Cleanup On Register Three
“As of this time, Barnyard Bargains is officially closed. We thank you for your patronage, and we’ll be back open at Nine AM tomorrow morning. Have a safe trip home, and have a wonderful day.”
Just as the speakers in the store finished that recorded announcement, the very last customer made her way out of the automated doors. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like any stragglers or late-night shoppers were around when the doors closed for the final time that night. Filthy Rich sighed with a relieved smile as he locked the sliding doors with the flip of a switch, happy that the day’s business wasn’t too hectic like usual.
All throughout the inside of the massive retail store, massive banners for various deals were strewn about from the ceiling frames and wall braces. Due to the recent recession that swept throughout all of Equestria, even Barnyard Bargains had to make some hasty decisions to keep business thriving. Along with severely slashing prices and cutting down on inventory, Filthy Rich was forced to put down a hefty mortgage on his mansion to make ends meet. Even though he didn’t regret doing that (especially since his only other option was dipping into Diamond Tiara’s college fund), his wife certainly saw things differently.
Because of her recent behavior, the old stallion was completely worn-out while rubbing his temple with a hoof. Spoiled Rich went off to “visit her sister” in Manehattan (luckily without any of his credit cards), and his daughter was recently busy with student council duties; so because of that, all he had to really do was focus on work. Filthy Rich also had to recently start depending on part-time employees to make ends meet, so he was at his business more than ever to upkeep his sanity (as well as his finances). Nevertheless, despite feeling grateful he wasn’t too far in the red, having to deal with countless entitled customers and fake coupons was enough to add many more grey hairs to his mane.
“Ughhhhh… Sweet Celestia, I need to unwind,” he groaned to himself while rubbing his eyes. He hadn’t looked in a mirror since that morning, but he was sure he had some heavy bags underneath both of them. His head was pounding due to all the building stress in his life, both on and off work. And to make matters worse, the absence of his wife made it much harder to focus due to his more… personal impulses that couldn’t be sated with his hoof.
Fortunately, his newest part-time employee from Baltimare was a surprisingly helpful addition to his business. He may have not been the most savvy around customers, but he was good with numbers and organization. Even now, when the store was closed for less than five minutes, the pony managed to count out his register in record-time like it was nothing. Plus, after a few post-shift conversations at the bar, Filthy learned enough about him to appreciate how self-confident he could be. He may have been a pessimistic nerd, but he was certainly open about what he liked.
And right now, Filthy was just about ready to take him up on those interests.
As he took a breath and trotted up to the only occupied register, the older stallion’s eyes looked along that young, slightly pudgy body the pony had. His mane carried a silver and grey hue that made Filthy’s look downright young; however, the stallion’s tannish brown fur was much fuller than his boss’ palish hue. While the employee was looking over the counts to make sure it was accurate, Filthy cleared his throat before asking casually, “So, ummm… how’s the numbers lookin’, Quibble?”
Seeing that nothing was out of the ordinary, Quibble Pants breathed out with a content smirk before turning to hand Filthy the clipboard. “Everything looks good. Although I gotta say, I was worried after that one mare gave me so much flack about the change I gave her. I swear, I think she was just trying to mess me up so she’d get an extra bit or something!”
“Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout her,” assured Filthy Rich as he scanned the numbers to double-check Quibble’s count. “She pulls that stuff every other week. ‘Course, she’s also a friend of my wife, so I can’t really ban her.”
“Ugh… That sucks.” Quibbe carried a distasteful sneer at the mention of Spoiled Rich, having met her on his first day after moving to Ponyville. Given how difficult it was to move such a distance after his “layoff,” he was unbelievably grateful he wasn’t fired at his new job in response to her egregious behavior. However, despite knowing about her and Filthy’s separation, he still bit his tongue to keep from bad-talking about her to his employer. “Well… at least that was the only big issue today, so that’s a plus.”
