Office Space

Preston was going to kill his co-workers as soon as he got out from under this desk.

He was questioning all life choices made up to this point and decided that if he survived, he'd tell his Mom she was right: when big, drunk groups of people got together, they behaved like high schoolers.

It all started innocently enough: long ass day of work, a bar nearby was open, get wasted like irresponsible semi-adults. Fun, right? In between everything, however, they got to discussing all the rumors about the different seniors at work, with most of the focus falling on their boss, wondering loudly and stupidly what exactly he did all day behind the closed door of his office.

Their boss was called Horus Gladstone, a Clydesdale with a big personality to match his size: tall, broad, well-muscled (if his tailored suits were anything to go by, he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of and a bulge to make any porn star jealous).

According to the office grapevine, he spent his days and nights in his office and only came out if he needed the bathroom; food was delivered, secretaries took him any paperwork he needed and he would occasionally take a meeting in one of their halls where he commanded the audience like the giant stud he was.

The damming words came, full of foam and a slur, from one of the tech guys: "You should hide under his desk, you're small enough. Get some good dirt and we might just help you out, DumpDog."

Ugh. That stuck in his craw...

And yet...

Here he was, the short, meek and nerdy gay raccoon Intern who had to work too hard to prove himself competent and permanently employable, was now stuck under the boss' giant, mahogany desk because his coworkers were stupid and he was stupid and just...

"Ugh, why did I do this to myself..." he quietly groaned, rubbing at his red-brown eyes from under his glasses while looking about the space.

The underside of the desk was spacious, homey even, and for someone at a short five and four inches in height, it made it easy to tuck himself into places like this.

How he ended up here was a stroke of timing and luck, however.

After getting prodded, dared and egged on by the shockingly cognizant morons from last night he'd waited until his break, scoped out the Boss' office and was happy to see that His secretary had stopped the horse quite a few doors down from his office, a moment that he used to sneak in through the open door and hide under the desk.

And so there he sat, cross-legged under the Boss' desk, thumbing at a loose thread of his forest green sweater vest and ears alert in listening for the boss to make his entrance and contemplating going back home and working at an ice cream shop.

Preston didn't know how long he waited, having left his phone in his cubicle and so has no way to tell time or kill the boredom, but eventually, the Boss' rough timbre bounced about his office which caused the 26-year-old raccoon to tense up and scoot closer to the back of his hideaway, tail tucked close to his chest.

"Tell them I want those reports on my desk by the end of the day," Horus said to his Secretary before the door closed. "Too bad she's taken," the stallion sighed and Preston snickered quietly; whatever made the boss think that out loud, he was grateful for it since it confirmed one of many rumors about him, at least.

Preston sat back and listened, waiting.

Horus stretched as he walked into his spacious office, a carpeted room colored in greens and browns that gave him a bit of a country feel despite being surrounded by the city; he'd always be a country boy at heart after all.

His desk was his pride and joy, however, his first office splurge when he managed to get promoted to the position he was in, running the local branch of a well known Human Resources company that helped the stallions who had worked their asses off as beasts of burden and had been left behind by automation.

Like his Father and Grandfather before him, and all the others, now. It was a point of pride when he fights for them to be treated humanely, being a Farmer should be respected as much as any other job.

With a blustery sigh, the stallion sat on his thickly cushioned and Clydesdale sized chair and sank into it, brown eyes closing as he tried to let himself relax. Another account was being added, a teachers union wanted the help they offered and it was about time they asked; it made him smirk quite a bit, his competitors wanted that account, badly.

Another stretch and a yawn escaped the tan-colored equine's lips and he pulled himself back together, pulling towards his desk and to his desktop to finish compiling his messages for the day.

Preston was dying.

He had to keep the whimpers of panic shoved down deep as he saw the body of his boss, up close and personal. That thick, muscled body, sat down unto that chair, his mind idly wondering how he didn't break the thing with such an Adonis-like body falling into it. The raccoon nervously shifted closer to the wood behind him, watching those hooves get closer to him until they almost touched his own feet.

