Under a Billion Stars
By Musuko

“And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again…”
	Nicky’s singing voice was...well, not too bad if I were honest. And in the dead hours of the day, it was quite nice to hear it through the divider, reminding me he was there, cheerful as ever.
	“Chaaa-aaay-aaaayn, keep us together!”
	I cringed. Not too bad, but not great either. And I was trying to concentrate. I steeled myself with a deep breath and bent forwards again, trying to ignore my aching back, trying to ignore something else…
	I typed a “s” with the tip of my tongue. Ow, my neck.
	I could hear Nicky drumming on his desk, humming to himself, happy and carefree. And then the drumming stopped, as did his singing. I waited in dread.
	“Ah!” I gasped, and heard him chuckle. The vibration in the fat plug buried in my rear had ramped up.
	“How you doing in there?” he called in a sing-song voice.
	“N-nearly done sir,” I gasped.
	“Good girl! Keep up the good work!”
	I whined loud enough for him to hear and lowered my face back to the keyboard. My tongue danced over the “l”, the “u” and the “t”. Finally, I licked the enter key, and glanced up at the screen above me.
	There I saw sentence number 194 of the 200 I had been instructed to complete, each one the same: I am a kinky slut
	“I am a kinky slut,” I whispered, repeating the mantra. And oh god did I believe it. Here I was, new years eve, in the office with Nicky all by ourselves, having volunteered for this graveyard shift, looking after the phones on the miniscule chance that one of our clients might call in. It was utterly unnecessary, and a hated job. But Nicky had volunteered us. The reason was obvious.
	“When I was young I listened to the raaaay-deee-ooooh!” he sang. I shuddered and started work on the next sentence.
	I knew from his grin when I turned up this morning that he had something wicked in mind. He had me bend over his desk and teasingly eased my panties down, hitching my skirt up. My cock had risen to the occasion, but he ignored it entirely. The cold dribble of lube followed, then the press of the plug.
	“Oh don’t be a baby,” he had said. “I know you like the big ones!”
	I had no answer for that, because I knew it to be true. And I liked the slap he gave my rear once it was in, and the way he made me pull my own panties back up. He sat in his swivel chair and watched me, grinning his infectious grin. Then came the surprise.
	“Give me your arms!”
	“W-what?”
	He snapped his fingers and pointed to his lap.
	“Take them off and put them right here.”
	My whole body had started to tingle. My instinctive defences went up against being so fundamentally helpless. Something else was up too. His eyes darted down and laughed, and reached over to press a fingertip against the tip of the tent in my skirt, pressing down...down down...then letting go to cause my hard cock to spring back up and carry my skirt up with it. I turned my head and whimpered into my shoulder, my cheeks on fire. It was ten minutes past nine at that point, with a full day of work ahead of me, and already I was trembling like a slut, wrapped around my mouse’s little finger.
	“Arms off,” he repeated, and this time I obeyed, rolling my shoulders to release the catches, feeling my prosthetics slither out of my blouse sleeves and fall towards the floor. I leant over him and eased them into his lap, letting them collapse away from me. And there I stood, delimbed and vulnerable, outwardly respectable in my office suit, tailhole stretched around a villainously-large plug, cock throbbing with fiery desire…
	He thrust a sheet of paper out towards me. On it was a single printed sentence. I am a kinky slut
	“Type that out for me sweetie. Two-hundred times should do it.”
	“But…”
	“With your tongue.”
	Realisation dawned, eliciting a small whimper in the back of my throat. Nicky looked very pleased with himself. Oh I’m a devil aren’t I, his expression seemed to say. Yes you damn well are, mine said back.
	He waggled the sheet of paper at me. “Go on then!”
	I leaned forwards and delicately gripped the edge of the paper in my teeth. “Yeth thir,” I said, turning to walk around the corner to my own cubicle.
	And that was the moment he decided to thumb the remote in his pocket and activate the vibrator in the plug. Bastard!

I slumped back in my seat, panting gently. My tongue was dry and raw. My jaw ached, as did my neck and my back. My cock throbbed with my heartbeat and rubbed against the precum-slick front of my panties, and my poor abused rear was almost numb from the vibration of the plug. But I had done it. I am a kinky slut, typed out two-hundred times.
	“I’m finished sir,” I said.
	No response.
	“Sir?”
	Silence.
	I stood up and walked on shaky legs, out of my cubicle and around the corner. I hated walking without my arms. My balance was completely off. I felt wobbly and unsteady. And that buzzing plug wasn’t helping. Nor was my aching, dripping cock. And there was nothing I could do to stroke it. Oh fuck I was so horny.
	And there he was, in his cubicle, fast asleep in his chair with his feet up on his desk, shoes kicked off.
	I stood looking at him, uncertain what to do. Should I wake him? Just wait for him to wake up on his own? If I left him, I would have to sit with the plug vibrating, with no arms. But if I woke him, then he would probably have some equally wicked and frustrating task for me to do.
	Oh you want to wake him don’t you, you dirty girl.
	I pressed my thighs together and stifled a small groan. What I wanted was to feel his mouth on my cock, and feel the sweet release of my cum painting his tongue…
	Oh that first night, when our wills played in battle against each other…

It had been an interesting day, that first day at work when I knew what he knew about me, and he knew I knew. It had been normal on the surface, each of us engaged with our own affairs. But his normally flirty attitude was now a whole other level of overt. He kept glancing at my crotch and then meeting my eyes with a knowing smile. It was as if so many months of knowing my secret was finally having a chance to spill out, pent up for so long and bursting out all in one go. I kept thinking he was going to get caught and get us into trouble, especially when he kept breaking out with the comments in front of colleagues.
	“Jael and I are looking forward to working together on some joint projects. They’ll be very rewarding!”
	“She’s a woman of many talents, I’m sure!”
	“Jael’s a true gem. So many hidden assets…”
	It just kept getting worse throughout the day. Everything he said was perfectly innocent, flattering even, at a professional level. But the hidden smiles he sent my way as he said them...it made me shiver.
