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As the sun began to dip - glowing on the horizon in a colour usually only attributed to autumn leaves - Kieran took the back of his wrist to his forehead, wiping away the sweat of another day's work well done; he hadn't worked on Henry's stud farm for too long, but by now he'd grown a full and deep appreciation for the English Bull Terrier's line of work. Whilst the Boss was away - fulfilling his usual day to day maintenance around the sleeping rural town - it was down to Kieran to make sure that the usual tasks that got done around the farm, got done. The hyena leaned against the back wall of the stables, shading himself from the radiant heat that still lingered on the available rays of sunlight left coming off the horizon, knocking back yet another cold bottle of his favourite soda.

"Man.. just what the doctor ordered." He muttered to himself, taking another long swig from his glass bottle. Kieran looked out over the neighbouring field of golden wheat, admiring their neighbour's land with a newfound perspective - courtesy of Henry, of course - when he heard a strange thudding noise coming from behind him. Eyebrow raised and ears pricked, he listened out for it to come again - bottle held at waist height whilst he stayed motionless as moments passed. Thud.

"What on earth is -" He said, cut off once again by that softened yet definitely firm sound. He finished his drink, disposing of the bottle alongside his others before making tracks around the perimeter of the structure.

Thud.

"What the hell is that? I'm certain I turned off all the machinery..." He said, beginning to question himself as he continued around to the front of the stables, deftly sliding the bolt out of place before entering through the open door frame.

Thud... Thud...

Kieran headed down the left wing at first, striding towards the furthest stall before hearing that noise once again; he turned on a dime as he made his way towards the furthest stall on the right now instead.

"I swear, If that stallion is wreckin' his good feed bag again, I'm gunna-" Kieran stopped speaking just as the stallion in question came intos sight. The black Friesian's head was hanging out of his end-stall window and looking through the adjacent one of the mare's stables, a ghost grey mare - affectionately named Specter, by her owners - sticking her head out to meet him; though, this wasn't what caused Kieran to stop. With Cobalt's attention otherwise occupied, Kieran gasped softly over a black-marbling-to-pink appendage that hung low below him.

"Dude, get a room..." Kieran jested, sniggering to himself as he crossed his arms and leant against the top of the stallion's half-door, his own gaze now unabated. He could easily see the stallion's heart racing as fast as he could gallop just by watching the mass twitch as each second passed.

"You're going to have to wait until tomorrow, big guy." He smirked, chin hanging just inside the stall. "My apologies for the teasing hotel room, but I'm on orders from the Boss on this one." He monologues, watching the stud's mass rise rapidly, hitting his belly, before relaxing down - its momentum causing it to swing like a pendulum back between his legs before settling once again. Kieran's emerald eyes moved along with the equine's flesh, his lids closed slightly as his own flesh rose to half mast - giving him the look of someone who'd just shop-lifted a half cut of salami.

"God dam- I've only got myself to blame for this." He said as he pressed his groin forwards until his clothed flesh mashed up against the stable door, a soft creak sounding out through the stall as his own equine-like appendage continued to grow. "This really can't be helped, can it."

"You'd be surprised by how often it can't."

Kieran whipped around, his face almost washed white - if it could be seen under his charcoal fur - to see a white with brown patches canine leaning against a door not two stalls down.

"Boss! I-I didn't know you were back!"

"No, because you were too busy gawking at a stud's junk, weren'tcha boy. Not that that's a good excuse at all." Henry spoke rhetorically as he unfolded his arms, walking towards the loosely experienced farmhand with almost a lighthearted smirk pasted across his face.

"H-Honestly boss, I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a noise and came-"

"To investigate? Boy, this is a stud farm, you should know that there are going to be some strange noises about the yard by now, right?" Henry queried as he stood next to Kieran to poke his head inside the stall. "Well, at least he's been put where I asked you to put him." He spoke, the farm owner now also staring at the stallion's piece. "I get the allure though, I really do." He continued, a clawed digit poking at Kieran's bulge.

"Sir, honestly, that isn't the reason I picked up this job!"

"But you've been here long enough now for this to become a perk of the job." Henry stated, assuming the same position against the stable-door as Kieran once had.

"Perk of the job? What do you mean by-"

"I assume the jobs for the day are done?

"Uh-um.. Yes sir!"

"Then enjoy your new perk: Cobalt here can be used to cover three mares on any given day - you know that, so if he were to be relieved now..."

"... It wouldn't have much of an impact!"

"I wouldn't say that... but it wouldn't hurt the mare's chances tomorrow, that's for damn sure."

Henry unbolted the stable door, patted its frame, before nonchalantly walking towards the exit - adjusting an annoyance in his shorts as he turned to face the hyena one last time, a defined bulge at crotch level now present.

"You know the rules: Make a mess, clean it up. You break it, you buy it. Don't bite off more than you can chew, because that's the easiest way to tear a muscle... or... whatever you kids are into these days." And just as suddenly as he'd appeared, Henry was gone - his foot pads heard tapping against the brickwork of the courtyard.

