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With clouds too dark to see through, a crack of thunder rolled through the brick and tarmac of an otherwise unremarkable suburban neighbourhood. Kieran pulled at the tip of his raincoat, shielding his muzzle as raindrops fell like bullets against him as his hooves thundered down the uniform paving slabs that lined both sides of the road. His breathing was steady and controlled as the young stallion galloped down the empty footpath, watching as lamp posts ahead of him begin to flicker to life - their light-sensitive sensors reacting to the low light levels, even though it was only four in the afternoon. With the fibres of hard that made up his sleek black tail beginning to clump together, Kieran took a right off of the beaten path to head up towards a house with a well lit LED porch - the awning over him now echoing the rapid pitter-patter of sky water as it hit the exposed portions of decking, his shifting hooves causing the otherwise sturdy oak flooring to creak under the male's weight.

"Damn weather report was wrong... again. I mean, how difficult is it to see a massive front like this coming through?" He thought out loud to himself as he shook his coat out, shedding a sheet of water as he pulled on its collar, the hood falling back to bring his charcoal equine features to light once again. Kieran pulled his phone from his pocket, rereading messages sent from his boss mere hours beforehand behind smearings of rainwater: 'Dinner is at half five; dress nice, be polite, and pay the dog no mind when you come in. T x'

"Pay the dog no mind...?" He queried aloud before locking his phone screen and furrowing his brow in thought. Nevertheless, Kieran shook the water from his coat one last time before sliding one arm out, then the other; he proceeded to fold the garment over one arm as the hand of the other reached for the doorknob - only for it to retract inwards just before contact.

"My my my... Prince Charming came riding in on such short notice - just like I asked him to. I can't say I'm surprised, not with how compliant you've been up until this point."

"Tiana; it's good to see you again." Kieran spoke softly and respectfully as he regarded the cheetah he once called his boss, seeing how imposing she was - even though her stature would lead anyone else to believe otherwise. "How's maternity leave fairing for you?" He asked as she stepped to one side, inviting the stallion inside wordlessly whilst giving him a clear side profile of her enlarged belly.

"Often boring, usually tedious, generally similar to life in the office; I'm very much looking forward to working with you again by the way, Kieran." She said, almost purring as she closed the door behind him, Kieran almost twice as tall as she was. "Do you remember what I said about the dog?" To which Kieran nodded. "Good... Trevor! Get out here, we have company!" She bellowed out, strangely enough in the same tone that could be heard across the office floor when someone had seriously fucked up. Kieran stood with his arms across his chest alongside the cheetah after hanging up his raincoat, hearing some footsteps quickly approaching. From the bottom of the hallway, a door swung wide open, revealing a Hyena - almost as short as Tiana was - standing just on the other side of the frame.

"Who's this, babe?" He asked, mirroring the stallion's defensive pose almost immediately, a scowl crossing his face.

"This is Kieran, he works under me at the office." She said, preemptively standing in front of the stallion with her hands on her slightly side-cocked hips.

"So this is the guy who knocked you up, huh? And you just - what - invite him over for dinner??" He asked, quizzing Tiana almost sarcastically, giving the looming stallion a piercing glare.

"No Trevor, this is the gentleman that easily managed to get the job done. Now, he will be staying for dinner, and you will be civil with him. I wanted a kid, remember? You couldn't make that happen, so I did; remember your side of the vows that you made at our wedding."

Trevor clammed up quick-sharp after that, and that was something that the button-lipped stallion was not expecting. He watched the hyena's fists relax and his head hang solemnly before an audible exhale could be heard after a short period of quiet, echoing down the hallway towards them. As quickly as the spat had started, it was over - in true Tiana style. The hyena made his way down the hallway towards them, his fists balling up and relaxing three or four times before he stopped short of them by at least a metre.

"I'm sorry, dear... I forgot myself for a second there."

"Yes, you did; now stop it with your pathetic display and show our guest your project, I need to get back to dinner while you two spend some guy-time together getting to know one another." She said with an almost disgusted, almost audible eye roll as she turned on her heels and made a line straight through to the kitchen on the left. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, the stallion standing still with his arms still crossed, the hyena with his head down - looking at the equine's hooves.