	And then halfway through a meeting, I felt his foot against my shin. Sans shoe. And...oh hell, no sock either. His bare toes danced up my leg, stroking against the smooth fabric of my tights. Higher and higher. But outwardly, he looked the picture of perfect professional poise. The big meeting room table hid all his sin. He was even piping up with shrewd comments, attention totally focused on the meeting…
	...while his toes found my cock and started massaging and squeezing through my skirt. Long, agile rodent toes, stroking up and down, teasing my tip. I clenched my pen until my metal claws scored the plastic. I tried to pay attention to the discussion. It was hopeless. All I could think of was the devilish mouse teasing me under the table.
	And then, right before we wrapped up, and right as I felt the bubbling surge inside me, climax approaching...his foot withdrew and, after a subtle shifting that only I knew was him resheathing his foot in his shoe, he stood up with the others, ready to leave the room...and he looked across at me with a smile, waiting for me to stand too.
	I panicked. My cock was a lewd bulge against the front of my skirt. There was no way to hide it. And he knew it. He looked right at me, expectant, smiling impishly. And one by one, a couple of the others turned their attention to me, the only one in the room who had yet to stand…
	“Oh, before I forget, I’ve got those Marshall metrics on my desk,” said Nicky, cool and professional again, capturing the attention of my colleagues. “If you’ve got a few minutes, Mike, Alan, Jane, Amy, I’d really appreciate it if you all came to take a look.”
	And with that smooth move, he had saved me from the disaster he had created for me in the first place. He had teased me to the edge and then pulled me back from it, in more ways than one.
	I sank into the chair and breathed, head swimming, cock throbbing, and waited for my body to settle itself down.

He didn’t speak to me about it or anything like it at work, even in private. I fretted uselessly at my desk, a little bit scared, very aroused.
	Could it be…
	Could what be?
	Heh, you know.
	No, what?
	That he’s a safe voyeur?
	What does that even mean?
	That he’ll make you feel like this out in public...without ruining your life?
	M-maybe.
	And oh it’s scary knowing he could at any moment, isn’t it?
	Yeah…
	Got you wrapped around his little finger. So much for dominating his skinny little mousey body, eh?
	It’s still early…
	Perhaps!
	Perhaps nothing! Who says he isn’t going to bend over for me?
	Hmm, maybe. Can you really see it though? He’s going to want to fuck you. He’s going to want you kneeling and begging for it. He’s going to want to rub the tip of his cock against your lips and make you try to catch it in your mouth. He’s going to want to make you work for it, you little slut.
	Stop it...don’t let’s think about that now!
	Oh but it’s too much fun, isn’t it? Imagining what the view is like from his crotch, looking up his skinny naked body standing over you, knowing that you’re stronger and more dominant than him by any measure...but kneeling at his command regardless, because you love it…
	F-fuck sake...I don’t want to spend the whole day hard and leaking thinking about this!
	Yeah you do.
	No...yes...I...fuck.
The evening approached, and the office emptied out. Nicky appeared at the entrance to my cubicle, his coat over his shoulder, posing like a classic office cad, a precisely manufactured attitude, built for show. He tilted his head and smiled.
	“You’re coming home with me aren’t you.”
	It wasn’t a question.
	“Maybe. Why don’t you come home with me?”
	“Oh no. You’re coming with me.” He turned away. He practically swished. Such a campy little thing. “Come along girl!”
	I powered off my computer and stared at the blank monitor for a moment. There was no escaping it...I was going to sleep with him tonight.
	Alright, I wasn’t being quite true to myself. Of course I could escape it. There was no way that little mouse was going to force me into anything. Nothing like that was happening, and I wasn’t the least bit scared.
	But, all the same, there was no escaping it...because it was my own giddy lust that was going to have me stand up and follow him to his car.
	And his smile told me he knew it.
	Wrapped around his little finger…

I’d always liked Nicky’s apartment. I’d never seen it in this kind of situation, however. It’d always been the venue for some semi-casual social gathering of colleagues, with groups of drinkers milling and chatting and trying to one-up each other with self-aggrandising stories. With just us two in it, his apartment felt large and empty.
	He rolled his finger across the dimmer and settled the lights down to a candle’s level. I could have shrivelled up at the corniness of it.
	“So do you want to-”
	“Shh,” he said, cutting me off. “You’re not allowed to talk now.”
	“Hey, you can’t-”
	“Shh!” He touched a fingertip against my shoulder, then lifted it up in front of my nose. I was about to say something to chew up that arrogance, but then he smiled that playful, childish little smile, and all the offence disappeared. I burst into laughter!
	“Hey, what’s so funny?”
	“You! Being the big bad dominatrix. It doesn’t suit-”
	“Dominatrixes are women!”
	“Dominat...whatever then. Maybe there isn’t a word for dominant guys.”
	“There doesn’t need to be a word because guys are naturally dominant anyway.”
	I laughed harder and playfully pushed his shoulder, but he squeaked and clasped it like I had stabbed him.
	“Oh fuck, Nicky, sorry. Are you okay?”
	He waved his other paw dismissively. “It’s...ah...fine. Those claws of yours.”
	I clasped them together behind my back. Nicky rubbed at his shoulder and looked at me, thoughtful.
	“So, uh…”
	I said nothing. I let him stew. I wasn’t going to save him from the awkward silence. Let him finish that sentence.
	“So you gonna show it to me then?”
	“Show you what, Nicky?”
	“Your...you know.” He gestured vaguely.
	“I thought you’d already seen it, at the club.”
	“Only a glance. From a distance. What about seeing it up close?”
	I tilted my head just a little. “Why?”
	“So we can...uh. So we can...you know.”
	I bit back laughter, struggling to keep a straight face.
	“You wanna suck it, Nicky?”
	His eyes nearly matched the size and sphericity of his ears. “What?! No! Uh…” He nibbled at his lower lip with his pearly white incisors. He looked like a little boy, rather than a man of thirty.
	“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” I said.
	“Hah! Okay! Uh...do you want a drink first?”
	“No, straight to the bedroom is fine.” I strode past him. I knew where I was going. He followed, scampering along like a confused and meek little kid.