His eyes widened and roamed over the sight the bigger male gave him, those bulging slacks seemed impossibly tight on the stallion, bunching up or stretching depending on the movements the stallion made whenever he moved about. That bulge looked obscene and Preston wet his dry muzzle at the thought of whatever was tucked inside suddenly coming out into the open, musk enclosing him in this small space.

He gulped.

And then startled.

The Boss's meaty hand gripped his bulge, trapped as it was in gray slacks and the thick fingers moved over it, blunt nails scratching at the fabric and Preston wondered if the big stud felt constricted...

And if he ever let himself loose under his desk...

In his office...

With everyone outside unaware...

The raccoon flushed and had to bite his finger to not let any type of sound out and loudly give himself away, lewd thoughts running rampant through his little gay head, his tweed slacks tenting with their bulge.

"Don't even breathe..." Preston thought, watching as those trunk-like legs opened further, the outline of that bulge pushing forwards even more, almost begging the raccoon to go to it. "Don't even think about it, you pervert!"

The sound of a phone suddenly buzzing almost made him yelp in shock but he kept his paws pressed to his muzzle and perked his ears to listen.

"Horus Gladstone..." the Boss greeted. "Oh, it's you." The stallion added with the iciest tone he'd ever heard. "Yes, I'm at the office..." he replied.

Preston watched as the stallion ground his right hoof into the carpet while his free hand dug into his knee or scratched insistently at his bulge; he wondered why the male was so itchy, and so visibly annoyed.

"...you know our arrangement, Senna, you do what you want, you leave me alone, and I keep you in your little lap of luxury until this season is over..." the stallion muttered and Preston then remembered: the Boss had married his hometown girlfriend turned model when they reunited in the city.

It had been spun by the tabloids as a fated/fairy-tale success story type thing.

The second rumor was confirmed: marriage on the rocks.

And here was Preston, listening (somewhat guiltily)...and watching that hand scratch at that bulge again, jeez.

Horus kept answering robotically, his free hand either drumming on his knee as if anxious to hang up yet also to keep scratching and scratching until the itch left.

"Fuck..." he heard him curse, scratching insistently at his bulge again. "...I'm not letting any of your so-called designer friends back into my wardrobe, their damned new-fangled pants are killing me..." he huffed to her, going quiet again.

Preston will forever say he blacked out when his brain finally decided to, and I quote, 'Help Out', as all of sudden his paws appeared on either side of the bulge in front of him, his claws digging into the soft fabric of the slacks and running up and down the sides of the stallion's bulge and sack area, watching as those powerful legs tensed and then relaxed, letting their guard down as the unknown assailant soothed the itch away, and if the sudden silence was any indication, the stallion lost his composure.

"I'm fine," he heard the stallion cough, clearing his throat from the sudden shock.

Preston couldn't believe what he'd just done but his paws had a mind of their own and wouldn't stop as they scratched at the hidden stallion bits before him.

"Is it a sheath? Or is he sheathless? Oh, no no, don't think about it!" he berated himself, biting his lip again as he helped his superior, watching the hand not holding the phone unwind over the nearby knee and both hooves dig into the carpet in a lot less agitation than before.

"Doing great, Preston!" His mind supplied and he almost, almost let out the hysterical laugh that was bubbling in his throat.

"Look, Senna, as much as I'd love to discuss the finer points of stitching, I have to get back to work..." The Boss said, and the raccoon whimpered as that hulking body leaned back into the chair further and those legs spread further for him, inviting him to touch more, to help better.

Preston let that hysterical giggle escape him as he let his paws and claws wander to those strong inner thighs that now gaped at him, the trapped bulge straining invitingly in the middle of it all.

He touched, prodded and scratched at all the warm, covered muscle he could find, body thrumming with heat and pleasure, with his muzzle getting closer and closer until...