"So... Do you like cars?" Trevor asked, crossing his arms over his chest in imitation - once again - finally looking up and into the stallion's eyes.

"Uh... yeah, they're cool I guess..?" He responded, raising a hand to rub the mane on the back of his neck, the centres of his eyebrows raising in hope's of that being a correct-enough answer as to not throw the hyena into another fit of almost inextinguishable rage.

"Sweet. Folloooooooow me!" He said, completely catching the stallion off guard; Kieran didn't have time to react as he felt the male's paw grasp at his hand, tugging him along behind him through the decorated hallway as he swiftly - and with purpose - sped towards the door he originally emerged from. As the two walked down the hallway, only now could Keiran smell that distinct scent of grease and engine oil that always seemed to accompany every mechanic he'd ever been around; it was a stench that could easily straddle the line between someone who's either great at their job, or someone who had no job to begin with. Trevor's grip upon Kieran's hand didn't seem to falter as he led the stallion through the door and into the garage-turned workshop, allowing him to pass him by as he closed the door behind them; after one too many occasions of raised voices, Trevor had learned that the sound of air compressors and impact guns weren't to his wife's liking. Kieran's eyes began to wander around the dimly lit three-car garage, taking in the sights and scents as the hyena dashed off out of sight, but it wouldn't take more than a few moments alone for the stallion's attention to be draw towards the large tarp-covered mass in the centre of the room. He would wonder what it could be as he walked closer to it, one hand resting upon his hip as the other scratched once again at the section of mane that trailed down his back and under his white shirt collar.

"Is this his project?.." Kieran pondered aloud. But before he even had time to ponder the potential answer to the question, the sheet would be pulled from the mountain before him, revealing an all-too-familiar vehicle. "Christ... is that--"

"Yep! I rebuilt her myself!" Trevor exclaimed excitedly as he popped out from the bundle of tarp that landed upon his head. He tossed it aside before squeezing past the remnants of a second hand engine block, filled oil containers, and an assortment of tools that would put the local motor factors to shame. "She's been in the family for a few decades now, but only recently have I had the time to get her close to the shape she used to be in from the factory floor." Trevor proudly proclaimed, standing to the right of the bonnet now with his hands on his hips and a smile as wide as an excited teen plastered across his face.

"It's incredible! I haven't seen a muscle car like this in.. well.. A very long time!" Kieran exclaimed as he took a slow walk around the shell, the hyena excitedly following closely behind him. "I could swear my pops used to own something like this - which must be why I have a soft spot for this kind of work." He admitted as he ran a hand up and over the door frame before stopping at around the vehicles midpoint. "This is really something, Trev."

"You think this is something? Wait until you see what I've done under the hood. Go on, pop it!" He practically begged as he pegged it back around to the vehicle's twelve o'clock, his hand practically poised to grasp at the latch of the hood when it inevitably popped up. Kieran let out an entertained chuckle as his hand lowered in and through the open window, grunting a little until he found the hood catch release - exactly where it was since all those years gone by. He pulled the mechanism before hearing a sudden and metallic clank come from the front of the vehicle; before he even had time to get his head up and over the car's profile, the hood was already obscuring his view of the excitable hyena as it was firmly propped up and in place.

"What are you still doing around there? Get over here lazy bones!"

"Okay, okay! I'm coming already!" Kieran called over as he chuckled to himself, turning his large body sideways just to squeeze back out from the tight spot he'd worked himself into. Upon reaching the front of the vehicle, Kieran once again found that hyena proudly posing in the exact same spot he once did mere minutes ago, with the difference this time being that a fully refurbished V8 with overhead air intake was now on full display for all to see.

"Well? What do you think??" He pushed excitedly for an answer from the stallion, stepping a little closer as he hung on to Kieran's first reaction. Though, the reaction he got was rather... lacklustre to that of what he expected from a fellow gear-head. Trevor couldn't tell whether or not he was either paralysed, or if he had no idea what he was looking at. Nevertheless, his answer would come.

