"Bring home the bacon! Bring home... the bacon!" Lily squealed as Bob humped her furiously from behind. Denise merely made soft moos as Dale did her and their due began to grow on their bodies. Dale's due came in a shiny jet black while Denise's was black and white in splotchy patches.
Finally, after about twelve minutes of furious mating, the two couples began to slow. Denise and Dale were done before Lily and Bob, and they waited patiently for their pig coworkers to finish.
"So how was I, Lil?" Bob asks, a fine layer of sweat coating his blubbery body.
"Oh, you're a dreamboar, Bob. You always hit the right spots."
"What about me, Denise?" Dale asks, hoping for similar encouragement.
"Eh, you were okay. I think I'll try that bull down in receiving next time."
"Aw, what? Come on! I had to have been better than okay!"
"Dude, let it go," Bob grunts with a shrug of his shoulders. "I guess we oughtta get this meeting underway now that we've had our fun. Denise, how's production been?"
"Well," Denise answers, idly touching her udder with a thick, hooflike hand, "us cows have been down this quarter overall. Me, personally, I've set a new personal record with a full forty gallons of milk made, but some of the other girls are having a dry spell. Looks like profits will be down in that area."
It's clear at this point that more than the workers have changed. Standard practices and business ethics have changed. They truly are a barnyard office now.
"That's a shame. Dale, I hope your performance with Denise here isn't indicative of your whole team's performance," Lily says as she leans over and scratches her right side idly.
"Now that's not fair! I'm just, having off-day, that's all," Dale sighs with embarrassment.
"Yeah, I'll say," Denise says with a roll of her eyes.
"Okay, okay. Well, us pigs have stepped up crop production," Bob adds. Naturally, the Barnyard Office does not offer any meat products, since they don't want to slaughter any of their employees, so the pigs have a different job. "We've got a good stock of corn this year, so the chickens will be pleased. Hopefully, we'll get a big yield on eggs. Wheat's also doing well, and wool production's through the roof. All in all, I'd say we've got a banner year ahead of us so long as milk production can step it up. Think you can do that for is, Denise?"
"We'll get to work on it, Bob."
"Good. Lil, you can give the report to Mr. Stevens this time. He might be finished with his secretary by now."
"Poor little guy. Good for him for getting so high up in the chain, but he must feel bad about having nothing to contribute other than management," Lily sighs as she stands up.
"Nah," Denise answers. "He's just a horny old mouse who can't get any from his human wife."
"Ouch. Won't tell him you said that. Okay guys, nice meeting. Maybe you and Dale give it a few more goes today, huh? Gotta get you cows back up to quota."
And with that, Lily trotted out of the room.