“Y…yes, Ma’am,” Tyrex sputtered into the telephone, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ll be right there. Yes, thank you…”
Just like that, as quickly as the call had begun, it ended. He’d dearly hoped his shift would pass quickly and be lackluster, keeping his head down to do his work, yet that hadn’t been the case. Having seen manager Ms. Orchid’s name appear on his office phone, his day had been instantaneously ruined. With a heavy sigh, knowing there was no point in delaying the inevitable, he pushed himself up and strode out of his cubicle.
Be darned if he knew what she wanted with him, but it couldn’t be anything good - at least that’s what he presumed. Like nearly every time he spoke with her, she’d been terse to the nth degree, apathetically asking how his morning had been before requesting his presence in her office. According to the few coworkers he’d warmed to, she was a fair and reasonable mare - sadly, due to his greenness, lacking productivity, or plain old bad luck, she’d often appear to encourage him to work harder.
Down labyrinthine corridors, through a swathe of cubicles, and up two flights of stairs, he trudged along until he spied the doorway to her office. If he was lucky, she simply wanted to speak to him about covering a shift, yet the knot in his gut didn’t seem too hopeful. As he passed a glass partition in front of a small conference room, he slowed to a halt and looked himself over.
His polo looked tidy enough, his slacks were relatively wrinkle free, and he was as presentable as he could be - well, as presentable as he could naturally be. Contrary to popular belief, being a changeling, and an unreformed one at that, wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows - sure, he could alter his appearance with but a thought, but intentionally trying to deceive someone would only cause controversy and have him live up to the unjust stereotype of his kind. Like a small number of his brothers and sisters, after Chrysalis’ fall, he decided not to embrace a pastel, lovey-dovey life under Thorax.
Straightening his tie and nodding at himself, trying and failing to bolster his resolve, he turned and marched to Orchid’s closed door. Regardless of what she wanted, he kept his fingers crossed she wouldn’t keep him long - not just because she was a bit intimidating, but because of how she looked. Giving a swift series of knocks, doing his best to stay relaxed, he heard something move from within.
“Come in,” a voice called out.
He did as instructed, turning the knob and seeing himself into the office. The suite was like many others in the building, having a table, computer, two chairs, and even one of those insufferable inspirational posters of a cat hanging from a tree, yet there was one unique element which immediately caught his eye. Seated at her desk, leaning back and pouring over a file in her hand, Orchid disinterestedly waved at him.
“Close the door and have a seat,” she added, her eyes never leaving the folder in her grasp.
Giving a small nod, trying and failing to avoid looking at her, Tyrex shut the door and shuffled over to one of the three chairs. He couldn’t count how many pony mares he’d seen in his day, yet she was one of the most striking. Her dark coat clashed magnificently with her colorful mane, she carried herself exceptionally well, and her attire did next to nothing to hide her generous chest and ample backside - nevertheless, her appealing looks were overshadowed by her daunting attitude.
Peeking over the paperwork in her hand, her eyes settling upon him, she cleared her throat. “We need to discuss a few things.”
His hands shot upward in retreat, as an uneasy smile graced his muzzle. “I swear, I didn’t drink all the coffee in the break room.”
“No,” she coolly countered, setting down and turning to fully face him, “I’m afraid this is a bit more serious. It’s come to my attention that several of your coworkers are intimidated by you.”
“I…intimidated?” he repeated, taken aback by the assertion. “Why? I haven’t done anything to anyone - well, aside from taking that frozen burrito from the break room freezer last week, but it had been in there for over a month!”
She quirked a brow and leaned forward, resting her bosoms on the table. “Again, nothing that paltry. There have been - ahem - concerns that an unreformed changeling would prey upon hapless employees at our business; it’s my job to determine if these fears are warranted.”
Situated as she was, with the barest glimpse of her cleavage resting just beneath her face, he had to fight to keep his eyes off her rack. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told the stallion who interviewed me. I might feed off the love of creatures, but it’s not like I can’t survive without it - I mean, as long as I get a healthy diet outside the love department, I barely have any cravings at all!”
