Raine adjusted his tie as he walked through the massive street-level doors of his new employer into a lobby covered floor to ceiling in lavish marble. His exact area of focus at the company was nebulous but he'd been referred by a friend who'd told him the accounting department was in deep shit. Perhaps the opulent interior had something to do with that; even the elevator buttons were plated in some kind of precious metal. He pushed the call button with a compassionate but dignified frown.
The wolf wore a standard suit of dull silver with a blue tie, his raincloud-colored fur only visible on his head and hands. He had a reputation as a no-nonsense man who walked into companies, took all their shuffled and cluttered inner workings, and set them straight. This one had practically begged him for help, and he was going to be compensated handsomely.
But frankly, he'd have done it for free. He loved his job, and enjoyed the simple act of solving problems. There were vanishingly few ways to get the average company to actually listen to sensible advice, and when people at the top made bad calls it was always those lower on the ladder who suffered. If the role of hatchet man was what it took to avert or soften that, then so be it. He'd long since gotten comfortable with being the big bad wolf out of a Grimm fable. But he would start with the carrot rather than the stick, as always; only fair to give them a chance to do things the easy way.
The elevator arrived with a dull ding. It was empty, which was practically a miracle on a Tokyo morning. Raine stepped in and pressed the button for the accounting department's floor, but just as the doors were beginning to close a tawny orange hand hooked into the gap and dragged them open. A sparkling young face followed it, attached to a gazelle woman with her ears aflutter. She was, charitably, about four feet tall, wearing a frilly black miniskirt and pink top that were certainly not business casual. "Oh, woooow, that was so close! I can't believe I nearly missed my eeelevaaator!"
Raine raised one eyebrow and adjusted his square frameless glasses. "You're welcome, bu—"
"Ohhh, are you new? Are you that guy they've all been taaalking about? I heard so much about you and everybody in the office has a different opinion! Some people even said you're going to fire all of us, is that truuue?"
She spoke rapidly and the pitch of her voice sounded like chimes in a windstorm. Raine imperceptibly tightening his grip on his briefcase. "I'm not at liberty to discuss anything like that."
Raine was quite tall, so it had taken her a minute to work her wide, eager eyes up his frame and finally meet his face. "Oooh, Mr. Mysterious? I like that in a man! It's so important to have a little thrill of the unknown to spice things up, right? By-the-way-I'm-Tsunoda." She bowed like she had a metal spring for a spine, finishing before Raine even realized she'd started.
The wolf awkwardly returned the bow. "Raine. Pleased to meet you."
"Whoooaaa, not even bowing along with a polite young ladyyy? Mr. Raine, you're so rude! That kind of stuff is really important in modern day workplace culture, don't you know? Oh, bye!" Raine's reply was interrupted by the ding of the doors opening onto the accounting department. Tsunoda shot out and around the nearest corner. The wolf stepped out, blinking like a deer in headlights. Where did she work? Hopefully not on this floor.
A hearty slap on the shoulder awoke him. "Hey! You're the new guy, right? I'm Director Ton and I'm in charge of this place. Let me give ya the full tour!"
A couple hours later, Raine slipped into his office and quietly closed the door. He had narrowly managed to disentangle himself from Director Ton and the rest of the accounting department. It was easy to see why the company was suffering: everyone he'd met was an overeager kiss-ass who valued the appearance of work more than work itself. The mountains of binders and paper folders Raine had seen piled on younger employees' desks spoke for themselves.
"To think they do so much by hand..." he muttered, taking a look at the room. It was long and fairly narrow, wedged into the space between a conference room and a supply closet. A window with blinds that probably hadn't been opened since the last imperial era sat across from the door, obscured by shelves and junk. Dust clung to every surface – the floor, the incandescent light bulb, the stacks of yellowing cardboard boxes with nebulous titles dashed on peeling strips of tape. Raine knelt and looked at the base of one stack. REAL ESTATE – URGENT!! '07. He snorted and returned to his feet.
At least someone from IT had set up a modern-looking desk in the middle of the room with a proper chair, an office phone, and a laptop. He sat down to check his email and discovered forty-two new messages, several replying to themselves with increasingly extravagant subject lines. He cocked an eyebrow and began reading.
Seventeen minutes later, Raine's expression of curiosity had hardened to a deep frown. He picked up the phone and dialed an in-office extension. "Ms. Tsunoda? Yes, this is Raine. Please come see me in my office."
The door opened moments after he hung up. "Hiii, Mr. Raine," Tsunoda said with a saccharine affectation, "you wanted to see me?"
