Work Distractions
Rose had not been able to concentrate all morning.
The day had started ordinary enough. She came into the office at a quarter past nine, and she smiled amicably at people on her way to her desk. She chatted with her friend from marketing while she brewed her morning coffee, and she’d even managed to put a dent in her unread emails before she was interrupted. Normally, an interruption so significant would bother her enormously, but then, she was normally not easily interrupted. Perhaps that’s why it caught her completely off guard when she heard a knock on her door, and to her surprise, the woman standing in the doorway was her boss: Miranda Watkins.
Admittedly, a visit from her boss was not itself unusual. The two of them spoke often, and Rose considered them to be on perfectly friendly terms. But Miranda had always taken a hands-off approach to management, and Rose never felt any need or desire to maintain anything more than a professional working relationship. Miranda was the person who set her expectations and managed her workload, who answered her questions and settled any disputes; she was an impersonal figure, and Rose never minded that. Work was work, and she preferred to keep things strictly business.
So she’d always felt. But this morning, with Miranda standing in the doorway, for some reason it took nothing more than a toothy smile to take Rose’s breath away. Something about Miranda was unmistakably different, she was certain of that, but she hadn’t a clue what it could be. She was so caught up in studying every part of her, from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, that she barely even registered the question that Miranda asked her by the time she realized she needed to reply.
“Oh, err—” She’d asked if Rose would take a walk with her later. “Um, of course. Is something the matter?” She was still distracted trying to figure out what she’d changed.
“Hm?” Miranda asked, tilting her head. “No, everything’s fine!” She seemed to think it was an odd question, and perhaps it was. The two of them took short walks regularly; they both found it nicer than having meetings in an office all day. Still, Rose couldn’t shake the feeling that something distinctly strange was going on.
Unable to come up with anything, she resignedly shook her head. “Well, I must be imagining things. I’ll talk to you later then?”
Miranda just nodded and walked off towards her own office, and Rose stared at her backside dreamily. When she caught herself doing it, she very nearly pinched herself. What totally bizarre—and perhaps a little unsettling—feelings she was having! Her love life had not exactly been great lately, it was true, but this was her boss, remember? Not to mention the fact that she was a woman! Yet here Rose was, sitting behind her desk, feeling suddenly a little hot and bothered thinking about how pretty she’d been. Well, no… “pretty” wasn’t being honest with herself. The thought of Miranda was, for some unexplainable reason, suddenly unbelievably hot.
She tried to push the thought out of her mind and get back to the email she was writing, but every few sentences, she was distracted by some intrusive thought. Rose had never thought very much about her boss’s nipples… and thinking about them now, she really felt like she shouldn’t! If she could barely remember ever having so much as noticed them before, surely there was no reason for her to be so preoccupied with them now, right? Yet she was: the image of those perky breasts, covered in that light coat of beautifully soft looking fur, made her hair stand on end. What if she could feel it? Surely, it would be wonderful to sink her hands into that softness, to rub against their warmth… and quietly, under the concealment of her desk, Rose slipped a hand under her skirt.
The sensation of her own remarkable wetness snapped Rose out of her bizarre, lustful haze. Clearly she was much more sexually unsatisfied than she thought! She wiped her hand on her thigh and forced herself to stay focused, or at least as focused as she could manage, and she tried not to count every minute that ticked by that brought her closer to seeing Miranda again.
Eleven o’clock came eventually, and with it came Miranda, cheery as ever as she peeked back into Rose’s office.
“All ready to go?” she asked, and Rose’s heart fluttered, much to her own bewilderment.
“Y-Yeah,” she said, smoothing out the folds of her skirt to make sure Miranda wouldn’t be able to see how damp her panties were. “Lead the way?”
Miranda did as she was told, and soon they were strolling along the streets in the nice, warm sun. Rose was trying not to stare, having forgotten almost immediately that she had sworn not to let herself admire her boss. How could she? The way her long, blonde hair blowed in the breeze was picture-perfect beautiful, and the way her cute, furry ears twitched every so often made Rose blush. Miranda seemed to notice Rose wasn’t quite following the conversation like she usually did and shot her a concerned glance.
“Is everything alright? Are you working too hard? I know there’s been a lot happening lately; maybe you should take some time off?”
Rose quickly shook her head, then stopped herself, wondering if maybe she had been a little too quick. “Oh, I… I’m fine,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “Just a little distracted. Trust me! Please continue?”
“If you say so,” Miranda said, though she didn’t seem entirely convinced. “Excuse me just a moment, though, actually.” She stepped off the sidewalk over to a nearby tree, and she lifted her leg and leaned against its trunk as she nonchalantly started to pee. The act didn’t shock Rose—if anything it seemed entirely natural—but she did find it oddly alluring, for some strange reason. She felt like she should look away, but she didn’t really want to… and somehow, she didn’t think Miranda minded one bit. Her boss calmly finished doing her business, licked her fur in a couple places, and returned to Rose’s side with a smile.