“Yeah, I suppose…” After verifying Quibble’s count, Filthy sighed and placed the clipboard aside. He then looked back at his employee, who was already removing his red vest as he headed over to the time-punch clock. The older stallion’s muzzle skewed a little as he watched him leave, noting the evident jiggle Quibble’s flanks made with each step across the smooth linoleum floor. A small blush crept across Filthy’s cheeks, and his lips pursed briefly before he began to follow him. “You know, ummm… there was somethin’ else I was wantin’ to talk with you about...”
Quibble paused just as he was by the door labeled Employees Only. When he looked back at Filthy Rich, he had the slightest look of hesitant caution on his face; however, as soon as he saw the sheepish blush his boss had while avoiding eye contact, it took everything in him not to smirk as he huffed to himself silently. “Oh, ummm… Is this about work?”
“A-Actually, errrr…” The stallion briefly bit his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his salt & pepper mane. Even though he knew for a fact that Quibble would be up for it (especially after hearing how much the nerdy pony drunkenly admitted at the bar a few days prior), Filthy Rich felt rightfully apprehensive about his choice of words. As his blush deepened with each passing second, he felt his heart pounding a little harder as he said, “I was just wonderin’, ummm… do you remember what you told me the other day when we were drinkin?”
That was when Quibble Pants’ smirk shone through for Filthy to see. The pony chuckled as he kept his muzzle shut, but he eventually opened it to reply coyly, “Wellll… I may not remember a lot, buuuutttt… I have a feeling I told you a lot of things that are… inappropriate of an employee to their boss~”
“Y… Yeah,” muttered Filthy as his head veered further away from the direction of the grinning pony. “And, uhhh… I just wanted to know… How… How serious were you?”
Quibble Pants’ smirk grew even wider, showing some of his teeth while trying not to snicker. “Hey, you were supposed to do a background check on me, right? If anypony should know why I got ‘laid-off’ from that comic book shop, it’d be you.”
While Quibble’s eyes narrowed on his boss more with a knowing grin, Filthy’s muzzle wrinkled as he tried to reply, “W-Well, ummm… Th-That’s true, I guess…”
Filthy indeed knew why his employee was fired from his previous job, and even verified it with the shop-owner’s fuming wife through letters. If Spoiled Rich learned of Quibble’s romp with his previous boss, she’d probably chastize her husband for still hiring him anyway. Alas, the stallion didn’t regret hiring Quibble Pants, since he always believed in second chances to undo mistakes. But at that moment, the only things running through his mind involved what else he knew about the younger pony; specifically, what Quibble admitted about his attraction to older men.
And right now, that pony was eying Filthy Rich pretty strongly as he savored his employer’s timid behavior. “So,” asked Quibble as he tossed his vest aside, expertly letting it land directly on top of the security camera pointed at them. “What’s on your mind, Mister Boss Pony?~”
The instant Filthy glanced back at that him, and saw how his brows perked up after asking that suggestively toned question, he had to clench his muzzle to keep from shuddering. He was still wearing his trademark tie and collar (as well as the same vest Quibble had), and he had to pull at it to keep from feeling too stuffy. “Well, I… I’d be lyin’ if I said I… wasn’t thinkin’ about what you did to get your last boss interested in you…”
“Oh?” asked Quibble Pants with an inquisitive smile and a tilt of his head. As he trotted up closer towards Filthy Rich, he chuckled more noticeably while eyeing the blushing stallion’s bulky form. “Do you now? Well, if that’s the case...”
Usually, Quibble Pants was never this direct when it came to getting any action. However, his libido was able to rise up quite a bit after getting with his previous boss. Even though it costed him his job (and consequently, his ability to afford his apartment in Baltimare), he also gained a huge surge of self-confidence when he realized how easy it was. Plus, despite not wanting to bang his very next employer, he couldn’t help it when Filthy Rich looked so much like a thicker, Bara-grade Caballeron; combine that with him showing some interest, and having an absent bitch of a wife, and Quibble was determined to snag himself a new Daddy.
