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Jordan smirked to himself. It was going to be a good day. God I love working from home! The white bear had made senior partner in his firm earlier this year, and one of the perks was the ability to stay at home. He ran his paw through his short headfur while finishing up the report he'd been working on. The drudgery of reports was the bane of his existence. Sure, he could command employees, make executive level decisions, hire and fire people at a whim, but the stockholders needed reports. _Fuck them! _He sighed finishing up the last sentence and saving the file.

The cooling unit to his house kicked on and the fan began to circulate blessedly cool air. It wasn't even noon but the morning sun was hot outside. 'It's a dry heat' the saying went. Jordan, being of Polar Bear stock, was dead tired of that saying. Anyone who says that hasn't been here in the middle of motherfucking July when it's 128 in the shade before noon!

He stood and stretched his back muscles and glanced at the clock on the wall of his home office. It was just about noon. He had time to ready himself in his new indulgence. The cleaning boy was going to be here soon. It wasn't like he was a slob, far from it. Jordan was fastidious in his grooming and living style. No, he had hired the cleaning service because of the absolutely gorgeous males the firm offered. This was the third week he'd had one of the boys come to his house to clean. He hardly needed it since he was a neat freak, but it was a wonderful excuse to order in some eye candy. The previous two he'd ordered to strip nude while they cleaned. He chuckled to himself. Not today. Maybe he would do a little more than just watch.

The muscular jock-like Doberman from last week had been a joy to watch. He'd made certain to order him to clean the ceiling fans as he watched from the couch while the bear sipped on his favorite bourbon. The Dobie's thong had strained to keep his male hood contained and the thin string of cloth in the rear had disappeared amongst the muscular cheeks of the canine ass and was assumed MIA. Jordan didn't hold a moment of silence for the missing fabric and instead grew insanely jealous of it. However, this time he swore to himself he was going to act and not just watch.

The service didn't offer escorts at all, they were cleaning professionals. The attire was up to the individual to wear, and whether or not they did anything with their customers was entirely their decision. It was a clever way to get around the draconian morality laws. Some of the more conservative furs were fighting this even if this was the twenty-first century. The bear snarled at the closed minded people who seemed to want to snuff all the fun out of life. Why, if they weren't having fun, then no one should right? It reminded Jordan of those health nuts at work who would join in at business lunches and complained bitterly if they had to go anywhere they couldn't find food that was gluten free / cage free / organic / raised-by-virgin-feline-vegan-ladies or whatever stupid trend was setting waves in the hipster circles this week. Ah well, Jordan was going to have fun today. He'd ordered the lithe cheetah fellow back by name.

The white ursine busied himself getting ready. Tight black shirt contrasted his white muscular bulk and showed off his broad shoulders and back. The tight dark blue jeans accentuated his hefty muscular thighs and ample rear as well. Jordan glanced at himself in the bedroom mirror and smiled, his fangs glinting against his black lips. He looked ready and felt ready. The door chime sounded in the cavernous six bedroom home. Jordan had splurged and enjoyed having space to roam around in. Plus the extra space would ensure that the young cat would be here for a while and it might even be a plausible excuse as to why he'd take so long. Jordan hoped this session would last. With a quick check in the bedside drawer to ensure that ample condoms and lube were ready, the bear walked confidently to the front door, his foot claws ticking on the tile floor. Jordan put on a winning smile, reached down, and opened the door...

And froze.

The cute young cheetah was not standing there. The fur standing in front of the stunned bear was not short, lithe, and adorable. The equine was tall. Slightly taller than the ursine. He was also muscular. Hulking was a good descriptor. The dress shirt and pants he wore were immaculate, and the tan color contrasted against his black fur. The brown eyes were full of mirth though, and the cocky bastard grinned at Jordan as the bear stood there motionless.

"Hrm, Mr Connors?" The equine asked politely with a cock of his huge head. It took the bear a moment to regain his composure.

"Er, yes?" He asked gruffly. Perhaps this was some salesman on his way past. The feline should be here soon.

The horse cleared his throat noisily, his voice was melodic and smooth. "I'm here for the cleaning? You ordered cleaning services for today? Yes?" The tall hulking equine pulled out a notebook and flipped over a few pages. "Yes, I see here Mr. Connors, 819 Hill Road, noon. Six bedroom three bath home. Estimated time is four hours." The book was closed and tucked into a back pocket, the equine tail swishing in impatience.

