting Jacob’s relatively clean muzzle.

“Yeah, you uh…you get some practice with that over time,” he remarked. “Lips slightly open as you thrust in, closed as you pull out. Keeps a lot of the mess down.”

“Damn, you really know your stuff,” Greyson noted. “Good thing for me.”

“You’ve never done this kind of thing before then?” Jacob asked, finding his way back to his seat next to the wolf and licking some of the waste back inside.

“Nah, but if you’re down, I can see myself doing a hell of a lot more of it. I’m never taking a dump at home again,” Greyson mused.

“I, uh…I’d like that,” Jacob said with a smile.

“Going to be spending a lot more time in this room then,” Greyson said with a grin. “No way either of us can leave yet with the way we smell.”

“Yeah, probably should save the stuff we do until the afternoons now. It’ll at least give us some time to get actual work done in the mornings, if we can’t leave the room after we get done,” Jacob said, thinking out loud, glancing downward. “Speaking of though, do you, uh…you want me to clean you up again?”

The wolf just grinned. “Nope. I think I like it like this,” he said, reaching down and giving it a couple strokes, not caring about the mess on his paw now. “If we’re not leaving the room until everyone’s gone, I’m more than happy to stay messy. And I’m expecting you not to clean your mouth out either, my little shit-eater.”

“I can’t stay that dirty, I do have to hide it when I’m home,” Jacob said solemnly.

“Yeah, so just keep your mouth dirty, say you ate some of your own at work. You said he can’t smell the difference anyway,” the wolf suggested.

“I suppose so,” Jacob agreed.  “I do like keeping the taste in there.”

“You like the taste? Freak,” Greyson teased, nudging the fox.

“I didn’t say that. It’s still disgusting, y’know, it’s shit, but like…I can tolerate it, and it’s one of the hottest things I can imagine, so…” Jacob explained.

“Don’t have to tell me twice. I’m having a hard time not fucking you again right now,” Greyson contemplated.

Jacob smiled, still slightly shy about it. “I’m flattered, but I do think we should get at least something done… If we get fired, we’ll have to stop all this.”

“Fine, fine…but I’m fucking that face of yours at least two more times before we leave today if it stays that brown,” Greyson stated.

“Deal.”