"It's almost like you've waved a wand over my dad's old beater. It's beautiful dude!" Kieran admitted, not once looking towards the hyena as he marvelled at how pristine the old muscle car was, engine cover and all. Trevor didn't say a word, but instead emitted an excited squeal that - you guessed it - would have matched that of a teenage boy.

"Oh man! I didn't think you had any idea what you were looking at for a moment there." He said as he accompanied the stallion in looking upon the engine. "It's taken quite a while, but she's almost near the point of being started for the first time in a very long time." He said as he patted the stud's back in almost a familiar way.

"Here, let me show you what needs doing on the front end." Trevor said as he grasped a socket from a tool tray near the engine, leaning over the exposed bumperless crash bar before resting his thighs upon it, his head well and truly inside the engine bay as his arms lowered between the engine block and the space where the radiator would surely go. "Okay, so this belt here just needs renewing, retensioning and such, then I want to go ahead and flush the system of fluids before refilling it." He said in a more focussed tone, his attention on the block and the various parts that made it up.

"Mhm, I'm with you; getting that system flushed is uh... important." He agreed, going along with what Trevor was saying, still humouring him to some extent - due to Tiana's wishes.

"Exactly!" Trevor exclaimed excitedly. That was before he dropped his beloved 10mm socket tool, the short silence being broken by the sound of metal ringing against metal on its way down, before being caught in a loose rubber belt. "... Fuck."

"Uhh... is everything okay du-"

"I dropped my damn ten mill!"

"... uhh ..."

Kieran was at a loss; the stallion had no idea why Trevor was so upset by dropping a simple tool, but what Kieran also didn't know about was the mechanics trope.

"Ten mills are GOLD dust!" Trevor stated, believing in the trope probably a little too much. "Seriously, if that boy Chris was here instead of galavanting around with his friends, this wouldn't be nearly as hard to fetch as it's gonna be - and your thick damn arms wouldn't even warrant asking for help from."

Backhanded compliment aside - if it even was one, Trevor saying that name could in no way have been a coincidence, but even if it was, it only coaxed those old memories to come out from the dusty back files of his spank-bank. Kieran began to stare almost through the hyena's exposed rear end as he hung back behind him and the car's front end, beginning to daydream about that work experience kid who wore all-too inappropriate clothing for the job requirements. In that moment of relaxation, the stud was unaware of the snake that was now growing and coursing down one leg of his stallion-sized trousers.

"Always talking about his damn friends, or his damn games; the only thing that warrants any sort of conversation with him is the subject of him either getting an education, or getting a damn job." Trevor grunted, reaching further and deeper into the bay, his fingertips only just brushing against the tool. "Damn it!" He exclaimed.

"Uh... yeah." Kieran responded vaguely as memories of his office cubicle came flooding back. The rod in his trousers was just as thick and flushed with essence as it was on the day Chris came to visit him in his office for tea or coffee, those tight shorts only serving to accentuate his subtle curves and athletic body. The fabric of Kieran's trousers began to quietly creak as veins rose to the surface of his hidden shaft, the skin under the surface of his fur slowly cooling as all available blood rushed to the gargantuan organ originating from his groin. Being a horse, Kieran only had so much blood, so when his arousal began to peak, his ability to speak and think was slightly limited.

"Exactly! Kids these days need to learn to respect their parents and become a productive member of the family." Trevor said, groaning as he tiptoed against the cold concrete flooring, pushing his arms that little bit further, giving him just enough reach to grasp at the lost tool with thumb and finger. "A-ha!" he exclaimed once again, pinching hard to ensure it didn't fall again. Kieran didn't even deign to answer the hyena's ramblings this time as his hand idly fell down to his thigh, almost instinctively beginning to press and rub at the impression of his shaft through his trousers and against his thickly muscled thigh. "There we go, I got it!" Trevor exclaimed proudly once again as he turned to face the stallion, smiling with teeth brought to bare, eyes shut as he awaited a well done that would never come. "Hey, aren't ya... Uh, dude, what the hell are you... KIERAN."

"Huh? What?" Kieran asked, snapped out of his daze by the agitated male before him, looking down over the almost disgusted expression that Trevor wore.

"Are you... are you nursing a fucking semi!?"

"N-No! Of course not! I uh... have an itch?"

