Samuel Finemusk was a skunk. His last name didn't help matters of bullying while he was growing up, but he's learned to take it in stride and even joke abou tit some himself as he's gotten older. A lanky 6'1"  man, his hobbies including programming and software engineering haven't done much to keep himself bulky or in shape. His love of snacks having given him a bit of a paunch.

The skunk sighed, rectangular glasses resting firmly on his averagely skunky face. He looked up at a building that loomed over him like a hungry giant. It was an office building, where his father, uncles, and grandfathers before him had worked and made some name for themselves. A subsiduary of GobTech, Samurel knew the work he would be doing in the future may not have been good for his people, but it paid well. Not all goblins were bad, after all. SLeazy and crass, sure, but he had goblin uncles he loved to death.

The skunk gulped, a bulky gorilla in a business suit passing him by and grunting, "Sorry ki- Oh shit. Hey there Sammy!" The silverback beamed, the skunk returning a shy wave and nervous smile.

"Hey there, Mr. Strongjaw. How's Mark doing?"

"Oh he's doing great!" The gorilla boomed in laughter, a foot shorter than the skunk but having enough pounds on him to break a truck in two if he wished. His jovial demeanor showed he wanted nothing of the sort though.

The business casual clad skunk smiled wide, "That's great. I'll see you inside, I'm just taking a bit to uh... gather my nerves." A cough escaped his mouth and he shuffled awkwardly. The ape was doing things to him. He was making him feel things.

Naughty things.

"Sure thing, kid. I'll tell your uncle his nephew's here. Don't take too long, it'd be a real shame if you were late on your first day of work."

Samuel nodded then watched the gorilla trod along, his hand going to his groin to smack and frustratingly scold his dick for not behaving itself. He didn't knw if it was something in the air or water, but he couldn't keep his cock from acting up at the slightest visual, olfactory, or auditory stimulation. It was getting annoying.

The skunk shook his head, walking like he was wearing stilts into the GobTech numbers office. He got smiles, waves. A pipsqueak of a goblin passed him by, looking like some sort of green pointed eared mouse more than goblin. Padded fingers rested along the elevator call button, Samuel not sure if this would be eventful...

He was working Gobputer maitenenance after all. If anything, the only thing he had to worry about was the introductory brainwashing.

He frowned, having hoped he'd forget about that. He shook his head again, nibbling on the claw of his left thumb and calling for an elevator with resignation. Swarthes of fellow employees lined up next to him, behind him. Some got grabby, the skunk shuddering and accepting it as part of the gig.

"New Finemusk, eh?" A bulldog growled, wet nose pressed against the neck of the skunk, sniffing with glee. "Name checks out."

Samuel choked out a nervous laugh, fingers jamming into the call button as fast as they could mash. He wasn't quite ready to get molested on his first day of work, he's heard stories from his family, but it was happening so soon.

The firm squeeze to his dick helped a tad, his eagerness discovered and a toothy grin spreading across the dog's face before he growled out, "Looks like someone is ready for work."

A couple of chuckles sounded around them, a slender and older siamese cat sort mumbling, "Not before or during work hours, Regor."

The bulldog rolled his eyes back, forcing his hand away and his jowl heavy expression jiggling somewhat, "Don't be such a fucking sourpuss, we're not even in the office yet!"

Samuel stared dead into the closed elevator doors, pleading for them to open as quickly as possible. To him it took seemingly for hours, Regor tracing a hammy hand up and down the skunk's torso with a growl. He got close to Sam's ear, breath hot and carrying a weight as heavy as his own body, "When we get in there... You're going to be putting out, kid."

A long rip was felt against his leg, near his buttocks, and the skunk gasped. The siamese cat fixed his blue eyes on the bulldog's deed and couldn't help but laugh, "Do you plan on replacing his pants, Reg-"

"Fuck no." The bulldog smirked and pushed the skunk gently into the elevator as it opened up, forcing the poor boy to face the door as he took position behind him.

Samuel's tail twitched and his eyes widened, a good ten or twelve older men entering the elevator with almost nostalgic looks on their faces. Expressions that screamed, "I remember my first day elevator fuck by one of my senior employees."