"You're going to be gone for how long!?" he heard the Boss bellow. His mind snapped back to the present and what he had almost done, his nose so close to that bulge that the whiff of musk simply wafted into his nose with barely a breath from the raccoon. He gulped.

"Who the hell is going to feed all them Budgerigar you have in that stupid aviary of yours then!?" the Boss asked and Preston huffed in amusement, freezing as his lips touched the soft fabric of the slacks due to his involuntary movement. He whimpered due to the heady smell from it.

"I do not pay her enough for that," Horus muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

"I hardly get paid..." Preston's mind supplied.

"Get some more money then, slut." His cock added.

And then he made the infallible, Horus Gladstone freeze.

He could feel it in the way that his leg muscles tensed as he shoved his nose right where he thought the folds of the sheath and the balls would meet, could feel it as his paws wandered over the spread thighs as his claws scratched at the fabric underneath.

"Yeah, he likes this..." his mind supplied, and despite his nerves, his paw found the zip of the stallion's slacks and pulled on it, watching as those powerful legs tensed further, as the hooves dug into the carpet in suspense and then "Oh wow..." he breathed, out loud and eyes wide.

The Boss wasn't wearing any underwear, and the slap of musky stallion hit him full on.

Preston shoved his muzzle in there and sniffed, his nose pressing into the thickening, trapped sheath and almost letting out some embarrassing noises of pleasure because of it.

"I...I gotta go, Senna, have a safe trip," the Boss choked out, his southern twang stuttering out due to his shock, and then the chair, alongside the body, was pulled back a bit with Preston following it, his muzzle buried inside the slit the zipper made, pupils blown with lust but red-brown eyes wide when they met his Boss' shocked face.

Preston gulped in shock, fear, and arousal.

They both moaned as his lips and tongue touched that musky cavern.

No other words were said as the stallion popped the button of his slacks and rose a tad, letting them pool under his bottom and Preston couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

Horus's pants would be unremarkable if it weren't for one massive detail: his sheath was exposed, thick straps holding it and his tennis-ball-sized balls to his thighs and waist.

"Oh sir," Preston crooned and to the surprise of both of them, he ripped the offending straps off with his sharp fangs, pulling the slacks clean off of the male with his paws. "There, much better..." he sighed, sitting back on his haunches as he looked at the sexy work of art in front of him, balls dropping low and settling just over the edge of the chair while the sheath swelled and dropped what he thought was some of the stallion's cock from its confines.

"Who...?" Before Horus could question the small, albeit cute, mammal under his desk, his door was knocked on and opened, causing the horse to push his chair forward and push Preston back under the desk. "Yes, Miss Nyong?" he asked, hoping to sound more casual than he felt, his heart beating a mile a minute as he tried to make sense of what the fuck just happened.

For his part, Preston was only mildly dizzy as his head met the back of the desk, muttering quietly at the sudden shift in perspective. He shook his head and then blinked...

And stared at the still half-exposed cock and balls in front of him, the same set of stallion masculinity that kept twitching and throbbing at him.

His whole body just itched.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked himself. "He popped the button of the slacks! He was very much wanting you to continue! Do it!" he kept telling himself, trying to justify what he was about to do.

And very much like his ancestors who took any wonderful morsels for themselves, he caved, wanting to just attack that hanging piece of forbidden fruit with some loving savagery. Just as he was about to attack the growing horse cock in front of him though, he zeroed in on the red, inflamed marks on the horse's inner thighs and that sealed it for him.

"In for a penny, at least I got some horse cock before I got fired..." he muttered, fixing his glasses.

First things first, however: getting comfortable!

Being mindful of his confined space and the legs in front of him, Preston worked on getting his wine-colored slacks off first, pulling his knees up against his chest and giggling slightly to himself due to how he exposed himself to his boss, his asshole twitching at the idea of the stallion in him.

His balls and deflated semi-erect cock flopped out next as he freed them, and he knew without checking that there was quite the wet mess inside/on the crotch of them due to how he produced quite a lot of pre when he was so thoroughly aroused. His bow tie, sweater vest, and short sleeve shirt soon followed; though with a lot more resistance than the slacks, and maybe an elbow smack or three.