Jordan just stared, letting his jaw work a few times before regaining his composure. He nodded. "Ye - yes. I think there may have been a mistake, I asked for the...ah the guy who was here a few weeks ago?"

The black horse nodded. "Yeah, Tim, the cheetah is out sick this week, I'm his replacement." The bear's shoulders dropped a little. Oh well, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade or complain loudly to management about how they fucked up his one indulgence for the week. Or he could do both at the same time, letting his wrath out on the stupid managers and then seeing what the horse was good for. He smirked and waved the equine in and motioned the dumb horse over to the hall closet where cleaning supplies were stashed. Without asking a single question the horse began to get to work.

The bear went into the kitchen and pulled out his cell phone and called the agency. The 'manager' on the other end of the line apologized profusely but ostensibly pointed out the clause on the cleaning agreement that should an individual requested employee become unavailable, the agency had the right to provide an employee of their choice based on information provided during the screening process.

"And since you indicated a desire for *ahem* 'pliant, obedient, and attractive males' we've so provided one. Darren is obedient, pliant, and attractive and has received five star ratings from all of our customers. He hasn't disappointed yet. I urge you to give him a chance." After much huffing and complaining Jordan agreed. The equine wasn't his normal type, but eye candy was eye candy. He wasn't going to argue. It was either that or wait another week and forfeit the hefty fee he'd already paid for this visit. He was a practical bear, and giving up that much cash just out of pique wasn't in his nature.

After hanging up, the bear poured himself a generous three fingers of bourbon, and since his fingers were quite thick it was a very generous glass. The liquid soothed his senses and slid across his rough tongue and down his throat. Well, he might not be sliding down anyone's throat, but you never knew, and liquid courage was a good lubricant to his current irascible mood. He padded slowly into the den where the horse was busily dusting, his shirt and slacks still on. Jordan cleared his throat and the equine turned smirking slightly. The ursine grumbled. It was almost as if the stupid pony knew what was coming and was enjoying seeing the bear adjust to a new situation. "Well, since you're here, and on the clock, I might as well enjoy whatever it is you have to offer. Would you mind removing your shirt at least?" Jordan sat down in his recliner huffing and taking a second sip. The horse was still standing there, eyes locked on his, but was unmoving. "Are you deaf?" The bear asked mockingly.

The horse grinned. "No, I'm not deaf, but you didn't say please." The pony, Darren, still had that smirk on his muzzle and raised his head a little defiantly.

Jordan sighed. "Fine little pony, please?"

The horse nickered at him and smiled brightly. "Much better. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't fuck him at the same time. Well you can, but he won't get to the water very quickly." The black paws reached down to the buttons and deftly unbuttoned the tan dress shirt. Jordan had to admit what he saw as the shirt was removed was more than satisfactory. He usually didn't go for these big muscular studs. It wasn't his thing, but the horse was definitely a prime specimen of equine perfection. Well, variety is the spice of life afterall...

Darren's muscles slid easily under his sleek black fur as he gently folded the shirt and laid it on the couch before resuming his work. Jordan had to admit that he was finding this little pony show quite arousing. He normally didn't go for the big muscled guys, but Darren's physique was pressing buttons the bear didn't know he had. The equine reached for a duster and began to enthusiastically clean the book shelves and entertainment center. His lats formed a perfect V and his mane laid down his back in one single midnight fall of fine midnight black hair. His back muscles bunched as he easily moved items from the shelves to thoroughly clean.

Jordan didn't realize he'd gotten a little hard until he shifted to get a little more comfortable and realized his significant bear meat was bunched in an uncomfortable position. He winced and adjusted himself feeling his cock bunch up against his inner thigh. Great. His ears twitched as he heard the nickering laugh.

"Ah how cute, the little bear is getting hard. Hope it's not on my account. In fact based on your customer profile I imagine that what gets your blood going is something a little gentler, and softer." Darren turned his back to the bear and began to reach as high as he could to clean the upper shelves. "You'd probably prefer a nice sleek feline with a taught boyish form. Perhaps that Dobie you had last week. You know Jacob's a jock at the local college right? He needs the money to pay his rent. Such a cliché don't you think?"

