By: ohdurr
“Is he sleeping on the job again?” asked Constance, a twenty-something woman who worked for DependYo Coverage Corp. in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. The regional insurance providers' office had a cubicle farm for their small team of 70, of which Constance oversaw 30 of them. Constance, with her short black hair, her snappy business outfit, and, of course, a black & white fluffy tail, tried not to be the boss with a stick up her ass, but she had a hard time keeping that tail down when employees like Blade existed.
Blade acted exactly like you would think a person with his name would. He was tall and thin with black, shoulder-length hair. Blade looked like someone who belonged behind a motorcycle or on the set of an 80's glam metal album cover, not working in insurance. But there he was, every day, right next to his coworker, Gannon.
The two couldn’t be less alike. Forced to share a desk, their contrast was just a little bit unnerving. Gannon was a small man with an angular, clean-shaven face and short, messy, grey hair. His work uniform of a grey suit with a blue tie made him blend in well with the rest of the office.
“It looks that way.” Gannon, not even glancing at Blade, replied to his skunk-tailed boss.
Deep down, Gannon had a tinge of hatred for Constance. He’d been at the company double the amount of time she had, put in double the amount of effort, and yet she was the one who got paid double as much. She wasn’t a bad person by any means, but she didn’t have the talent and skill to be where she was, at least, that was what Gannon thought.
And yet, the 45-year old man never said anything. He just did his job.
“Alright, well, I’m gonna wake him up, then.”
Gannon gave a simple nod. “Fine by me.“
“Well, I don’t really think you want to be in the area when I wake him up, if you get what I mean.”
Gannon looked up at Constance. Her eyes glimmered as her tail swayed.
It didn’t take long for Gannon to read between the lines.
Without a word, Gannon grabbed his laptop and his coffee mug, stood up, and left the area, leaving Constance and Blade alone.
Blade was slumped over on his desk, head on his forearms and hands, mouth slightly open.
The short-haired woman stayed at Blade’s side, a few inches behind, before turning around and presenting her ass to the sleeping man, just over his left hand.
She focused, stuck out her tongue, and let loose.
BRRRRRMPPPFF!
Blade had no idea what was going on as he jolted awake to a sudden loud noise, only to have his nostrils fill with the powerful scent of a skunk's fart. The smell of rotten meat, garlic, and shit rushed into Blade's system like an invasive poison as he flailed awake, banging his legs on the desk as he fell out of his chair.
As her coworker fell, she let out a little snicker, pleased with the outcome of her work. She went on a knee to check on Blade, who was curled up in a ball and clutching his nose on the floor.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," said Constance in a soft and kind voice.
"FUCK!" shouted Blade through a hand over his face. "What the fuck was that?!"
Constance grinned. "Just a little reminder that you need to pay attention. I know that it's almost 4 in the afternoon, but we still have to do some work."
"You couldn't have just tapped me on the shoulder, or something?"
"You were out cold."
"I’m not a heavy sleeper."
"Maybe I just wanted to see your reaction."
Blade stood up and gave a grumpy face.
Constance smiled, giving Blade's arm a playful slap.
"Alright, get back to work," she said before leaving the area.
"Thanks, I will. After I get some air," Blade grumbled under his breath before he walked off to the other side of the office to get away from Constance and the stink bomb that she had launched.
Constance entered her office, grinning as she turned around to see Blade fanning his area with a stack of papers. The skunk woman then shut her office door and locked it.
As Constance made her way to the large desk on the other end of the room, she slipped a hand into her suit pants, touching herself over her panties as she closed her eyes and smiled, taking in the warm feeling between her legs. She moaned and thought back to the sensation of the gas in her body before releasing it in a single, long, satisfying, and, above all else, powerful fart.
FFFUURRUUUURRRPPPFFFRRRTTT!
