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Workplace Fun, Part 1

Copyright of The Lady Adrianna 2010

The thud of the paper landing against her front door is what woke Seline Tolson up Monday morning. Which was a good thing, since her power had gone out at some point during the night and her alarm clock was now flashing at her. With a muffled curse, she slid from her bed, giving a cursory tug of the covers to give the bed a semblance of being made. Then, rushing, she slipped into her bathroom and started the shower. "Stupid apartment, stupid power. I should use my phone from now on, its alarm is at least reliable, even if it isn't loud" she mutters as she stripped off the tank top and shorts she had worn to bed. Stepping into the now steaming shower, she takes a precious minute or two to just enjoy the heat of the water.

But, despite how good that water felt, or how much she wanted to just relax in it, she was already running late. So with a wistful sigh, she hit the water saver button on the shower head. Then, reaching for her shampoo, she poured just the right amount into her paw without even looking. Soon, she had her long dark red curls lathered and piled atop her head. Then, her paw starts to move over her dark gold on gold fur, scrubbing it clean with efficient motions. Only after her entire body was lathered, including her face, did she reach blindly for the shower head. A screech fills the bathroom, as it did every morning, as the water returns, chilled but quickly heating up. Another moment or two was all it took to rinse the soap from her hair and fur, tail tip flicking. Yes, she needed this job. If only to be able to afford the longer showers she craved.

Stepping from the shower, she grabbed the fluffy towel, one of her few remaining luxuries from her parents' credit card. Rubbing her fur briskly, the leopard glanced into the mirror, noting the slight thinness from a reduced diet. It made her look more, what was the word, socially acceptable. In a world of anorexic models, she was finally starting to look like what was expected of women her age. Which made her nose wrinkle in distaste and hazel eyes close. She wasn't so vain that she preened in front of the mirror or worried that much about her looks. She especially didn't like being lumped in with so many other brainless creatures that her generation had provided the world. Shaking those thoughts from her head, she draped her damp towel over the shower curtain to dry then reached for her grooming brush.

"So bitter this morning Sel. You should relax more," she tells her reflection as she brushes her fur with firm strokes, taming what small ruffles there would be in her short pelt. She left her hair for last, giving the long strands time to dry a little more. It was only when her fur was soft and velvety under her brush that she set it aside and reached for the hairbrush. This task took longer, since she had learned from experience to take her time with the brush. Otherwise, her hair fluffed out and became unmanageable. So, instead of only five minutes that she would have preferred to groom and brush, it ended up taking her closer to fifteen. She glances at the battery powered clock resting on her sink with a growing knot of resignation in the pit of her stomach. If she skipped breakfast, she could.. maybe ..make it on time.

Twisting her hair into a loose knot at the back of her head, she left the bathroom, the pins for her hair clenched in her muzzle. She was suddenly quite grateful she had set her clothes out the night before, so they sat waiting, draped over the back of a chair. Pushing the pins into place, she eyed the pencil skirt and matching blouse, both in a deep charcoal gray that would be her outfit for the day. Maybe a little too dressy for her first day at her new job. But, her father had always told her, dress for success. So, she slipped on the black bra and panties, then reached for the skirt. She did like feeling pretty, and this outfit did just that. The skirt clung to her softly curved hips, emphasizing her legs that ended in small but sturdy paws. Her tail fit through the tail hole perfectly, not ruffling the fur in any way, neither pinching the base of her tail, nor gaping obscenely. It was almost as if it had been made for her. And the matching blouse was the same way. It hugged her smallish breasts and narrow waist, giving her more of an hourglass shape then she actually owned. And both colors complemented fur and hair color, in her eyes, quite well. Both were modestly cut though, the skirt falling almost to her knees and the shirt buttoned up almost to her collarbone, leaving one button undone for comforts sake. A small butterfly pin attached to her collar completed her look, giving a bit of ornamentation on an otherwise simple leopardess.

Just in time too, because her door started thudding with the knocking of her coworker and life long friend, Justin Seilay. "Seline, we're late. Hurry up!" he called through the door, the nervous equine shifting from hoof to hoof. She glanced at her cell phone as she grabbed it off the charger next to her purse, then made sure to grab that as well. It had only taken her twenty five minutes to get ready, a new record for such an important day, but Justin was right, they were late.

"So why didn't you knock earlier hun?" she chastised gently as she tugged the door open, looking up at her best friend. "My power went out again. The newspaper boy woke me up this morning," she explained as she locked and closed the door. Heading briskly for the spot where her car was parked, she led and he followed, their usual pace.