With Tsunoda's eye level much closer to his own, Raine was able to observe the gazelle properly. She was short and skinny with two tiny horns at the top of her head that made her frame look like a paper doll. Two velvety ears that flopped around whenever she moved sat atop her head, the highest points of the orange fur that capped her skull and gave way to stark white fur covering the area around her jaw and neck. Her cheeks were rosy and her nose was actually shaped like a heart – so he hadn't been imagining that the first time.
Tsunoda's body looked very different from this angle as well: she was slim at the shoulders and ankles, nearly flat-chested but widening substantially around the waist. Her frilly skirt made it impossible to see the true size of her hips – and her butt, which Raine figured was intentional. But he could make an educated guess from the look of her thighs, which were pleasantly plump. She moved by placing one foot delicately in front of the other, making her waist into a continuously shifting band of taut skin and frilly black fabric that threatened to jump a little too high. Two cute little boots completed her wardrobe.
"Please come in. I would offer you a seat but there isn't much room."
"Don't mind meee. I don't take up much." Tsunoda stepped forward daintily, turned, and sat atop Raine's desk near his left hand. Her skirt frills intruded upon the keys of his computer, giving him a much better idea of the size of her butt.
Raine closed his laptop and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ms. Tsunoda, I have to be up front: you're making my job here very hard."
Head tilt, puppy eyes. The picture of innocence. "Me? Hooow?"
"At the risk of being blunt, I think we'd both benefit if you didn't play dumb. We had a short conversation on the elevator. In the time it took me to introduce myself to Director Ton, tour the department, and reach my desk, my inbox has piled up with emails from employees pleading for their jobs in a variety of colorful ways including but not limited to: trips to mountain hot springs, country club memberships, personal meal preparation, dubiously legal favors, and one naked bribe."
Tsunoda's ears perked up. "Who's the bribe from?"
Raine ignored her. "My arrival and the nature of my work is meant to be a secret to prevent exactly this situation and allow me to get an honest appraisal of everyone's working habits. There's more than one possible source for my being hired, but only one employee in this department with such a penchant for gossip and who had the chance to spread it. No more."
The gazelle pouted. "Oh, such a stormy look in your eyes. You're taking things too seriously, aren't you? That must be why your name is Raine, I bet."
"Ms. Tsunoda," Raine said firmly.
Tsunoda hopped to her feet and began to slowly walk around the desk, tracing the edge with her fingertips. Her earlier sparkle had disappeared, replaced with something almost predatory. "You know, it's pretty obvious that everyone would hear about you and start pleading for their lives. A lot of the people here have only worked in one job – hell, this company is so old a lot of them have only worked here. If I fanned the flames a bit, it was only to make all that clear and flush out the rats. The point of an accounting department is to keep track of the numbers, and I've been doing that. You know what? A lot of the people here are gonna go. We don't have enough money to keep 'em, and nobody in the C-suite is selfless enough to take a pay cut. I just want you to remember that when everything started going up in flames, li'l old Tsunoda kept her cool about it."
Raine slowly cocked his head, considering the gazelle in a new light as she came around to his side. "...I see your point."
"I knew you would," Tsunoda said with a smirk, deliberately knocking a pen to the ground. "Ohhh, how careless of me." She turned perpendicular to Raine and slowly bent at the waist to pick it up, winking and giving him a clear view of the curves hiding beneath her miniskirt. "Your sword, sir," she cooed, sliding up next to him and hugging his arm close to her thin shirt.
Raine took the pen and put it away. "Ms. Tsunoda, I have misjudged you."
"You have?"
"You are no mere office gossipmonger sowing havoc and disorder – you have a far more calculated approach, and your goal is much loftier. You will be handled appropriately."
Her eyes lit up at the prospect of special treatment. She wiggled closer. "Ooh, how are you gonna handle me, Mr. Raine?"
"Like the brat you are."
Tsunoda blinked. "...Huh?"
"And brats need correction."
Raine grabbed Tsunoda around the waist, stood, and shoved her onto his desk facedown. His left hand closed around both of her wrists and locked them into the small of her back. "Oof! What? Hey! Hey!" The gazelle's voice rose an octave as she felt her ass being hiked up and Raine's thumb snag the waistband of her panties. He pulled down viciously, exposing everything under her skirt and leaving her panties strung around her knees. Her tail quivered in shock. "You... you..." she sputtered.
Tsunoda's butt looked almost exactly as Raine had imagined – big, with her white fur forming a symmetrical heart pattern dead center – although its texture surprised him. Her ass was toned and pert like a ball of freshly kneaded dough, springing back into that pleasant apple shape as the wolf's large, muscular hand roamed across the bare skin appraisingly. He stepped closer, pressing the side of his hip into the valley between her cheeks, and unzipped his fly.