Constance giggled as the air filled her nostrils, carrying the aroma of her own farts. She enjoyed how ripe she could make her gas, and her own scent was a smell that she knew very, very well. The feeling of her flatulence leaving her body made her body shake with ecstasy as her underwear was soon damp and her pussy was burning for contact. She undid the fly to her pants and reached into her black lace underwear. Constance pushed her index finger and middle finger inside her tight opening as her thumb flicked across her clitoris. Her mind wandered from her body to Blade, as she thought back to his body curled up, reeling in the pain of the gas filling his body. The thought of his pain was enough to make her squirm with joy. She fantasized about the power she had over him and over the others in the office. Constance bit her lip as her body shivered, the thoughts and the touching and the smells in her office, combined to make the perfect recipe for an explosive orgasm. Constance kept it contained, letting out a quiet groan as she climaxed. She stayed inside herself until she couldn't feel her body shaking anymore, and until her heartbeat was no longer pounding in her ear.
Constance smiled as she took in a few breaths of her own fumes, enjoying her time in the smell of her office before opening a window to clear the air and return to work.
---
By the time the clock had reached 6 pm, most of the people who worked in the cubicle farm had packed up for the night. Not Gannon, though. The grey-haired man stayed late more often than not. The drive to make himself more valuable to the company than the others kept him at the office even longer than most of his coworkers.
Most nights, Constance would have to force him out of the office, and tonight was one of those nights.
Gannon was fishing up the project that he had been working on when Constance approached him.
"It's time to go," Constance said.
"Almost done here," Gannon said.
Constance looked over the monitor and saw what he was doing. She furrowed her brows. "No. This can be done tomorrow. Go home. Get some rest. I need you rested up."
Gannon rolled his eyes before turning to Constance.
"I’ll be home with enough time to rest, Constance. See you tomorrow.” Gannon said before he turned back to his laptop, continuing to type away.
The skunk woman sighed before she pulled out a chair next to him and took a seat. "You know I can’t leave until you do.”
“You can, you just choose not to.” Gannon replied without turning away from his laptop.
Constance crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an impatient stare. "No, I can’t. I need to lock the doors.”
Gannon was in the middle of typing an email, so he didn't look away. "I can leave when the cleaners come.”
The skunk woman chuckled, rolling her eyes. "That’s 1 AM, Gannon.”
"Exactly."
The skunk woman wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.
The pair stayed quiet for a while as Gannon worked away. Constance usually allowed him some extra time as she waited…
ggggggrrrrooowwwwwlllll
For that.
“Alright Gannon. Are you going to go home, or am I going to have to stink you outta here?” Constance said in a joking manner.
Gannon felt his boner against his zipper at the mention of her flatulence. Gannon, of course, knew his answer, but couldn’t possibly say it out loud. Instead, he simply didn’t answer.
Gannon desperately craved two things at his job: A promotion, and Constance’s gas. Gannon thought about her farts at least a couple of times every single day at his work. He loved everything about them. Their sound, their smell, and their ability to bring people to the floor, even himself, if Constance got close enough to him.
He envied Blade and the amount of ass blasts that he was on the receiving end of every week, though Gannon knew he couldn’t do the same thing as him to get those coveted air biscuits. He had to prioritize his work ethic, which had rose exponentially since Constance got the promotion and not him. He was sure he was next in line.
Which is why he came up with his system of staying late after work. He noticed, while genuinely not realizing the time, that Constance had to be the last one to leave the office every evening. So, for the past few months, Gannon has been pushing Constance a little bit further each night, leaving right before the point where it would get a bit pervy to stay; usually when she threatened her gas.
The older man's tactic worked almost every time. He was close to her limits.
"Okay. Well, it looks like I don't have a choice," Constance said, standing up after Gannon didn’t respond.
Gannon smiled at his victory. He stopped his work and shut his laptop.
“Alright, I’m getting out of here.” He said, grabbing his laptop and swiveling in his chair, ready to leave.
Constance, however, was already right next to him, standing above his body with an open smile and her hands on her hips, tail twitching and swaying.
Gannon gulped as he saw his younger boss in a very provocative pose, though Constance had no intention to be sexual.
Constance noticed how Gannon stared, which made her blush. She felt a small tingling sensation between her legs. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms under her breasts to distract herself.
