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A Cocky Clerk

For jackiez

By Draconicon

It was a painfully bad thing for a convenience shop clerk to get bored, and this was something that Magnum knew from painful experience. The mule had been on the receiving end of the boredom of his coworkers in the past, and he knew that he himself had been guilty of a number of other pranks just to pass the time. It had reached the point where he, and all the other clerks, for that matter, had been told that one more prank would mean dismissal.

Of course, few of them worried about it. After all, their boss knew that they were only a skip and a jump away from going to a new job anyway, and he needed them more than they needed him. Magnum was no exception, but he had a slight edge of caution compared to his coworkers, and had kept from making trouble for the past week.

That, in turn, led to his current boredom. The stud leaned forward against the counter, grumbling under his breath as he stared at the empty store. He'd been working since sunset, and for the last five hours, he hadn't seen anyone. Sure, there was the occasional person that walked by the storefront, but most of the time, they just kept on walking. The most interest the little cornerstore received was a passing mare poking her head against the glass, staring inside for a few seconds before walking on.

Magnum groaned, slumping down on the counter. He picked up the price scanner gun, pointing it at random items around the store, but even that much childishness only amused him for a few minutes.

"God damnit, what's a stud gotta do to have a little fun around here?"

He looked up at the camera in the corner, knowing that his boss was too cheap to actually put a cassette tape in it. He flipped it off, then did it again with his other hand. Even that didn't mean anything, and he groaned.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...Ugh, might as well take inventory again. Might kill another thirty minutes."

Magnum walked around the counter, pulling out the checklist that every member of staff had to keep on their person at all points of their shift. If the boss caught their numbers off, even slightly, they were docked at least an hour of pay. Sometimes more, depending on what they were off with.

He started with the snacks, making his way down the aisle, back up, and then down the next. Then it was the beer, then the conveniences, and then the candy.

Finally, he reached the few little 'enhancements' that the cornerstore stocked. They weren't much, little more than a few pills in foil containers, and Magnum had never tried any of them himself. They just advertised themselves as being natural herbal supplements, not that he imagined that there was anything natural about them.

He had just finished jotting down the final count when he paused, looking at them again.

Natural male enhancement, huh? he thought, looking at the foil packages on the bottom. The pills weren't that expensive, and he doubted the boss would even care if one of those went missing. They never sold any, anyway.

And he was bored enough to try having a little fun.

Eh, what the hell? If nothing else, I get a story I can brag about later.

The mule tugged one of the packages off the line, ripping through the top and dropping the pills into his hand. There were three, probably some sort of time-delay bullshit.

Well, I'm already bigger than most men. Might as well see if all three do anything.

Shrugging, Magnum tossed his head back and downed the pills all at once. The grinding feeling of the capsules against the back of his throat disappeared almost immediately, followed by the sudden worry of a clogged throat.

A few seconds and one Big Gulp later, the mule felt much better, but not that different. He'd expected at least a dose of hardness like he got from Viagra - not that he needed it - but instead, all he seemed to feel was a heaviness in the pit of his stomach. Magnum sighed, shaking his head as he tossed the big cup of soda off to the side, making his way back to the counter.

He was about halfway there when the weight in his stomach suddenly dropped, almost feeling like someone had shoved something into his balls. The equine groaned, having to lean against one of the shelves as he felt a sudden churning in his sack, his eyes closing as he grunted. If he had toes, he would have curled them, but instead, he just...he got hard.

When the wave of churning, throbbing pressure passed, he managed to open his eyes and look down. What he saw made him gasp, and then grin.

The bulge in his pants had always been fairly large and respectable. What equine didn't have something that bulged the front of their boxers, for that matter? But this...this was something else. His cock had dropped from his sheath, slowly but surely, and it was still growing longer and longer. It started running down one leg, pushing down towards his knee, and Magnum grinned as he reached down and pressed his hand against it.

Can't be real...can it?

But it was. It definitely was, from how sensitive it was when he touched it. The mule groaned, his knees shaking at the sheer pleasure that he got from just that touch. His breath caught in his throat as he ran his fingers up and down the large bulge, his eyes rolling back as he groped himself again and again.

"Fuck yeah...fuck, how big am I?"

Despite the lack of camera, he was a bit hesitant to drop his pants. After all, there was still the storefront windows, where anyone that was walking down the sidewalk could have looked in and seen him. He could be spotted, people might notice and report him being lewd and nude.

But...

When am I gonna get another chance for this? he thought, pulling down his zipper and fishing out his cock. The leathery length filled his hand and then some, and he grinned as he had to drag it free of his pants rather than just let it flop out.