	Oh yeah, you take the lead. Make him realise you’re in charge!
	Yeah!
	Pfft! Sorry! You really believe that? You’re only in charge because he’s too out of his depth to actually take charge properly. Oh hell, do you think he’s a virgin? Think he’s going to ineptly rut against you and then cry afterwards?
	Don’t be silly! Maybe.
	Maybe he’ll get his spirit back, though. Maybe as soon as he sees the way you stare hungrily at his cock, he’ll realise how easy you are to manipulate and he’ll have you bouncing on it like the needy slut you are.
	Hey!
	Oh please, you know it’s true.
	No way. I’m going to start this thing off right and put him where I want him, and that’s down on his knees and begging nicely for me.
	“Jael?”
	“Yeah?” I turned to face him. He was stood behind me in the doorway, dangling a leather collar and chain from his finger.
	“Wanna try it on?” he said, swaying it from side to side.

I only partially wished I hadn’t been so easy to manipulate. I wanted to see him on his knees, bent over in front of me, sucking me, riding me, begging me...but it was too easy to fall into doing those things myself. The night was a humid, sticky blur of rutting in the best way, clothes torn away and flung across the room, paws roaming, his roughly, mine gently...until he grabbed my wrist and breathed against my lips…
	“Don’t go easy on me now, slut.”
	...and then my self-control released, and it was glorious. I raked my claws against his shoulder blades as he pounded his narrow hips against my butt cheeks, my legs dangling over his shoulders. I cried in bliss and his breathless, panting smile hovered over me, whispering barely heard insults that snuck down into my subconscious and made me shiver with delightful shame. I was his needy little slut. His perverted bitch. His toy. His plaything! He tugged at the collar and shot his load into me, and in the next moment he had yanked free of me and rolled onto his back beside me, and the tug on the collar became an unignorable pull that dragged my muzzle down towards his dripping cock. My half-hearted protests ignored, my will overruled, and my disgust and shame thoroughly second-place to my dizzying arousal...I licked and slathered against his shaft like the eager slut we both knew I was. And when I opened my eyes and looked up at him, I saw that he was watching me, grinning like the cocksure lord of the manor.
	“Good girl,” he whispered, moving a paw to the back of my head and driving my throat down onto the head of his cock…

He woke me in the morning with breakfast. Such a gentleman he was. He helped me with my arms and chatted so amiably. I felt almost in a daze, unable to properly match up how he was acting in the morning with how he was acting the night before. Doctor Nicky and Mister BDSM.
	One distinct reminder of the previous night still remained with me, however. My balls were a dull ache between my legs, and my cock stayed at an ever-ready state of semi excitement. When the subject of my sexual satisfaction came up the night before, Nicky’s response was blunt.
	“No, you don’t get to cum. Not tonight anyway.”
	And my whimper of protest was met with a fat red ballgag, held above my lips by a sweetly-smiling devil mouse. And of course, I opened my mouth for it, and from there my opinion was moot.
	I tried to hint towards a second round of fun before we got up for work, but he simply ignored me. Well...mostly. I caught a smirk from him as he buttoned up his shirt. The bastard was being a deliberate tease.
	And so it went for a few nights. Never really discussed, but just naturally happening: home to his apartment each night after work, to roll about in sinful bliss, then off to work each morning afterwards, for a day spent longing for the evening to come again. Through it all, one thing was starting to make me squirm, making me respond more and more riskily to his sneaky workplace teasing…
	...he hadn’t let me cum, not even once.

There was no question that he was going to take me home again after work. I climbed into his car, exhausted and thirsty, yelping as the plug pushed up into me. He grinned across at me from the driving seat.
	“Hope your tongue’s not too sore.”
	You really need to get some revenge for that.
	Good luck with that! All you want right now is to...hey, wait a minute.
	“Where are we going?” I turned my head, watching as we sailed past the turning towards his apartment.
	“You’ll find out in a minute. Here, just relax.” I felt the plug in my rear start to vibrate, and I slid down in the seat, biting my lip and pushing my paws against my skirt, fighting the eager tenting. It wasn’t working. Dark streets passed by, and the streetlights ended. Hedgerows zipped past in a blur, followed by trees, then the slow turn off the main road, and the rolling bumps of a dirt road beneath the tyres.
	Oh hell…
	“Not scared are you?” he said, grinning at me, his face taking on a whole new level of unnerving under the green light of the dashboard.
	“A l-little bit,” I whispered. I slid my paws to grip the edges of the seat. He coasted the car to a stop and pulled on the handbrake. The engine idled away to silence.
	Okay, relax...you know he’s not going to do anything bad. And if he does, you can rip his eyes out…
	“Time for you to lose these,” he said, reaching across to finger at my shoulder. I flinched away from him and he tutted. “Oh relax.”
	See? Your own thoughts mirrored.
	That’s no comfort!
	I felt his fingers dig through my blouse, and gasped as I felt the catches release. My right arm dropped away from my shoulder. He leaned right across me, his muzzle all but touching mine, his eyes staring into mine as he clicked the latches on my other shoulder.
	“And now your clothes,” he breathed against my lips.
	I could only whimper.
	Damn scary...and a massive turnon, isn’t it?
	S-shuddup.
	Out here, in the middle of nowhere, nobody to rescue you. Totally helpless and in his power. Oh yes you love it, you kinky little slut.
	Mmmph!
	He worked his fingertips at my throat, unbuttoning my blouse and working his paw down my chest. I bit my lip and arched forward into his touch, pressing my breasts against his palm. My needy actions were like a feed to his ego, and there was no assaulting his bravado now, as he yanked my blouse open with still two buttons to go, popping them free and sending them flying into the dark recesses of the car’s cabin. I squealed in protest, and he pressed his lips against mine.
	Mmmph!
	It was savage! He pressed my head back against the headrest and pried my lips apart with his tongue. I felt his paws yank my blouse away from my shoulders, and my detached prosthetics clattered down into the footwell. His blunt rodent claws raked down my chest and caught at my bra. He growled almost predatorily into the kiss, catching his teeth against my lip...then pulled hard against my bra in one almighty yank, making me gasp from the pain of the straps, then shiver giddily as I felt the clasp snap and the garment lift away from me.
