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Fucking the staff isn't one of them but that's not going to stop Carol during her annual heat.\n\nFetish: Heat/Rut, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Breathplay, Face Slapping, Dirty Language\n\nPart of an August Heat/Deer in Heat speedwriting event\n\n[url=https://discord.gg/GddZvgqXgd]Hey, y'all should join my Discord! It's multifandom, kinky, and queer as fuck.[/url]\n\n[url=https://kimberlyeab.carrd.co/]Visit my website to see where else you can find my work, follow my socials, or support me on Patreon![/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "There are many perks that come with being the mayor of Hometown. Fucking the staff isn't one of them but that's not going to stop Carol during her annual heat.

Fetish: Heat/Rut, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Breathplay, Face Slapping, Dirty Language

Part of an August Heat/Deer in Heat speedwriting event

Hey, y'all should join my Discord! It's multifandom, kinky, and queer as fuck.

Visit my website to see where else you can find my work, follow my socials, or support me on Patreon!", "writing": "Biology could be such a troublesome thing to contend with. Carol had been alive for forty-three years and of those forty-three, twenty-seven of them had been paired with an annual heat. Three days a year, every year that came like clockwork where she was left in a rut, both literally and figuratively. And it just so happened that those three days began on a Tuesday of all days this year, smack dab in the middle of a busy workweek.\n\nCarol's nostrils flared as she could smell her own essence, heavy upon the air, making it so woefully difficult for her to focus on her work. Opening a window hadn't helped, not in the slightest, only resulting in the warm August air flooding in and contending with her air conditioning, making the room that much more stifling to be in.\n\nA part of her missed her ex-husband, to an extent, even after their divorce. He had at least provided her with a remedy for these trying times and without him all Carol could do was attempt to weather the storm on her own.\n\nHer eyes moved towards the clock on her desk, seeing that it wasn't even lunch time yet. What had it been, a mere couple of hours so far? She could already feel her mind muddled and clouded, her ability to pull together decisions becoming more and more endangered. This was not the mind of a leader, not the mind of someone who could make tough and decisive decisions when needed. At this point she was little better than a hormonal teenager, driven by her own bodily functions.\n\nShe huffed, feeling very much like she had at sixteen, a dumb little horny reindeer, stewing helplessly in her own troublesome biology.\n\nCarol let out a heavy sigh and closed her eyes. She rubbed the bridge of her snout between her forefinger and thumb, massaging it tenderly and trying her best to focus. It seemed to help, if only a little. Though as Carol opened her eyes, she realized that there was a document sitting on her desktop that she couldn't recall opening. It was full of objectives that all required responses that she was hopelessly unable to provide when her mind was like this.\n\nWho could worry about tweaks to zoning bylaws when her panties were soaked by nature itself and all she could think about was a fat cock plowing into her over and over again? She bumped a fist against her forehead as if hoping it would reboot her psyche as if it were a computer that had just frozen.\n\n``I can't work like this,'' Carol declared as she bonked her head against her desk. ``I hate this...''\n\nIf nature was the obstacle, then maybe nature could also provide the remedy. After all, Rudy had always been able to help with the worst of her heat. As such maybe a little strategic stimulation could help with that.\n\nCarol glanced at her computer and opened a web browser, turning her attention towards the door and ensuring that the blinds were drawn. No one in their right mind would ever enter her office unprompted, meaning she'd be able to hide this.\n\nHow did the youth even find this kind of stuff nowadays?\n\nShe hadn't searched for porn since college and back then it came in magazines and was played in shady little theatres.\n\nCarol drew in a breath and went over to Google, simply typing in `porn'. This seemed to accomplish the task as various websites of dubious integrity popped up. In fact, according to Google there were more than five billion such results in their databases.\n\nA website called Pornhub vaguely rang a bell so Carol went there. Her cheeks instantly warmed as young monsters, who were about half her age, filled the screen doing all sorts of things that were very... crass.\n\n``How could anyone possibly find something to watch on this website,'' Carol grumbled, roving the screen and scrolling through their selection ``No, no, no, isn't that a slur... no, no, hmm...''\n\nA video about a secretary getting fucked by his boss... now that felt like a fantasy that Carol could jive with. With one final glance towards the door, she turned on the video before nestling back into the comfort of her plush computer chair.\n\nCarol left the audio to a minimal level, watching as a young stud dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of tight jeans entered his boss' office. The boss, a woman likely only a decade younger than Carol, berated him for breaking the dress code. \n\n``Now isn't that an understatement,'' Carol grumbled.\n\nShe reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it. Underneath was a pair of striped panties that were utterly soaked in pheromone rich juices. She couldn't believe that she was doing this as she pressed two fingers against the mound and started to rub it in tight little circles. A shiver crawled up her spine and a thin moan escaped her lips.\n\nFor a moment, she thought that she might've been too loud though her rational brain reminded her that not even a conversation could leave this office over the loud rumble of her air conditioner.\n\nAs such she decided to indulge herself by slipping her fingers into her panties, prodding at her soaking wet lower lips. She pushed her fingers inside, letting out a shuddering gasp as she did so. Her free hand gripped the armrest of her chair and she couldn't help but rock her hips forwards.\n\nIt had been eons since she'd done this to herself but the art came back to her quickly, her body knowing itself well and acting as an excellent guide.\n\nOn the screen the secretary was currently being berated though the older woman was also getting closer and closer to him, approaching with a seductive and tempting quality about her. Each step was marked with a sway of her bountiful hips. \n\nThen she uttered those faithful words. ``I'm going to have to discipline you...''\n\nIt turned out that her idea of discipline was to force him back against the wall and immediately cup the crotch of his pants. She fiddled with his fly and soon exposed him.\n\nCarol's eyes widened at the size of his erection, wondering if it was even possible for a creature to physically have something of that size and not pass out. Though this didn't look faked in any way.\n\nHer fingers continued to pump away as they explored, getting reacquainted with her body. She soon found the spots that worked, ushering forth hushed little moans from the back of her throat, feeding into a warmth that was soon blossoming within her core.\n\nNow the boss was splayed out across the table and the secretary was ripping off her panties, pinning her to the desk. The raw forcefulness of his actions was enough to excite Carol as her other hand instinctively cupped at her own breast, kneading into it as she fingered herself with no reluctance.