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"Where did you keep the nails?" Jeff hollered.

"Bottom shelf!" came the response from inside the half-built house.

The horse dug around the inside of the truck a little more before finding the box of nails buried together with the screws and nuts. With a heated sigh, he pulled it free, along with the tall bottle of water stashed to the side. The heat of the afternoon sun was relentless, forcing him and his fellow constructors to work shirtless as they finished erecting the walls of their latest job. He had already gone through his first bottle before lunch, and was already halfway through his second by the time the sun was scorching into tea time.

With a huff, he tossed the near empty bottle back into the truck's bed and returned to hammering the support plywood into place for the carpentry company to work on. The relatively easy job was slow-going as the heat beat down upon them, constantly having to dry the sweat from their muzzles and tongues. He had a couple more planks to go, but the horse needed to answer the call of nature first.

He signalled to the foreman that he was going to take a bathroom break before making his way to the portable toilets at the front of the property. The plastic boxes had been baking in the sun for the better part of the day, so the trip to the toilet was clearly going as quick as he could make it. He also didn't want his smartphone ending up in a pool of blue liquid and turds, so he took the time to flick through his messages.

There, on schedule, was the neighbour sitting on the porch of the house opposite from them. The horse had noticed him there for a few days now, watching him and his crew like a prominent voyeur. Even from between the slats of the naturally ventilated sauna of the portaloo, he could see the purplish dog-cat hybrid's rapt fascination. As he squeezed the last few drops of urine from his cock, he shivered quietly in delight. The bait had long been set before the predator had arrived, and it was now time to snag his prize.

He emerged from the portaloo, a little more sweaty than before. The rest of the workers were already beginning to wind down from the day's work, since there was already not much work left before his bathroom break. As the worksite began to wrap up, Jeff made his way to his truck, parked conveniently right outside the hybrid's house.

The hybrid looked mostly like a canine, but with the sleek, slender body of a feline. The blur of species was nothing compared to the thick, luscious coat that seemed so out of place in the summer heat. Even for a horse like him, his pelt felt like it was singeing under the sheer power of the sun. As he sat on the porch, he spotted the half-full jug of what looked like lemonade sitting beside him, probably an indication of how he was keeping cool. He could feel the hybrid's eyes on him, to which he met with a curious gaze.

"Got any more of that iced water, kid?"

His sudden question threw the hybrid off-balance, as if suddenly confronted with an accusation that he had been spying on shirtless construction workers for his own personal enjoyment. The hybrid gathered a cushion close to him, nervously nodding with wide eyes. As the horse clopped up onto the small patio, he gestured to the empty glass beside the hybrid's own.

"May I?" Jeff asked.

"S... Sure."

The horse was not sure if the hybrid's nervousness stemmed from the fact that a complete stranger had walked up to him or whether it was his secret fantasy to have a shirtless musclebound equine approach someone like him. The hybrid was clearly not a girl, but definitely more effeminate that most boys of his assumed age. The purple coloration of his coat probably emphasised it more than the hybrid would have probably liked it.

Jeff reached for the pitcher, unable to stop a huff of delight at just how cold it was. It felt even better going down, and the tangy flavour of the drink was simply perfect. The evening sun was already relenting its grip, making the cool drink even more effective. With a smack of his lips, he set his now empty glass beside the hybrid's.

"Thanks, kid." Jeff turned and began to walk down the patio. "See ya around..."

"W... Wait!"

The horse's ears perked up, turning back to see the hybrid back on his feet, clutching his tail nervously between his hands.

"W... Would," stammered the hybrid, shifting unsteadily from foot to foot. "Would you... like a shower? I mean... you've been working so hard for Mrs. Johnson and she's a nice lady so I don't mean anything with it I just want to help you just like she helps us out because that was what she always taught us to do so I don't want you to read anything into it because it's just a shower and you're working so hard an-"

"Sure," shrugged the horse nonchalantly.

"Sure okay it's alright I mean I just wanted to... wait, what?"

"I'm okay with it if you're okay with it," reiterated the horse.

"Really? Great! You... get your clothes and stuff and I'll get the hot water running. I'll leave the front door unlocked, so just close it on your way back in and don't..."