Another rip, his underpants. Regor hummed, "Your uncle gave me the go ahead for this. I scouted you out specifically, boy." The skunk could feel the dog sliding down his legs, kneeling and sniffing around his exposed cheeks. A damn loud rip was audible to everyone in the elevator now, an aged badger holding back a guffaw and sighing.

The siamese cat side-eyed the two, mumbling, "You could have at least brought the boy a replacement pair of pants then. Or simply took his belt off a-"

"Nope! This is my fetish, Jun-Bi. Boy's ass is my second breakfast."

The cat sighed, "Right. Mr. Finemusk I'll be sure to get you a replacement pair of pants, the supply closets have plenty."

"B-Because this happens so oft- AH." He gasped, a slobbery tongue running through his most private of fur, "O-Often?" He snapped his hands behind him, holding onto the railing and crossing his eyes as Regor had his second breakfast.

"Exactly. Did your uncle tell you?" Jun-Bi mused, raising a brow and idly fondling his own privates. He was only male after all.

"N-No. No. Just a huuaaaHHHHH..." His toes curled against the insoles of his shoes, "H-Hunch! Just a hunnnnnghhhh-" He threw his head back, sloppy smacking sounds heard behind him let everyone know Regor was getting into it.

The older cat nodded, "Right. Well I won't disturb you two any longer. The elevator takes ten minutes to get to our floor, keep that in mind, Samuel."

"Y-Yes Mr. FireclaawwwWWWW SHIT!" The bulldog and a couple of gentlemen on the lift began to laugh loudly, the cursing of the skunk loud enough to scare a sleeping pudgy rabbit at the front of the elevator.

"Think I'm doing good, boys?" Regor snarled, going back at it and causing poor Samuel Finemusk to squirm and whimper, his erection tenting his khaki pants and already soaking them mildly with pre fluids.

"Too good..." Came a grumble from the front, the peppery dark grey rabbit rubbed his eyes and pushed at his cheeks, "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

Regor ignored this and continued his onslaught upon the rear end of the first timer.

Time passed, and Samuel was left sitting, panting, drooling, and dazed looking with saliva leaking from the hole of the skunk. The young man wiped off his fogged glasses and coughed as the older men left the elevator as nothing was wrong. With wobbly knees and uneasy feet he left the lift and entered the office floor he would now work. An orange cat bounced up to him and offered him a paper towel, the skunk taking a few seconds before recoiling with a grunt and eyeing the towel given to him.

"Hey! Saw ya' leakin' as you left the elevator. I'm Percival. Nice to meet ya'. Are you the son of the boss? Did the dog make you sore with his tongue or was it more pleasurable? ...Hi! I'm Percival."

Samuel took the paper towel and looked around, spotting fu'ur getting into their morning routine or already hard at work.

The skunk let his gaze drop to the paper towel with a tired sigh escaping his mouth. He reached behind him and began soaking up the drool that seemed to be a non-stop flow. He spotted Regor, staring at him dead-on and shoving his tongue powerfully through a bagel hole.

Samuel's shoulders slumped and a blush spread under his fur, "Hello... Percival." He spoke calmly, steadily. He was balancing his voice so he wouldn't fall over in frustration and shame. The cat smiled wide, eyes dialated and seeming like saucers on his orange and pudgy face.

The skunk grunted, "I ah... I need to uh... ...Get... conditioned."

"Oh!" The cat stood up rigid, fur standing up as a happy laugh escaped his throat. He looked like he was 16 but knew, legally, that didn't fly at this particular branch of GobTech. Samuel looked to the side, then to the other. He wished to escape. He needed to escape.

So he did, walking off without another word and leaving the poor cat hanging. Percival waved his arm and nearly squealed, "I'll see you later, pal!"

Finemusk the Younger did not want to speak to Percival for the rest of the day.

He would not get his wish.

Navigating through the mazelike ensemble of cubicles proved to be somewhat easy for the skunk, little infograms stabled on walls pointing ways with directions. He scratched the side of his head, paper towel clenched firmly between his cheeks and surprisingly very few people teasing him about the situation.

He really hoped it'd stay that way.

That wasn't happening.

Finding the conditioning room, he found five rows of Gobputer(TM) monitors and office chairs. Filling the chairs were fu'ur like him with open mouths and eyes that showed the mind boggling spiral that showed they were being trained for the day or for the first time.