Now free of his clothes and with his black, white and grey fur on display, Preston bundled the clothes up and placed them in what was possibly the safest place for them: outside of the desk, to the side of his boss' meaty legs. Before he moved back to his hiding spot however he couldn't help but look up at the sight of his boss, who was still talking at whoever was there, and the stallion caught his eye and Preston found himself giving the bigger male a wink before he disappeared back under the desk.

Like a thief in the night.

He snickered.

Now sat with his legs crossed, he took stock of that inviting sheath and ball combo and decided how best to test the waters...

He put one paw on the stallion's right knee to keep it from moving and leaned in, letting his tongue lap at the irritated skin that the strap had harshly dug into, at the juncture of the stallion's leg where the crotch and thigh met.

"Oh wow," he swooned, loving the taste of musky male that lingered the more licks he gave the area.

He felt the stallion above him stall and jump at the sensations, the raccoon squeezing back with his paws and claws, grinning as he saw the hooves dig deep into the carpet as he continued with vigor.

He didn't know how much of a warning message that was to the stallion above - make any sudden moves, and I'll stop - but he hoped the big male understood as he continued.

"Is everything all right, sir?" Preston managed to hear, his ears pricking up and he snickered against the skin he licked, watching as more and more of that turgid member spilled out of the sheath, drops of pearly precum sliding out of the unflared tip.

He couldn't help it really, it begged for it.

Preston moved from the irritating spot of the stallion's skin and cupped his paws around the base of the unflared member, squeezing and suckling on the dripping slit, almost getting his face poked out as the stallion snorted rather loudly and suddenly, hips bucking harshly forward.

"Sir?!" He heard from above and the raccoon shook his head, dazed, before resuming his lapping at the faucet of pungent stallion nectar as his Boss tried to recompose himself.

"Sorry, Miss Nyong...my wife, she seems to think her friends can do no wrong. Can you call Winston's for an order or two of my favorite slacks?" He heard the Boss ask.

After a beat, Preston thought he heard Miss Nyong reply but he was lost to it as he continued to suck and suckle on that freely leaking slit, letting his paws glide from under the base, down to the medial ring where he stopped, only to go back up again to the tip, feeling the stallion under his thrall shudder and throb under him, smiling wider at the thrill of power going through him right now.

"Anything else, sir?" He heard once more and decided to be a tad merciful. stopping his attack on the stallion's cock and moving to the left leg where he gave the irritated spot there the same licking and kissing treatment of before, feeling the stud relax some more.

"Bring my lunch a bit later and order extra, I'm feeling famished today," the Boss replied and Preston felt kind of giddy at that, letting out a giggle against the hot, flushed skin of his boss. "If that's all, there's a call or two that I need to finish." The stallion commanded and the smaller mammal below couldn't help but squeeze the engorged member that now sat right at his shoulder and then nuzzle it, causing the stallion to stutter and grunt again.

The door closed and suddenly the section under the desk was less oppressive as Horus pushed back and stared, looking at the hard, naked raccoon under his desk, like the little thief people and movies proclaimed them to be. As if in a trance, however, the short male followed his stallion cock and gripped it, still massaging it and causing the 'dale to let out a moan.

"Who are you, you little minx?" he groused out, head thrown back as he spread his legs more, gripping the end of his shaft with his hand and letting his thumb help the liquid spilling out along by pressing down on it.

The carpet cleaning bill was going to be high this time around.

"Preston sir, one of your interns," the raccoon replied a little too happily, still holding an arm around the long horse cock, keeping his cheek against it and licking at it on occasion. "I'm sorry for being so forward, but, well...." he said, meeting the eyes of the male who may or may not be his boss anymore and then staring at the still aggravated parts of his skin. "...you looked uncomfortable..." he admitted.

Horus snorted.