"I overslept too. Couldn't sleep last night from nerves," he muttered, swishing his long violet tail back and forth, a sign of his agitation. "I hate first days, you know that. First day of school always sucked, first day at a new job, not much better. The awkwardness, the looks, the wondering if you're doing everything right. Why can't we just skip all that and go straight to the second day?" he asks, those dark red eyes looking after her plaintively. She shrugged a shoulder and slipped into her car, waiting for him to get in before answering

"Because the second day would just become the first Justin, you know that." She gave him a glance, taking in his outfit and appearance thoughtfully. Black slacks that fell in a way to hide his dark green 'socks', white shirt that contrasted nicely with his chocolate coat and dark purple hair. He looked good, even for a guy. Once again, she couldn't help but give a soft silent sigh of exasperation. If only he was a girl, or she was straight. Best friends always made the best lovers. She had even debated asking him to help her out some during her heats, knowing that he would probably jump at the chance to lose that pesky virginity of his. But she had never voiced her thoughts, not once. He was so shy and reserved when it came to anything sexual.

"Sel, we have to go. You need to drive. Unless you want me to?" he asks, meeting her eyes and blushing a little. She sometimes gave him the oddest looks that made him squirm and wonder. Did she know his secret? After all this time, so many years, he had managed to keep it from everyone, at the cost of his own solitude and virginity. Only Selene had stuck around him. Maybe that was because of her preference for women? Or her sweet demeanor, always lending a paw to those in need. Either way, he was grateful. She had helped him through high school while she could, then college when he joined her there. And now, unable to live off their parents any longer, they had managed to find a job at the exact same store. A small, but prosperous, clothing store, catering to both male and female clientele. The bull that had hired them had been quite pleased at their friendship, where others had considered it a liability. According to Mr. Kington, that friendship would prevent competitions for commissions and clients. Instead, they would help the other, creating a warm friendly atmosphere for his shoppers.

Justin couldn't help but give a small smile at the thought of their employer. Though plumper then most would consider healthy, he carried the weight well enough on his tall frame that most didn't notice it right away. He was friendly, charismatic and outgoing...everything the quiet horse wasn't. And it didn't hurt any in Justin's eyes that he was attractive. Not that anything was likely to happen. Nothing ever happened to him in that aspect of social interactions. Mostly his own doing as well. He just couldn't allow others to find out that secret of his. Not after what his childhood friend had done when he found out. Shuddering slightly at the memory, he stared out the window of the car, watching the scenery flash by.

"You alright Justin?" Seline asked, watching him from the corner of her eye. He looked so thoughtful. Unhappy even. Once again, she found herself wishing she could take away all that troubled him and make it better. She hated to see him so lost looking. Especially today, when he needed to be upbeat and positive. But, when he glanced at her and nodded, flashing that half grin she loved so much, she relaxed. "You know you can tell me anything Justin. I don't care one wit about your past, just you," she said, for what felt like the hundredth time. He nodded again, the grin faltering only a little before he reached over and turned the music on, distracting them both with that. It was in this manner they finally arrived, singing along, slightly off key, to a popular song and laughing at each other.

Their employer, Ray Kington watched from the doorway, a grin on muzzle. They were both too adorable. Not ones he usually would have hired, but his gut, and libido, had told him they were perfect. The chemistry between them made one want to relax, enjoy themselves. And he found that customers who were relaxed and happy, usually spent more money. And it was a bonus that both were attractive, slim and young. Even if both of them didn't realize the strength of their attraction. Though, with a little help from him, that would change. "You finally made it," he called as they slipped from the beat up sedan. Yes, very much adorable, he thought as both blushed in chagrin and a duet of apologies met his ears. "Oh, it's alright. Store doesn't open up for another hour anyways, so I don't mind a few minutes late. Have you eaten yet?" he asks, ushering them inside the still dark store. Two shakes of heads were his answer and he tsked. "Shame. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I insist you eat it if nothing else. There is donuts and coffee in the break room..help yourselves" he encouraged, herding them towards the small private room in the back of the store. His dark blue eyes dropped to watch a equine tail and leopard tail move back and forth, back and forth with a growing grin of delight.

