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It's that time of year again... Macro March! This is the last day of it, even! Squeezed out one last one even. Knocked this one out as part of a stream earlier today featuring lots of cameos!
Cameos:
Mannoth
kernelDecoy
Balina
March-dragon
Ellebop
Macro March: Big Boss
By: RaddaRaem
Denim wrapped tightly around her waist, the maned wolf grunted as she ducked down and practically crawled into her car. Knees bunched against the steering wheel, even with the cracked leather seat shifted all the way back, the vertically gifted canine clicked her seatbelt into place as rain thrummed against her SUV turned clown car. Her thick broad feet spilled well past both the brakes and the accelerator. Her eyes swiveled towards the digital clock embedded into the dashboard.
“Better no hope than false hope,” she demurred with a sigh. Already late for her first meeting and she hadn’t even gotten on the road yet. About as strong a start to the day as any. Tipping her purse onto its side, its contents regurgitated upon the passenger seat, she opted to at the very least call into her meeting. An artificial ring, buzzing from her phone cocooned in plastic, competed with the steady pounding of the rain against the metal roof pressing against the back of her head.
“Mornin’ Mahigan,” she groggily spoke aloud.
“Good morning, boss! Myself, Luci, Ottie, and Jack are awaiting your orders. Sirko’s… somewhere!”
Victoria rolled her eyes as her breasts pressed against the back of her knees. In fits and spurts she reversed out of her driveway and down the rain slicked streets. “Please stop calling me that.”
“Whatever you say, boss!” Snickers crackled with static worked their way out of the phone’s speakers. With a click, Victoria’s headlights flicked to life and illuminated the streets suffocated with shadow. Blinking blearily, the canine double checked what time it was.
“That just encourages you, doesn’t it?” the maned wolf replied. Eyes darting back and forth against the sides of her sockets she couldn’t help but question the lack of traffic. Victoria’s ears, as much as they were able to given they were already pressed against the fabric lined roof, flattened against her head when the wailing sirens pierced the air.
“…You’re not driving in, are you?” Luci’s bleats, ringing with worry, filtered through.
A crackle of static preempted the next speaker. “We just uh… assumed you’d be working from home today. Given the…” Ottie’s voice paused as the shrill of the sirens radiated throughout the conference room. “That.”
“I would’ve if I had bothered to check the weather,” Victoria casually replied as thunder bellowed overhead. Flashes of lightning illuminated the skeletal trees stripped bare of their leaves. No doubt courtesy of the while the howling winds that sent her car wobbling in and out of her lane. “I’m makin’ good time as it is. It’d take me more time to turn tail back home as it is.”
“If you’re suuuuuure,” Jack chirped over the conference call.
“Besides,” Victoria snorted as the Macro March storm front roared outside. “Not like any of you would notice if I came in a couple extra inches or feet taller.”
“To be fair,” Balina moofed, “the very first words to come out of my mouth when we met were ‘Fuck you’re tall,’ and yet, you still hired me.”
The maned wolf allowed herself to crack a grin. “HR still doesn’t know about that, by the by.”
“…What am I being blackballed into doing today?” Balina sheepishly moofed as her coworkers failed to hold back giggles.
“Coffee and a bagel on my desk by the time I get in. I’ll see you there in… give or take ten minutes. In the meantime, the lot of you can get to work tidying up the Trello boards. We have a lot of carryover from last sprint and I want comments on each remaining task explaining why that’s the case. We’ll identify and prioritize the blockers from there. Sound like a plan? Also, Mahigan, please don’t salute.”
“Too late,” a sheepy, Joltik, and woodpecker chorus groaned out.
Squinting, Victoria clutched her clawed fingers around the steering wheel as she surveyed the parking structure. Driving up and down its slopes, her headlights piercing the walls of water slipping in through the gaps in concrete, the maned wolf dragged out a sigh as it grew increasingly apparent no spots remained.