The ursine's jaw went a little slack at the insult. "Hey now, what I enjoy is my business and you're getting paid to strip down and clean. I wouldn't get up on my 'high horse' hah...quite yet pony-boy!" The hulking polar fumed a bit. How dare some little mare insult his tastes? He liked what he liked, and it wasn't like this dumb pony was high on the social strata in the wide scheme of things.

The black horse flashed him a condescendingly knowing look. "A little defensive aren't we? I wasn't judging, I was just commenting. Every word of it is true, and if you ask Jacob, that's the Dobie, he'd tell you the same, but I dont need a report from him to tell me I'm not a subject you're interested in." Darren clopped over and stared the bear full on. "Kitchen is next right?" The horse raised one eloquent eyebrow and stood less than two feet from the bear. Jordan could smell him. It was a soft musky dusty smell overlaid with a bit of sweat. It was hot outside after all.

"Kitchen, yes." The bear fumed. This upstart was pushing all of his buttons and not in a good way. He was actually getting a little pissed at the brazen hoss. The little slut was here to clean and give him some eye candy in the very least not a lecture on what he liked and didn't like and to pass some kind of judgement. He was damned if he was going to let the dumb farm stud know he was getting to him in any way however. Jordan stood up and began to walk over to the kitchen. He grinned remembering something.

"So, since you're here to clean, the oven is well overdue for a good degreasing, and I mean I want the entire thing so clean I can eat off of it." He pulled some extra strength cleaner, rubber gloves, and towels from under the sink. "Here." He said handing them over. "And if you need anything I'll be back in the den reading." That should keep the stupid horse busy. But just as he was about to turn he heard the chuckling nicker and saw the muzzle smirk.

"Of course sir, anything you want."

**

"Ahem" The voice jolted the ursine out of his nap. He'd fallen asleep since he wasn't about to give the stud the time of day and attention. Pony boy was just going to have to clean. Jordan opened one eye to see the stallion standing nearby, his fur matted with a little sweat, and his forelock dangling in one eye. Speaking of eyes, they sparkled a little bit with what could only be mischief.

Jordan raised an eyebrow. "Finished?" He asked standing up. He noticed as he yawned and stretched that the horse looked his white form over.

"Yes....sir." The pony smirked again and clopped into the kitchen. Jordan stretched and followed the horse, that stupid black tail slightly flagged and flicking from one side to the other.

"What!?" Jordan stood stock still at the door to the kitchen. The oven was in pieces all over the floor and counter. Each piece was disassembled with a small bag of parts taped to it.

"All cleaned, just as you ordered....sir" Darren cocked his head to one side. The door was laid out on the table, heating elements removed and cleaned lay on the counter tops. Every knob, and electronic display removed and set into bags and arranged neatly in rows. Three large buckets stood nearby with the cleaning solution darkened to black from all the crud the equine had scrubbed off of the appliance.

"You....what!?" Jordan felt his anger rise.

"I. cleaned. Sir. Just as you asked. To quote you, Sir, I want the entire thing so clean I can eat off of it. End quote. I believe this meets your exacting requirements?"

The bear just stared and finally found his voice. He grumbled threateningly like some huge white thundercloud. "Just wait you little shit, I'll have you fired...." Jordan reached for his phone and dialed the number to the agency.

The equine waited patiently examining his knuckles and cleaning a little dirt off with a discarded rag. "Collin's Cleaning, how may I direct your call?" The female voice was far too chipper on the other line.

"Get me the owner on the line!" The bear bellowed. The pony just had that damned smirk on his muzzle.

"I'm afraid Mr. Aikens is not in at the moment..."

Jordan growled interrupting the female. "Fucking get him on the line! NOW!" He roared.

There was a sigh on the other end. "One moment sir."

The ursine grinned and stared the pony in the eye. He'd get the little fucker good.

Jordan felt his face freeze. The stallion's phone began to ring. Darren smiled and winked. "One second..." he mouthed holding one finger up while taking the call. Jordan should have seen it coming. That all too innocent face, the insolent smile, the attitude.

The sound of the pony's voice echoed in the room as well as over the bear's cell. "This is Mr. Aikens, how may I help you."

The bear stared, hung up his phone and set it on the counter with exaggerated care. He was about to explode.