	He broke the kiss and panted against my lips. He grabbed at my cock through my skirt and squeezed, making my buck my head back and squeal.
	“You my kinky little bitch?”
	“Y-yeah.”
	“Say it for me then.”
	“I’m y-your kinky little bitch.”
	“Mmm. Good!”
	He flicked the button on my skirt and yanked the front down. I dug my heels into the footwell and lifted my rear up. He tugged the skirt all the way down to my knees, and carried my panties along with it. I felt my tights rip. His paw closed around my cock and gave it a hard squeeze.
	“Out,” he breathed, menace in his voice. The cabin lit up and a soothing “bong” noise accompanied the sudden rush of frigid air. Then his paws were on my shoulders, pushing me out of the opened passenger door. I cried out and flailed pointlessly, crashing down towards the dark ground outside the car, stumps flailing, legs tangled in my clothes and unable to brace.
	“Nicky!”
	I landed head first into wet grass and slid gracelessly out of the car, my cock sliding along the seat until springing free. He grabbed my ankles and flipped them up and over, dumping me unceremoniously out of the car.
	“Nicky! What are you doing?!” I rolled onto my back and struggled onto my knees. My shoes had fallen away, somewhere in the darkness barely lit by the light from inside the car. The freezing air brought my nipples to points and made me gasp as the breeze stroked the wet tip of my throbbing cock. He looked down at me from inside the car, reached across...and pulled the door shut. The cabin went dark, and I could barely make out his shape within.
	The window rolled down a crack.
	“Follow!”
	The sound of the engine made me flinch, and I crawled further back into the grassy embankment. I screamed when I felt the sting of nettles stroke against my butt cheeks, then clamped my mouth shut and turned it into a muffled whine. I had no idea how remote this little wooded lane was. Did I really want to attract the attention of some well-meaning farmer?!
	Certainly not. There’s no way you want rescue from this! Such a slut!
	I’m freezing!
	The car’s lights came on, and the dirt and stones crunched beneath the tyres as the car slowly eased forwards.
	Follow him...oh my god.
	I stumbled to my feet, hobbled by the tattered strips of my tights and my skirt, caught around my knees. The stones of the road dug into my feet, cutting tears into my tights. And the cold...oh god the cold. It bit at my naked body and brought an instant shiver to me. The red lights of the car slowly receded from me, and I shuffled unsteadily towards them, trying and failing to balance with the useless stumps of my arms. My cock bobbed and slapped wetly against my tummy. I whimpered through chattering teeth as the stones shredded the tights from my feet utterly and dug into my bare soles.
	And I saw his eyes reflected in the car’s mirrors, watching me as I stumbled along behind the car, bathed in the red glow of the tail lights. I moaned through shaky lips, imagining getting discovered like this, by some hiker, or farmer...or a policeman, oh god.
	The car sped up, just a fraction. A brisk walking pace now. I hurried along as fast as I could, shaking bodily, ignoring the raking scrape of the stones against my soles. My skirt shimmied its way down to my ankles, but I couldn’t dislodge it altogether. It was too thoroughly tangled in my tights.
	I started to sob. This was a nightmare. Why was I letting him do this to me? Why was I so damn aroused?! I wanted to punch him, but I knew that the moment I got the opportunity...I would fall to my knees and kiss his cock instead. Because I was a lost cause, a dreadful shame slut. I was loving it...loving that I was hating it but doing it anyway.
	The red lights blazed brighter as the brakes came on, then died completely as the engine cut off. I stood in the total darkness, the silence, hearing the wind rustle the trees around me. The cabin light up as the door opened, Nicky emerging to the chimes, stepping out and standing as a shadow against the light. Then total darkness as the door shut.
	“Cold?”
	“Y-yes!”
	“Want to get back in the car?”
	“Yes!”
	“Get on your knees.”
	I didn’t even think. I dropped down too fast, my knees crashing into the dirt. I hung my head and choked back a sob.
	“Crawl to me.”
	I lifted my head. I could just barely make him out, a darker patch against the dark sky. I shuffled forwards, grinding my knees and toes through the dirt. My tights finally died completely, and my skirt fell away from me, lost to the ground behind me. I crawled naked and armless and freezing towards me, until my nose brushed against his crotch. I felt his paw on my head, stopping me, then the shuffling motion and the clink of his buckle. The deep male musk reached my nose, and I opened my mouth. It was almost instinct. I turned my eyes up to him as my tongue met his tip, just as the black clouds rolled apart, revealing first a thin sliver of dancing stars, a slice of sky that grew wider, finally releasing the moon and casting enough thin white light across Nicky’s face to let me see his smile, his grin of…
	...not a grin at all. I moaned and closed my lips around his shaft. I couldn’t bear it. The look he was giving me, while I knelt, frightened and freezing and naked, covered in dirt, humiliated beyond any of my most perverted dreams, aching hard and desperate to cum, sucking on my tormentor’s cock, consumed by the worst kind of shame…
	...and the look he was giving me was the most adoring, loving expression I had ever witnessed. He stroked his paw against the back of my head and gently pressed, but I didn’t need coaxing. I slid my mouth down to the base of his cock and suckled across its full length, feeling him tremble under my attention, hearing his breath catch.
	“Good girl,” he whispered. I watched him as he watched me, lit by the moon and the stars. And when his eager orgasm came all too soon, I drank it all down, just as the clouds swallowed the light back up, dropping us back into darkness as I tasted his cum as it shot across my tongue. I could barely control myself. I was shaking, so cold and overwhelmed. I really did not expect the most romantic moment of my life so far to be this!
	The rear door of the car opened beside me, and his paws eased me up into the relative warmth within...then followed. He climbed into the cramped rear seat and pulled the door closed behind him, cradling me, pulling a blanket from somewhere and wrapping it around us both. His breath tickled my cheek, and he rubbed his paws up and down my body, warming, massaging, avoiding my cock. Slowly, my shivers died away.