“Fine, whatever,” she grumped as she pulled up onto the otherwise empty roof. “Little water never hurt anyone.” Flicking the ignition off, the maned wolf watched as her windshield wipers froze in place. Wavering sheets of liquid washed over her windshield and blotted her view of the outside world. The muscles in her legs tensed as she waited and waited… and waited... and waited some more, for any sort of reprieve from the weather.
Brows arched, Victoria pulled her lips flat. Surely… no more than a few seconds out there wouldn’t do her any harm. Cheeks puffed out, she unbuckled her seat belt and awkwardly slung her purse over her shoulder. Blowing a raspberry, the maned wolf tossed her door open and stumbled out into the rain. Door slammed shut behind her, she hauled ass into the closest stairwell and retreated into the airy concrete halls of within the parking structure.
Arms tossed out at her sides, Victoria cautiously observed absolutely nothing of note happen. She was sopping wet and that was about it. “See? No harm done,” she reassured herself as she ran a hand through her slicked back shoulder-length hair. Broad paws gently papping against the concrete, the by default Amazonian canine ducked repeatedly to avoid bonking against the height clearance signs dangling from the floor above. The tightening of her cuffs around her ankles, nor her blouse untucking itself from her waist, failed to register within the wolf’s mind as she sauntered through the labyrinthine structure and into the office building.
“Good morning, Miss Victoria!” Lucibelle sheepishly and shyly bleated as she stared into her boss’ navel.
“Hey there, Luci,” Victoria smirked back. Chin tucked against her bosom, the maned wolf warmly regarded her thigh high intern. “Settling in alright?”
Fidgeting her hooves together, the Bergamasca sheep nodded shyly and shed an inch. “Mmhmm! I-I even have a cubicle now!”
“Probably because I asked for one,” the maned wolf smirked. “Who again thought it was a good idea to just drag a table out of the cafeteria and call it your workstation? Lazy as eff all is what it was.”
Hands papped against her cheeks, Luci bahhed and huffed and retreated to her desk before her shyness powered shrinking magic could exacerbate the difference between them any further.
“We actually managed… what? Two sentences today? You’re improving, Luci!” Bidding her sheepy subordinate a wave, Victoria lumbered through the boxy aisles of her office to check in on the troops.
Coffee cup in hand, Victoria sipped loudly of its caffeinated contents while she stood by Ottie’s desk. Ears practically brushing against the fluorescent lights, her shadow swallowed up the Joltik’s multiple monitors. “Heyo, Ottie. Anyone try to poach you yet?”
Swiveling about in his chair, the diminutive Pokemorph found himself about eye level with his floor boss’ knees. “Do I have to answer that?”
Victoria simply arched her brows.
“…Yessssss?”
“Good!” she contentedly barked. “Means I can shake down a bigger budget from Management to keep you here. Gotta keep the shorty squad together, you know?” Acknowledging his hard work with a sashay of her aisle filling hips, the canine continued along with her rounds.
Tail flicking behind her, Victoria shot Balina a knowing nod as she poked a bagel between her limbs. The multi-limbed moof, quickly clicking away from the livestreams into other realities clogging up an entire monitor, shot her a quadruple thumbs up in response.
“Jack, Sirko!” the maned wolf called out upon approach. “How’re those comments coming along?”
“Ack!” Jack squawked as he fumbled with his keyboard. “O-oh! Uh, well…” he poked his feathered fingers together bashfully. “About that! See, you were in such a hurry that…”
“There aren’t any!” the candlewolf proudly woofed. Scooching back from his desk, Sirko turned a monitor towards her revealing an emptied Trello board. Every task had since been set to Done. “Was faster to finish them off instead of explaining away why they weren’t!”
Hand on her hip, Victoria couldn’t help but aww. “Awww… awwhaha you two! The lot of you, even! I told you overtime all the time wasn’t supposed to be a thing!” She bent at the knees slightly as her head brushed against the ceiling. “Well, shit. There goes our morning then. No need for retrospectives or nothing then. I’m uhh… at a loss.” Twiddling her fingers against her thighs, which slowly but surely crept up and out of their denim confines, she mulled their options. “We already have the third floor conference room reserved. Wanna just screw around in there for the time allotted and log it as like… team building or whatever? Not like I expect us to get anything done on a Friday anyway.”
