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Why the Cart is Always Behind the Horse For Taiko by Draconicon

If there was one thing that annoyed and delighted Tony in equal measure, it was someone sleeping on the job.

The black horse looked towards the stoneworker with a shake of his head. The hyena was fast asleep, his overalls barely covering his upper body, even going so far as to kick off his shoes while he was lounging next to his cart. The rocks were all piled up, and now there was no one to put them together. Tony'd pulled all those pieces to the worksite for nothing.

That was what annoyed him. What delighted him, however, was the fact that it was lunch time. And for a dreamsire like him, it was the perfect time to find someone asleep.

"You know, anyone but me would throw a bucket of water on you."

Tony stepped around the cart, looking down at the hyena. He wasn't a bad looking guy; fairly muscular from his work, maybe a small belly but nothing huge. Not a bad scent, either. Must have been doing some kind of workout earlier. The horse chuckled, reaching down and pressing his large hand to the side of the hyena's head.

"I'm not going to throw water at you..."

Tony knew that anyone watching would have just seen a horse checking on a sleeping coworker. But what he saw...what he saw was infinity, and all that could be manipulated.

The air around him was misty, of course; that was the nature of the dreamscape, to be ephemeral until it was commanded. The horse brushed some of it out of the way, fanning his way through it until he found the dreamer.

As expected, the hyena's dream wasn't altogether dissimilar from work. The stoneworker was laying down bricks, putting them in place, but there was a rather key difference. Rather than keeping a steady rhythm with getting the materials laid in position, the lazy man would lay down a rock, then turn to a naked man behind him, getting his cock sucked for a few seconds before going back to work. Back and forth the hyena went, never making much progress on either side before he changed what he was doing.

It was pitiful, even if it was kinda sexy. Tony chuckled, rubbing his head.

"Man, and here I was hoping for something a little better than that. Even that mole had better ideas in his head than this. Looks like I'll have to take a more direct hand."

The dreamsire looked into the mist, his imagination flowing over the area like a net. He couldn't control the entire dreamscape, but his kind could form a connection with an area for a short period of time. Casting a net over it to capture the ephemeral nature, and then pulling it tight, to compress it, making it more real, in effect.

He was quite practiced at doing so. It was how his kind fed, after all.

In his mind's eye, he saw a glowing blue net fall over the area. It slid over him, but covered the stoneworker, the imaginary lover he had, and the road beside the project. It covered a great deal of dream substance as well, and with a few sharp tugs, Tony pulled it tighter and tighter together. The mist turned thicker, growing more cloud-like, and then looking like a white-colored cotton candy.

At this point, it was edible, but the dreamsire knew it would be flavorless. Nutritious, but flavorless, and he didn't want what amounted to a vegetarian diet of dreams. No, he wanted something with a little more...bite to it.

"Okay, Mr. Sleep-away. You want to put the cart before the horse? Fine. Let's see how you like that coming to life..."

Hank jerked as everything changed. One second he was getting his cock sucked by a goat, the next he was on his back, head hanging upside down, and -

"Mmmph!"

• Getting his mouth stuffed by a very thick, very hard horse cock. The naked hyena jerked back and forth, but his arms and waist were pinned down by something laying on top of him. He barely managed an inch or two in any direction, and moving his head was impossible with the solid rod of flesh working its way down his throat.

The hyena groaned, feeling whatever he was on bumping and bouncing as it moved. He could feel it rolling along, and as he looked down past the approaching horse balls, he could just make out a dirt path. Flicking his eyes to the side, he noticed that two wooden rods stuck out at his sides, almost like the beams that would be attached to the sides of a horse. Hell, they were attached to the horse that was in front of him; the horse was just pointed the wrong way!

He tried to protest, but it was impossible. All that he accomplished was making his throat tighter, and that didn't feel good at all when the horse's shaft was still inside. He gagged, coughing weakly around the cock, and decided to be quiet.

Still, that was rather hard to do when his throat was being invaded and ground against by a cock bigger than his wrist. How the hell did it even fit? This was impossible.

Tony moaned as he walked along, his strong hands resting along the edges of the cart as he pushed it forward. It was just like what he had been doing in the real world before he got to the site, except this time he had a much better distraction than his imagination.

He didn't bother to say anything, though. A silent dream was better, at least when the hyena was going to wake up to see him right beside him. If he didn't talk, then the dream could just be brushed off as something subconscious. If he said something, then his coworker might think something was up.

Besides, he didn't want to ruin the feeling of that soft throat around his cock. So wet, so tight. Tony grunted, stomping a hoof before continuing down the path. More than half of his foot and a half long shaft was sheathed down the hyena's throat, and it felt like he could get the rest of it down too.

Why couldn't he? It was a dream, after all, and in the dreams, all was possible.

Hank's eyes widened as he realized that the horse's crotch was getting closer to his face. His body was paralyzed, his neck held in place by the shaft that was pushing deeper into him. Already he'd taken more cock than he'd ever imagined sucking - not a hard task, as he was a guy that got sucked, not one that did the sucking - and now the damn horse was giving him more?

That huge sac was looking more and more like a pair of wrecking balls as they got closer to his face, and he shuddered as he thought of how they'd feel when they collided. They'd smash his face in.

No, they...they couldn't be. Were they...

_ GROWING?! _

Oh damn, they were, and quick. He saw them bubbling, hanging down lower and lower with each step that the horse took, swaying further away from the big brute as they got larger. They got wider as well as hanging lower, starting to well and truly look like wrecking balls as he kept staring at them.

Eventually they came close enough to touch him. The black furred sac brushed against his nose, and left behind the scent of the horse's musk. It was thick, sweaty, and biting in sharpness, leaving the hyena hissing from the potency of it.

And it made him hard as hell.

He couldn't believe it, but as the balls swung forward and bumped him again, his cock throbbed in response. Hank had never gotten this hard from a sex dream before, let alone one where he was being the bottom, but it was happening. He moaned, closing his eyes to try and block it out, but there was no ignoring a horse cock down his throat and heavy balls smacking against the end of his muzzle.

Hank groaned, arching his back as much as the load in the cart let him, feeling his cock tightening, his crotch on fire with need. He wanted, no, needed more.

Suddenly there was a bump in the road, and the horse's cock went all the way down his throat. The hyena gasped, his eyes opening wide just in time to get a close up look at the horse's balls. His lips were pressed tight to the base of the horse's cock, and he swore he heard a whinny of pleasure above him. He knew he saw that sac rise up, coming up to the body as the cock in his throat throbbed, spurting a load down his throat.

The scent, the use, the feeling of being pinned down like this; it all added up to more than the hyena could take.

He moaned, and came.

Tony sighed happily, licking his lips as he pulled his hand back from the hyena's head.

"Now that was a tasty lunch. Maybe I'll get lucky and you'll be asleep tomorrow too."

The hyena's overalls were covered in cum stains, and not all of them his own. Tony had promised to cover him with a bucket of something, after all, and just because it had been a dream didn't mean his orgasm was dry. The horse chuckled, putting his cock away, and stepping away from the musky, drenched worker.

"And that is why you do the work and then enjoy the benefits. Horse first, cart after."

He chuckled as he walked off. The horse wondered if anyone else would see the stoneworker before he woke up. If that happened, it'd be a rather interesting story to explain.

The End