Business as Usual!

MARCC

Mesmeric Anomaly Research and Control Commission

The MARCC building wasn't like this when I headed home yesterday, right? Normally it's a towering art-deco skyscraper surrounded by other art-deco skyscrapers. Now it's a towering art-deco skyscraper that's been smeared with red and blue paint, and the boring, slick serif signage above the glass doors replaced with thick, ballooning letters. It looks like a toy store. 
There's also a sign hanging just beneath the MARCC text- more like a banner, actually, something you'd see at a fairground. Same colours, same font.

…Why would they need to qualify that?
Is this one of those 'breaches' I'd been warned about…? Whenever I mentioned I was working at MARCC to friends, they asked me how many 'breaches' I'd been involved in, as if it was a regular occurence

Is it even safe to step inside? What am I supposed to do… think, Parker, think. Stop staring at the door. Look at that gecko staring back at you. That's you, being indecisive…
My gut's telling me I need to go in. If this is a breach, then I need to see what we're dealing with, so I can call the right people, or…
Gah, I'm overthinking this.

I push through the front door, into the lobby.
It's…

PING~!

Business as Usual inside.
I see my co-workers running about in a frenzy, some climbing the walls, some climbing on each other, some of them yelling… but none of them sound agitated or frightened. It's like they've decided to have a rager of an office party at 9 in the morning…
But with way more naked people.
Everyone's just letting it all hang and swing out. 
Sammy the receptionist is up on the table, gyrating their hips and hiking up their skirt to to give everyone in sight a faceful of deer ass! Their hips jerk and swing and their thick cheeks clap so loud you can hear it over the rest of the racket!

"Good morning, Sammy!"

And when they look at me, I'm surprised to see their eyes are whirling with colour, red and blue pinwheels spinning at a dizzying speed…
Just as they always do! My eyes must be spiralling too…
What was I so worried about?
It was Business as Usual…~!

Music starts playing, from the PA systems in the corners of the lobby… it's the Monarch's Waltz! Oom-paa-paa, oom-paa-paa…~

"When you clock in, your mind clocks out
And reality floats away
And then it's time to muck about
And play for your Monarch all day~!"

It's our work anthem! We all stand still, super serious, and sing it right back to Monarch…
Oh! Oh yes… I have to drool, too… Monarch's's orders for me, specifically. I always have to be drooling in the office. So I let my mouth hang wide open and let out a long duhhhhhhh just to help the saliva along…
There it goes, pouring out of my mouth~! 
Heehee, yeah…
Drooling all my thoughts outta my empty, stuuupid head…

"Business as usual!"

Oh. Business as usual. Yes. Right back to work.
Someone's staring right at me as they approach, walking on massive, swollen paws.
It's Ed. My manager. A white komodo dragon, a lot taller than me, someone who I don't usually get along with. Oh boy. What is it now…?

He strides towards me, and his hand reaches out.
Ach, his handshake greeting's always a little rough…
But I unzip, to make it easier for him to grab my already-hard cock. Always have to be hard on duty.
I do the same, sliding down to his slit as his own cock slides out to greet it.
"Good morning, Parker."
"Duh."
He looks down his nose at me as he jerks me off. He's studying me. Oh boy. He's gonna nitpick something, isn't he…
But when he's looking at me like this, with his eyes all swirly, it reminds me of… didn't I get zonked by a snake once, through the glass enclosure…? I remember how dizzy and goofy it made me feel, like I was drunk…
"Duhhhh," I say.
"What're those on your feet?" he asks, pointing down at my feet with his free hand.


My _____ and ______?
What are these things on my feet? No wonder they felt so cramped… they're covered in some weird cloth sleeves, with a leathery harder thing over that…
"Duhhh?"
"Why aren't your feet showing? That's not up to dress code."
"Duhh?"
"Take those things off before you get in trouble!"
"Duh!"
I kick the hard things off and peel off the sleeves.
"Where'd you even find those things?" Ed asks.
I guess it was a prank?
"Duhhhh?"
Ed grabs my left foot before I can put it back on the ground, and I have to plant my right foot and my tail against the ground so I don't fall over.
He brings my toes right to his lips… then he kisses them, one kiss on each one. His forked tongue tickles, and I try not to laugh too hard.
"Much better, Parker," he says, before putting it back down on the floor at last. "Throw that stuff in the trash."
"Duhhh."

Classic Ed, kissing my toes and ordering me around… He's always pulling something like this.
Before I can take those weird things that were on my feet and throw them in the nearest trashcan, Silas runs in front of me and kicks them, sending them sailing through the air and into the trashcan.
"GOOOAL!" the yellow fox yells, pulling off his green button up and whipping it around in the air as he jerks himself off.
He's doing important work… I should leave him to it!

I look back towards Sam, who's bouncing up and down on their desk and giggling like a schoolgirl. They get right back to twerking, their ass clapping following me all the way down the hall.
As I head through the lobby and towards my desk, my soles stick to the cool, smooth wooden floor and peel off with each step… I love how it feels.
As I make my way through the sea of cubicles towards my own, all around me is chaos - Business as Usual.
I see Jaye and Taye, two almost identical tuxedo cats who're normally at each other's throats, jousting with their dicks and sloppily kissing each other. Aramack, that big buff dragon who's almost always using the gym on breaks, is currently getting lifted by one finger by Petru, the tiny little moth with arms like twigs. They're both grinning - Aramack looks like there isn't a thought in his head, and Petru's wearing a cockier look.
"Duhh!" I wave to every one of them as I pass, but they ignore me. I get it. They've got important work to do.