Locking eyes with her, he was somehow able to maintain his anxious grin. His response hadn’t been an outright lie, seeing as how he could survive off of more conventional meals - then again, he did and likely always would grapple with the urge to feast off the passion of others. She held his gaze for what felt like a small eternity, peering into his very soul, before she lowered a hand to her bust and deftly popped the top button of her blouse.
“And you’re sure you wouldn’t be tempted to harass any of your fellow workers?” she pressed, her fingers dancing lower to undo a second button.
“I - um - well,” he stammered, risking a glance at her hastily unveiled cleavage. “I never have and never would bother anyone here!”
Pushing herself away from her desk and almost fully into view, she reclined and popped another button open. “Even if you caught some poor, defenseless mare in a compromising position?”
Her top was almost completely open, giving an unfettered view of her chest and the lilac brassière struggling to contain her mountainous breasts. Forcing himself to focus on her face, realizing she had to be laying some sort of trap for him, his concentration was sundered when she brought her upper arms together and squeezed her tits together. Though he had no explanation for what she was doing, there was only so much any red-blooded stallion could endure.
As his eyes drifted downward and settled on her tits, his mouth set to watering. The way he saw it, one of two things was happening - either he’d gone stark raving mad or she had suddenly and quite inexplicably revealed herself to him. Admiring her bosoms like a moth admires a flame, heedless to the danger they posed, he was shaken from his trance when she ominously snickered to herself.
“That’s what I thought…” she giggled, drawing his attention back to her face.
“Ma’am, I…I don’t…” he trailed off, noticing her shamelessly spreading her legs.
The dark fabric of her skirt crept up her thigh, as the white cotton of her panties was put on display. It would have been terrifyingly enticing enough to see his boss acting in such a brazen manner, but he quickly realized he wasn’t the only one getting excited. The fabric clinging to her marehood was practically drenched, though he couldn’t fathom why.
With her hand wandering down her abdomen and to her groin, pulling on the hem of her skirt, she softly tsked. “It must be so hard for a little love bug like you.”
“It’s - uh -” he gulped, averting his gaze while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “it’s not that hard.”
“If it’s not” she mused, waving a finger at him, “what are you hiding in your pants?”
His eyes flew to his crotch, only then becoming aware of just how worked up he’d gotten. Sure enough, proudly tenting his slacks, the imprint of his treacherous stallionhood was as clear as day. Cursing under his breath, he twisted to the side and attempted to cover his erection. He hoped - no, prayed she wouldn’t try to fire him for getting turned on by her, considering she’d just put on an impromptu burlesque show, but what she did was so much worse than to hand him a pink slip.
“Stand up,” she commanded, prompting him to rocket to his feet.
He really did like his job, not for the least of which reasons being the solid pay and decent hours, so he unquestioningly obeyed her. With his eyes practically glued to the floor, and his hands crossed over his shame, he nervously fidgeted. For all he knew, she was putting on some sort of a test, possibly checking to see if he was as ravenous as some of the folk stories claimed changelings were, so he kept his mouth shut and remained as motionless as he could.
He could almost feel her eyes upon him, dancing up and down his slender frame, until she lightly snorted. “Strip…”
“Huh?!” he croaked, sure he’d misheard her.
“Strip,” she flatly stated. “I need to make sure you aren’t smuggling in contraband - oh and do it slowly…”
Shifting a hand to his belt buckle, he clenched his eyes shut and drew a breath. “Y…you’re not going to fire me, are you?”
Her menacing giggle was anything but reassuring, as her fingers graced her nethers. “Only if you disappoint me.”
The juxtaposition of the moment was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, leaving him at a total loss. On one hand, he was genuinely worried he’d be quickly and quite inexplicably unemployed - on the other, he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so aroused. Unclasping and pulling at his belt, fully intent on starting with his pants, his motions came to a halt when she snapped her fingers.
“Start with the shirt,” she intoned, drawing her tongue over her lips.
He would have said he was mortified by her request, yet he honestly took some small solace from it. As he untucked his polo and pulled it upward, uncovering the taut, black hide over his abdomen, his thoughts raced. Whatever was going on, he understood she was not just messing with him. Aside from her dampened panties, a relatively subtle indicator of her amorous state, he could smell her libido as clear as day.