\n\nShe brushed against something inside of herself, a little bundle of nerves that resulted in a gasping moan escaping her lips, one that was louder than the rest. Her pulse quickened and she looked towards the door, though no one entered.\n\nCarol chuckled nervously and continued to watch the video. \n\nIt seemed that the hunk had no problem jackhammering himself into the older woman, slamming himself into her over and over again as her moans grew louder and louder. Or well, as loud as setting the volume on her computer to five percent would allow.\n\nCarol shivered and moaned, drawing the hand away from her breast and instead using it to cup her mouth. This allowed her to moan with even more vigour with no fear of anyone outside hearing her.\n\nHer fingers pounded away with such fury and she even used her thumb to toy with her little clit. Between the two sensations, she could feel the heat inside of herself continuing to grow, fueled by the slurps and plops of her digits pumping away at her folds.\n\n``Fuck,'' she groaned from behind her hand. ``F-fuck.''\n\nThe video was twenty-minutes long but she was currently only in the fifth minute. The stud turned the woman over into a position that Carol knew. It was called doggy style. With this new position, he somehow managed to give it to her even harder with his hips clapping loudly against her backside.\n\nThere was no hope that Carol's endurance would allow her to finish this video though she enjoyed it for a few moments longer. She could feel that pressure inside of her core give out and her entire form shudder with ecstasy. She felt warm juices gush forth, soaking into her knuckles before splattering further and drenching her inner thighs.\n\n``Fuck!'' Carol barked, thankful that her hand was in the way to intercept her brash words.\n\nShe closed her eyes and leaned forwards, resting her head against the desk. Her fingers slipped free and she rested them upon the chair, taking a moment to try and collect herself. In the background the video continued to play though she managed to tune it out.\n\nThough she soon came to realize something as she sat there, literally lingering in her own juices. The orgasm had been nice but it had done little to contend with the pheromones and heat festering away inside of her.\n\nA faint groan bubbled up from the back of her throat.\n\nCarol wiped her hand off upon some tissues and returned to her computer, closing the video. Her attention then went to searching up the nature of a Reindeer's heat. This brought her to a health website that explained some of the basics.\n\nA little embarrassing but biology class was a very long time ago.\n\nIt seemed that masturbation did not work in a significant minority of cases. As such, medication or a more carnal solution might be required.\n\nMedication...\n\nCarol reached for the phone on her desk and dialed the number of her doctor's office. It rang for a solid forty seconds before finally it clicked with a voice message requesting that Carol leave a message and someone would call her back when they could.\n\nThough she didn't bother, knowing that she very likely would not be seen before her seventy-two hours of misery had fully elapsed.\n\nThat left only one option: the carnal approach.\n\nCarol worked her jaw, not liking to think about such things. She hadn't been with another person since Rudy and that had been a year ago. Who could she even call upon for help with something like this?\n\nSure, her and Rudy were on speaking terms but he was with Asgore at this point, meaning that would require infidelity. And many of the other people around her age were kept at a professional arms-length. She probably couldn't risk discussing such a subject with any of them, knowing that quite a few of them were either looking for opportunities to further their position in this town or were downright looking for an excuse to drag her reputation through the mud.\n\nSure, having no enemies was a poor boast, but Angel, Carol wished she had a few less enemies at this moment. For example, that dragon who was eying up a post in Homecity. He probably had the equipment to help with Carol's peculiar little issues. But he was also a thorn in her side for the past few election cycles so that took him off the menu.\n\nThat left the less than ethical choices to choose from.\n\nCarol sighed as she thought about her staff. They were less likely to destroy her, since their livelihoods were attached to her continued success. Still, they were also less likely to say no to her if the idea did not appeal to them for fear of retribution. \n\nShe was a principled woman and abusing power was not something that she took lightly.\n\nHer hand balled into a fist and she pounded it down upon the desk as if hoping that the blow would be enough to knock the heat loose and clear up her mind. Obviously, it did not accomplish this as she was now left with a slightly sore hand and a still lingering heat. That heat sat there, taunting her, reminding her what her workweek was going to be like unless she addressed this.\n\n``It's... it's for the good of the community,'' Carol said to herself. ``Maybe it's not strictly ethical but... but I'm sure they'd understand my needs.''\n\nCarol's mind drifted to a recent hire, a young political science student who was working a co-op program with them for the last two months. He was a strapping stallion, young and handsome with a head of long blonde hair. Sure, he was only a year or two older than her own daughter but he would fit the bill nicely.\n\nA faint moan escaped her lips as she started to replay her pornographic adventure in her head. Though she replaced the actors with herself and this stud.\n\n``Fuck it, I can worry about the ethics of this once I have a clear head,'' Carol growled.\n\nShe pressed her buzzer and was greeted by a young female voice. ``Yes, Mayor Blizzard, how can I help you?''\n\nCarol worked her jaw, feeling the last vestiges of cold hooves clinging to the back of her mind. There was one little voice of reason that was still tugging at her common sense, one little ounce of a conscience that begged her to do something rational.\n\nCouldn't she afford to take some time off?\n\nShe scoffed.\n\nAnd leave this town in the hands of the city council, it'd be anarchy within twenty-fours.\n\n``Mayor Blizzard?'' the receptionist beaconed.\n\nCarol stirred and forced a smile. ``Could you please grab Anthony and send him to my office? I am developing a new zoning bylaw and I think it would be a beneficial learning experience for him to help me with that.''\n\n``Of course, Mayor Blizzard,'' the receptionist said.\n\nCarol sighed in relief as the connection between them went dead. Part of her wished that she'd still kept a bottle of whisky in her office, a little something to help take the edge off but she had discarded such things in recent months.\n\nThankfully, she wasn't left festering in her thoughts for too long as there was soon a knock at her office door.\n\n``Come in!'' Carol called.\n\nThe door opened and a stallion, easily one or two heads taller than herself, walked in. He was dressed in a pair of navy-blue work pants with a crisp white work shirt clinging to his torso. He was built strong, that much Carol could see even through the conservative cut of his attire.\n\nHe ran a hand through his rich blonde hair before closing the door behind himself.\n\n``You needed something, Mayor Blizzard?'' Anthony asked.\n\n``Yes, I'm having a unique problem and I was hoping you could assist me with it,'' Carol stated, swallowing down those last few nerves that were still lingering within her system.\n\nIt's for the greater good...\n\nYou can't run a town when all you can think about is a fat cock between your legs.