	“Better?”
	“A bit.”
	“Have fun?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Mmm. Good. Now let’s get home, eh?”
	And too soon, he clambered off me, his agile little body swinging up and over the seats to settle into the driver’s seat. With the start of the engine came the warmth from the heating vents, and we started to reverse out of the dirt road…
	...stopping twice to retrieve my destroyed clothing.
	“Wouldn’t want these to get found,” he said, laughing. I closed my eyes and moaned, laid across the back seats, unbelted and unsafe, but too exhausted to care. I just hoped he would be treating me to a nice hot bath when we got back to his apartment.

I suppose it was naive of me to think that the night’s activities were over. Because as the car came to a stop, and he climbed out to open the door, I had one foot out of the car before I realised two things.
	One, I was still of course completely naked, armless, and streaked with dirt.
	And two...he had parked on the street down the road from his apartment, rather than in the secluded car park right by his building’s door.
	I pulled my leg back into the car.
	“No way!”
	“It’s either this, or you stay out here all night.”
	He stepped back away from the car, standing to watch. And we were right under a street lamp too! Oh my holy hell.
	“Nicky, seriously...no way! This is too dangerous!”
	“Suit yourself then.” He stepped forwards and gripped the door handle, starting to close the door on me.
	“No! Nicky please, don’t make me do this! What if someone sees?”
	“They’ll think you’re a dirty, shameful slut. And they’ll be right.”
	I choked back a whimper. “I can’t do this!”
	“Oh but you can. You will.”
	“No! I mean it!”
	He leaned down, and his smile was playful again. “No you don’t. Because even if you do get seen, nobody’s going to recognise you, even with your rather...uncommon features. Nobody around here knows you, do they?”
	I chewed my lip. My cheeks continued to burn in abject shame. And my hardon just wouldn’t quit.
	He’s right, you know.
	That doesn’t matter! I can’t walk out in public like this!
	You want to though.
	No I damn well don’t!
	Yeah...yeah you do.
	N-no!
	Slowly, shakily, I slid my feet back out of the car. The blanket fell away from me, with no paws to keep it wrapped around myself. I shuffled on my rear and stood up out of the car. The cold hit me again. I shot a look each way down the mercifully deserted street. But all those windows looking down, all those street lights. Anyone could glance out or come walking along at any moment. I started off towards his building.
	His paw shot out in front of me and caught me, stopping me.
	“On your knees.”
	Oh god…

I was sobbing and shaking again by the time I finally crawled through the front door of his flat. It had taken forever. And all the while he just strolled casually beside me, whistling. Whistling! Like he wanted to draw attention to the naked slut shuffling along on her knees on the pavement beside him. I wanted to die! But my cock...traiter that it was...stayed achingly hard throughout.
	“I think you deserve a reward,” he said, patting my head as he passed me, straight to the living room. “Come on girl, follow me.” He snapped his fingers, like I was a pet!
	Go on girl...follow master!
	I crawled along on my knees, secretly hoping the filth from them would ruin his carpet. Then a thought made me moan...I wondered if he would force me to lick it clean.
	You can only hope.
	Oh god…
	He stopped me once I was kneeling between his feet. He was sprawled so lazily, so comfortably, whilst I was a broken, shaking wreck of exhaustion and shame. I felt like I was crawling with dirt. And then he lifted his foot, slipped off his shoe, and placed his socked sole against my leaking cock.
	“Hump.”
	I clenched my eyes shut. F-fuck…
	“Open your eyes.”
	I whined. I wanted them closed so I could at least try to pretend I wasn’t doing this. He made me meet his gaze. His cocky grin would remind me of how pathetic I was being.
	“Hump,” he repeated. A shaking sob rattled out of me as I started to rock my hips, grinding my hard cockhead against his soft cotton sock.
	“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning back into his chair, holding his foot still for me, making me do all the work of shamefully humping like an animal. I clenched my eyes shut.
	“Open!”
	I felt the sting of his toes dig against my cock and yelped, opening my eyes again. He wagged a finger.
	“I guess you’re too distracted to be obedient, hmm?” And then, accompanied by my needy whimper, he lifted his foot away. But he didn’t intend to leave me without an activity, oh no. He worked his paw down his front, sliding further down into his seat, spreading his legs wider either side of me. His hardon sprang easily from his clothes, and he beckoned with a curl of his finger.
	In a fog of lust, I leaned forwards, and he put my mouth to work…

It was sexual frustration that got me into my position with Nicky in the first place, and it was sexual frustration that was now keeping me there. I think he knew all too well that was the case, that if he gave me release I wouldn’t have the fog of lust that was keeping me obedient to his control.
	So it was the case when he drove me back to work the following morning, one paw on the steering wheel, one paw on my crotch to tease me through my dress. My sleeves were knotted at the shoulders. His words still rolled in my disbelieving head.
	“They stay here today. Tell them they had a fault and are being repaired.”
	I was shaking already when he stood to open the car door for me. I swung my legs out and stood. My panties were trying, they really were, but no lace in the world could hold back the straining erection that was so plainly thrusting up against my skirt. I cast another hopeless look at Nicky.
	“I’ll get in trouble. I’ll get fired.”
	“Fired for having a cock? Girl, if that were the case, I wouldn’t still be working here.”
	“But I don’t want them to know I’ve got one!”
	“I know.”
	He shut the car door and placed his paw on the small of my back, coaxing me towards the entrance to the office.
	“Nicky, this is too much…”
	“You really want all this to end?”
	“I…”
	“Didn’t think so. Relax. Everything will be fine. Trust me.”
	His paw slid around to my hip, and my breath caught. Walking in together like this, everyone would think…
	Is it really so bad for them to think that you and Nicky are an item?
	I mean...even without his wonderfully, cruelly kinky imagination, he’s pretty sweet.
	How would you know? All you’ve seen is kink from him.
	Now that’s a lie and you know it. The way he cuddles at night. Those caring little smiles that sneak through his dominant mask all the time. He’s a sweetie. He’s harmless.
	So far!