“Does anyone else just sorta, I dunno, revel at the fact we get paid to do this?” Ottie thought aloud as he leaned back in his chair. Hands, all of them, clasped behind his head, he couldn’t help but marvel at the fact he was being encouraged, and paid, to shoot the shit.
Bobbing back and forth in the chair beside him, Sirko growled in delighted agreement as embers burned atop his flickering tail.
“I do. All the time,” Victoria acknowledged with a chuckle as, with some difficulty, she squeezed her hips through the narrow doorframe and plunked her broad rear upon the carpeted floor. “So then. I guess since we’re all gathered here together… now would be as good a time as any to decide what we’re getting for lunch. Any takers? And no, Balina. Just because you have more hands doesn’t mean you have more votes.” A shit-eating grin creased her lips at the playful grumbling she received in reply.
Scooching about face, Victoria turned to face one of the many whiteboards lining the walls of the conference room. Even while sitting she still dwarfed her employees in height. “Alright so…”
Calls, bleats, chirps, and woofs for all manner of foodstuffs echoed throughout the room as Victoria wrote out the options available to them. As she did so, her jeans strained and tugged apart at the seams while they failed to hold back her lengthening legs and increasingly bountiful behind.
“Uhh… boss,” Jack chimed in.
“M-Miss Victoria!” Luci opined.
“I’m writing as fast as I can!”
Tail wig wagging behind him, Sirko preemptively shooshed Ottie. “Just let it happen,” he smirked as he clapped his hands together.
“Alright so we got Long John Magikarp’s, Mexican, Subs…”
Balina moofed quietly to herself while she in turn rubbed her many hands together.
Ears flicking to attention, Victoria couldn’t help but take note of the silence to settle upon the room. “What? You all suggested these why aren’t you…” Jaw gone slack, she couldn’t help but notice that her ears were brushing against the ceiling once more. While sitting.
“Aww hell. Umm. So.” Lips pulled flat, the maned wolf inhaled deeply as her ass pressed against and tipped up the conference table behind her. “You probably can’t escape by now can you?” she casually remarked as her thighs pressed against opposite walls.
“Nor do we terribly want toooooo,” Balina chimed in.
“Mahigan, you could at least do me the courtesy of trying not to encourage this,” Victoria grunted as she slouched forward and came to rest upon her knees. Her broad feet slid further and further back through the conference room. The canine’s plump toes pressed against the fancy conference room chairs and sent them wheeling back.
White and wooly cheeks burning red hot, Lucibelle bahhed and flailed and fwipped her short tail back and forth behind her ashamedly as she couldn’t help but ogle. Burying her head into her hands, sheep snoot brushing back and forth against her palms, she nuuuued as she dwindled within her seat. She eeped when another nudge sent her chair bouncing back forcefully into a wall. The impact sent her tumbling forward onto her big boss’ warm soft soles and, with an eep, she dwindled to but a speck of lint atop its warm padded expanse.
“…Ottie. Could you do me a solid and keep an eye on Luci down there?” Victoria reluctantly asked, her chin tucked against her shoulder.
“I. Well. Okay, so I won’t say no,” the Joltik dutifully replied. Flopping forward onto a thick fat wolf paw, he allowed himself to shrink right after the sheep. Losing himself in the creases and valleys of wrinkles that lined Victoria’s soles.
Biting down into her lip, Victoria curled her toes protectively around the woodpecker and candlewolf wriggling themselves into the gaps between her padded digits. “What about you, Balina?” the maned wolf sighed as she dipped her head low and her back pressed against the ceiling. Cracks in the plaster spread out from her welling form and rained down upon the lone moof that remained.
“Eh, you know me.” Leaning back in her chair, Balina contentedly eyed a gigantic pair of buttcheeks steadily blotting out her view, bowing out the walls and windows that had the poor misfortune to be flanking them. “I’ll just let what happens, happen. You are the big boss, after all! Big bootied, big feetsied, big…” Balina trailed off as she was forcefully buried beneath it all for the sake of shutting her up.