"That's putting it mildly, kit," Horus replied and he couldn't help but grin as the raccoon bristled, hissing at the stallion and causing him to laugh lightly. "Don't like being called a kit then?" he asked.

"I'm 26, sir, hardly a kit." Preston bit out. His size always made him seem younger than his actual age. "And would a 'kit' be doing this so well, sir?" he added, giving the horse cock in his arms a long, slow lick, his red-brown eyes boring into Horus' dark brown ones behind his glasses.

"I guess not," the stallion choked out. "But that's beside the point..."

The noise of Horus' phone going off startled them both rather suddenly and the stallion pressed the speakerphone out of a mix of panic and habit, groaning when the voice of his sire came out of it.

"Hey, Pa..." Horus greeted, rubbing down his to his snout in apparent irritation.

Preston snickered at the 'exasperated son' way the Boss greeted his Father but decided to get back to work, pulling the stallion closer by his dick to trap him with it back under the desk.

"For privacy," he'd whisper out between the stallion's legs before popping back under.

Leaving the stallion to trying to talk himself out of, well, talking, Preston returned to what he guessed was at least 20 inches of horse cock, massaging it from the tip to the medial ring and back, giving it a particularly hard squeeze under the ring. The action caused him to fall on his back and almost smack his head again on the desk, as his boss thrust his hips and cock forwards, his fur matted down by the spurt of pre dripping slit of the cock.

"Yeah, Pa, just fine..." Gladstone Junior choked out. "Just...sat on the boys again..." he added with a weak chuckle.

Preston snorted and looked at said 'boys' and smirked. He loved it when he had good ideas (not that doing this in the first place had been a good one, God knows what will happen once he gets to the finish line here.)

Preston laid on his back and angled himself to where he was laid right under the dripping faucet that was his Boss' dick and pulled it down to him, causing Horus to have to follow and kneel as Preston hugged that dick with his arms, his legs tucked in and footpaws gently roaming those full, low balls, massaging them with his pads and heel. His mouth meanwhile attacked the dripping slit, lapping up the liquid with fervor, savoring it in his mouth and smearing it all over his face, neck, and chest. His hands squeezed where they could, fingers rubbing at the hot, leathery skin of the heavy member.

"Pa, I'll call you back, Senna's calling." Horus suddenly stuttered out and almost slammed the button to end the call, pushing his chair back, upper body leaned over his desk as he bucked and chuffed and snorted into the top of his desk. He found the little deviant easily however and pulled both his dick and the raccoon out some from under the desk so as he didn't slam his cock, or the kit, into the wood...

"You're a fucking little prick, aren't you?" Horus hissed out, moaning out as the insatiable raccoon ate at his cock tip, his legs and arms now wrapped tight around his shaft as he rutted on him.

"Nothing little about me, sir." Preston managed to gasp out, his cock feeling the pleasure as the one above him slid over him, his foreskinned member getting pulled and pushed with the stallion's vigor, his fluids mixing in his matted fur. "Well...not in comparison to non-stallions..." he chuckled, glasses askew as he gave another long lick.

Amused, the stallion simply gripped his desk and thrust, moaning and grunting with pleasure as he used his living cock sleeve with vigor, feeling rather vindictive when the kit choked on the increasing amounts of fluid in preparation for his orgasm.

"I'm going to paint you so white they'll think you're albino," Horus rasped out.

"Do...your...worst...sir...!" Preston gasped out, pressing the heel of his feet on either side of the stallion's pelvis, pressing with his heels at the base of his cock, hard.

"Here it comes!" Horus bellowed out as his body gave a full, vicious, shudder. The powerful muscles coiled as his heavy balls tucked away and churned blast after blast of thick cum all over the raccoon holding on to dear life under him.

For his part Preston closed his eyes as quickly as he could, his paws flying over that shaft as his body was painted with the thick, sticky substance; every inch of his torso felt the spill. The carpet and the underside of the desk were not saved any as he felt all of what was not on his body fall to the floor or hit the walls of the underside of the desk.

