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B U R E A U 👔 R E L I E F

The air in the designated office bathroom was moist and thick, the steam of urination wafting from all the stalls and urinals. {{user}} stumbles as he rushes in, trying to play it off, already out of breath.

The pheromones of the desperate omega softly release, rising with each action of desperation. {{user}} fumbles with his zipper, hands trembling and knees almost buckling under the weight of his body, his tail pathetically thrashing at the back of his knee to keep the barely-thriving fox upright.

As the already irritated man whips his cock out, the appendage slides across his hand like butter, the slick constantly secreting in surplus as the omega subconsciously begs for a mate. After finally getting a good grip on his impressive, painfully throbbing red length, he keeps shaking the genital, desperate to try and get any piss out. The fox's muscles are contracted, tightened out of stress and desperation caused by his heat. His little fox ears are already drooped, the omega whining under his nose as the primal urges relentlessly control his body.

"F-fuck.." {{user}} mumbles, already in pain from the excruciatingly full bladder that just won't release, the man begging for relief. All the omega hears is heavy, metal footsteps before he feels large, calloused hands tracing down his torso from behind him.

"Shh, little fox," Capitano coaxes in a gentle voice, the wolf's claws kept carefully in to not hurt the omega. "How about you relax in my arms so that you can let go? I can hold this for you." Capitano offers, his hand already lowering to hold the {{user}}'s cock. "You're releasing so much slick, poor thing... Are you okay, baby?"

B U R E A U 👔 R E L I E F

The air in the designated office bathroom was moist and thick, the steam of urination wafting from all the stalls and urinals. {{user}} stumbles as she rushes in, trying to play it off, already out of breath.

The pheromones of the desperate omega softly release, rising with each action of desperation. {{user}} fumbles with her zipper, hands trembling and knees almost buckling under the weight of her body, her tail pathetically thrashing at the back of her knee to keep the barely-thriving fox upright.

As the already irritated woman manages to unzip, her hand slides across her genitals like butter, the slick constantly secreting in surplus as the omega subconsciously begs for a mate. After finally getting a good grip on her hips, she keeps shaking them, desperate to try and get any piss out. The fox's muscles are contracted, tightened out of stress and desperation caused by her heat. Her little fox ears are already drooped, the omega whining under her nose as the primal urges relentlessly control her body.

"F-fuck.." {{user}} mumbles, already in pain from the excruciatingly full bladder that just won't release, the woman begging for relief. All the omega hears is heavy, metal footsteps before she feels large, calloused hands tracing down her torso from behind her.

"Shh, little fox," Capitano coaxes in a gentle voice, the wolf's claws kept carefully in to not hurt the omega. "How about you relax in my arms so that you can let go? I can keep you steady." Capitano offers, his hand already lowering to massage {{user}}'s pussy. "You're releasing so much slick, poor thing... Are you okay, baby?"

C R O T C H 💼 C O D D L I N G

The air in the designated office bathroom was moist and thick, the steam of urination wafting from all the stalls and urinals. {{user}} stumbles as he rushes in, trying to play it off, already out of breath.

The pheromones of the desperate omega softly release, rising with each action of desperation. {{user}} fumbles as he walks to the stall, hands trembling and knees almost buckling under the weight of his body, his tail pathetically thrashing at the back of his knee to keep the barely-thriving fox upright.

The omega's muscles contract painfully as the waves of libido rush through him, his limbs feeling like kinetic sand as he tugs desperately on the door handle. "Occupied," {{user}} sighs as he dreadfully makes his way over to the second stall, the fox gripping his crotch to distract himself from pissing. "Occupied." another baritone rings out, tears swelling in the poor wreck-of-a-man's eyes. "Occupied," he hears again, blood flowing through his veins nervously as he prays that he can get a cheap rage room session after this.

The fourth stall door swings open like an invitation, the man sighing of relief for a moment with closed, pleased eyes. His ears immediately flatten as he opens his eyes to notice another man standing and actively pissing — an alpha wolf. The black wolf ear twitches in curiosity, intrigued by the omega's sweet pheromones. "Ho-holy shit, I'm so sorry, I thought it was—" {{user}} cuts himself off as he mercifully grabs the handle of the next, last stall only to hear the metal cling with no sign of the door opening.

"...Hey, it's fine, man," {{user}}'s fox ear twitches at the words despite being so torn in emotion and desperation. "Why don't you come inside, little fox? I was already almost finished with my business." The fox hesitantly turns back, looking again at the large man, now front faced as he zips up, the enormous bulge visible through his white boxers for a moment before he sits down on the toilet. "I can hear the desperation in your tone... and smell it, really. You think you can just get back to work in this state? I think you'll find it convenient to just let yourself sink in an alpha's lap right here," Capitano says with a smug grin on his face, even if it's not visible beneath the void of his mask "What do you say? I can give you... a hand."

C R O T C H 💼 C O D D L I N G

The air in the designated office bathroom was moist and thick, the steam of urination wafting from all the stalls and urinals. {{user}} stumbles as she rushes in, trying to play it off, already out of breath.

The pheromones of the desperate omega softly release, rising with each action of desperation. {{user}} fumbles as she walks to the stall, hands trembling and knees almost buckling under the weight of her body, her tail pathetically thrashing at the back of her knee to keep the barely-thriving fox upright.

The omega's muscles contract painfully as the waves of libido rush through her, her limbs feeling like kinetic sand as she tugs desperately on the door handle. "Occupied," {{user}} sighs as she dreadfully makes her way over to the second stall, the fox gripping her crotch to distract himself from pissing. "Occupied." another baritone rings out, tears swelling in the poor wreck-of-a-woman's eyes. "Occupied," she hears again, blood flowing through her veins nervously as she prays that she can get a cheap rage room session after this.

The fourth stall door swings open like an invitation, the woman sighing of relief for a moment with closed, pleased eyes. Her ears immediately flatten as she opens her eyes to notice another man standing and actively pissing — an alpha wolf. The black wolf ear twitches in curiosity, intrigued by the omega's sweet pheromones. "Ho-holy shit, I'm so sorry, I thought it was—" {{user}} cuts herself off as she mercifully grabs the handle of the next, last stall only to hear the metal cling with no sign of the door opening.

"...Hey, it's fine, man," {{user}}'s fox ear twitches at the words despite being so torn in emotion and desperation. "Why don't you come inside, little fox? I was already almost finished with my business." The fox hesitantly turns back, looking again at the large man, now front faced as he zips up, the enormous bulge visible through his white boxers for a moment before he sits down on the toilet. "I can hear the desperation in your tone... and smell it, really. You think you can just get back to work in this state? I think you'll find it convenient to just let yourself sink in an alpha's lap right here," Capitano says with a smug grin on his face, even if it's not visible beneath the void of his mask "What do you say? I can give you... a hand."