\n\nAnthony drew in a breath through his nose and seemed to pick up on something as a curious look coloured his complexion. He then sniffed again. \n\nCarol flushed but at least the colt had the good sense not to mention such things.\n\nInstead, he made his way over to the desk and placed a hand upon the back of one of Carol's seats.\n\nCarol nodded and he pulled it back before settling down within it.\n\nIt took a lot of willpower not to leap across the desk and take him like this. Though she imagined that such a brash method would not be seen as particularly legal. No, she needed to be cautious, delicate, try to win him over without applying the wrong kind of pressure.\n\n``You know...'' Carol bit her lip. ``This is an extremely competitive position.''\n\nFantastic start, you horny bitch.\n\n``And I thank you for it,'' Anthony replied.\n\nHis expression was stoic, hard to read, a mask that no emotions dared slipped through. Did he know what was about to happen?\n\nCarol drew in a breath. ``And I was wondering if I could...'' She sighed. ``I...'' Her brow tented. ``I was wondering if I could bother you to repay me for such kindness by assisting me with an intimate issue that's been plaguing me.''\n\nAnthony's eyes narrowed. ``Thought I smelled something familiar.''\n\n``It's just...'' Carol began.\n\nAnthony got up. ``I think we should end this discussion before I decide to go to monster resources.''\n\n``Wait!'' Carol barked as she lifted a hand.\n\nShe knew that she was starting to get desperate but when these were desperate times. As such, the only solution was for equally desperate measures. \n\n``I need this,'' Carol stated. ``The town requires me to have a level head for leadership and...'' She could see that the common good argument was not going sway him. So, she changed her approach. ``What would your terms be? Do you want a raise? More vacation time?''\n\nNow that seemed to have a more successful effect as Anthony at the very least turned back towards her. His expression was still critical but at the very least some of the anger had faded to something a bit more analytical.\n\n``A ten percent raise, an extra week of vacation, and an offer of a permanent contract once I'm finished with my undergrad,'' Anthony dictated, tilting his chin towards her. ``Those are my terms.''\n\nCarol worked her jaw. ``How about a six percent raise, an extra three days, and an offer of a permanent contract. I can't... I can't make it too obvious why you're getting these things. That would create issues. You understand that, right?''\n\n``Having me rat you out would make it far more obvious and problematic than an extra ten percent on my paycheques,'' Anthony rebutted, nodding towards her. ``I promise that I can be discrete if you can.''\n\nCarol huffed. ``Bastard.''\n\n``When life gives you lemons you make lemonade,'' Anthony replied.\n\nCarol drew in a breath through her nose and let it out slowly, nodding. ``Fine...''\n\n``I want it in writing,'' Anthony stated, pointing towards the fountain pen on her desk. ``Though feel free to emit any incriminating details if you'd like.''\n\nCarol grabbed her pen and a piece of paper with the mayoral letterhead upon it. She had never been known to delve into corruption but these were desperate times.\n\nShe scribbled down his demands and then signed it, placing it upon the table for him to read.\n\nAnthony glanced at it and offered a warm smile. ``It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mayor Blizzard.''\n\nAt the very least, he took no time in delaying her prize, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and popping them open one after another. Underneath was a solid white tank top which clung to his powerful chest. As he drew his arms out of the shirt's sleeves, he revealed two burgeoning biceps. At the very least, she was being rewarded well for selling out her dignity.\n\nShe got to her feet and started to do away with her own clothing, tugging off her blouse and quickly folding it. Her body was aged but it was still fine, like a bottle of wine or whisky, vastly improved through its years.\n\nIt did please her to see that Anthony's gaze was upon her body, his cheeks warming slightly at the sight of it.\n\n``Are you worried about...'' he began.\n\nCarol shook her head. ``Rebecca will know to hold my appointments for as long as I need her to. And this room is largely soundproof. It would take a rather loud kerfuffle for anyone outside to hear us.''\n\nShe did away with her skirt next, flushing as she realized just how wet her panties were. The heat in her cheeks only emboldened as she realized that she had also garnered Anthony's attention with this.\n\n``Angel you're down bad,'' he quipped.\n\nCarol snorted. ``I don't sell my dignity unless it's desperate.''\n\n``Almost makes me wish I'd asked for more,'' Anthony chided, flashing a bastardly smile.\n\nCarol?s gaze narrowed and she pressed forwards, seeing no point in delaying their exchange any longer. She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled herself against him, planting her lips hungrily against his neck.\n\nA short gasp escaped his lips as she bit down and suckled, wondering if his hide would obscure the marks she'd left behind.\n\n``Fuck,'' Anthony whispered.\n\nHe pressed back upon her and pushed her towards the desk, not stopping until she bumped against it. She sat down upon the edge of it and allowed his hand to slip under the waistline of her panties, peeling them away. \n\nA shiver coursed through her as she felt the cool air against her needy cunt, her juices making it that much colder. Soon she felt his bulky hand against her lower lips, two rough fingers rubbing against them.\n\nCarol moaned and reached forth, grabbing clumsily at his belt and tugging at it, trying desperately to do away with it. She found some success, yanking it free and tossing it aside. Her fingers then fumbled at his fly and popped it open.\n\nHis erection spilled out, falling into the palm of her hand. It was long and thick, just like the one in the video. It had an unflared tip and a fat medial ring lingering part of the way down. She stroked at it, giving special attention to the tip where a bead of something sticky had begun to ooze forth.\n\n``How do you want to do this?'' Anthony whispered, reaching up and placing a hand upon her cheek.\n\nHis coolness had faded and a little warmth had entered his complexion, a thin smile present upon his lips.\n\n``What do you mean?'' Carol whispered, feeling silly and young, not knowing how affairs such as these were supposed to work.\n\n``Do you want foreplay or do you want me to skip right to the main course?'' Anthony asked.\n\nCarol closed her eyes and considered it, though only for a moment. She was at work and just needed her mind liberated from the shroud of hormones which had smothered her common sense, reason, and critical thinking abilities. Whatever did that the fastest was most desirable.\n\n``Just fuck me,'' she whispered, reaching up and grabbing his hair. ``I can barely think straight.''\n\nAnthony snorted. ``That much is obvious.''\n\nHe readjusted himself, batting her hand away and instead grasping his cock himself. As Carol looked down, she saw that he was aligning the rounded tip with her tight little hole. A part of her wondered if she could actually handle something like this though any rationality had fled her mind once this meeting had begun.\n\n``Can I call you something other than Mayor Blizzard,'' Anthony teased.\n\nCarol smirked and shook her head. ``Call me whatever you'd like.''\n\nAnthony chuckled though kept his mouth shut on what that name might be. Instead, he pressed the tip of his cock against her folds and pushed it forwards. Slowly, his erection started to slip inside.