Filthy gulped a little as Quibble came in closer, but that lustrous smirk the pony had was making his growing arousal perk up even more than before. Since his wife hadn’t given him any action in a while, and any fulfilling sex for even longer than that, his body seemed to be more inclined to his employee’s advances than his conscience was. Filthy hadn’t realized he was right next to one of the registers before Quibble got on his hind-legs, and leaned up against the conveyor mat while eyeing his boss. “Are you wanting me to tell you how I got him to plow me, or… do you just want me to show you?~”
By that point, Filthy Rich’s stallionhood was growing out his sheathe at an impressive rate. Of course, Quibble’s erect cock was clearly more evident due to his upright stance, with that marbled member pointed right at his boss’ chest. As soon as he glanced down and saw that blatant exposure, Filthy shivered with a bit lip while his own erection slapped against his barrel. Quibble Pants chuckled knowingly, and stood before him in wait while narrowing his eyes. “Well? What’s it gonna be?”
Filthy could’ve tried to reply with some cheesy quip, but he was sure it’d come out sounding too shaky at that moment. So instead, the stallion merely exhaled with more sly smirk as he saw how direct Quibble was acting. After using a hoof to push his employee back a little, Filthy stood up on his own hind-legs to make his stallionhood stand out proudly. He then got up on top of the conveyor mat, and sat with his legs sprawled out wide. “Does... that answer your question, you horny little nerd?~”
Quibble Pants may have been as antsy as his employer was joking about, but he froze with a dropped jaw the instant he saw that massively meaty cock on full display. Filthy Rich’s thick, veiny member was glistening in his sweat and lingering musk, making it shine temptingly under the fluorescent lights. Quibble may have been above-average himself, but his own stallionhood looked rather measly when his boss’ had a few inches on him. Filthy undid his collar and vest while his employee was stunned speechless, staring at that hefty gut and moobs lined with the same salt & pepper hair as his mane.
At that moment, Quibble would’ve done anything to get himself on top of that older stallion. But before he could even shudder in overwhelmed delight, Filthy Rich cleared his throat and asked more confidently, “Well, Quibble? Technically, you’re still on the clock, so you better earn your pay~”
That direct tone was more than enough to break Quibble out of his stupor, and he immediately nodded in return. “Y-Yes sir!~” After giving Filthy a faux-salute with his hoof, he grinned eagerly as he leaned down towards the stallion’s rigid, glistening cock. The younger pony licked his lips hungrily, and his nostrils flared as he caught that thick, heady scent wafting from it. He may have not known Filthy Rich nearly as long as he had his previous boss before doing this, but he already felt like he snagged himself a much better stallion.
Quibble Pants closed his eyes before dragging his tongue across the flat top of Filthy’s cockhead, causing the member to twitch strongly and spurt out its first glob of pre. The bitter and salty taste stung his taste-buds, but the employee only let out a shivered groan as he grabbed that shaft with his hoof and continued licking. While Quibble took his time tending to his boss’ meaty cock, the stallion shuddered and leaned his head back with a hearty moan. “Ahhhhhh… Th… That’s right, boy... D-Do it like that…”
Luckily for Filthy Rich, the pony didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as he caught that addictively masculine taste of the older pony’s pre, it didn’t take long for Quibble to hold onto his cock with both hooves, and begin to suckle on that crowned cockhead with a muffled moan. His lips could barely wrap around Filthy’s head due to its size, but Quibble doubted his boss was going to complain as he felt how much that stallionhood was throbbing in his grip. As he let his tongue swirl around the edge of the stallion’s smooth flesh, slowly teasing at those bumpy ridges, he continuously started to swallow as he felt more precum oozing from that sensitive tip.
“Ahhh!!~” Filthy Rich gasped with a pent-up groan when he felt Quibble’s tongue start to tease at his tip, causing his cock to throb even harder in response. His hooves came down to grip at the pony’s silver mane, keeping him pinned-down so he could continue to suck him off. The younger stallion clenched his eyes shut as he felt how strong Filthy was, being able to cram Quibble’s muzzle further down his sweaty shaft to fill more of his aching maw. The younger pony could feel how close that member was reaching the back of his throat, but he couldn’t try to stop even if he wanted to; instead, he only let out a gurgled groan while blushing even deeper, and brought his hooves up to start kneading at Filthy Rich’s soft and pudgy belly.
