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Big Boss

By Danath

Written on a stream!

Aurelius belongs to EquoAurelius

Dreamer belongs to DreamerHyena

* * *

Everyone called him Dreamer, but that's because nobody knew his real name and anyone that asked usually got a black eye. The hyena was tall, about 6-foot-4, and leaned his impressive bulk against the long black town car stretching down the curb beside him. The speakeasy, located beneath a laundromat his boss owned, would be filled to the brim with eager drinks similarly filled to the brim with cheap knock-off booze.

The hyena's stuck his wide paws in the pockets of his large black coat. It hung nearly to his knees and hid a variety of useful tools of the trade on the inside pockets. Beneath the coat, he wore a tailor-made three-piece suit. He didn't bother with a hat, preferring instead to show off the shocking red mane of hair and fur spiking from his forehead, back between his ears, and down his neck, disappearing into his clothes and ending along his tail.

Dreamer's ears pitched upright when he heard something hard ding off the trunk of the town car. He turned towards the noise and stuffed a paw inside his jacket, ready to grab for his snub-nosed revolver, but he relaxed when he saw there wasn't anyone hiding behind the car. The moon was full, providing more than enough light to keep a clear view up and down the street, though he was careful to look for any movement in the darker shadows of the narrow alleys.

The hyena turned around to walk back to his position by the driver's side door, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a large figure approaching. Dreamer tightened his grip on his gun and stepped forward, ready to draw if there was any trouble. The boss would be out soon and if anything was going to happen, it was going to happen now.

A pair of green eyes flashed in the darkness above a long, tan muzzle and white nose.

Dreamer froze and bent his knees slightly, ready to dodge behind the car. He recognized that mop of white hair and the glint of white metal shoes attached to a broad pair of hooves from the newspaper photos - Aurelius, supposedly some up-and-comer in the criminal world. The hyena tried to remember more - his boss laughed the stallion off, said he'd never get anywhere being all flashy and buddy-buddy with the newspaper reporters. Aurelius was always getting his photo taken, Dreamer knew, but he'd also run into a few of his guys and knew they weren't fooling around. Still, the boss was the boss.

"Whaddya want?" Dreamer asked. His baritone voice echoed down the street as the stallion came into full view.

Aurelius wore a neat evening suit in a matte black wool. It hugged his large arms and broad chest, lending him a very dapper yet - considering the context - somewhat sinister appearance. He leaned forward, spreading a paw across the hood of Dreamer's car.

"Hands off," the hyena said, a growl to his voice now. "Just finished waxing it."

The stallion pulled his hand back and held it up, showing he meant no harm.

"Just admiring the handiwork," Aurelius said, showing some of his flat teeth in a wide smile. "That's why I'm here, after all."

Dreamer kept his paw wrapped around his gun in the coat as he regarded the stallion with some suspicion. Aurelius was taller than him for a few inches, almost seven feet counting the ears, and was built like a fire station: solid through and through, but lean and efficient. Dreamer prided himself on his strength, but the heavyset hyena wasn't sure he could take on the stallion.

"Just tell me what you're after and I'll talk to my boss," the hyena said. His eyes darted to the sides, but he didn't see or hear anyone else approaching.

"That's the thing," Aurelius said. "I'm here to talk to you."

"Me?"

"I want to hire you. I need a driver who knows how to fix things."

Dreamer grinned.

"Y'know, I think my boss is right and you really are kinda dumb," he said. "If you knew one thing about me you'd know I'm loyal."

Aurelius shrugged and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So there's no chance I could convince you to work for my organization?" he said. "Last chance."

Dreamer didn't quite like the way the stallion said those final few words and drew his gun, though he kept it pointing towards the ground.

"No thanks. We gonna have a problem 'cuz of this?"

Aurelius smiled again, seemingly genuine, and spread his arms to the sides.

"Oh, there is no problem. Just means we've gotta do things the fun way."

Dreamer liked the way the stallion said that even less. He didn't know what the fun way was, but he didn't intend to find out. The hyena lifted his pistol and aimed at the stallion as he backed away, moving towards the back of the car, intending to keep it between them so he could get inside to warn the boss.

Unfortunately for Dreamer, he didn't get that far. Something cracked down across the back of his head and in the instant before he lost consciousness, all he could think was: so this is what it's like to get hit with a blackjack.

Aurelius smiled as Dreamer's body crumpled to the pavement. He motioned at the silent feline standing behind the large hyena.