\n\nCarol shivered and let out a stuttering moan as she clung to Anthony, feeling her lower lips cradling him. She was tight but her abundant wetness seemed to get the job done, allowing him to slowly buck his hips forwards and work his way deeper and deeper with every movement.\n\n``Fucking slut,'' Anthony jeered. ``Can't believe you're actually depraved enough to fuck your subordinates.'' He scoffed and shook his head. ``You're a goddamn cliche, I hope you know that.''\n\nNormally, Carol wouldn't allow anyone to insult her like that but there was something about his words that were so enticing, making her voice rise to the challenge.\n\nShe scoffed. ``At least, I didn't prostitute myself.''\n\n``Fuck you,'' Anthony growled. ``Maybe pay your employees better, you rich whore.''\n\nHe braced a hand upon the desk and drew back, pumping forwards even harsher than before. His cock plowed roughly into her needy hole and slid deep inside of her after a couple of fluid thrusts. \n\nCarol gasped. Her eyes went wide as she felt so utterly stuffed at the moment.\n\n``Fuck,'' she whispered.\n\n``You?re lucky that I'm taking pity on you,'' Anthony jeered.\n\nHe braced his other hand upon her shoulder and pressed her forcefully against her desk, knocking aside all sorts of documents and office supplies, clattering them to the floor. In response, Carol wrapped her legs around his waist, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to draw away without finishing the job.\n\nNot that it seemed like Anthony had any intention of doing such a thing. In fact, he growled and began to work his hips back and forth, plowing deeper and deeper into Carol's soaking wet cunt, ravishing her like that stud in the video.\n\nHis hand came forth and he groped at her breast, giving it a firm squeeze.\n\nCarol cried out, barking a note that was a mix of pain and pleasure. Her eyes were wide with a half-crazed quality, hungry with lust. She held her grip upon his hair while digging her nails into his chest and racking them across his hide. They left behind a series of thin white lines which soon grew tainted with a small amount of bloody red.\n\n``Oh, do you want it rough?'' Anthony growled, clearly knowing the answer.\n\nHe moved his hand away from her breast and instead gripped at her throat, pinning her head firmly to the desk and squeezing. His fingers clenched down upon the two little arteries inside of her neck, compressing them \n\nIt took Carol a moment to realize that she was asphyxiating. And honestly, she adored the sensation. There was something so raw and taboo about it.\n\nAnthony snarled and thrust forwards even harsher, his hips slapping against her backside over and over, his shaft slapping away at her tight little cunt. He huffed for breath as he used her, beads of sweat forming upon his brow.\n\nA warmth started to blossom within Carol's lungs though it was a distraction compared to the raw inferno between her legs. She could feel her orgasm growing near. It was eased along by every furious thrust into her.\n\nAnthony's grip weakened and Carol breathed, glaring at him.\n\n``Do you treat whores so gently,'' Carol snarled.\n\nAnthony scoffed and responded by slapping her across the face. The crack of palm against cheek was sharp, leaving Carol dazed. The burn in her complexion was euphoric, the note of pain kind of addictive. \n\nHer response was to yank on his hair, pulling it back and resulting in him wincing in pain, hissing through his clenched teeth.\n\n``I'm...'' Carol began.\n\nOnce more Anthony's hand came forth and groped at her throat, silencing her. \n\nCarol's back arched away from the desk, pressing against his body. She could feel herself riding the edge, balancing on that precarious point as Anthony hammered into her again and again.\n\nAnthony's tempo seemed to tarry, his pace slowing by a mere degree. His breathing was heavy and Carol could feel his pulse hammering within his chest.\n\n``Cum for me,'' he growled.\n\nIt was like Carol's body had been waiting for this request, her entire form shuddering as she once more tipped over the edge. Her orgasm was far more intense as it washed over his pride, her walls cradling him tightly.\n\nShe closed her eyes and let out a muted moan, whining with what limited ability she still had to do so.\n\nAnthony managed one final thrust into her, bottoming out and letting out a growling moan. The head of his erection flared and his entire pride twitched inside of her with a mighty eruption of seed shooting forth and flooding her inner walls.\n\nHis grip on her throat loosened as he drew back and thrust feebly forwards again, depositing a couple more spurts of fertility inside of her. By the time these had finished, the two of them lingered in the afterglow, panting for breath with sweat clinging to their bodies.\n\nAnthony drew away without ceremony and stumbled back, thudding into one of the office chairs.\n\nCarol took a moment to collect herself, feeling so many different fluids draining out of her well-used hole. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting out a fragmented string of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.\n\n``Is your issue taken care of?'' Anthony asked.\n\nCarol realized that there was no more warmth nagging at her body, no more hormonal shroud clouding her thoughts.\n\nShe nodded. ``Yes, my heat has been adequately handled. Thank you very much for your assistance with that.''\n\n``No problem,'' Anthony teased. ``I'm always looking for new ways to make myself useful around the office.''\n\nCarol slowly sat up and saw that she had leaked onto her desk, frowning at the sight of the mess left behind. Meanwhile, Anthony just sat there, still catching his breath as his pride started to soften between his legs.\n\n``That was...'' Carol worked her jaw. ``That was interesting, to say the least.''\n\n``I never took you for such a freak, Mayor Blizzard,'' Anthony stated.\n\n``You seem to have awakened something in me,'' Carol replied, offering a tight smile. ``I just hope I have an opportunity to explore it again in the future.''\n\nShe got up and looked around the office, trying to find something to help clean up some of her shame. Unfortunately, the only thing available was a box of tissues which would be extremely hopeless at handling the task.''\n\nCarol sighed. ``Any ideas on how to get out of this one?''\n\n``I get dressed and grabbed something from the cleaning closet,'' Anthony stated before holding up a hand. ``Discreetly of course.''\n\n``You make it sound like this isn't your first rodeo,'' Carol chided.\n\nAnthony smirked. ``How do you think I graduated with honours, Mayor Blizzard.''\n\nHe got up and reached for his pants.\n\n``One more thing...'' Carol began.\n\nAnthony paused and lifted a brow.\n\nCarol drew in a breath and looked at him. ``Can I recommend something extremely uncouth...''\n\nAnthony smirked and nodded for her to continue.\n\n``Can we schedule this on a weekly basis?'' Carol asked.\n\nAnthony chuckled. ``Sure thing, Mayor Blizzard. Though may I suggest moving this to a different venue. One where we don't need to worry about getting caught in the middle of things.''\n\n``Dinner at my place?'' Carol suggested.\n\nAnthony nodded. ``Sounds lovely.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Biology could be such a troublesome thing to contend with. Carol had been alive for forty-three years and of those forty-three, twenty-seven of them had been paired with an annual heat. Three days a year, every year that came like clockwork where she was left in a rut, both literally and figuratively. And it just so happened that those three days began on a Tuesday of all days this year, smack dab in the middle of a busy workweek.

