Horny smut for the alt text readers.
"Who in the world schedules a 5:30 meeting on a Friday? The entire office is gone." You mutter to yourself, as you pass the sea of cubicles on the floor. The office was quiet, no clacking keyboards, no ringing desk phones, even the usual chatter of workplace gossip at the water cooler was missing.
You check your watch as you hurry along, 5:25pm. You'll have to give your secretary Wolly an earful on Monday morning, no doubt he's already left for the day. He wasn't a bad secretary, by any means but in typical dog fashion he was notoriously over eager to please. His tail incessantly wagging as he followed behind you reading the meeting minutes. The way he'd cock his head to the side if he was unsure on a topic, only resolved by a short pat from you on his head.
"Honestly, what am I gonna do with that dog.. I'd consider him cute if-" You stop yourself mid thought. His quirks were cute, you meant.. you can't think that he's cute.. he's your secretary and that wouldn't be professional in the slightest. Never mind all those times you've accidentally let your eyes wander as he sorting cables under your desk, that cute fuzzy rump very pronounced in his work slacks, or cleared your throat and turned red at the sight of a very pronounced bulge in his bathing suit during that one office summer party where he volunteered to be dropped in the dunk tank.
5:29pm. You stop in front of the door to your office. Adjusting your slacks in the front, and shaking off those unprofessional thoughts while you reach for the handle. As you open the door, your office was dim, only the golden light streaming in from the half closed blinds illuminating it. Eyes going wide as sitting on the bench in your office you see him. Shirt raised, pants and underwear at his ankles, *gulp* dick leaking and at full attention. A meek, almost needy Wolly finally breaks the shocked silence as he says "Hello, s-sir..."
Maybe this meeting will be worth it after all..
Wolly, a brown and white anthro wire fox terrier sits with his back against the wall. He's bathed in a golden hue, light streaming in from half closed blinds off screen during golden hour. He's looking at the viewer with a needy and shy expression on his face, naked a side from a shirt he's lifting up to expose his belly.
In the NSFW version, he's got a cut humanoid cock, that's spurting precum and leaking on his thigh and the seat below him. In the SFW version, he's wearing a white jockstrap with a black waistband with the artists initials "HK" along it.
The text reads "Hello s-sir"
Golden hour at the office. A scheduled rendezvous perhaps?
Check the alt text for a very horny and self indulgent short little Y/N style story with this cute dog playing the part of your secretary.
(Normal alt text for both versions in the SFW version)
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