"Get him back to the house and then call the cops on the speakeasy. Talk to Monroe - he'll make sure it's taken care off and the place is busted."

The feline - all black fur with bright yellow eyes and a slim, wiry figure - nodded from beneath a short-brimmed gray cap. It matched his similarly non-distinct gray three-piece suit. He placed the blackjack he held in his paw back in his pocket, then held up a red flag and waved it a few times.

Aurelius turned and walked back down the street, strolling casually as though he owned the place as five or six more people emerged from the shadows and converged on Dreamer's stricken body to carry him away, leaving no trace behind.

* * *

"-didn't do any long-term damage, just don't beat him around the head again!"

Mumbling.

"-don't care! How am I supposed to work when-"

Louder mumbling.

Dreamer groaned. His head hurt. The voices stopped and he felt someone approach and grab his read mane, pulling him back. His shoulders stopped when he felt a wooden beam hit his backside. When he tried to lift his arms, he realized it was a chait, and that he was securely tied to it.

"Just go! Leave me to my work! You can return tomorrow if you must."

More mumbling, more distinct this time. Familiar, almost. Dreamer blinked, trying to focus. It sounded like Aurelius.

Aurelius! That... that...

Dreamer growled and pulled at the ropes around his wrists, struggling in the chair. The hand on his head left and he shook his muzzle a few times. Last thing he knew, he was talking to the horse, and then someone jumped him. How had he not heard them coming? Or smelled them?

The hyena decided there were more important issues at hand. He looked around the room blearily. A basement of some kind, judging from the damp smell. It was warm, so near a furnace room maybe. The walls were made of large red bricks with clean and dry mortar. The floor was made of more bricks evenly laid and grouted.

A tall, skinny calico cat in a white coat stood at a chemistry table along one wall, near the only door to the room. More tables and shelves lined the walls, all full of notes and books and vials of variously colored fluids. A few light bulbs hung from the rafters supporting the floor above.

"Who're you?" Dreamer said, his voice a grumble still. "Where am I?"

The calico turned around and approached again, once more grasping Dreamer by the mane and pulling his head back.

The hyena's eyes bulged when he saw what the feline held in his paw: a long, almost comically oversized needle, like something he saw in a cartoon they played before the main feature at the movies. The handle had a round thumbhole and the calico's fingers stretched as far as they could just to hold it.

"Wait, what's that?" What're you-"

Dreamer couldn't get much more out after that as the calico's paw dropped, plunging the needle into the hyena's neck. The fluid caused an instant reaction - knocking the hyena out cold. The rest of the formula would work its way through his body eventually and remain there, ready to be activated within a few hours.

The calico peered at the bulky hyena through his glasses, which were so thick they distorted his eyes, making them seem larger. He reached out and prodded the hyena's stomach as the big male sprawled in the chair, head back, tongue out, breathing softly.

"Hmmm... mass calculations are off... have to adjust..."

The calico's tail tip flicked back and forth as he happily went about his work. Dreamer remained out for the next several hours.

He came to more quickly than the first time around and tried with all his might to break the ropes strapping him down to the sturdy wooden chair, but he could barely move - they'd even tied his ankles up.

"What the hell was in that needle?" he gasped, breathing hard as the shock finally caught up with him.

"Oh, just something to keep you quiet for a few hours," the calico said, not bothering to look over his shoulder. "Nothing worse than someone talking while I'm doing my math. Have to focus on the numbers."

"Who are you?"

The calico looked at Dreamer over his shoulder and smirked.

"I'm the one getting paid to make sure you're going to be a model employee for Mr. Aurelius."

"I'm not gonna work for him!" Dreamer protested, pulling at the ropes again until they cut into his pelt. "Stabbing me full of needles isn't gonna make me, either!"

The calico looked forward and lifted up another syringe, this one shorter and less full than the other. He tapped the glass with a claw tip and then looked back at Dreamer.

"The needles won't change your mind, but what's inside the needles will."

The hyena froze as the calico approached and matter-of-factly bent over, jabbing the needle into a vein in the large male's wrist.

Dreamer didn't notice anything at first, but after a few minutes a warm sensation came over him, spreading through his entire body. He panted against the ropes as he tried to talk to the calico, who was refusing to answer any questions.

When the scientist reached for the oversized syringe after yet another question, Dreamer fell silent. Arguing wasn't going to help now.