Samuel gulped, the lights above dim and a goblin of lithe build popping bubblegum to his left. Samuel slowly turned his gaze to the goblin, a blue haired punk with an attitude problem painted on his face and indifference radiating from every pore.

"Go on, then, newbie. Don't worry, ain't what you think it is. Just normal shit." The goblin turned his blue eyes up, black fingernails tapping at a catalogue of spraypaint colors.

"...Right." With a sigh the skunk found the closet free monitor, sitting down and spotting a hippo about fivehundred pounds of bathing assisted flesh and muscle covered generously by pudge. Samuel whispered under his breath, "Gob damn..."

He shook his head and spotted a pair of headphones attached to the Gobputer(TM) under the long desk. He put them on and tried getting comfortable on the chair he sat in. His heart pounded in his chest. His eyes were glued to the screen.

A famliiar face popped up on it, in a window. A pudgy orange furred cat sucking on a lollipop and wearing his own pair of headphones. He gasped and squealed, nearly choking on his candy as Samuel's expression turned grim and sour.

God he hated his bad luck.

"Hi Mr. Finemusk! I'll be helping initiate your startup program to help you learn your job faster than you can say, "GobTech!"

Samuel gave an insincere smile, doing his best to stay civil with the cat who's already earned his ire, "Ah... Well. Let's do that then. Quickly." He finished his sentence with a swift addition to hopefully drive the point home.

"Oh sure! Just sit back and lemme load up that protocol!" With this Samuel leaned back, doing as instructed and trying to relax as a soft buzzing sounded in his ears. Whispers he couldn't make out. The screen faded to black before blossoming into a cascade of spiraling hues. Samuel's head buzzed and his jaw began to go slack, his vision going unfocused and eyes starting to mimic the colors spinning in front of him. The world didn't go black, it went rainbow. A tent formed in the skunks's already pre-drenched pants, an unfortunate (or fortunate) side-effect of Goblin brainwashing.

The hours passed, so swiftly to the skunk who sat grinning like a loon with eyes wide open and toes curling. A loud alarm rang in his ears and he screamed, throwing the headphones away and shaking his head of the technomagic infesting his eyes. His skinny body was showcased as he panted, chest looking broad as his flat stomach inflated and deflated in panic.

Percival appeared, looking apologetic and teary eyed, "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! That was the wrong wake-up call." He looked down and pressed something below him, the sound of a clown horn audible in the headphones as Percival clapped and smiled wide, "There we go! Mistake fixed! Now you're ready to work at GobTech as a happy employee! GobTech, a Greener Future, Today!"

Samuel stared down the cat through the lens he was spying him through. Rage controlled and kept a simmer. A spark. He stood up and left without a word, his erection standing tall and proud despite his wishes for it to not. The goblin gave it a gander as the skunk left and said a simple... "Meh. I've seen bigger."

The skunk, with erection high with no sign of stopping, accidentally dropped the drool rag  clenched between his cheeks. He sighed and looked behind him, picking up his mess with a disgusted look on his face and immediately throwing it away. The image of the bulldog who did this to him flashed through his mind. He had fury. He'd get him back though.

Sam took a look at a nearby clock, eyes going wide. It was 8 in the night. His vaguely sour expression shattered into a look of shock and anger. It quickly beacme defeated, exhaling a sigh and walking with shame to his father's office.

"Samuel Finemusk, the Eighth."

Samuel knocked on the door and heard a "go ahead," from the other side, opening up and giving a mumble of a hello to his father.

His father was a stout and tall gentleman. Hair slicked back up top to create a monochromatic pompodour with a bushy white mustache bellow. A large and strong gut rested bellow pecs that screamed either genetic mutation or an ex-Ottub player. A meaty and clawed hand puffed on a cigar as a grin spread across the matured skunk's face. His tail waved around, spreading a natural stink he wore with pride tha smelled oddly of a sweaty forest.

Samuel was used to it though. He sat down in front of his dad with his head in his hands and his penis giving its own long, drawn out, and no sign of going flaccid any time soon greeting.

His dad rose a white brow and then nodded slowly, "Regor and Percival?"

His son nodded, slowly grumbling and rubbing at his still aching ears.

