Ad-ditional Help Required
You take a deep breath and let your thoughts settle, the newspaper ad you looked at in the classifieds section wasn't all that descriptive. Neither of course was the phone call, a disgruntled stallion over the phone needed an assistant, someone to help around the day. The pay was more than what you'd ever hope to earn working a similar job, which meant this was someone who just needed a position filled or was going to overwork you. It's not like it mattered now, you were present at the building they asked you to be interviewed at.
A somewhat rusty warehouse, with ponies bustling as they moved boxes and crates of fruit and other food items around. You asked slightly around for directions to where your new boss would be, with most pointing at the office section behind the warehouse, neatly standing out with a staircase leading up to the door of the office. As you walked over you kept getting the feeling of worry, this stallion whoever he was, sounded like a very harsh pony. Minding the workers' expressions and the attitudes they displayed made you feel all the more frightened. Carefully stepping up the stairs you politely knock, with no response, you wait, with no response again.
Your eyes quickly dart to the doorbell, kicking yourself in the head for not seeing it you press it, a loud buzz following after it. Then a secondary buzz sounded with the electronic lock of the door opening, the door now slightly ajar. Stepping in, you take in the room, a darkened scene as opposed to outside, with soft tile paneling under your hooves. The walls are aligned with decorative wood paneling and adorned in nic nacs and books. Across the room sat a stallion in an armchair of sorts, screaming authority and power. His mane was a coffee bright orange, his coat in contrast to it, a dark smoky grey, and his eyes spoke of hard work and little sleep, with the bags being clear signs. The desk in front of him was littered with papers and other filings, and papers and documents were currently shifting around. While he does so, he speaks, breaking the silence.
"So, are you going to stand there, or sit down talk business?"
Realizing that you might have idled for too long, you take his advice and make your way to the chair opposite the desk. Sitting down, you allow your rump to dig comfortably into the soft padding of the chair.
"So." The stallion said, "You saw my ad in the papers and called for this position, yes?"
You sheepishly nod, confirming his words.
"Good," he spoke again, this time moving the papers to the side, clearing his desk off. "You'll be pleased to know you're the only applicant to have showed up."
Your chest jumps at the news, with a hopeful demeanor.
"Now, I'll be blunt with you," he says. Placing his hooves in a more mannered pose. "While I did place the ad for an assistant, I also specified stallion only, did you acknowledge that?"
You again nod, attentively listening.
"Good, see..." he rises from his chair and walks slowly to you, his hooves clip-clopping towards your general direction. "...this position I'm in, is very tiring and oftentimes not very entertaining."
With that word he places his hooves on you, slowly getting closer to you, almost too close.
With a gulp, you explain to the stallion that you do have experience with whatever work you'll be set up in.
"Oh I'm sure you are experienced, but this position is different."
Digging his hooves into your back he slightly squeezes lifting himself off you.
"I don't need an assistant," he says. "I need someone to take care of this~"
With his final word, he thrust forward, presenting a mighty yet thick cock in your view. With it throbbing and twitching inches from your face.
Calling the member anything but grossly erotic would be an understatement. It pulsed at a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat, shining and gleaming in the light of the room, the constant twitching also made the organ drip and spurt the odd amount of pre. With most of it landing on your right hindleg, soaking into your fur. It permeated a smell too, nothing putrid or disgusting, but rather a smell of work, sweat, and stallionly aroma, one that flooded your nostrils. With it, your sex began to grow, flooding with blood and slowly rising.
“The position, of course, is open, from opening to closing of this warehouse, that's a nearly 15-hour shift you’ll have to pull…” the cock in your side view retracts as the stallion eases his hooves off you.
“I hope that you understand why I asked for a stallion. I am not partial to this sexuality, and as such, I hope that outside this office you can keep a level of professionalism.” He walked back to his armchair, sat down, and pulled a cigarette from a case on the desk. “Do I make myself clear?”
You didn't exactly know how to respond to the stallion. You hadn't been sure what you were, the odd fling or so here, but around him, you seemed to know exactly what he wanted from you. His entire body and demeanor shouted dominance, subservience, and obedience, something that your own body betrayed you for, looking down your own cock was at attention. With a messy puddle of pre now stuck in your hindlegs and staining the chair under you, it pulsed and twitched at what had been said to you.
Professionalism.
That was the word you held your thoughts on. Outside of this office, you’d be the exact thing anyone would expect from this position: a stoic machine that would take tasks and complete them punctually and efficiently. In contrast, behind that door, in this room, you would be what your body wants you to be.
Looking back up to face the stallion with a subtle grin, now with cigarette lit and in his mouth, you only said what you needed to say the second you stepped hoof in the room.
“When do I get started?”
Author's Note
Definitely need to work on going for more than 1000 words, yet I also wanna keep these chapters like shorts. Jumping from one time frame to the other, yknow?
*SHLAP SHLAP SHLAP*
The dimly lit room around you resonated with the sound of wet slapping.
*SHLAP SHLAP SHLAP*
The sounds only being absorbed by the thick walls and soft padding of the carpet under you.
*SHLAP SHLAP SHLAP*
All you could was moan.
“Take it like the faggot you are!~,” said the stallion behind you.
