Payment in Kind
Snap assists a friend with some home repairs on a scorching hot day, and receives a well deserved reward for his help.
This vignette was written for Burgabandit as their Patreon flash fiction reward for July 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and mild drug (marijuana) use. :3
Payment in Kind
Snap frowned as he stared at the AC unit, sweat beading on the were-donkey's brow as the sun blazed its way in through the window beside which he was standing, baking the room whose air conditioning unit had unsurprisingly given up the ghost as it struggled to keep this portion of the apartment cool. Wiping his brow on the back of one burly arm, Snap peeled off his already rather sweaty, damp and clinging shirt, reached down for the small tool bag he'd brought with him, and got to work opening the AC unit's casing. He wanted to help his friend out, to ensure that Ilma was able to sleep that night without baking alive in the scorching summer heat, but beyond that the were-donkey had a very particular reason for wanting to assist the hippopotamus with her problem.
"How's it looking?"
He glanced up as he began to unscrew the casing, and blushed as he saw the owner of the voice leaning against the bedroom doorway. The large, plump figure of Ilma's body was entirely nude aside from a towel wrapped around her torso, glistening not with sweat but with cool water from the shower she had just taken. Despite her lingering wetness though, the hippo already had a large, rather fat joint held between her lips, a lazy trail of smoke curling upward as the intense and unmistakable scent of pot hit Snap's senses. Ilma had the hook-up for some absolutely amazing stuff, and in exchange for fixing this unit, she had promised him enough of it to last him a week.
Pulling the case off, Snap winced as he saw some scorch marks on the interior of the plastic where some portion of the AC units motor had not just ceased to work, but had actively combusted as it struggled to cool both the air and indeed itself sufficiently. He looked up at Ilma and nevertheless gave her a winning smile, jerking a thumb upwards.
"It'll take a while, maybe longer than I planned. But... I'll get it done. You just stay cool until then, okay?"
Smiling, the hippo moved across the room towards the burly, barrel chested and currently shirtless were-donkey. She stood next to him and peered down at the AC unit, not as technically adept as Snap when it came to electronics but still able to put two and two together with regard to the visible source of the problem.
"Looks like a lot of work..."
She murmured mournfully.
"I feel bad, just offering you payment in kind. At this time of year a real electrician would cost me way, way more than I'm giving you. Way more than I can afford."
Snap shook his head, waving a dismissive hand in the hippo's general direction.
"Hey, it's all good. You know I'd do this even without the offer of pot on the table, right? I mean, fuck, I'm not gonna leave you here to boil when I know I could help out. It's just the decent thing to do."
He saw Ilma's face flush. His began to burn brighter too as their eyes met and lingered upon one another for a moment. Clearing his throat and glancing back to the AC unit, Snap tried to playfully move on.
"Of course, the offer of pot helps. God knows I won't be thinking about the heat as much when I've got a bit of a buzz on."
He brought his screwdriver to bear upon the damaged portion of the unit, and tried to focus on that, on starting his work as Ilma's soft giggles played like warm music in his ears. The were-donkey's focus only lasted a handful of moments though before the sound of fabric hitting the floor reached his ears, and his eyes instinctively darted curiously towards the source of the sound. The screwdriver fell motionless in his hand, and Snap's eyes bulged as he saw what it was that he had just heard. Ilma's towel lay upon the floor, pooled around her large, plump grey figure. Her face was flushed crimson, and yet she was smiling, grinning playfully and with obvious glee as she saw Snap take in her naked form in all its bold, unabashed glory.
Before Snap's eyes she took a large drag off her joint, her eyes rolling back slightly with the intensity of the hit, and as the end of the joint itself was still flared orange from the intensity of her inhalation she plucked it from her broad snout, and placed it between the were-donkey's lips instead.
"Let me help, then. Let me take your mind off the heat while you work. L-let me... let me give you a buzz."
She dropped to her knees before him, crawled forward, and placed her hands upon his belt. There she paused for a moment, waiting for his assent before continuing onward, still blushing and still beaming as Snap just stared and stared and stared and... he groaned softly at long last, and as he took a first puff of that joint and tasted the sweet, kind leaf inside, he nodded.
"T-that'd... that'd be cool."
He groaned in joyous disbelief as Ilma teased open his belt, tugged his jeans and the boxer shorts beneath them down to his ankles, and immediately began to nuzzle and kiss tenderly at his hurriedly swelling but still not entirely hardened cock.
"Oh, g-god... fuck..."
Snap moaned as even before he was fully erect she engulfed his cock in her large and powerful muzzle, her tongue working miracles on the tip of his member while her lips squeezed and milked his shaft more intensely than any other woman's muzzle had ever been able to achieve. Perhaps even more incredible than the pleasure surging through him due to Ilma's own ministrations however was the sound of her moaning as she did so, and the sight, as he peered down between their bodies, past her large breasts and rounded belly, of her hands obviously working between her legs, granting herself pleasure of the hippo's very own as she stimulated Snap in turn.
How he was meant to focus on his job under the circumstances of course, Snap didn't know. He was having a hard enough time simply staying upright as Ilma suckled on his cock and he puffed on her well packed and potent joint. But, then again, maybe that was okay. Maybe it was okay that he wasn't focused on his work right now, because at the same time he wasn't thinking in the slightest about the scorching sun still blazing through the window and falling upon his trembling, bucking body. And if Snap wasn't bothered by the heat any more, then perhaps, tucked away in the shade of his body with her lips around his cock and fingers buried in her own pussy, it might have taken Ilma's mind off the inescapable heat, too.
She had brought him here to help her cool off, to save her from the unrelenting torment of the summer heat. And if this was what helped Ilma, if this was what she wanted to offer Snap some pot for in exchange for his assistance, the were-donkey was more than happy to oblige.
By Jeeves
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