"They're good workers. Good people. Don't mind them. They're GobTech family, kid. Even if they're annoying, gotta deal with 'em." The middle-aged skunk smiled wide and looked proud, "Must've made Percival angry though, or he forgot to wake you up early. Either or." With a deep bassy sigh he took a sip of gin filtered though his cigar. He expertly kept the booze away from the paper that he puffed on with glee.

"...I'm real hungry, dad." He leaned forward, childishly looking up at his father with pleadful eyes,

"Well..." He grinned wide, "You could always suck my dic-"

"Dad!" Samuel gasped, looking around and rushing to close the door with his ears lowered and his tail alert and high. He grumbled, "We're not home!"

Samuel Senior's brow rose and his expression seemed serious, almost as if it was an order rather than a suggestion. His pride and joy gulped and rubbed the back of his head, "I dunno... I mean..."

Samuel Senior's brow rose even higher, his tail wiggling and a cloud of GobTech patented Mustelidae Musk Masculinifying Mind Melter Mixture (Trademark GobTech) adjusted musk entered the air, in the blue flavor. He knew his boy liked the blue flavor.

Samuel changed his tone quickly, smiling wide and locking the door, "What am I saying, pop? I'd love to suck your dick!" The room became foggy with blue musk, vision obscured inside and Sam's old man letting out a hearty laugh in approval.

Like a kit with a bottle, Samuel fetched the thick and lengthy cock of his sire from his boxers, drool running down his mouth and spiraling blue eyes showing his current mental state. His flopping tongue wrapped around the offered meat like it was sacred, because it was!

"Ahhh... Shit... That's it, boy... Glad we can bond at work now." He grumbled and clawed into his desk, face contorting in pleasure as Samuel Junior gurgled on drool and giggled his lust for daddy dick.

The muskbrained young adult groaned out, "Cooooock..." He smiled wide and nestled his snout firmly under the balls of his dad, inhaling deeply and releasing a torrent of jizz in his pants from the sensation alone. He sighed out his pleasure, toes curling behind him and his dad moving Samuel's hand to his dick to stroke.

"You keep at that, boy. You'll get your supper real quick. Welcome to your after-job job, Sammy."

"Yes Daddy..." Sam muffled between the musky and plentiful asscrack of his dad.

Samuel's father casually puffed on his cigar, keeping the musk in the room powerful and potent. Almost toxic. Anyone who entered would be rendered mindless and eager. A shame his boy locked the door before he went full muskbrained.

He then stared down at his son, seeing only the top of his head and his tail from over his round and rotund gut. He chuckled and shoved his boy onto his cock, gagging him and getting him fed right. Choking was heard, then an easing slurp and wet smacking. The father of the cocksucker grinned wide, "Oh there we fucking go!" He laughed and snarled, new claw marks joining its fellows on his desk as he bared his fangs and shoved his son down to the base. Just like they practiced, he got this.

A gag, another gag, a splutter, then nothing but more sucking in a calm manner. He grinned wide, his son conquering his gag reflex like a pro under the influence of something that helped get one in the mood to take anything. The sensation was too much for the virile older male, a roar escaping his mouth as splinters flew from the desk in his passionate clawing.

The slut under his desk got a gutful of skunk spunk, hands scrambling to grasp the bare knees of the large fur feeding him and his belly distending as it was filled to the brim to make it a diet version of the actual gut up above.

His father sighed and pressed a button under the desk, the ventilation system turning on that was used to... well, harvest his musk. It went to the labs via a pipe and... it didn't really matter at this moment. It went to the central HQ for study, and the room got clear.

"...Uh-oh." He realized the sucking stopped and his boy felt kind of limp around his dick. He sucked his gut in and checked on his son to make sure he wasn't dead. He let out a relieved sigh, Sammy's eyes rolled back into his head and his smile dopey and serene. With a slick series of gagging and slurps, he was pulled off the dick and held by the back of his neck. His daddy eyed the splooge dripping down his pant leg and gasped, "Holy shit, Sammy. Are you growing dad nuts like your old man?" He chuckled and put Sammy on his lap, smiling and getting to work logging the test results to the main office with his muskblasted baby boy dozing off and falling into a nice slumber. A good first day on the job, his dad thought.