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With a scream that was half-feminine, half-guttural moo, she came again, soaking her home office carpet. It already smelled like a barnyard, so what was a little more going to hurt? None of her coworkers were going to be inhaling it over the webcam. Problem was, the heady smell kept turning her on, in a self-perpetuating cycle...

She was fairly confident that she didn't have to worry about repercussions for satisfying herself like this on the clock. The company had initiatives and incentives in place to keep transformed persons on staff, and it wasn't like her metrics were poor, either. Her job was a joke, the spreadsheets were done in minutes and she was left twiddling her hooves...so twiddle, she did.

She kept a blouse next to her desk to slip on during meetings. There were times she'd been caught rather breathless, and assumed some of her coworkers knew. But everyone "knew"...Frank was cheating with Melanie. Anderson didn't tab away quickly enough from his sports betting sites. Luke openly played old RPGs. So why couldn't she jill herself off once in a while? Like, four times per day?

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