Instead, the hyena focused on his wrists. There was just a little tiny bit of play in the rope around his right arm and he went to work on it, shuffling his elbow back and forth while trying to ignore the warming sensation coursing through his body. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it felt good, making it hard to remember to keep wiggling his arm.

The door to the room opened after an hour or so and Aurelius entered, stooping to avoid knocking his head on the door jam.

"Well?" the stallion asked, staring at the hyena.

"He's taking it well. No adverse signs. I'm monitoring him for another hour and then I'll continue dosing in the morning."

"What's the timeline?"

Dreamer stared, panting all the while as they spoke as though he weren't in the room. Timelines? Dosing? What were they doing to him?

"He's heavier than you said, but it won't affect the schedule. Two weeks."

Two weeks? Dreamer's brain raced. Two weeks for what?

Aurelius nodded and turned towards the hyena, though he still spoke to the calico.

"Is he... compliant yet?"

"Almost."

Compliant? Dreamer growled as the stallion drew near. He'd show them compliant.

"Listen here, you stupid equine," the hyena growled. "Once my boss finds me, you're all dead! Dead! You hear me?"

Aurelius rolled his eyes. "Almost compliant. No good to me."

"Like I said, two weeks," the calico responded.

"Hey! What are you going to do with me?" Dreamer said, raising his voice. His heart pounded and his head ached as he got angrier and pulled against the ropes again, making the chair rock back and forth. He had to gulp down air in great big heaving breaths as his heart beat faster and faster. "When the boss hears about this-"

The stallion grinned and cut Dreamer off by holding up a hand.

"Your boss is in jail and I've taken over your organization," he said, stunning Dreamer into silence. As soon as the hyena stopped being angry, his heartbeat returned to normal and he no longer struggled for air. "Since I wasn't sure which of his confidantes I could trust, and you made clear you're such a loyal guy, this was my only option. Can't say I'm sorry about it."

"Option? For what?" Dreamer gasped. The boss was in jail? Was that true?

"Well, after the police busted the speakeasy, they discovered your boss was behind quite a number of murders after all," Aurelius said. "An anonymous source provided them all sorts of evidence."

"You framed him?"

"Easy enough to do. As for you... well, I've got a job in mind for you. Real special one."

Aurelius leaned forward, closer to the hyena. Though within biting range, Dreamer didn't try. Instead, he pulled back, a feeling of intense heat rising in his cheeks as the green-eyed stallion's breath washed over his face. Powerful fingers reached between Dreamer's legs and found a fully aroused hyena bulge.

Dreamer gasped, then groaned. He hadn't realized he was hard. Why was he hard? And why did it feel so good when Aurelius, of all people, touched him down there? The hyena's flush deepened before the stallion pulled away, leaving the stocky male panting in the chair.

Dreamer tried to ask Aurelius more, but by the time he was recovered, the new boss was gone.

New boss? Aurelius wasn't the new boss. Dreamer shook his head and groaned as his arousal flexed in his suit pants.

The next hour passed in a haze. By the time the calico left, the hyena couldn't resist as a few heavy thugs came in and undid the ropes, dragging him to the back of the room and through a short passage, before locking him in a dungeon-like cell. The hyena fell asleep sprawled on the floor, still erect, and dreamt vivid dreams the whole night long.

He was a mess when he woke up. Aroused, sticky from wet dreams, and haunted by memories of Aurelius's green eyes flashing in the darkness.

The calico was already waiting at the door of the cell and held up a key.

"Do we need the ropes?"

Dreamer's tongue was dry and he couldn't speak. He shook his head instead.

"Good."

The door creaked open and Dreamer got to his feet, then shuffled after the skinny feline. He felt lethargic and used up.

There was food waiting in the room - the hyena's nose twitched as he smelled it when he entered. The chair was still there, but also a small table with a mountain of food on it, as well as a few jugs of water.

"Eat," the calico said, before turning to his workbench.

Dreamer did as he was told. He was so hungry he couldn't think of anything else as soon as the feline instructed him. He wasn't sure how long he ate for, but everything on the table was gone when he finished.

Leaning back in the chair, he patted his stomach and belched, satisfied, only to stiffen up and gasp when he felt a needle in his neck. What was it with this guy? His eyes widened as the calico's paw pulled back, having deposited the second dose of something into him. The warm feeling from yesterday returned in full force. This time, Dreamer noticed his arousal. It pressed outwards lewdly in his suit pants, hard as he could ever remember.

