Chapter #12Back at work and Revelations by: Falcon   My place of employment wasn't anything flash. It was an older building in the centre of town that had seen a little remodeling to make it seem a little more alive than it probably was.
I remember having my first day jitters when I walked in 2 days ago, but I received a warm welcome from the staff and I got to know some of them:
- Vivian Skunkton, my new boss, is the blonde-haired Editor-in-Chief and owner of the newspaper, having received both from her father after he had retired last year and moved to Florida with her mother.
Despite being in her late 20s, this female Skunk does a very good job keeping everything in the building from turning to chaos.
But what catches my attention is her body: thin waist, massive fluffy tail, big lips, and the huge breasts that have to be made of implants. Her clothes doe little to hide her long legs, flat belly, and her cleavage and bra!
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- Ruby is a 28-year-old Red Wolf who works as the receptionist of the paper and is "the resident geek", with her more geeky get up with a popular anime on her shirt being stretched by her G-cup breasts as they tried to contain her huge orbs. Her shirt was slightly raised enough to see her small chub that was highlighted by hips and plump thighs. When she greeted me the first time, I could not help but see her blushing pretty hard under her red fur. Her ears did seem to lean back a bit though, and her fluffy tail wagged a bit with excitement.
- Next was a black sheep girl, Serena, also 28, and the head of the building break room. From what I understood from the others, she loves delving into chemistry and looking into dark magic, and even dresses up like a witch from time to time, but normally dresses up with gothic styles at work and acts like a bit monotone, and even creepy in character to keep most people away from her, but I guess even she likes some pleasant company from time to time.
At our first meeting, I could feel her checking me out with her yellow eyes, as if she had some kind of idea for me, but wanted to see what kind of body I possessed.
Her body structure was a bit hard to tell with her wool making her look big, even fat, especially since she was slightly smaller than me about 5 inches. Although her HH-breasts, being bigger than even Ruby's , were able to stand out, and I could swear that if she were to move in just the right way, you would be able to see the edges of her nipples, which were poking through her shirt, sticking out by an inch it looked like. She was pretty in a more mysterious kind of way.
- Then there was the 29-year-old Ginger, a tall White-Tailed Deer, standing over 6 feet with a huge grin on her face. She was a bit of a trouble maker, you have been told by Vivian, which caused her to stay behind a grade back in high school. Her FF-breasts were nearly at face level, making me having to crane my neck to look at her bright brown eye. Her body was more toned than the others, but she wasn't the athletic type.
Like me, she's a writer, but she doesn't put too much effort into it. I don't blame her though.
- And lastly there's Vivian's cousin and personal assistant, Starlet, a striped Skunk girl who very recently turned 28. Unlike her cousin and the others, her breasts were smaller in comparison, although D-cups were nothing to be ashamed of, in my mind. Although where she lacked in the breasts department, she made up greatly in her lower portions, as she had wide hips that if were given a few more inches, would force her to try to walk sideways through any doors, although that would be difficult too as she had a very large and soft ass attached to her frame, which merged into her thunder thighs, only looking smaller than it really is thanks to her huge fluffy tail. She meekly waved at me at our first meeting but didn't say anything, being the ever so shy one according to Vivian.
I knew we'd get along just fine.
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The museum thing... well, what could I do? I couldn't rightly explain that I had touched a glowing Dog-skull that had given me a magical cock. Even I wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't all just the side effects of some horrid cerebral event. I was still mulling on the potential excuses I would have to make to explain where my day went yesterday when I pulled up at the office building.
Upon entering I was greeted by Ruby the Red Wolf receptionist, with her perky welcome and genuine smile. "Mr Barton, good to see you this morning!"
"Please, just call me Matt," I tried a modest smile as I passed her desk, "and 'Mr. Barton' makes me feel old"
There was a light blush across her cheeks.
I could feel a twitch of desire as I took her in and though it might have just been my imagination, I thought I could see an inkling of attraction as she looked at me. Looking at those full lips of hers quirked in a smile, I wondered what they'd feel like wrapped around my dick.