"Creeping Jesus... sometimes he scares the shit outta me." Kieran said out loud as he looked back towards the occupied stall, the stallion somehow still sporting a raging erection that showed no sign of relenting.

"... Well, when in Rome, I suppose..."

After taking a moment to steady his nerves - no thanks to that dog - Kieran pulled open the stall's door and padded inside; he was sure to push it shut right after, but his line of sight with that no-doubt firm slab of flesh would not be broken for more than a second as he padded his way across the freshly lain softwood chip flooring that he'd swapped out that very morning, getting close enough to take in the warm scent of the stallion before stopping.

"Don't worry boy, it's just me... just coming to see what all the fuss was about." He said, speaking reassuringly to Cobalt; and yet his words would fall onto deaf ears, those very pricked equine features facing front and center towards the cause of his arousal. Specter was in heat, anyone could tell that, and so the stud wouldn't bat an eye at the encroaching hyena as he rested a hand against his flank. Kieran smiled warmly as he took in the familiar scent of the equine he tended to each day; the sights and sounds that he was seeing and hearing weren't anything entirely new, but having alone time with him after hours definitely was. He swallowed down a wad of slightly sugary saliva before he ran his hand back, past Cobalt's saddle region and towards the start of his hind leg before stroking down his powerful musculature. Kieran's heart began to truly race now as his hand slipped down the crease between the beast's thigh and his belly, the crease almost acting as a guide as it sloped inwards and underneath before a radiant heat hit Kieran's hand - far before contact was made.

"Just... imagine you're cleaning him, Kieran." He said, rallying his nerves as he swallowed once again, forcing his hand to inch further until his hand met the soft, wrinkled, leathery fur covering what was the stallion's sheath. Ground zero; it was go time. He closed his eyes and let muscle memory and mental imagery take over as he turned his palm face up, cupping the slightly hanging sheath before pressing upwards - the unmistakable rigidity of the stallion's shaft twitching and throbbing from within.

"Fuck..." Was all that escaped the hyena's mouth, followed quickly by a shuddering sigh of anxious relief. Kieran wrapped his thumb and fingers around that black sheath, pressing his digits into the leathery skin until he had purchase on the flesh within; his grasp would merely make up half of the stallion's circumference, a fact that caused hesitation with his inhale until he gently began to squeeze and relax his fingers - the action somehow managing to break the self-imposed asphyxiation. "Come on Kieran, you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be..." He said as he gently began to move his hand back and forth along the length of the stallion's sheath, keeping his grasp upon the flesh within. "... and besides, with Henry's blessing, how could you not!"

"You know, he's going to go soft before you're close to being done."

Kieran froze for a moment before continuing to move his hand, knowing Cobalt might react to the sudden change, and also knowing who that voice belonged to.

"J-Just give me a minute Boss..." Kieran spoke softly and calmly as his hand continued forward and down towards the medial ring of that shaft, his hand rising up against the stud's belly thanks to his urgent needs before it slumped heavily within Kieran's palm, the sheer weight of the thing giving the hyena reason for pause. "... I don't want to spook him."

"Smart lad."

Kieran just this once chose to ignore the Bully and instead concentrated on the problem at... hand; his hand was halfway down Cobalt's shaft, having just passed that thick medial ring and now coming to grasp around a section with much more veins. He could feel the stud's firm urethral tube against his palm, with that ever present heartbeat rippling down and along the rod's length, and it was at this point that he decided enough was enough. Kieran gently got down onto his knees; his work had just begun, but the stud was absolutely raging. He ran his hand back and forth - gently at first - over the medial ring whilst he used his other to support his stance, noticing the stud's rigid slaps now becoming more and more common as his grip began to firm up. As for the hyena's own arousal, it could clearly be seen snaking down his loose work shorts - the head of which could be seen as swollen and flared as the stud's own organ before him, poking out just past where his shorts came to a stop and his pre-cum sodden fur began.

"That's it. You're going in the right direction now, boy." Henry muttered, his own hand now busy, shielded from view by the closed stall door.

"Just need to..." Kieran spoke out loud to himself as he rustled in the softwood, shifting his knees to move himself closer, further underneath the grunting stallion until his naturally damp nose was a mere foot from the flexing flesh - now more-or-less dead in line with it. Kieran passed his hand over the ring, down towards the stud's sheath before heading back up - his motions now more confident than before, his focus regained, a look of work-like concentration now becoming more and more prevalent. His nerves were still well and truly rattled by this new and unexpected experience. He'd imagined this very event playing out plenty of times, only they were in his daydreams, his wet dreams, but never in the cold hard light of day- with his Boss watching to boot! No, that was never in his dreams.