Seline nearly wept at the sight of the food piled up waiting for them. Glazed doughnuts, eclairs, jelly filled, powdered. All her favorites, all ones she hadn't had the luxury to enjoy in quite a few months. She slipped closer, reaching for one doughnut happily, finding she liked this bovine more and more. She could even put up with his looks over her body if he kept feeding them like this. She wondered idly when he would find out she was a lesbian as she munched on her doughnut, smiling at him in thanks. His answering smile had her relaxing more against the edge of the counter, giving Justin the hint he needed to move in for his food. Within minutes, both were eating their fill of the high calorie treats provided, listening to Ray as he told them the basic rules and expectations. It was no different then either expected, until he said that he wanted them to have fun. "Dance, sing, joke around. This is a fun place that I want people to enjoy coming to. The more relaxed you are, the more relaxed they are. They'll want you to help them, instead of avoiding you altogether. Which means more money in all our pockets. If you enjoy coming to work, I enjoy coming to work. Get it?" he asks, noting their wide eyes.

Justin swallowed his mouthful and nodded "Yeah, I guess it makes sense. Most places are all business and stuff though, so it took us by surprise," he explained, giving a shy grin to the taller bull. Then blushed brightly as the older male winks back. He squirmed against the counter, suddenly wishing he was wearing more concealing clothes as his body responds to that wink. He turned, hiding it with the act of reaching for another doughnut he didn't want. A husky chuckle behind him let him know he hadn't fooled Ray in the least. Though, Seline was oblivious, proving it to her friend as she excused herself a moment later to go use the bathroom. Leaving the young equine alone with a tall handsome bull. He glanced back over his shoulder, eying the male, taking in the blue and red bull with a hungry gaze. A red and blue bull that slowly walked towards him, tufted tail moving lazily.

"Tell me Justin, just out of curiosity, do you have a girlfriend?" Ray asked, closing in on the shy boy, reaching around him for a doughnut, his taller body blanketing the horse's, pressing his own erection against that firm backside for a moment before he pulls back. Justin gasped softly, shaking his head as he stares down at the plate of food, wondering just what was going on "What about a boyfriend?" Ray continues to ask, feeling the boy out. Another shake of the head given, but not a protest that he wasn't gay. Good. Ray stepped back, eyes running over the slightly bent over form, taking advantage of Seline's absence to enjoy this moment quite openly "Do you find me attractive Justin?" he finally asked, head tilting some. A hesitation from his new employee, then a slow but small nod. "Look at me," he ordered the equine.

Justin turned, looking at Ray's dark red hooves first, then moved up his body to meet his dark blue gaze. A small smile is what met his nervous gaze. "I find you attractive too Justin. It's honestly part of the reason I hired you," Ray murmured, taking a bite of his doughnut, his tone casual, as if he was talking about the weather or sports, not about wanting his newest employee. "I'm glad you think the same way about me. Though I can't help but ask, do you like girls too?" Justin whimpered softly at the directness, but another nod is given. Which only causes that smile to turn into a grin "Like me then, nothing wrong with it," he is assured, a heavy paw coming down on his shoulder in a friendly pat. That lingers and turned into more of a caress. "If you have any questions, let me know, alright?" Ray offered, not pushing the boy any farther now, though the obvious bulge in his pants is proof of just how much he wanted to. Another nod is his only answer and he gave a chuckle before turning to go "you two get familiar with the store, learn the products and areas. I have some paperwork to fill out," he instructed before leaving the room to take care of that..paperwork.

When Seline returned from the bathroom, she found her friend, busily working on trying to look casual as he wandered the store, paws rifling through sweaters and jackets, rearranging sizes when he saw them out of place. And always keeping his lower body hidden. "What's wrong Justin?" she asks, joining him on the other side of the rack.

"I think Mr. Kington just hit on me," he admited, giving her a desperate look. "What do I do?"

"Do you like him?" she countered. He flushed and whispered,"I dunno, maybe?"

Seline grinned at him, glancing over to the closed office door, picturing the bull in her eye "Then just embrace it Justin. He seems nice enough. And if he doesn't mind things happening like that, I don't mind it. You need to find someone, you know?" she encouraged, eyes flicking down to a particularly pretty sweater. Holding it up against her, she tilted her head "What do you think?"

"Um, pretty. Brings out some green in your eyes," he decides, looking it over, then at the door himself, debating. Then, shaking his head, he tugged a matching sweater out and held it up to his frame. "And me?" he asks, striking an exaggerated pose.

"Oh dahling, it's so you!" she cried, paws clasped to her chest, hazel eyes dancing with merriment. And just like that, all talk of sex and relationships was pushed aside, replaced by their usual playful banter.