	The quiet hum of activity of the office buzzed around us as we casually walked to our desks. A few quizzical glances came my way, and I smiled back at them as if to say “yes, I know...embarrassing isn’t it?” as if I’d done something as mildly forgetful as neglect to iron my shirt, not leave my damn arms at home!
	“There, you see? Nobody’s paying any attention to your cock.”
	“Shh!”
	“They’re only noticing your arms.”
	“And you, holding onto me and showing me off like you’re my pimp.”
	“Boyfriend sounds better, don’t you think?”
	“What?”
	He slid from my side. We were at my cubicle. He winked playfully, his smile disappearing with him around the corner to his own cubicle, leaving me reeling.
	I stared down at my computer, biting my lip. Well, I wouldn’t be typing today.
	You could use your tongue. You know that works.
	Oh hell no.
	I looked down to check myself. Cock down to a semi, far less noticeable now. That was a small comfort. I tried to relax and focus, to stop the burning blush in my ears. No good. Nothing I could do about it now.
	I set off towards my manager’s office.

“Well, this is unfortunate,” rumbled Cassius, my immediate boss, a stately lion of fifty and change. He steepled his fingers and looked over them at me. “Do you know when they’ll be repaired?”
	“I’m not sure.”
	“Hmm. Well, of course, we’ll have to find a way to work around your disability.”
	I shrank a little in my chair. That word always made me feel small. Even more so now without my prosthetics. Damn Nicky...mixing this experience with sex. This was really going to mess with my head.
	“We can get speech to text software installed on your computer, but that’ll take a while to get organised. I can get a call logged with IT for you. In the meantime, can you work in some other way?”
	“Not that I can think of.”
	“Hmm. That’s not what I hear from Nicholas.”
	“Nicky?”
	“I hear you’re quite the capable typer with your tongue.”
	“What?”
	“Oh yes. Pretty talented in other ways too.”
	“If there’s been any suggestion of inappropriate behavior, I assure you-”
	“Jael!”
	I closed my mouth and tried not to squirm in my seat.
	“I know everything Jael.”
	“What?”
	He leaned back in his chair, making it creak. He rested his paws in his lap and gave me the fatherly stare across his desk.
	“Nicholas is not the smartest mouse around, nor the most discreet. Nor do I think he is aware of how many security cameras we have in the office.”
	“Oh god.”
	“So, Jael, where are your arms?”
	“At Nicky’s place.”
	“And their being there, rather than on your shoulders, is part of some game you two are playing.”
	I nodded. I felt pinned in place by his gaze, like a naughty little cub being scolded. Damn you Nicky!
	Cassius rose from his seat and walked across to his door. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but realisation clicked right about the moment the lock on his door did the same. He turned to face me, his paws clasped behind his back, and walked slowly back to his desk.
	“I take it you’re a willing participant in what you’re doing with Nicky?”
	I nodded. I wasn’t going to push Nicky under the bus for this.
	“Just a simple case of mutual misconduct then.”
	He settled back into his chair. A smile spread on his muzzle. This was more scary than anything so far.
	“I could let it slide, if you’re willing to do what’s needed.”
	I stared at him. I stared, and I really looked for the first time. I looked past the “boss” and paid attention to the lion beneath. I mentally stripped away the suit and the posture and the air of professionalism, and focused on the wide, masculine mane, the thick shoulders, the taut body of exercise and strength. He had a private life, that I always knew of course...but I’d never really thought about what it must include. And now we were at the brink of that private life crashing into his professional life, as mine had done.
	You did it...so why so surprised if he does it?
	I think he could tell I was staring. He seemed to smile as if he had accomplished something.
	“I’ll do what I need to do,” I whispered.
	“I’ll be clear, Jael. Regardless of what you decide to do, you’re not getting a reprimand, and nothing is going on your record. But if you want to continue being a slut in the office, you’ve got to do it properly.”
	My head span as if I’d been punched. The way he growled out the word “slut”. It wasn’t threatening. It was...it was...almost a purr.
	“You enjoy what you’re doing with Nicky, don’t you?”
	I nodded, feeble.
	“Being pushed around by that little mouse, that little boy. It makes your dick hard doesn’t it? Hah, don’t look surprised. I told you I know everything Jael.”
	And now I did squirm in the seat.
	“Please keep it secret,” I whispered.
	“I intend to. So, which of you two is bigger?”
	“I am.”
	“Hah!” His laugh rumbled, a mighty thing. “Getting dominated by a weedy little mouse with a smaller cock than yours! Oh that is wonderful Jael.”
	He tapped the surface of his desk and drilled his eyes into mine.
	“You’re a slut, aren’t you Jael?”
	I clenched my eyes shut and nodded. When I opened them, he was grinning...grinning like Nicky.
	“Show me.”
	I looked confused. He tapped the desk.
	“Down on your knees, Jael. Or do you want to pretend that you’re going to say no, when you aren’t even able to say no to that little mouse out there?”
	Could I cry sexual harassment? Could I storm out, end this whole thing?
	It wouldn’t be truthful though, would it?
	But he is harassing me!
	He’s right though, you’re a slut...and you know you want to crawl under his desk and open your mouth for him.
	That doesn’t make it right!
	Do you care? You did it with Nicky.
	Yes, but…
	No buts! You’re going to do it, so quit arguing with yourself.
	Slowly, I slid forward out of the chair and landed on my knees on the floor.
	“Jael,” he said.
	“Y-yes?”
	“Nobody’s forcing you to do this. You could decide not to do this, and stop doing what you’re doing with Nicky here in the office. I want you to be very clear on this...you’re doing this because you choose to, because you want to continue being a perverted slut in the office, and because I’m gracious enough to let you get away with it, so long as you’re a slut in here too. Understand?”
	I nodded, burning with shame.
	“Say it.”
	“Say what?”
	“What you are.”
	I trembled. My voice trembled with me. “I’m a slut, sir,” I whispered.