"Fuck!" Horus cursed, letting out a whinny that he felt rattled the walls a little too hard. He hoped the fact that he was far enough away from anyone else's office meant it hadn't been heard.

With a tired, satisfied snort, Horus shakily stood from his kneeling position and fell ass first onto his chair, his member flopping downward, not quite soft yet, and still spilling thick ropes of cum unto the mammal and the carpet below.

"...don't suppose you Interned with the knowledge of getting cum stains out of wood and carpet?" Horus asked between breaths.

"Only know how to get cum out of hard wood surrounded by lush carpets of fur and hair, sir," Preston replied with a grin, causing his Boss to laugh openly.

After a moment of just breathing, the spent raccoon sat up on his elbows, looking up at the lounging stallion and fidgeting due to the eyes that bore down on him; had he been staring at him this whole time?

"Um..." Preston began rather fruitlessly, finding himself without anything to say, blushing lightly. "...I...I can't see..." he belatedly realized, now noting rather pointedly how blurry everything was due to his missing glasses.

Horus chuckled but did not move.

"So, Preston, Intern...did you think sleeping with the boss was going to get you far in this company?" the stallion asked.

Now, not only are raccoons defined as tiny thieves but they were also masters of the 'looks like roadkill' maneuver. Preston froze, eyes wide, and fell on his back, mind running a mile a minute as the question screamed in his mind. He swore he could hear his heart running up his throat, and the Boss', ex-boss probably, tone gave nothing away.

"I...uh...I..." he stammered, trying to think of an answer and coming up with a whole lot of nothing.

And then karma called to collect as a glob of cum that had hit the roof of the underside of the desk finally dripped down and fell right into the raccoon's stammering maw, causing him to choke.

And not pleasurably.

Thankfully Horus moved quickly and picked up the flailing male from the floor - he's so tiny! - and sat his cum stained ass on top of his desk, smacking his back once to let him spit out what cum he could, then rubbing said back to soothe him.

"Are you all right?" he asked, looking worriedly at the raccoon who simply took a deep breath and opened his mouth...

_"IwasdaredtohideunderyourdeskbythelowerlevelworkersandImadeitandIjustwantedtoprovesomerumorsforthemandIhavenoideawhyI'mnotnormallythiastupidandyou'rehotandsosexyandlookedlikeyouneededtorelaxandI'msosorrypleasedon'tfireme!" _

Horus blinked.

"Can you try that again for me, slowly?" the stallion asked, moving away from the frantic, heaving male to open the cabinet/wardrobe/mini-fridge he added to his office when he began to stay nights to get away from his wife and her parties. "Drink." He ordered, pushing a cool bottle of water at Preston.

He watched, amused, at how deeply and quickly Preston drank his water but also at the how increasingly matted and coarse his fur became due to his drying cum, more so because it made him look like he'd shocked himself into a frenzy.

"I...uh...please don't fire me, sir..." Preston finally said after pulling the bottle out from his parched muzzle, pleading rather weakly yet nicely to Horus. "...I got dared to come into your office and just get some gossip, to be stupid, and I like this job and want to work with you...I'm so sorry..." he confessed, tears pricking clearly in those red-brown eyes, the fingers that had been wrapped so confidently around his cock were now nervously destroying the empty bottle he'd been given. "I don't want to go back home and just work at an ice cream shop...my family packs pounds easily sir, I don't want to be roly-poly again...and god, to face the people back home...and to be fired for giving such an intense orgasm seems a bit insulting too and...mmmph!"

Preston would have rambled on and on had the stallion not shut him up with a deep and heady kiss, one of those large hands holding the back of his head.

Neither noticed the shreds of water bottle falling on the floor.

When they parted, the stallion focused on the blown pupils of his young employee and he wondered idly, how often did this kit have sex before today.

"You're cute when you're flustered, kit," Horus said and smirked, watching those eyes narrow in annoyance. "Who dared you? And what did they intend?" he asked, caging the small male between his arms, letting his much larger upper body impose on him, while he nuzzled at the raccoon with his snout.