The day went much the same, both relaxing and slipping easily into their new job as naturally as one could hope for. Ray came out to help them shortly after the store opened, showing them how to work the register, where the keys were for the store room and fitting rooms. Though each time he got a chance, his paw would pass, seemingly on accident, over a curve of a breast, or a firm rear. Seline gave him a few long looks, but didn't seem too upset by it, especially as he feigned innocence. It was Justin that blushed and squirmed each time he felt that paw, soon hurrying over to rearrange the hanging clothes again. A needy pony that would be his first conquest of the two it seemed. Though he would have to take his time and not push too hard. Let them both get more comfortable with him first.

It was that resolution in Ray's mind that allowed him to be content with his paw and imagination for the next three weeks. Three weeks of subtle touches and comments to both. By week two, he was told, seemingly casually, of Seline's preferences, which only made him smile and nod. It didn't change anything of course. After all, those touches were purely accidental and the comments just his way. And it didn't stop his fantasies of the leopardess bent over and moaning as he filled her. Even if that situation didn't ever happen. It was the fourth week when he made his move, since the situation presented itself so perfectly.

"Justin, I can't give you a ride home today. I have a checkup at the doctors this afternoon. Do you think you can walk?" Seline asked, feeling horrible that she had forgotten to let him know earlier. But, before Justin could answer, Ray jumped to the rescue.

"I can give him a ride Sel. If he doesn't mind waiting around while I do my paperwork." A set of hazel and red eyes looked at him gratefully. Justin hurried to assure he didn't mind waiting if it saved him an hour long walk in the middle of August. Seline thanked him profusely as she tugged her things out of her locker.

"I hate that I have to leave early too, but I've had this appointment for months and they wouldn't reschedule," she says, ears back and tone apologetic. It was hard to get an appointment with her Ob/Gyn anymore since she had become so popular. And Seline needed to go and get her exam done regularly. Especially with the bonuses this doctor provided her. It had been months since she had been with another. And the vixen was so alluring. But she couldn't tell her boss that. She already felt bad enough for being wet and needy all day about a doctors appointment. But, once again, Ray proved himself to be one of those rare cool bosses who waved her out the door with a grin and a chuckle.

"Go..have fun..take the rest of the day off. It's slow enough I might close early anyway," he admitted. It wouldn't do to have her coming back early. "Get a massage or manicure, you work too hard" he adds, pulling a few twenties from his wallet and handing it to her. "My treat for working as hard as you do. A bonus of sorts." She tried to protest, but he could tell she didn't really want to, wanting that manicure as much as he wanted her gone. Finally, she was gone in her run down car, leaving him alone with the object of his desires. Justin glanced at him nervously, once again rearranging the clothing in his meticulous way. Ray had to admit his store never looked better since he hired the two friends. But, right now, he didn't care about clothes being folded or hung right. Turning the lock in the door of the store, he twisted the open sign to closed and smiled. "Enough of that Justin. Go ahead and meet me in my office. I'll be there in a moment," he told the young stallion.

Justin watched as the bovine walked over to the register, printing out the receipts he needed. Taking a deep breath, he did as told, moving towards the office, his overactive imagination running through the possibilities of what could happen now. Entering the small, but comfortable office, he found a seat in front of the desk, settling into it and trying not to look as if anything was different then any other work day. After all, Ray hadn't said anything to suggest otherwise. In fact, other then closing early, there wasn't anything different then any other day. Justin sighed and forced himself to take a few deep calming breaths. Nothing was going to happen. He was just going to wait for Ray to do the paperwork, set up the deposit, then he would be taken home. He kept telling himself that as he waited, hoof tapping a random beat on the floor.

But, his feigned casual air disappeared the instant the door opened and the tall bovine walked in. Ray walked around, set the full register into the mini safe set into his desk and locked the door with a resounding click. Settling into his seat, the dark blue eyes ran over the nervous equine, taking in the fidgeting body, the evident bulge in his dress slacks and the nervous red eyes. "Something wrong Justin?" he asked, his voice as calm as every other day. Justin shook his head, eyes dropping nervously to the nameplate on the edge of the desk. 'Ray Kington' in shiny gold letters. He read it over and over again, feeling that gaze on him. So intent was he on the nameplate, he didn't notice Ray get up and walk around to the other side of the desk until that large frame blocked his view. Instead of an embossed wooden desk ornament, his eyes instead saw a mostly hard, still barely contained sheath and erection. Gulping, he looks up at the smiling face above him. "Go ahead Justin. I know you want to," Ray encouraged, petting through the silky purple hair. "I want you to as well," he adds for good measure.

