Dylan, stinky hare | Scotiacon 2027

@dylanbunbun.bsky.social

35 / furry art / fancier of paws and bigness / artist / sometimes chats politics

She/He/They. 18+ on account only! <3<3 engaged to @docomega.bsky.social <3<3

I also have a FA account!: www.furaffinity.net/user/dylbun

@tezzadnah.bsky.socialReposted by @dylanbunbun.bsky.social

"-It's about the future of THIS company and I can tell you're not listening to me! 💢💢" There is a short story related to the piece in the alt text My good friend @dipdoo.bsky.social Helped a lot with writing it.

Your manager, Jane, has called you into her office to discuss a rather important matter. It's getting late now and everybody at work looks tired, so it wouldn't hurt to get comfortable right? As you walk in, you can see that Jane’s looking plenty comfy. Resting on a couch with her shirt already partly unbuttoned and feet kicked up on a high table. "Take a seat, please. My back can't stand another minute in that awful office chair..." You sat down and listened. Her voice was calm, soothing even, like white noise, but tired too. It makes it hard to treat a meeting with your boss as something to summon some focus for, especially with the casual feel. But there was something that made paying proper attention tough. You’ve been staring at her large soles from the moment you sat down. Legs crossed at the ankles, almost right in front of you, putting them so close that you can easily see she’s been on them all day. Her dark tights were a great fit, effortlessly highlighting the thickness of her legs and making her skin look even softer, smoother. With her feet nearly in your face, your eyes roamed along them. You can see every little wrinkle, all the stubborn specks of dust stuck to her heels… even the tiny shifts of her toes. Your cheeks warm up as your heart beats faster. To Jane it's probably nothing, just giving her aching legs some relief. Her dogs were barking so she decided to take her heels off and let them out, oblivious to how it would tease and tempt you. Putting one’s feet on the table while talking to someone might be a sign of disrespect, but Jane knows you're both tired and neither of you are too stuck up. It’s her office anyway, so she can do as she pleases. Suddenly, her legs shift, toes scrunching... -"HEY!"- She barked, just shy of shouting. A shiver runs down your spine... Is she onto you? -"I can tell you're not paying attention! Maybe you can tell me what's so distracting, huh?" Thanks for reading! Character limit wouldn't let me write more :/
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