This erotic story features anthropomorphic (furry) characters, intelligent humanoid beings with both animal and human characteristics.
"How To Climb The Corporate Ladder"
SHORT STORY
Lucia Montoya reclined in her luxurious office chair as the morning light beamed through the wall-high glass window behind her. On the seventeenth floor and proud of her managerial position, the white-and-brown-striped tigress let out a sigh whilst letting a file fall onto her desk with a wispy
thwack.
The employee standing opposite her waited for a response. Human. Male. Sweating slightly. All his weight bore down on his right leg, and his hands danced nervously β fidgeting that he struggled to hide from his superior. His attention jumped between his boss' broad form, her keyboard β cast to one side for their meeting β and the tall, steaming cup of coffee that sat a few feet to the left. He watched her drink from the large cup, hearing a hearty gulp come from her furred maw.
As the brawny tigress grumbled, he moved his mouth to speak, but she got the first word in:
"Read your proposal."
"D-did you like it?"
"Mmm-hmm..." Lucia took another sip of coffee. "Good work. Though..." She watched him shift his weight onto his other leg, a slight case of nerves coming over him.
"Uhh, what is it?" he asked, putting his hands behind his back.
"Don't think I didn't notice the cosy position you put yourself in. Trying to slip a raise past me?"
The tigress shot him a look that spoke volumes. Beneath her narrowed gaze her underling inched backwards. "I just thoughtβ" he said, before a loud squeak from Lucia's leather chair cut him off. Her eyes devoured him, studying him with extreme intent. He kept his head down.
"Cheeky, but I like it."
"Thank you."
"Interested in a promotion, hun?"
He looked up, face brightened. "Seriously?"
"Sure. Your work in impeccable. I definitely can't complain." Her next sentence came with a sly wink, and a more...sensual tone: "but you'll need to do more than that to
earn
one."
Her employee's expression faltered, but a sudden surge of confidence steeled his nerves. "I'll do anything," he said, matter-of-factly, "anything. You name it!"
Lucia uttered the word 'wonderful' in a low whisper. Enough to tickle her subordinate's senses, and encourage him to...think
big.
"Pop down to Accounting, and ask for Form 113B," she said, her voice returning to its authoritative, yet cordial, tone. "Fill it out, and come back upstairs. I'll be waiting." She dismissed him, watching his exit with a hastening hunger. Lucia took this moment to relax. She leaned far back in her chair, arms extended, and stretched. Her mighty figure strained as she applied pressure to her muscles, pulling and pulling until a satisfying burn smouldered amid each joint and sinew. "Ahhh..."
Alone, she rubbed her eyes and cursed her early start. What she wouldn't give for an extra hour to two in bed, head cleared of any work talk. Still, she had a job to do, even if she was very senior in the company. That, however, did mean she had 'wiggle' room. Room to...
abuse
her power over others.
The tigress groaned. Her striped fur brushed against the collar of a tight dress suit β solid black blazer and pristine white shirt with a plunging v-neck that exposed a tuft of unruly fluff, and more besides. Her mongrel ancestry gave her a curious colouration: Siberian on one side of her family, and a varied mix of orange, beige, and umber felines (from across the world) on the other. She placed her hands on her desk, and rolled herself back a small distance, ass firmly planted in her executive-style chair.
Lucia moved her legs, placing her foot-paws forward. Softly, she pressed her heels into the carpeted floor and dragged. Her open sandal heels surrendered to her motion, and her feet slipped out from the pair quickly. Settling her broad paws on the floor, toes scrunching as her rough pads found a place to bury themselves among the fibres, she breathed heavily. A hand lay over her eyes, and rubbed her brow. She felt relieved. The sore straps of her sandals were no more, and her feet were free to roam the space beneath her desk β shielded from view thanks to an outward-facing wooden panel that she occasionally bumped into.
"Mhmmm..." she hummed as her legs wandered. It was bad enough having to conform to human dress sense, never mind everything else!
Tugging at her collar, she undid the uppermost button. Next, after giving her cleavage some room to breath, she moved her hands down her sides β outlining the bulky curve of her impressive feline body. A flash of memory interrupted her thoughtless murmuring. An image of her employee. She dismissed it, knowing that she was about to deal with
him
very soon.
"Mmm...soon..."
Lucia brushed her skirt. A plain affair, dark black (like the rest of her attire), it went to her knees, rumpled from repeated sitting and standing in the morning rush. That was two hours ago, and she still felt like shit.
Especially, when it came to morning wood.
Lucia felt a tightness between her legs. The tigress reached under her skirt and sighed. After a brief shuffle, her paws retreated, carrying with them a skimpy thong-piece β soon bundled and tossed into the corner. Hidden by her suitcase. The anthro spread her legs and revealed her secret. Her kind had needs, and felt them tougher than humans. And she in particular had something extra when it came to
needs.
She hiked up her skirt, revealing a package that put many men to shame. An eleven-inch monster hung from between her thighs, rocketing upright as soon as the skirt cleared. Huge, musty balls jostled the base of her shaft, caged in soft sacks of flesh and fur. A damp patch itched behind their roundness β the dripping wetness of a pussy.
That's right, Lucia Montoya was a hermaphrodite.
Herm and proud of it!
She was about to start stroking when the door swung open. Hurriedly, she threw her skirt back over her aching member...though it wouldn't be left there for long. The smartly-dressed human she'd sent away moments earlier had returned, fresh-faced and eager to
please.
"Ah, lovely! You have the form done."
He walked up to her desk, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. She smiled. He smiled back. She picked up her cup and swigged some more coffee, enough to clear her senses with its bitter broth. "Now," she said, "I don't just hand out promotions to anyone. You need to prove to me that you want this position."
"I do. I want it."
A smirk crossed her face, exposing her teeth. "How badly?"
* * *
Her human gulped as he came face-to-face with her raging hard-on. The warm red swell of her cock dangled inches from his frightened face. The faint sensation of his staccato breath on her delicate flesh filled her with joy. Naked from the waist down, still sitting in her chair, she slid forward. He retreated, crawling backwards into the void underneath her desk. Trapped. Lucia hummed to herself as she finished moving, planting her thick legs either side of the hapless human.
Seconds passed. Tense seconds.
Lucia began clacking away at her keyboard, but not before scolding her subordinate: "come on now, show some initiative! I want to see that in an employee. Especially one seeking a promotion."