I open up my work computer and get right down to it. I have a really important report to finish, titled sdf;kltjrgehjipdfosxcghjl;.z,/advcm/fl,vbx./sdxv!
My paws mash and squish the keys… I'm up to page 500, and maybe I'll get to 750 before the morning's out…

I have to focus. Lots of important work to do.
"How's it all going?"
…It's Ed again. He's leaning over my cubicle, with a smile that looks way too sweet…
"Duhhh," I say, gesturing to my screen.
His tongue flits out, and he smirks.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot this morning… I feel like making it up to you."

There isn't a lot of space in the cubicle. But that doesn't deter him. He manages to cram himself beneath my desk, and get his face right back against my feet. How am I supposed to type with him smooching my soles?!
"Duuuh!" I protest, my fingers and palms quivering and causing me to write aopsijdfaodjik when I meant to write popopopopplopkoppko!
But… he is my superior. And Business as Usual dictates that I need to let him do what he wants.
It does tickle in just the right way, too… And he's having a good time, seeing as his cock's quite hard…
I decide allow myself to enjoy his tongue on my flesh, his teeth nibbling on my toes… and my cock dripping all over his chest as he works.

After an hour or so, the tannoy blares again… there's the mincing oom-pah-pah again!

"It's snack time! Get your food on!"

Birdseed rains from the sprinklers up above, all over my hands and the drool-soaked keyboard…
It draws my attention to the spinny spiral on it, oh that's fun, spinny spinny spinnyyy…. and something else starts spinning in the centre, a chicken's head, a moving beak…

PING~!

I'm a chicken!
That's me!
Bokbok!
I leap onto my chair, flapping my wings, and then leap up onto the desk, kicking and scratching at the computer keyboard to dig out all the yummy seeds. I peck at the keys and slurp up the crunchy, nutty little treats…
There's more raining from the ceiling, but chickens can't look up all that easily, so I stick to the ground!
My drool smears on the floor as I stomp around, head low, looking for treats to nibble off the floor.
I keep crashing and jockeying with other animals - there's a big cow who looks like a komodo dragon but he's definitely a cow, and he's mooing at me as he headbutts me out of the way! Ow! They should watch where they're going, I'm trying to peck food off the…
Wait…
I don't have a beak, am I really a chicken…?

Business as usual.

Yes I am! I'm a chicken! Bokbokbok…~
And there's other chickens too! And cows going moo, and horses going neeeeigh, even if we don't all look like cows and horses and chickens. I see a chicken who looks like a horse, and we flap and cluck at each other as we fight over a big pile of sunflower seeds!
The room's completely destroyed!

Just like always…
The Tannoy comes on again, and I stick my head up to listen. It's… not the Monarch's voice this time.
"Parker! To the my office, please…"
It's my 'boss'… the Director of MARCC… 
Even though we all serve and play for the Monarch, I still have to answer to him…
Uh-oh. This isn't going to be about me being late, is it…?
I have to head to the office, but I keep my head down low.
It's going to make me late, but what am I supposed to do? I have to keep doing my job… gotta keep pecking, looking for treats…

So it takes me about half an hour to get to the elevator and ride it up to the top floor…

When I reach the big mahogany door (after passing by his receptionists, who're currently playing patty-cake with their butts), I remember I don't have hands… I scratch and peck and cluck, looking over at the receptionists… Someone's gotta let me in…
"Oh right."

PING~!

I'm a gecko! I've always been a gecko. I've got hands. I can open the door myself…!
"Duhhh!" I apologise as I step inside.
There's the director, at his desk - no, sorry, as the desk! The boar's on his hands and knees, and smiling straight down at the floor. His dicks' dribbling too…
And Monarch's got his white-soled monkey-feet on his back.
The short jester monkey grins widely at me. The patch-work tassels of his hat sort of look like a crown if you squint… that's why he's called that.
He's twirling his fingers and tail in the air, like he's conducting music…
"There you are, o gecko mine!
Your break's done. Toe-licking time!"

PING~!

Business as usual. I always lick Monarch's feet at this time of day!
"Duhhh!" I salute and hurry over, my wet mouth already warmed up to give them a bath… I hurry right over and kneel in front of the Director-Desk, pushing my face in to smooch and and nuzzle… this is even more important than my writing report. I've gotten really good at licking his paws over the last month… or was it longer? It feels like I've been doing this forever…
I hope it is! I wanna keep doing it forever. I'm so good at my job…

"Oh, what day's it today… goodness!"

He suddenly rises into the air and pirouettes. I try to lick at his feet as he goes, but he just pushes off of my face, and I whine and slump over the boss.

I hear Monarch sing again, That waltz starts to play…

"The Thirtieth becomes the First
And Hypnovember's done!
So joyful it was, my heart could've burst!
Till next year, everyone~!"

And just like that… he vanishes!
Sweet, smelly smoke goes straight up my nose - along with sparkling sand that sticks to the inside of my nostrils! I sneeze so hard I think my brain's gonna fly out of my head…
And as I do, things suddenly come into focus, like when I first got my eyes tested and realised how blind I was before the contacts…
Everything's pin sharp again.

The office is a mess. It smells weird too…
…What happened here?
Oh fuck. Why am I draped over the Director like a slab of meat?

Why are we both NAKED?!