The stallion gave Jordan a tight grin. "Well, I see there is some more work to do here, I'll be back in the morning to complete the job. Sir." Darren Aikens smiled as he pulled his shirt over his muscular torso smoothing it into place. "We can talk about what you really want tomorrow. For some reason I don't think you're asking for what you really need, and instead are asking for what you think you need, which is not really good for you. From the stories my boys had of you, I was not about to send one of their sweet asses over to be ravaged by you regardless of the good fees and tips they'd earn. So, since you seem to be a little bit more receptive now and can see..." here the pony gestured to the disassembled oven "...we do indeed follow our client's wishes to the letter, I'll find you something more appropriate to your tastes. Just remember...."

The pony trotted to the front door and opened it glancing back at the flummoxed bear. "I'll make certain it's what you deserve. Whether or not it's something you want is up to you." The door closed as Jordan fumed. "Fucking ponies!" he roared.

Jordan had stood mutely at the door for some time after the horse left gritting his teeth in both frustration and anger. If he'd been a bull he'd have destroyed most of his belongings, but being a clever bear, as well as prudent, he didn't harm a single thing. He'd stayed away from the mess in the kitchen. He'd poured himself another large glass of bourbon, watched some TV and had gone to bed in a bad mood.

The next morning pounding on the door matched the pounding in his head. He shuffled on a pair of boxers and jeans, wincing at the dawn light streaming in his window. He strode down the hall to the front of the house and found an overly cheerful black stallion standing in the doorway with three steaming to-go mugs of coffee.

"What time is it?" Jordan croaked around what felt like a dirty jock strap in his mouth. God he hated to get up this early.

"Seven AM." Darren replied cheerfully pushing past the startled bear.

It took a moment for Jordan to realize the horse hadn't come alone. A shorter more slender bay equine followed close behind, shyly ducking his head as he stepped smartly past the bear. Jordan's eyes were drawn to the pert little rump and swishing black tail of the smaller horse. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. This little colt was right up his proverbial alley. He took the sight of the youngster in. He was a little gangly, but sleek and toned and in obvious high spirits. His tail was held high and his blue eyes shone mischievously.

The colt tapped Darren on the shoulder as the other horse set the mugs of coffee down and whispered something too quietly for the bear to hear. The tall stud laughed. "Maybe, we'll see."

Jordan's ears perked at that. What was it the little horse said? "Wha..." He was about to ask just that when Darren broke him off.

"We better get started. Cole here is going to finish cleaning the rest of the house, and you and I are going to talk a bit."

Before the ursine could think about it, the stallion launched into both repairing the oven and asking questions. "So, why are you calling to have my boys out to clean? It isn't often we get someone who's as wealthy as you are asking for services on a regular basis." The musical voice asked quickly.

The sound of a vacuum turning on greeted the bear's ears. The younger horse, Cole, must be starting in on cleaning. Jordan wished he could see that little rump move as the cute equine handled the hefty machine. Instead the bear nudged one of the coffee mugs with a thick finger. "You mind?"

Darren looked over and grinned tightly. "No I don't, in fact one is for you, but you're avoiding my question."

Quickly the bear took a swig of the bitter liquid and sighed. "Eh, whats to tell? Single middle aged bear, stuck in this Godforsaken desert, living alone, and no time to go date. At least this way I can get something nice to look at in your boys, and I was hoping for maybe more than just a look." The bitter taste of the coffee matched the bitter taste of the truth. Too late the ursine realized he'd spoken things he'd rather not have. "Which brings me to a question. How come you're here and not, what's his name, Jacob you said? That Dobie?"

The sound of the oven being assembled stopped. The hoss stood up and wiped a paw on a dirty rag taking a seat at the table near the bear. The look he leveled on the bear turned the ursine's blood cold. "Jacob is studying psychology. He could smell predator on you from a mile off. Little Tim, the cheetah was leery of you too. He has a black belt in some martial arts thing. I don't pretend to know exactly what, but if you'd made a move on him, and he wasn't receptive, well, let's just say you'd have a few patches of fur missing along with *ahem* other things. When those two have a 'feeling' about my clients, I make these kind of visits to make certain my boys won't come to harm. I also don't want harm to come to clients who don't deserve it. So, in those cases I make an inspection myself."