The hyena's full gut jiggled as he leaned in the chair and gasped, moaning softly occasionally as the heat intensified. He wasn't sure what was happening, but it made him feel so good and warm and cozy and safe... he barely noticed the calico after that. Dreamer could only lay still and enjoy the moment. What it was doing to him, he had no idea. Probably tranquilizers or something to keep him docile, he thought. But then why feed him so well? What was the end game?

As the euphoric feeling intensified and the hours passed, Dreamer's worries faded. He took to rubbing himself, moaning as he pawed at his own arousal through his clothes. He was dimly aware at some point of Aurelius staring at him, which only made him harder and more eager, but despite his efforts, he couldn't reach orgasm, even when, after a very large supper, he gave in to temptation and pulled his erection free of his pants, masturbating behind the calico's back.

Late in the evening, there was another injection, then the scientist led Dreamer back to his cell. The hyena passed the night in a feverish state of arousal as he lay on the brick floor, hot and moaning, dreaming of green eyes and white muzzles.

The next few days passed in the same way. Dreamer would wake up and eat like he hadn't seen food in years, then get his injections and spend the day in a stupeforic near-slumber, though aroused to the peak through all of it. Despite all he ate, he didn't gain any weight. In fact, he appeared to lose some.

The hyena's heavy gut was packed with core strength, but after a week it was slim and smooth, even tucking in on the sides as his love handles melted away. All the mass seemed to transfer to his thighs and hips, which plumped up gradually until he was too big for his suit pants any more. By the end of the first week, he'd stopped worrying about escape entirely. Rather than asking the calico about what was in the injections, he took to asking about when Aurelius would visit next. The bulky hyena still packed plenty of muscle onto his tall frame, but overall he was a bit smaller than before.

Aurelius, it turned out, did come to visit that evening. Dreamer groaned as his nostrils flared, smelling the stallion's musk long before he saw him. The hyena was, as usually, fully aroused as he sat on his chair, pudgy thighs and rump spreading across the wooden seat. He wore no clothes save for his white rough cotton undershirt, the only thing that really fit at all anymore, and constantly played with his aroused member. The lack of release didn't seem to bother the hyena, though his family jewels were swollen to nearly twice their original size.

The stallion smiled as he entered the room and conferred with the scientist. Dreamer could have listened in, but he was too distracted by the way the stallion's pants hung over his hips, or by the way the stallion's suit coat wrapped around his shoulders, or by the way the stallion's strong jaw had a small wispy white beard, or by the way any number of other things the stallion did or wore aroused him. His erection ached in his paw as the big equine came close and leaned over.

"And how are we today, Dreamer?" he asked, staring at the hyena with those bright green eyes.

"Mff..."

Dreamer had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything. His cock twitched in his paws as he rubbed himself, ashamed of doing it in front of the stallion but unable to stop.

"Now, I want to ask a few questions," Aurelius said. He motioned for a chair and the calico brought one over for him. "First, what are the addresses of your boss's safehouses?"

The hyena shook his head. That was private. He couldn't tell that to just anyone. The boss... he had a boss, yeah... the boss told him never to tell anyone.

"Oh, come on, Dreamer... you can tell me," Aurelius said, his voice a crooning murmur. The stallion reached out and slid a finger down the center of the hyena's chest, leaving a small trail in his fur.

"I... I'm not supposed to... the boss said... he said..."

Dreamer's eyes went wide as Aurelius wrapped his hand around the hyena's plump nuts. The stupefied male went limp and groaned as his erection pulsed, dribbling a serious amount of pre-cum.

"You can tell me," Aurelius said again. "I'm the new boss, remember?"

New... new boss? So anything the boss told him... he could tell. To the new boss, anyways. Because Aurelius was the new boss. The boss of him.

Dreamer shook his head again, trying to resist the fog in his brain. No, the boss said never tell anyone.

But...

Aurelius squeezed again. Dreamer whimpered.

"Maybe tomorrow," the stallion said, pulling his hand away.

The hyena hated himself as he humped his hips into the air, moaning with need as the stallion left the room, begging without having to use words as his maleness slapped across his smooth belly again and again.

By the twelfth day, Dreamer spilled his guts.

He told Aurelius everything. Couldn't talk fast enough. The hyena's long torso was more slender than ever, soft and squeezable. His long red mane grew in around his head, draping down one side of his muzzle, which was narrower than before. He'd lost some height, so that Aurelius practically towered over him, as he was doing now.