There weren’t many benefits of being a changeling, yet having the ability to read emotions was definitely one of the more useful. It was hard to describe to a non-drone, but he could essentially taste what those around him were feeling. Fear, happiness, stress, and anger were as obvious to discern as the sun in the sky, but there was one that stood out amongst the rest - lust, and Orchid was practically bleeding the stuff.
Tossing his shirt to the side, leaving his entire upper-half bare, he glanced over at his boss. He’d fully expected her to be silently observing him, likely judging him in some form or fashion, yet she was doing far more than that. With her panties pulled to the side, she rhythmically sank two fingers into her slavering pink depths. The sight of her unabashedly getting off sent a thrilled shiver up his spine and blood surging to his pulsing stallionhood - unfortunately for him, his brief pause disrupted her masturbatory efforts.
“Pants?” she reminded him, shifting her hand to kneat her engorged clit.
“R…right,” he murmured.
Slipping his thumbs over his waistband, he found himself at an impasse. He could turn around to pull his pants down, letting her see his backside while undressing, or he could simply shimmy out of the garment and let his turgid cock bound into the open air. Emboldened by her lecherous gaze, understanding just what she was hoping for, he settled on his decision in the blink of an eye.
As he slowly wriggled in place, making a show of drawing the apparel down his thighs, a timid smirk graced his lips. It wasn’t like he had any experience putting on a scandalous display for anyone, let alone someone with the ability to fire him, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t enjoying himself just a little bit. The cloth pressed his length downward, uncovering inch after inch of his dark shaft, until it cleared his tip and allowed his endowment to spring free.
With his pants slipping down his legs, he straightened up and kicked the garment away. “Did you want me to take my socks and shoes off too, or is that -”
“Hmmhmmhmm,” she amusedly hummed, waving him closer. “The shoes and socks can stay, but I’m going to need a closer look at that equipment of yours.”
There was no way to reasonably hide his boner, he’d broken out in a cold sweat, and he was nearly buck naked, yet his concern had shifted from the indecent situation to being quite literally caught with his pants down. Glancing back at the door, ensuring it was indeed shut, he shuffled over to Orchid. While he didn’t quite understand why she’d taken a salacious interest with him, she clearly wasn’t finished with him yet.
While hand wandered forward and affectionately stroked his hip, she lifted her head and smiled up at him. “Quite impressive…”
“Thanks,” he breathed. “So - um - is this all you were wanting?”
“Not quite,” she purred, sliding to the very edge of her seat and fully splaying her legs. “Since your proficiency has been lacking, perhaps an oral review is in order.”
A bead of saliva crept past his lips, as he looked down her chest and to her perfectly presented nethers. The scene was like something from a cheap porno, the type of scenario horny colts would daydream about, yet he’d found himself in it all the same. Though he knew it would be a terrible idea to entertain her, especially because someone could walk in on him at any moment, his steadily increasing sex drive and his apprehension about displeasing her beat out his better judgement. Sinking to his knees before her, unable to bring himself to look her in the eye, he shuffled between her parted thighs and brought his muzzle to her sex.
While he was no virgin, he’d endured quite the protracted dry-spell since he’d gotten lucky with someone. The fragrance of her marehood was ambrosial, piquant and electrifying, yet the sight of her meaty lower lips - Chrysalis forgive him, he couldn’t remember ever having seen such a perfect pussy before. Inspired, his reservations crumbling away like dust in the wind, he wrapped his arms around her upper legs while he shot forward and drew his tongue up her entrance.
“Good colt,” she cooed, gently clutching the back of his head.
As he lapped at her snatch, coating his palate in her hot, citrusy juices, he stifled a groan. There was no possible way that she could have known he was into domineering mares, yet her treatment of him felt like more than a coincidence. Maybe some higher power was rewarding him for always trying his best, or maybe this was a punishment for following his former Queen on raids - no matter what the case was, he gradually lost himself to the moment.
He didn’t consider himself some master of eating pussy, but apparently his efforts to please her were found more than adequate. His forked tongue teased her depths, his pursed lips delicately suckled upon her clit, and his soft groans caused her to shiver, eventually drawing a hushed whimper from above him. Steeling himself, curious to see if she was actually enjoying what he had to offer, he cracked an eye and peeked upward.