"What, from a horse-sized mosquito!?"

Kieran felt like his back was against the wall in this particular situation, and yet only now did his arousal choose to begin to throb and flex under the pressure it had made as it grew further down his leg.

"Dude, that thing is fucking huge!" Trevor raved, even going so far as to point at that twitching cylinder inside Kieran's leg. The stallion was thoroughly embarrassed. "I'm not gay... but does that thing make you light headed? Is that what the half arsed answers were all about?" He continued, wantonly asking as his eyes were practically fixated now.

"I mean... I-It doesn't really help, b-but... kinda?" Kieran stated, entertaining the hyena in an attempt to keep his excitable voice down. The stallion stroked the back of his mane once again as his teeth began to grind, the anxiety of the situation starting to get to him, the blood slowly beginning to drain from his erection and up towards his cheeks.

"I- how- I have so many questions!!" Trevor belted out, elated to the point where he dropped his ten millimetre socket once again, Kieran watching as it comically rolled away and under the engine that sat in the muscle car's engine bay.

"O-Okay, okay; ask away, so long as you're quiet. Damn..." Kieran said, asserting himself a little now, expressing his displeasure for the excitable male's natural disposition.

"Shit... I forgot about Tiana. Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."

For what felt like a minute of silence, with Trevor scratching at his chin, basically leaning over to look at the slowly softening organ in the posing stallion's trousers, the silence was broken.

"I'll be honest with you dude, I don't lean that way... but if I had to, you guys would be on my bucket list." He said calmly for what seemed like the first time that evening, his voice softer than expected. Kieran's eyes shifted, not particularly sure what to say to that comment. "I mean... Do you mind if I get a better look?"

Unbeknownst to Trevor, Kieran wasn't just happy with the work he'd done on the hyena's wife, but he was also happy with the work he'd done with some of the other pining members of the male's on staff too.

"Uh... if you're sure?"

"Yeah man, sure; look, let me just..." Trevor slowly got down onto his knees, one knee at a time, now almost being overly cautious as to not make any noise. The hyena took one look up at Kieran before focussing back on the matter at hand. With Trevor being close enough to his groin that he could feel the heat of his exhales, Kieran's sexual vigor was beginning to renew; thoughts and fantasies of Chris started to come flooding back into his mind, distracting the stud from the male's encroaching hands. Kieran didn't even seem to react when those fingers began to deftly unlatch his button from its rightful place, the hyena's other hand simultaneously lowering that thick zipper until it caught at the end of its track.

"... there we go." He whispered softly, almost just speaking to himself as both became lost in their own respective fantasies. The first thing that hit the hyena's sensitive nostrils was the pure scent of masculinity that radiated from the equine's groin, a scent so unmistakable that he couldn't imagine Kieran doing anything else but sex work or porn. More to the point, Trevor's attention began to show as that thick appendage in the stallion's trousers began to show restless tendencies.

"Okay big guy, I'm just gunna..." Trevor began to run his hands up the V of Kieran's loosened zipper, his hands gliding around the waistband until they reached either side. With one gentle, continuous and smooth motion, he dropped Kierans trousers down to about knee height before the pull of gravity took over. With the slight cold of the garage's evening air beginning to lick at the stallion's short furred legs, his imagination cleared long enough for him to look down at the hyena below him, seeing his hands floating in mid air either side of his hips, his eyes unblinking, and his damp nose mere inches from the stud's twitching cock that had been freed from its confines. Kieran stood still, not really knowing what to do in the current situation; instead, he just watched as the hyena hesitated before slowly brushing his tongue against the face of the stallion's swollen head.

"I-is this what you call 'a better look', bud?"

"Shh." He retorted, the male's nose twitching as the scent of warm arousal rose from the stallion's pre-slickened attachment - the scent layered over the stud's naturally musky aroma. Kieran indeed clammed up, shutting his lips tight as his erection did the speaking. The heat of the situation rose as his cock flexed, the base section pushing the band of his white briefs up as the shaft rose up, clear over Trevor's head before relaxing down under the garment's increasing tension. Veins coursed over the section after his medial ring, the head of his member swelling before the hyena's wide eyes - its circumference reaching almost that of the smaller male's head.