"You can't—oh." Tsunoda looked back at him fiercely but her expression changed as Raine's cock pushed out of his pants. His manhood was larger than even his broad frame would suggest, transfixing Tsunoda as it grew hard and stiff. "Oh, wow."
"Chase a wolf and you'll get bitten." Raine leaned forward, hovering just inches above Tsunoda's back. "And keep your voice down," he whispered, pointing to the door. She followed his finger and observed a shadow pass along the floor from one edge of the frame to the other. Foot traffic, maybe three meters away in the hall.
"I... someone's gonna notice," Tsunoda muttered.
"Just worry about yourself." Raine released Tsunoda's arms so she could brace herself on her elbows, mouth quivering with anticipation and need. The wolf lined himself up with the small woman's body, laying his shaft on the top of her pert little cheeks and beginning to thrust softly. It really was a nice ass, and he'd have liked to spend more time appreciating it before diving in – but that would come later. He had a point to make.
Tsunoda's breathing had been getting deeper and calmer. After about a minute of gentle thrusting, Raine broke that with a hard spank, then sprung back and slammed himself into Tsunoda's slit. Simultaneously, his the wolf's left hand grabbed ahold of both her ears and his right hand took hold of her right wrist. He pulled. Hard.
"Ah!" Tsunoda's quiet gasp turned to a moan. Her head was forced back, exposing the tight lines along her throat that convulsed and twitched with half-formed words. She jammed her left hand between her lips in a bid to stay quiet. Raine's pace had shot up to a dizzying speed, rocking her small frame with each impact against her hips. He was long and wide, splitting her so deeply it almost made her faint, and the feral way he'd thrown himself onto her was becoming a contagious fever. The two of them were positioned such that Tsunoda was completely pinned by Raine's strength, taking his cock and trying not to scream.
The first spank had caught her by surprise but he was so much bigger than she, so much stronger and more powerful, that with each thrust his pelvis felt like another hand spanking her and encouraging her to welcome his length. Her butt jiggled under his onslaught and she whined into her fingers. "Nrrnhh..."
Raine felt that she had been sufficiently quieted, so he slowed his pace and began to speak. "From now on, you will arrive 40 minutes early to ensure my needs are met, so I can operate at full capabilities. One newspaper, financial section placed at the front. One shot espresso, mixed with a tablespoon of cream – substitute vanilla ice cream on Fridays. Once everything is on my desk, remove your legwear and await my arrival." He glanced behind him. "And clean up the dust."
Tsunoda glared back at him. "Y-you expect me to f-fuck you every morning!? And d-do all that other stuff!?"
"Please, I'm not a glutton. I'll only fuck you if you insist on flouting the dress code. Fellatio will suffice the rest of the time."
"You're crazy!" His left hand abandoned her ears and cracked against her ass again. She warbled a moan. "Nnnh."
"Routine helps to instill discipline, which you clearly lack." His hand made a firm circuit around one cheek, pressing into the soft, tight skin. "Although given your figure, I am open to the possibility of alternative fashion."
The phone rang and both of them froze. Tsunoda gaped at it, completely stunned. Raine glanced at his watch and answered on the second ring, maintaining his tight grip on her wrist. "Hello? This is Raine... yes, of course, President Shachou, I can spare the time." The gazelle beneath him squealed and tried to wriggle away. Hooking his right arm around Tsunoda's waist, Raine lifted her up and buried himself to the hilt. Her thick little legs flailed desperately, grazing the front of his shins and clattering against the desk.
"Yes, the staff have been very welcoming. I've found it easy to slip into my role here," Raine said as though he were discussing the weather. "Normally the people I meet are very uptight." The wolf curled his hips and flexed his arm inward, pushing another half inch into Tsunoda. She gasped silently, eyes unfocusing. "Resistance is normal, yes. There has been a bit of an... uproar from my arrival. Hmm? Oh, nothing serious. In fact, Tsunoda's been helping me. I'll put her on."
Tsunoda desperately lunged for the receiver but her arm was far too short. Ignoring the furious panic in her eyes, Raine put the phone on conference mode and replaced the receiver in its stand. He grabbed the gazelle's legs, wrapping his elbows around the back of her knees and lifting her to his chest in a full nelson. Her skirt had become a mere dirty sash around her waist, panties caught on one shoe and dangling like a flag in dead air.
President Shachou's doddering voice crackled over the cheap speaker. "Oh, hello..."
"P-President! It's g-good to speak to y-you!" Tsunoda forced out, closing her eyes in shame and burying her face in her hands. A crimson blush crept out from between her fingers. Raine hadn't moved yet. Maybe he was just going to let her talk. While his cock twitched every few seconds. She clenched her teeth.
