Like Cats and Dogs

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Content Warning for the following: hatesex, violence, biting

Jess leant back in her chair and had a tail waggingly good stretch. As long as no one dumped more work on her desk, she might actually get out the door by 5 today.

She'd finished up most of her work and just needed to send out a couple more emails when someone loomed over her desk. She looked up to see Liz beaming at her and looking even more excited than usual.

"Heya, Jess!" said Liz, vibrating with excitement.

"Afternoon, Liz." replied Jess, "Not here to dump more work on me are you?"

"Nope!" said Liz, "I'm here to invite you to post-project drinks with the rest of the team!"

Fuck. Jess had forgotten about that. They'd just finished up a rather large project and the boss had said he'd pay for a couple rounds at the bar down the road. It wasn't really Jess's thing, but she should at least show up for a little bit.

"I'll be there." said Jess.

"Yay!" cheered Liz, "See you there!"

Jess was back to writing the email she'd been working on, when she heard Liz ask, "Are you going to be joining us, Irene?"

She hoped Irene wasn't going to be joining them, otherwise she'd be making a very brief appearance. It's not that she had any specific issues with Irene, it was just that, well... Irene was a catfolk, and they didn't really get on with dogfolk all too well at the best of times.

They'd both joined the team at around the same time, and they'd done well to avoid each other, but she'd seen Irene shooting unfriendly glares her way a bit too often. It had mostly been fine until the desks had been rearranged a couple weeks back. Now they were just a couple seats down from each other, and Irene had been giving her sharp looks ever since.

"Sure, whatever." replied Irene.

Fuck.

Jess glanced over to see Irene talking to some random guy from the office, just a table over from her. She'd been trying to ignore her, but every so often she could feel Irene staring daggers at her.

She was vaguely listening to someone from her team talking about their plans for the weekend when she noticed Irene excuse herself, then make her way towards the bathroom. Jess waited a couple minutes, then did the same.

The bar only had a couple small self contained unisex bathrooms at the end of a secluded corridor, and both of them were occupied when she got there. She only had to wait a few more moments before one of the doors opened and out stepped Irene. She gave Jess another glare as she started to make her way back towards the rest of the team.

Jess grabbed her arm and dragged her back into the bathroom as she tried to pass. Once inside she asked, in an accusatory tone, "Have we got a problem?"

Irene shook her off and snapped back, "I don't know? Do we?"

"You've been glaring at me for weeks now. What's your problem?" asked Jess.

"You. You're my problem." hissed Irene, sneering back at her.

"What the hell did I do to you?"

"Exist."

"What the hell does that mean?!" said Jess, on the verge of shouting.

"You and your wagging fucking tail!" shouted Irene, "Being so friendly to everyone! You fucking mutts have it so fucking easy!"

"Excuse me?!"

"Everyone's soooo fucking nice to you!" said Irene, getting in closer, "People avoid me if they can help it, treat me with suspicion. But you! They like you! They want to work with you! They want to be your damn best friend!"

"I don't see how that's my problem. Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, people might actually want to be around you."

"I'm the bitch am I!?!" screamed Irene.

"From what I've seen, yeah."

"What should I do? Should I act like you? Should I wag my tail? Give them those puppy dog eyes you're so good at?" asked Irene, grabbing a handful of Jess's shirt.

"A smile would be a start!" shouted Jess, leaning in until they were pretty much nose to nose.

"Oh! A smile?! You want me to smile!"

"Yeah, I do! It might even look cute!"

Irene seemed paused for a second, just staring at Jess before making a sudden lunge towards her. Jess had expected a headbutt but had instead found herself in a kiss.

Before she could process what was going on, let alone react, she felt a sharp pain in her lip, and Irene pulled away. She was smiling back at Jess, a little blood on her lip.

"How's that?" asked Irene, radiating smugness.

Without thinking, Jess shoved her, then before Irene could say anything she closed in and kissed her back. The metallic taste of her own blood mixed with whatever beer Irene been drinking as their tongues intertwined. It only lasted a few seconds, but when she pulled away, Irene's piercing glare was back.

"How was that?" said Jess, mockingly.

Irene didn't say anything, instead opting to shove Jess, causing her to slam into the wall, head thumping off the cold tiles.

Still reeling from the impact, Jess made out the sound of a lock engaging. When her eyes finally managed to focus, they made out Irene moving towards her at speed, murder in her eyes. Before she could say anything Irene was on her again, fingers in her hair as their lips locked once more.

Irene pushed a leg between Jess's thighs, a smile seemingly coming across her face as she did so. As she pulled away, panting, she looked down and laughed, "Are you fucking hard right now? Are you fucking enjoying this?"

Jess had had enough of her smug bullshit — she wanted to shut the bitch up. So, without saying anything, she spun her around, and placed a hand over her mouth, tilting her head back as she did so. Irene tried to say something, but the hand muffled it.

"Finally some peace and quiet." said Jess, as she slid a hand into Irene's pants.

Irene was soaking.

As she pulled her hand back out, she presented her drenched fingers to Irene, and said, "Looks like you're enjoying this too, dear."

She felt Irene's sharp teeth dig into her hand, causing her yelp and pull her hand away.

"So what if I am, mongrel?" panted Irene, grinding up against her.

"Then stop biting me, flee bag." replied Jess, shoving a couple fingers into Irene's mouth.

Jess's hand plunged back into Irene's pants, making its way to her clit, letting a finger circle it. Irene let out a soft moan, unable to muffle it with fingers in her mouth. Jess was starting to find her a bit cute, at least when she wasn't talking.

Irene quivered and squirmed against Jess's hand as she started to work two fingers inside. A shaking hand planted itself on Jess's neck as Irene tried to steady herself; nails sinking in as she let out a deep guttural moan. Jess winced, then growled, "Are you trying to piss me off?"

While Irene was trying, and failing, to give a response, Jess plunged her fingers in deep. Irene let out a squeak, and almost went completely limp, barely holding herself up by her grip on Jess's neck.

"Nothing more to say, you little cunt?" said Jess, in a whisper that was verging on a growl. No response came as she started to move her fingers. Jess nibbled on Irene's ear as she whispered, "That's a good girl."

Jess continued to move her fingers as Irene continued to let out loud animalistic moans, but it didn't take long for it to sound like she was at her limit. Jess sped up, and as she felt Irene buck, she bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then pulled out. Irene bucked again and tried to let out a moan, but nothing came, just hitched breaths and squeaks.

"That quick, huh?" said Jess, as she let the panting mess in front of her slide to the ground.

Stepping over it, she headed to the sink, and said, "You'd better hurry up, I'm not waiting around."

Hands washed, Jess headed to the door, and opened it. As she stepped out, she looked over her shoulder to see Irene shakily trying to get up off the floor. Looking down on her with utter contempt, she said "Oh, and stop glaring at me."

She slammed the door behind her and made her way back over to the table she'd been at. Giving her coworkers a wave, she said "Sorry folks, something came up, gotta go", then bolted for the door.