Jordan sat for a minute and actually thought. He was indignant that the horse would assume the worst of him, but the guy did have a point. The bear had a habit of coming on a bit strong. It's one reason why he'd been single for the last five years. A smirk worked its way to his muzzle. "Well, I didn't mean to come off that strong, but you have to admit that Dobie has a nice ass..."

Darren smiled again. "Yes he does, and don't I know it. And you know, there is more to life than just ravaging your way through a submissive bottom." The horse stood and hefted the oven door into place as he spoke grunting a little. "That's why little Cole is here with me." Jordan cocked his head to the side. The horse chuckled. It sounded like there was a bit of mischievousness in it. "Let's just say he's the carrot."

Jordan stood up and decided to check in on Cole. He found him a few minutes later in one of the guest bedrooms. The lithe little pony was vacuuming industriously, his hips swaying a little as he listened to some music on his head phones. At some point he'd lost his shirt. Jordan was not about to send out a search party or notify interested parties. He doubted he could find anyone within ten feet who cared about the aforementioned garment. The equine's body was very well toned with each muscle group evident against his bay fur. His hips were a little wider than most male equines and almost feminine. The colt's tail swished back and forth rhythmically to the music coming from the headphones and he paid no heed to the large bear.

"Very nice!" Jordan all but purred to himself watching the slender form undulate to the music. The rumble of his voice startled the young horse who turned to see him standing in the doorway. The youngster winked and kept cleaning not missing a beat. There was a definite tightness in the bear's pants now as he watched almost mesmerized.

He'd left Darren to finish putting the stove together, and now just eyed the colt in front of him. He didn't hear the hoofbeats behind him, but he did feel the strong paws wrap themselves around his middle holding him firmly. For a second Jordan struggled.

"Sssshhh, it's ok. Just watch. You wanted someone to watch, someone tones, cute, and sweet. I also wanted to be sure you got what you needed, and well, to make certain you weren't too big of a creep."

The bear was tense but stood still watching. He felt the warm breath of the horse on the back of his neck. The strong paws slowly eased up on their grip, but didn't leave him. Instead they snaked under his arms and held the bear tight. The ursine could feel the muscular chest and arms holding him.

"He's such a tease you know, I have to remind him to keep his clothes on in the shop." Warm equine breath bathed his white furred neck. The images sprang to Jordan's mind; the young horse teasing customers who came in to inquire about services. That toned little body was a walking advertisement for anything (including pens and paper). If more people saw the colt, Jordan was certain Darren wouldn't be able to keep up with demand.

His breath stilled in his chest as an odd sensation filled him. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. Darren was breathing heavily and biting the back of the bear's neck. The sensation was entirely foreign to the bear who shuddered a little moaning. It was so different, so alien, so wrong....no that wasn't wrong, it was right. So very right.

The bear's eyes were locked onto the tight ass cheeks of the little stallion as he paused in his work. With a bright Cole glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with the bear, then bent over very slowly, sensuously, and slid his thong down. Until this moment Jordan hadn't even noticed the lack of pants or the thong since the long tail hid most of the rest of the horse's rear. With a flick of his furred wrist, the horse flung the garment at the bear who watched it drape across his arm. The stallion behind it picked it up with his black paw and gently fingered it.

"I bet....I bet he smells good today...lets see...." There was a snuffling behind Jordan. He shuddered imagining the horse taking in the scent of the little colt. "Ah yes....so good. He smells a little sweeter than his brother though."

The bear froze. "B-brother?" H-h-how?"

The chuckle behind him stopped the question from forming. "How do I know what his brother smells like? Well that's an easy answer and one I'm certain you're smart enough to figure out."

Scenarios flit through the ursine's brain as his dirty mind conjured up image after image. The young colt had a twin who the older horse...no... perhaps the brother and the older horse were an item.... No that didn't seem right either. Slowly the answer began to dawn on the bear. The horse behind him was bigger, but not that much older. Wait... did that mean? "No....not....no...." He breathed.

The chuckling nicker came to his ears and he was slowly turned around muzzle to muzzle with the larger horse. "Yeah he takes after our mom's side and I take after dad."

At that point Jordan's mind sort of shut down as Darren's lips brushed against his. He returned the kiss from the big horse on automatic as his mind began to process what he'd just heard. Darren's little brother was Cole. The big horse, Darren, was Cole's big brother. Much bigger, but not much older.

