On the Scene with Birthday Busting

Art by: Robertge

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Writing about the news was not nearly as exciting as making it. Granted, a dog milf's ghost haunting people via blowjobs will always sound way more exciting in practice than on paper. Trying to explain it to a PG-rated audience was the only exciting trick of this Tuesday grind.

But a quick save and Desmond had his computer shut off for quitting time. The bouncy blue squirrel-fox just needed to stop in the bathroom to deposit that half pot of coffee that fueled him through the afternoon. A two-minute trip that still had him returning to the break room for a surprise.

Both dining tables had been moved to the edge to make space for a cake big as a van. Its triple layers of frosted velvet bulk stacked taller than Desmond himself. Each level lined with decorative blotches of icing in the shape of colorful flowers. Their sugary sweet scent permeated the room rather heavily at that.

"Hey, Dessy! Ready to get the heck out of...here?"

Jason slid up alongside Desmond wondering what would compel her friend to stand dumbstruck at the entrance. Catching a full view of their break rooms new pastry centerpiece satisfied that curiosity fast. Eyes went wide behind that raccoon mask before turning to Desmond.

"Did you…?"

"Nope!" Desmond shook his head vigorously, watching the cake in avid alertness. "Someone got that sucker inside while I was taking a piss."

"Oh. Maybe Wendel does care about your birthday after all."

"My birthday was last week." Desmond frowned slightly at the memory. "He got me a Twinkie. Isn't this for you?"

"My birthday is next week." Jason approached the cake a lot less mindful of its intentions. All that sugar and fruit tickling her nose soon had her drooling. "Maybe Wendel ordered it for himself. Think we can make off with the top before he gets back?"

Desmond scoffed, approaching a bit cautiously to make sure Jason remained between the cake and himself. Upon getting closer, his acute triangle ears perked to pick up something alarming. "Probably not, the thing is hissing."

"What?" But Jason's own ears had begun to swivel forward. Now that he mentioned it there was definitely some kind of sibilant noise from under the thick frosting. Looking at the cake it was clear the entire mass was starting to vibrate. Cracks formed along the thick surface as bits of jam-filled insides seeped through. The noise was a bit too infrequent to be a bomb or some kind of inflation device. As Jason began to backpedal against an alarmed Desmond, she could only conclude they were the sounds of breathing.

Jason recovered first, making a sharp dive behind Desmond to use his enormous squirrel tail for a shield.

Desmond was too late realizing what had happened before the monster inside the cake exploded out with the top two layers raining everywhere. The entire break room and much of Desmond became covered in splats of decorative icing and yellow edible sponge.

"PHEW! SURPRISE CUTIE! Happy birthday to...you?"

Desmond stared blankly with his one, non-frosted, eye at Tabitha the chimera. Slowly one hand dared to rise up and wipe the mess splashed across his face. At least he got a taste of the frosting; cream cheese white chocolate.

Their local landlord and a royal pain in the ass stared just as stupefied back with her lion face. Her corpulent mass towered over Desmond as usual. But that was not nearly as alarming as seeing Tabitha posing in her birthday fur. Unless you counted the frosting coating her thick goat hips, which her snake tail was busy sampling in little licks.

"The frick are you, schmucks, doing here?"

"Um...we kinda work here, Tabs." Desmond almost made to bite a piece of cake that landed on his chest, but then he caught sight of the chimeras frosted cooch not three feet away. Instead, the morsel was dropped onto the messy floor fighting gag reflexes.

"'Kind of' is generous even for you two. Doubt you even know what working really is." Tabitha wadded her hefty gut out of the cake's base sending a second splattering mess across the break room. Goat hooves gave each step an echoing clop on the tiles while her lion upper body twisted to scan the room. "So where is my darling bunny boy?"

Desmond's tail flicked indignantly as he craned to look up into Tabitha's feline face. There were a dozen other places he would rather be than up close to a naked monster, but it was important not to show fear.

"Heck if we know, right Jason?" Silence came back, making Desmond realize his tail was no longer being held down. "Jason?!"

Looking over his shoulder found no apparent signs of Jason at all. Although the slamming of a door from somewhere back inside the office section of this floor implied she was not coming back anytime soon. When it came to the metric ton of fatty anger that was Tabitha, loyalty was not Jason's strongest element.

In her defense, Desmond did not feel like he was getting paid enough to deal with this either. The problem was Tabitha had taken his momentary pause to gently grip on his shoulders. Those massive cat paws of hers were big enough to engulf his head, so trying to force out of them was an experienced lesson in futility.