Carol's nostrils flared as she could smell her own essence, heavy upon the air, making it so woefully difficult for her to focus on her work. Opening a window hadn't helped, not in the slightest, only resulting in the warm August air flooding in and contending with her air conditioning, making the room that much more stifling to be in.

A part of her missed her ex-husband, to an extent, even after their divorce. He had at least provided her with a remedy for these trying times and without him all Carol could do was attempt to weather the storm on her own.

Her eyes moved towards the clock on her desk, seeing that it wasn't even lunch time yet. What had it been, a mere couple of hours so far? She could already feel her mind muddled and clouded, her ability to pull together decisions becoming more and more endangered. This was not the mind of a leader, not the mind of someone who could make tough and decisive decisions when needed. At this point she was little better than a hormonal teenager, driven by her own bodily functions.

She huffed, feeling very much like she had at sixteen, a dumb little horny reindeer, stewing helplessly in her own troublesome biology.

Carol let out a heavy sigh and closed her eyes. She rubbed the bridge of her snout between her forefinger and thumb, massaging it tenderly and trying her best to focus. It seemed to help, if only a little. Though as Carol opened her eyes, she realized that there was a document sitting on her desktop that she couldn't recall opening. It was full of objectives that all required responses that she was hopelessly unable to provide when her mind was like this.

Who could worry about tweaks to zoning bylaws when her panties were soaked by nature itself and all she could think about was a fat cock plowing into her over and over again? She bumped a fist against her forehead as if hoping it would reboot her psyche as if it were a computer that had just frozen.

``I can't work like this,'' Carol declared as she bonked her head against her desk. ``I hate this...''

If nature was the obstacle, then maybe nature could also provide the remedy. After all, Rudy had always been able to help with the worst of her heat. As such maybe a little strategic stimulation could help with that.

Carol glanced at her computer and opened a web browser, turning her attention towards the door and ensuring that the blinds were drawn. No one in their right mind would ever enter her office unprompted, meaning she'd be able to hide this.

How did the youth even find this kind of stuff nowadays?

She hadn't searched for porn since college and back then it came in magazines and was played in shady little theatres.

Carol drew in a breath and went over to Google, simply typing in `porn'. This seemed to accomplish the task as various websites of dubious integrity popped up. In fact, according to Google there were more than five billion such results in their databases.

A website called Pornhub vaguely rang a bell so Carol went there. Her cheeks instantly warmed as young monsters, who were about half her age, filled the screen doing all sorts of things that were very... crass.

``How could anyone possibly find something to watch on this website,'' Carol grumbled, roving the screen and scrolling through their selection ``No, no, no, isn't that a slur... no, no, hmm...''

A video about a secretary getting fucked by his boss... now that felt like a fantasy that Carol could jive with. With one final glance towards the door, she turned on the video before nestling back into the comfort of her plush computer chair.

Carol left the audio to a minimal level, watching as a young stud dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of tight jeans entered his boss' office. The boss, a woman likely only a decade younger than Carol, berated him for breaking the dress code.

``Now isn't that an understatement,'' Carol grumbled.

She reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it. Underneath was a pair of striped panties that were utterly soaked in pheromone rich juices. She couldn't believe that she was doing this as she pressed two fingers against the mound and started to rub it in tight little circles. A shiver crawled up her spine and a thin moan escaped her lips.

For a moment, she thought that she might've been too loud though her rational brain reminded her that not even a conversation could leave this office over the loud rumble of her air conditioner.

As such she decided to indulge herself by slipping her fingers into her panties, prodding at her soaking wet lower lips. She pushed her fingers inside, letting out a shuddering gasp as she did so. Her free hand gripped the armrest of her chair and she couldn't help but rock her hips forwards.

It had been eons since she'd done this to herself but the art came back to her quickly, her body knowing itself well and acting as an excellent guide.

On the screen the secretary was currently being berated though the older woman was also getting closer and closer to him, approaching with a seductive and tempting quality about her. Each step was marked with a sway of her bountiful hips.

Then she uttered those faithful words. ``I'm going to have to discipline you...''

It turned out that her idea of discipline was to force him back against the wall and immediately cup the crotch of his pants. She fiddled with his fly and soon exposed him.

Carol's eyes widened at the size of his erection, wondering if it was even possible for a creature to physically have something of that size and not pass out. Though this didn't look faked in any way.

Her fingers continued to pump away as they explored, getting reacquainted with her body. She soon found the spots that worked, ushering forth hushed little moans from the back of her throat, feeding into a warmth that was soon blossoming within her core.

Now the boss was splayed out across the table and the secretary was ripping off her panties, pinning her to the desk. The raw forcefulness of his actions was enough to excite Carol as her other hand instinctively cupped at her own breast, kneading into it as she fingered herself with no reluctance.

