NT veRse - Half-otaur 1 - Boss

“What we got? What's this great idea you had.” Dreg asked suspiciously. His good friend and partner in crime, Lance, had come up with many, many a get-rich quick scheme. The pair of Gnolls were on hard times continuously, however Dreg was very concerned that whatever Lance's next plan is will seriously hamper his ability to work a normal job.
“Listen. Last time we did this I was out of work for a month on your stupid startup idea. Then nothing came of it and I had to beg my bitch of a boss for the RIGHT to come back and work more for even less money.”

“That was stupid.” The Gnoll claimed frustratingly.

“Then why'd we do it?”

“Relax.” He grinned slyly, patting a crate.
“This is a good idea. Fool proof. You mentioned you had a bitch of a boss, right?”

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Sophia stared at her HanCom. “Seriously...” The Gnoll was late again. She knew his name but she always referred to him as the Gnoll in her head because he was the only one with the company. It was an odd thing for a Species with such big, unwieldy hands to be in a career that involved such dainty movement with a keyboard. It was almost comical having him around, hunched over and pecking away at it. When he actually did show up. She sighed, finally receiving a message back that he had arrived.

[My office, please.] She texted back. She was not going to fire him, though he deserved it. She mostly just wanted to figure out what it was this time. The stories were always quite amusing to the pale Ciar Elf. The Executive was far too attractive for a woman in her position, with long slender legs that thickened around the thighs, a perky rear and similar breasts. Her hair was smooth and purple and styled almost exclusively by a salon on the corner that knew her very well.

She waited patiently for Dreg to enter. The woman sat behind her desk, leaning back in her rolling chair as she kicked one leg up over the other.
“So...”

“I know what it looks like, it looks like I'm asking for more leave. But that's not it.”

“Thank god...” She shook her head at the thought.

“I'm quitting.”

“What!?” The woman stood up and rounded the desk. She stared up at Dreg and poked into his bushy chest.
“You can't LEAVE before I fire you! That's... It just doesn't make any sense any other way!” She insisted, her cheeks flushing.
“It...” She felt a little slow. Her legs turned to jello beneath her and her jaw dropped loosely. Saliva began to pool, then drip out.
“Uh...” She stared up in awe and confusion, two emotions she was still quite capable of. Her lips curled into a wide smile at the sight of the large male and the big bulge showing in his pants. She shook it off, or at least tried to. Her head felt foggy. She wiped her lips, then felt up the side of her head to something she felt, but never really knew she had. A single white horn was poking out the side of her head. She flinched to touch the flesh around it, so she stopped. The long, smooth horn was quite nice to touch however. Her hand caressed it affectionately, as if it was welcome, even if she did not know what it was.
“Dreeeg...” She moaned. Her voice had become slower and lower. Her thought process had simplified and she could barely put together where she was, but she was making a good effort. The Ciar spread her legs and gasped as just the air conditioned air running up her skirt was enough to send a shiver up her spine.
“Ooh...” A cock was placed in front of her. It was obviously his. Her reaction was mediated somewhat by whatever new processes were trying to take over. She smiled and sucked it into her lips before she even considered how to act. Much of her movement had turned to instinct.
“Mmmn...” She let it fall out of her mouth with a gasp. She was drooling heavily.
“Sooo good.” She moaned.
“I want it...” The woman began humping at the ground desperately. She hugged the nearest leg that she could fine, his, and leaned against it.
“H-help...”

Dreg lifted a brow. “Uh... It worked.” He spoke on the HanCom. “
“A bit too well.”

Lance cheered on the other end. “Hell yeah! I knew this would work! I was up for hours researching Horns and how they worked. Usually if you attached two she'd turn into a Mino.”

“But we don't want that.”

“Obviously not! They're attracted to bulls. But! If we only attach one they still turn nice and submissive and stupid and horny without most of the ugly downsides! Pull that bitch out over your shoulder. She'll love it.”

“What if someone sees?”

“Who cares! We're going underground. We're gonna be rich!”

Dreg shrugged, picked up his former boss easily and slung her over his shoulder. Her cunt had dripped through her skirt and had soaked a bit of the floor already. She did not fight, but the squirming was a little annoying.
“Easy...” He told her, giving her ass a pat.

“M-Moo...” She mumbled, wiggling her butt over his shoulder.