And, much to Justin's surprise, that was all it took. Those three simple sentences and the musky smell of his boss filling his nose. Trembling paws lifted, tugging at the fastenings of Ray's pants, opening them slowly to prolong the sight of the treat waiting for him. A soft shuddering moan escaped him at the sight of the thick meat that rose to meet him. His left paw curled around the base of it, right where the sheath ended. His flat broad tongue came, getting his first intimate taste of another, running over the bulbous tip with another low moan. Ray's paw tightened in his hair some, encouraging him with that single gesture and Justin's lips parted, taking the very tip into his hungry mouth. He suckled tentatively, getting used to the strong taste, the feel of a thick member on his tongue, the ache in his jaw from just the inch or two he had taken in already. And found himself growing addicted to it all. He pushed down farther, taking more and more of his boss's shaft into his muzzle, eyes closed and ears laid back submissively. And while he wasn't experienced, he made up for it with eagerness.

Ray watched that dark head bob back and forth, wincing slightly from time to time at the feel of blunt teeth scraping a little too hard. He had been right, the boy was a virgin, at least regarding men. And though it wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, the thought that he was teaching someone so young and innocent only had him hardening to his full length that much faster. "Use your tongue more Justin. Suck and try and keep a rhythm. Like a lollipop," he instructs, using both paws to direct the stallion's head back and forth, showing him the rhythm that he liked best. And was instantly rewarded as Justin's style changed, following the instructions, lapping and curling his amazing tongue around the thick length, sucking hard to draw it deeper, then licking the tip as he pulled back to breath. Ray had to fight then not to try and bury himself deeper, to fill Justin's throat with the rest of his shaft. Baby steps was a constant reminder in his mind. He doubted that it would be anything more today then just this. At least on his end. He might return the favor after that first initial pressure was released. Breathing deeply to control himself, he went stock still, keen nose picking up an unexpected scent. Pulling back slowly, he leaned on the desk behind him and gave the boy sitting there a slow look over.

Justin whimpered at the loss of that shaft in his muzzle, reaching for it, trying to pull it back. He was fully hard inside his dress pants, threatening to burst the zipper in his excitement. Not that they weren't already ruined by the amount of female juices pouring from his 'secret'. He squirmed on the seat, smelling his unique mixture of male musk and feminine sweetness and hoped that Ray hadn't noticed. But a small glance up through his bangs showed that he was wrong. Ray had an inquisitive, slightly curious look on that sexy face. And even with his fully hard length free and bobbing with each heartbeat, slick with Justin's saliva, the bull had never looked more perplexed. "I..I'm sorry sir. I'll go," Justin murmurs, moving to stand up, bending over to grab his bag of lunch supplies. And as he bent over, he felt a strong paw pulling at his pants, rending the button from its mooring, the zipper giving way finally and his pants and underwear pulled down in a fluid motion. Another paw cupped between his legs, feeling the female sex hidden by his large sac, slick and swollen with arousal.

"A herm..why didn't I see that coming?" Ray murmurs, one finger rubbing over Justin's clit. The stallion moaned and almost fell to his knees at the odd pleasure that caused, fingers grabbing onto the chair for support. "Even better in my opinion. A sexy boy like you couldn't get any better. Or so I thought," Ray adds, that finger moving back to push into the tight clearly virginal sex, spreading it open. His length jerked a little at the heat that enveloped his finger, sucking it deeper and he groaned. "Bend over the desk Justin. And hike your tail up. I wanted to go slow, but I don't think I can anymore," he admits, pulling his paw back to lick those sweet juices off his fingers and palm.

"What? You..you still want me after.." Justin gestures down to his body, his shame making his cheeks darken with a blush. And despite his disbelief, he was already bending over. He wanted to feel another against him, inside him. He was tired of hiding who he was. What he was. Spreading his legs a little, tail hiking up and off to the side, he glanced back, watching Ray enjoy the taste of the sex even he himself had never touched except to clean. A grin was his only answer as the bull moved behind him, guiding the thick length to his entrance and slowly pushes in, taking his time despite those warning words. Justin hung his head, breathing heavily through his nose at the pain of being spread so wide after only ever having a finger to prepare him. But, despite the pain, there was pleasure as well. It was that pleasure that had him pushing back to coax more of the thick meat inside him. He didn't even mind the feel of his hymen breaking, despite the blinding pain of it. It was all to get the sexy bull inside him, deep and firmly seated.