"I can't believe this bullshit," Tabitha said more to herself while she glared down at Desmond with a wrinkled nose. "Someone offered me five hundred bucks to give this office a birthday party to remember, and I assumed it was for my sweetheart. Now I'm stuck with this pathetic snack of a man while getting cake stuck in places I didn't even know I HAD."

"Life's just not fair that way, huh?" Desmond swallowed the hard lump in his throat. Between Tabitha's gut pushing into his chest and those bowling ball breasts swaying overhead, he was seriously hoping her hooves did not slip on the aforementioned icing. Getting squashed to death by body fat was not his preferred way to go.

"Mhmm!" However, Tabitha's fingers continued to gently knead at his shoulders and biceps in some sort of deliberation. Slowly her tongue crept out to lick along the side of her upper lip, followed by a curt, decisive nod. "Yeah, I guess you'll have to do."

"D-do? Do what!? HEY!"

Desmond found himself being effortlessly hefted off the ground by Tabitha's death grip. Even if he had not been a lightweight, such a task was rather easy for a huge beast like her. His legs thrashed about but pushing back against the soft belly did nothing but get the lion torso part to start purring in approval. The last thing Desmond ever wanted to do today was give this bitch pleasure.

Not that he had much choice with his face pushed into Tabitha's soft pillowy breasts. Judging by the ample amount of scent his nose was getting between those tits, Tabitha must have already arrived a bit worked up. Desmond's face grew incredibly red trying, and failing, not to imagine what she must have been doing inside that cake preparing to jump his rabbit bosses bones.

It was hard to make out their surroundings as she held Desmond tight against the fat curves of her front, but it was clear with the waddling gait they were heading back out into the newspaper office. The clops of Tabitha's goat hooves became muffled by the cheap carpeting. Tops of cubicle walls whizzed past for a bit before she simply released her hold.

Thankfully there were lumpy cushions to break his fall. Tabitha had brought this meeting all the way to the reception area which happened to have a couch for clients to wait on. Not that they needed to worry, or hope, for those interrupting. The doors had closed over an hour ago, and two of Wendel's three employees were home instead of being held hostage by a fat chimera.

Before Desmond could even get the wind back to sit up, Tabitha had straddled his knees. Her added weight caused the discount street furniture to groan. It's entire frame bent trying to support them.

"Pants off now!" Tabitha barked with a finger jabbing at the bulge tenting Desmond's shorts.

The very notion such mishandling gave him an erection caused Desmond to blush bright red. He could not help having a thing for big women that could kick his ass, even the ones that actually did on a regular basis.

"You...you're fucking serious with me?"

Tabitha crossed her thick arms under her breasts, giving an angry snort that formed bursts of steam from her feline nose. "Desmond, I am not walking across town with cake up my ass just to tell Wendel's friends they got the date wrong, much less give their money back. I was paid to plow someone's poll, and we're the only ones here."

Desmond needed a second to properly assess the logic of such a tangent. "But...but you hate me!?"

"Damn straight, you pathetic twig of a man."

"...so you'd rather have angry sex than give a refund?"

"Oh my god!" Tabitha pulled Desmond's shirt over his head with an angry roar, ignoring the pained yelp when the collar pulled at his muzzle. "Did I spent all morning getting myself horny to explain motives to a potato?"

"You already spent the money, didn't you?"

Tabitha responded by holding up one of her meaty hands. One flex caused razor-sharp claws to pop out the tip of each digit. "Either you take off those pants, or I do, smartass."

That got Desmond unbuckling his belt in no time at all. Tabitha eased back with a growl of approval as the shorts to slipped past his hips. Sheathing her claws, she eagerly reached down yank them off completely.

"Whoa! Hey! Personal space!?"

Desmond's cries went relatively ignored with Tabitha's emerald eyes transfixed on the treasure of his erection poking out to greet her. She began to blush from guilt over the 'twig' remark while lowering to her knees. Getting nose up close to the yellow fox dick, it was anything but a mockery. A few deep breaths got Tabitha purring louder. The blue jerks musk was not half bad, or at least enough to help get her moist again. No way either of them was going to leave unsatisfied now.

"Aaahh haah!" Desmond bit his lower lip watching Tabitha gently nuzzle along the length of his member. He bit his lower lip just surrendering to the little jolts of pleasure her cold, leathery nose brought. Part of him was still scared to death she might just bite a bit off out of spite.