Gnawing her lip and clutching one tit, having unclasped her bra at some point, Orchid watched him like a hawk. Between her blush cheeks, diamond hard nipples, and just how juicy her nethers had become, it was as plain as day that she was savoring his affection, but the predatory look in her eye was what tipped her hand. She wasn’t just using him to blow off some steam - she viewed him as sort of perverse plaything.
“Having fun?” she sweetly inquired, her honeyed words making his heart race all the faster.
Staying where he was, he nodded. “Mmmhmm!”
“Then maybe it’s time we move on,” she continued, pushing his head back and away from her sopping-wet loins. “Fetch your tie and put it on.”
Pushing himself up and getting to his feet, he glanced back at his discarded clothing. Given the decidedly depraved turn of events, not to mention how badly his stallionhood was aching, he wasn’t about to question her request. As he turned away and stepped over to his clothes, fishing the tie from off his polo, he heard her shift behind him.
“Now then, on for the next portion of our little examination,” she remarked, followed by the sound of her table creaking.
“So what’s that going to…” The words died in his throat, as he wheeled around and saw what she’d done.
Laying on her back, atop her paperwork-strewn desk, she flashed her teeth at him. He’d thought she’d been provocative mere minutes ago, when she’d flashed her panties and bra at him, but this - this was on an entirely different level. With her shirt open and torso fully bare, having somehow removed and flung her brassière to the side, she languidly lifted and spread her legs. If it hadn’t been clear that she had other activities planned for him, the sight of her beckoning to him left little room for doubt.
“That’s right,” she giggled, her eyes never leaving him as he walked closer, “come here my little love bug. It’s time I tested your work ethic.”
He swallowed hard and clutched the base of his length, inching closer and bringing the blunt tip of his tool to her entrance. Buck it - if he was going to get let go and become unemployed, at least he was going to leave with one heck of a story to tell. Just as the head of his cock graced her marehood, she brought a foot to his face and stopped him.
“Ah ah -” she tutted, her toes gliding over his jawline, “I’m going to need you to come a little bit closer before we start.”
Seeing her lower her leg and swing it to the side, hooking her heel over his hip, he was given a moment for pause. For goodness sake, he didn’t know how much closer he could be without slipping into her! As he bent forward at the waist, bringing his head toward her chest, she snatched the hanging end of his tie, tightened it around his neck, and pulled upon the strip of fabric.
Wrapping her tie in one hand, pulling him to within a hair’s breadth of her rack, her lips curled over her teeth. “Now we can begin your performance review…”
There had been points in Tyrex’s life when he’d been unable to control himself, too emotional or compelled to do anything but act, and this was one of those times. Driving his hips forward, he plunged his stallionhood into her inviting depths. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have felt bad for so swiftly sheathing himself in a mare, yet her whorish, guttural groan erased his concerns.
“J…just give me a second,” she panted, clenching around his medial ring.
It took everything he had to remain still, but he managed to rein in the urge to start thrusting. Like molten velvet, snug and deliciously balmy, her marehood felt incredible. Though it may have been his imagination, spurred on by just how swiftly things were moving, he could swear she was both hotter and tighter than any changeling he’d ever had the good fortune of bedding. With little else to do, impatiently waiting for her to give him the signal to begin, he kissed his way over her right tit and wrapped his lips around her nipple.
The second his fangs danced across the sensitive bud of flesh, she hooked her legs around his waist and locked him into position. “Remember,” she sighed, shooting him a wink, “don’t disappoint me.”
In spite of his age and sexual experience, he rolled his hips back, withdrew a portion of his shaft, and set to plowing her like a colt on prom night. The sensations she afforded were perfectly complimented by her sultry expression and her heavy breaths, as his stallionhood positioned into her. He would have said it was a shame that he couldn’t fully stand to look down at her, doubtless of how enticing the sight would be, yet her imperious grip on his tie more than made up for the lack of view.
Twisting his head to the side, he propped himself on his elbows and nursed on her teat. Judging from how fiercely she bucked herself against him, flexing her legs and giving each thrust a bit of extra power, he felt certain she was enjoying herself as much as he was - that said, he had an inkling that part of her joy stemmed from the control she had over him. He’d done everything she asked without question, including several things he genuinely thought he’d never experience, and they both knew she had him in the palm of her hand.