Suddenly there was a paw fumbling at the fly of his pants as two bay colored slender arms reached around his girthy middle, the deft and practiced paws slowly slid his pants down. He felt warm breath on his back as the smaller horse stood behind him. Suddenly that warm breath went lower and Jordan felt a soft eager muzzle slip between his muscular cheeks just below his tail.

"mmmph!" The bear moaned as he felt the soft ministrations of the small horse. The gentle tongue probes and soft nips by those blunt teeth made him squirm a little. The bigger horse kept his lips locked firmly on his. Jordan whimpered a little as he felt the broad muscular tongue slide into his maw and begin to ravage him. The bear had never been in the position of the one being ravished.

Bits of his brain were clamoring to be heard. They were indignant, they were outraged! They were silenced immediately as one huge black paw found his drooling cock as warm and persistent equine tongue snaked into his hole from behind and found his prostate.

The electric fizz of pleasure silenced all dissenting voices and new ones took voice saying "WE WANT MORE!" Jordan had to agree. This new sensation was awesome. He pushed back in a rhythm against the youngster's muzzle.

The melodic voice of Darren made his ear twitch. "Ah see? I knew we'd find what you needed. And it looks like

what you need are two studs to take care of your needs today. One of my boys may have been able to handle you, but Cole and I, well, we're used to bigger guys and take on the more challenging clients we have together.

Jordan's mind spun as the stud's expert paw stroked his leaking cock. He scrabbled with his paws suddenly reaching for Darrens member and easily found it. The phallus was already incredibly wet and slicked with equine pre. The pungent odor met his sensitive bear nose. His mouth watered. His paw slid slowly up the turgid length, feeling every vein, bump and ridge. He lingered on the medial ring. He'd seen in the equine porn how some horses enjoyed that. Darren, it seemed, was no different. A snort and stamped hoof met his ear. The equine was so much horse putty in his paws. Or so he thought.

There was a soft snort from his rear and the softer voice from Cole spoke up. "I think he's ready for you." There was a soft pat on his rump from the smaller horse as Jordan was turned around roughly.

Suddenly the bear was face to face with the smaller horse as the muscular stallion behind him grunted his approval at the change of positions. He shivered as he felt the coarse short black fur and muscles press against his back. A gentle paw prodded his hole from behind.

He opened his muzzle to speak just as the young colt - er - stallion in front of him locked his lips to his. The smaller horse snorted and teased his lips with his slender tongue. The bear growled lightly gripping the smaller equine to him tightly suddenly dominating the little guy's muzzle.

There was a sultry voice behind him as he felt the prodding at his hole suddenly turn cold. "Ahh yes....I see you've been distracted by the carrot...."

Those words startled the bear as he realized why his hole felt cold. Lube. Lube was being applied to his muscular ass. He struggled for a moment but was held still by those huge equine hands. "Mmph!"

The smaller bay in front of him redoubled his efforts at the kiss and slipped his paws down to the meaty bear thighs. They softly stroked up and teased the bear fondling his ample orbs gently. Jordan was being assaulted on both fronts. Literally. To his front was a lithe sexy little bitch horse, and behind him was a strapping stud. He had no idea what to do. Scream, run, cry, laugh, beg? All options were equally valid.

Suddenly something warm and thick prodded his furred ass. "Ah yes, and now for the stick to go with that carrot."

There was an insistent prodding at his tail hole and he finally found out what it felt like to be fingered by a bigger male. He'd thought he'd like to try it someday. Apparently that day was here. He struggled a bit. "Ah, Cole, could you give him a little more carrot? It seems the stick might be a bit much."

The big horse huffed and pressed incessantly at the bear's sore hole with his wide fingers, slowly pressing them into the soft bear tunnel.

Cole pulled back off the bear's lips allowing the poor overwhelmed bear to take in a few huge breaths of air causing him to gasp in a few lungfulls of fresh air. "Now wait just a ahhhhh!" The words died on his ursine lips as the bay found another use for his muzzle. Ravenous equine lips encircled the glans of his pre soaked cock and a soft moan came from the delicate muzzle engulfing it.

"Ooooh so hot and meaty!" Cole nickered and began to deep throat Jordan's tool. Oh god it felt like heaven to the bear. He loved it when a little bitch suckled on his....