	The dark space under his desk beckoned. There, between muscular thighs, I could see the faint shape of his barbed cock, the tip almost pressing against the underside of the desk. Fat, thick, and magnificent. The masculine, feline musk reached my nose, and I felt my own cock swell. If I had my arms I’d be stroking it, to hell with the damage my claws would do. I couldn’t take it. Too much! Too much!
	I could see his paw grip the base of his cock, and the tip lowered towards me, glistening and tempting. He hadn’t even told me to do anything but kneel, so this was all my doing. I crawled forwards on my knees, ducking my head under the desk, moving in an awkward, embarrassing shuffle, unable to steady myself with my paws, nor able to grip his shaft to guide my lips towards it. I had to open my mouth wide like some blow up sex doll and probe with my tongue to find him, to draw my lips down onto his cock, to taste his precum and to fill my head with the potent drug of his musk, so unlike Nicky’s more fragrant, more civilised scent. This was a predator’s smell, making my deep hindbrain quiver with fear. And here I was, kneeling and sucking, a servant to it. No...a slave.
	I clenched my eyes shut and slid my muzzle down his shaft, showing him what a complete slut I was, rewarded in turn by his rumbling purr and the maddening throbbing of my own denied arousal.

I hurried back to my desk, almost crying. I was given no time to try and deflate the lewd tenting of my cock. Nor did he even give me a chance to clean my face off. At the last moment his wide, powerful paw had gripped my hair and pulled my head back so he could paint my muzzle with his cum. I could feel it drying into my fur. Without my arms I couldn’t clean it up. Without my arms I couldn’t hide my erection. This was hell! At the last moment I steered away from my cubicle and made my way to Nicky’s.
	“So how did it...oh!” he said. “You’re cheating on me?”
	“Nicky, this has gone too far! Cassius just-”
	“I know.”
	“Everyone’s going to know if they see my face like this!”
	He beckoned me to kneel down. I didn’t even think about why I obeyed until I was already kneeling. He wiped his finger across my cheek and held it to my lips. With a meek whimper I suckled my boss’s cum off my boyfriend’s(?) finger.
	“Is that so bad? That everyone knows you’re a slut, I mean?”
	“Yes! They might know already! Cassius knows because of the security cameras, which means the security guards know too, and if they know-”
	“No they don’t.”
	“Yes they do! Because Cassius saw-”
	“He didn’t see anything. I told him.”
	“What? What?!”
	“Oh Jael, your face! You look like you’re going to kill me.” He laughed, wiping at my cheek again. I sucked his finger again, tears welling in my eyes. He yanked it out with a wet pop and wiped it dry on my hair.
	“How could you tell him?!”
	“Because he’s my oldest friend, and we share everything. That includes my slut.”
	I burned...with shame, with rage...with lust? I didn’t even know any more. None of this felt right or healthy, but I couldn’t bring myself to make it end.
	“You mad at me, Jael?”
	“Yes.”
	“Aww, really?”
	“Yes!”
	He chuckled and rubbed my head. I was acutely aware that anyone passing the cubicle would see this.
	“You don’t look mad. You look more like you want to fuck.” I felt the toe of his shoe against my crotch, and I shuddered out a groan as it stroked against the head of my straining cock.
	“S-stop it.”
	“You wanna try saying that a little more convincingly?”
	“Ah! Stop it!”
	“Still doesn’t sound like you mean it.”
	I lay my head on his knee, panting hard. “P-please sir...please stop.”
	He lifted his foot away. He beckoned with a curl of his finger, and I rose up on my knees. His finger cradled the underside of my muzzle, and he brought my lips to his for a delicate kiss.
	“I’ll make it up to you later, I promise,” he whispered, smiling. He slid open his drawer and pulled out a pack of wipes, yanking one free and bringing it up to my muzzle to clean me off like a mother might do their mucky child.
	“Thank you,” I whispered.
	“Can’t have my girlfriend walking around with another man’s seed on her face. Not for the whole day anyway.”
	He tucked the cum-soaked wipe down into my cleavage and grinned.
	“Right, off you go. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of work to be doing.”
	I made a wordless growling noise, and hurried as quickly as I could back to my cubicle.
	“Don’t wear your tongue out!” he called, just a little too loud.

The gentle trance music and soft, mellow lighting made Nicky’s apartment feel like a womb. He led me through into the bedroom, where I so desperately wanted to collapse into the bed to sleep away the day’s exhaustion. But he stood me at the foot of the bed and unbuttoned my blouse, his attention fixed on me, his fingers stroking down my fur as he exposed it.
	What’s he doing? Being so tender…
	He slid his arms around my waist and brought his cheek to my chest, exhaling a soft squeak and blowing warm breath against my fur. His fingers found the catch on my bra, and he eased it off my shoulders and let it drop. I tried to wrap my arms around him, forgetting their absence.
	“Nicky?”
	“Shh.”
	He stroked his paws down my back, making me shiver on the edge of ticklishness, and hooked his thumbs into the back of my skirt. His head shifted, and the warmth of his breath blew across my nipple. He pulled at the waistband of my skirt, stretching it just enough to ease it down over the curve of my hips. My cock caught against it as it slid, until it sprang free and slapped against my tummy. I groaned and leaned slightly forward, and he caught me with a paw clenched against my buttcheek.
	“Nicky, what are you-”
	“Quiet.”
	He took a step forward, which pushed me a step backwards. The backs of my knees touched the bed, and his arms cradled me as he lowered me down onto the sheets. His expression seemed...occupied, and he avoided my eyes as he peeled my tights away from my legs, his attention lingering on my feet as he bared them. He gripped each ankle and, in turn, rubbed his muzzle against my soles, letting loose a pleasant murmur that, in another species, might well be a purr. His nose nuzzled under my toes and I curled them over it, bringing a breathless squeak from him.
	The music drifted through soothing raindrop piano, and it was perfect.
	He lowered my feet to the floor and stood back. I watched as he stripped down, the first time he had done so for me so explicitly. His slender body peeled free from his suit, which took with it the strength of his dominance. Underneath was just mouse, a little boy pretending to be a man, vulnerability trying to convince as confidence. But still there was the smile, faintly nervous, but still radiating the playful charm that spun me into knots whenever I saw it.