Cameos:
Mannoth
kernelDecoy
Balina
March-dragon
EllebopMacro March: Big Boss
By: RaddaRaem
Denim wrapped tightly around her waist, the maned wolf grunted as she ducked down and practically crawled into her car. Knees bunched against the steering wheel, even with the cracked leather seat shifted all the way back, the vertically gifted canine clicked her seatbelt into place as rain thrummed against her SUV turned clown car. Her thick broad feet spilled well past both the brakes and the accelerator. Her eyes swiveled towards the digital clock embedded into the dashboard.
“Better no hope than false hope,” she demurred with a sigh. Already late for her first meeting and she hadn’t even gotten on the road yet. About as strong a start to the day as any. Tipping her purse onto its side, its contents regurgitated upon the passenger seat, she opted to at the very least call into her meeting. An artificial ring, buzzing from her phone cocooned in plastic, competed with the steady pounding of the rain against the metal roof pressing against the back of her head.
“Mornin’ Mahigan,” she groggily spoke aloud.
“Good morning, boss! Myself, Luci, Ottie, and Jack are awaiting your orders. Sirko’s… somewhere!”
Victoria rolled her eyes as her breasts pressed against the back of her knees. In fits and spurts she reversed out of her driveway and down the rain slicked streets. “Please stop calling me that.”
“Whatever you say, boss!” Snickers crackled with static worked their way out of the phone’s speakers. With a click, Victoria’s headlights flicked to life and illuminated the streets suffocated with shadow. Blinking blearily, the canine double checked what time it was.
“That just encourages you, doesn’t it?” the maned wolf replied. Eyes darting back and forth against the sides of her sockets she couldn’t help but question the lack of traffic. Victoria’s ears, as much as they were able to given they were already pressed against the fabric lined roof, flattened against her head when the wailing sirens pierced the air.
“…You’re not driving in, are you?” Luci’s bleats, ringing with worry, filtered through.
A crackle of static preempted the next speaker. “We just uh… assumed you’d be working from home today. Given the…” Ottie’s voice paused as the shrill of the sirens radiated throughout the conference room. “That.”
“I would’ve if I had bothered to check the weather,” Victoria casually replied as thunder bellowed overhead. Flashes of lightning illuminated the skeletal trees stripped bare of their leaves. No doubt courtesy of the while the howling winds that sent her car wobbling in and out of her lane. “I’m makin’ good time as it is. It’d take me more time to turn tail back home as it is.”
“If you’re suuuuuure,” Jack chirped over the conference call.
“Besides,” Victoria snorted as the Macro March storm front roared outside. “Not like any of you would notice if I came in a couple extra inches or feet taller.”
“To be fair,” Balina moofed, “the very first words to come out of my mouth when we met were ‘Fuck you’re tall,’ and yet, you still hired me.”
The maned wolf allowed herself to crack a grin. “HR still doesn’t know about that, by the by.”
“…What am I being blackballed into doing today?” Balina sheepishly moofed as her coworkers failed to hold back giggles.
“Coffee and a bagel on my desk by the time I get in. I’ll see you there in… give or take ten minutes. In the meantime, the lot of you can get to work tidying up the Trello boards. We have a lot of carryover from last sprint and I want comments on each remaining task explaining why that’s the case. We’ll identify and prioritize the blockers from there. Sound like a plan? Also, Mahigan, please don’t salute.”
“Too late,” a sheepy, Joltik, and woodpecker chorus groaned out.
Squinting, Victoria clutched her clawed fingers around the steering wheel as she surveyed the parking structure. Driving up and down its slopes, her headlights piercing the walls of water slipping in through the gaps in concrete, the maned wolf dragged out a sigh as it grew increasingly apparent no spots remained.
“Fine, whatever,” she grumped as she pulled up onto the otherwise empty roof. “Little water never hurt anyone.” Flicking the ignition off, the maned wolf watched as her windshield wipers froze in place. Wavering sheets of liquid washed over her windshield and blotted her view of the outside world. The muscles in her legs tensed as she waited and waited… and waited... and waited some more, for any sort of reprieve from the weather.