The two of them talked shop for the remainder of the hour, and Rose eventually managed to find her focus, even if she felt herself getting progressively wetter and wetter throughout their conversation. By the time they had found their way back to the office, her panties were so soaked that it was getting actively uncomfortable, and she was actually glad to be able to step back into her office. It was embarrassing, but it just couldn’t be helped: she needed to take them off. The feeling of the fabric stuck to her skin from her own sticky juices was driving her crazy, and as soon as she was certain she was out of view, she slipped them off and quietly tucked them into her purse. She hoped they wouldn’t make her purse smell too much like sex, but even if they did, she’d just have to deal with it: taking them off was an immediate relief.
Rose was awfully self-conscious of her bottomlessness as she walked from her office to the kitchen to get her lunch out of the fridge, but she kept telling herself that her skirt was well past her knees, and there was no chance anyone could see anything. In that light, it was actually a little thrilling: to think that she was walking around completely bottomless and nobody even knew or cared! It made her wonder what it must feel to go naked all the time like Miranda. She knew it was different for her, of course, being a fox rather than a human, but it was still pleasant to think about, even if the thought of herself actually walking about naked was absurd.
She reheated her food and ate quietly, daydreaming about strange things, not even noticing the fact that she was beginning to form a damp spot on her skirt, too. She also didn’t pay any attention to the way she found herself eating more and more quickly, practically shoveling the food into her mouth. She only paused when her ears twitched slightly as she heard someone coming from around the corner, which she thought was a little lucky—normally the ambient hum of the office computers and kitchen appliances would have been too loud for her to have noticed before it was too late. She straightened her back and licked the sauce from her lips, and she smiled innocently at her unsuspecting coworker from afar. Her stomach growled slightly when he opened the fridge, and she could smell the contents of the container he pulled out: it was unmistakably rich, heavy, and meaty, which sounded absolutely wonderful to her right now, even after eating most of a full meal. She’d have to get some barbecue after work or something.
In the meantime, she polished off her leftover pasta and quietly returned to her office. At least she wasn’t so hungry any longer, but somehow that seemed to have only made her hornier. Her nipples were uncharacteristically tender under her bra, and no matter how she adjusted it, it didn’t seem to sit without brushing up against them in a distractingly pleasurable way. She poked and prodded at the post on the company blog she’d been tasked with writing, but the only creative juices that were flowing were entirely of the wrong sort. She glanced out the small window she was lucky enough to have in her office, and she wished she could be out there for the rest of that afternoon. She could almost smell the grass, and how wonderful it would be to just curl up in a nice, sunny spot in the park and take a quiet nap. Although maybe she would have to go home first so she could masturbate.
She thought about that for a moment. She was incredibly aroused, and surely it would help her concentrate if only she could relieve herself. But no—she could hardly just go and finger herself on work hours! What if someone walked in while she was doing it? Unless… unless she did it in the bathroom. She could be quiet if she needed to be, years of masturbating as a teenager had taught her that, and the idea was just irresistibly pleasant sounding. Quietly, and somewhat shamefully, Rose stood up and stepped out into the hall, slipped into the ladies’ room, and locked herself in the stall furthest from the door.
Nobody else seemed to be in the bathroom, but she still took care as she nervously slipped out of her skirt. She bit her lip when she realized just how wet she was down there, dried juices covering the inside of both her thighs. She lifted her shirt over her head and took off her bra, and with a soft sigh of relief, she leaned back and slipped a hand inside her aching slit. She’d needed this, badly. She rubbed her breasts with her left hand and massaged her clit with her right, and soon, her juices were flowing even more freely.
With her inhibitions lowered, Rose’s mind began to wander once more to thoughts of her boss. She remembered the way she’d felt as she’d watched her pee earlier… how much she’d wanted to just walk up behind her and caress her soft, curvy body. Rose’s cheeks were red from embarrassment, but she was so turned on, and the fantasy was so good. She rubbed herself harder, not even noticing the way the thin hairs all over her body started to thicken and darken, nor how her fingernails lengthened and subtly sharpened. She didn’t notice her sharp fangs against her lip, nor the strange, soft feeling brushing against her back. All she felt was pleasure, intense pleasure, so lost in desire and imagination… in her fantasy, she was no longer just fucking Miranda, she was Miranda, strong and beautiful and sexy, tail raised high, so close to cumming…!
When she heard the bathroom door creak open, she very nearly fell off the toilet in panicked surprise. Had she been making too much noise? She immediately stopped touching herself and froze in place, listening to every soft footfall on the hard bathroom floor.