Ok, that's enough. You can look, you can imagine, but you cannot act on it. I shook my head of these distracting and dangerous thoughts and bid Ruby goodbye as I went on through.
I offered a morning greeting to Starlet and Serena, though I only received a squeak from the former and a monotone "morning" from the latter. Instinctively my eyes went to Ginger's desk. Empty. Probably late or something.
"Wha?"
The words escaped my mouth without any thought as I took in the sight before me. Sitting at my desk, in my chair, casually looking through my things, was a strange Lion. He was skinny and middle aged with brown fur, black mane, and a scar over his left eye. His outfit were black clothes with golden chain and wristwatch. His green eyes narrowed with delight when they came upon me.
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"Mr. Barton!" he spoke with British accent. "So good to finally meet you!"
"I'm sorry...do I know you?"
"My name is Taka Lionheart, but most people call Scar," he said, reaching out with a clawed hand to shake mine. "I'm the head of the local historical association. I work with my brother, the mayor, on occasion regarding matters of historical or cultural significance to this fair town. And you are Matt Barton, newest writer for the town paper, employee of Vivian Skunkton and by association an employee of the Skunkton family, of whom I am a close family friend."
He stopped and looked up at me with a toothy smile.
"And, you are the person who is responsible for the disappearance of my newest exhibit piece."
I froze. How did he know it was me? When I went into that dusty old place it was completely empty. Fuck. He must have had cameras set up to watch the place. Jesus, if that thing was valuable in any real way I was utterly screwed.
Scar leaned forward, my chair creaking a little. "So, have the dreams started yet?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me Mr. Barton," he said, "I know you touched the crystal skull and now its blessing is upon your person. Dreams, visions and uncontrollable urges are to be expected. Even from here I can see that anaconda hiding in your trousers"
I looked about, hoping that no one was watching. Vivian's office door was still closed, while Starlet was trying her best to hide in her work whilst Serena was nowhere to be seen.
"Look if that thing was valuable..."
"It's financial value doesn't concern me. Hell, I'm not even too concerned about having to find a new piece for the exhibit last minute," he held up a stack of papers, "here are the notes from our nonexistent interview by the way, you can thank me later."
"If you don't want money," I swallowed uneasily, "then what exactly do you want from me?"
He shifted his weight, "You don't have anything I want," he slapped the papers down on the desk, "I'm just here to give you a fair warning about what you're dealing with."
"And what am I dealing with then?"
Scar showed his teeth. "That crystal skull goes back to ancient Pridelands Empire in Africa and it was used in rare rituals to Mal'o, a goddess of sex, lust and fertility," he drummed his claws on my desk, "legends can be vague and conflicting, but what I could piece together...you're in the process of transforming into a walking aphrodisiac."
"A pagan sex goddess...." I blinked in confusion and mounting outrage. "Look, if this is all some prank you guys can get fu-"
The older Lion silenced me with a look. "No, Mr. Barton, I think you should listen to all of it," Scar frowned and stood up. "You might think this is crazy, but I have spent over half my life investigating the occult and the arcane. I have seen many things that have frightened me, but that crystal skull was on another level. What you're experiencing, it will only escalate."
"There, you have my warning ," He walked out from behind my desk and approached me. Reached into his pocket and produced a card that he slapped onto my desk. "I've learnt well enough to keep to purely an academic and observational capacity when it comes to the occult, but if you feel things get beyond your control give me a call and....well, no promises, but I'll try to do something."
I stared at him and the card on my desk. Maybe this was a prank, but this old Lion seemed awfully committed to what he was saying. Might as well play along with it for now.
"Right now, the only thing that's happened to me is a weird headache and I've gotten a bigger dick," I tried my best to grin, to appear absolutely confident, but it was a shallow thing. "Nothing to complain about."
Scar searched my face for something but eventually looked away dissatisfied. He stopped by my side and his voice dropped, "just remember...it was a blessing to the Pridelanders, but it can easily become a curse as well...if you're not careful"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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