Suddenly the pressure increased in his rump and he felt the huge horse cock penetrate his outer defenses. A soft triumphant whinny met his ear. "Ahhhh such a good little mare aren't you?"

Jordan whimpered. On one paw he was being deep throated, the talented little pony showing him how good things could be as a top. On the other paw he was finding out what it felt like to take a pony ride.

"Stick and carrot" the horse chuckled into his ear, sliding a few inches of the thick cock inside his tunnel.

"Ah....ah fuck...BIG stick!" He breathed in deeply as Darren pushed in mightily.

The pressure eased as Darren paused, gently rolling his hips in and out, not really stopping any motion yet allowing the big bear to get used to being a true bottom. The tip of his flared head brushed against the bear's sensitive nut repeatedly, a soft heat starting in the bear's loin.

"Back off Cole, we don't want him to cum too fast now do we?"

There was a soft moan of disappointment from the bear's crotch. "Aw Darren!?" The youth wailed.

The sound of snapping teeth was loud. "Ah fuck off Cole, you'll get that meat under your tail before we're done, just give this *unf* guy a second....his ass is too damned tight!"

Jordan's eyes were not focusing well and they kept rolling into the back of his head. He had been topped once.

When he was in college.

A long time ago.

By a rabbit.

Who was small in stature and cock size.

He'd never dreamed he'd get topped by a strong alpha stud and serviced by his adorable little broth....

FUCK! _What the hell am I doing!? _ Jordan's masculinity howled to his inner mind. The bear's libido shut that part of the brain down. _Keep quiet you, lets see where this goes!_Apparently a part of him wanted to see what this was like.

"Ah...gentle...gentle...." He pleaded to the horse behind him.

There was a snort and he felt warm hay scented breath against his neck. "Gentle little bear? Oh? Were you going to be gentle Jacob or Tim?"

The bear winced a bit in both pain and ecstasy as the thick equine rod was pressed roughly into him. "Ah fuck!" He breathed huskily.

The horse growled in his ear. "Exactly my little bear. Fuck. That's what you wanted to do to them. I wonder, do you know what the word 'No' means?"

The bear felt the rod press a good three inches more into his rear. "Ah! No!" He breathed.

Musical laughter whispered into his rounded ear. "Well let me explain it to you then. It's a word you use when you don't want something to happen."

Suddenly teeth scraped across his sensitive bear cock as little Cole teased him.

"Ahhhh!" He breathed. The stimulation felt oddly intense, compounded by the thick equine meat stuffed into his rear.

"Was that a no then?" The horse pushed roughly forward.

"Yes!!! I mean no!"

Both equines stopped the sound of the bear's ragged breathing the only one in the room. The brute behind him began to pull out.

"No!" the bear shouted.

"No?"

"No!" The bear cried again as the horse cock was pulled back.

"Make up your mind bear, we don't have all day."

Jordan's sex addled brain finally found a mental clutch, and his psyche rattled the rusty gearbox of his lust fogged brain into first gear. Thought stuttered forward reluctantly.

"Give it to me...please...don...don't pull out yet." The words came out in a whiny little whisper.

The horse moved his hips forward a little, starting the rolling motion again. "Better?"

"Yess.....better...." the hulking muscular polar sighed at the feeling.

"Good...." The hoss smirked. "Cole...wait...what are you...."

Darren watched and Jordan finally opened his eyes and focused. The little horse was lewdly greasing up his own hole with a copious amount of libe and had his tail flagged as he looked back at his brother. "Giving him more carrot of course..."

Suddenly the little stallion-colt backed up and forced his ass against the bear's straining cock. "fuck...." The little horse whispered, his muzzle screwed up in a rictus of pleasure and his eyes closed tightly. "He's nice and thick Daren..." the little equine moaned sliding himself down the drooling bear cock.

Darren rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and not likely to last too long now you little shit. Oh well, lets get his breeding over with."

The voice had many layers of disappointment in it, which took Jordan by surprise, but he had little time to wonder at that development as he was quickly sandwiched by two horses. One burried on his cock, the other with his cock buried in him. He shuddered as he felt the rest of the equine stick was shoved deep inside his abused rear.

Any discomfort was hidden by the dual pleasure of being railed, and railing someone else. "Afffuuuuck!" Jordan snarled and bit down sharply on the equine shoulder in front of him, his claws finding purchase on the young male's wide hips.