"Are you really leaving? You don’t sound convincing." Constance said with a small laugh, trying not to look too deep into Gannon's stare.
"Yes. I am." Gannon replied, though he was unsure himself if he meant it or not. His body wasn't cooperating. It was locked in place, frozen by Constance's aura and presence.
"Do you really want me to do this, Gannon?"
Constance smiled as she lifted a leg onto the armrest of Gannon's chair, showing off her shoe, her slim, long legs, and, of course, her ass, which Gannon's eyes immediately gravitated toward.
"N-no..." Gannon muttered, staring at Constance's butt in her black pants. "You don't have to do anything. I'm leaving right now."
Constance laughed and shook her head. "It's a little too late for that now. I need to do something about your insubordination.”
Before Gannon could respond, Constance dropped her ass into Gannon's lap, feeling Gannon's boner pressing against her.
Gannon's mouth fell open in shock at the action as he tried not to groan from the feeling of her cheeks against his hard penis.
"Oh. You’re hard. I see how it is." Constance said as she smirked and started to rock back and forth, grinding against Gannon's dick, feeling the rod pulsate through his slacks. "You want this."
Gannon stuttered but couldn't make out any words. He couldn't move, not out of fear, but out of a strange sense of awe and euphoria. The man was paralyzed.
Constance looked back at his expression of confusion, arousal, and surprise before she rolled her hips.
BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPFFRRRT!
The loud fart came out of the skunk woman with force as it exploded from between her ass cheeks and right into Gannon’s crotch and lap.
Constance grinned, as she felt her pants dampen, and so did Gannon's.
"Fuck..." Gannon said as he let out a breath he had no idea he had been holding.
The stink reached Gannon after a few seconds, which he could not decipher if he hated or loved. The stink was foul and strong. The smell of shit, rotting meat, garlic, and spoiled food invaded his nose in the best possible way. It made Gannon dizzy with joy and disgust as he felt himself cum in his pants, spilling out a thick load that left a stain inside his underwear.
Gannon gasped at his lack of self-control.
Constance raised a brow. "Did you just cum in your pants? Did that just make you cum?"
"Yes." Gannon whispered in defeat. He didn't have it in him to lie anymore.
The skunk woman looked back at Gannon's face with a small, shocked grin. "Really?"
Gannon looked down at his stained lap. "Yes." He admitted again, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
Constance looked over Gannon's face as her own body reacted to his.
The skunk woman felt wet between her legs and bit her lip before she made her move. Constance pushed herself out of the chair before she turned around and lifted herself onto the desk, pulling her knees in and spreading her legs wide, exposing her noticeably moist crotch to her subordinate.
"Come over here. Right now." She ordered with a sexy tone of voice that Gannon had never heard before.
Gannon didn't even question it. He stood up and, within seconds, found his knees on the floor & his face buried in his boss's crotch as she gripped the back of his head and forced him between her legs.
Constance sighed as she felt Gannon's warm breath against the crotch of her pants as she continued to hold him down with both hands on the back of his head.
“You ready?” Constance whispered as her fingers danced around the back of his head and neck.
Gannon gave an eager nod as he looked up into Constance's eyes from her crotch.
Constance bit her lip and smirked, giving one last little tug on his head before letting loose.
PRPPPPLTTPPPPPPPSHHHTTT!
The smell of rotten food was all over Gannon as Constance unleashed a wet, thick fart into his face. His eyes widened at the power of it and the scent, but he never broke eye contact with Constance as her expression stayed in an erotic grin, taking in his expression as well. The wet fart vibrated through his head, and the smell was absolutely vile. But it was a good vile, if such a thing were possible.
After a few seconds of the stink bomb in Gannon's face, he was ready to pull away, but Constance didn't allow that. Instead, she shoved her head forward even more and farted again.
PPPRRSSHHHPPTPTTPT!
Gannon's face was smothered as he was just barely recovering from the first blast directly in his face. Gannon started to cough and gag, which vibrated Constance's crotch in all the right ways. His body started trembling as his nose, mouth, and eyes were filled with her toxic gas. The older man coughed, gagged, and cried, not as an expression of dislike, but rather as an involuntary reaction.