	He leaned over me and lifted his knees up onto the bed, crawling on all fours until his nose hovered above mine. He licked his lips, almost nervous. I tried to read him, but it was hopeless. He looked as conflicted as I felt.
	“Nicky?”
	“Just...shush. Just give me a moment.”
	I didn’t know what he had planned, but it was so very different to everything that had gone before. I lifted my head and brushed my lips against his. For the first time, instead of plunging his tongue into my mouth, he parted his lips for me. I pressed my tongue up against his, and felt his breathless squeak dance with the kiss.
	He leaned back, breaking the kiss. His incisors gripped his lower lip, and his complicated expression sublimed into pure nervousness. I felt cold wetness against the tip of my cock, and I gasped in realisation.
	“Nicky? Are you?”
	“Please...quiet…”
	I lay still, lifting my head only a fraction, looking down between our bodies and between his parted legs, past his stiff cock and tight balls, to see his rear press down against my cock. I shuddered and groaned, and at the same moment his lips parted for another breathless squeak. He hung his head down and panted, then gritted his teeth and pushed himself down. I felt his lubricated tailhole...when had he done that?!...part around the head of my cock.
	“Ah...f-fuck you’re big Jael.”
	I stayed as still as I could, while every flame of my unbearable lust wanted me to thrust up and split that tight tailhole wide. My lack of arms was a blessing and a curse. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around him and pull him close to me, squeeze him while I pounded my cock into him. But a blessing...because even while he whimpered and falteringly impaled himself on my cock, I still felt like I was the the toy and he was the master. His bottoming for me was a gift, but one given on his terms, a treat given to a good girl. And when he lifted his paws up from the bed and sat upright, flexing his body into a better position and sinking down with a pleased groan that told me the pain had gone, and as he sank down to rest his cheeks on my thigh, his smile told me something else...this was for his own pleasure as much as it was for mine.
	“Always wanted to do this,” he whispered. “Just never wanted to do it with a guy.”
	He placed his paws on my breasts and squeezed, rolling the pads of his thumbs across my nipples. I tensed and arched my back, and he shuddered out a squeak. He squeezed again, with the same response, and he panted out a short laugh.
	“Your cock throbs whenever I do that.”
	His smile was so cherubic. I lay still and just marvelled at how he looked. I flexed my cock and heard him squeak again. It was my turn for a smile.
	“You make that noise whenever my cock throbs,” I said. He laughed. It was wonderful.
	The music washed over me, rising in tempo. I bent my knees slightly and pressed my heels against the bed. Almost as if reading my mind, or perhaps just a happy coincidence, he raised himself halfway off my cock and poised himself there, eyes closed, absorbed in the sensation. I dug in my heels and pushed upwards, gasping in pleasure as I felt my slick shaft sink into his rear. He stayed still. He was letting me do it. He was letting me fuck him.
	I forced myself to stay slow. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to feel the heat suctioning against my cock, feel my precum drool out inside him. I watched as his paw moved to his own cock, and as he stroked himself his tailhole clenched tight around my shaft, and I gasped and closed my eyes. It was almost too much.
	“After this…” he panted.
	I sped up, keeping pace with the spasming of his tailhole as his paw worked on his own cock. I opened my eyes again to watch him, blissed out and rocking up and down as I thrust into him. He lifted up a little more, and the length of my strokes increased, pulling out to just the tip, cold air tingling against my naked, lube-smeared shaft, then slamming in hard to hear him squeak, to feel the tight heat milk the precum from my cock.
	“A-after this,” he gasped, trying again. “I’m gonna...gonna make you…” He broke down into wordless moaning, lowering his muzzle to his chest. His paw stroked his cock in a blur, and wet flesh slapped against flesh as I fucked his rear...hard, fast, lust taking over.
	“Gonna...gonna!”
	He squealed out a squeak, head thrown back, as his cock erupted and shot long ropes of cum across my body, painting my chest and face in its sweet, musky shame. It was all I needed, the trigger to send me over the edge, and I drove my cock into him and held it still as I shot my week’s worth of frustration into him, my cock pumping in barely bearable pleasure as I coated his insides with my load, until the pressure forced dribbles of it down my shaft, where it leaked from his tailhole and pooled warm and wet in my fur.
	He collapsed forwards, laying on my with his panting breath against my neck. My cock bent and slid free from him with a wet slurp. I turned my head to nuzzle against his hair, panting myself, feeling his cum soak into my fur and rub off against his.
	“Gonna make you…”
	He rolled to the side, catching himself with a paw on my thigh, almost collapsing off the edge of the bed. He lifted his shaking, tired leg across my and lay back down, reversed, his nose burying itself into the damp nook between my balls and my thigh. I felt his tongue briefly probe into my fur. His softening cock dangled above me, and his slick, leaking tailhole wept cum in streaks down his inner thighs.
	“Gonna make you clean up,” he panted. I gasped and flexed my hips upwards, my half-hard cock given an impetus to want to rise again. I felt his tongue again, stroking in a lazy path up the side of my shaft, lapping up the lube and musk of his own rear, and the copious dribbles of my cum.
	And his rear lowered, pressing his leaking tailhole over my muzzle. I parted my lips and moaned briefly, before my tongue pushed into the loosened opening, my nose smothered into the musky fur under his tail. I murmured in delight, feeling his tongue at the wet tip of my cock, teasing me hard again. He pushed his rear harder against my muzzle, and my air went completely, just as I felt the intense heat of his mouth seal itself around the head of my cock, making me squeal from the overstimulation. My tongue plunged into his rear, scooping out my own cum while more of it soaked into my muzzle fur. I struggled for air, wiggling my stumps and flexing my toes. Right as it became too much, as I was shaking my head trying to break free, he lifted up a fraction and allowed me a gasp of sex-drenched air before he pressed down again.
	He lifted his mouth off my cock and blew cool air against it, making me moan between his cheeks.
	“Want to do it again, on top this time?” he breathed.
	I nodded as eagerly as I could, and drove my tongue into him until he squealed.
	Oh yes, you’re damn right I do…