"Oh, let's not stand on formality, Tsunoda. Don't be nervous! This is part of the new era!"
"New era?"
"We're tossing the past to the curb and ploughing ahead into a green field! Sounds wonderful, eh?"
"Sounds... beaut-eeep!" Raine abruptly sat down, slamming Tsunoda's ass and his hips together and hitting the deepest part of her yet. His grip turned to iron. He pistoned her diminutive body in short vertical thrusts, pounding into her tender belly and never exposing more than a fraction of his shaft. Rather than the loud slap of flesh meeting flesh, there was almost total silence as their bodies bumped into one another less than a meter from the phone. He controlled his breathing to be equally silent, planting his nose at the base of her neck. Her fur parted like blades of grass under each hot puff of air.
"A beauty indeed! For too long our business has been focused on the straight-in, straight-out approach. We need to take a more cunning way to get things done, you know?"
Tsunoda nodded, or tried to. Her head was wobbling too much. She crossed her arms over her ribs and gripped her sides like a drowning woman clutching at a raft. "Y-y-y-y-y-yeeesss..."
Raine cleared his throat, swivelling his chair to the side. "Thanks for calling, President Shachou. We'll be getting back to it now."
"Oh, don't mind m—" was all Shachou said before Raine's palm slammed into the phone's power button and sent the entire base clattering.
Raine rose to a wide stance and shot his arms up under Tsunoda's armpits, pinning her arms behind her head along with her legs. His hands formed a tight cage across the back of her skull, fingers burying into the tender velvet of her ears. She was bent double with her pale-furred legs in a V that reached past her head. Tsunoda's face, no longer concealed, was a messy picture of ecstasy: her neck craned back in Raine's grasp, eyes rolling back into their sockets, mouth hanging open wantonly, tongue dangling out the side of her mouth and twitching with every thrust. "Hah! Hnf!" she gasped. The wolf's cock was piercing to her core each time he drove it in, bulging out just under her belly button. Tsunoda couldn't see it but she could feel every slick inch of him.
Raine grew more and more ragged, fucking Tsunoda in the throes of his own undoing. With a final surge, he dropped forward onto the desk, trapping her beneath his weight in a jackknife. A deep, primal growl vibrated through his chest and into her. His cock swelled and pulsed, flooding her with warmth, claiming her. Tsunoda let out a weak, quivering moan as her body submitted.
The gazelle's pussy gripped Raine tightly, milking him tight enough to feel the life cycle of each pulse: a tightness through his body, his rod lifting up just a bit, and then a throbbing spurt into her most sensitive place. His release was a savage, long-lived thing that brought out his deepest animal instincts. The wolf's mouth parted, fangs and teeth closing around the back of Tsunoda's neck as though she were wild prey. His tongue slavered over her fur, tasting her in time with his shuddering growls. Raine's claws gripped the edge of the desk and gouged deep grooves into the laminated wood, every fiber of muscle in his body pushing deep into Tsunoda and spreading his mark where it would never fade.
After a while, Raine's senses returned to him, muscles unclenching, trembling limbs reasserting control and dexterity. The room smelled like sex and sweat, thankfully sealed in by the door. He'd let it remain like that until he left for the day. Shaking himself awake, Raine took a handful of Tsunoda's butt with one hand, then gave her a final slap with the other. She returned only a weak squeal. Yes, he definitely needed to explore her further.
The wolf gingerly slid back into his chair, pulling out of his conquest with a wet sound. Tsunoda lay in a gasping, breathless heap on Raine's desk, oozing fluids from both of them onto the ravaged surface. She just managed to turn her head back. "Do... did he...?"
Raine reclined in his own chair, flushed and slightly winded. "Don't worry about it; the old man's deaf as a post and half as perceptive. Remember your new duties for tomorrow."
"Y... yessir..."
Raine produced a flask of from inside his jacket and allowed himself a sip as the scant rays of afternoon sun began to lower towards the horizon. Tsunoda blinked slowly. "...Wuzzat?"
"Mineral water. I suggest you carry some. Hydration is important. "
*****
President Shachou reclined in the corporate throne he had ridden for the better part of the last century, ensconced behind a desk large enough to build a house on. "Whaddya think of that, Washimi?" he asked his avian secretary. "The old guard would have axed that entire department by now, but they're getting along just swell. I'm so glad the younger generation has learned that restructuring is nothing to be afraid of."
Washimi raised a single elegant finger and adjusted her glasses. "Sir, are you aware they were fucking?"
"Why, of cour—WHAT!?"