The feeling of his face between her legs, along with his reaction, sent Constance over the edge as she came in her pants for the second time today.
Constance was gasping as her body quaked from the feeling, holding her subordinate between her legs, forcing him to continue smelling her smells until she felt her body stop shivering.
A couple of moments later, Constance let go of his head, and Gannon pulled back, gasping for fresh air as his head swam with dizziness from the gas. He couldn't stop coughing for a long time, even when the air was clean.
Constance couldn't take her eyes off him, the man on his knees before her as he regained his senses. She kept her legs wide open and looked over him with lust and happiness, knowing that her gas made them both feel the exact same thing.
The skunk woman eventually pulled her knees together, sat up on Gannon’s desk, and closed her thighs. Constance was satisfied.
Constance watched Gannon, who had recovered enough to stand up, though his legs were still a little wobbly, and the tent in his pants was still very noticeable.
The woman looked over the man with a little grin, staring at the bulge. Constance crossed her legs before she looked at his face and met his gaze.
"You alright?” Constance asked as her smile spread into a smirk.
Gannon was panting and his legs were still shaky. He gave a small nod.
"Yeah. That... was..."
Gannon didn't know how to finish that sentence, so he left it open ended. Constance knew, however, what he meant.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Gannon.”
Constance winked at Gannon, which made him smile as he nodded in reply before he turned around and began to make his way out of the office.
“Show up in something more casual tomorrow. I have a new project for you!”
Constance's words made Gannon stop dead in his tracks and turn around with a grin, looking at the woman as she winked at him once more. Gannon nodded again before he made his way out of the office and headed home for the night.
---
“Honey, I’m home!” Gannon said in a sing-song tone of voice as he opened his front door. He was smiling from ear to ear as he stepped into his small house, walking inside. The front door opened into his kitchen and dining area, which connected to the living room on the other side. It was a quaint house in the middle of a quiet neighborhood in the New Jersey suburbs of Philadelphia. He walked in with a wide smile and a big bag from a nearby 24 hour grocery store. Gannon turned to the left and put his keys and computer bag on the dining room table before walking into his living room.
"Hi, babe."
Gannon picked up a picture frame off the coffee table and looked down at the image of a skunk-woman with shoulder-length brown hair with a skinny tail and glasses. Gannon was next to her in the photograph, hugging the woman close.
Engraved on a plaque on the bottom of the frame read: “In Loving Memory, Angel Amalie Minchot. March 14, 1972 - April 4, 2021.”
The man held the frame and looked down at the face of the woman, feeling a tear start to run down his cheek.
"I didn’t think I would ever feel like this again, Angel. I thought that it was over for me. But… there’s this woman. A skunk-girl, in fact. Her name is Constance." Gannon's smile spread into a grin as he looked over Angel's face as a couple of tears streamed down his cheek. “And, you know, I don’t think anything will happen between her and I, because, well, she’s my boss, but…” Gannon swallowed hard, still holding the photograph as the memories of tonight with Constance flashed in his mind. Gannon sniffled as the tears streamed down his face and a smile returned to his face.
“We made each other cum. I came just from smelling her, and she came from having me smell her. It… reminded me of you. How you would force me down, sit on my face. Your stinky ass and stinkier farts.” Gannon started giggling.
“It was magical, babe. It won’t come close to your wonderful stench, but I enjoyed it so much. And I know you would want me to be happy, and, for the first time since you were taken away from me, I felt a little spark of joy in my soul." Gannon chuckled as more tears ran down his cheeks.
"I love you so much, babe. And I will never, ever, forget about you. Ever. I will cherish all the wonderful, amazing, and beautiful memories I have of you. I miss you, Angel, so much."
Gannon kissed the glass above his wife's face before he set the frame down. Gannon took off his glasses, wiped his tears, and smiled as he made his way into his bedroom to prepare himself for his new day at work tomorrow.