The stallion had one finger sliding oh-so-gently up and down the hyena's maleness, but it was enough to coax every last secret the changing male had. Every address, every account, every business.

Dreamer even moaned out his real name when the stallion grasped his maleness firmly in his full hand. There was nothing he wouldn't tell the new boss now. In fact, Dreamer didn't even consider Aurelius the new boss. The big stallion was just the boss.

The calico, only interested in the hyena from the standpoint of a researcher and test subject, documented all the changes, even charting the differences in the hyena's body by the end of the two weeks. On the fourteenth day, the hyena came out of the cell in the back with a swish to his hips. He was used to the difference in weight now and leaned forward slightly as he walked to offset the extra junk in his trunk. His formerly imposing height of 6-foot-4 was reduced now to just over 5, and his thoughts raced not with ideas on how to help the boss most effectively run his illicit empire, but on what Aurelius looked like naked. Or what the calico looked like naked. Or what the burly guards who brought in his food looked like naked.

Dreamer always possessed a sort of one-track mind, but now his brain focused on one thing and one thing only, and it had been denied to him for far too long.

"So he's done?" Aurelius asked, looking from the calico to the shivering, coquettish hyena on the chair in the center of the room.

"If by 'done' you mean under your influence and dramatically altered in appearance, then yes, he is 'done'," the calico said, sniffing. "It was actually a very complex process using several new theories of my own that's taken years of-"

"Yeah, yeah, doc. Tell you what, Benny's got your money upstairs. We'll let you know when we wanna hire you again."

The calico glanced at Aurelius's trousers and, accurately judging the situation, left the room without further comment. The stallion closed the door and smiled at the hyena.

"You're gonna make a hot little driver for me," the equine said, pulling off his suit jacket.

"Yes, boss!"

Dreamer felt a growing tide of happiness as he saw Aurelius's clothing come off piece by piece. His eyes stared at the big male's impressive chest, each pec and ab sculpted as if from stone. Aurelius snorted as he tugged his pants down nex, exposing more of his tan thighs before his meaty stalk flopped out, half-hard and thick as Dreamer's arm already. Aurelius ran his hands down his chest and stomach, following the strip of white hair between the tan on the rest of his muscular figure, before grasping his maleness and heavy sac in both paws, hefting them up.

The hyena's hips wriggled on the chair and his own maleness dribbled into his belly. His balls were almost three times as big as they were two weeks ago and ached so nicely that Dreamer could hardly focus on anything else. Even his cock was plumped up, a bit fatter and thicker all around, just like his plush rear and thighs.

Aurelius crooked a finger and Dreamer stood, immediately moving towards the stallion. Comparing the hyena now to what he looked like two years ago would fool anyone into thinking they were different people. Sure, the fur pattern was unchanged, but Dreamer's fur was longer all around and softer to the touch and the way he walked - almost prancing, so that his hips would bounce with every step - was a far cry from the bulky male's movements before.

Aurelius, for his part, already put much of the hyena's information to good use, robbing several safehouses and discovering all sorts of people who'd have rather not been found after the old boss's downfall. Now that the business side of things was finished, though, the stallion wanted to have some fun.

Dreamer dropped to his knees in front of the stallion and reached out both paws, trembling with urgency as he stroked his soft palms down the rigid length. The hyena moaned as he leaned in, pulling the stallion's erection against his chest, sliding it across his soft fuzzy pelt. Aurelius huffed, grunting, as Dreamer's muzzle opened. He breathed across the flared tip, then stretched out his tongue, tasting the object of his desire for the first time. Aurelius grunted again and wrapped his paws around the back of Dreamer's head, holding him in place, as his thickness jerked, bobbing in the hyena's paws.

Dreamer's glazed eyes closed as he opened his muzzle wider, wrapping his plump lips around the thick stalk. Two weeks ago he'd have punched anyone who even hinted he'd do something like this, let alone with someone who was out to get the boss... but now... now it was all he could think of. All he wanted.

Dreamer pressed forward, swallowing the stallion into the back of his throat. He grunted as he pushed, but the big male was just too thick - or so Dreamer thought. Aurelius squeezed his fingers together and pushed, grinding his hips upwards at the same time, until the tip of his stallionhood popped into the hyena's throat proper.