But things escalated fast and with a surprising amount of gentle care. Tabitha's enormous hips wagged in the air as she continued to nuzzle up and down teasingly along Desmond's dick. Every time she reached the base, she would give his fluffy balls a good press with a great emphasis on inhaling through her nose for an intentionally lewd display.

Desmond would never admit it, but the attention worked splendidly. Seeing this volcanic bitch acting like a simple horny feline quickly got his member swelling fully out of its sheath. It was almost like she knew all his buttons to push.

In reality, Tabitha felt a typical lazy gamer nerd would probably enjoy any attention from an exotic woman such as herself. His sack had the scent of someone very pent up, so a little stress relief might be considered her act of kindness for the year.

It certainly had nothing to do with how tiny and adorable Desmond looked under her looming figure.

Or those little fox squeals every time her tongue passed over the tapered tip of his penis.

Or how he could fit a summer sausage into pants, much less his sheath.

"See? Is that so bad?" Tabitha looked up into Desmond's eye putting on her most kitten-like smile. The one that was a literal physical pain to make but somehow got people to melt.

"Mmm! T-that's amazing!" Desmond bit his lower lip, nostrils flaring wide between deep breaths. Both hands had a death grasp on the couch underneath them. "I...I've never thought you as being gentle."

"Hehe. Really now?" Tabitha's smile shifted to a more predatory smirk. One hand reached up to pinch at Desmond's cock with thumb and forefinger. "I figure with how much of a coward you are rough might not be your thing. But we can get rough if you'd prefer?"

"Gentle is good! Gentleisgood!" Desmond blushed and wiggled his hips a bit more sharply.

"Okay, blueberry. Then how about a little reciprocation?"

"W-what?" Desmond watched dumbstruck as Tabitha stood back to her full nine-foot height.

Without offering an explanation, she gave a sharp pirouette that left her rear jiggling back at Desmond. Frosting, now a bit dried out, clung stubbornly to most of the snake scales and goat fur making up her backside. The sentient python that made up her tail looked just as surprised to be meeting him so directly.

"Mrrppphhh!?"

Before Desmond could muster a response an ass to rival the couch he was on settled it's plush across his chest. Aroma of creamy frosting mixed with the heat of feminine lust to burn at his nose, which might have gotten said frosting shoved up it in the process. He quickly raised his hands to try pushing back, but the frosting made Tabitha's rear slick on top of its usual doughy consistency. The chimera let out a pleasured growl enjoying the attention immensely, grinding her hips to help spread the mess even deeper into Desmond's chest fur.

"Well?" Tabitha huffed with a glance over her shoulder. At Desmond's annoyed and confused look, she jerked a finger down to her spacious bottom. "Start licking, stupid!"

What might have been a whimper escaped from Desmond's hanging jaw. It was too low to be more than a crackling squeak on their animal ears. He looked up at Tabitha with wide eyes, and then back at the ass pressed up against him. Getting impatient, Tabitha leaned in harder so the fat of her glutes bulged through his weak fingers.

Since it was obvious they were not going anywhere Desmond resolved to take a deep breath before going in full throttle. The frosting certainly added a level of sweetness to each long lick across the chimeras spacious rear. Every time he paused to swallow a breath Tabitha treated him to a little hip dance, purring at receiving such an unorthodox message.

Desmond was just glad most of her sloshing booty was composed of snake scales. He only had to worry about hacking up goat fur when he got down to the upper thighs and hips. Well that, and her tail hovering intently from overhead.

"Do you really have to watch?" Desmond said in between scrapping a large clump of brown frosted fur off his tongue.

The snakehead looked back at its base in between Tabitha's ass cheeks which connected to her spine. It then turned back to Desmond with a sarcastic hiss and continued to hover from it's forced perch.

"Aw, don't mind him. Poor thing was never a sport of foreplay." Before Desmond could resume working his tongue across Tabitha's butt, she suddenly pulled away. Rubbing her own hands down along the thick curves, her feline hands gave it a few smacks that seemed to resonate pleasure on her snake tails face. "Besides I think I'm clean enough now. Thanks, sweetie!"

"Oh, thank god! You mean we're...done!?"

Desmond relief at getting to stop his licking bath was record-breakingly short. His breath escaped in one hard gust when Tabitha turned to straddle his lap again. That medicine ball of a gut she possessed nearly crushed his ribs trying to settle in.