It took a few minutes of gentle thrusting and pausing before Ray was where they both wanted him to be. Leaning over Justin, he nuzzled the velvety equine ear gently. "You alright dear? I know I'm big," he asks, his voice tense with concern and need. A silent but emphatic nod was his only response and he grins. Cupping the chocolatey brown hips, he pulls back some, eyes dropping to enjoy the sight of it before he pushes back in, moaning in delight at the tight walls clenching around him. That was the first thrust in a slow but steady introduction into the world of carnal pleasures. He tested different angles, seeing which made his lover twitch and moan the most, then repeating those over and over, showing surprising restraint for one so frustrated.

He took his time, enjoying each thrust as if it was the last. Every inch slide home then pulled almost completely out. At times, he did pull completely out, if only to enjoy the sight of the once virginal folds spreading to accept him again. "How's it feel Justin?" he asks, his voice husky, throaty. He paused as he asks, buried only a few inches into his lover. The equine glanced back, red eyes dark and glazed with pleasure, the pain no longer there.

"Oh..don't stop Ray..please. It feels amazing. So much better then I thought it would," the younger male hastened to reassure, tail flicking slightly, length bobbing against the side of the desk. "I..I think I might even cum soon if you keep it up," he admitted with a bright blush.

"Hold on then," Ray warned, picking his pace up, both paws moving at the same time. One reached beneath the equine, gripping the long needy length and stroking in time with his hips, the other cupping and spreading one rear cheek, allowing his thumb to press into the tiny puckered tailhole that winked at him so temptingly. With the combination of sensations, he figured Justin wouldn't be long in letting himself go. Which was right. In a matter of moments, the stallion jerked and let out a shaky cry, copious amounts of seed sliding down the side of the walnut desk to puddle obviously in the carpet beneath. His tailhole and sex tighten around the invading thumb and length, milking both at the same time, drawing them deeper. And with a low guttural moo of pleasure, Ray lets his own control go, filling his employee one last time then cumming, filling the female womb with the thick seed that had built up all day.

Afterward, both collapsed on the desk, still joined, panting heavily. Ray was the first to recover, nuzzling into the younger male, an affectionate pleased gesture as he started to tug free, careful not to hurt him. A whimper was what he gets and he just chuckled. "Need to get you home Justin. Nice and safe and sound in your own bed," he reminds, finally popping free and looking down at the messy length with a pleased sigh. "Though I need a shower myself."

Just just laid there, quivering and moaning, reliving the entire thing in his mind, over and over again. He barely heard Ray's words, blushing a little at the last part. He would need one himself. As well as to find someone to come in and clean up the carpets. But he didn't point that out. Instead, he pushed himself away and walked, slightly bowlegged, to where his pants and underwear lay. Wincing a little at their ruined state, he tugged them on, holding them in place awkwardly before meeting his boss's gaze. An amused smirk and sated blue eyes met his. Ray ran both paws through his tousled blue hair, attempting to put it back in order. "Take those off and grab something from out front. Those won't do at all." Justin instantly did as told, handing the tall male the ruined fabric, which was promptly used to wipe off most of those juices.

Scurrying out, Justin grabbed a set of jeans in his size from the closest rack he could find. Which also happened to be one of the more expensive pairs. Then, on a whim, he grabbed a shirt he had been eying to wear with them. Slipping back into the office before he was seen, he held both up for approval. His unsure look earned him another deep throaty chuckle that sent chills down his spine and a nod. He drew both on, tossing the stained dress shirt into the trash along with the rest of his outfit from earlier. He flashed a grin up to the bull, running his hands through his longish hair to comb it back out of his eyes. "You can pay me for those later...we'll work something out too that doesn't involve money," Ray assured, giving a slow wink that had Justin blushing and once again twitching in those jeans. The equine knew nothing else but that he sure hoped it would happen again. And soon. That thought kept him hard throughout the hour of paperwork and another fifteen minute drive home. The fantasies is what kept him busy with his paw all night long, both sexes getting a good workout. Finally, he collapsed, face down, on a cum covered bed, his lower body deliciously sore and his fur caked with his own fluids. Which is exactly how Seline found him the next morning, his previously hidden female anatomy fully exposed to her wide shocked hazel eyes.