“Nnnnnghhhh…~” Even when he felt his massive cockhead prodding near the back of Quibble’s throat, Filthy could feel just how diligent and eager the pony’s lips were sucking on his twitching shaft. Instead of backing away every five seconds with a grimace, or complaining about the heady taste like his wife always did, Filthy Rich received nothing but pleasurable, dedicated oral by the nerdy pony between his legs. Meanwhile, Quibble Pants’ blush grew immensely deeper as the seconds passed, now no longer able to breathe while so much cockmeat was stuffed into his mouth. But despite that lingering worry about suffocation, Quibble’s mouth continued to suckle and slobber all over his boss’ tantalizing knob.
Filthy Rich growled hungrily under his breath while gritting his teeth, knowing that Quibble was gonna set him off pretty early by the rate he was going. However, by the time that hefty cock spent over a minute stuffed against the back of the pony’s throat, Quibble was beginning to twitch from his lungs burning in his chest. His heart-rate began to rise even more, and tears started to bead at the corners of his clenched eyes. Filthy’ cock may have been delicious enough to continue swirling his tongue around, but the pony was unsure how much longer his boss was going to lock his head down on that monstrous appendage. Even as he felt that veiny shaft start to pulsate even more between his pursed lips, Quibble was growing fretful enough to start groaning a little from his lack of oxygen. “...mmmmnnggg… nnnnnmmmmmphhh…”
“Ju… Just a ‘lil more, buddy boy~” muttered Filthy between heavy breaths, his thick hips writhing on the conveyor mat as he grew closer to fruition. Unfortunately, Quibble’s face was turning redder from suffocation, and his lips wrapped even tighter around that shaft as his body tensed up from the strain. His lungs were convulsing more painfully, and his hooves gripped Filthy’s love-handles as he felt his vision start to blur. Just as his sense of taste began to turn numb, he had no choice but to try and pull back against his boss’ grip.
“N-Nnnn!! NNNN!!”
“F… Fuck!” Filthy may have been teetering near the edge of that precipice, but he knew better than to overexert his employee during their first time. As soon as he pulled his hooves away from Quibble Pants’ head, the pony yanked his muzzle off of that twitching, saliva-slathered cock and gasped painfully for air. He had to grip the side of the register stand to stay on his hooves, his eyes bugged-out while sucking that fresh air to cool his burning lungs. He wanted to chastise Filthy Rich for pushing him so close to the point of passing out, but the lingering taste of that cock was satisfying enough to make him save his breath. Fortunately, Filthy bit his bottom lip as he glanced at the pony with a worried look. “Uhhh… sorry ‘bout that.”
“It… It’s fine,” Quibble whispered between heavy breaths, knowing he probably would’ve done the same if it was the other way around. Plus, he couldn’t necessarily complain when he felt his own stallionhood still hard and throbbing in need. His throat and lungs were too sore to try deep-throating his employer once more, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stop their fun. Before Filthy could try and pull himself off the belt, the younger pony waited for his breathing to settle before looking back at him with a light grin. “Honestly though… for someone who was so nervous about asking me, you got into it pretty quick~”
Even though that reply was coyly blunt enough to make the manager blush, he could only shrug in response before saying with a smirk of his own. “Well, it’s… not exactly hard when a pony like you’s so willin’ to give an old guy like me somethin’ different~”
“Eh, what can I say?” Quibble shrugged back at his boss with a roll of his eyes. “I always had a thing for Caballeron in the Daring Do books, and you look like a more Daddy-grade version of him~”
Filthy Rich may have been a little flattered, but he still chuckled uncomfortably while scratching the back of his mane. “Huh. I… I’m not gonna lie, it’s weird hearing the term ‘Daddy’ from someone who isn’t my daughter.”