She brushed against something inside of herself, a little bundle of nerves that resulted in a gasping moan escaping her lips, one that was louder than the rest. Her pulse quickened and she looked towards the door, though no one entered.

Carol chuckled nervously and continued to watch the video.

It seemed that the hunk had no problem jackhammering himself into the older woman, slamming himself into her over and over again as her moans grew louder and louder. Or well, as loud as setting the volume on her computer to five percent would allow.

Carol shivered and moaned, drawing the hand away from her breast and instead using it to cup her mouth. This allowed her to moan with even more vigour with no fear of anyone outside hearing her.

Her fingers pounded away with such fury and she even used her thumb to toy with her little clit. Between the two sensations, she could feel the heat inside of herself continuing to grow, fueled by the slurps and plops of her digits pumping away at her folds.

``Fuck,'' she groaned from behind her hand. ``F-fuck.''

The video was twenty-minutes long but she was currently only in the fifth minute. The stud turned the woman over into a position that Carol knew. It was called doggy style. With this new position, he somehow managed to give it to her even harder with his hips clapping loudly against her backside.

There was no hope that Carol's endurance would allow her to finish this video though she enjoyed it for a few moments longer. She could feel that pressure inside of her core give out and her entire form shudder with ecstasy. She felt warm juices gush forth, soaking into her knuckles before splattering further and drenching her inner thighs.

``Fuck!'' Carol barked, thankful that her hand was in the way to intercept her brash words.

She closed her eyes and leaned forwards, resting her head against the desk. Her fingers slipped free and she rested them upon the chair, taking a moment to try and collect herself. In the background the video continued to play though she managed to tune it out.

Though she soon came to realize something as she sat there, literally lingering in her own juices. The orgasm had been nice but it had done little to contend with the pheromones and heat festering away inside of her.

A faint groan bubbled up from the back of her throat.

Carol wiped her hand off upon some tissues and returned to her computer, closing the video. Her attention then went to searching up the nature of a Reindeer's heat. This brought her to a health website that explained some of the basics.

A little embarrassing but biology class was a very long time ago.

It seemed that masturbation did not work in a significant minority of cases. As such, medication or a more carnal solution might be required.

Medication...

Carol reached for the phone on her desk and dialed the number of her doctor's office. It rang for a solid forty seconds before finally it clicked with a voice message requesting that Carol leave a message and someone would call her back when they could.

Though she didn't bother, knowing that she very likely would not be seen before her seventy-two hours of misery had fully elapsed.

That left only one option: the carnal approach.

Carol worked her jaw, not liking to think about such things. She hadn't been with another person since Rudy and that had been a year ago. Who could she even call upon for help with something like this?

Sure, her and Rudy were on speaking terms but he was with Asgore at this point, meaning that would require infidelity. And many of the other people around her age were kept at a professional arms-length. She probably couldn't risk discussing such a subject with any of them, knowing that quite a few of them were either looking for opportunities to further their position in this town or were downright looking for an excuse to drag her reputation through the mud.

Sure, having no enemies was a poor boast, but Angel, Carol wished she had a few less enemies at this moment. For example, that dragon who was eying up a post in Homecity. He probably had the equipment to help with Carol's peculiar little issues. But he was also a thorn in her side for the past few election cycles so that took him off the menu.

That left the less than ethical choices to choose from.

Carol sighed as she thought about her staff. They were less likely to destroy her, since their livelihoods were attached to her continued success. Still, they were also less likely to say no to her if the idea did not appeal to them for fear of retribution.

She was a principled woman and abusing power was not something that she took lightly.

Her hand balled into a fist and she pounded it down upon the desk as if hoping that the blow would be enough to knock the heat loose and clear up her mind. Obviously, it did not accomplish this as she was now left with a slightly sore hand and a still lingering heat. That heat sat there, taunting her, reminding her what her workweek was going to be like unless she addressed this.

``It's... it's for the good of the community,'' Carol said to herself. ``Maybe it's not strictly ethical but... but I'm sure they'd understand my needs.''

Carol's mind drifted to a recent hire, a young political science student who was working a co-op program with them for the last two months. He was a strapping stallion, young and handsome with a head of long blonde hair. Sure, he was only a year or two older than her own daughter but he would fit the bill nicely.

A faint moan escaped her lips as she started to replay her pornographic adventure in her head. Though she replaced the actors with herself and this stud.

``Fuck it, I can worry about the ethics of this once I have a clear head,'' Carol growled.

She pressed her buzzer and was greeted by a young female voice. ``Yes, Mayor Blizzard, how can I help you?''

Carol worked her jaw, feeling the last vestiges of cold hooves clinging to the back of her mind. There was one little voice of reason that was still tugging at her common sense, one little ounce of a conscience that begged her to do something rational.

Couldn't she afford to take some time off?

She scoffed.

And leave this town in the hands of the city council, it'd be anarchy within twenty-fours.

``Mayor Blizzard?'' the receptionist beaconed.

Carol stirred and forced a smile. ``Could you please grab Anthony and send him to my office? I am developing a new zoning bylaw and I think it would be a beneficial learning experience for him to help me with that.''

``Of course, Mayor Blizzard,'' the receptionist said.

Carol sighed in relief as the connection between them went dead. Part of her wished that she'd still kept a bottle of whisky in her office, a little something to help take the edge off but she had discarded such things in recent months.

Thankfully, she wasn't left festering in her thoughts for too long as there was soon a knock at her office door.

``Come in!'' Carol called.

The door opened and a stallion, easily one or two heads taller than herself, walked in. He was dressed in a pair of navy-blue work pants with a crisp white work shirt clinging to his torso. He was built strong, that much Carol could see even through the conservative cut of his attire.

He ran a hand through his rich blonde hair before closing the door behind himself.

``You needed something, Mayor Blizzard?'' Anthony asked.

``Yes, I'm having a unique problem and I was hoping you could assist me with it,'' Carol stated, swallowing down those last few nerves that were still lingering within her system.

It's for the greater good...

You can't run a town when all you can think about is a fat cock between your legs.