"Right, it's only a matter of time now: it's riddled with surface veins, becoming stiff much more often, and those noises he's making are for sure a big sign too." He said aloud as he shuffled further in under the stallion's barrelled chest, getting comfortable between his front legs. According to the health and safety portion of the contract he signed on completion of his probationary period, Kieran was to never - under any circumstances - ever to get directly beneath a riled up stallion. Honestly, it was kind of common sense for anyone with remotely any idea of what a horse was; the fact that kieran was floughting this rule whilst under the eye of his supervisor was grounds enough for his nerves to be racked, but with his testosterone and adrenaline fighting for superiority, it was the least of his concern. Kieran was now looking down the proverbial barrel of the equine's rigid mast, his hand working over that medial ring whilst slowly creeping his way towards that slowly swelling mass before his eyes. With each stroke he made, the hyena inched his way closer to the back of that swollen gland spreading out before his very eyes, the mass of flesh bloating out akin to his very own - just on a much larger scale.

"H-Hey Boss, I think he's getting close. Do you wanna pass me something to-" He asked, but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a series of grunting and shuddering moans coming from outside the stall door. His Boss was clearly indisposed. "Ugh... dogs..." He muttered under his breath as he turned his attention back towards that extremely angry looking cock head. Just as he did so, he caught sight of those well hung testicles thst usual stretched the very pouch they occupied beginning to ascend, pulling up towards the stallion's undercarriage, that swollen head moving closer to Kieran's lips and chin. "U-uh... Boss? I-I think-" But just as he was cut off - once again! - all kieran could see was a surge of off white fluid rushing towards his mouthing lips. As the stallion's balls tightened up against his shaft, the stud's back fully arched up as he hit his point of climax. Kieran's mouth was experiencing lockjaw due to the shock he was experiencing in the moment, and all the while, shot after shot of hot equid reproductive material was being shot against every spot from his tongue down to his neck; he was unable to do anything but simply kneel there in awe as Cobalt released wave after wave of hot semen directly onto his tongue, mouth, chin and neck before he felt the hot rush of accumulated fluids begin to wash down his chest, soaking his work vest, before pooling into his lap. Kieran's skin felt fuzzy, as if he were coming back up from general anesthetic as the fully sized flare he still supported with one hand weighed itself down fully upon it in post-orgasmic relaxation. After eight or nine fully sized waves of liquid were shot at the poor hyena's jaw and torso, a series of weaker shots landed on his belly and lap before he felt a weak stream of the fluid coursing down over his own twitching smaller sized flare. Apparently, the act of helping the stud complete his job was more than enough for Kieran to, as well, come to completion. His relatively tiny load could be seen having streaked down his thigh, knee, and onto the flooring as if his last bottle of soda had a weakened seal - just this time, made purely of semen.

"No words..." He said, contradicting himself as he just sat there, watching the stallion's massive girth softening slowly in his hand, the swollen flare tugging itself out of his grasp only to swing down and back between his legs - just like the pendulum it had been from the very start. As the rich liquid soaked into Kieran's clothes and fur - the scent no doubt going to cling to him for days to come - he licked at his lips as his unblinking eyes watched that deliverer of seed reduce slowly back up towards its original home. A last squirt of cloudy fluid was seen leaking from that softened flare before that pink head disappeared for good behind wrinkled folds of black leather, those clearly defined testicles slowly descending once more due their inherent mass. Kieran instinctually reached out towards the forming stream, his hands forming a cup as the last squirt dashed against his palm's fur. Forgetting about his Boss entirely, Kieran brought his hands to his soaked chin, his tongue tentatively protruding from his mouth to lap up the fluid before swallowing down a hearty mouthful. He had just gotten done cleaning the cum - mostly - from his palms when he heard the stall door latch close shut, the top of the door having been bolted too: on the floor, in the chipping, was a pile of evening-wear, a towel or two, and a simple note. Kieran got out from beneath the stallion and walked over to the pile, picking up the note - and only the note as droplets of rich stallion seed dripped onto the ground. The note read:

"I hope you enjoyed your well earned perk. You've worked extra hard this season, so as a reward, your pay packet will involve a bonus. Wash yourself off with the in stall hose, towel yourself down, get dressed, and bed down for the night. I'm sure the big bastard will appreciate some company, but if he gets rowdy again, don't forget that we need him for work tomorrow. Rest up, sleep well, and enjoy your sleeping partner. - H"

"Damn... Even after wasting all that liquid gold? I'll be sure to do as I'm told - if I want to see that bonus at the end of the month." Kieran said as he walked back to the stallion, gently patting the brute's neck as he finally drew his attention away from the window. Kieran was met with a few short sharp inhales before a single long snort. "Heh, I smell familiar, don't I, boy. Now, give me some space so I can get this stuff off me... Although..." He mused as he mulled over the idea of letting the stud's essence soak into his fur for a little while longer. "How's about I give you a good long clean before I give myself a short one before bed; how's that sound big guy?" Kieran asked rhetorically, not expecting a response. Cobalt answered though in the only way he knew how, by delivering a long, post-orgasm whinny of approval at the hyena's helpful assistance. "Heh. Typical stallion." He said as he walked towards the hose reel, those final beams of light fading past the horizon.