"Jesus... Only T would be able to stretch enough for this monster. Must be why she bought that toy months ago." Trevor admitted as he watched that shaft twitch and flex through and outside of the stallion's undies, the tip swelling and relaxing more now - if only by the stallion's doing. Kieran's tailhole clenched, his tail rose slightly, then his arousal would react in kind.

"She bought a toy? To... train for me? I did have doubts at the time, but she wouldn't let me get a word in during... uh..."

"It's okay; what's happened has happened. You see, we have an understanding - one we made on our wedding day." Trevor explained as his hands began to move, grasping at the stallion's briefs before pulling them down. Kieran's erection resisted at first before sinking down against his thigh, and just as those briefs met his knees, that fat prick sprung back up - Trevor inches out of reach, safe from a potential chinning.

"Yeah, uh... I getcha." Kieran muttered, slumping back into his aroused stupor from before. Trevor took one look up before chuckling, shaking his head as he got back to the task at hand.

Gently, Trevor grasped around the base of Kieran's erection, it's own weight causing it to sink onto the horizontal when it was relaxed as the hyena's tongue got back into action. His wet muscle gently caressed the face of Kieran's cock, his spare hand supporting the head at its underside, feeling the soft cylinder that was his urethra within the firm flesh of that equine pride as his tongue lapped at and around his flesh. Trevor couldn't be bothered by the fact that he was pitching his own tent within his trousers; all that mattered to him was learning exactly what it would take to make this beast blow its load. He could understand the attraction, but now he wanted to understand what it was that caused his wife to come home that one night, complaining of abdominal swell and aching.

"Man... I can really understand now why my wife came home with a smile on her face: She never comes home wearing one very often nowadays." Trevor admitted as he pressed his parted lips against the head of Kieran's cock, his hands grasping around its circumference now as best he could - not nearly able to get his small digits around its girth.

"Mm... yeah... she sure did leave satisfied..." He said, forgetting his situation for a moment as Trevor began to work on his mast, the hand nearest the head beginning to stroke back and forth over the top half of his shaft, grasping it as best he could as his tongue tip delved in and around the stud's open slot. The stud let out a soft murmur as Trevor began to gently swirl his tongue inside the head of his swelling flare, his hands moving to hold and support the hyena's head as he worked his cock head over.

"Jeez Trev... you sure you haven't done this before?" Kieran asked through gritted teeth, his head tilting back slightly as the pleasure slowly rose to newer and newer heights, his testicles rising then falling every now and then as copious amounts of clear fluid leaked out into that awaiting maw.

"Not with the real deal... but Tiana really likes her strap-ons too, so..." He once again admitted, the hand that was stroking over the top half of the stallion's arousal now making firm stops against the back section of that swollen flare, causing Keiran to change his demeanour slightly from that of before. With that first firm shunt against his flare, Kieran's hips instinctually pushed forward slightly against the hyena's face - a proportional dose of precum smearing across Trevor's lips as the stallion continued to roll his hips back and forth against each and every hard stop behind his flare.

"Oh? Found your sensitive spot, have I?" He asked almost too confidently as he continued to make firmer and firmer stops against the back of the stallion's gland.

Kieran's tail would begin to rise with each stop - as did his weighty balls - whilst the hyena showed no sign of relenting with his treatment. It was plain to see what Trevor wanted, and having gotten this far was all through his own inexperience with the real thing. Trevor had no way of knowing that he was bringing the stallion so close to finishing so quickly, and the only indicator was the stud's now breathless moans that filled the stale garage air. This was Trevor's second to last mistake.

"You doing good there, big guy?" Trevor asked, looking up at Kieran as he grasped around the front half of that vein-ridden stack of flesh, pumping it back and forth, pulling back firmly more and more with each stroke. But as he looked up, all he saw was the stallion's mouth open wide as his hips pulled back against those two hands - his now fully engorged flare thickening out fully in the hyena's face. "B-Buddy? Are you goo-"

Before Trevor had even a chance to finish his sentence, a single weak shot of equine semen shot into his open mouth, dashing over Trevor's tongue before streaming out and down his chin, dripping down his chest. The surprise of that single shot of cum caught Trevor off guard, so much so that he didn't realise how heavily he was gripping the stallion's flare. What brought Trevor back to reality was how long Kieran's cock was remaining as rigid as it was.