Anthony drew in a breath through his nose and seemed to pick up on something as a curious look coloured his complexion. He then sniffed again.

Carol flushed but at least the colt had the good sense not to mention such things.

Instead, he made his way over to the desk and placed a hand upon the back of one of Carol's seats.

Carol nodded and he pulled it back before settling down within it.

It took a lot of willpower not to leap across the desk and take him like this. Though she imagined that such a brash method would not be seen as particularly legal. No, she needed to be cautious, delicate, try to win him over without applying the wrong kind of pressure.

``You know...'' Carol bit her lip. ``This is an extremely competitive position.''

Fantastic start, you horny bitch.

``And I thank you for it,'' Anthony replied.

His expression was stoic, hard to read, a mask that no emotions dared slipped through. Did he know what was about to happen?

Carol drew in a breath. ``And I was wondering if I could...'' She sighed. ``I...'' Her brow tented. ``I was wondering if I could bother you to repay me for such kindness by assisting me with an intimate issue that's been plaguing me.''

Anthony's eyes narrowed. ``Thought I smelled something familiar.''

``It's just...'' Carol began.

Anthony got up. ``I think we should end this discussion before I decide to go to monster resources.''

``Wait!'' Carol barked as she lifted a hand.

She knew that she was starting to get desperate but when these were desperate times. As such, the only solution was for equally desperate measures.

``I need this,'' Carol stated. ``The town requires me to have a level head for leadership and...'' She could see that the common good argument was not going sway him. So, she changed her approach. ``What would your terms be? Do you want a raise? More vacation time?''

Now that seemed to have a more successful effect as Anthony at the very least turned back towards her. His expression was still critical but at the very least some of the anger had faded to something a bit more analytical.

``A ten percent raise, an extra week of vacation, and an offer of a permanent contract once I'm finished with my undergrad,'' Anthony dictated, tilting his chin towards her. ``Those are my terms.''

Carol worked her jaw. ``How about a six percent raise, an extra three days, and an offer of a permanent contract. I can't... I can't make it too obvious why you're getting these things. That would create issues. You understand that, right?''

``Having me rat you out would make it far more obvious and problematic than an extra ten percent on my paycheques,'' Anthony rebutted, nodding towards her. ``I promise that I can be discrete if you can.''

Carol huffed. ``Bastard.''

``When life gives you lemons you make lemonade,'' Anthony replied.

Carol drew in a breath through her nose and let it out slowly, nodding. ``Fine...''

``I want it in writing,'' Anthony stated, pointing towards the fountain pen on her desk. ``Though feel free to emit any incriminating details if you'd like.''

Carol grabbed her pen and a piece of paper with the mayoral letterhead upon it. She had never been known to delve into corruption but these were desperate times.

She scribbled down his demands and then signed it, placing it upon the table for him to read.

Anthony glanced at it and offered a warm smile. ``It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mayor Blizzard.''

At the very least, he took no time in delaying her prize, reaching for the buttons on his shirt and popping them open one after another. Underneath was a solid white tank top which clung to his powerful chest. As he drew his arms out of the shirt's sleeves, he revealed two burgeoning biceps. At the very least, she was being rewarded well for selling out her dignity.

She got to her feet and started to do away with her own clothing, tugging off her blouse and quickly folding it. Her body was aged but it was still fine, like a bottle of wine or whisky, vastly improved through its years.

It did please her to see that Anthony's gaze was upon her body, his cheeks warming slightly at the sight of it.

``Are you worried about...'' he began.

Carol shook her head. ``Rebecca will know to hold my appointments for as long as I need her to. And this room is largely soundproof. It would take a rather loud kerfuffle for anyone outside to hear us.''

She did away with her skirt next, flushing as she realized just how wet her panties were. The heat in her cheeks only emboldened as she realized that she had also garnered Anthony's attention with this.

``Angel you're down bad,'' he quipped.

Carol snorted. ``I don't sell my dignity unless it's desperate.''

``Almost makes me wish I'd asked for more,'' Anthony chided, flashing a bastardly smile.

Carol?s gaze narrowed and she pressed forwards, seeing no point in delaying their exchange any longer. She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled herself against him, planting her lips hungrily against his neck.

A short gasp escaped his lips as she bit down and suckled, wondering if his hide would obscure the marks she'd left behind.

``Fuck,'' Anthony whispered.

He pressed back upon her and pushed her towards the desk, not stopping until she bumped against it. She sat down upon the edge of it and allowed his hand to slip under the waistline of her panties, peeling them away.

A shiver coursed through her as she felt the cool air against her needy cunt, her juices making it that much colder. Soon she felt his bulky hand against her lower lips, two rough fingers rubbing against them.

Carol moaned and reached forth, grabbing clumsily at his belt and tugging at it, trying desperately to do away with it. She found some success, yanking it free and tossing it aside. Her fingers then fumbled at his fly and popped it open.

His erection spilled out, falling into the palm of her hand. It was long and thick, just like the one in the video. It had an unflared tip and a fat medial ring lingering part of the way down. She stroked at it, giving special attention to the tip where a bead of something sticky had begun to ooze forth.

``How do you want to do this?'' Anthony whispered, reaching up and placing a hand upon her cheek.

His coolness had faded and a little warmth had entered his complexion, a thin smile present upon his lips.

``What do you mean?'' Carol whispered, feeling silly and young, not knowing how affairs such as these were supposed to work.

``Do you want foreplay or do you want me to skip right to the main course?'' Anthony asked.

Carol closed her eyes and considered it, though only for a moment. She was at work and just needed her mind liberated from the shroud of hormones which had smothered her common sense, reason, and critical thinking abilities. Whatever did that the fastest was most desirable.

``Just fuck me,'' she whispered, reaching up and grabbing his hair. ``I can barely think straight.''

Anthony snorted. ``That much is obvious.''

He readjusted himself, batting her hand away and instead grasping his cock himself. As Carol looked down, she saw that he was aligning the rounded tip with her tight little hole. A part of her wondered if she could actually handle something like this though any rationality had fled her mind once this meeting had begun.

``Can I call you something other than Mayor Blizzard,'' Anthony teased.

Carol smirked and shook her head. ``Call me whatever you'd like.''

