"Geez, just ok?" Dale snorted annoyed as he walked down to his office.
Heading to his office, being carefull to not have his horns scrap the ceiling or break a lamp. The building was still designed for humans, which made it hard for anthros to walk the hallways. More than once he would hear about his fellow underlings breaking the door frames or listen to his boss, the mouse, have trouble because of him being vertically challenge. That kind of thing usually amused him, but right now he fell a bit dejected.
"Way to emasculate the bull" he muttered to himself, looking down at his sheathed member.
He glanced at the offices by his side. Mary, the sheep woman, head of the wool production department, apparently figured out it was the time of the summer she needed to shave off the excess of wool and was flumbling with the electric razor. she was doing good, it was the back she had problem. The sight of her exposed udders and breasts made Dale leer at her, feeling something stiffle down there.
"Can somebody he-e-elp me?" She said out loud, Immediately a horse anthro, a goat man and another pig man rushed to help. All of them apparently still horny for not getting their morning quickie.
Dale wandered over into his office, entering sideways, just to be sure he wouldnt bump his orns on the door frame and took a seat on the huge reclinable chair. It creaked under his weight and it wasnt as comfortable for his tail, but it was all he could get for his form.
His office was equipped with normal supplies, a computer with a rather big mouse by it's side. That kind of things didnt worked for him. He usually had to use the pencils to tap the keys. By a corner of his room were a whole set of weights for excercising.
Leaning back even further, he moved lifted his legs and crossed his hooves while pondering what to do now. He, as a main bull, had to check on the applicant for the jobs for his area and make sure the females were pleased and giving milk. Aside from that he was free to do anything he wanted.
He looked at the photo on his desk, it was that of a cowgirl, Denise, posing seducingly, her arms pressing her breasts together while giving a wink to the camera. "I can always give her a second try and have her moo."
He pondered "Mr Stevens seems to have an active sex life... for a mouse, he may give me some advice..." he shook his head. He wasnt gonna ask a mouse for help, he was a bull.
"Maybe i can go to the vet store to grab a vitaminic suplement, but i never really believed in that" he told to himself before looking down at his member "...Or maybe just jack off"