"Dude, is everything-"

"Let go!!" The stallion roared uncharacteristically.

Shocked, thinking he was hurting him, Trevor whipped his hands away from that solid erection. As he moved his hands away, the edge that Kieran was being held on broke, and his orgasm finally hit.

Kieran's arousal remained rigid for a few moments that seemed to stretch on for minutes as the stallion continued to hold on to Trevor's head, his grip having increased very much more since the secret session began. An eerie silence set in between them, broken only by the stallion's rising whine - until it hit. Being left on the edge for so long caused a delayed orgasm that caught both males off guard; trevor saw nothing but a single stream of white shooting towards his muzzle whilst Kieran felt like his orgasm was still building, a delayed reaction that caused his legs to quiver as his balls churned out a long and heavy stream of semen. Unable to stop it, all the hyena could do was kneel there in stunned silence as volley after volley of viscous fluid began to dash against his features, his hands still far away from Kieran's arousal, unable to move - even if he wanted to. The streaks of semen that coursed down the hyena's fur travelled slowly at first, but soon gained traction as more seminal fluid covered the male; Kieran had gone for some time without getting a load off, thinking he might get lucky tonight... but Trevor was not the individual he was thinking of getting lucky with.

"J-Jesus Christ Trev... I-I'm spent..." The stallion said as his still-raging erection twitched in mid air, a slow string of cum leaking from the hole at it's tip as he finally released the hyena from his grip. After calming down his breathing, only then did he perceive the mess he'd wrought upon Trevor: he was knelt there, his hands raised as if in surrender to an assailant, an expression of pure shock pasted across his face as a slowing flow of cum fell from everywhere from his chin down towards the gathering pool in his lap. The pair were speechless for almost a minute, both shocked in their own ways.

Was Trevor okay? He was still breathing, so he didn't drown...

"Dude, a-are you okay..?" Kieran asked between pants as he struggled to get his breathing under control, his engorged flare only now beginning to sink down under the embrace of gravity as his shaft alone began to soften.

"Is it no-nut-november or something? What in the hell was all that??" Trevor asked as his head dropped, looking at the pool in his lap, streams of the stallion's fluids running off and onto the floor now, as well as quickly soaking through his shorts and into his fur. Kieran couldn't help but snigger a little, his post-coital ecstasy giving him his usual confidence back. That was before:

"Boys! Dinner's almost ready; get washed up, then get in here!" A female voice could be heard from right outside the garage door.

Before Kieran had even turned back to face towards the kneeling cum-rag of an adult hyena, he was already up on his knees and throwing a towel over the pool of seed and removed clothing - standing in the garage space butt-ass naked as the day he was born.

"Coming dear!" He said as he stepped right up to the stallion. "You need to wipe your dick off, now, then get washed up for dinner as soon as I'm out of the shower." Trevor whispered, seemingly concerned by the tight time frame. Before Kieran knew what to say, Trevor had already darted to the doorway, opening the door only to see if the coast was clear before sprinting up the stairs.

Regaining his marbles, the stallion grabbed a piece of unstained cloth from the floor, wiping his flare off as he made his way to the ajar door, discarding the rag as he peeked outside. He could hear Trevor scrubbing frantically inside the shower, even though he was upstairs and had the water running. He watched Tiana moving bowls and plates from one room to the other as he packed his sizable organ back inside his trousers - the sheer size of his still-throbbing flare making things certainly difficult for him.

"God... damnit: just get back inside!" He whispered under his breath, his cheeks beginning to flush with exasperation at the situation he was in. Just as he'd pushed his flare down one leg, he heard the shower shutting off up stairs: this was his signal to bolt. Kieran took one last peak through the ajar door, watching Tiana heading back to the kitchen one last time before booking it. He darted past the door - leaving it half open as he hooked a left and three-stepped his way up the stairs, his heart pounding and his breathing quickening. He made it to the bathroom door just as it began to swing open, Trevor's expression almost as panicked as his was as he practically body-checked the stallion towards the open doorway, swiftly padding towards the bedroom.