The results spoke for themselves. If this was male enhancement, Magnum could get on board with this company. His cock had stood out at just under a foot before, more than respectable, but now? Now it was at least fourteen inches, maybe fifteen. As he groped it, he could feel his hand far more clearly than he had ever done before, no matter how many times he'd jerked it, no matter how many lubes and toys he'd tried out. This...this was amazing.

In a moment of pure adrenal courage, he turned around, flashing his cock towards the windows. His shaft throbbed, starting to rise up even higher, showing itself off to the empty streets. He jacked it a few times, dragging his hand up and down the fat cock, pulling his fingers right up to the flare and squeezing under it before dragging his hand back down to his balls.

Even they were bigger than they had been, swollen up from the drug, he supposed. He groaned as he brought his hands under the fat sack, feeling his nuts bursting with seed and still churning, still creating more for the job. If they had been this productive before, he would have probably bought some of his namesake just to avoid the task of clean-up.

"Heh...heh..."

Magnum grinned, standing there with his dick hanging out of his pants and throbbing with pure life and vigor. The feeling of showing off like this, of being out in the open with such a huge cock, was almost too much for him. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still a little afraid of someone walking in on him like this, he would have been jerking off and spraying his pre all over the place, like some sort of feral donkey that was marking its territory. As it was, the mule just squeezed himself again and again, savoring the feeling of pleasure.

Much as he loved it, though, he knew that he had to get on with his tasks. Even if there was almost no chance that someone might come in and see what he was doing, there was the slight possibility that the boss might show up, and if he was hanging out with his dick out, he could kiss his job goodbye. And despite the fact that he could get a job somewhere else, there was the whole point that this was his job now, and he wouldn't be here if he didn't need the paycheck.

So, he tucked his dick away, letting it throb down his pant leg, and tried to bring his attention back to the task at hand.

Even as he worked on inventory, however, he could feel his thoughts drifting off, mostly heading back down towards his bigger dick. The thought of using it was foremost in his mind, mostly on a bunch of mares. He chuckled, imagining some of the highbrow girls that would normally never let a mule like him near them, and shook his head.

"Heh, see how they'd react to seeing a monster like this," he muttered. "Get them all drippy, I bet."

The thought of a bunch of rich ladies losing their minds over his big, fat dick only made him throb all the harder, and he had to stop for a second to focus on getting his cock back under control. It almost felt like it was getting bigger, but that was impossible. He'd had his pills, it had grown already, and there was no way that it would keep getting bigger.

Even so, he imagined those same rich mares staring at him as he jerked his dick, showing off the biggest horse cock that any of them had ever seen. Magnum could see it in his head, clear as day. Their wide eyes locked on his bobbing cock, their mouths wide open, their muzzles getting slippery and wet with all his splattering pre...

"Mmmph...fuck yes, that'd be hot."

He grinned to himself, marking down a few numbers on his list when he felt a splorch under his hooves. He paused, looking down.

The floor had been completely dry just a second ago, but now, there was a puddle of clear, musky liquid where he was standing. It had soaked into his leg and then over his hoof, leaving it slick and shiny. There was no question what it was, either.

How the hell...

He reached down, pressing a hand to the side of his pants, and instantly the fabric stuck to his thigh and his calf. Cheeks burning, Magnum hurriedly pulled back, waddling - as his cock prevented him from running - to the janitorial closet, rushing to pull out a broom so that he didn't make more of a mess.

Of course, running across the store while he was already dripping only spread the mess around, and by the time that he had gotten the mop, he had a long trail of pre-cum to wipe up. The mule blushed as he walked back over the mess, swinging the mop back and forth and draining it into a bucket. It was the first time that he'd ever had to mop up his own product like this, and it was insane to see so much of it dribbling all over the place. He shook his head rapidly, trying to figure out how this was even possible.

Even as he wiped the floors down, though, he could feel his cock still throbbing, still pulsing, still growing. It had reached his knees, and was slowly growing longer, passing it and starting to throb harder and harder. His balls pressed into the bottom of his pants, trying to push against the seams and grow out of them, and he groaned as he felt the sheer tightness of his pants around his privates. He'd never felt them this tight before, and even that felt like it was turning him on, getting him more and more riled up.

Nnngh. Focus on something besides your dick.

Most any mule knew that was a futile task, but he had to try. If he didn't, then he'd be swimming in his own pre in minutes.

Magnum forced his mind off the feeling of his cock in his pants, trying to think of something ugly. His boss, for example.

Unfortunately, as soon as he thought of his boss, he thought of the old goat's smoking hot wife, and how the white-furred goat girl would probably bend over in a second for a real man's cock.

Groaning, he pushed his thoughts to something else. Uh, uh, his grandmother's older friend. Toothless old hag, a mare that was long past her prime, not worthy anything in bed...but with a hot daughter that had been flirting with him in the past, and had been intimating that if they weren't dealing with the old ladies, they might have had some fun.