Anthony chuckled though kept his mouth shut on what that name might be. Instead, he pressed the tip of his cock against her folds and pushed it forwards. Slowly, his erection started to slip inside.

Carol shivered and let out a stuttering moan as she clung to Anthony, feeling her lower lips cradling him. She was tight but her abundant wetness seemed to get the job done, allowing him to slowly buck his hips forwards and work his way deeper and deeper with every movement.

``Fucking slut,'' Anthony jeered. ``Can't believe you're actually depraved enough to fuck your subordinates.'' He scoffed and shook his head. ``You're a goddamn cliche, I hope you know that.''

Normally, Carol wouldn't allow anyone to insult her like that but there was something about his words that were so enticing, making her voice rise to the challenge.

She scoffed. ``At least, I didn't prostitute myself.''

``Fuck you,'' Anthony growled. ``Maybe pay your employees better, you rich whore.''

He braced a hand upon the desk and drew back, pumping forwards even harsher than before. His cock plowed roughly into her needy hole and slid deep inside of her after a couple of fluid thrusts.

Carol gasped. Her eyes went wide as she felt so utterly stuffed at the moment.

``Fuck,'' she whispered.

``You?re lucky that I'm taking pity on you,'' Anthony jeered.

He braced his other hand upon her shoulder and pressed her forcefully against her desk, knocking aside all sorts of documents and office supplies, clattering them to the floor. In response, Carol wrapped her legs around his waist, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to draw away without finishing the job.

Not that it seemed like Anthony had any intention of doing such a thing. In fact, he growled and began to work his hips back and forth, plowing deeper and deeper into Carol's soaking wet cunt, ravishing her like that stud in the video.

His hand came forth and he groped at her breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

Carol cried out, barking a note that was a mix of pain and pleasure. Her eyes were wide with a half-crazed quality, hungry with lust. She held her grip upon his hair while digging her nails into his chest and racking them across his hide. They left behind a series of thin white lines which soon grew tainted with a small amount of bloody red.

``Oh, do you want it rough?'' Anthony growled, clearly knowing the answer.

He moved his hand away from her breast and instead gripped at her throat, pinning her head firmly to the desk and squeezing. His fingers clenched down upon the two little arteries inside of her neck, compressing them

It took Carol a moment to realize that she was asphyxiating. And honestly, she adored the sensation. There was something so raw and taboo about it.

Anthony snarled and thrust forwards even harsher, his hips slapping against her backside over and over, his shaft slapping away at her tight little cunt. He huffed for breath as he used her, beads of sweat forming upon his brow.

A warmth started to blossom within Carol's lungs though it was a distraction compared to the raw inferno between her legs. She could feel her orgasm growing near. It was eased along by every furious thrust into her.

Anthony's grip weakened and Carol breathed, glaring at him.

``Do you treat whores so gently,'' Carol snarled.

Anthony scoffed and responded by slapping her across the face. The crack of palm against cheek was sharp, leaving Carol dazed. The burn in her complexion was euphoric, the note of pain kind of addictive.

Her response was to yank on his hair, pulling it back and resulting in him wincing in pain, hissing through his clenched teeth.

``I'm...'' Carol began.

Once more Anthony's hand came forth and groped at her throat, silencing her.

Carol's back arched away from the desk, pressing against his body. She could feel herself riding the edge, balancing on that precarious point as Anthony hammered into her again and again.

Anthony's tempo seemed to tarry, his pace slowing by a mere degree. His breathing was heavy and Carol could feel his pulse hammering within his chest.

``Cum for me,'' he growled.

It was like Carol's body had been waiting for this request, her entire form shuddering as she once more tipped over the edge. Her orgasm was far more intense as it washed over his pride, her walls cradling him tightly.

She closed her eyes and let out a muted moan, whining with what limited ability she still had to do so.

Anthony managed one final thrust into her, bottoming out and letting out a growling moan. The head of his erection flared and his entire pride twitched inside of her with a mighty eruption of seed shooting forth and flooding her inner walls.

His grip on her throat loosened as he drew back and thrust feebly forwards again, depositing a couple more spurts of fertility inside of her. By the time these had finished, the two of them lingered in the afterglow, panting for breath with sweat clinging to their bodies.

Anthony drew away without ceremony and stumbled back, thudding into one of the office chairs.

Carol took a moment to collect herself, feeling so many different fluids draining out of her well-used hole. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting out a fragmented string of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.

``Is your issue taken care of?'' Anthony asked.

Carol realized that there was no more warmth nagging at her body, no more hormonal shroud clouding her thoughts.

She nodded. ``Yes, my heat has been adequately handled. Thank you very much for your assistance with that.''

``No problem,'' Anthony teased. ``I'm always looking for new ways to make myself useful around the office.''

Carol slowly sat up and saw that she had leaked onto her desk, frowning at the sight of the mess left behind. Meanwhile, Anthony just sat there, still catching his breath as his pride started to soften between his legs.

``That was...'' Carol worked her jaw. ``That was interesting, to say the least.''

``I never took you for such a freak, Mayor Blizzard,'' Anthony stated.

``You seem to have awakened something in me,'' Carol replied, offering a tight smile. ``I just hope I have an opportunity to explore it again in the future.''

She got up and looked around the office, trying to find something to help clean up some of her shame. Unfortunately, the only thing available was a box of tissues which would be extremely hopeless at handling the task.''

Carol sighed. ``Any ideas on how to get out of this one?''

``I get dressed and grabbed something from the cleaning closet,'' Anthony stated before holding up a hand. ``Discreetly of course.''

``You make it sound like this isn't your first rodeo,'' Carol chided.

Anthony smirked. ``How do you think I graduated with honours, Mayor Blizzard.''

He got up and reached for his pants.

``One more thing...'' Carol began.

Anthony paused and lifted a brow.

Carol drew in a breath and looked at him. ``Can I recommend something extremely uncouth...''

Anthony smirked and nodded for her to continue.

``Can we schedule this on a weekly basis?'' Carol asked.

Anthony chuckled. ``Sure thing, Mayor Blizzard. Though may I suggest moving this to a different venue. One where we don't need to worry about getting caught in the middle of things.''

``Dinner at my place?'' Carol suggested.

Anthony nodded. ``Sounds lovely.''

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