"I don't recall saying that, silly." Tabitha shifted about with a playful giggle. Most of her girth blocked Desmond's view, but he could certainly feel one of her pawed hands grasping at his cock. The gentle dampness of vaginal lips tickled his head while she carefully lined them up for the main event. "Now just relax and let the boss do all the work for us."

"If you break my hips I swear….oooogggah!"

"GRRRRWWAARRR!!" Tabitha rolled her eyes while easing fully onto Desmond. Her hefty ass overflowed his lap in a soft blanket before finding the right position. However, both got their breaths caught feeling the slick goat cunny swallow up his shaft. Holy crap, did he stretch her tunnel more than she could have hoped.

Desmond could only tilt his head back panting with tongue hanging out to one side. Looked like getting wrapped inside Tabitha's warm muscle was mutually sensual.

"Oh, I'll be making you swear all right. You little delicious snack." Tabitha purred so hard her belly vibrated against Desmond. That quickly turned to jello jiggling as her hips carefully lifting up to fall back onto the fox-squirrels lap.

Gravity was nice enough to help Tabitha's fat ass with half the work. Pelvic muscles clenched super tight going up and down trying to milk all of Desmond's girth. It did not take her more than a few wet messy humps before she took him in up to the hilt for a surprise. A noticeable swell was pushing Tabitha's damp lips apart a little wider than a few seconds ago.

Poor boy must have been really pent up to be knotting already. Tabitha would have to grind a bit more carefully to avoid getting caught up in that trap.

But such concerns were beyond Desmonds currently limited ability to think. Each couch-rocking hump from Tabitha undulated the mass of her butt and stomach across his being, petting his whole body in silky, sensual waves. This warm giants body fat was just so addicting. It was almost on pure instinct that had his hands reaching up to squeeze Tabitha's rocking tits to coax for more.

"Nyaa?" Getting rough hand pads rubbed against her plate sized areolas was certainly a surprise. Tabitha recovered fast, rather proud to find the pipsqueak taking a bit of initiative. Rumbling purrs resumed as she used the kneading of her breasts to fuel her rhythmic humping. She knew Desmond would enjoy her body rolls no matter what so was free to work at pleasing the fire in her loins. "Haa haa! Ngggh fuuuck!"

Not that such a task would be difficult. Tabitha was arching her back with each thunderous hip drop. Efforts to get Desmond's meaty shaft to rub right against her sweet spots paying off in dazzling sparks of pleasure that even had her python tail writhing. Granted the knot swelling got a little challenging as it pushed longingly to try entering her already stretched hole. She absently wondered if she could even take that softball without tearing. And then she wondered why this pathetic, adorable, peasant had to be carrying such an amazing package. His girlish yelps every time her ass slammed into his hips certainly did not help Tabitha's conflicting emotions.

"Gyah chaaa! GWARR! Oh yeeesss!"

No time to worry about emotion now. A huge spark of pleasure rocked through Tabitha's big hips, making her body shudder hard. Almost immediately the chimeras insides started seizing up in a rising tension. Realizing what that biological signal meant, her thighs pushed to hump at Desmond's cock in earnest. Her hands clenched on the couch top, unwittingly making deep gashes with her claws in preparation for orgasm.

The couch groaned louder in response to the violent humps. Desmond was even sure he heard something beneath him crack, but there was little he could do with Tabitha's belly rapidly slamming into his face. Such wild fucking was a lot more interesting to focus on anyway.

When Tabitha let out a roar things started getting too wild to even properly get a grip on her flopping breasts. The little blue anthro was getting close to his own release, paw toes curling as his tender ball sack pulled tight under his shaft. Desmond bit his lower lip wishing she would not tease his knot so vigorously. He would have come long ago if she just took it in instead of stubbornly kissing it with her slick lips.

"Mrrreeeoooowww!! H-here I come, you sad fuck!" Tabitha teased as she adjusted pace again. Her hips starting to pull up much higher now, almost completely removing Desmond's dick before crashing down in slow, powerful bucks. Such force of a heavyweight made the whole couch jump with her. She was far from caring, being almost at her plateau and determined to make this climax one for Desmond to remember.

With any luck, he would brag straight to Wendel so that flaking bunny knew just what fun he was missing.

"Aah! Aah!" Tabitha banged her ass so hard she almost worried it did break Desmond. But if it did, he merely responded by hugging around her chubby hips as best his little arms could manage. The large yellow cock twitched inside her, painting Tabitha's cervix with a slight warmth of pre. A sly smile crossed her lioness muzzle. Looked like one more should finish them both off. With a deep breath and flex of the claws, she rose her butt high as she could on Desmond's member. "Time forrrr the finisher, rwarr! A-and here...we…"

CRRRRRRKKKKK!!