You responded with a soft, exhausted yes as you leaked pre to the soft carpet below. The stains forming a damp puddle, only to be quenched every time a splurt from your member hits it.
“You're my little bitch, aren't you?”
Another yes as more and more thrusts hit your backside, the stallions’ hips crashing against your shapely rump, a small jiggle spreading evenly alongside them. You couldn't help but moan, every single thrust sent shivers and shocks of pleasure up your spine, with more and more of them whenever the stallion behind you drove his length into you deeper than the last thrust. You were simply enjoying every second of it.
No doubt you were being fucked, as if it wasn't known well enough, the stallion made it all the more clear to you every few seconds as he verbally demeaned you.
“Come on, raise that ass higher, let me fuck you like the whore you are!”
Another moan followed as you did what he instructed, raising your rump higher and being rewarded with more shocks of pleasure. You could feel everything as he had his way with you, with his balls meeting yours, a clear sign of dominance with his being considerably larger if not double the size of yours. You wanted more, more of him, more of this, you wanted to be like this forever. You slowly began to think of how long he'd been pounding your plot hole, an hour, maybe two? You couldn't remember, all that came after that was him using you like a mare, even going so far as to nip your ear. As your thought began to swirl you could feel his cock begin to swell, and you knew what was coming next.
“Im…cumming…take it you bitch!” he yelled.
Warm viscous ropes shot from his cock into you, painting your insides a nice tinge of white as he continues to empty into you. His voluptuous orbs twitched and contracted with every pulse as he hilted inside you, the feeling was orgasmic. Which you immediately did, and a torrent of your seed soon followed, while not in greater volume it was still a large amount. Taking the spot of the damp stain on the carpet, soaking into it, your own balls dry of their fluids as he was halfway done with his. With a few more short grunts you felt his member soften and begin to shrink back to its size, his cum now stuck to your insides proving the best lubricant as he slid out of you with a satisfying and pleasurable schlick.
“Good boy…now stand still…” he commanded.
You did as told and stood still, your sore and abused hole twitching as you desperately tried to keep his cum inside, with droplets and small trails leaking from it. Just as you began to relax, another foreign object began to push into you, and more shockwaves of pleasure followed, with another moan trailing afterward.
“Shhh, don't worry, just need you to keep all that inside you, can't have you leaking across my office after what I got doing to you.” With a small chuckle, he finished pushing the toy into you. “You're definitely a tight fit.”
With a small blush you relaxed again, the toy which you assumed to be a plug of sorts gently fitted itself inside you, snugly hugging your hole closed.
“Now turn around for me…”
Again you obeyed, and followed instructions, turning around to see him light a cigarette, sitting in his armchair. Proudly presenting his limp yet still stiff cock for you, glistening with the dim light and soaked in both his and your fluids, arousing you all the more.
“Clean me up would you, I can't go around with my privates smelling like you, to my workers” he stated, his look and demeanor ringing in your ears.
With a few careful and wobbly steps, you moved closer to him, dropping to your haunches slowly, with your face yet again presented with his cock. Your nostrils were then bombarded with the scent, a soft yet arousing scent of cum and your scent alongside his sweat and natural musk. Taking a deep sniff you dive nose first into his genitals, with your first stop being his balls, so big and heavy, with spare cum still inside them, you give them a slow deep lick earning you a soft yet gruff moan from the stallion. Doing your best to polish his orbs you take your time, licking up the traces of sweat and cum as you went along, mixing with the aroma a salty flavor touching your tastebuds. After your excellent work, noted by the stallion's words of approval, you moved from his balls to his shaft, taking ample time to explore his every detail. His thick veins as they bulged against his skin, his medial ring, strong and thick as you took careful consideration not to overstimulate him. Wrapping up with his glans, taking extra careful precautions to clean and polish the head of his dick. Leaving no traces of any cum or your fluids behind you finish with a deep and wet kiss at his tip, an erotic wet pop sounding afterward.
“Thank you. I’ll call the janitor after we finish our work. For now, please fetch me those towels by the bathroom.”
Carefully standing up, you try your best not to fall as your gelatin-like legs from the rough pounding you endured made walking harder. Grabbing the small towels in your mouth you bring them back, promptly using them to push into the carpet where your seed stained, soaking the towel. As you finished up and disposed of the towels in the small trash bin next to the stallion's desk you turned around, needing to grab your assigned work to organize. Only to be met with a soft peck to your cheek, stunned you stood idle, only hearing the chuckle of the stallion as he returned to his work.
As you shook off the feeling, the red on your face failing to leave, you thought about your first day on the job. It was something alright. Closing time was near, and your thoughts shifted to more questions. Another one presented itself in your head as you began to file papers into their corresponding folders.
“Hey…sir… what's your name?”
The stallion stopped his work and puffed back on his cigarette, the orange glow reflecting off his eyes in the dim light. Breathing out he stared directly into your eyes, with a smug look, he proudly said.
“Nat…Natsdyr Aggretio…” With his final word, he then snuffed the cigarette on the ashtray.
What an unexpected surprise.
Author's Note
Sex. Yeah, the ratings are what i expected, lol. This story aint meant to be anything besides just my little writing thing. Definitely leave some feedback fellas!