The hybrid's voice trailed off as he disappeared into the house, leaving the horse alone and amused. Jeff returned to his truck, waved goodbye to his departing colleagues, and reached for the gym bag sitting innocently in the back seats. He kept it there in case he needed a quick change out of a sweaty outfit, or if he was going to head out to the gym. He was scheduled to pump some iron, but this was clearly going to be much more satisfying than a good workout.

The hybrid's house was small compared to the house they were working on, but it had the cosy worn in feel that a house had after having being lived in for a while. It was relatively clean, and everything was in its place. The living room was standard fare, the kitchen spotless, and the woodwork in the corridors polished to a gleaming shine. It was then that Jeff felt out of place, his dirty, sweaty body in such an immensely clean sanctuary. The urgency to get clean was his to priority now, among other things.

His ears directed through the house, led by the sound of running water. The bathroom was a simple plain white tiled room, but the small details meant that much time was spent in this room. The creamy white plaster complimented the carpentry, which was clearly made of a hardwood to resist countless nights of hot, steamy baths.The mirror barely fogged up in the plumes of steam rising from the shower stall, baring the reflection of a naked purple dog-cat hybrid nervously testing the waters. Before the horse knew it, his clothes lay in a crumpled pile on the floor, and he pushed both him and the hybrid into the glorious spray of heated water.

"You're all wet now," Jeff rumbled. "Might as well join me."

So the two showered, starting with lathering each other's backs before progressing on to lathering each other's crotches. Jeff had never seen the sight of a human-style cock on anything other than human, so he took his time gently teasing the shaft with his course hands into a full erection. The thankfully neutral soap made the gentle circles drawn across the hybrid's cute little cock much easier, and it helped him ease his already swelling sheath into the open.

Eventually, he found himself hips thrusting away at the purple hybrid's soggy rump as the little sissy boy whined out in utter dread and pleasure. Jeff was clearly far too big to fit entirely within the hybrid's diminutive frame, and had managed to engulf the flare of his massive cock before he could take no more. It matter little to the horse; a fuck was still a fuck, and damn was it a tight one. The way the hybrid squeezed, squealed, and clenched around the head of his cock rivalled even the most experienced of prostitutes.

However, every good thing had to end, and even more significantly for the hybrid. As Jeff pounded the hybrid against the wall, eliciting such a delightful scream of pent up pleasure from his cute muzzle, his fingers reached for his utility belt sitting just within arm's reach on the edge of the sink. Coupled with the clouds of steam, tears of pain, and the sheer delight of being impaled on a horse's throbbing cock, the hybrid barely even noticed the horse picking his multi-tool from one of the pouches.

A little thrust forward was all the horse need as a distraction, hands seasoned with the construction season easily locating the little cords connecting the hybrid averaged sized left testicle to this body. Another thrust forward followed by a solid pinch between his fingers, and the fate of the left testicle was now hanging by a thread. Yet another thrust with another pinch, and the second testes was now following the same schedule the horse had intended them to take.

The hybrid had even barely enough time to react when the sharpened blade of the multi-tool slit through skin and crushed tubular vessels with practiced ease, nor was he prepared for the flood of rich horse seed flooding his rear. Jeff huffed, biting his lip as he channeled all his energy into forcing thick horse cum into the smaller male below. It took him a few more seconds to compose himself before the stars in his vision faded away, finding himself with a brand new pair of claimed testicles.

In the few minutes it took for his massive flare to free itself from the hybrid's now unconscious form, he crimped the open wound shut and sealed it off with the ever handy tube of superglue. He dried off the worn out hybrid, before drying himself off and draping the wet towel reeking of wet horse and fresh horse spunk over his body. A change of clothes, and a quick tussle of his mane, and he was out of the door well before the sky was totally dark.

The Cryo-case was still where he had left it yesterday: sitting patiently in the front passenger seat with last night's prize. The purplish tinged scrotum contained his fresh pair of eggs nestled themselves together with the massively oversized bull eggs he had been tasked to gather. As he shut the case and fiddled with his smartphone, he couldn't help noticing the small scuffs and nicks along the bottom of the device, and how that soft purple scrotum would look around the device. That thought instantly stuck as the phone vibrated wildly out of his hands and onto the truck's floor.

~ That's two for two! More eggs coming your way! ~

"More eggs?" grinned the horse as he started up his truck. "Maybe. Cock sock for my phone? Hell, yeah!"