Preston shuddered at the contact, curling his wet toes and suddenly realizing the state his fur was in. How the hell was he going to leave smelling and looking as he did?

"Focus, Preston, or I'll stop," Horus ordered, letting his thick tongue lap at the raccoon's neck.

"Yes...sir..." he stammered, eyes slammed shut and mind telling him to snitch if he wanted more of this type of attention. Preston provided his answer however, naming the four he had gone out with the night before.

"That dog you mentioned has been a problem for me for a while...I'll take care of him," Horus said after he ran the names over in his head. "Now...let's talk about you..." he added.

Preston gulped.

"You've heard, seen and done things today that can get me in a lot of trouble...not that I am not appreciative of it..." the stallion smirked, moving to look at the disheveled male in the eye. "...but you understand, I have to protect my company, yes?" he asked while pressing closer to Preston who slowly found himself on his back, right under the big, warm, sexy horse. "I just have one question for you, kit..." Horus whispered to his ear.

"Yes?" Preston gasped, feeling those teeth nip at his ear.

"Will you cum for me?" the stallion breathed into the shuddering raccoon's ear, settling his hands on that slim waist. "I do believe I gave you a bath, but, did you join in?" he asked.

"I..." the raccoon's brain screeched to a halt as he stared up at the stallion, who simply wrapped his much bigger hand around his employee's flagging erection and squeezed it, the raccoon's foreskinned cock quickly swelling and then flooding said hand with cum, Preston moaning loudly and arching his back as he suddenly came from just that simple tug and touch, his paws digging into the stallion's arms. "Fuuuu..." he squealed.

"My, my, but you were just a pent up little thing," Horus said, amused and rather proud of himself for wrecking the younger so thoroughly. "This will not do, I think, for you to just come undone at a small touch..." he added, squeezing and gliding the wet foreskin over and over Preston's swelled cockhead, making sure every drop was milked out of it.

"Sir...I...please..." Preston heaved, wanting to beg him to stop torturing him so well.

"Here is my proposal, kit," the stallion announced, a small tap to the face causing those eyes to open and stare at him in half-lidded shock. "You will stay here with me while I take care of this mess, while I take care of those who attempted to take me down by using you, and then, I do believe I'll have a look at your contract and see where I can..." Horus blinked, suddenly silenced by two small paws against his snout.

"Mr. Gladsotne, sir, please...I'm not some whore for hire, I don't want to work for you because of this, please, I'm better than this," Preston managed to say for himself, his body starting to betray him as the adrenaline and the hormones running rampant in him were now gone, lulling him to sleep.

"I am not hiring a whore, or a sex slave or anything of the sort that your mind is coming up with," Horus smiled, putting both hands on Preston's face, trying to keep him focused for what he had to say. "Despite your methods, you saw that your boss was uncomfortable, needed assistance and acted on it, had you not, I probably would have irritated myself to the point of bleeding and ruined those slacks worse than just getting rid of the damned straps, and then, well...provided me something that I hadn't gotten in a long time," he added with a shrug and bashful expression that Preston couldn't help but smile at. "Not only that but you had the guts to actually take control of your situation and not take No for an answer, not even from me - so that's attention to detail, loyalty, bravery, catering to my needs - that sounds like personal assistant material, wouldn't you say?" he asked.

"Miss...Ngyen..." the raccoon asked, his slurring words butchering the poor secretary's name entirely.

"She's my second in command, she puts the company first and that is also someone that I need in my corner, the most she does for me is make sure I stay sane and coherent for the job, I need someone who helps me both inside and outside of these walls, do you understand me, kit?" he said, knowing he was losing the younger male to the dreaded male illness of passing out after sex.

"M'not a...buh..."

And that was all Preston wrote as he passed out into slumber, a mess of sticky, satiated fur on top of his still-Boss' desk.

Miss Nyong was both exasperated and smug when she came back with lunch and a change of clothes soon after.

At least Preston would not kill anyone any time soon.