“Oh. Ummm…” Quibble blushed a little in embarrassment upon realizing that point. He may have preferred stallions like Filthy Rich immensely, this was the first time he tried it with an actual Father. Not wanting to squick him out, he looked away bashfully and clarified, “Well, I… I won’t call you that if you don’t want to. I mean, I get--”
“A-Actually, ummm…” After that brief interruption, Filthy tightened his muzzle embarrassedly before Quibble could look back at him. While the younger pony had a brow raised in confusion, Filthy Rich had to readjust himself on the mat while his cock remained fully erect. “I mean, I… I didn’t say it was, like… a bad thing to hear from ya~”
Quibble Pants’ eyes widened for a second in surprise, but was quickly followed by his muzzle growing a rather excited-looking grin. “Oooohhhh…” His expression grew more devilish as he crawled back on top of that register stand before his blushing hunk of a boss. “You better believe I’m gonna reward you for that…”
As soon as he got himself above Filthy’s body on top of the conveyor belt, and lifted his tail while perched over that lubed and waiting cock, Quibble shot an antsy grin back at his manager and finished his reply as sultrily as possible:
“... Daddy~”
If his employee tried to say that at any other moment, Filthy Rich probably would’ve been a little unnerved at being called the same term his daughter does. But with his stallionhood still edging for release, and Quibble Pants’ body hovering him with that cute little cock twitching in front of his face, Filthy didn’t care what the pony called him. Just as long as he got to fill that nerd’s little tailhole, and give him that breeding he clearly wanted. And as soon as Quibble lowered himself right on top of that slicked cockhead, Filthy groaned just as elatedly as his employee’s strong shudder.
“Nnnnghhh…” Now it was Quibble’s turn to start gritting his teeth, grimacing a little as he tried to relax his body enough for that stallionhood to sink in. Despite his previous experience, it was clear that the younger pony was still as tight as a vice. Filthy Rich winced slightly as well, feeling like that tailhole wasn’t going to stretch out enough to fit him inside. However, the pony on top remained vigilant as he bore down even harder on that meaty cock. “Mmmmphh… G… Get in there, Daddy…”
Filthy may have known about Quibble’s promiscuous past, but he still felt compelled to ask in a strained tone, “A… Are you sure you can fit me, kiddo?”
“D-Don’t worry,” he grunted while his eyes were clenched shut. “M… My Ahuizotl toy is bigger than you, and I can take that. P-Plus, I… I’ve been waiting for a chance to take you~”
“Ummm…” Despite how unbelievably hot that last sentence sounded, Filthy narrowed his eyes in response to the previous one. “... you have an Ahuizotl dildo?”
Quibble huffed as he felt that crown start to sink in. “I--MMMMNNNnnnnggg… I got it at a con… convention last year… I have a C-Caballeron one too…”
Filthy gritted his teeth for a moment from how tightly Quibble’s hole was clenching his cockhead, but he couldn’t help huffing with a shaky smirk. “I… I dunno whether to call you a dork or a slut~”
“Ei… E-Either one’s fine by meeeeEEEEE!!” With one last push, Quibble’s words were cut off with a hefty moan the instant his employer’s cock finally popped in. Filthy groaned out as well, making sure to hold onto the stallion’s pudgy hips and keep him in place. While Quibble Pants’ member dangled and twitched with each throb, and leaked helplessly on top of Filthy’s gut, it took the younger pony a moment to shudder from that immense fullness before speaking once more. “Aaaaaahhhhh… D-Damn, you’re thick~”
Filthy merely chuckled naughtily while smirking up at the writhing pony who was skewered on his cock. “You know, it’s nice hearin’ that from somepony who appreciates it.”
“Yeah, I know…” Quibble considered saying something else in regards to Filthy’s wife, but decided against it with a bite of his tongue. After all, he wasn’t looking for anything more than a quick, no-strings attached lay, and he didn’t need his boss to start thinking otherwise. However, the pony still squirmed with an enticed bite of his lip as he lowered himself down even more. He could feel every bump from Filthy’s veins as his tailhole slid along that shaft, causing his fur to stand on end and his cock to spurt even more precum. As for Filthy Rich, he could only grin in elation by the time his employee devoured his entire length.