Rose began to realize she could sense who had just entered the bathroom. Perhaps she was imagining things, but she swore she could smell her. There was a very faint sniffing noise, and she realized to her horror that she could smell Rose right back! How stupid she had been: the whole bathroom smelled of sex. All her sexual energy immediately evaporated, replaced by fear. Should she scramble to put her clothes back on? Maybe her boss wouldn’t know it was her, and she wouldn’t be fired after all? She barely dared to breathe as she listened to Miranda get closer and closer.
One by one, she passed stall after stall. Rose desperately hoped her padded footfalls would stop, and she turn into one of them… but then, why would she? She knew quite well Miranda had no need to use a toilet. Soon she was just outside her stall, sniffing again briefly… then pressing a hand against the door and nudging it slightly.
To Rose’s complete horror, the lock slipped uselessly aside, and the door swung open without resistance. In her hastiness, she must not have locked it properly, and now she found herself face to face with the woman she’d been fantasizing about, revealing that she was entirely naked. To her confusion, however, Miranda didn’t look upset. In fact, she seemed ratter pleased with herself.
“I thought I smelled your scent,” she murmured, admiring Rose’s naked body. “It just smelled… different. Now I see why. Mmh.”
Rose didn’t understand, and her confusion was plain upon her face. She wasn’t sure if she was being chastised or teased. She didn’t understand what Miranda meant, or why she wasn’t upset, but she was also just so distractingly horny. She’d been so close, and now Miranda was actually here…!
The fox woman took a few steps toward her. Calmly, she dropped to her knees. Rose opened her mouth to say something; Miranda’s opened hers, too. Neither spoke. Instead, Miranda pressed her muzzle between Rose’s thighs and gave her lips a long, wet kiss… with plenty of tongue.
Rose just gasped. She couldn’t help herself. The woman she’d been fantasizing about all day was running her tongue over her clit, tasting her pussy, looking up at her from the corners of her eyes while she wordlessly ate her employee out. Rose couldn’t take much more than a minute of it before she felt it happening: it started crashing upon her before she could even try to stop it, and though it took its sweet time to fully arrive, there was no resisting it now. Rose came, and she came hard, mewling in a strangely animal way as she climaxed, clenching her thighs around Miranda’s head. She rubbed both her breasts, and they felt strangely soft to the touch, but she couldn’t bring herself to even look down, she was so overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.
Her orgasm stretched on, enveloping her in pleasure, then lapping at her with little aftershocks, but eventually it did begin to subside, and Miranda pulled away. She smiled at Rose warmly and stood up slightly, just enough to reach out and stroke her cheek. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and Rose just whimpered, still seeped in her own afterglow. “You’ve always been beautiful, but now… well, goodness. I couldn’t help myself.”
Rose still didn’t understand what Miranda meant, but she finally glanced down at herself, and her eyes went cartoonishly wide at the sight. Her whole front was covered in fur. Soft, white fur, just like Miranda’s. She lifted a hand in front of her face, and she stared in awe as she turned it back and forth, studying the claws she now bore.
“See what I mean?” Miranda laughed. She grabbed hold of one of Rose’s hands and pulled her to her feet, then pressed their bodies together and kissed her lovingly on the lips—the upper pair this time. Rose suddenly became keenly aware of her own tail, and the realization filled her with a wave of warmth.
“I knew something was wrong earlier,” Miranda said, scratching Rose gently behind her ears. Rose, for her part, promptly began to purr, and realizing she was doing that only made her purr louder. “I was just wrong about what! You could have told me, you know.~”
“No I couldn’t have,” Rose said, voice a little shaky. “How could I have told you the truth?”
“That you wanted to be like me?”
Rose swallowed. “Well… yes. But that wasn’t what I was thinking of.”
Miranda giggled. “I smelled how wet you were, you know. Your whole office smelled of it when I came by a second time.”
Rose blushed, and the color managed to show even through her fur. “You could have told me!” she said, feigning indignation.
“I knew you were turned on,” Miranda grinned. “I just wasn’t sure why. And why would I embarrass one of my best employees like that?”
Rose nuzzled against Miranda’s cheek, still feeling awfully emotionally overwhelmed by everything that had just happened, and still a little aroused for that matter. “I guess it had to be this way,” Rose murmured. “But, um… not to interrupt the moment, but do you think we could go someplace other than the women’s restroom?”
Miranda giggled. “What, you’re telling me you came in here even though you didn’t actually have to pee? Or did you do that before the masturbating?”
Rose turned somehow redder. “N-No, I… I do have to pee. Pretty badly, actually.”
Miranda raised an eyebrow, and she snickered slightly, but she also understood. “You know what? Let’s take another walk.”
Miranda clasped Rose’s hand, and together they left the bathroom behind. It was only when they had stepped outside and Rose felt the sunshine on her fur for the first time that she realized: in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten to grab her clothes piled in the corner of the stall.
She never went back for them. She had no use for them anymore.