“Oh fuck -” she quietly mewled, raising her waist, “right there.”
Her plea was like a song from the heavens, bolstering his fortitude and reminding him of what little control he had. Tethered to her though he was, he was the one rutting her, he had been chosen to come and serve her marish needs, he was going to do his darndest to prove his worth. Squaring his stance, he slipped a hand to her free nipple and squeezed.
Fucking her harder and faster than before was a calculated risk, but it promptly paid dividends. She practically had to muffle herself, covering her muzzle in a desperate attempt to silence a particularly loud outburst, while she rocked forward and back on the desk. The exhilaration coursing through him almost countered the physical bliss of feeling her milk his dick, all but sending him into a frenzy.
Growing louder and louder by the second, with the desk jostling beneath her, the air grew thick with the sound of passion and the scent of wild, unbridled sex. As if the normal sensory input wasn’t stimulating enough, there was an unseen factor that drove him positively wild - the carnal energy seeping from her very being. Nearly any species on the planet wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate the entirety of the aura surrounding her - fortunately for him, he was the exception.
Rearing back, he detached from her bosom with a soft pop. “You like - Mmmph!”
His attempt at small talk was drawn short, as she grabbed his head and fiercely pulled him back to her tit. He hadn’t expected her to so feverishly keep him playing with her tits, but he wasn’t going to complain. As he suckled away, continuing to fuck her with long, deep strokes, he only eventually became aware of how close she was getting.
While it was subtle, almost imperceptible at first, a tremor crept into her thighs. It wasn’t like he was a philanderer, but even he picked up on the signs. Her hitched breaths, shaking legs, and her stuffed, quivering marehood led him to believe she was reaching her limit, and he had every intention of pushing her over the edge. Altering both his technique and the trajectory of his plunges, jackhammering against her womb, he clamped his teeth on her teat.
He’d hoped she’d like the rougher treatment, but he’d had no way of knowing just how much of a masochist she was. Her entire body tensed, she bit down on her finger to silence herself, and a deluge of nectar gushed from her depths, as she climaxed in spectacular fashion - sadly, caught off guard by her explosive orgasm, he was unprepared for the influx of immaterial onslaught of ecstasy. As he clenched his jaw and tried to stave off the inevitable, he was dragged into the rapturous depths along with her.
His body acted on its own, hilting his wildly throbbing stallionhood and bathing her interior in shot after shot of rich, virile foal-batter. The otherworldly sensation of sharing her pleasure bordered on the divine, nearly causing him to black out from ecstasy, yet he was only able to savor the moment for an instant. Though he was only barely aware of a knocking at the door, his gracious and depraved manager heard it as clear as a bell.
Before he could act - heck, before he could think, he was magically pulled away from her, flipped over the desk, and hidden from view. Going from just having blown a load to being unceremoniously stuffed under a piece of furniture was jarring to say the least, though it did give him some clarity of mind. Frozen in place, too frightened to move, he listened to her scramble about.
“Come in,” she called, prompting the door to open.
Tyrex held his breath and listened to the terse exchange, hearing her take some menial report, before the door closed. It was a relief that he hadn’t been caught - at least as far as he could tell, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the stressful moment robbed him of a few years of life. He genuinely couldn’t say if he’d been hiding for seconds or minutes - whatever the case, after some passage of time, she peeked her head over the desk and smiled at him.
“Get dressed,” she ordered, handing him his clothes, “and be at my office tomorrow morning at nine AM sharp.”
Scrambling to his feet, he struggled to get himself dressed as quickly as possible. “I’m not - uh - in trouble ~ am I?”
“If you’re not punctual, you will be,” she responded, crossing her arms over her chest. “Considering you’re my new assistant, I’ll hold you to a very stringent standard.”
He could scarcely believe his ears, yet she’d been as clear as day. Somehow, as implausible as it seemed, he’d not only managed to fuck his boss but get a promotion. Hastily donning and straightening his attire, ignoring the dampness on his groin and cum leaking from his softening length, he uneasily smiled. Yeah, his job just got a lot more interesting…