After that, it was easy to get the rest in. Dreamer's wide hands wrapped around Aurelius's hips, pulling as the stallion pushed. The hyena's throat bulged as he lifted his broad hips into the air, shuddering and gurgling around the stiffness. He was so hard that his erection kept jerking upwards, slapping into his belly and leaving a growing trail of clear pre-cum beneath him, between his spread legs and heavy-hanging sac.

"Yes, that's it!" Aurelius moaned. "Nice and wide... ohhhh, yes..."

Dreamer's ears folded back as he basked in the praise of the big, powerful equine. He tried not to gag around the massive shaft as the medial ring pulled back across his lips, only to shove back forward and in, filling his throat, allowing him only a small breath before he found his nose buried in the equine's musky crotch once more. Aurelius's fingers wrapped into his head fur, pulling on his mane, making Dreamer's eyes water as the big shaft pulsed in his throat.

The hyena lost track of time as the stallion's hips pumped again and again, each time completely claiming the wriggling male's muzzle. Seed bubbled up around Dreamer's lips as he lifted his tail and pressed forward, one paw holding him up off the ground while the other massaged his arousal - though still he could not cum. He was trying to, and his achingly hard shaft and over-filled nuts needed a release, but no matter how many times he throated the stallion's length, he couldn't cum.

That only made him more eager.

Soon Aurelius had his head back, long mane waving in the air as his hips pounded forward, battering his thickness deep into Dreamer's muzzle again and again. Wet noises echoed through the basement room as Aurelius's heavy balls slapped forward, smacking against the hyena's smooth chest and neck. Dreamer had to close his eyes and scrunch his muzzle as he took the rough, jerky thrusts, wanting it to last forever, especially when he got another nose-ful of the stallion's masculine scent.

But it couldn't last forever. Aurelius pulled himself out of the hyena's warm, wet throat entirely, leaving the slim-chested male gasping for air. The stallion used both paws to stroke his wet shaft and came in seconds, erupting with hot white blasts of stallion-seed that splattered across Dreamer's shuddering backside, painting his red mane white.

The hyena lurched upright as he felt the first few splashes and took the next on the chin, gasping as the taste struck him. He leaned back, taking another burst to the chest as the bigger male's knees trembled, both paws working overtime to urge out one shot after the next. Dreamer moaned as he rubbed the thick jizz into his fur and used it to slicken up his own erection, still hard, still aching for release.

Aurelius cracked open his eyes and watched as he blasted another thick load of horse-cum across Dreamer's cheek and lips. The stallion breathed hard and fast, barely believing just how good the hyena's throat felt. He watched as Dreamer fell back onto his broad rump and stretched his legs, eager for more.

The tan and white male moved on top of the hyena, kneeling between the other's legs. Still hard, still spurting, Aurelius couldn't wait any longer to claim his prize - two weeks was already far too long a time. Dreamer's thick thighs squeezed around Aurelius's hips as the smaller male moaned up at him, face still dripping in fresh seed. The stallion's hands dug into the hyena's bare rump, clutching and lifting, dimpling the taut hams and pulling them apart. A little adjusting and Aurelius had his flared tip under Dreamer's tail.

There was no lovemaking involved in what came next. Aurelius shoved forward, spearing the pliable, plush hyena. Dreamer cried out and raked his claws down Aurelius's backside, clutching and holding for dear life as the stallion's thickness invaded him. Rough and heavy, Aurelius ground in deep, grunting and squeezing, until he'd buried his entire length inside the squirming, moaning, gasping hyena beneath him.

The stallion's shaft flexed and Dreamer's eyes went wide. He seized up as a bliss like none other turned his brain off. The hyena's plump shaft shot like a cannon, erupting with one huge load after another, pumping against the stallion's hard abdominals. Dreamer's cock kept going, non-stop, massive nuts churning out fresh loads of seed, even as Aurelius pulled back. When the stallion flexed in again, Dreamer came harder yet. He let out a long and wavering moan, high-pitched and eager, desperate and approving of every motion the stallion made.

Aurelius dragged his fingers up the hyena's body, clutching at the male's chest and stomach, feeling the smoothness, the softness. His large thumbs pressed into Dreamer's nipples, squeezing and teasing, rolling them around as his hips slammed down, belting his maleness through the hyena's tail hole, slamming home again and again, each deep hilt sending vibrations through the smaller male.

Still Dreamer came, and hard, a non-stop orgasm built over the past two weeks of constant arousal. Those two weeks faded for Dreamer, unimportant because of how little Aurelius featured in them. The boss... the boss... it was all Dreamer could think as the stallion rutted him.