“Damn, boy~” purred the older stallion with an impressed grin up at him. “Nice to see you weren’t lyin’ about your toys.”
“N-Nope,” Quibble replied as he shivered from that massive cock stretching him out so well. “A-And… And I also know how to do this~”
Quibble Pants clenched his teeth as he quickly lifted himself up, moaning from the feel of that meaty shaft sliding through his tailhole once more. Once he arched his back at an angle to let Filthy’s stallionhood slide against his prostate, his body spasmed as he grew closer to climax. Even without touching his own member, Quibble was throbbing hard enough to catch Filthy’s attention while he grunted in equal pleasure. Since he was also fairly close already, the older pony moaned out just as loudly as Quibble the instant he reached the tip of his cock, and then bore himself back down in an instant.
“AHHH!!~” Filthy Rich clenched his eyes tightly shut as he held onto his employee’s plump sides, not having felt a cockstroke that good since before Diamond was born. “Mmmnnnghhh!! You… You better do that again, boy!~”
“Gladly, D-Daddy~” Quibble’s voice was just as shaky and strained as his boss’, but he still smirked cheekily while repeating his motions. Before too long, the younger pony was able to pick up the pace to grow a consistent, albeit very taxing rhythm while riding Filthy Rich’s cock. Both of them had their eyes closed as they savored how tantalizing that moment felt, committing something so taboo in such an open place. Even though the store was closed, it was nothing short of a miracle that nopony walked past the glass doors and saw Filthy getting serviced by one of his employees.
Despite how close the two were, it still took a while to get themselves off while Quibble rode Filthy’s cock on the conveyor belt. The younger pony’s lustful moans grew higher-pitched as his hopping grew more erratic, just teetering on the brink while his cock dangled and dripped all over his boss. Filthy Rich tried to focus on his breathing while pulling Quibble’s hips down harder on his stallionhood, intent on wrecking that tailhole he was flaunting around so openly the past few days. After weeks of rejected advances towards his wife, it was clear how much the older stallion needed this moment. Even if it meant giving committing adultery, the manager felt no guilt as he reached his own peak from Quibble’s enthusiastic movements. “Ahhhh!! Q… Quibble I… I’m… I’mgonna!!”
Hearing how dire Filthy’s voice sounded at that last part, Quibble Pants writhed wildly on top of him as he delivered his last hard bounce. He cried out just as he pushed himself down as hard as possible around the stallion’s cock, “D… D-DO IT DADDY!~”
Filthy Rich’s orgasmic cry of release was loud enough to echo strongly within the store, and possibly be heard any anypony who was within five feet outside the space. Fortunately, the two were completely alone as the boss unloaded deep inside of Quibble Pants, flooding him with multiple thick volleys of his pent-up cum. The younger pony squirmed and shuddered from such an immense warmth filling him so thoroughly, ensuring that he was able to cum without even touching himself; rope after rope of Quibble’s seed erupted from his bouncing member, spewing all over Filthy’s chest and face to hang in obscene splatters.
Several minutes passed after their shared climax concluded, with Quibble falling forward and resting on top of his messy boss while they collected their breaths. The security camera may have been on, but the vest covering the lens (as well as its lack of audio) ensured that nopony would ever be the wiser of their debauchery. Of course, the two knew they’d probably need to clean off the register stand before morning.
“H-Hey, ummm… Filthy?”
“Mmnnghh… Y-Yeah?”
“You think I could maybe… get a full-time job here? I’m kinda low on funds, and I haven’t gotten any good commissions for my fanfiction yet.”
Despite how much he wanted to scoff at that last detail, Filthy Rich was able to look up at his employee with a smirk and reply tiredly, “Young man I’ll gladly add some proper hours to your scheduling... but only if they’re spent with me. In private~ Deal?”
Quibble merely smiled back at his boss, not hesitating for a second to nod in agreement. “Hey, you’re the boss~”
