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This is a boring job. Most of the times, at least.

You'd think it's much more entertaining, with all the joyful razzle-dazzle you see on TV when you tune in to the show. That's mostly a lot of filters and sounds and music put one on top of the other – and often, people cheering for their team makes things feel much livelier than they really are. That's the magic of the television for you, I guess. Take that away and you're left with a very large room full of bright colors, impassive cameramen and cheap props.

And I'm supposed to make sure all those cheap props work the way they should.

I've been looking at the smaller spinning platform for a while now. It's supposed to work at a fixed speed but it keeps on getting faster the more it spins. Why does this happen? No idea. And the bigger platform should be spinning but sometimes it stops completely. Some contestants are probably going to have an unfair advantage over the others, but I suppose that's not my problem.

Except it is! I keep on telling myself that since this job isn't related to my area of expertise I shouldn't be giving my one hundred percent, but that's not how I'm built. I want things to work as smoothly as possible.

I groan in frustration and the sound echoes in the large, empty room. A soft chuckle answers back and my ears perk up.

Damn. I could have sworn everyone was out for lunch, but it turns out I was wrong.

“Having trouble with the spinning platforms, hmm?"

I recognize the voice, but I still turn around to meet the bull's gaze. He's watching me from the terrace, that stupid smirk on their face. Even from a distance, I have the weird feeling that he's towering over me. Which makes perfect sense, I remind myself, since he's standing on the higher part of the terrace. Nothing to do with their massive size, I suppose.

“They're not very cooperative," I answer, waving at them and immediately turning to pay attention to the platforms. “We should probably spend a bit more on them if we want them to work probably. But er, what do I know."

I'm not the most social person around. I've barely even talked to Vaki anyway – he intimidates me. In spite of his big, muscled frame, the bull has that whole carefree, fun-loving thing going around. I've always imagined that's just their façade as the show's mascot, though. At the end of the day, he's just another worker trying to make ends meet. I bet he's not all smiling and flexing for the camera.

“Oh, come on. Don't worry too much about it, er… Madri, right?"

I nod.

“People come here to have fun and friendly competition. They won't mind if a silly platform isn't working."

I can hear them trotting down the stairs, getting closer. Even without turning around, I feel my face getting slightly warm. Obviously he's only wearing those briefs with the show logo and the medal around their neck. At first I thought it was just to give the dumb, energetic jock vibes for the show, but he'd wear a jacket between shootings if that was the case.

And I'd be fine with that, except I'd probably miss the sights.

“Well, it's my job," I end up saying, trying not to turn around. “They'll mind if I don't fix it."

“I won't."

I scoff.

“Well, unfortunately for both of us, you're not my boss."

I realize I've made a terrible mistake just as I finish speaking.

“Hmm, what was that? Unfortunately, you say?"

The blush in my cheeks gets somehow even more intense. I can't let Vaki notice, so I keep pretending to work on the platform.

“U-uh… yeah! You said you wouldn't mind, right?"

“Huh, that's not what I got from that." He's getting closer to me. I can see their shadow over me and I bet he's still smirking. Shit. “Would you like me to be your boss, perrito?"

I clear my throat in a poor attempt to keep my cool.

“I didn't say that."

“Oh, but you did…" He's using that tone. Oh, no.

“Shut up, I'm trying to work."

Even I notice my last sentence has been a bit ruder than necessary. I turn to look at Vaki, trying my best to seem perfectly okay with the whole situation. Just by taking a quick look at their face, I can tell he's between horny and hesitant.

Which puts me in a weird situation. I'm the same and I don't think I can pretend anymore.

“If there were bonuses, though…" I joke.

“We don't give bonuses here. Only prizes," the bull answers back. Their smirk had been faltering a bit, but now it returns to their face with renewed strength. “Perhaps you should be rewarded. Get a prize for all your hard work."

I gulp. Is it so obvious I'm insanely thirsty for them? He only needed to take a look at my face in order to know what to say afterwards.

“W-what kind of prize are we talking about?"

Vaki's smirk widens. Fuck, he really is towering over me right now.

“Oooooh we're talking a big one, perrito. Fitting for the show's name, you see…"

My eyes automatically slide down their torso and focus on their briefs – and more specifically, on their crotch. The heat building up inside me is too powerful now to stop me from making it obvious. It must be radiating out of my body.

“Heh. You guessed well," he chuckles. “That makes you the winner this round, but can you take the pri--"

I don't let them finish that sentence. Like a meteor pulled by the gravity of a bigger planet, my body crashes on theirs and he stops mid-sentence, slightly surprised. I'm pleased that I caught them off guard and one of my hands moves to that broad, firm chest as if begging for water in the middle of the desert. It's been a hell of boring day and he's right about something – I deserve a fucking reward.

Our gazes meet and he lifts me in their arms, placing me more comfortably against their massive, muscled body. I knew this before, but now that I can feel it up close I can confirm he's a stud indeed. Just one of those biceps could crush me like a bread crumb – if he put me in a tight hug with both arms I would probably snap like a twig. I can feel all that strength surrounding me as we kiss passionately, his bigger tongue penetrating my mouth a bit roughly. I'm in no position to complain, mostly because I'm enjoying it too much.