Brows arched, Victoria pulled her lips flat. Surely… no more than a few seconds out there wouldn’t do her any harm. Cheeks puffed out, she unbuckled her seat belt and awkwardly slung her purse over her shoulder. Blowing a raspberry, the maned wolf tossed her door open and stumbled out into the rain. Door slammed shut behind her, she hauled ass into the closest stairwell and retreated into the airy concrete halls of within the parking structure.
Arms tossed out at her sides, Victoria cautiously observed absolutely nothing of note happen. She was sopping wet and that was about it. “See? No harm done,” she reassured herself as she ran a hand through her slicked back shoulder-length hair. Broad paws gently papping against the concrete, the by default Amazonian canine ducked repeatedly to avoid bonking against the height clearance signs dangling from the floor above. The tightening of her cuffs around her ankles, nor her blouse untucking itself from her waist, failed to register within the wolf’s mind as she sauntered through the labyrinthine structure and into the office building.
“Good morning, Miss Victoria!” Lucibelle sheepishly and shyly bleated as she stared into her boss’ navel.
“Hey there, Luci,” Victoria smirked back. Chin tucked against her bosom, the maned wolf warmly regarded her thigh high intern. “Settling in alright?”
Fidgeting her hooves together, the Bergamasca sheep nodded shyly and shed an inch. “Mmhmm! I-I even have a cubicle now!”
“Probably because I asked for one,” the maned wolf smirked. “Who again thought it was a good idea to just drag a table out of the cafeteria and call it your workstation? Lazy as eff all is what it was.”
Hands papped against her cheeks, Luci bahhed and huffed and retreated to her desk before her shyness powered shrinking magic could exacerbate the difference between them any further.
“We actually managed… what? Two sentences today? You’re improving, Luci!” Bidding her sheepy subordinate a wave, Victoria lumbered through the boxy aisles of her office to check in on the troops.
Coffee cup in hand, Victoria sipped loudly of its caffeinated contents while she stood by Ottie’s desk. Ears practically brushing against the fluorescent lights, her shadow swallowed up the Joltik’s multiple monitors. “Heyo, Ottie. Anyone try to poach you yet?”
Swiveling about in his chair, the diminutive Pokemorph found himself about eye level with his floor boss’ knees. “Do I have to answer that?”
Victoria simply arched her brows.
“…Yessssss?”
“Good!” she contentedly barked. “Means I can shake down a bigger budget from Management to keep you here. Gotta keep the shorty squad together, you know?” Acknowledging his hard work with a sashay of her aisle filling hips, the canine continued along with her rounds.
Tail flicking behind her, Victoria shot Balina a knowing nod as she poked a bagel between her limbs. The multi-limbed moof, quickly clicking away from the livestreams into other realities clogging up an entire monitor, shot her a quadruple thumbs up in response.
“Jack, Sirko!” the maned wolf called out upon approach. “How’re those comments coming along?”
“Ack!” Jack squawked as he fumbled with his keyboard. “O-oh! Uh, well…” he poked his feathered fingers together bashfully. “About that! See, you were in such a hurry that…”
“There aren’t any!” the candlewolf proudly woofed. Scooching back from his desk, Sirko turned a monitor towards her revealing an emptied Trello board. Every task had since been set to Done. “Was faster to finish them off instead of explaining away why they weren’t!”
Hand on her hip, Victoria couldn’t help but aww. “Awww… awwhaha you two! The lot of you, even! I told you overtime all the time wasn’t supposed to be a thing!” She bent at the knees slightly as her head brushed against the ceiling. “Well, shit. There goes our morning then. No need for retrospectives or nothing then. I’m uhh… at a loss.” Twiddling her fingers against her thighs, which slowly but surely crept up and out of their denim confines, she mulled their options. “We already have the third floor conference room reserved. Wanna just screw around in there for the time allotted and log it as like… team building or whatever? Not like I expect us to get anything done on a Friday anyway.”