"Boys! Dinner's ready!"

"Shit shit shit shit shit!" Kieran said softly to himself as he whipped his cock out from his still parted trousers, running the unified hot and cold taps as he proceeded to wash his leaking head.

"Dude, you've got three minutes maximum; get clean, then get out." Trevor whispered as he passed the bathroom, trousers already on his hips, a new shirt hastily whipped over his torso. "Coming dear! Kieran's just finishing up!" He said as he calmed his breathing before he could be heard padding down the steps and towards the dining room.

"Get yourself together dude, they're both going to be waiting, and Trevor can only stall so long.." Kieran monologued as water fell over his slumped semi, his flesh laying fully within the sink as he cleaned its every surface. Using the tissues available, Kieran patted himself dry before once again shoving himself back down the inside leg of his trousers, lifting his zipper before doing his button back up. "Please go down, please go down, please go down..." He said as he took slow breaths in an attempt to calm himself before turning back towards the door. Closing it behind him, he gulped down a wad of saliva before heading back down the staircase - his heart racing still, even after using the usual calming method.

"Hi everyone, sorry to keep you waiting!" Kieran said as he stepped into the dining room. Tiana was naturally sat at the head of the table, with Trevor off to her left against the wall; adjacent to Trevor though... was Chris.

"Hi there Sir! It's good to see you again!" The young hyena boy chirped up with the pep his mother had in her youth. Kieran's eyes widened, his lids peeled back as his heart felt like it skipped a beat and diverted somewhere else - somewhere that was far too engorged already. Realising what inevitable state he would end up in, Kieran immediately took the first available seat: the seat directly beside Chris.

"H-Hi there Chris, it's been a while. How have you been doing?" He asked as he smiled at the young man, trying to ignore the dull ache that was radiating from his groin.

"I've been well, thank you! Studies have been going well; you know, all the usual boring stuff!" He spoke gleefully as he passed the stallion a can of soda, opening it for him. Kieran turned his attention from the young man to see Trevor's face almost wracked with dread. A shot of fear rose up his spine before he even made eye contact with Tiana, whose head was resting atop a bridge made by her interlocked fingers.

"Did you have fun in the garage with Trevor, Kieran?" She asked calmly, her eye's half lidded, while the daggers that highlighted her pupil's focussed state betrayed her calm demeanour.

"Y-Yes T: Trevor showed me his p-project car, and it looks a lot like one my old man had." He spoke calmly, gulping once again as the atmosphere took a sharp turn.

"Excited to see it, were you?" She asked before those pupils darted down towards where the stallion's groin would be. Kieran's jaws locked up as he'd already connected the dots in his mind.

"Everything okay Mr Kieran?" Chris asked before turning towards his mother, checking her gaze before instinctively following it down to where it inevitably led.

Chris's eyes looked down and towards Kieran's lap before letting out a sudden gasp; along with a single smeared cum-stain wiped across the stallion's trousers, Chris could clearly see the raised and defined outline of the stud's still-swollen flare. It could be seen twitching and throbbing even as it was slowly dragged back up and towards its point of origin. Chris lifted his head up and towards the ceiling - diverting his gaze as his cheeks flushed red. Kieran's eyes were fixated upon Tiana's at the far end of the table. Trevor's head was well and truly hidden within the palms of his hands out of pure embarrassment - knowing his wife would have easily discerned the reasons as to why Kieran would be displaying such a massive bulge.

A bolt of lightning flashed in through the dining room window, highlighting one side of the female's face before some of the lights in the house began to dim and flicker momentarily - a toothy grin creeping across Tiana's supported head as she breathed in the faint scent of man-sweat and residual jizz lingering in the air. It wouldn't take long after that for Chris to catch on either, at which point his nails could be heard breaking the silence as they raked against the sides of the wooden chair he was sat upon.

"Oh... now would you listen to that thunder roll, boys..." She spoke just as calmly as she always did, right before she picked up her cutlery and began to eat - delighting in the silence of embarrassment generated amongst the men who sat at the table with her.