One of Vaki's firm hands moves down my back until it reaches my bottom. It grabs my tail and pulls it with just the right amount of roughness. When he does, my body squirms helplessly and a soft moan escapes my throat.

“My, my…" he whispers. His sultry voice alone is about to make me moan again. “Sí que tenía ganas el perrito este, ¿eh?"

I have no idea what he's saying, but his hot breath hits my ear and I go crazy. We kiss again and I lean on his chest – one of his hands moves down to remove those tempting briefs. I can't help but look down, breaking the kiss.

Oh my god, how could he possibly be keeping all of that hidden?

Their intimidating length throbs and rises as his tongue wrestles with mine. I can feel his tip caressing my entrance and I shudder at the thought of having all that inside me. He seems to notice and breaks the kiss, huffing hot breaths of air as he looks into my eyes.

“As I was saying," he groaned, his voice a deeper tone now that bubbles with wild, relentless lust. “Are you sure you can take the prize?"

“Fuck… Yes," is all I manage to say before I push my body tighter against theirs.

I'm not entirely sure if he loses their balance or it was a calculated movement, but we end up falling on top of the padded mats. I was supposed to check the quality of these. If they can take the roughness of a bull viciously fucking a borzoi like me senseless, I'll conclude they passed the test.

I feel one of their thick fingers moving down to my entrance and doing a test of their own. Just feeling that sliding inside me is about to send me flying, but he's obviously aiming higher than that. He gently places one of those big hands on my shoulder, trying to slide me down to the tip of his cock. I can tell he's trying to make it as hot as possible without taking gentleness out of the equation, as he exchanges a quick interrogative glance with me that can't hide the fact that he's just as eager as I am.

I nod in response to let him know he can move forward. Pushed by his hand, I slide on the tip and my body aches slightly, but nothing I can't tolerate.

“F… fuck…" I hear them moan. “You sure are tight, buddy."

“I'm not sure that's the problem," I manage to say between gasps. I don't think I've ever had someone this big inside me.

He keeps pushing me down, gently but firmly. I feel my insides stretch and another moan escapes my throat. He groans in pleasure and I can feel their cock throbbing inside me. When I finally manage to take all their length, their hands slide around my torso and climb up my back until they rest on the back of my shoulders. I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe and he shoots a cocky – pun intended – grin at me.

“Too big of a bone for you, perrito?"

I try to answer his grin with a confident smirk.

“I was expecting it to be bigger, to be honest."

“Oh, yeah?"

This was a bad idea and he wastes no time in making sure I know that. Before I can give a proper answer, he lowers their hips and then pushes their length again inside me at full force. The sudden thrust is about to make me pass out – my vision blurs and my whole body squirms weakly. A primal, throaty moan escapes my mouth as waves of pain and pleasure intermingle. I drop on their solid chest, gasping for air, and I feel those strong arms wrapping around me.

“That looks like it was bigger than you expected," he jokes, winking an eye at me. By the shallow, fast movements of their chest, I can tell he is also incredibly aroused by this.

“Keep going…" I hear myself whisper. I don't think I've ever felt hornier for anyone. I feel like I'm burning.

“Hmm…? Sure thing, perrito."

For the next few minutes, he keeps on thrusting deeper and deeper each time. With the help of their arms, he makes sure I don't squirm too much or fall to the ground and keeps pushing, pushing, hard and rough. I feel like something is about to break inside me, like a piece of china being stepped on. He's so big and hard that there's a few times when I don't think my body can take it, but then he keeps on pushing and I keep on taking it and oh my fucking god it feels so good.

“Hn… hngg… I'm close," he whispers in my ear.

I can tell. Their cock is twitching more now, enjoying the feeling of my tight body around its length. I feel it inside me as he groans one final time and thrusts even deeper, my body growing completely limp for a second as I moan with abandon and feel their cock shooting hot, sticky ropes of bull seed.

It doesn't take them long to fill me completely with their milk, but then it keeps coming. More and more. Moaning and humping against my hole, the bull keeps on releasing their huge load on me. It doesn't look like there's an end to that in sight.

I let out a helpless yelp and try to stand up, my knees shaking like a leaf as I slowly pull myself out of his throbbing cock. I have to lean on their quickly-rising-and-sinking chest not to topple over, and I feel all that hot milk dripping down my legs and onto his fur. My gaping hole must still be letting some of that out. Fortunately, he's stopped cumming for now. There's so much of his cum everywhere.

“F… fuuuuck…" I hear them groan.

I echo their words as I try to get a grip on myself. He has such a goofy smile on their face now that I almost think it's cute, in spite of the fact that he was stuffing me like a turkey just a few seconds ago.

“So, uh, did you like that?" he asks. The smile remains.

“More than anything I've done in a long time," I admit. My eyes wander all around us. He's made such a mess. “My only problem with this is now we've got to clean it."

“Oh, no worries," he reassures me with a wave of their hand. He crosses those bulging arms behind his back and grins. “We've got people for that, you kn0w?"

I'm about to answer something, possibly scolding him for wanting someone other than us to clean all this nasty stuff, when I remember – it's me. I'm the person they've got for cleaning all this stuff.

Perhaps he is all smiling and flexing for the camera, after all.

Dumb bull.