"Uuunf! Easy...easy! Ooooh not that easy.....ooooh yes!" Coal's lusty cries echoed around the room as he was pulled back into the bear.

Darren smiled as he began to thrust in and out of the now somewhat sloppy beara ss. "Ahhhh.....yes...work him over good now Coal, he's loosening up finally."

Jordan's mind shut down as he bathed in the pleasure of being in the middle. Such a wonderful experience. It wasn't something he'd ever dream of trying, much less enjoying. "Ah....fuck guys!" He growled appreciatively.

A chuckle came from Cole's muzzle as he panted. "Heh, sounds like *unf* he's loosening up in more than one way..."

Darren nickered and huffed as he really started to breed his little bitch bear. He loved the feeling of the muscular and soft rump, those broad shoulders that rivaled his, and that musky bear funk on his muzzle. There was nothing better than rutting a real man. Well, there was actually. It was having that 'real man' rut his little brother at the same time. He lived for moments like this.

It didn't take long for Jordan to begin the climb to his orgasm. His rear felt pleasantly full and tingly, and his cock was buried in a nice tight silken and warm hole. He'd never expected being in the middle to be this good.

He suddenly found his stride, bucking back into the horse behind him and burring himself in the coltish stallion in front.

Cole snorted hugely "Ah fuck Darren...I can feel him getting *ahhhhh* thicker.....damn it feels good...."

Jordan's eyes locked on the back of that equine head in front of him, the mane matted with sweat as the young stallion's back tensed and relaxed as he was being bred by the bear.

Darren had a similar view behind the bear, watching the ursine's massive muscles bunch and tense, then relax and roll as he was fucking and being fucked in kind.

"Ahhh!" Jordan began to roar. Just in time too. The visual sight of such a sight as the sweat matted bear back was bringing Darren to the edge.

With a few huge thrusts forcing his cock even deeper into the white mounds of fur and flesh he whinnied in triumph as he felt his cock flare, and ropes of cum emptied into the bear's guts. The load was too much and some began to leak down between the straining legs of the bear.

Jordan tensed feeling the hot flood of spunk fill him and an equal volley escaped his own pulsing cock burred in that delicious horse ass in front of him. He bared his fangs as he unloaded. A shrill whinny from Cole let both Daren and Jordan know that they weren't alone in finishing the race.

**

The door to the company van slammed shut as Darren walked into his office greeting Marylin, the otter in charge of the front desk. She just rolled her eyes as the equine put down some soiled clothing on the counter.

"Another good session with Mr. Connors?" she quipped gently sliding the cum stained clothes into the hamper with a wrinkled nose.

The black stallion nodded quite pleased with himself. The bear had become a regular. Sometimes both he and Cole would go to help clean the ursine's house...and pipes. Not today, it'd been a solo session.

"Yeah, he's really ah...loosened up some more." The stallion rubbed his tail and wondered if the bear was going to wear him out. He might have to hire another stud to help keep his new client happy.

Marylin just smiled. "Then you'll like this." She said handing over a printout. It looked to be of an e-mail sent this afternoon.

**

Mr. Aikens,

I just wanted to thank you personally for your services. I've never been more pleased with the results. We were afraid that our investment would have gone to waste. Relocation fees, severance packages, all of it costs money in amounts we weren't willing to spend at this time. The recommendation from Nicholas Daniels was enough for us to try to see if we could get Mr. Connors to seek your services out. Thankfully whatever you've done, it's done wonders for his attitude. He seems a lot more relaxed, and his productivity has gone way up. Many kudos to you sir! Please find the deposit record attached as a gratuity from me personally for your services. I know you're getting paid (and handsomely) by Mr. Connors, but I felt that a little kindness goes a long way. If you continue to keep him happy, I'm certain other such bonuses will be forthcoming to you in the future.

Regards,

Dr. John Kirtmeyr

Hanson and Associates

<file attached>

Ps....We were wondering if you could help us with another unruly employee. His name and details follow.

**

Darren smiled and glanced at the post script under the signature. He grinned. God he loved his job at times. He turned to the back door leading into the work area. "Hey Cole!? Come here. I think we have some more work to do. Seems like Hanson and Associates has another new employee. His name is...."