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"Y-you did say brown sugar, right?" Arcy set the coffee on Frank's desk with shaky hands. "I, err, misplaced your note, but I think I remembered everything."
"Oat chai. Brown sugar. No water. No foam." Frank spoke firmly, unlike Arcy's shaky, high-pitched squealing. His black fur was slick and sleek, well-kept. A stark contrast to Arcy's floofy calico tufts.
"Yeah!" Arcy sighed with relief. "That's what I ordered."
"And the croissant?"
"Um. Croissant?"
"Yes, the chocolate croissant. I order one every. day." Frank's eyes finally left his computer monitor, to glare at his incompetent secretary. "You should know this by now."
Arcy shuddered. "Oh, um, so sorry, um, sir. I can go back right now, it won't take a moment!"
Frank shook his head. "No. You clearly can't be trusted. Vanessa!"
"Yes, sir?" Arcy's boss, Vanessa, appears as if by magic.
"Get me my croissant. And find me a new secretary."
"Of course, sir. Should I lead him out?"
"No, leave the girl here." Arcy flinched as if slapped. Vanessa always made an effort to correct Frank when he misgendered him, but this time, she only nodded and turned away. The click of her retreating heels matched Arcy's heart painfully throbbing.
"A-am I fired?" Arcy swallowed his shame, and tore his eyes off the floor to meet Frank's glowering gaze.
"No," the doberman's voice was once again calm. "Vanessa told me how much you need the money."
Arcy nodded quickly. "Y-yeah, I really do. My girl-"
"Zip it." Arcy flinched again. "I'll keep signing your checks... But no more mewling."
Arcy nodded, face red with shame once again.
"Women should only speak when asked a question."
Arcy's eyes burned. He wasn't a woman! He was-
"Look at me, girl."
Arcy looked, obedient.
"You have a pretty face. And nice tits. That's why I hired you. Got it?"
Arcy sniffled, but nodded.
"Now get on your knees and put those lips to work. If you can't make me cum before Vanessa's back, I'm docking your pay."
Frank's breathing was growing heavy. Every thrust of his hips made Arcy's jaw strain. The knot would never get past his lips. Would he really be able to make Frank cum like this?
He gagged once again, spilling spit and cum on his chest. His white button-up had been freshly ironed that morning. Now it was sticky with mixed fluids, stained so dark it was see through. His breasts showed through the clinging fabric, and with every thrust of Frank's cock, Arcy's fur dragged against the shirt, growing matted and sticky.
Frank's hands on Arcy's head released him, let him fall to the floor coughing and choking. "Damn, woman. You're terrible at this. Did nobody ever teach you how to please a man?"
Arcy knew better than to argue, than to correct Frank on his gender. Knew better than to explain that he wasn't gay. That he had a girlfriend waiting for him at home.
"I asked you a question, girl." Frank grabbed Arcy by the collar, pulled him to his knees once again. "Answer me. Haven't you sucked a dick before?"
"N-no," Arcy gurgled out. "Th-you're the first one I've touched..."
Frank's eyebrows rose. "Really? Your age, and still a virgin?" His snout pressed against Arcy's neck and he sniffed curiously. "Mmm, that's right. You mentioned a girlfriend."
As Arcy nodded meekly, Frank suddenly tore his shirt open, popping multiple buttons. "No matter," his voice was cruel in Arcy's ear as he dragged his nails over her fuzzy breasts. "You won't be the first dyke I fixed."
"Your croissant, sir."
"Leave it there, Vanessa." Frank grunted. The fur-muted slapping of bodies filled his office, now audible to the rest of the workers thanks to the open door.
"I'll reschedule your meeting with SpaRx," Vanessa could tell he wasn't going to stop any time soon. The poor secretary was laid over his desk, legs raised to Frank's shoulders as he pistoned into her pussy.
"God, that's good," Frank whispered. "That will be all, Vanessa. Unless you want to watch."
She did, actually. She'd thought she was a lesbian, too, when she was first hired. Now her pussy was dripping wet watching the way Frank's toned body moved, every thrust a perfect display of his male superiority. How could any woman compete with such a phenomenal specimen?
Vanessa squeezed her thighs together and watched as Frank stirred Arcy's pussy, stretched her to the limit with every thrust.
Arcy couldn't think. Every thought shook and crumbled under the force of Frank's onslaught. He was a machine, built for sex. His balls slapped Arcy's ass to the rhythm of his hips, his knot threatened to press inside her each time he pistoned his hips forward.
She knew he was right. That she was made to serve. It was impossible to deny, now that she was lying on display for him, taking his cock like a woman was supposed to. She'd thought she was a lesbian, thought she could pretend to be a boy to avoid admitting the truth, but Frank could see right through her.
She craved cock. She would never have her own, but she could worship his.
Frank gave Arcy what she wanted, and more. When his knot finally sank inside her, when his balls finally clenched and released his seed, Arcy was fixed.
She came around Frank's cock, tears in her eyes. She could feel his seed inside her, eager to knock her up with his puppies. His breath hissed in her ear, his growls reminding her he owned her now, as she climaxed, the strongest of her life. She squirted, pouring shame onto herself and the desk, and cried out with ecstasy.
His knot tied them together, forced her to feel him pulse inside her, forced her to ride out the orgasm, hips shaking, pussy clenching. She sobbed with pleasure, overwhelmed. Frank's cock was trapped inside her, and even when the knot shrank and he pulled out, she would never forget the way it felt, pumping her full of his cum.
His cock was perfect. She lived to serve it.