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Employer's Preferences

For SuperDuperDog

By Draconicon

Morris had been working for the local stallion lord for a few months now, and he had noticed, more than once, that the horse noble had been eyeing him. The mercenary wolf had taken it in his stride for the most part, but every now and then, it was impossible to ignore the eye of the equine on him.

Particularly when that eye was often on his ass, or watching him as he walked across the courtyard. Just because the wolf had a natural feminine lean didn't mean that he appreciated being stared at like that, and particularly not from someone over a decade his senior.

After the fifth time that he caught the lord looking, Morris decided that it was time to have a chat with the rich man. Employer or not, he was not here to be stared at or ogled. He was there to see to the safety and security of the estate.

The leather-garbed wolf walked right through the front doors of the estate, marching through the great hall. The eyes of the local soldiers followed him, stallions and ponies alike watching as he strode through the wood-paneled halls. Nobody said a word. None of them had to. He was their commander, despite not being born and raised here. He was paid to make sure that they were up to snuff with the rest of the world, and they weren't going to interfere with him if he wanted to talk to their boss.

He followed the hall to the great stairwell, and walked up the spiral. Gradually, the eyes on him faded as he walked out of sight, and by the time that he reached the great double-doors that led to the lord's chamber, he was alone.

Morris glanced at the aged carvings on the door for a moment, then shook his head as he shoved them open. The doors creaked as he stepped between them, and then groaned as they shut behind him.

The stallion lord reclined on a long couch, looking out the window even as Morris walked in. He didn't even turn as the wolf came to a stop and cleared his throat.

"We have to talk," Morris said.

"..."

"I said, we have to -"

"Do you always disrespect your employers like this?" the horse asked.

"...What did you say?"

"It is a simple question. Do you always disrespect your employers like this?"

The equine noble turned his head, fixing him with a level stare. Despite the fact that the lord was in a silk robe and Morris was in armor, the wolf felt like he was being pinned to the wall with a simple look in his direction.

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head.

"I give the respect that I'm given in return. And you are not respecting me by staring at my ass every time that I walk by."

"Why not? It's not as if I'm lusting for it."

"You're still - wait, you're not?"

He blinked, even as the stallion shook his head. That was...unexpected. That had always been the case with his previous employers. Not a one of them had been able to resist staring at his ass, always looking it up and down, always groping it in their minds.

"Why not?"

"Because it's too small."

"...What?"

"I said, it is too small. Do you have a problem with your ears?"

"No, but...that's the first time anyone's said something like that."

"Well, there are other things that you would do better to improve," his employer said, unfolding his legs and putting his hooves on the floor. "I've been staring, as you say, because you do not match my...standards."

"...You have a standard for ass sizes?"

"For my commanders, yes."

"And how big is that?"

"Big enough to look proper. Such as the rumps of my equine soldiers."

Morris thought of the stallions downstairs, immediately grimacing. They had all started out with asses too big for anyone to properly fight with, save for as a way to hip-check someone. The fact that the lord thought that those were acceptable was complete lunacy.

More to the point, the idea that a wolf would have a chubby rump like that was...well, downright wrong. They were warriors. He was a warrior. Just because he would occasionally walk like a woman for the right watcher didn't mean that he wanted to be obscenely large back there. The wolf shook his head.

"I believe that this would be a time to tender my resignation, then."

"If I were to accept it, I suppose so."

"You have no choice."

Chuckling, the stallion shook his head. He reached for a small rod with a rolled cigarette attached to it at the end, puffing on it slowly.

"Did you hear me? I'm going to resign. You don't have a choice about that."

"Morris."

"What?"

The stallion smiled, and blew. Pink smoke slipped from his lips, filling the air, and the wolf breathed it in before he even realized what he had done. The taste was thick, cloying, and altogether sweet, and he fell to his knees, coughing and gasping. He caught himself with one hand on the floor, the other pressed to his neck.

"You overestimate yourself, my wolf. Or should I say, my wolfess?"

Morris gagged, but the smoke had already gone all the way down to his lungs. More than that, it burned throughout his body, leaving him overheated, panting for breath. Each pant brought more of the smoke into his lungs, and each puff in left him shaking, heaving for more.

As he sucked the smoke down, he felt his ass trembling, the cheeks starting to quake as they grew. He could feel them pressing against the back of his armor, swelling against the slight give that the leather had, making the pressure against the back of his boots that much stronger as he knelt before the stallion.

Impossible, he thought, blushing as he struggled to let go of his throat, fumbling for the back of his pants. Impossible!

But no, it was all too possible. His eyes went wide as he felt his ass grow beneath his hand, feeling the leather filling out and then stretching, pushed to try and expand rather than try and contain the thick cheeks that were growing.

"I have standards, Morris," the stallion lord said, leaning back on his lounging throne, one leg lifted up and laid over his knee. "If you do not meet them, then I will be embarrassed before the other lords. Whereas if you do, then there is a chance for you to gain a better position as I am enriched by them."

"Nnngh...ha...ha..."

He struggled to catch his breath, the warrior straining for something, anything to push him back to his feet. Lunging for the wall, he tumbled over, only to feel the plushness of his hips and ass holding him further up than they should.

How big...how big...am I getting? the wolf wondered, his clawed fingers sinking into the wall, gaining purchase against the wood panels. This is...humiliating!

Clenching his fingers hard, he managed to drag himself up an inch, then two, then three. Slowly, he got one boot under him, and then the other, though he still wobbled as he tried to find his center of balance. It was so hard with the pulses going through his ass, pushing it out, making it thicker.

Pulling on the wood, he used his claws to drag himself all the way to his feet, though even then he had to lean against the wood paneling. His ass stuck out, and he shivered as he felt it bounce. It had never bounced before, never been big enough to do that. There'd always been too much muscle holding it down, but now? Now, it...bounced...and jiggled...

The feeling was just...wrong. He was a warrior, not a show-piece, but as his hips widened, there was no denying that his appearance was shifting, too.

Morris forced himself to stand up straight, looking down at his middle. He could still see the bulge of his cock in the front of his leather pants, see how it stood out more than it used to. Probably from all the pressure on the back, but that was something. At least that was still there, still present.

He shivered as he looked over his shoulder. His ass was on the verge of ripping right through the cheeks of his trousers, and he knew that there was nothing else he had to contain it. Little rips and tears had already broken the firm armor, leaving his fur and flesh on display. He hissed in embarrassment, his cheeks burning.

"You have appropriate size, now," his employer said. "Now, let me see you walk."

"W-walk?"

"Yes, walk. I need to see if your body still knows how to...sway."

The stallion gestured, and Morris had no choice but to indulge him. The very idea of walking with a sway burned him with embarrassment and humiliation, but the first step showed him that he didn't have any choice. His hips flipped from one side to the other, swaying without his consent, making his ass cheeks grind together.

His cheeks burned hotter as he realized that his hands were unconsciously rubbing along his hips, stroking them, fondling them as he walked up and down the hall. It was like a concubine's walk rather than a warrior's one, and...

And it was something that he couldn't deny worked. The stallion was already staring at him like he was some plaything, and now, he could see the robe bulging at the crotch.

Think of it as another weapon, Morris told himself. One more weapon on the field. If they're thinking with their dicks, they can't think with their heads.

"Turn, walk the other way. I want to see if your ass will break free of its confines."

"Yes...sir..."

And in the meantime, he could think of finding a way to pay the lord back. This...this would not go unpunished...even if it was a useful tool...

The End