“Does anyone else just sorta, I dunno, revel at the fact we get paid to do this?” Ottie thought aloud as he leaned back in his chair. Hands, all of them, clasped behind his head, he couldn’t help but marvel at the fact he was being encouraged, and paid, to shoot the shit.
Bobbing back and forth in the chair beside him, Sirko growled in delighted agreement as embers burned atop his flickering tail.
“I do. All the time,” Victoria acknowledged with a chuckle as, with some difficulty, she squeezed her hips through the narrow doorframe and plunked her broad rear upon the carpeted floor. “So then. I guess since we’re all gathered here together… now would be as good a time as any to decide what we’re getting for lunch. Any takers? And no, Balina. Just because you have more hands doesn’t mean you have more votes.” A shit-eating grin creased her lips at the playful grumbling she received in reply.
Scooching about face, Victoria turned to face one of the many whiteboards lining the walls of the conference room. Even while sitting she still dwarfed her employees in height. “Alright so…”
Calls, bleats, chirps, and woofs for all manner of foodstuffs echoed throughout the room as Victoria wrote out the options available to them. As she did so, her jeans strained and tugged apart at the seams while they failed to hold back her lengthening legs and increasingly bountiful behind.
“Uhh… boss,” Jack chimed in.
“M-Miss Victoria!” Luci opined.
“I’m writing as fast as I can!”
Tail wig wagging behind him, Sirko preemptively shooshed Ottie. “Just let it happen,” he smirked as he clapped his hands together.
“Alright so we got Long John Magikarp’s, Mexican, Subs…”
Balina moofed quietly to herself while she in turn rubbed her many hands together.
Ears flicking to attention, Victoria couldn’t help but take note of the silence to settle upon the room. “What? You all suggested these why aren’t you…” Jaw gone slack, she couldn’t help but notice that her ears were brushing against the ceiling once more. While sitting.
“Aww hell. Umm. So.” Lips pulled flat, the maned wolf inhaled deeply as her ass pressed against and tipped up the conference table behind her. “You probably can’t escape by now can you?” she casually remarked as her thighs pressed against opposite walls.
“Nor do we terribly want toooooo,” Balina chimed in.
“Mahigan, you could at least do me the courtesy of trying not to encourage this,” Victoria grunted as she slouched forward and came to rest upon her knees. Her broad feet slid further and further back through the conference room. The canine’s plump toes pressed against the fancy conference room chairs and sent them wheeling back.
White and wooly cheeks burning red hot, Lucibelle bahhed and flailed and fwipped her short tail back and forth behind her ashamedly as she couldn’t help but ogle. Burying her head into her hands, sheep snoot brushing back and forth against her palms, she nuuuued as she dwindled within her seat. She eeped when another nudge sent her chair bouncing back forcefully into a wall. The impact sent her tumbling forward onto her big boss’ warm soft soles and, with an eep, she dwindled to but a speck of lint atop its warm padded expanse.
“…Ottie. Could you do me a solid and keep an eye on Luci down there?” Victoria reluctantly asked, her chin tucked against her shoulder.
“I. Well. Okay, so I won’t say no,” the Joltik dutifully replied. Flopping forward onto a thick fat wolf paw, he allowed himself to shrink right after the sheep. Losing himself in the creases and valleys of wrinkles that lined Victoria’s soles.
Biting down into her lip, Victoria curled her toes protectively around the woodpecker and candlewolf wriggling themselves into the gaps between her padded digits. “What about you, Balina?” the maned wolf sighed as she dipped her head low and her back pressed against the ceiling. Cracks in the plaster spread out from her welling form and rained down upon the lone moof that remained.
“Eh, you know me.” Leaning back in her chair, Balina contentedly eyed a gigantic pair of buttcheeks steadily blotting out her view, bowing out the walls and windows that had the poor misfortune to be flanking them. “I’ll just let what happens, happen. You are the big boss, after all! Big bootied, big feetsied, big…” Balina trailed off as she was forcefully buried beneath it all for the sake of shutting her up.
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