The reverberating sound of wood made both their eyes grew wide. Tabitha quickly tried to stop but her shifting of weight doomed the poor couch they were on. With a startled cry, their seat collapsed in on itself, taking the pair of lovers with it. Desmond could not even get out a yell before Tabitha's thick gut bulged into his open mouth. The rest of her weight hitting the floor with a second loud crash, smothering everything but the very ends of Desmond's legs and arms.

Ironically that did not stop Tabitha's soaked vagina from swallowing up Desmond's dick upon their powerful landing.

"Myew? Grrh Haah Aaah haaa!" Tabitha's big body barely had time to get over spontaneous vertigo before being tossed into the immense throes of pleasure. Her breaths escaped in short burst of spittle. Claws helplessly dug trenches through the carpet trying to find some solid grasp. Every inch of her insides worked in hard clenches across the length of Desmond's cock, hungrily milking it for all she was worth.

A softer muffled cry came from Tabitha's gut. Not moments later she felt the penis she had been working so avidly tense up. An almost second orgasm rocked her core feeling Desmond unload his warm cum into her. Blasts of thick silky fluids filled her up so wonderfully to finally quench the fires. It left Tabitha's head swam with her orgasm, but then a rapid patting against her waist alerted her to another problem.

"S-sorry!" she said in a grumble after having pushed back onto her knees.

Desmond gave out a huge gasp at finally getting some fresh air. One that Tabitha was sure made overly dramatic for her sake. Still, the little guy looked just as spent as she felt. His chest heaved in hard pants while laying on the floor. Eyes looked up lazily fighting the urge to nap by meeting with hers.

"Y-yeah," Desmond said. "I have to admit; that was pretty good. Except for the part where you broke Wendel's couch."

"Oh please, he got it from a junkyard at best. He's such a cheapskate."

They shared a small laugh at that. Tabitha had to admit she felt a strange sense of satisfaction with Desmond's seed sloshing about against her cervix. The way he posed with a hand on his chest while the other supported his head was...almost dashing.

"So does this mean we like each other now?"

Of course, he had to open his mouth with that stupid derp grin. Tabitha whipped her head away with an angry snort.

"Fuck you, that's what."

"Hah! Love you too, Tabbs."

"Don't fucking call me that either. Ugh! Now I'm going to be smelling your musk for a week. Like I need reminders of this."

"I'll always have the nightmare of your tits trying to suffocate me though. That's a memory worthy of eternity."

"Just...stop talking. In fact, let's get dressed." Tabitha shifted to stand, not caring when her weight pushed against Desmond to make him grunt uncomfortably. "I'm going to take one really long show-aah? What the...oh fucking hell!?"

Tabitha could not get back onto her hooves before suddenly facing a new problem caused by their fall. The entire length of Desmond's shaft remained firmly lodged inside her. No amount of ass shaking or bucking could get it out either, just a bunch of pained yells from the tiny man beneath Tabitha.

"Desmond, you piece of shit. You knotted me!?"

"YOU fell on ME, crazy bitch. Ow OW! Stop thrashing that tub around! You're going to snap it off."

"You'll be lucky I don't bite it off! How long does this balloon take to deflate? I have better things to do tonight."

"Hey! You're not the victim here!"

"Hmmph!"

Tabitha flopped back onto Desmond's lap in defeat of trying to shake his dick loose. Now her pussy was sore from the effort, and dinner plans were certainly out.

All Tabitha could really do was sit fuming while waiting out the knot keeping their groins anchored together. At least she made sure the bulk of her weight rested atop Desmond to keep him uncomfortable between her thighs.

They continued staring at each other in silent malice for a while. Whatever traces of kinship they might have felt had long since ended with their orgasms.

"So...you think we can get overtime for this?"

"Oh for the love of…" Tabitha threw her paws up in a frustrated roar.

It cast a deep shadow over Desmond that finally knocked the grin off his face. With a thick slap, Tabitha let her breast and belly roll right over and engulf him once more in fuzzy lion flab. Muffled cries and thrashing were too weak for any significant resistance. But they sure did a great job massaging her back into a content mood.

"There, feed your snark to my tits for a while."

Tabitha chuckled which turned into a wide yawn. Might as well listen to her bodies request for a nap while they were tied here.