Ugh, no, no, no!

His cock continued to throb and grow, dripping down along his legs and soaking the inside seam of his pants. Desperately dragging the mop along to get all the drippings that were covering every inch of the floor, Magnum dragged himself back towards the counter. The excitement of showing off for a non-existent audience had worn off, and now he was more worried about getting caught naked and having stolen product than anything else.

He pulled up a stool behind the counter, sitting down on it and taking as many deep breaths as he could. His cock continued to pulse and throb, now somewhere in the area of a true horse shaft rather than just what one would expect to be hanging from the crotch of an anthro. Every breath he took made the damn thing throb up and down, bouncing away like mad, and he shivered as it started to grow down his leg even further, forcing him to keep his leg pointed out straight.

The minutes wore on, but at least it never grew longer than the two and a half feet that it had become. It was a solid rod of steel, or so it felt, hot and slippery and unbendable. Everything he did to try and take his mind off his own libido only brought it back with a vengeance, leaving him shivering and panting, gasping and moaning for more than he had. His balls had pushed the seams between his legs to their breaking point, and he knew that if they churned any bigger, they'd rip right through his clothes.

He looked at the clock, staring at it with the eyes of a man that was just waiting for freedom. He hadn't felt this desperate for the clock to hit a certain point since he was in high school, waiting for the final bell that would release him from hell. If it would just move faster -

Ding, ding. Less than five minutes before the end of his shift, the door dinged. He whipped his head around, and his jaw dropped.

Walking through the door of the cornerstore was a mare that put all his fantasies to shame. A white-furred girl with a set of hips that pushed that tiny skirt up so high that he swore there was nothing under them, and wearing a shirt that seemed to push her tits up and out rather than cover them, she looked like something that had just walked off the centerfold of a porn magazine.

She walked in, her hooves clicking the way that some anthros did with high-heels, smiled at him, and then walked down the center aisle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did you have to be so hot? Magnum thought as his eyes dropped to her ass. He could see her skirt slowly riding up, the bottom of her ass cheeks just visible. He bit his lip to keep from whistling, even as his cock throbbed harder than ever, rising up against the inside of his leg, pulling his leg off the floor as he stayed on the stool.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, that ass would look so good grinding against me, bouncing as I fucked it...

And then, she bent over.

"Oh, shit..."

Her skirt rose up just high enough for him to see her wearing nothing but a thong under it, and it was so skimpy that it went right between her pussy lips, barely sliding across the center of her asshole. Both of them were shown off in stark relief, and it was far, far, far too much for any male to deal with.

His cock ripped right through his pants leg, falling over the counter as he grabbed it and jerked it once, twice, and then went over the edge. He brayed loudly, his lips vibrating from the force of it as he whinnied, neighed, and brayed again and again as his cock pulsed and twitched and blew its load all over the glass countertop and the lottery tickets on his side of it. The mule humped into his hands, fucking the space between them, and he just couldn't stop himself.

Balls the size of cantaloupes slammed against his fingers, his much-swollen gonads pushing more and more of his product out over the counter and onto whatever he could reach. The feeling of utter release burned out every other thought in his mind, leaving him with nothing.

He slumped back, the last two or three shots going up in the air and then coming down on him, the raw smell of a rutting stud soaking into his clothes and leaving him looking like nothing but a breeding hand, some simpleton from the farm country that didn't know any better, that didn't understand how this sort of thing worked with decent folk. In that moment, Magnum didn't care.

His cock flopped back as he stared up at the ceiling, his afterglow burning around him. He could feel the flared head rubbing just under his chin, his engorged shaft shrinking slowly, but probably not slowly enough. Again, he barely cared. He just...he felt so...

"Ah-hem."

...Shit.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the mare that had just walked in. She stood in front of him, staring with the slightest of smiles, and held out something that she wanted to buy. Almost instinctively, Magnum got to his feet, and almost immediately slipped on the slime behind the counter.

He caught himself, barely, but it brought him right back to reality.

The mare didn't say anything, but he knew that she could fuck him over in seconds if she wanted to. She passed him the box again, and he wordlessly scanned it, only barely noting that they were extra large condoms that she'd bought. He printed off her receipt, said nothing as she signed it, and bagged her goods for her.

She winked before she left, and he groaned as he sat down again.

"Fucking hell...fucking, fucking, fucking hell..."

If he wasn't fired for this, it would be a fucking miracle. And now he had a massive clean-up job that he had to do in a hurry, or the next shift would have a hundred questions. Magnum groaned, pulling himself up from his stool and walking over to get the broom.

It was only when he was in the middle of cleaning that he realized that the receipt - still clutched in his hand - had a phone number written down by the name.

Maybe tonight wasn't all bad.

The End