Aurelius grasped Dreamer's hips and held them up in the air as the big male got to his knees. The hyena's shoulders rubbed on the floor as the stallion knelt, dragging the smaller male back and forth across his oversized arousal while pumping his hips eagerly the whole while. Aurelius's tan hide stretched, outlining the powerful muscles of his arms and shoulders, as the horse's breath escaped his rapidly rising and falling chest. Dreamer, for his part, wrapped his legs around the stallion's hips and held onto his stomach as he felt the thickness bulge outwards against his fingers.

The stallion's hands groped at Dreamer's rump, squeezing it roughly around the fat stalk plunging in and out, providing even more tunnelage for the massive horseshaft. Every inch sunk deep, balls slapping against the hyena's plump and fat rump, making the smaller male jiggle all the more.

Having just peaked, it took a while of steady thrusting for Aurelius to peak a second time, but it was worth it. Sweat poured down the horse's body as he lunged at Dreamer. The sleek hyena was on his belly by the end of it, crying out and gasping as he was flattened to the floor by the stallion's heavier and larger body. Aurelius kept his chest down, squeezing himself against the hyena's backside to keep him pinned in place, as his hips slammed forward, bouncing off the plump rump. A puddle of seed formed between their legs as Dreamer's thickness continued to spurt, setting off every time the boss's maleness pumped against his prostate.

Round two ended with a bang. Aurelius's hands grabbed at Dreamer's mane, hauling his head back, forcing his body to arch. The stallion's hooves sat heavy on the floor as he crouched behind Dreamer's hips, and he pulled the hyena back viciously as he sank his cock deep one last time, grinding away at the smaller male's widely-stretched rump. Waves of seed smashed the groaning hyena's insides, filling his smooth belly and rounding it out. Even more squeezed back out around the stallion's thickness and added to the mess on the floor.

Aurelius remained crouched, leaned over, both hands pushing the hyena's shoulders down to the floor now, keeping his jerking maleness buried deep. Dreamer's insides rippled around his stalk, hotter and tighter and wetter than even his muzzle had been. The stallion tried to remember the last time he was with a lay this good and came up short.

That was the real plan all along, after all. The hyena piqued his curiosity from the start - the unusual red mane, the broad shoulders, those big hips. All he'd paid the calico to do was accentuate a few features, after all, and make the big strong hyena into a big ol' sex-obsessed twink. One that was, without a doubt, utterly loyal to him, to the point of being incapable of getting off without the stallion's assistance.

Speaking of, Aurelius shifted his hips, grinding his shaft around in a circle. A whole series of interesting moans and groans and whines erupted from the panting hyena beneath him, as well as a new trickle of seed from those plump nuts dangling between the hyena's spread thighs. Still, though, Aurelius wasn't quite soft. The big male grinned - it'd been a while since he'd gone three straight. Good to know he still had it in him.

As for Dreamer... the former tough-guy looked not-so-tough now, covered as he was in the stallion's thick spunk. His head rested against the cool bricks as he panted, whining whenever the stallion's shaft moved or pulled out even a little. Dreamer smiled, eyes closing, as he felt the big boss slam down into him again, resuming the rough and hard rhythm of before. This was his place now and he loved it. He loved his job. Boss was good... boss was good...

Boss was good.

* * *

A week later...

"Aurelius! Mr. Aurelius! Who's the new driver? Doesn't look like a tough guy to me!"

The crowd of reporters outside the restaurant laughed as the tan and white stallion held court, trading jokes and barbs with one another as a photographer snapped his photo for the paper. Nearby, Dreamer waited by the car, a white stretch limo. Dreamer wore a tight uniform of a black suit and driving cap, plus black gloves. The hyena frowned at the reporter. People shouldn't make fun of the boss. The last guy who did was in the trunk of another car, put there by Dreamer on the boss's orders the night before.

"Oh, him? He's a sweetheart, don't worry about him. Besides, he may look like a sissy, but he can handle himself. Surprisingly good job history," Aurelius said, smirking at the waiting hyena. The stallion's eyes darted to the male's hips for a few moments before he returned his attention to the reporters. "Now, let's get to the important stuff, like my new project to build two new apartment complexes in the downtown area!"

The reporters continued to pepper the stallion with questions until Dreamer wondered when Aurelius was going to finish jawing with the reporters and get in the car, because the sooner that happened, the sooner the hyena could park, crawl in the back and show the boss a good time.