[b][u][center]The Office Firefighter For JackieZ By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Darius grumbled to himself as he walked up the steps to his coworker’s apartment. The long walk wasn’t that bad, not even with the broad hooves of a donkey. It was more the fact that he had to be here in the first place that had him grunting and complaining to himself. “Can’t get out of the house to get a freaking prescription…” It wasn’t like it was even that serious. The pharmacist had looked at him like he was almost envious. What was in the pills? Some sort of painkiller that would get you high? Probably. That seemed the sort of thing that would get a pharmacist to make that face. [i]Still, wish Madison coulda told me what this is. Probably looked like a bit of an idiot down at the store,[/i] he thought, shaking his head as he rounded another flight of stairs. [i]Eh, she can tell me when I get there.[/i] Much as he complained about the chore, he wasn’t that upset. It was more just an annoying interruption, and the fact that he had to deal with Madison. The fact was, she was a bit of an uptight one in the office, one of those ladies that got annoyed the moment you mentioned anything about the body, and if there was anything even vaguely sexual on the air - and considering the style of office gossip that they had around, there often was - she would shut it down and not let it start again until she left. He sympathized. She kinda came from a place where that sort of talk wasn’t very common, but still, it was kinda mean to just take away everyone else’s fun when she could just go somewhere else. [i]Well, least she’ll know we do care about her,[/i] he thought. [i]Wonder why all the ladies sent me around…[/i] He found her apartment, knocking on the door. “Madison? Madison, got your pills.” There was no answer, which was strange. Everyone said that Madison was in her apartment, and more, that she really needed the pills and couldn’t just leave. The donkey cocked his head to the side, leaning forward and pressing the side of his head to the door. “Madison?” he tried calling again. No answer, but this time he heard a low groan from inside. Not serious, not like she was under attack or something, but… [i]Ugh...Well, here’s hoping she’s got door insurance…[/i] Thump, thump, SMACK! On the third try, Darius managed to knock the door in. It caught on the door block on the side wall, and there were definite shards of missing wood on the side, but at least it was open. If she was sick… He stepped through, following the low groans, half-bitten off and sounding like they were muffled...or hidden...or - Rounding the corner to the living room, Darius’s eyes went about as wide as they could possibly get. It was Madison, alright. A tiny little mouse, little more than five-foot-three, and she was completely naked. Her white fur was matted down between her legs, her thighs as slippery as the pillow between them as she kept humping and grinding. Her tail was curled tight around her waist, and she whimpered, biting her lips as she let out soft little ‘ah, ah, ah’ moans as she dragged her pussy against the plushy pillow beneath her. [i]...She’s in heat?![/i] he thought, recognizing the scent in the air. [i]They sent me to bring her heat pills?![/i] By then, she’d finally noticed him. Her eyes were glazed over, but as soon as she recognized that there was someone other than her in the room, her cheeks lit up like a fire engine running down the road. She tried to pull the pillow out from between her legs, but it just wouldn’t move. “Oh, Madison. Little lady…” Darius shook his head, putting the pills down on the nearby side table. Each breath he took was hitting him with that thick, powerful scent of a woman’s heat, and even though she wasn’t an equine, his cock was reacting. The fat thing was running down his leg already, getting thicker and longer by the second. And she could see it, too. Her eyes dropped down, her jaw dropping before she looked back up at him. She tried to gesture to the pills, even though her hips never stopped moving. “Ma’am, with all, uh, due respect...I got something better than those pills.” He hesitated for a moment, then reached down for his zipper. She was slowly shaking her head, but it was half-hearted at best. Maybe less than that, particularly as he fished out his cock. It was already mostly hard, and it stood out by about ten inches from his crotch. The mouse gasped as she saw it, and he couldn’t help but smile as he fondled it, giving it a good few strokes for good measure. “Well, it probably ain’t as soft and nice as that pillow, but I can just about guarantee that it’ll fix that heat problem better than the pills will.” “D-Darius, please. The pills...I can...I’ll be fine with...oh god...you’re big…” “It’s not that scary, is it?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she just stared at it, almost like she wanted to move away, but couldn’t. It had to be the heat. No woman would be able to think straight with that going through her veins. He was starting to understand why the other women had sent him instead of another mouse. He could give her what she needed, and then some. They’d probably just end up leaving her wanting more. Darius took a step forward, gently pulling her off of the pillow and pressing her up against the top of the couch. She gasped, her body dripping like mad, her pussy looking like some sort of waterfall between her legs. He reached between them, rubbing the lips slowly, feeling that deluge. [i]God, she hasn’t been fucked at all…[/i] At last, that was how it felt. She might as well have been a virgin. Dealing with heat when you didn’t have a male? Damn. No wonder she was so uptight. “Well, Miss Madison, I think that you’ll be right as rain after this.” “You...you can’t be...serious…” “Come on, just trust me. I got the tool for the job.” “Darius -” “I’ll pull out, too, no problem. Just gotta get you off a few times, first.” She was still trying to say something when he lined his cock up with her. She was mostly delusional, he thought. Just someone that needed a good dicking, and then they’d be completely fine. Just one good dicking, and she’d probably be better at work, too. He lined up for her pussy. If she wanted him to stop, he was sure she would have moved. All she had to do was move. And she didn’t. [i]Good enough for me.[/i] The donkey thrust forward, burying half of his thick cock in her in one go. The mouse screamed against her arm, muffling the sound to some degree, but not nearly enough. She almost slumped down against the wall, her body going mostly limp against him. “Heh, that good, huh?” “Nnnguh...so...b-big…” “Well, that’s about half of it, miss. It’s got another half to go.” “Oh go-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD!” He barely pulled out an inch before giving another hard buck, and this time, his cock did lift her off the couch for a second or two. She came back down, sputtering, gasping, muttering incoherently for all that he understood of it. She was getting wetter, though, so he guessed that she liked it. God, she was tight, though. So much smaller, so much tighter. He’d have to be careful to remember to pull out in time. Normally, no breeding could happen, but with all this going on...well, who really knew how heat worked, anyway? Definitely not the doctors, considering they were trying to make her better with pills when all she needed was a good fucking. He pulled backwards, feeling her tightness squeezing him harder than he expected. He groaned, biting his lips as she continued to babble incoherently against the ground. She was barely there, probably completely focused on his big dick. Unable to pull back more than halfway without feeling like he was going to turn her inside out, Darius slammed back in. Squelch. The backsplash soaked his balls and the crotch of his pants, but he didn’t care. Neither did she, from the sudden shriek of pleasure that came from her lips. [i]Heh, one’s not gonna be near enough. Alright...think I can take it to give her a good three more.[/i] He hoped. The donkey went to town on the mouse’s pussy, fucking her as fast and as hard as he dared. Sometimes, he would speed up, hoping to batter down the tightness inside for a while so that he could last longer, but every time he did, she just squeezed him harder. He grunted, lowering his head as he kept hold of her small - to him - hips and rammed in further, harder, faster. Darius felt her cum again and again around his cock, and it was getting harder and harder to hold back. He could have stopped at three, but he wanted to see if he could help her more. Get her to four...then five...then six… What should have been lucky number seven ended up being his downfall. He was right on the edge, and had planned to pull out as soon as she started spasming, but this time, she was too tight. She gripped him hard, her pussy milking his cock, and the thought of knocking up the little prude under him.... Well, it was more than he could take. He groaned, cumming hard, two shots of thick equine cum shooting deep inside of her before he could get his cock all the way free. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]